Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

A/N:Heh, been a while hasn't it? I got so invovled in writing other things that I didn't relaise until yesterday that I hadn't updated in over two weeks, and I still had only written half the chapter. However, after much chocolate and some lovely help from my equally lovely beta, I managed to get it done in record time! So, here's a chapter we've all been waiting for. Though you'll probably find the upcoming chapters far more entertaining...

Warnings: Bloodplay, and of course, Ginny- enough said.

The Second Coming

Things were not looking good, Harry decided. It was four o'clock, and he should be meeting with Ron, Hermione and the others in less than twenty minutes. Draco had secluded himself away with a book in the library, he couldn't even remember what he had been sent here to the house do in the first place, which he would have to somehow explain to Hermione, and then there was the tiny little fact that- oh yes, while you were away, I died. But it's okay, because now I'm a vampire!

To summarise; things were not looking good.

And lets not start in on the whole fiasco about his 'hot-bipolar-bastard of a lover' either, okay?

So, in short, this all led to Harry being just a little panicked.

At this moment in time, the newly formed vampire was nervously making his brisk way down to the entrance hall, racking his brains on the way for where it was exactly that he was meant to meet them. Things were fuzzy in his head; as if someone had taken his memories from before he met Draco and smudged them before shaking them in a blender before handing them back.

The idea was slightly disturbing, as well as more than a little worrying. Why was he forgetting his friend's faces?

Frowning, Harry slipped out the front door and, hugging his arms about himself, walked a vigorous pace across the lawns.

Now he remembered; he was to meet up with them in the lobby of the hotel where he had first been briefed about what he had to do. He could only fervently hope that that old, absolutely insane man, Dumbledore, was not present at the meeting. He shivered slightly at the memory of the man's luminescent fashion choices.

Hermione smiled tightly to Dumbledore as he offered some sort of lemon confectionary and declined with a small shake of the head. She sat stiffly in the chair that had been taken from the hotel's restaurant as she gazed bracingly at her fellow companions, determined not to show her immense worry.

She had a feeling she failed as Ron, who was seated across from her, leaned back on one of the sofa plush chairs and stared at her pointedly.

Luckily, the only other who seemed to have noticed this was Colin, who was alternately flicking her, Ron and Dumbledore increasingly confused looks. Ginny was smoothing down her skirt with precise movements and Luna was absent-mindedly chewing on a cocktail stick. Where she got it from, Hermione had no idea, and quite frankly, she simply didn't care.

Where was he?

He was nearly twenty minutes late already!

They hadn't spoken in day's and-oh! She just felt so awful. She was the one who left him here, when Dumbledore was clearly off his rocker, and-and-people had died!

Died!

And now Harry was late, wasn't the nearly two-week wait torture enough?

She bit her lip and tried to make the fidgeting with her hands as unnoticeable as possible.

When she heard the lobby doors swing open, she couldn't contain her relief and jumped up to spin around, heart in her chest.

She couldn't suppress the large sigh of relief either.

"Harry! I'm so glad to see you-we all are. It's seems like forever since we were all together, doesn't it?" she asked as she saw Harry make his way up the steps to meet them.

Meanwhile, Ron had stood up, and walked round the table, so as to pat his missing friend on the back.

"There you are mate, safe, sound, and alive." The last was directed towards Hermione, who blushed pink and turned her head, mumbling slightly.

Harry merely nodded his head, feeling inordinately uncomfortable, what with his nerves sky high. He glanced mutely at the people seated around the table, ramshackle chairs obviously pulled from various parts of the building.

Luna and Colin were both smiling gently and gave faint waves, having remained sitting. He made no outward sign of his anguish as his eyes passed over the lurid form of Albus Dumbledore, whose appeared to be almost twinkling. He paused momentarily as looked at Ginny. She was smiling widely, but there was a certain glint in her eyes that Harry decided he didn't really like. She flicked her sheet of red hair as Dumbledore stood to speak in astonishment.

"What a pleasant surprise Mr.Potter! We were almost beginning to think you weren't coming, but indeed, you're alive! Did you happen perhaps, to get the evidence I need to convince that most stubborn brother of mine?"

Harry was rather impressed he managed not to wince through Dumbledore's little greeting, yet he could not stop the dark humour from bubbling up in the back of his mind, whenever someone had commented that he was 'alive'.

