A/N: Oh my god I feel horrible. I haven't updated in like, three weeks. I SWEAR it won't usually take that long. I'm not gonna lie, I was finished the chapter a week ago and haven't had the time to type it up. I'm sorry! You should be happy to know that the next one is half done. Another free night like this and I'll be finished it! So no worries. It's coming.

"How" Bang "Could" Bang "I" Bang "Be" Bang "So" Bang "Stupid!" Draco was beating himself up, quite literally, over having kissed Harry. He couldn't believe he had lost total control over himself.

He had been raised so differently then he had acted. Draco cringed as he pictured his father's reaction to the news of the kiss.

Contrary to popular belief, Draco's parents were very kind to him. Yes, they had an image to maintain in public but at home, he was spoiled something awful. He had almost always gotten what he asked for – except of course if it could've put their family image in jeopardy.

This, however, was one thing Draco couldn't predict.

How would his father react to having his son being mate to his 'arch enemy'? After all, even though they were technically sided with Dumbledore, Lucius still hated… well just about everyone who fought for the light.

He knew his father wouldn't hurt him, but information could be very dangerous.

Just as Draco had started to wonder what he could tell his father when he next saw him, a blazing in the fire announced a firecall. While he was startled, Draco figured it was probably just that meddling Headmaster, come to call again. After all, who else would dare to call this time of night?

With this thought in mind, he went to greet him, only to be shocked out of his wits when his father was seen standing by the fireplace. He was casually – yet somehow elegantly – dusting himself off, looking every bit the aristocrat he was.

"F-father!" Draco managed.

"Hello Draco. I trust to find you well?" "Uh, erm, yes I suppose. Why are you here?"

Sending his son a light reprimanding look for his lack of decorum, Lucius answered "Well, I haven't seen you since Snape brought you here, have I? And that was over a month ago. I just wanted to see how you were faring."

"You know I have to be here father, I do miss the manor and you and mother but I have things to take care of here."

Sighing, Lucius said "Yes I know, and how is that going by the way? Any changes yet?" He hinted, both knowing that light veelas only adopted the physical changes that were so well known, once they had found and mated with their intended.

At Lucius' prying, Draco scoffed. While his outward demeanor was aloof, he had no idea what to do.

Should he tell his father about Harry? He was certain by now that they were mates. He didn't know how, but there was no mistaking the feeling.

It didn't take long for him to decide he had to tell his father though. After all, he would be finding out eventually, whether he liked it or not, and what better time than the present?

"As a matter of fact, I know who my mate is, even if they themselves don't know yet." His father got a gleam in his eye which strongly reminded Draco of a certain Headmaster who always seemed around the next corner.

"Oh? And pray tell, who is it that has caught your eye eh?"

'Deep breath Draco, he can't hurt you. Well technically he could hurt me… But would he really? I mean, then he wouldn't have an heir for the fortune. I should probably tell him though. He's starting to look at me funny.'

Draco tore himself from his thoughts and got a grip on reality. "It's Harry Potter".

The silence that followed was stinging the ears of anyone who heard it. At the lack of reaction from his father, Draco started to panic. "Father?"

"Erm yes… I don't quite know how to respond to that little revelation Draco." Lucius sounded – well, less then sure of himself.

All of a sudden, an alarmed look to up residence on Lucius' face and he grabbed for his left forearm in fright.

Immediately, Draco recognized the signs that the Dark Lord was calling him. Shaking his head violently, Draco shouted "NO! You can't go see him with what I told you so fresh in your mind!"

Even as he shouted it, he knew he was wrong. His father had to go, if he didn't, it would be seen as a sign of betrayal and they could both be killed.

"Draco, I'm sorry, I have to go." Knowing he couldn't dissaparate on Hogwarts, Lucius took a handful of floo powder to the Malfoy Manor.

After the roar of the fire signaling his departure, Draco fell to his knees, face in his hands and sobbed. He couldn't tell if he was crying for himself, his father or his mate, but he let it all out at that moment.

All he could do now was hope.

