Thank you for reading! I was so busy but I manged to squeeze an hour to write, it could go much better if someone commented,

there is nothing more inspiring then that. next chapter contains slash. this is part 1... it all seems better in my head oh well..

the change:part 1

Do I deserve hurting so much? Seriously waking up is not very pleasant.

First the creeping awareness of my body, lying on something soft. The light is to strong even through closed eyelids.

Somehow I made it back yesterday, creeping back to Gryffndor tower proved easy enough for me and Draco;were both used to getting out of trouble…getting through the day on the other hand proved much harder.

I felt like I was a walking Boggart. Hermione and Ron kept glancing worriedly at me. Fred and George winked at me at breakfast-both looked almost as bad.

Let me tell you about dreams: waking up sucks. And that night has been a most unbelievable one.

I had to pretend to wake up when everyone else did though I hadn't slept much,The person who looked back at me in the bathroom mirror resembled a bad transfiguration between a troll and a mouse

Gods I didn't know I was so vain, just shows I should stay away from Draco Malfoy and his pure blooded influence.

Potions:

Pushed by fellow student's elbows I still ended up in my usual place. And Ron on my side was making his usual frustrated remarks,his cheeks flushed with it;Frustration,like the one I was feeling right now.

That crazy beast that was growling inside as I watched a very well smoothed Draco Malfoy, make a smooth way to his sit. Not one glance, not one word- nothing. I was beginning to think I was going mad.

Hermione (god bless her) was riding the frustrated vibe trying to get the potion as perfect as mine were coming out lately. I sighed and got on with it,Its time Harry, I could almost hear the whisper coming loose in my mind,It was time indeed.

I skipped lunch,and headed to the Owlery instead. Jumping up the stairs until I reached the wood covered walls, and its resident owls. 'Hello lovely' I whispered at Hedwig. She scooted over as I handed her a treat, the white feathers tousled as if she has been fighting.

"Had a hard night? That makes two of us..." I sat on the wooden railing, dangling my legs and exhaling air clouds of tension.

Eventually,I tied the letter to Hedwig's leg ,this was one of my worst ideas.

But I had to do it.

I made my way down and through the corridors with everyone else.

'Harry where were you? You missed lunch" Hermione was nervously clutching at the fabric of her robe.

"I had to go send a letter, sorry should have told you about it" she frowned' "wie will be late for charms" so we hurried our steps. 'So where were you last night?' I gave her a blank look,"mmm..I was Sleeping".

Hermione smiled,Sometimes I forgot her clever nature had its own kind of slyness;she was inhumanely perceptive. "Because of what you did the night before?' we breathed heavy as we walked up the stairs.

"Yes, Hermione if you must know I was out with Fred and George" She nodded seriously "I know".

At my inquiring look she blushed looking away "you looked well.. 'Hung over?" I helped. Sighing "yes, and really Harry this isn't funny, you should be focusing on classes" thankfully we finally reached our classroom.

Us much as I knew she was right, the guilt just didn't come, other things just seemed more important. And somehow professor Trilloney wasn't helping to convince me I was wrong.

And if that wasn't enough a certain someone is making me feel rather delusional. Draco had a real talent,when it came to masking his emotions. His face could easily be turned into a stone cold mask of indifference.

I used to think this tactic of his was simply his cold personality. I don't remember when was the first time I realized it was indeed a mask.

And one he used with everybody and everything.

The only times I saw him it slip over the years was during Quidich games, where his expression morphed into that of a divine thrill bordering on ecstasy.

And yet I was starting to wonder, if this was a weakness of his, how it kept him isolated from himself and others as well.

I wasn't as good as him at concealing my emotions. But I definitely was aware of what my true feeling were. Right now Draco was sitting at the slytherin table, it was lunch and the ceiling showed the stormy weather that ensued outside.

He still looked pale and worn, but his posture spoke of tensions eased. And he had that glint in his eye, the glint of satisfied pleasures, like Fred had.

I scanned the table. And noticed Blaze Zabini looked the most probable partner in crime, for he looked flushed with a most wonderful afterglow.

I turned back to my plate, and spent the rest of the meal pretending I had nothing on my mind but homework and teachers and the latest gossip.

Inside I felt something break…

Dimitri Nochnoy was a vampire.

Shunned by respectable society, he drifted by night, in cold cities and frozen river shores.

Sometimes coming back to his senses. He would get dressed and go out a bit.

But more frequently then not he spend his nights hunting the living mortals, the ones that had the loudest heartbeat and the sweetest blood in their veins.

Vampires were rather rare creatures, if anyone ever lived to tell the story of encountering one. Then he was probably a wizard. Sometimes Dima got tired of drifting around in cold places. But Dima wasn't that desperate as to sign the blood contract, though some vampires got miserable enough to reach that point.

The contract made sure a vampire could never harm another human, so he had to survive on animal blood and expensive potions. In return he could live among wizards without being staked.

But the saddest thing thought Dima,was loosing the fun of being a vampire. the freedom to be the beast inside.
No chase no hunting or tricking innocents to approach close enough to be bitten… a pure hell.
And today Dimitri was going out too finally meet his clever employer. Who has been sending him letters all summer.

Curious very curious, but what that silly human hadn't planned on,very very hungry.

I was shivering, as I made my way through the empty school corridors. I had the invisibility cloak on, but nothing particularly warm underneath.

I had been preparing for this for a month now, writing letters to a vampire wasn't the best of ideas to begin with, and yet what could I do?

No one else seemed to be ready to share the kind of information I needed.

And I was tired of being so helpless, they may not know it yet but I wasn't a child any longer, and until I was ready to disclose that little fact I had to find my own ways…
And who better then someone that isn't part of Wizarding society? An outcast that had all the information I needed.

A vampire was the best choice: for he rarely socialized with others so I could trust him to be discreet or even unaware of who I was (though I doubt even vampires are that cut away from society…sure is my luck to be famous.)

Vampires also tended to live long enough to acquire many unknown spells and books.
so I started by blackmailing him. The way that it is with predators- you have to show them you have the upper hand for them to respect you.

If vampires could belong to a house that had to be Slytherin. No other house held their natural cunning ability.

My main and only advantage is my deceiving looks;I was a Gryffindor, but I wasn't planning to behave like one.

And tonight was a risk I had to take…well maybe a bit of a Gryffindor after all,I smiled.