"Damn it!" Granger probably thought me now to be a psycho. No wonder she was so stunned; anyone would be if they had seen a letter with blood on. I know that I would have freaked.

But still… that was nothing compared to what that son of a bitch had done. How could he…..

Earlier

The letter dripped blood; thick and oozing. Blood that was such a dark red that it contrasted to the white paper in an eerie way. I glanced up at Granger's retreating back as she ran through our connected bathroom to her own room. Her door shut with a click. Sighing, I quickly shut mine as well. Staring down at the letter in my hand sent chills down my spine, and I contained the urge to taste the blood. My human sense of disgust over threw it easily. Even without my vampire senses, I could tell that the blood was obviously fresh.

I ripped the letter open quickly, glancing at the hurried scrawl of none other than Blaise Zabini's handwriting.

Draco, I need help. I think I've done something terribly wrong.

Shit, the bastard probably got caught drinking from someone. Well, hell I wouldn't help him out of that problem, it was his fault. But then the realization hit me. This much blood didn't come from just drinking. This was life's blood; blood that comes from the tearing of flesh. In other terms it was gory. Oh Fuck… he didn't kill, did he?

I didn't even think as I threw on my cloak, and rushed out of the Head dormitories. I rushed quickly down the halls, darting in between gossiping girls and students who walked too slowly. No doubt I appeared to be a mad man. Quickly, I was making my way toward the dungeons; headquarters of the Slytherins.

The dungeons loomed before me, and on instinct I made my way toward the portrait that lead to the Slytherin dormitories. I glared at the wizard in the portrait, "Let me in." I said coolly. The wizard nodded and without a moments hesitation it swung open.

I ran in, hardly glancing at the Slytherins who lounged in the common room whispering and telling jokes. Taking the steps two at a time, I climbed up to the boy's dormitory. I glanced quickly from bed to bed; no Zambini. Where the hell did that arse hole think I was going to go? I quickly turned on one of the boys who sat going through his clothes. "Where is Zambini?" I growled. The boys eyes widened, and he pointed to the room that was left separate from the all the other beds.

So Zabini thought he was special enough to get his own room. I stalked toward the door, and rapped harshly on its frame. "Zabini! Open up, it's me." No sooner had the words escaped my mouth when the door opened a crack. I could see as Blaise's eyes peered out nervously.

Upon seeing me, he opened the door farther. I stared at his bloodied face, chest and hands. Even his pants had blood on them. I could not help as my vampires senses heightened with the smell of someone's blood. My body tingled in the instinctual anticipation of a kill, but it was all lost when I caught the sent of something I knew. Something I knew very well; it was life's blood.

I sneered in disgust, "If you needed help, why didn't you tell Pansy? I'm sure she'd love to see this other side of you."

I saw as Blaise's body tensed, and his hands shook uncontrollably. "Draco…" His voice quivered in fear, and all of my senses were alerted to their max. So alert that I could sense the heartbeat that was barely holding onto life inside of the room. Then I could smell the scent of sex that wafted from the room, and something else; The scent of a woman. A woman I knew all too well… Pansy.

I didn't even wait; I threw Blaise out of the way yelling, "You son of a bitch, you didn't…" I was cut off by the scene that nearly killed me.

She lay of the blood soaked white bed sheets, her body lay at angles, her whole body covered in blood. Her stomach wasn't even noticeable; it looked as if something had dug its way out of her. Her neck and chest were covered with holes, and gashes that hadn't been bothered to be closed.

"I did… didn't mean to. I just got rialed up, and the blood… it was so strong , pounding in my head, my body… I just lost it and I…" I hardly listened as Blaise stuttered franticly.

In fact I paid it no heed as I through him with all my strength against the stone wall. My arms held him pinned by his throat, "If she dies… I will kill you!" My voice was as sharp and as cold as ice, but my body shook with the effort it took to hold in my barely controlled rage. I released him quickly, and he fell hard to the stone floor. My glare though did not even die in the least.

He swallowed air back in with loud gasping gulps. I didn't even care, and I turned back to the bed. Carefully, I threw my cloak over Pansy's naked body. As gently as I could, I picked her up in my arms. Her breath was shallow, and hardly even noticeable to even my vampire senses.

