My sincerest apologies dearies, on my delay in posting. -.- We had a 4 day wekend and i went to the fair so i was SUPER busy :} anyway i hope you like this new chapter, I think its a bit longer than the other ones, srry if these are inconsistent and all but...im like that...so ya srry :D anyways read+review plz!
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-Sampster and Carlsbad-
Phase 3-Temper Tantrums, Fluent Latin, and Golden Eyes:
Draco wove in and out of consciousness, his body showing next to no outward or internal signs of stress. His mother fretted over him while his father sat and watched in a rather cold manner as his heir lay unconscious. The doctor from St. Mungo's had come and gone, leaving with a sample of Draco's blood. It was still being processed. Hermione poured over books, having noticed the absence of Draco and figuring it had to do with his strange behavior; she had yet to come up with an actual result but continued trying, always being one for a challenge. Harry worried about Draco, but only on the inside. On the outside he partook in Ron's rejoicing of his absence half-heartedly. Ron didn't notice.
Draco caught snippets of conversation in his moments of wakefulness, "…muscle spasms and cramps, dilated pupils…" "..abnormally fast heartbeat…" "…sweetheart wake up…" "…shows he's perfectly healthy, just unwilling to wake up…" "…taken a blood sample. It's expected in 2 days at the most…" "…we love you. Please wake up dragon…" On the 5th day at 4:59 am on the dot Draco shot up in the bed. His eyes glowed a dark gold and he could see everything perfectly, even with the lack of light. No more than two minutes and Pomfrey was in the room in a nightgown.
She gasped and rushed over. Draco's feral mind warned him and he snarled, his lips pulling back from his teeth as he bared them, unconscious to the ripping of his gums. Pomfrey came to an abrupt stop and looked at him, fear evident in her eyes.
She held out her hands. "I am not going to hurt you Draco. Please calm down." Draco came back to himself and slowly his eyes returned to their normal gray, so he could no longer see more than Pomfrey's plump outline. Pomfrey gave a soft sigh of relief and approached slowly, her hands still up, "I am going to check your vitals, I will not hurt you." Draco nodded, stunned at his earlier actions. Pomfrey did the check quickly and started asking him questions, but Draco felt fine, he thought it was stupid. When Pomfrey told him about his 4 day coma he blanched and hissed in outrage and anger. His blood boiled.
"I've missed so many classes!" he exclaimed, giving a start at his voice, deep and hypnotizing. Pomfrey seemed momentarily dazed before shaking herself and looking at Draco oddly.
"Mr. Malfoy, what did you just say?" she said her brow furrowed
Draco glared at her. "I said, I've missed so many classes! Honestly, how incompetent are you?!" Madame Pomfrey gaped.
When she finally got around to closing her mouth, her eyes were alight with astonishment. "Mr. Malfoy! I didn't know you spoke Latin!" she exclaimed. Draco blinked, his anger still prominent. He hadn't a clue what she was talking about at the moment and opened his mouth to reply.
What came out was, "Quid vos de quo loquitur?" Draco blinked, his anger dissolving into confusion. "What the…?" he said in perfect English. Madame Pomfrey blinked, now thoroughly confused as well.
"Mr. Malfoy, surely you were aware you were speaking Latin?" Pomfrey questioned as Draco just shook his head, unable to answer, confused as to where the burst of fluent Latin had come from. It was not a language he was taught when he was younger.
He brought himself out of his thoughts and looked to Pomfrey. "What happened?" he asked.
She jumped, obviously startled. "Well, uh, you see you had some kind of…seizure, per say. You were having severe muscle cramping, and your pupils were unnaturally dilated. Your gums showed sign of trauma, which we haven't found a cause for yet. It seems that at the moment your body has calmed, except for a slightly fast heartbeat. You were unconscious for 4 days, and Mr. Zabini, Mrs. Parkinson, Mr. Goyle, Mr. Crabbe, as well as your parents and your godfather came to visit. You were unresponsive to any spells or potions to wake you. I had a doctor from St. Mungo's come and take a blood sample; his results should be back by today, tomorrow morning at the most." Draco nodded. "Now, Mr. Malfoy, can you remember anything about that day?"
Draco pondering it, remembering and reliving everything; he shivered. "My muscles kept tensing and they started cramping. I was in a lot of pain…My eyes also kept going in and out of focus, one minute I could see everything perfectly, the next I couldn't see anything but fuzz. My gums were hurting really bad and I could feel them…tearing…I also had a horrible headache. My body kept getting really cold and then I would start burning…" Draco shivered, "Just now, I could see everything perfectly, even though it's dark," he frowned, finally taking note of the aching in his gums. "My gums really hurt, too…" Draco's tongue snaked towards them and he winced as it came in contact with sharp points. "There is something sharp there…" Madame Pomfrey murmured a quick lumos; the lamp by his bed providing insufficient light.
"Can you open your mouth, Mr. Malfoy?" she asked, grabbing his chin. He obliged and her eyes narrowed, searching. "I don't see anything, are you sure there is something there?"
