Disclaimer: I do not in any way own Harry Potter.

A/N:umm...hi? Please don't kill me! I've been really busy during x-mas and new year-bloody relatives. I wrote most of this in a huge 5 hour stint last night, fueled by a series of bueno's and cookies, so if the quality goes down towards the end of the chapter, it was coz it was 1 in the morning after a sugar rush :) Well, this chapter has everything! Plot, movement, character development and harryxdraco action (finally! It's been awhile!). Oh yes, warnings!

IMPORTANT: There is a LEMON directly below! so if you don't want to read...well,don't then and skip down past the first page breaker in the story, ok? Ok! I'm afraid I find it really difficult to write smut for some reason, so feedback much apprreciated.

Warnings: LEMON goodness up ahead.

Paris

Lips danced against fevered skin, nipping their way down a slim collarbone and then across a pale chest, pausing briefly to suck playfully on a rose nipple.

"Ah!"

Lips continued to wander, a skilful tongue making an appearance to lick its way down, deliberately pressing against new-found sweet spots.

"…ngh…"

Slim hands joined in, tickling sides and moving gently lower, just skimming over to stroke teasingly on the soft skin of inner thighs. The person below arched their back in an effort to desperately create more contact.

"…don't…ah…stop…"

Lips continued to make their way over pear white skin, lower and lower until they came to a stop, nestled in silky dark curls. A deep inhalation and that tongue flicked out once more.

"Fuck!"

Sharp pants filled the air as Harry threw his head back against the fine bed covers, hands twining down into silver hair.

"Ah-ah-ah darling, none of that now…"

The form above him shifted and the lips were removed. Keening with displeasure, Harry refused to remove his hands from their coveted position, tangled up as they were.

A dark chuckle rang from somewhere above him.

"Uhn!"

A delicious mouth devoured his own, tongues pleasantly entwined, Draco kneeling above either side of his hips.

Hands became lax and started to drift from silver locks down a firm back, sharp fingernails digging into the skin as they went, leaving fine red trails in their wake.

"Charmant…so…lovely…"

Sharp teeth nipped again, this time on his bottom lip, sending a shiver of both pain and pleasure, and causing a little blood to trickle down his chin, which was promptly lapped up by a waiting tongue.

"…Dra…co…please…"

The sinful laugh echoed once again.

The one above pressed down firmly, rocking forward to bring the greatest contact.

"Ah!"

Harry let out a pained hiss as their erections rubbed forcefully together, the pent up sensation causing him to bite hard into his own lip and for his spread hands to twist harshly on the ruffled sheets.

"…ha……don't stop….fuck, please don't stop…"

His reply was another tight roll of the hips, and nails gripping deeper into his skin.

The friction increased further and the pressure began to blaze. Heat coiled fiercely, rushing up and down, making his vision begin to burn a hot white.

He arched his back, more…he needed…more…more of that glorious friction.

"…ngh…har…der!"

He felt himself begin to tighten, and the lips moved, kissing their way from his mouth down towards his neck. The whiteness was getting brighter.

"…ah……fuck!"

Teeth drove deep into flesh and the pressure became too much.

Blood flowed gently and there was a deep groan from above, for a few moments he remained taught, before slowly relaxing back into the forgiving mattress of the bed, his lower lip finally released with a whimper as he felt a hot wetness appear all over his stomach.

Draco collapsed heavily on top of him, licking lazily at the wound on Harry's neck. He chuckled lowly once again.

"You taste positively exquisite darling, the finest of wines…and so lovely…" he mumbled, nuzzling Harry's neck with his nose.

Harry merely hummed in response before his eyes slipped closed, falling into sleep almost immediately.

Harry awoke several hours later, delightfully slowly, and feeling such a great contentment for once, that he stubbornly refused to open his eyes, merely fisting the silk covers in his fists and turning over to settle more comfortably within the warm sheets.

The silk slid wonderfully over his bare skin, nearly causing him to groan out loud at the sensation; for some reason he was feeling particularly sensitive that morning.

Harry was just about to slip off back to dreams when he felt something brush up against him. It was light, easy for him to dismiss as just another shifting of the sheets.

However, when this slight brush was followed by a pale, strong arm sneaking its way over his waist, to grip tightly on his hipbone, he found it a little harder to ignore.

Especially when the rest of the person pressed themselves up against him, or rather, he was pulled into them.

Harry was further startled to discover that the person next to him wasn't wearing anything…. and neither was he.

