Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all characters, places et al. are owned by J.K. Rowling. Also Twilight and all characters places et al. are owned by Stephenie Meyer

A/N: I hope it is enjoyable so far, and not too many unexplainable events ;)

Chaper 6: First Sniff

Edward leaned back in his chair and watched the new guy, Draco as he now knew, make fun of the highly annoying Jessica. Mike had joined in, and he was amused to see Jessica's face turn an interesting shade of puce.

It was now the second day that he and the rest of the family started observing Draco. And Edward had to admit he started to like the guy – at least he gave him something far more interesting to do than to just listen to the students getting all overexcited that next week another new student would arrive. Isabella Swan. A simple name, and still some, like Jessica already started to think soul-rippingly boring thoughts about her. Would she like me? Look better than me? Does she have a boyfriend?

But that Draco, he was a fascinating subject to study. He did try to do it obliquely, since he didn't want to give anything away. His thoughts were a mystery to him, still. As much as he hated it to admit, he grew too reliant on his abilities when it came down to people. It was just so easy to say what they want to hear, never be surprised, being ahead of them. This mind... He got the stray thought, weird words without meaning to him. Vampire he heard more often, but without context it was hard to know if it was a danger or not. But what was Hogwarts? Never heard of Muggle, either. All quite weird.

But he still could use his eyes and other senses. Draco was good-looking, and he knew it. In the three days he's been at school so far, he never saw him look scruffy or dishevelled. Fingernails manicured, every hair perfectly in place. He knew how to dress, too. He always wore clothes that enhanced his looks without appearing to try. From what Rosalie said, he also wore quite expensive stuff, only the best. So he must have some money, too. Which begs the question what he would do here in Forks of all places, being more at home in some upper-class club than the drab school.

But that was just physical. Mentally, it seemed to be a different matter, entirely. Edward was confused. One moment, he seemed to be a generally likeable, friendly guy laughing with the others, enjoying himself, then suddenly he would tear someone's head off for daring to speak to him. Filthy Muggle, he had muttered under his breath several times now, whatever that meant, but it clearly was very demeaning.

He was oscillating between these two extremes a lot. It was as if two forces within him were fighting for control, which would fit with what Jasper had said. From what he could feel, he told Edward, Draco is emotionally torn, in pain.

But the humans were mostly ignoring these mood swings, it seemed. Either because they liked their shiny new toy, or didn't care. Or, as in case of more than one girl – and at least some guys – they had the hots for him. Which was a good thing in case of Jessica, so she had something to keep her little mind occupied.

What amazed him was how quickly Draco had managed to find his place in the group. He had a already made a nice position in the food chain of the school, always knowing who to be nice to and who to rip apart. Like a fish in water...

Though the most intriguing thing was Peter Mills. Their first encounter had been the topic. After that, it seems that Mills had a huge streak of bad luck. Yesterday, his car had burst into flames all of a sudden, and this morning he had to leave school after he suddenly started puking non-stop. And mysteriously, Draco had been always there, smiling a very thin smile, almost like a shark... He wasn't sure, but Edward had thought he saw Draco put away a little twig in his pockets just before the car burst to flames.

All that made it a very fascinating use of his time.

Draco hid an annoyed sigh. Jessica was again trying oh so subtle to get him to make a move on her. Not that he had the slightest intention to do just that. When he didn't react as she wished, she started talking about that new girl next week. It was all she seemed to be interested in at the moment. But Draco had come to expect nothing more than hot air from her.

He was lucky to join Mike and Tyler in a discussion about some Muggle sport. Baseball, Football? Something with balls, at least. He only started to get a clue about it, but it was fun. Not as much as Quidditch, but better than nothing. They had invited him for a game on the weekend, and he had said yes. Must read up on the rules, Draco thought. Not to make a fool of me...

From the corners of his eyes Draco again saw Edward Cullen looking at him. It felt like the whole family was observing him for two days flat now. Somehow, it was extremely unnerving. Why don't they just talk to me? Draco was getting a bit sick of it. But you could just go to them and say 'hi', the back of his mind chided himself. But you don't want to risk meeting Jasper, don't you?

It was on his way home, something weird had happened with the Cullens. They were standing around their cars, deep in talk among themselves, oblivious to him and the other students. He turned away from them and continued talking with Tyler. He was nice enough to drive him home, so he didn't have to take that stupid bus. He sighed. I should ask Martha tonight about how to learn to drive these cars...

A loud cracking noise made his head whip around just in time to see Emmett and Edward Cullen struggle with Jasper, pinned to a wall. He looked for a second more, and when he felt safe, he let go of his wand in the pocket, breathed deeply, and continued walking. After some seconds more, the other students also went on with their activities. Who knows what that was all about, he mused.

Jasper listened as Edward had told them what little he had found out about this Draco that day. The others shared their findings. So far, apart from being not quite like the other humans, he didn't seem to know more than he would let on about vampires. At least he didn't react to them like someone would who knows. He still thought they should kill him, but he didn't tell anyone. Maybe Carlisle is right, Jasper thought, and it is the beast in me speaking. I can feel the hunger burning in my veins...
"He could be a good actor," Rose threw in. "He doesn't fit in, here, with the other humans. Almost like he's not used to it here."
"He's right," Alice agreed. "Sometimes he doesn't have a clue what these humans talk about. Completely out of context for him, as if he grew up under a rock or something."

A slight breeze blew from the car park in their direction. He smelled the students, their blood luring him, so warm... Suddenly it hit him like a brick, a punch right into his face with a sledge hammer. He smelt him for the first time and it felt so pure, so powerful, he needed to have it. Now!

"Should we-" Edward started to talk but then he first felt a slight breeze touch his face, and suddenly all hell broke loose. It happened in a split second. Jasper's head was twisting around, focusing on this Draco, and he pounced. At least he started to. Edward used his superior speed to grab him at the arm and throw him back, Emmett reacted slower, as usual, but just as decidedly and both punched Jasper into the wall behind them, straining to hold Jasper back, who was lost in some blood craze, not thinking clearly. His thoughts were...ugly, Edward shuddered.
"We need to get him away," Edward said through clenched teeth, "quickly!"

Alice stepped closer and put her hands on Jasper's strained face. "Please, Jazz," she pleaded. "Remember what I taught you. Fight it, I know you can!"

It did seem to help a bit, as Jasper was struggling less, but it was only over as Draco had left the car park in Tyler's van.

Emmett and Edward put Jasper into Emmett's car and quickly drove back home, all of them looking shocked.