Draco let his tongue rest on where the sharp points had been and couldn't feel them, just the normal dull edges of his strait teeth. "I don't feel anything!" he said, once again confused. Madame Pomfrey wrote something down on a piece of paper. "There is severe gum trauma here though. I will give you a potion, hold on." Pomfrey bustled around. Finding the potion she was searching for, she handed it to him. "Hold this in your mouth, near your gums, for 5 seconds. They should heal right up!" she said. Draco took the bile flavored potion into his mouth, grimacing. He held it in his mouth for five seconds before spitting it out and demanding a glass of water.
Pomfrey obliged. "I am going to contact your parents, Mr. Malfoy." Draco nodded and lay back on his pillows.
Eventually his parents came and spoke with him; his mom was cooing and giving him warm smiles, while his father said next to nothing. Dumbledore came and talked to him, as well as his friends and his godfather. He was discharged later that day at around 3 o'clock. He was walking to his rooms alone when he came upon the Golden Trio. They seemed surprised to see him; he tried to push past them but was stopped by Ron's words.
"Where are you going Malfoy? Where have you been?" Ron asked, his tone snide.
Draco glared. "It's none of your business where I am, Weasel," he said coldly.
Ron sneered. "I bet you were off with Daddy, trying to reform the death-eaters so you could start murdering and destroying the lives of innocent people." At these words Harry and Hermione winced, that was too far.
Draco's rage bubbled in his sternum, threatening to spill over. He kept himself in check. He tried once again to walk away, stopping again at Ron's words, the rage finally bubbling over.
"What, no harsh or biting retorts? Finally realized we got you beat?" he taunted. Draco ground his teeth together and spun around.
"You won't ever beat me weasel. You may have Granger and Golden Boy, but I'm still better than all of you, you especially you piece of scum!" His anger was rising and gold was starting to thread its way through his eyes. Ron's eyes flared and his right fist whipped out. Draco stepped away, his movements fluid. Ron stumbled and his nostrils flared; anger evident.
Hermione stepped forward. "Ron…" she warned. He paid her no mind, only focused on Draco's smug face. With a glare he swung at Draco again, once again resulting in a stumble as Draco stepped out of range.
Ron glared. "You're a stupid coward, Malfoy! You won't even fight me! What, afraid I might break your perfect face? I bet Daddy would disown you for that! Then what would you do with your death-eater self?" he taunted. Draco's eyes flashed gold and he snarled, his gums ripping. He grabbed Ron by the red and gold Gryffindor tie and brought his face closer. Ron eyes widened at the sharp canines an inch from his face as well as the imposing gold eyes boring into his; when Draco spoke, his voice was deep and hypnotic, "Non percuties Stultum me retenta Mustelam!(You couldn't beat me if I was tied up, you stupid Weasel!)" Draco threw him away from him and turned at the sound of pounding footsteps, unaware of Hermione and Harry's stunned faces. A faint voice shouted, "Mr. Malfoy!"
Madame Pomfrey came around the corner, wobbling on her heels. She was panting as Draco calmly said, "Etiam Madame Pomfrey? (Yes Madame Pomfrey?)"
Her eyes filled with panic, "The doctor from St. Mungo's! He has results, and I fear that this is grave news Mr. Malfoy. Please! Come with me." She motioned him to follow, briefly stopping to speak to the Golden Trio. "You had best get back to your dorms if you know what is best for you," she whispered. Their eyes widened, darting to Draco and his strange eyes and prominent teeth, as he snarled at them. They nodded and jogged off, leaving Madame Pomfrey and Draco to walk to the infirmary.
When Draco got there he saw his mother sitting in a cheap hospital chair, a blank look dominating her face, her vacant gaze fixated on a crack in the opposite wall. A short, bespectacled man with graying hair was patting her back awkwardly, trying to provide comfort. Lucius looked outraged, talking quite heatedly to, who Draco supposed, was the Doctor from St. Mungo's.
Draco's anger increased 10-fold and he stomped up to the Doctor whom his father was facing, "Quid est hoc! Matri: Quid fecisti! (What is the meaning of this?! What have you done to my mother?!)" The Doctor, as well as his father, looked stunned, "Bene, quaeris? (Well?")"
The Doctor cleared his throat. "Boomer!" he called to the short, old man. The man couldn't get over quick enough. "Draco Malfoy," the doctor said, "I would like you to meet Remer Boomer. Lead Vampirologist at the Kalefrae Research Institute." The man's fear was evident as he took Draco in. Draco burned on the inside; he had a very bad feeling about this.
He knew why this man was here but he still asked, "And why, pray tell, are you here?" he said, controlling his voice and forcing the foreign English out onto his tongue, his voice still deep. His eyes burned brighter.
The man fumbled, finally forcing out, "Your blood is infected. Somehow a dangerous strain of vampirick blood got into your blood stream. It was a synthetic sample created for testing. It has managed to alter your DNA. I am here to help you understand your new-found heritage." Draco stared blankly at the man, his words slowly churning in his mind. It all started to click into place, pieces of the story, slowly, coming into focus. Draco sat heavily on the closest bed, his hand dragging from his hair to his face.
When he spoke his voice was quiet and emotionless, exposing the shock he felt. "I'm a vampire?"
The doctor from St. Mungo's and the Vampirologist exchanged glances, their faces etched with fear and sorrow. "I am terribly sorry, but, yes, you are."
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