Like before, this story is dedicated to my baby sister, whom is obsessed with Vampires and is excited about the Twilight movie coming out this Friday. She's going for the Vampires, I'm going for our very own Cedric Diggory!

Oh and this story doesn't have a Beta yet, sorry! Anyone out there up for the job?

Anywho Happy Reading!

Professor Binns instructed his languid seventh year History of Magic class. The room was stifling hot regardless of it being mid-October and regardless of all the cooling charms Professor Flitwick placed throughout the castle. The class was bored to tears and even Hermione was doing her best to pay attention, but even the head girl was fighting a losing battle. She couldn't help but to look out the window and tune out the tiresome monotone voice of her History Professor.

Her mind kept wandering back to what happened in the forbidden forest just two nights ago. In fact, it was all she could think of. As per usual, she tried to sifter through what little information she did gather from their little meeting and apply it to whatever information she could find through research, but since there was little information in the first place, she had no clue what to research let alone, where to start.

The dead end, in itself, was enough to frustrate her but what really irked her, was not knowing what Malfoy had gotten himself into now.

Last year he had planned on letting the death eaters into the school, luckily the Order had received an inside tip from someone in Voldemort's inner circle, so the Headmaster inserted a strict curfew, resulting in all Professors, ghosts and parent volunteers patrolling the halls at sun down.

But this year he seemed to be on the straight and narrow. He attended all of the classes they had together and not only did he refrain from disrupting class, he actually participated! He didn't shuck off his head boy duties, which was an utterly total shocker to her! When she first found out of his head boy status during summer holiday, she was practically in an uproar over the news (she was unquestionably not the only one, Harry and Ron definitely had their say too!), but after a week in school she saw that he might have actually been the best candidate for the position.

He might not have been the easiest person to work with but he was acting amendable. They had a cool sort of liaison; he didn't call her mudblood and left Harry and Ron alone, while she stayed out of his way and prevented any provoking on Harry and Ron's side.

So yes, life with the head boy was starting to turn out agreeable. That is why it was such a shame that he had fell into the wrong crowd again.

She glanced around the class, letting her eyes fall on the being of her thoughts and noticed that he was asleep behind his history textbook. 'Figures that the head boy would be asleep in class,' she thought bitterly. If she had fallen asleep in class (which was very tempting due to the lack of sleep she got last night) the student body would be in a pandemonium! Professors would assume she was dead or at least on the brink of death and there was no telling what stupid fabrications the students would add to the gossip mill about her sleeping in Professor Binns class.

Malfoy definitely got away with everything, he practically almost sent Hogwarts to its death and all they did was pat him on his head and then offered him the head boy position, he could sleep in class and it would add to his 'cool factor,' or his 'bad boy image' that seemed to be the hot topic of every female residing within the walls of Hogwarts.

"Hello….. Earth to Hermione," said Harry nudging Hermione.

Hermione dazedly snapped out of her thoughts, shaking her head she looked around and noticed the rest of her classmates packing up. Quickly glancing back at Malfoy, she noticed he was no longer asleep and was staring at her carefully, curiosity written all over his face. She blushed and averted her eyes, ashamed that she was caught staring.

She turned to pick up her books and frowned; "ahem," Harry coughed, holding her bag out for her, books already packed. She blushed deeper and snatched her bag, shoving him on her way out while he snickered.

"So what was that all about Hermione?" He laughed, jogging to catch up with the head girl who was doing a very good impression of a flying bat out of hell.

"What was what, Harry?" She murmured.

"You know….. The fairyland you wondered off to, somewhere within the first five minutes of class?" He asked.

"Just tired, I guess." She shrugged.

"Good thing Ron doesn't take the class…. He would have never let you lived that down."

Hermione rolled her eyes, "Like you're much better." She snorted.

Harry's face fell momentarily before breaking out into a huge grin. "Guess not."

Hermione laughed, "Just make sure to remind Ron about the rescheduled prefects meeting? I'm going to try to squeeze in a quick nap before the meeting."

"Didn't get enough sleep in Binns' class then?" Harry teased.

'Not enough sleep period,' Hermione thought. She didn't know why Malfoy's little gathering was working her up so much. Thinking back on it, all it sounded like was some sort of 'club,' that called themselves a clan, maybe they even had their own language made up as to confuse eavesdroppers, she snorted. She couldn't imagine him in some childish club….but then again, that sounded exactly like the sort of thing he would do. He always was one for the belief of supremacy and it just reeked of Malfoy's 'elitism' to start his very own clan.

She guessed she should be a little relieved that she hadn't run into an actual death eater's meeting or something along those lines.