Alive, right, of course.

He cleared his throat slightly, "I'm afraid that I wasn't er, able to get any evidence at all, Mr. Dumbledore."

"Oh dear," said the old man, and he seated himself back onto his purple armchair with a flump.

"Um, yes, you see nothing unusual happened at all while I was staying there you see."

Harry was almost certain he felt his face twitch slightly. Images of the boy he found dead on the floor, meeting Draco; letting the vampire touch him, taste him, Turn him, Severus, Narcissa, Remus and Sirius, and the death of that woman in the alley, all swam in the forefront of his mind.

Nothing unusual indeed.

"Ah," said Dumbledore, rather sagely, "that's probably why you're still alive then."

Luna sighed, before adding in that vague voice of hers, "I suppose sometimes, you're just unlucky."

Feeling somewhat offended, Harry almost missed Dumbledore's enthusiastic agreement of, "Too true….".

Dumbledore sighed heavily, "It seems then, that I shall just have to find another to prove myself to Aberforth then, though I must say, it has taken such a long time already…"

Hermione looked put upon at that, though whether it was due to feelings of guilt on the part of not completing the job, or rather it stemmed from leaving someone else to have to do it, was uncertain. However, what she said next nonetheless made Harry briefly contemplate bashing his head against the nearby wall.

"Now, now Mr.Dumbledore, we said we'd get the job done, I find this situation very unsatisfying…"she paused to ponder momentarily, finger unconsciously moving to rest against her mouth, "perhaps one person was just not enough to cover such a large area? I'm sure if we stay another few days, all of us, then we'd find something for you sir."

While everyone else in the room was appearing surprised, Dumbledore merely took out one of his lemon sherbets and sucked on it musingly.

"I suppose that would be a gratifying solution Miss.Granger. In fact, it's quite a marvellous idea! And I'm sure if there is more than one of you, you should all return perfectly fine, just look at Mr.Potter here! Yes, that suits me perfectly."

As Hermione smiled in response and made arrangements, Ron occasionally adding something, Harry swallowed convulsively. Things were…. not looking good. As in really, really not looking good.

He'd have to lead them to the house, where Draco was! How was he going to explain that? Not to mention that they would now be staying until they found something unusual. Which, may he add, included himself!

Unfortunately however, he could only smile tightly as the five of them collected their things together and started to shuffle through the lobby and out through the revolving doors, waiting for him to show the way.

Harry desperately tried not to show how anxious he was; he was both pleased and oddly disappointed when he succeeded.

"Woah," Ginny gasped as they slid through the heavy doors to enter the entrance hall.

Hermione seemed to agree with the younger girl's statement as she nodded, eyes flickering all over the place, to taken in as much of the sight as possible.

Harry stayed a little ways behind them as they wandered slowly about, examining the mud encrusted marble floor and the rotting banisters, fidgeting slightly and constantly glancing around, as if expected Draco to swoop down at any given moment.

Which, really, the vampire was actually quite likely to do.

While the girls were busy taking in the large hall, Hermione jumping as the wood pigeons that lived in the dusty chandelier fluttered in from the broken window at the top of the stairs, Ron was looking as equally unimpressed as Harry about the surroundings and was gratefully dropping the bags of equipment on the marble floor, not even wincing at the metallic 'clank' it caused.

"So," asked Hermione as she turned around to face him, "Where have you been staying?"

"Oh, just-just up there, in er, one of the towers actually. A bit cold, but it was alright, not so great when it rained though."

Hermione merely nodded and turned away again, this time observing the wood panelled walls instead.

She slowly wandered off to the side of the group, most of which were now in an argument of who carried what up the stairs, though Harry, she noted, simply stood off to the side.

Frowning slightly, she turned away from the sight and bent over to peer closer at one of the finely embellished wooden doors that led off the main hall. She was just about to reach out and grasp the handle when she felt something move behind her. Spinning around, she jumped back in surprise.

"Who the hell are you?!" she asked quickly, startled at the sudden appearance of a man she had never seen before in her life.

Everyone else in the hall snapped their attention to Hermione and the figure that had unexpectedly appeared.

No one heard the almost inaudible groan from Harry, except perhaps, the mysterious figure himself.