Eyes snapping wide in panic, Harry quickly sat himself up, letting the arm wrapped about him fall into his lap.

Observing his surroundings, it did not take long for him to figure out the situation, or what had led to it; memories of the night before rushed into his mind, causing him to rip the covers in his hand slightly as he tensed and the dreaded scarlet flush to appeared all over his face.

Last night, after leaving Severus's house, they had walked quickly and quietly back to the house. Harry had had a veritable menagerie of questions he was nearly bursting to ask the other vampire, but he had somehow managed to hold his tongue.

When they had arrived back, Draco had remained in his non-communicative mood and promptly stalked off, as Harry had quickly learned that Draco was often wont to do. Harry was tempted to follow him, to see what on earth Draco actually did during these times, but he had refrained, feeling oddly snubbed by the silent dismissal.

Refusing to ponder reasons why he would feel so, Harry had just as quickly stalked his own way to the library, which was rapidly becoming his favourite place to haunt in the entire house.

He had simply sat there, cuddled up on the couch reading for several hours, until the candles had nearly burned down to the bare wicks, leaving little pools of wax in their wake.

It was just as the first tinges of dawn had started to make their appearance on the edges of the horizon, and Harry had just left the library in favour of finding somewhere to sleep that he met up with Draco once more.

The vampire had seemed a little more interested in Harry than he had been when he had disappeared earlier, which had had Harry feeling inexplicably irritated once again. He was quite happy to simply ignore the blonde in passing but, unfortunately, Draco made that option rather difficult when he suddenly pushed him up against a wall, kissing him fervently.

Most thought promptly vanished from Harry's mind. At some point they had managed to move along the wall into a shadow, which had let Draco move them from the hallway and into his bedroom.

Things had become slightly more …heated from thereon in. Though Harry couldn't now quite recall when the clothes had been shed or why Draco had suddenly desired so much…intimacy.

Casting wary green eyes over to figure still resting beside him, Harry decided that he would perhaps never be able to fathom the other man's mind. Considering how…odd he could be, he absently wondered if he even wanted to.

After reliving the events, Harry was forcefully reminded of his own undressed state. Taking advantage of the fact the Draco was still asleep, to which Harry refused to think he looked sweet, or in any way, shape or form innocent, he quickly scanned the room for some clothes.

He frowned slightly when he didn't see any, not even strewn about in odd places; what the hell had they done last night?

Slipping from the bed to the floor, and taking one of the light silken sheets with him, Harry hurried over to one of the wardrobes and yanked it open, not being fussy in grabbing some of the plainer attire. Draco was a couple of inches taller than him, and perhaps a little broader in the shoulders, but only by a small margin, so the clothes were a good enough fit for him to borrow for long periods.

He was buttoning up the shirt when he heard some rustling from the bed, causing him to turn around to see Draco get up from the bed, completely shameless about his lack of dress.

Even though a slight dusting of pink returned to dash across his cheeks, Harry really didn't expect anything less from the man; it wasn't as if he had anything to be ashamed of anyway.

Definitely not.

Feeling his blush grow just a bit warmer, Harry resolutely turned away, fiddling with the edges of the sheet still held limply in his hand.

"Want to explain what last night was about?" he asked, voice light.

Draco paused in his own dressing, angling his head slightly to peer at his minuo better.

The vampire let a small smirk twist the edges of his mouth.

"I missed you, and then, upon seeing you again," Harry glanced sharply over to the man lounging lazily against the wardrobe opposite, "I simply couldn't control myself."

Draco observed Harry intently for a moment.

"You're not going to blame me now are you? Besides," he continued, "its really all your own fault."

Harry spluttered indignantly, throwing down the sheet clutched in his hand and stormed over to the unconcerned vampire on the other side of the room.

"And how, exactly," he spat, "is what happened my fault?"

Well," said Draco lowly, before leaning down so their noses were barely an inch apart, "its just that you're so…delectable. It makes you utterly irresistible."

And before the blush could even start to rise for yet another appearance Draco had placed his mouth firmly against Harry's, pulling him further in by a tight arm about his waist.

As Harry felt Draco's tongue sensually slide against his own, he felt any lingering anger simply…melt away.

By the time the blonde pulled away, smirking a little in satisfaction, Harry's dark green eyes were hooded, and he felt a little dazed.

He was subsequently a little shocked when Draco suddenly changed the subject completely, stepping away and walking to face the large bay windows that looked over the private gardens below.

"How much did you follow of my conversation with Severus last night?" he asked softly, his gaze now fixed to something out the window.

