A/N- Thanks for all the reviews! Here's the next chapter! Oh, I wasn't sure about her death, I was just going by the image in Symphony of the Night. It looks like they were throwing rocks.


Chapter 4- Tour Group

"Okay, so this is the Marble Gallery. I have a lot of portraits here. It's one of my favorite parts of the castle," Dracula said, striding about as Harry trailed behind.

"So, are you actually going to let me look, or is this some sort of game that you're playing?" Harry asked, huffing as tried to keep up with the vampire king.

"What do you mean?" Dracula asked, turning toward him.

Harry huffed a bit more before replying, "This is the sixth room you've breezed on by! I haven't been able to actually see anything!"

The vampire king stared around and shrugged. "Very well. You may explore this room. I'll wait."

Harry rolled his eyes. "This one isn't all that interesting, really. Hermione would enjoy it. Let's move on."

Now it was Dracula's turn to roll his eyes. Sweeping his cape about him, he whirled and led the way forward. Finally, they reached the library. As soon as Harry had entered the large room, he laughed.

"What's so funny?" Dracula asked.

"Now, this is Hermione's room," he said.

"Then would you like to move on?"

"No. Some of these books do look interesting. Some of them might even be useful to me."

Harry went further into the library, pulling a book off a shelf here and replacing one there. Dracula took a seat in a nearby chair and allowed Harry to wander out of his sight. The Boy-Who-Lived did not stray from safety for long. No sooner had Dracula watched him turn a corner, he heard a yelp. Harry dashed out, followed by one of the enchanted spell books that even Alucard had hated so much. Dracula stood and shooed away the books.

"You don't get many guests, do you?" Harry asked.

The Dark Prince shook his head. "Ready to move on?" he asked.

"Well, I'd really like to see further into this library."

"Then follow me."

They had gone through two sections of the library when a distinct scent hit Harry. Sniffing the air, he stopped.

"Do you smell that?" he asked.

Dracula stopped too. Smelling of the air as well, he turned up his nose. "What is that horrid smell? It's coming from the next room."

The odd duo followed their noses into the following room. There, with his back to the entrance, and them, was Death. Coming from seemingly him, there was a chewing noise.

"Death? What are you doing in here?" Dracula inquired.

Death whirled, hastily shoving something behind his back. "Nothing."

Harry peeked around the suspicious figure and gasped. "He's got pizza!"

"What! No, no I don't!" Death protested.

Dracula stepped around Death and recoiled. "It has garlic on it! How? How could you do this? You know vampires are allergic to garlic!"

"I'm sorry! It just…it just tastes so good! You wouldn't believe it!"

"And I wouldn't know, now, would I?"

Harry stood by and listened as Dracula gave an impassioned speech about betrayal. All over a pizza. Finally, as Harry's eyes were starting to droop, Dracula whirled toward him.

"We are going back to the throne room!" he announced, and before another thing could be said, he had swept his cape around him and Harry. When the cape fell back into place, they were in the Throne room.

"Cool. Kind of like aparating," Harry commented.

But Dracula was not listening.

"Pizza! Pizza! Did you see all that garlic on that…monstrosity!"

Harry scoffed. "You live here, and you're calling a pizza a monstrosity?"

Seeing that he was to get no support from Harry, Dracula huffed and bade him good night.


End Notes: Sorry about the long wait. I hope this was at least somewhat funny. Now, this isn't going to be a long story. I never intended it to be. We're actually half-way through it.