"My, my, is that the way you always greet someone?"

Hermione warily appraised the man before her.

The first thing she noticed, was that the man was perhaps one of the most attractive she had ever had the pleasure to see, with silver-blonde hair and deep, dark grey eyes. However, he also seemed to have a strange aura about him, the one a predator might share, which despite the man's gorgeous looks, made her slightly uncertain.

"I'm sorry, you just startled me is all. Um, do you mind but- who are you exactly? I wasn't aware there was anybody else here."

"I believe it is polite to give your name first, Miss…?"

Hermione flushed once again, "Oh, excuse me, I'm Hermione Granger, and these are my…workmates shall we say, " she replied, gesturing vaguely behind her with a waving hand.

"Really?" asked Draco lightly, though a growing smirk could be seen stretching its way across his face.

Just as Draco was about to say something else, Harry, ignoring the questioning looks from his friends, swiftly made his way over to his recalcitrant sire, before he could do any more damage and make things absolutely impossible to explain.

"Ah, Hermione, this is Draco, Draco Malfoy. I-we met in the village-bumped into each other in fact, and when he heard that I was staying here, he was kind-kind enough to stay with me," stuttered out Harry, right from the top of his head.

Draco raised one his damnable eyebrows, "Really? I thought it was more you staying with me."

"No," said Harry, smiling most painfully, "No, I'm sure that's the way things went."

Thankfully for Harry, the older vampire merely shrugged, making even that simple gesture appear impossibly elegant.

"Malfoy? Didn't the Malfoy family once own this Manor?" Hermione asked suspiciously.

Harry inwardly cursed Hermione for having to know absolutely everything, and so conducting her research on projects so thoroughly.

Draco appeared unfazed, and answered with a smile of his own, which though may of put his companions at ease, Harry could clearly the same resemblance it held to that of a shark.

"Yes, they did, I believe it was my father who sold it in the end, so you could say I have a vested interest in finding out what goes on here."

Hermione nodded a little in response, seemingly appeased.

Harry felt as if he were on the verge of a heart attack, if vampires even could have a heart attack that is. He was so taught with nervous tension, with fear that at any moment they would all discover everything, that he had the most unpleasant sensation of being pulled apart in several different directions, all at the same time.

Which, unsurprisingly, wasn't a very pleasant experience.

Harry was just about to take advantage of the lull in conversation to direct them upstairs to some rooms, when he heard Ginny speak out.

"So, you're friends with myHarry then?"

The poor brunette inwardly sighed with near hysterical frustration.

Draco narrowed grey eyes at the red headed girl, before giving a disarming smile and gently striding to beside Harry, coming to a halt so close that they were almost touching. When he replied, he addressed Harry, rather than Ginny.

"I think that we're a bit more than friends, wouldn't you say, darling?" purred Draco, taking the opportunity to also wrap an arm about his waist.

Harry could only watch with wide eyes at Draco, sure that all the stress had put his mind into shut down.

After a few moments of staring imploringly at a completely unrepentant Draco, Harry very slowly turned in the embrace to see the others expressions, as everything had gone unusually silent.

If Harry hadn't been so nervous, he was sure to have found their reactions amusing.

Ron was obviously stunned by the very thought- he'd never been the most observant creature after all; it must of come as quite a shock, he was blinking a rather unhealthy amount.

Hermione on the other hand, though obviously taken aback, seemed to be taking it a bit better, glancing from between Harry and Draco for some sort of explanation.

Luna and Colin remained silent on either side of Ginny, who strangely enough had a glazed look to her.

"Um, Harry?" asked Hermione timidly, "Is, er, is this," here she made a slightly awkward gesture in their direction with her hands, "um, true?"

Harry swallowed; Draco still hadn't let go, if anything his grip was getting tighter.

"Yes, yes I suppose-it is," said Harry tightly, feeling his heart flutter like a butterfly. They'd never really talked about his sexuality before; they'd never had to deal with it quiet like this either. It had always remained something sort of left unsaid that they found out at different times, like when both Luna and Ginny had accidentally walked in on making out with Stephan, but well…it just wasn't something they mentioned.

