A/N: God I'm so on top of the updates. Aren't you a tiny bit proud? Well alright, I've just had a terrible 12 hour day, full of unhappiness. Make me happy people.

Also, a few people thought last chapter was a cliffhanger, but I think this one is haha…

Again, anyone want to beta? I'm looking for someone gentle because I'm very protective of my writing, but I need someone to help with grammar and ideas.

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The next morning, Harry walked into the Great Hall with his two best friends. Hermione was recounting her dream of the night before.

"I couldn't remember for the life of me where any of my classes were, and when I finally got to the Transfiguration room, it was full of third years! But then I asked Professor McGonagall where I was…"

Harry turned out for the specific reason of having seen his boyfriend.

He was talking to Blaise, gesturing wildly as if describing some hilarious situation. He hadn't seen Harry walk in yet.

He sat down with his friends, still trying to catch Draco's eye.

When finally, he looked up, Draco shot Harry a half smile and wink, basically making Harry's day. He had been worried that maybe with all the students coming back, Draco would come to his senses. He still couldn't let go of the idea that maybe he had just been something to ease Draco's boredom.

When people started getting up and heading to their first classes, Draco went over to the Gryffindor table, something almost unheard of, and smiled at his mate.

"Hey. What do you have this year? Let me see your schedule."

He handed it over and peered over Draco's shoulder to compare it against Draco's.

"Looks like we have most things together, though that isn't surprising. Oh and look here, we have the same study periods."

Draco smiled at him, practically leering.

Instead of recoiling from the situation as he would have in the past, Harry put on a flirtatious grin.

"That's great. Don't make plans."

Draco laughed and walked in the direction of his first class, which Harry remembered, being Transfiguration.

He himself had Divination with Ron. They would have to have left a few minutes ago to make it on time, so they had to run up dozens of flights to make it.

Because the subject was not a particularly popular one, the students from all the Houses had been put in one classroom, causing it to be almost unbearably stuffy.

As they sat down in front of the customary crystal balls, Harry looked at Ron with disgust.

"Why did we take this again?"

"Because we're bloody idiots. And we passed our OWL. Still don't know how either of us managed that by the way."

"Right. Well Ronald, what do you think a load of smoke symbolizes?"

"For you, mate? Death."

Harry nodded glumly.

"Well isn't that interesting."

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Returning to their Common Room that night was an unhappy venture.

"You know, I was almost wishing class wouldn't end because I knew I was going to have to come back here and do all this bloody work. I can't believe them. They can't give us this much. We need to eat! And sleep! And be lazy! Guh." Ron complained for the third time in ten minutes.

Harry, who was also sulking, was being a little more productive by actually doing his work, rather than simply complaining about it.

"You know Ron, you could have Herbology finished by supper, and then all you would have would be the predictions and the four paragraphs."

If anything, this seemed to depress Ron even more.

"I was thinking I could do it all by supper! Oh Merlin kill me now."

Harry and Hermione shot each other looks of exasperation.

Hermione had a fool proof plan, but she liked to only use it as a last resort.

"Ron, if you don't finished Herbology, I'm locking you in your room and you won't be able to eat supper at all."

Ron's mouth dropped open and his eyes narrowed. "You wouldn't dare."

Hermione challenged him. "Wouldn't I?"

Ron looked over at Harry. "Would she?" Harry shrugged. "What do you think?"

Ron swore and dug out his book.

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The next day passes much the same as the first, with the notable exception of having double potions with the Slytherins.

Although the fact that it was with Slytherin was no longer a terribly negative thing, double potions would never be considered anything but hell.

The first day, Harry alone lost a total of forty points. Evidently Snape did not like the fact that his Godson's mate was Harry Potter.

On Tuesday, the second day back, Harry had thought it best to tell his roommates of his condition. Ron had asked him if he was positive, but Harry felt it was only fair they knew who they were sleeping with.

The news hadn't been as big as expected. Seamus and Dean had started making jokes about how 'if he ever bit me…' and Neville seemed. Well, like Neville.

A little nervous but incredibly kind and understanding.