The sudden seriousness left Harry feeling a little off balance, but, after dealing with several of Draco's 'bi-polar' moments, he was able to gather himself a bit better, and answer the question.

"Not much," Harry admitted quietly, "I got that your-that your father is back…whatever that means, and that-that your…mother wishes to speak to you."

Draco was silent for several moments, continuing to simply stare out of the glass.

"Good," he finally said at length, "then you should understand me when I say that we need to visit my mother."

Harry was halfway through nodding in affirmation when he stopped, eyes a little wide, "Wait, we?! You mean…I'm going with you?"

Draco turned slightly, "Of course," he said, that damnable smirk back on his face. "You didn't really think I would leave you here, all by yourself?"

He looked vaguely amused for a moment before becoming serious once again, reverting back to stare out the window.

"Especially after all that has happened?" he asked softly, seemingly to himself, as his gaze lingered on a dry, rusty red patch that stained the patio slabs below.

"Besides," he said, pulling himself away and moving to saunter out the room, "I want you to meet my mother."

And with that enigmatic statement, smirk still firmly in place Draco left the room.

One day, Harry swore to himself, he would make it so that Draco had to follow after him…

Still grumbling slightly, Harry followed him out the room.

Paris, Harry decided silently to himself, wasn't exactly like all the romance novels portrayed it to be. First off, as he vainly tried to keep up with Draco's long strides, it was full of French people.

Not that there was anything wrong with that! It was just…so many people. And, well, they all seemed to lose their temper really very quickly, and made it exceptionally difficult to get anywhere.

He roughly jerked himself past a throng of people queuing outside a theatre and rushed to catch up to Draco.

Second, arrival wasn't all that glamorous either. They had simply walked out the house until they were outside the boundary, Draco had then pulled him towards himself and then they had…vanished he supposed in the shade of the trees that lined the paved road.

Falling out of a shadow in some alleyway somewhere and banging straight into a rather hard wall isn't the best for first impressions either.

Rubbing gingerly at his-still-slightly-sore-arm, which Harry wouldn't have been surprised if it had been fractured just a couple of hours ago, he scowled at the form of the blonde walking so elegantly just up ahead.

And thirdly, though it wasn't really limited to Paris, the mysterious thoughts were making an unwelcome appearance once again. They were incredibly stupid things like, being annoyed that Draco had dismissed his injury so easily (which had hurt damn it!), and some odd sort of frustration that Draco refused to wait for him, causing Harry to have to fight to follow after him.

These sort of thoughts were annoying, in ways that Harry decided he didn't wish to explore, but they were also making him increasingly irate with the vampire in front of him. Draco was just being so…so…. so…. so…careless!

Harry momentarily paused in his walking, careless? That did not make any sense at all. Yet, at the same time, he couldn't help but think that was exactly what Draco was being.

Pushing all irritating thoughts aside, Harry made strides to catch up to the blonde, determined to find out where Draco was leading them.

"So," he said, purposefully latching onto the vampire's arm as a bustle of tourists nearly sent him careening into the road, "where exactly is it that we're going?"

Draco glanced at the minuo from the corner of his eye, focusing for a moment on the hand resting on his arm.

Looking back to the street, he replied, "To a house, well, more of a mansion I suppose, just outside the Vincennes district. It is solely for…underground use, and my mother, being the little societal butterfly that she is, if she's anywhere, that's where'll she'll be."

Harry nodded a little in understanding, and hitched the scarf he had stolen from one of Draco's drawers higher up on his neck; October was getting on, and the weather was getting colder, even for a vampire's senses.

Walking along further, and stubbornly ignoring any feeling of hurt as Draco slipped his arm from his as they crossed a particularly crowded street, Harry wondered to himself why they couldn't of possibly 'shadow hopped' closer to the place. His curiosity demanded that he ask, but…well, Draco was being even stranger than usual, being oddly dismissive and flippant.

Feeling something in his chest get a little tighter at the thought, Harry quickly cut off all thoughts. Draco was probably just more on edge because he was going to see his mother, who, now that he thought of it, was a vampire as well?

His curiosity rose once again, but one look at the form of his sire kept him quiet.

The rest of the trip was conducted in a strangely tense silence, not that Draco noticed much; he was far too deep in thought.

The sun was setting by the time they arrived at the gates. The last defiant casts of orange and fire-yellow illuminated the way and glinted off the iron bars lining the long driveway, causing Harry to narrow his eyes slightly against the glare.