He knew for a fact that Ginny still held the belief he was in an 'experimental' phase or some such rubbish; it didn't exactly help his enthusiasm for actually coming out and saying it- most especially Ron, who came from the same family and had probably never thought about such a thing as gay men in his entire life.

Harry found it worrisome that Ron hadn't said anything yet; he was still appearing rather dazed.

Feeling highly uncomfortable, Harry had never been gladder when Hermione made the suggestion he'd been waiting for all night.

"Oh my, well, we certainly do have a lot to catch up on, don't we? But its getting late, and we've been travelling all day, I think it would be best for us all to head to bed, and sort out everything in the morning, don't you think?"

Her smile was small, and a little strained, but Harry couldn't bring himself to care too much at the moment. Instead he finally wriggled free of Draco's hold and stepped forward towards the stairs.

"Actually, Hermione, I think that's a great idea; tomorrow! Well, why don't I show you where you can stay alright?"

And with that he continued to walk up the stairs, the rest except for Draco collecting their things in a move to follow after him, all still strangely quiet.

Harry was almost at the top of the stairs when he heard Draco call out.

"I'll see you later tonight then, charmant!"

Harry paused for a moment, not bothering to turn around, before he continued as if he hadn't heard, though his back was suspiciously stiff.

Grinning maliciously to himself, Draco stayed standing there for only a moment before stalking off to his study, his eyes glowing silver as he reached the unlit darkness of the corridors.

Back in the entrance hall, Hermione uncomfortably tugged on one of Ron's sleeves.

"Come on Ron," she said softly to the still bemused boy.

"He certainly didn't talk about that in his phone calls," mumbled the red head as he was pulled unrelentingly up the staircase.

It was only a short while later that all lights in the house went off, and Harry got everyone settled in. The rooms were dusty and some of the glass was cracked, but really, they had all been subject to far worse accommodation before.

Though, while Ron, Hermione, Luna and even the over-excitable Colin had all fallen asleep nearly as soon as their heads hit the pillow, Ginny lay wide awake on top of her musty red covers, feeling far too troubled to fall into the lands of dreams.

The moonlight that was shining in through her window to fall on her hair and the slight scraping of the tree branches outside on the glass merely added to her feeling of discontent.

She simply could not stop thinking about that man that had the sheer audacity to put his arm on her Harry.

Oh all right, so he wasn't exactly hers. Yet.

But still, she had known him for much longer than that blonde, so obviously she had certain privileges. Harry couldn't have known this-this Draco person, for much longer than a week!

Yes, she thought to herself, so it is certainly not serious yet.

Adding, she asserted firmly to herself, the fact that Harry wasn't gay in the first place. I mean, all boys like to experiment right? Harry had merely not known how to stop with his…adventures, that's all.

However, the blonde man was certainly a problem. After all, he was an incredibly attractive person; no wonder he had been able to lure poor Harry astray when he already confused about his preferences.

There was no doubt in her mind, that when said confusion cleared up, it would be in her favour, and not in the male populace's.

But still, the image of Harry being held so familiarly in an embrace did not sit well with her. Harry had never had a proper relationship before, so she had simply assumed that he would never get into one, until her she reminded herself. However, after years of observing Harry, she could easily tell the way his eyes had softened, even just a little bit, when the other man made his appearance.

And that, more than anything, caused her the greatest distress.

But, it would all work out in the end wouldn't it? Once they had finished the job for Mr. Dumbledore, they would leave, Harry included.

And long distance relationships hardly ever worked out.

Ginny could make sure of that.

Meanwhile, one floor up, and several corridors over, Draco was indulging in one of his favourite pastimes.

Some may call it brooding, but Draco rather preferred to think of it as simply an organisation of his thoughts, while secluding himself away from everybody else around him, often accompanied with a wineglass.

At the current moment however, Draco's thoughts could hardly be called 'organised'. He was far to busy stewing in his own rage for that.

Firstly, Harry had left the grounds all by himself, and without informing him. Then! He had returned with several mortals in tow; which would have been fine if they were for eating. After little observation, he was most irritated to conclude that they weren't.

And they included the Hermione girl, the one who had insisted on Harry speaking to her all throughout the week. He nearly growled aloud at the thought of her; such an irresponsibly overbearing woman.

However, the other female, the one with red hair, had been far worse.

She had held the stupid assumption that she could call his minuo hers!