She was fading. I didn't waste anymore time. I didn't even look at Blaise as I passed. I only thought of one thing, my destination; the Hospital Wing. Using as much care I made my way through empty halls and stair cases; praying that Pansy would make it. Soon the door loomed in front of me, using my leg; I kicked it open. "Madam POMFREY!" I yelled. I rushed across the room to place her on the nearest cot. Madam Pomfrey entered, "Mr. Malfoy please try to…" She gasped as she saw Pansy. "Save her… Please." I begged softly.

With out a word Madam Pomfrey rolled the cart into another room, and the door shut behind her. I was left alone, in dead silence, with only my boxers on, and no shoes. I sighed slowly, walking over to the nearest chair. Pushing the sticky hair from my face I waited. I didn't wait long before Dumbledore blew through the room and into the room Madam Pomfrey had entered.

It appeared I wasn't going to be informed until later. I stood and began to pace the length of the floor. Once more the doors flew open and Snape entered. He glanced over at me and stopped. "Malfoy, I do suggest you put some clothes on and head to breakfast. We will discuss this later." His voice sounded clipped, and he then too made his way into the other room.

I angrily left the room, cursing the whole way. I quickly made my way back to my own dormitory, and changed clothes. I managed just barely to make it to breakfast. But it seemed as the though the day was already ruined.

Present

So that's how I found myself missing all of my classes, and sitting in Dumbledore's office once again. But this time I was waiting, and one hour had soon become three. Fawks had probably even fallen asleep on my knee, and I too was beginning to doze off.

"Ahhh… Mr. Malfoy." I was snapped out of my sleeping haze by Dumbledore's voice. "Professor… please say she is alright… is she …" Dumbledore rose one hand, and I stopped myself, waiting to hear what Dumbledore would say.

"You do know that she was very very close to death when you brought her to us." I nodded my head, trying to swallow the lump that was sticking in my throat. "Right now she is alive, but though she is healed on the outside, she is not on the inside. I really do fear what she will be like when she awakens. So I am preparing you now Mr. Malfoy. Ms. Parkensin may be forever mentally unstable."

I let my face slowly fall into my hands, and the tears that so desperately wanted to fall, I held back. I slowly realized that Dumbledore was speaking once again. "Sorry Professor, what did you say?" I muttered my voice slightly cracking.

Dumbledore's eyes seemed to soften even more. "Could you please tell us what happened. If you cannot, would you mind if I flipped through your memories myself, I would find the one I am looking for without even seeing anything else." For a moment I was too startled to say anything. But he wouldn't see my other memories then. I nodded my head slowly, and Dumbledore moved to kneel beside me. Placing both hands on my temples, he closed his eyes. I did the same. The next moment I was in darkness.

"You may open your eyes now, Mr. Malfoy." I slowly opened my eyes and was startled at the many pairs of eyes that looked back at me. Professor Snape, Madam Pomfree, and Professor McGonagall had all entered the room when I was…out?

Snape turned to Dumbledore and said quietly, "I think I shall teach that class you were speaking about Albus." Dumbledore nodded, then turned back to face me, "You don't mind if they all saw your memory too?" It wasn't really like I had a choice now, but I replied, "Not at all." I still wondered what class Snape meant.

Professor McGonagall stood stiffly, her face as pale as snow. "Albus, what are we to do about… Mr. Zabini." Her voice and posture showed her disgust for him. Dumbledore sighed, and said glancing in my direction, "We will decide that when we meet with the rest of our staff." McGonagall nodded, and said, "I think Mr. Malfoy should be excused from all classes today. Don't you think Professor Dumbledore?" Dumbledore nodded as said, "Thank you Mr. Malfoy for trusting me with your memories. Now please do try to get some sleep, you have had a very tiring day." I nodded, and rose. As I walked away, I felt as all their eyes followed me.

I wondered if all the Professors knew what I was. But it didn't matter that much. But now for the hard part; Granger. Where would I start, and how much could I tell her? But she would have to wait, for even in walking down the halls, my eyes were straining to stay open. I guess she'd have to wait for tomorrow. So with a yawn, I walked to the Head's Portrait. The man came forward, and I spoke my password, "Vampire". But before the portrait swung open the man called out, "I heard what has happened." His voice was cool, and I could tell he was angered, "Our kind is never that weak. You will never fall to that lowness of letting go of everything but the… blood lust. You are a strong vampire, you know. Just like me." I nodded and gave him a smirk, "Thanks!" The vampire laughed, and swung open for me, "Good night." He whispered. I rolled my eyes. Was it that obvious that I was tiered?