Though he would never admit it, he had been slightly rattled by the guards they had passed by only a few moments ago.

Tall, pale skinned and not making any attempt to hide the shiny weapons in their pockets, they were more than a little intimidating. Harry had never seen another vampire, other than Draco and Severus, and this time he could clearly distinguish that these two were far stronger than he.

Inwardly, he vaguely wondered why he wasn't so intimidated by Draco, whom he knew was probably more powerful, in vampire terms at least, than either of them.

The worst thing though was passing their inspection. Though it wasn't really an 'inspection'. They had both been casually smoking against the gates, but, as soon as they had looked up and seen Draco, they had straightened and even appeared a little…nervous? Draco approached with no qualms at all and spoke to them in low tones that Harry hadn't been able to make out.

They had hurriedly allowed him admittance and they had passed through with no problem. No, the thing that had unsettled Harry was the cursory glance he had received as he had gone by, huddled close behind Draco, and then the disdained dismissal.

He normally wouldn't have cared so much. I mean he had been a vampire for what? Not even a week. But…everyone seemed to be dismissing him lately, Severus always did so, and even Draco appeared to be doing so today.

The fact left him feeling oddly cold as he walked up the drive, trailing closely behind the older vampire. It most certainly did not improve any sense of self worth that he had at the moment.

As they finished the path and started up some long wide steps and through a pair of heavy dark wood doors, and another pair of armed guards, Harry felt incredibly small, and insignificant.

And, it became clear as they entered that Draco, whoever he was, was significant in some way.

Wrapping his arms tightly about himself, Harry remained following obediently as they were directed down a lavish hallway, and then another.

Harry wasn't paying too much attention to the décor, but it was obvious from the abundance of tapestries, oil paintings, chandeliers and marble, that this house was a symbol of luxury and expenditure.

Draco never broke his swift stride as a man seemingly appeared from nowhere from the shadows reaching up the entire side of the hallway. The newcomer easily matched Draco pace and hurriedly started up a conversation. This time, they were close enough for Harry to overhear.

"My Lord," Harry's widened fractionally behind them, "we were not aware that you were coming. If you had informed us then we would have better preparations for you-"

Draco dismissed the hasty excuses with a wave of his hand and his reply was terse.

"I have no intention of staying, Hote, my visit shall be short. I was informed that my mother was here?"

It was really more of a statement than a question.

Hote stammered for a moment, but quickly smoothed over his anxiety.

"But of course, your grace, Lady Narcissa is indeed in residence here at the moment, I presume you wish to meet with her directly."

Draco merely nodded sharply, his long strides taking him around yet another corner in the maze of corridors. Harry hurried to make sure he wasn't left behind, though he was slightly perplexed at how much effort it took to keep up, Draco was only a little taller than him in the first place.

Harry huffed slightly at the thought, causing the man walking astride with Draco to overhear and turn to seek the origin of the noise with a questioning look.

The man peered at him a moment; he had a slim but long nose and thick dark hair Harry noticed, with very dark eyes; he reminded him a bit of Severus.

The man however, quickly turned back to face Draco, only this time with an obviously inquiring look.

Draco ignored him, stormy grey eyes fixed ahead, obviously lost in thought. The Hote said nothing and promptly started to speak to Draco about something or another, undoubtedly important.

Harry felt the something in his chest tighten just a little bit more and turned his head away, not wanting to gaze at Draco's back any longer.

He tuned back into the conversation just in time to hear Draco give something that sounded oddly like a growl. Hote appeared momentarily quite anxious.

"Yes, I'm afraid so, but the ball should be winding down by this point, we do need to feed sometime after all…"he trailed off with a slight nervous laugh before his face went blank once again.

So used to walking by this point, Harry nearly crashed into Draco's back when he halted in front of another pair of double doors (which he didn't really think was that wise of a decision at the moment).

Draco closed his eyes for a moment and took a moment to calm himself down. It wouldn't do to be angry when he was visiting his mother; she could be trying enough all by herself.

Feeling at least a bit calmer, Draco easily pushed open the heavy doors and stalked into the grand ballroom.

Harry was inordinately glad that all the noise covered his gasp of surprise; he was feeling self conscious enough as it was. It truly was a grand sight though, music seemed to fill the room from every corner and the sheer number of people, or rather vampires was completely overwhelming.

The most impressive sight however, was not the remarkable amounts of polished wood and marble, the glittering crystal and rich deep swirl of colours that filled the room; it was the dancing.