There was no way that Draco, a vampire lord, would let a pathetic mortal girl challenge his claim on what was rightfully his own!

His expression darkened where he sat, on one of the window benches in the abandoned living room, and downed his wine like a shot.

Draco also did not like the thought of Harry trying to get out of his grasp either. He would have to…remind him, of who he belonged to.

It was just as well; he was due for a Feed anyway.

Harry collapsed on the bed with the largest groan of the night, though this one stemmed from the great relief of it being finally over.

Well, over for his friends, he was far too awake now that the moon had risen for him to even attempt to sleep right now.

But at any rate, the crisis, if not averted, had at least been put on hold till the morning.

And that was certainly good enough for him.

He stretched out on the bed, giving a noise of satisfaction as he loosened the cruel kinks he had received courtesy of far too much nervous tension earlier that evening. The feel of the silken sheets against his skin as his shirt rode up was a rather sensual addition as well.

It didn't occur to him just how natural it was to go to Draco's bedroom by default, which somewhere along the way, he had termed as his own as well.

Curling up like a contented cat, Harry just as quickly unfurled himself, when he felt a presence appear on the bed next to him, making the mattress dip slightly.

Still laying flat against the sheets, he tilted his head until he could see Draco above him, even if the vampire did look upside down.

"Draco," groaned Harry, "why?" he asked plaintively.

Draco cocked an eyebrow in amusement, "Why?"

Harry nodded, grabbing onto a nearby pillow, "Yes, why did you have to go and say that, do that, in front of all my friends, before I even had the chance to tell them myself, do you have any idea how embarrassing that was?"

"Well," Draco smirked leaning down, "I just wanted things to be clear for them, and I knew that unless prompted, you certainly wouldn't do it. You're shy like that, aren't you darling?"

Harry groaned in annoyance and swatted at the older vampire, which was unsurprisingly caught by Draco before it had the chance to reach its mark.

Harry wasn't alarmed until he felt his wrist get pinned above his head.

"Dra-?"

His words were cut off as Draco's lips and tongue suddenly covered his mouth.

Harry's resistance to such actions was half hearted at best, and he quickly succumbed, allowing the vampire to have full access to his mouth, and even shifted himself so as to achieve greater contact, letting one hand curl its way to rest on the others lower back, teasing the skin with soft scratches.

Harry couldn't help from gasping slightly as Draco moved to put more of his weight on top of him. As Draco moved to kiss and nip his way down his jaw and then his neck, Harry knew perfectly well what the other wanted.

Hazy memories of past euphoria surfaced and Harry felt his pulse thrum in anticipation, little jolts of pleasure blooming whenever Draco broke through the surface of his skin.

Draco paid particular attention to the area right above the vein, kissing and licking, leaving wet trails wherever he went. It wasn't long until the instinctual urge to bite down became too much and Draco felt the immense satisfaction as his fangs sunk into flesh, blood rushing over his tongue.

From below him, he felt Harry arch in pleasure, accompanied with a cry of delight, hands rising to press Draco even further against his neck, tangled in silken hair.

Draco eventually stopped his drinking, slowly releasing his teeth from Harry, careful to lap up the blood that had spilled over. With a final kiss, Draco gently pulled away to sit up, still straddling the smaller form beneath him.

Harry bit back his whine of disappointment as the vampire moved away, determined not to let Draco know just how much he enjoyed it; the blonde was far too smug about himself as it was.

The slightly amused glint in grey eyes however, told Harry that he hadn't succeeded in hiding it.

Instantly growing annoyed at the self-satisfied look on Draco's face, smirk and all, Harry promptly turned over as quickly and viciously as he could, the action unseating the vampire and sending him tumbling off the bed and onto the floor.

Harry grinned into his pillow as he heard the impact, and the following curses.

A/N:It'd been a while since we had some action, and Harry's actions at the end set some of the tone for the next chapter or two- things shall be a lot more relief for a bit, before we get to my long awaited climax!

And, next chapter, the gang'll start to get suspicious about Harry, and his new 'lover', as well as some more fun stuff, including Severus, Sirius and Remus (you didn't think i'd forgotten them did you?). Well, hope you enjoyed this chapter and if you're feeling particularly lovely today, you could always leave me a review too, it would be very much appreciated!