Harry was relieved. He had been worried about being isolated or feared, but it didn't look like things would go that way at all.

Seamus' Mum was a witch so he probably knew enough about the wizarding world to know it was not completely uncommon to have a half creature friend. Dean was Seamus' best friend and therefore probably knew just as much as him.

And Neville. Harry would never understand how Neville had turned out as sweet as he did, what with that Grandmother of his. But that was irrelevant. The point was, he had taken it well, and told Harry if there was ever anything he needed, he was there.

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Draco and Harry did not have much opportunity to talk until the third day, a Wednesday.

They shared a spare period in the middle of the afternoon. At lunch, they had discussed where they wanted to meet and decided that the library was probably best as they both had work to do for the class after that.

When they saw each other, they gave a quick peck on the lips, out of fear of Madam Pince, the librarian.

She was very hard on public displays of affection – although, according to Hermione, she had seen her making eyes at Filch once – believing the library should be a place of calm and study, not a place in which to snog.

The two sat down across from each other in a table near the back.

"We haven't spoken in awhile. I assume you told your friends about us? How did they take it?"

"I did tell them, yes, and they took it well, as I knew they would. They actually had a bet going on whether I would get together with you or not. So, suffice to say, it wasn't a huge shock to them."

Harry was surprised. "They had a bet? Oh whoa, I didn't know we were so obviously meant for each other."

"Me neither. I swear I don't know how they figured that. Oh I actually meant to ask you earlier but forgot. Are Granger and Weasley together?"

Harry was taken aback. "Erm, no, have you noticed too? I thought it was just because I spent so much time around the two of them."

"Oh Harry, it's so obvious. Weasley could print it out on his forehead and he wouldn't be any more subtle. He's so whipped."

Harry snorted and had to put his head down on the desk in front of him.

"I know! You should hear them in the Common Room, always fighting. I don't think Ron's ever won an argument. I doubt he would know what to do if he did."

Draco smirked. "Yes well there's Weasley for you. So anyway, I was thinking – did you want to go find an out of the way broom cupboard? I've got nothing going on."

Harry grimaced at the invitation. "As utterly romantic as that doesn't sound, I really can't. I have to do this DADA homework. It's due next bell and I've left it til now. Sorry, next time though, yeah?"

Hiding his disappointment, Draco said, "Next time. I'd better be off though. See you around."

Draco walked quickly down to his dorm, intent on wanking for what felt like the tenth time in three days. He was unhappy not being able to talk to or touch his mate.

They had only just really entered into a relationship and now they couldn't be together.

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Another two days passed and Friday became Saturday. Harry spent the better part of the day holding Quidditch tryouts, as the new captain, then on Sunday, Draco and Harry were both trying desperately to get caught up in homework.

They had not been alone in more than a week.

Tuesday morning found Harry pulling himself out of bed, totally and utterly exhausted. Granted, he hadn't gotten much sleep the night before.

A strange, somewhat familiar feeling had lodged itself uncomfortably in the pit of his stomach the day before. He had thought it was perhaps hunger, but that had quickly been dismissed after eating his weight in food.

Completely confused over what was happening, he had decided to take the popular approach of 'hoping it went away'.

If it was still there the following night, he would go to the Hospital Wing for a check-up.

As it was, he spent too much time there. Anything to avoid it.

Then, the strangest thing happened once Harry had finally had a shower and was in the process of brushing his teeth.

Seamus, who was shaving beside him, cut his neck accidentally.

All of Harry's senses zeroed in on the drop of blood. He tried to tear his eyes away; to think rationally, but the vampire in him needed the blood, as much as the human needed air.

Yes, the preferable source of blood was from his mate, but just because he wasn't available did not mean he should go hungry, right?

His mate would understand – blood lust was strong in them both.

Harry leaned closer. Seamus saw him out the corner of his eye, and questioned, "Harry?"

When he didn't get a response, he repeated himself, a little louder.

"Harry?!"

The vampire reached his destination and licked the drop of blood away.

Seamus flipped out, backing away and falling to the ground.

"Ron! Dean! Come here NOW!"

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Little nervous about this chapter, so tell me what you think… if you like it haha.