Ok so this is the fastest update I've ever done, but I'm home sick, so I figured why not. Lol. This chapter is supposed to be more informative so it might be a little dry, but I hope you all like it.

I also forgot the disclosure in the last chapter now, so here it is:

**I do not own any of the characters, just the story lines; everything else is JK Rowling's!!**

Chapter 2: You're a what?

Harry woke up feeling more comfortable than usual. For once he was warm, and his back didn't hurt. He didn't hear anyone yelling his name, or banging on his door demanding he make breakfast. This truly was a glorious birthday, if he was lucky; they had decided to go out for breakfast.

Harry rolled over wrapping his arms around a warm body…wait a warm body?! Harry grew suddenly stiff, he heard a low chuckle.

"Good morning" said a silky but familiar voice.

Harry looked up and saw Draco Malfoy's face staring down at him. He jumped back and pushed himself against the head of the bed. "Why?"

Draco chuckled again "why what?"

"Stop laughing at me!" Harry blushed and looked around him. He was in a large canopy bed at the center of the room between two large windows. The walls were a deep green and the curtains a brilliant gold. There were four doors in the room; he assumed one was the exit, but which one?

"I'm sorry" Draco saw the look in Harry's eyes "please don't run, you're not in any danger, no one here is going to hurt you."

"And how exactly do I know that?!" Harry looked around again trying to think of which door would be the most likely to help him. "Last I knew you entire family followed Voledmort, and I'm the one who killed him."

Draco was a little hurt, how could Harry think he would choose that monster over his mate. "You just have to trust me, I'll explain everything."

Harry glared at Draco, but admittedly didn't feel Draco was lying to him. "Ok…then explain."

"It's a little complicated, there are things that might not sit well with you, but I need you to promise to let me finish. You can ask questions, but just let me finish before you run away."

"Just spit it out Malfoy!"

Draco flinched "well last night you turned 17, and came into your inheritance. Has Dumbledore ever told you anything about what your parents were?"

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"Well it would help me to know what you do and don't know about yourself."

Harry felt ashamed; he knew Draco was only trying to help him. "He just told me that my father was a wizard and that my mother was muggle born."

Draco gasped, "Is that really all he told you? There is so much more to it than that. James Potter wasn't just a wizard, he was a pre blood wizard; and your mother was hardly a muggle born. Lily Potter is the reason you're sitting here right now, and I don't just mean because she saved you 17 years ago."

"What'd you mean? My aunt Petunia, her sister is a muggle."

"No, she's a squib. The Evan's are the oldest of our kind. Your mother was the first witch in a long line of squibs, however she was also the recipient of a gene that had lain dormant; your mother was a vampire."

Harry sat back, an unreadable look on his face "So you're saying what happened to me last night….I became a vampire?"

Here Draco smiled, "not exactly, only a dominant vampire fully changes on their 17th birthday, if they haven't already changed when they were first born. Usually the only vampires that go through a change on their 17th birthday are submissive. It's kind of what I have to explain to you."

"So I'm a submissive, what exactly does that mean?"

"Let me start from the beginning, I had this all planned out in my head, but it just didn't come out right." He chuckled again, Harry smiled, he liked it when Draco laughed. "What they taught us about vampires in school wasn't exactly the whole truth; the truth is a majority of the wizarding population has no idea about vampires."

Harry interrupted, "and you do?"

"Well yes" he scratched his head "I'm a vampire, I was born one."

"YOURE A WHAT?"

"There's no need to yell Harry, it won't change anything." He moved closer to Harry trying to calm him down. "I was born a vampire, yelling wont set back time. But what I was trying to tell you was that you're either born a vampire or the gene lays dormant until you're 17th birthday, or until the gene senses your mate is among the world."

"What's this mate thing?" Harry was still trying to calm himself down.

"Well vampires are similar to veela in the sense that we mate for life. There's only one mate for us in the entire world, without that mate they'll both die, but this is only if they know each other and have rejected their bond."

Harry remained unusually quiet; Draco was worried that this may be too much. "Is this too much for you, would you like a break?"

Harry looked up and noticed that Draco was a lot closer than he was before "no, if we don't get it all out now, I'll never want to hear it."

Draco smiled "are you starting to understand why you're here though?"

"Not really…."

"Well you see the dominant vampire can feel when there submissive is near, even before they've gone through the change. And when they finally go through the change they feel what their mate is going through. It'll always be like that because of the bond."

"But what is the bond?"

"Its many things, the bond goes through a series of changes, the first is friendship or sibling ship, and then as the relationship grows so does the bond, it eventually will become sexual."

"How long have you know?"

"Known that I was a vampire? My while life, it was never kept a secret from me."

Harry starred him straight in the eyes "no, that I was your mate?"

Draco felt embarrassed to be sharing this part, but knew he had to "I've known since the first day I met you in Madam Malkin's"

"How come you never told me?" He was angry the tone evident in his voice. "You could've told me at anytime! I'm tired of people keeping things from me!"

"And would you have believed me? The day I offered you my friendship was me trying to tell you." Draco could feel the hurt Harry felt, it was part of their bond, and he felt bad knowing he was the one to cause that pain.

"BULL! You could've told me at anytime!" Draco reached out trying to comfort him. But Harry only pushed him away "no! You could've told me." A tear slid down his face, Draco wiped it away.

"I'm sorry, yes, I could've told you, but the fact remains that after I had been so awful would you have believed me?"

"I guess not, but still..."

"Ok, well I have a book you can read, it'll tell you all about what we are, but first I think you should take a shower."

Harry looked down at himself and saw what Draco meant, he was a little filthy; he hadn't really had a proper bath since he left Hogwarts.