And she would have been relieved too; if it wasn't for that Thaddeus guy and the lady he was with. Something in her spine hummed with awareness whenever her thoughts of that night lingered on them. The couple was obviously in their early to mid-twenties, just coupling that in with a bunch of seventh year students, Slytherins no less, was enough to send up red flags in her mind.

Finally reaching her room, located a few portraits away from Gryffindor tower, she chucked off her school robes and toed off her shoes in socks for a quick nap.

~…..~

Hermione woke up to tingles throughout her entire body, she felt like she was floating on clouds incased in moving feathers, "Ha-Ha, Ron removed the charm," she groaned, desperately trying not to give into the earth-shattering laughter threatening to rack her body.

"You're no fun." He pouted, flicking his wand and removing the charm.

"And you're not funny, so we're even then," she grinned, leaning over to pull on her discarded socks and shoes. "I'm ready, let me just grab my notebook and my pen."

Ron rolled his eyes, "Old habits die hard?"

Hermione grinned while ushering Ron out of her room, following shortly after.

"I hate these bloody things! The last way I would want to spend my Friday evening is listening to Parkinson whine about Hogwarts not throwing enough balls and then goes and drools over the twittering ferret."

Hermione laughed, "You're impossible, Ron!"

"Well it's true! We should just send each other owls and cut the contact to the minimum."

"You may have a point there," Hermione whispered before walking into the half filled room of prefects.

Sitting in her head girl's chair she flipped through her notebook fully preparing herself to take notes. Shortly after, Malfoy sauntered in, sure enough, with Parkinson sharply on his heels, "Let's proceed to the beginning of the meeting, the open topic," he announced.

"I was thinking," started Pansy's sickeningly shrill sweet voice, "-that maybe this year, we should celebrate the final year with something special, instead of just a boring old feast."

Ron snickered, "Told you," which Hermione rebuked with a nice elbow to his gut, "oofph."

"Why don't we discuss that towards the end of the year, Parkinson? Does anybody else have something to discuss?" Hermione asked.

"How about we throw a Halloween ball?" Said one girl Hermione couldn't even begin to remember her name.

And thus, how the meeting started and dragged on, filled with a bunch of worthless idea's and mindless questions. Hermione was really starting to give the whole 'conference owl' set-up, another look. They were supposed to have at the very least, two meetings a month and if this was what the rest of the meetings where going to be like, she was considering hanging up her head girl badge and throwing in the towel, 'Malfoy would just love that!'

She glanced around the room, letting her eyes linger longer on the object of her thoughts. He seemed to be along the same state of mind as her, if the constant sneer on his face was anything to go by.

'What exactly is he thinking about in that selfishly complex mind of his,' she wondered.

~…..~

Draco's nerves were in shock, it felt like every nerve-end in his body was sore from being on fire. He didn't know how to react to that.

It started early in the morning, right after breakfast. He was in first period charms class, when he felt a slight pang, starting in his stomach and spreading, quickly throughout his body. It wasn't an excruciating pain that would cause him to require a potion from his head of house. It felt more like a dull ache, as if his body was humming with vibrations.

As the day progressed, the pain grew sharper and it was starting to get harder to bare. It got to the point where he passed-out into a deep sleep in his history of magic class. It was something he tried to battle but couple that with the heat and the mugginess of the castle, it was a lost cause. So he tried to implement as much discretion as possible by plopping his over-sized history text in front of him before dozing off.

What only felt like seconds later, he was awoken by Blaise nearly shoving him off his seat and soft snickering. He looked up confused and completely ready to hex the person who'd dare to laugh at him when he was in such a state, to only find Potter and Granger conversing and laughing.

He was just getting ready to pack up his belongings before Granger caught his eye briefly before turning away while blushing madly.

He had no clue what that was all about and really didn't care to stick around any longer to find out. With his books packed up, his new goal was to find Professor Snape, pronto. He didn't know how much longer he'd be able to stumble around like this.

Knocking on the door of Snape's personal quarters, he soon heard the crisp cool voice of his Head of House granting him entry.

As soon as he stepped through the door he felt that familiar chill that could only be found in Snape's quarters even when the rest of the school was torching.

"What is it Draco?" He hissed.

"I'm sorry to disturb you Godfather," he gritted out, "but I have a problem."

Draco described how he'd been feeling all day, hoping to any deity that his Godfather had some kind of potion to ease away the pain, any kind of potion would do. He wasn't picky.

"There is no potion to calm….. nerves on fire," he drawled. "However….. there may be a probable solution to your little dilemma. Tell me Draco, have you had any physical contact with an adult Vampire, any at all, besides me?"

