Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter in any way shape or form. I do not claim to own him or anything else that may in fact be the thought of the lovely writer Jo Rowling is, please don't sue me. I do however own all original characters in whole or in part that appear in this story. This story is not HBP compliant, though quite a few things are taken from that book; again I own nothing except for the plot and original characters. Thank you for reading! –Gypsy Jade

Summary: Not fully HBP compliant. Harry starts having strange dreams and they all end the same, with unearthly silver eyes haunting him. Something is going on and for the first time in the last 10 years if not the history of Hogwarts two new teachers grace Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

There, in the sitting room behind the peculiarly dark portrait Harry James Potter tasted a dark promise he wanted to be fulfilled and it tasted like blood wine.

Chapter 15

Masquerade Madness (part 1)

Harry had given in, completely to the new feelings coursing through his body; so disappointment quickly flowed through him when he felt Yamele pulling away. His hands slid down to her waist as his eyes met hers; the swirling he was so accustomed to, had slowed down enough in her eyes that he was once again left speechless by their inhuman beauty. A soft smile coursed her lips and she leaned her forehead against his.

"Really Harry, we probably shouldn't. Well I probably shouldn't, there's so much you've yet to understand..." Harry knew she was right, at least he knew deep down that she was, but at the moment he couldn't have cared less.

"You're half Veela and half vampire; what else is there?" Looking back later Harry would be utterly grateful at what Yamele did next, she got up.

"There's everything. I think, we should go about this intelligently, there's still about half a week before the Masquerade. I'll tell you more about me each day after classes are out. After all, strange things are rumored to be planned for my 20th turning. Now, we should take a breather, after all, much to the dismay of many we can't arrive naked at the Masquerade" Harry laughed at her tone but ceded in sitting on the larger couch and looking through the catalog.

Harry looked through the men's catalog quietly, his mind ablaze with new thoughts and feelings. Yamele was curled up on the chair he had left, the women's catalog in hand, but he had the very distinct feeling she wasn't really all that interested in going to the ball as an Egyptian mummy.

"Yamele... is this why Rosemerta was so unpleasant?" Harry allowed the catalog to drop from his hands onto the couch as he turned his full attention on her. Yamele smiled a bit and tossed the catalog onto her coffee table.

"Yes, how dare a half breed vampire steal the boy who lived" Yamele scoffed and turned her full attention to him.

"She doesn't agree with it, because you're a half breed vampire?" Harry tilted his head as he said this, he had the distinct feeling there was much more to it than just that.

"She and many others don't agree with me being." Yamele took a pause as if considering her words for a moment before resuming her speech.

"The fact that I have no witch or wizard blood in me is the problem Harry. Rosemerta may not be all about the purity of wizard blood, but you'll soon see very few wizards and witches are accepting of those magical beings that are not by any standards like them." She shrugged as the bloody man from before appeared in the portrait over the fireplace.

"Madame, Professor Snape and Mousier Malfoy are outside waiting." With an odd bow he awaited Yamele's response and Harry noted how sunken in and hollow his eyes seemed.

"Thank you Jacon" Harry must have looked slightly alarmed because Yamele laughed a bit messing up his already unruly hair as she stood.

"Relax, Harry. They won't say a word." Harry felt himself nod as he watched her go to the portrait hole to let them in.

"Shouldn't you be in bed Potter?" Harry couldn't help but roll his eyes at Draco's tone.

"Shouldn't you Malfoy?" A raised eyebrow was his only defiance of the blonde boy, who only smirked and sat next to him picking up the discarded catalog.

"Really Yamele, how do you expect Albus to not suspect anything is going on if Potter is in your bedchambers?" Snape's voice threw Harry off for a moment, though really it was the lack of disdain in his tone that Harry was stunned by.

"He's in my living room, not in my "bedchambers". And none of these portraits will alert Albus to Harry being here. You already know Mariska has seen to that." Yamele waved her hand at Snape as she went into the kitchen.

Snape for his part seemed to only be somewhat relieved as he rubbed the bridge of his abnormally large nose. There was tense silence in the living room as the three once rivals took each other in. That's how Yamele found them when she returned a glass of fire whisky in one hand and a butter beer in the other.