Harry had been lying in bed, dumbfounded, for a good hour. Not that he could've told you that. He sighed. 'Time' had become quite the empty word since he collapsed on his bed. All he could concentrate on was the feel of Draco's body against his own and their lips rubbing opposite each others.

Another sigh pushed its way through his lips. Even through the thick haze, he was wondering why he had been so affected by a single kiss. After he had kissed Cho, he had only been self-conscious and slightly embarrassed.

Nothing like this.

To be fair, he supposed, this kiss had been a lot more pleasant than that one.

The ones he had shared with Ginny didn't even compare. It had merely been something to do when he was bored. But this. He would kill for the chance to do this again.

Forcefully pulling himself from the catatonic state, he decided he did, in the end, need to tell Hermione about this. It just wasn't normal.

Reluctantly, he took a quill and parchment from his trunk and thought about how and put this. It was an extremely delicate subject, one that he felt sure he should only discuss face to face, but this was an emergency. What if he was sick?

With that thought, he scribbled

'Hermione, I'm really sorry to have to tell you this through post, I really am, but I think something's wrong with me. Dumbledore told me something about myself and I want you to promise not to freak out because I know I did. See, thing is (I really don't know how to say this, so I'm just going to do it) I'm a vampire. But don't freak out! I'm not dangerous or anything, I promise. Ok well the reason I had to tell you that so fast was because I think there's something wrong with me. I sort of… want to be Draco Malfoy's 'friend'. He's here at Hogwarts and… I dunno. Is there something wrong with me? I, of all people, know you can't just change your mind about someone so fast. Tell me what you think is going on PLEASE! Is it anything to do with my little 'condition?' do you think? Again, I am SO sorry to tell you like this. Give Ron my best. Harry'

Harry looked his letter over and cringed. How pathetic was he sounding. But he needed to send it.

Calling Hedwig to him, he tied the letter to her leg and she took off as soon as he said it was for Hermione.

What if she rejected him for being a vampire? He didn't know if he could bear that. Worse yet, what if she was scared? And what about Ron? How would he react? Harry could tell now, he wouldn't jump for joy. He wished he could be the one to tell him, but maybe it was just as well Hermione did.

As he watched Hedwig fly off, his thoughts turned back to Draco. What to do about that whole situation? He desperately wished he had someone to talk to about this whole mess, but with Sirius and Remus away on Order business, and Ron and Hermione still pending, he felt extremely alone.

He supposed he could just go to Dumbledore but that damned twinkle had only recently disappeared and he vowed he would not be the reason for its return. He was sure he would be made to be some sort of religious sacrifice by the staff if he did. And while that sounded like fun… he would rather not.

Having nothing else to do in this stressful moment, Harry decided to go see Dobby in the kitchens. Maybe he would talk to him.

On his way downstairs, he happened to look out a window and saw a glimpse of white hair before it disappeared behind some trees. Figuring Draco was just out for some air, he continued, but not before vowing to avoid the outdoors tonight.

On the grounds, Draco was hoping to escape to Hogsmead unnoticed and mistakenly thought he had. Stepping out of the gates, he felt the wards adjust accordingly and mentally went over his two step plan for the night.

1. Plan a pub. 2. Drink. Of course, it had to be a somewhat sketchy pub so no one who mattered would see him. Of course, there was no problem with social drinking, but that's not what he was doing tonight. If he got his way, it would be a humiliating experience.

He wanted to forget, not just relax.

He finally settled for the Hogshead. Maybe not his first choice but… oh well.

He took a seat at the bar immediately ordering three shots of firewhiskey. The bartender, who looked only a little older than himself, stared at him for a moment, a little worried. "Rough day?" "You could say that." Draco whimpered back at him.

"Alright well, feel better love." He said plunking the requested glasses down.

Draco knocked them back within ten seconds and then had to rest his head on the table in front of him so as not to fall down.

He couldn't have had his head down for more than a minute when the bartender came by again and laughed. "You feeling it already? Common, you can do better than that!"