He looked up wondering if he should disclose that little bit of information. Snape was his Godfather and he trusted him with his life but secrets of the clan were entirely different. He would be breaking the code and in turn, disgracing himself, which was something he really didn't want to do.

"Judging by your silence…. I'm going to assume that you had. If you did have any sort of physical contact with any higher-level clan member, then the solution is simple……. You must feed." He drawled.

Draco shook his head, "I don't understand. I've never went less than three months before I had to feed again."

"Well that's before you started sneaking off school grounds for your little jamborees," he spat. "Since you have come in contact with a full-blown clan member, your magic is reacting differently……. your powers are becoming much more sensitive……… Which I can deduce is exactly what they wanted to happen." He said while rubbing the bridge of his nose. "You must feed," he sighed, sticking out his wrist.

Draco took the pale, thin wrist in his hand. He could clearly see the blue veins pulsing and jumping under his touch. This was something he never would have chose for himself, feasting on his Godfather and all, but he couldn't help but feel a little excited. After looking back up to his Godfather for the okay he sunk his long fangs into his wrist, marveling at just how coldblooded his head of house actually were.

He couldn't help but to groan with pleasure as he felt the cool liquid touch his tongue and slowly slide down the back of his neck, drinking Snape's very essence tasted forbidden and held a strange sort of appeal to him. He felt intoxicated and was mesmerized by the unusual scent that was pouring from his veins, he wanted more, no he needed more. His feasting turned from gentle to desperate and needy.

"That is enough Draco," he hissed.

Draco pulled his fangs out and felt the familiar rip and tear as they disappeared. "W-What was that?"

"It's a very potent potion I created. As many half-breeds that have been put in Slytherin, I had to create a draught that would allow me to lead and keep my person from any harm."

"Thank you, Godfather."

"Just don't let it happen again," Snape replied while shakily getting up from his chair and ushering Draco out the door. "Oh and Draco?"

"Yes, Godfather?"

"Ten points from Slytherin for wondering off school grounds."

~….~

Renewed and refreshed he decided a nice warm shower would calm his mind, since finding the princess was still frantically buzzing around in his head. He had no clue where to start to look, he didn't know how she might look or what to expect besides the wise words of 'you'll feel her,' how was he suppose to feel her, when it felt like he was feeling everything, now days.

He was starting to come into his powers, which meant that he was starting to feel people's emotions and desires. He had even felt one of Hogwarts house elves before breakfast this morning, so as far as walking around feeling people he knew that was a lost cause. The only thing he could do at this point was to hope that the princess will come into her powers soon.

Turning on the shower's valve and pitching off his robes and shoes on his way to his bathroom, he stepped under the warm water and let all of today's stress and tension wash down the drain.

After a quick drying spell on his hair and a flick of his wand, he was off to the prefects meeting which was something he could have entirely gone without. When Pansy caught up with him he silently groaned, 'on second thought, the prefect meeting I can do, Pansy is a whole other tale,' he thought sourly.

Walking in he noticed Granger, sitting with her usual air of primness and Weasley sitting next to her, practically ogling her every movement, 'this was definitely going to be a long meeting.'

"Let's proceed to the beginning of the meeting, the open topic," he announced, 'so I can get out of here,' he thought.

He took his seat and began to tune out the nonsense jabbering as best as he could. The bunch of idiots hadn't a decent thought in their heads, so of course he expected all of the foolish idea's they brought forth.

He felt her eyes on him and it unnerved him completely. This would be the second time that day that he'd caught her staring at him. He was not sensitive or sentimental by far, he was used to girls ogling him all day but this was Granger, not just any girl. When Granger was caught ogling anybody it was definitely not caused by some flight of fancy.

No, something was definitely going on in that abnormally oversized brain of hers, but what?

Thankfully the meeting was adjourning, which meant he didn't have to be subjected to Grangers constant glances that she thought were discreet. Catching her eye, for the second time that day, he smirked, letting her know that he wasn't as oblivious as she thought he was. A look of total shock greeted him then her eyes flashed grey. Before he could blink, her eyes were back to their normal dull brown.

'Interesting.'

Okay, there you have it! Another update and only two days apart! My muse went into hyper overdrive when I saw all of the wonderful reviews and great responses from the first chapter! Definitely keep them coming, it makes my muse happy! I even threw in a little of Draco's Vampirism. Thank you; bluehalfmoon13, Angel-Miko, TwinsConspiracy, amrawo and BloodJewel for the wonderful reviews. If you haven't reviewed yet, go ahead and tell me what you think or what you might like to see in the coming chapters.