"Get over it, you lot." Handing Snape the whisky and Draco the butter beer she sat herself on the floor in front of Harry, leaning back against his legs. Her words seemed to pull them out of their transfixed state.

"So have you finally figured out Yamele's secret Potter?" Draco flipped through the catalog pages slowly, merely raising an eyebrow at him.

"Yeah she's part vampire, next in line to become the head of the Vampire Council." Harry felt Yamele tense slightly and look up at him.

"How'd you learn that?" even upside down she looked tempting.

"It says so in the book Malfoy lent me in the library." Yamele raised an eyebrow and sighed leaning her head back onto Harry's lap.

"I suppose I should be impressed with the fact that at least in VanHouten's class you are doing your homework Potter." Before Harry could retort what he could only place as a low growl was heard from Yamele.

"For the love of...Circe! Will you two stop acting like spoiled children; his name is Harry---Severus." Snape glared at Yamele and Harry heard Draco cough out a sort of choked laugh, one that did not go unnoticed by Snape who glared at the blonde before sulking into the nearest chair to ponder his whisky.

"So what are you going to go as Yamele?" Draco took a drink of his butter beer as he looked through the catalog in his lap. Harry found that his hand had found its way to Yamele's hair, and he felt a weight on his lap as she shifted her head for him to keep playing with her hair.

"I'm not sure...I was thinking of the Fallen Angel costume..." the rest of her sentence was drowned out by a deep purr which startled Harry enough that his hand stilled.

"I wouldn't stop if I were you." Draco nodded amused towards Yamele who had started to pout and was watching Harry through silted eyes; her face was starting to turn red.

"Erm, Yamele are you all right?" Harry ran his fingers through her hair again and her eyes closed, purring was his only reply. Somehow this entire scene, even with Draco and Snape there felt very normal to Harry, a thought that slightly alarmed him. As if feeling his uneasiness, Yamele sat up and stood.

"Yes, I'm sorry. There's still a lot we haven't talked about. And obviously with guests it's impossible. Let me grab a jumper and I'll take you back to Gryffindor tower." Without looking back Yamele walked out of the living room leaving the three on there own.

"You are one lucky wizard...Harry" Snape seemed resigned and pained to use Harry's name and for his part Harry was simply surprised.

"Undoubtedly lucky" Draco nodded his consent and for the second time in his life, Harry stood with the blonde boy before him offering his hand.

"Don't hex me." Harry smirked taking the blonde boy's hand, and Draco laughed a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.
"Don't break her heart and I won't have to" Harry shook his head as Yamele came back into the living room.

"Hell must be freezing over somewhere" Yamele shook her head but smiled at them and Snape just shivered.

"Undoubtedly...disturbing" Snape sipped his whisky and went back to brooding. Rolling her eyes Yamele leaned over and did something no one would ever believe, she messed up Snape's hair. In response Snape turned every color between purple and red imaginable.

"Come on Harry" throwing her hair back Yamele headed out of her living space and into the corridor. Not really wanting to chance Snape deciding to hex him Harry said his goodnights and followed his lovely obsession with only one question at the forefront of his mind.

"Yamele?" grabbing her hand Harry stopped her and pulled her a bit closer in the cold corridor, not that with their proximity he'd notice the drop in temperature in the stone passageway.

"Yes?" Not that his life was ever easy but this was all confusing even for the Boy Who Lived.

"Where does this leave us?" Harry rested his hand on her waist as she stood closer to him and smiled at him softly.

"It leaves us completely entangled in something half forbidden." Yamele rested her hand on his cheek and Harry couldn't help but shiver at her touch.

"So you're sort of my girlfriend?" Harry watched as a peculiar blush crept up Yamele's cheeks and a bright gleam surface in her eyes.

"If you'd like...to think of me that way; but remember in class...I'm still your teacher." Her soft laugh made his heart seem to pump faster at hearing those words and his body as a whole took on a different warmth.

"Darn, I'll still have to turn in my assignments then?" Harry laughed as she gently pushed him and continued down the corridor towards the staircase. Harry followed Yamele back towards Gryffindor tower.

A/n: Sorry about the delay and short chapter my loves but it's been hectic times. Happy Holidays, I'll get the second part of this up soon...within the next few weeks.

Love Jade