As Harry was making his way back up to the tower that night, he was confronted by Draco Malfoy.

"Potter."

Harry surveyed him through half-lidded eyes. "Malfoy. What do you want?"

Malfoy studied him for a second, then said, "You're a vampire."

It was spoken with an air of authority and a great deal of confidence. Harry already wanted to hurt him. What he said next certainly didn't help.

"Just wait until everyone finds out that their precious 'Boy-Who-Lived' is actually a blood-sucking fag."

He smirked triumphantly, as if he had just won a contest. Harry was almost shaking with rage at this little human who dared to insult him to his face.

Harry smiled, allowing his fangs to lengthen until they curled over his lower lip, something he did not do often, unless he was trying to scare someone. Or unless he was drunk. And he happened to be both at the moment. He stepped toward Malfoy, and the Slytherin backed away, still trying to look confident. "Why don't we take this conversation somewhere else, Malfoy? Wouldn't want anyone overhearing, now would we?"

Malfoy shook his head quickly, his eyes showing the first signs of panic. Obviously he had not thought about what the consequences of his little confrontation might be. Harry gestured for him to follow, then walked to a room that he used when he wanted to be alone. Watching carefully to make sure that Malfoy, wasn't trying to get away, he muttered the password (sangre) and opened the door, casting a silencing spell as he went.

Once it was closed behind the two, Harry turned around and slammed Malfoy into the wall hard enough to give him a concussion. Holding him by the neck, Harry leaned close and hissed, "Why shouldn't I kill you now for what you just said, hmm? Because the way you act, you don't seem too keen to hold on to life..."

Malfoy whimpered as the hand Harry was using to pin him to the wall tightened, cutting off his air. Harry laughed and leaned closer. "As for the fag thing, I suggest you don't try to use that as an insult ever again. Especially, well, considering..." He trailed off, letting his silence speak louder than words.

Struggling to get oxygen through the tight hold that Harry had on his neck, Malfoy was still stupid enough to try to argue. "I don't know what you're talking about! I never-"

"Oh, give it up, Malfoy. Everyone knows about your little tryst with Nott. I'm surprised no one's said anything to your face."

His eyes got very big, and he started choking. Snorting in contempt, Harry released him, and he slid down the wall onto the floor, rubbing his neck. "What the hell, Potter? You almost killed me! I could have you expelled!"

"You could try."

"My father-"

"Your father isn't worth shit anymore, Malfoy. He may have gotten out of Azkaban because of some legal error, but that doesn't make him any less of a criminal. If you want my advice, you'd be better off trying to get on my good side than trying to get me expelled."

Malfoy scoffed. "You! As if I would ever-"

Harry rolled his eyes. "You know what? Just shut.up."

He aimed his wand at Malfoy, who shrank back and glared weakly at him. "What in Merlin's name are you on, Potter? You're behaving like a madman!"

Harry laughed, though somewhat hysterically. "Well, at the moment, I'm so drunk I can't see straight and you're pissing me off, so I believe I have the right to act a little crazy."

Malfoy, slightly taken aback, paused for a while, then eventually asked, "Is it safe for me to leave, or will you be killing me as I go out the door?"

Harry arched one eyebrow at him. "I honestly don't know what I'll do. Why don't you open that door and find out?"

Malfoy hesitated, then tried for the doorknob, watching Harry carefully for any sign that he was about to attack. When he recieved no penalty for that, he slowly turned the knob, opening the door. Harry just watched, disinterested. As Malfoy began to edge out of the room, however, he spoke.

"Malfoy. I wouldn't suggest telling anyone about this. It...would not be smart, to say the least."

The Slytherin nodded slowly and exited, deciding that if Harry planned to kill him he would have done it already.

Harry sighed, and tried to calm down, occluding his mind to the point of almost not thinking at all. Malfoy was probably already in the Potions Professor's office, detailing just how he had been threatened. Harry had no doubt that he would soon be confronted by a very angry Severus Snape.

He was not disappointed.

Snape burst into the room about fifteen minutes later, wand drawn, half expecting to be attacked. Harry struggled to withhold a laugh.

"Potter! What did you do to my student?"

Harry couldn't help it. He burst out laughing, and answered as clearly as he could. "I turned up the drunk, creepy, and dangerous vampire aspect of my personality, and totally ignored the sober part of my brain that was telling me that threatening him was a bad idea."

Snape glared at him, and did not put his wand away. "You speak very clearly for a drunk man."

Harry returned the glare full force. "As do you...Sir," He added belatedly, with a heavy dose of sarcasm.

Rolling his eyes, Snape actually aimed his wand at Harry. Harry stared for a moment, then snarled. "What good do you think that will do you, Snape? I'm practically immune to magic. And on top of that, I'm drunk enough that I might kill you if I get really pissed off."

Snape wavered, and watched Harry closely, gauging his sincerity. Finally, sighing, he lowered his wand, and asked, "Potter, what did you do to Malfoy? He's convinced that you'll kill everyone in the school before the week is out."

Shifting awkwardly, Harry stared at the ground. "I...might have...pinned him to a wall and threatened to kill him if he tried to get away...or if he told anyone, though he didn't seem to pay much attention to that part. By the way, how did you get in? The door has a password."

Snape blinked at the change of subject, then answered, "You are very predictable. Honestly, Potter, sangre? 'Blood?' I am many things, but I am not an idiot."

"I guess I should change it to something completely unpredictable, then? Like... 'Argus Filch is a sexy beast'? Because I doubt that anyone would ever guess that..."

Snape was too busy choking to respond, so Harry continued. "Except maybe you, since I just said it. But then, you might decide that since I said it, I wouldn't use it, so that would make it safe...not that I would mind you bursting into my private room at all hours, but it's the principle of the thing, really-"

"Potter! Enough! Please, I have a headache already."

Laughing, Harry took a step closer to the man in front of him. "If you want, I could take care of that..."

Snape shot him a bitter glare, and drawled, "No, thank you, Potter. I would rather have a headache than no head at all, as is sure to happen if I let you anywhere near me with your wand."

Harry bit back the urge to make a snarky remark regarding his 'wand', and instead just said, "I'll see you in potions, Professor," and brushed by him, walking out the door, only pausing to look back at the 'greasy git' for a moment before turning and making his way to Gryffindor Tower, half an hour late.