Draco looked at him through his dizziness. "Are you trying to get me drunk?" He asked, half teasing, half intrigued.

The bartender blushed. He hadn't intended to be so obvious. But common, was it a crime to try to get a beautiful, vulnerable blond drunk?

He had hoped that if he was drunk, he would have a chance. Being called on it wasn't the best place to start though. He decided to try his luck anyway.

"And if I am?" "Then you'd better start paying for my drinks."

Draco offered his hand. "Draco". The bartender looked ecstatic and offered his own. "Jeremy," he said.

Draco, never having met a Jeremy, studied him to see what a Jeremy these days looked like.

While they were almost the same height, the other man had dark brown or black hair – he couldn't tell with the poor light of the pub – light blue eyes, a well formed strong face and had about the same build as him, though a little broader through the shoulders.

Silently approving of the man he knew was hitting on him, he gave his further consent and decided to let himself go. After all, he would never get anywhere with Harry anyway. Why not 'shop around'?

"Another please." It took Jeremy a second to realize he meant another drink, which he promptly got for him. If Draco was willing to give, he was more than eager to take. Not everyday did you get a chance with someone who looked like that.

Jeremy had to leave to serve the other customers and it gave Draco and chance to think. He knew Jeremy would ask him to go home with him; he had been giving him those familiar looks, but should he say yes?

Sure his cock was saying yes. Look at him for god's sake. But what about Harry? Could he really do that to him? Could he betray him like that?

But wait, Harry wasn't his. He had, made that more than clear over and over throughout the past weeks. Here was an opportunity to get off. Something Harry hadn't been doing.

Well, he had done it once, but they hadn't spoken of that night since so it didn't seem likely to happen again.

Apparently he had been thinking longer than he thought because next thing he knew, he was almost alone on the bar, with Jeremy trying to shoo the other drunks out.

But not him.

"So," Jeremy appeared behind him, "You busy or do you want to go back to my place for coffee and stuff?" Before he knew it, Draco was answering. "Ya sure, let's go to your place. But keep this quiet yah?"

Jeremy nodded, still not quite sure of how he had gotten this lucky. "Of course!" He said eagerly. "Common then."

Harry was back in his form after his talk with Dobby. Well, if you could call it that, Dobby had always been something of a worshipper to Harry so it was hard to hold a coherent conversation.

Still being confused and not entirely knowing what to do with himself, he did what he always did, went flying.

Pushing off from his windowsill into the darkness left him feeling refreshed as the cool-ish air surrounded him. He dive bombed the ground, pulling up just in time. He loved that rush of adrenaline

He sped around the grounds for awhile, just enjoying himself, when he heard something. Deciding it had to be safe, otherwise it wouldn't be on Hogwarts grounds, he descended a bit more, trying to see what it was.

While he wasn't shocked that it was Malfoy, he was shocked by which Malfoy. If anything, he had been expecting Draco to be getting back from his nighttime stroll. In his stead was a full grown Malfoy, stumbling and panting. Upon closer inspection, he was actually bleeding quite profusely.

Lucius had not yet noticed Harry which suggested he was perhaps a bit disoriented. It wouldn't have surprised Harry.

Just as he finished this thought, the elder Malfoy collapsed. Harry had never been more torn.

On the one hand, it was Lucius. He had tried to kill Harry an unreasonable amount of times. On the other hand, it was Draco's father. He knew that in the end, he simply couldn't let someone suffer, so he pulled Malfoy onto his broom, albeit unsteadily, and took him towards the castle.

Dismounting his broom in the doorway, he called a house elf and to his great relief, it wasn't Dobby who came. He could just imagine if Dobby had seen his previous Master here, on school grounds.

He ordered the house elf to bring the blond to the Hospital Wing and then to inform the Headmaster of who was here.

After doing this, Harry quickly mounted his broom and headed back to his dorm window. Climbing through the small entrance, he put his broom in the corner of the room, and barely had time to untie his shoes before he hit his bed, both emotionally and physically exhausted. It had been a long day.

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