Men and women fitted in stiff, but beautiful clothes and swathes of fabric, moving with such precision and grace.

Harry felt his size shrink even further, not to mention that he felt very…grubby he supposed, in comparison to everyone else.

Casting another sidelong glance to Draco, who was swiftly making his way to the back of the room, Harry swallowed down his growing anger and kept silent.

They went up an equally grand staircase, the banisters on either side gleaming a deep ruby red. They moved past the marble statues at the top and Draco continued to a side door, one that Harry would not of noticed if he had only been passing.

Draco paused for a moment just before the door handle, eyeing it somewhat warily. Harry peered around his form, wondering what could make the vampire temporary halt.

He heard the silver haired man sigh wearily, and Draco finally glanced back over his shoulder towards Harry.

"My mother can be a bit…tiring, most of the time, even if I am her son," he seemed to hesitate slightly, some indecision crossing over his eyes, "it would probably be best if you kept silent, no need to draw her attention," he mumbled slightly to himself.

Harry had to forcefully bite down on his tongue so as not to start shouting. He felt himself twitch a little in indignation. Stay silent?! That's what he had been doing practically the entire day because someone had decided to be the big, scary moody vampire all day!

Draco opened his mouth to perhaps to say something more, but, upon spying the verdant gleam in Harry's usually darker eyes, he refrained, simply turning about to open the door.

The room was in a similar style to the rest of the house, large chandeliers and windows covered with thick curtains and marble that reflected the light to make the entire house oddly bright. The room itself was thin and rectangular, leading the eyes to draw irresistibly to the other end, opposite the door.

Several vampires lined the walls, weaponry plainly in sight, dressed in dark suits, but what drew all attention was the figure seated on the large ornamental chair at the head of the room.

It was a woman, she was not particularly tall, and possessed a very delicate build, her wrists were so thin and she just seemed so…petite. Her skin was paper white and she had cascades of almost white blonde hair, though, Harry noticed, it was slightly more golden than sliver like Draco's was.

Her hair was held back to the base of her head with a myriad of clips, decorated with pearls and other gems that glittered in the light. Her lips, eyelids and cheeks were thickly painted in makeup; shocking red, silvery grey charcoal and dusty pink respectively.

She was wearing several layers of dresses, making up a thick, and very heavy drape of fabric, though the outer layer was a beautiful royal blue, and as she shifted slightly in her seat, Harry heard the slight creak of corsets and saw the beads embroidered on her clothing glitter.

All in all, she was the most beautiful, and terrifyingly intimidating woman Harry had ever met. Any intention to speak, just to spite Draco quickly disappeared in wisp of smoke in his mind.

He shifted himself a bit further behind Draco. You know, now that he thought about it, Draco's back really was something rather fascinating for him to examine all day.

"Mother," greeted Draco evenly, walking up smoothly to the woman in the chair, bending down to place a brief kiss on her cheek. He withdrew and stepped back several steps, so that he stood below her.

Personally Harry thought it was a good idea; those cold blue eyes were so severe, he prayed that a situation where he had to be alone with the woman never arose.

In return, Narcissa raised a small hand, a ring sparkling briefly before returning back to its place, neatly folded on her lap.

"Draco, I trust that Severus passed on my message?" she asked lightly.

Draco nodded lightly in reply, to which Narcissa sighed.

"I had hoped, that when we met again, it was in better circumstances…it has been such a long time…"she trailed off, her voice somewhat softer than what it had been.

Draco nodded once more, though a little more firmly this time, "Indeed, it has been over half a century since we were last close enough to each other to visit. It is most unfortunate for us to have to meet in such circumstances," he said.

Narcissa inclined her head a little, a feat considering the amount of weight piled upon it.

She suddenly leaned back in her chair, "Lucius always was," she closed her eyes and spoke softly, "…a most troublesome man. The fact that he still has some sort of twisted family loyalty left in him just makes everything the more difficult for us."

Draco remained standing were he was, unmoved. Though Harry, who was stationed behind him, could see how tense he was by the strain across his shoulders.

Narcissa gave another sigh and leaned forward somewhat, with an accompanying rustle of fabric and click of jewellery.

"I trust you know what to do if he should decide to drop by for a visit Draco?"

Her tone was light, but her eyes were once again as sharp as steel. Draco nodded in assent to the proclamation and Narcissa visibly relaxed a little, or as much as she could in her confine of clothing and metal.

It was then that she noticed Harry, who was half hiding behind the protection of Draco's back.

