Alright, so I really don't like the title for this chapter, so if anyone has any better ideas let me know!

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Draco swirled his brandy around in its glass. For him, it always took the edge off, especially at times of great stress. Like now.

Now, for instance, Draco was sitting in his darkened quarters while Aurors questioned him. –What right did they have to question him? The assholes. He was probably the only one capable of stopping this madman from striking again, from sentencing more students to his horribly prejudiced life. –Assholes. The Aurors just being here presents another challenge to this maniac – some sweet, beautiful challenge to overcome.

It was something Draco understood and remembered very well. Yes, he had been very much like this vampire at one time, but with one very different aspect. Draco had taken lives, yes, but to actually turn a child into a monster like him? That was unforgivable, a line Draco could not cross. He couldn't comprehend the motives behind it. –Why a child? It doesn't make sense… If he's building a coven, turning a child doesn't make sense. And it can't be for revenge because Liam's parents are Muggles. Nothing about this situation makes sense. Even though he had fed only hours before, Draco was thoroughly pissed off.

And even though he had no idea how to go about it, Draco knew that he was the only one capable of destroying this vampire and helping Liam.

He sighed.

Of course, defeating this vampire would only lead to the task of finding Hermione's sire and killing him as well. And then he would be alone.

Again.

Forever.

He really wished he could keep her.

He took a long sip of his brandy and focused his attention on the Aurors sitting across from him. "… blood sample to eliminate you as a suspect."

He choked on his brandy in an attempt to stifle his laughter. "Seriously?" They did not looked amused. "That won't do anything in eliminating me, or Miss Granger for that matter. There is no trace of the sire's blood left his the victim after the transformation has occurred. Even if I did change Liam, which I didn't, you would never be able to tell from my blood."

The female Auror in the group looked up from taking notes. "Well, is there a way to tell the sire of a vampire? And how can you be sure about the blood? For all we know, Mr. Malfoy, you could be lying."

He gritted his teeth. "I'm not lying. And much of the knowledge I have I've learned from my own kind. And, no, there is no way to tell who the sire is; there is a small possibility that their Powers may be similar, but it's not a guarantee."

The woman let out a small harrumph and set about looking through his belongings with the rest of her team. Two Aurors, who Draco recognized as Harry Potter and Ron Weasley, made their way over to him. After hearing Hermione's story, Draco was furious with Weasley and happy to ignore him for however long the man stayed. Potter on the other hand, Draco would tolerate, if only since he had helped Hermione through her transformation.

Weasley looked thoroughly smug as the two men reached Draco's chair. Probably thinking of the many raids his father performed on the Manor. Too bad he never found anything. Bet he would have loved to find me in my coffin… Would have tasted disgusting for me, but it would have taught that freckled freak to respect his betters- something Lucius wasn't able to teach him. Obviously it's something this one needs to learn.

"Hello parasite," Weasley sneered. "Looks like you finally messed up. Sucks for the kid, but I'm going to enjoy staking you."

"Ron…"

"No, no Potter, let him continue. It seems like great fun for him to ramble on about things he doesn't know. Funny how the disgusting blood traitor thinks he's better than me," Draco drawled. "I wonder, does he think he's better than his former fiancée? I mean, he must think that with the way he left her. Now, how much money did it take for that pitiful family of his to pay off the Daily Prophet to keep everything a secret? Strange, since that's what must have happened since not many people are aware of Hermione's transformation, or that she used to be engaged to Weasley here. I wonder how few Galleons of the Malfoy fortune it would take for them to be interested enough to run a story – a story about what a coward he is. Why, no one wants a cowardly Auror, do they? I wonder…" He finished his glass with the end of his speech and watched while Weasley sputtered.

Harry took Ron and shoved him towards the rest of the Aurors before he faced Draco. "That was unnecessary."

Draco just shrugged nonchalantly.

"I paid them." Draco looked at Harry, who was stone-faced. "I paid them so that Skeeter would leave Hermione alone. It wasn't for Ron; it was for her. After he left…" Harry shook his head. "I couldn't let her be a piece of meat for the media. Not again. Not now. She's had enough of that."

Draco sat in stunned silence.

"Alright Malfoy, let's hear your story. I want full details about how you found the body if we're going to catch this guy."

He groaned. "Potter, look, I've already told the Headmistress and I'd really like to not get in it again. I've got to tend to Liam again soon and I'd like it if you lot were out of my quarters by then."

"I understand, but we need to make sure everyone's stories match. So, please begin."

He hissed, something that he must have picked up from Hermione. Great, I'm acting like a newborn again. Wonderful. "Alright. Hermione and I parted at one of the islands. I flew to Hogsmeade to find someone to eat." Harry shuddered. "Hey, you asked what I did. So, I found a drunk witch coming from the Hogshead and took her to an abandoned alleyway. I compelled her into being… agreeable and drank. Perfectly legal, since I didn't drain her dry. She went home in a happy daze and I flew back to meet Hermione. I beat her back to the island; she arrived a few minutes later. We flew to the bank and walked from there."

Harry interrupted him. "Wait- you flew? How did you fly? Hermione doesn't fly; she hates flying."

Draco snorted, something very unbecoming of him. "She does now Potter. You should talk to her- I don't want to ruin the surprise." He didn't seem to believe him, so Draco continued. "While we were walking, I noticed Liam lying at the bottom of one of the towers. I ran to him, felt his Power forming, saw the sun rising behind me, and ran him to the Hospital Wing so that he didn't burn to death. Pomfrey, McGonagall, and Hermione all met me there. I explained to Liam what had happened, while McGonagall and Pomfrey were contacting you. Is there anything else you'd like to know?"

Potter checked over his notes and shook his head. "Other than how Hermione flew, no. We'll leave your quarters and let you get to the boy now."

Draco smirked. "Hear that Weasley? Looks like big, bad Malfoy gets off again, now please put down my journal, since no one knows where your disgusting hands have been."

The man in question blushed a deep, unattractive red, while his coworkers had a laugh on his expense. While he probably thought Draco had been satisfied, he could not possibly further from the truth. Draco would not stop until he saw that Ronald Weasley paid for his indiscretion against Hermione.

"Oi, Malfoy, there was one more thing…"

He was already beginning to tire of Hermione's friend. "Yes?"

"McGonagall said something about you being able to cure this vampirism; is there any truth to that?"

"Yes."

Harry waited. "And…?"

"And, I have to find and kill his sire. Then, if he hasn't bitten a human, he is reverted into a human once more."

"Oi, why can't he bite anyone?" Weasley demanded.

"A vampire loses his humanity with his first puncture of human flesh. So, if a vampire never bites a human then he never loses his humanity. For all intents and purposes, he is still a human. Killing his sire, is how a vampire severs ties with the bestial part of himself."

"So, if you never lose your humanity and you sever ties to the vampire part of yourself, you can become human again?" Harry whispered. Draco nodded. "Shit."

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