Harry felt an irrational fear when the woman locked eyes with his and he swallowed convulsively. She was such a small individual, yet she had such a presence.

She tilted her head slightly to the side, as much as her hair would allow and peered somewhat curiously at the creature stationed behind her son. Dark hair and green eyes; pretty enough, she supposed.

She glanced questioningly to Draco, "Draco, how…unusual of you to have brought something with you, you don't normally bring pets."

The question certainly sounded innocent enough, the tone was light, only carrying a slight surprise. Odd then, how it made Harry's insides turn to bitter ice. A…pet? Was that what he was? Was that all he was to Draco? Something to entertain him until he grew bored of him?

The tightness in his chest grew some more, making his throat and mouth go dry. He glanced towards Draco when he heard him answer.

"No," he said in a cool, slightly tight voice, "he is not a pet."

Narcissa was unfazed by her son's cold tone, "Oh," was all she said, rather dispassionately, flicking one more observant glance towards the boy before deciding to observe Draco himself.

Glad to have attention removed from himself, and feeling lighter after Draco's correction, Harry allowed himself some amusement at Draco's expense as he was subjected to his mother's inquisition.

"Draco," she demanded, extremely offended, "what on earth have you been doing with yourself? You look positively awful, have you no shame?"

Harry hid a smile in his scarf at Draco's incredulous look towards his mother.

He also had to restrain laughter as Draco spluttered in his response.

"Mo-Mother?! What on earth are you talking about? I look as I always do."

"Well, if that is the case, then you must always look awful," came the prompt reply. She peered shrewdly at him for a moment or two.

"I'm sure it's because of that decrepit house you still insist about residing in, why you would ever wish to live there of all places is beyond me," she sniffed.

Draco gave a frustrated sigh, "Mother, someone has to look over the house and it is only slightly rundown-"

Both Harry and Narcissa gave him unbelieving looks at that.

"Draco," she said imperatively, "I know for a fact that the manor is far below satisfactory, the reason why I keep mentioning it is because I simply do not understand why you have not taken it upon yourself to renovate the place if you must insist on living there. It is not as if we are lacking in funds any, " here she looked down her nose at her son, "some of us still kept the Malfoy bank accounts healthy."

Draco refused to wince at the accusation, they had argued over this for well over two hundred years and nothing had changed in that time.

"Mother," he started exasperatedly, "there is simply no point in doing so, I mainly use the manor during times of Rest, which can last for decades, and when I am Awake, then I am often not there at all, therefore there is no point in renovating. You already know my answer on the subject; and nothing has changed since the last time we spoke."

Harry flicked his gaze from one blonde to the other; it was distinctly amusing to watch Draco and his mother talk and argue like any other, usual family.

During this, he suddenly caught the corner of Draco's grey eyes, which appeared a little wider than usual, as if he had just remembered that Harry was there. He frowned in annoyance that Draco seemed to have forgotten about him. What the hell was with Draco today?

For Draco himself, he had suddenly realised that something had changed, Harry was with him now; he suddenly recalled what they had done early that morning.

Feeling a rush of something, Draco turned to face his mother, his features contemplative.

"Perhaps…perhaps I shall take your suggestions into account mother."

Both Harry and Narcissa glanced at Draco in surprise, not expecting him to acquiesce so suddenly.

Narcissa spared another glance towards the boy standing behind Draco, her curiosity about him growing. Her son was not one to take a companion of any sort; he only took a pet when they interested him, which was hardly ever, and he most certainly never took them with him to visit people.

Glancing out the window, Narcissa decided that it was a question reserved for another time.

"I'm afraid that I must cut our time short for now. I must go out to feed, perhaps we can continue our discussions further when I return and," she added, glancing at the guards lining the walls, "in more private circumstances?"

Draco assented with a quiet, "Of course," and they were ushered out of the room. Harry passed out the door just in time to see Narcissa rise; she really did seem to be such a fragile person.

A/N:Ooh, things have gotten a lot more interesting haven't they?#rubs hands together evilly# Especially Draco ignoring Harry eh? If you ask nicely, I'll explain that at the beginning of next chapter, as i doubt it'll get explained properly in the story. Hoped you forgive me for not updating in so long- the chapter WAS longer! (please don't hurt me!)

Hote- means host in French.

Right, next chapter, one I'm sure you have all been awaiting for, when the gang comes from Italy to meet up with Harry! Please review for me, it makes me really happy and I will answer any questions that you may have for me! Review :P