Bloodthirsty Dragon

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Chapter Five: Logic Is Not Always the First Thing on the Mind
 
Draco woke up the next morning in Pansy’s bed, feeling awfully sick to his stomach. Pansy sat next to him, fully dressed and smirking. “Well,” she said, glancing up and down the covers that hid Draco’s body from view, “it was good for me. What about you?”
 
Draco groaned. Whatever have I gotten myself into? he asked himself.
 
“Well, I hope you did have a good time last night, Draco,” came an angry voice from the next bed.
 
“Lita!” Draco gasped, blushing.
 
“Well, Li-ta,” Pansy sang tauntingly, “looks like I’m with Draco now, as he’s sleeping with me.”
 
“Shut you trap, Pansy,” Lita growled. “How dare you take advantage of Draco like that just to spite me! You’re nothing but a filthy little cowardice tramp!” Lita then turned to Draco, a sad look on her face. “How could you let her take advantage of you like that? Or did you go on your own free will?”
 
“Draco,” Pansy said threateningly. “Are you going to let her talk to me like that?”
 
Draco hid his face in his hand. What am I going to do? How did I ever let this happen? he asked himself. He wanted to side with Lita, she was his best friend, after all, but he didn’t want Pansy to go to Dumbledore.
 
“Draco…” Pansy growled.
 
That’s it! A light bulb clicked on in his mind as the answer rushed to him. It really would be so much easier if I just turned myself in! Dumbledore said he’d send in a professional hunter if I didn’t, so I might as well…
 
“Draco!” Pansy yelled.
 
“Enough!” Draco said, jumping up. “You know, it was stupid that I didn’t figure this out before! And I don’t have to listen to you, bitch,” Draco growled at Pansy, angry with her and himself. “I’m going to Dumbledore on my own.” And with that, he spun around and walked out of the room before either Pansy or Lita could stop him.

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Once in the halls of Hogwarts, Draco nearly ran to Dumbledore’s office. When he finally came to the entrance he mentally cursed himself. He didn’t have the slightest clue what the password was.
 
Draco was about to turn to leave, defeated, when Professor McGonigall and Professor Snape rounded the corner, talking in hushed voices.
 
“Mr. Malfoy!” McGonigall gasped in surprise when she saw him. “Why aren’t you in your common room?”
 
“I need to speak with Professor Dumbledore,” Draco said, hoping that, maybe, one of the professors would open the entrance for him.
 
“What for?” Snape asked, quirking an eyebrow.
 
Draco thought for a second, then said quickly, “It- it’s about the vampire. I know who it is.”
 
“No worries, Mr. Malfoy,” McGonigall said, waving her hand in a dismissive manner. “We’ve got that all taken care of. We are bringing in a hunter tomorrow.”
 
“What!?” Draco asked hoarsely.
 
“A hunter, Mr. Malfoy. They kill vampires.” McGonigall said, surprised at Draco’s behavior. Even she knew he was very bright.
 
“I know that!” Draco said, fighting to stay calm. “But, why so early?”
 
“We don’t want any more accidents,” Snape said, a bit confused.
 
“Oh… but, I- I still need to talk to the Professor,” Draco said, albeit shakily. “He sent me a letter today asking me to return home. He’s… worried about all this vampire business and I need to discuss the matter with Dumbledore.”
 
“McGonigall thought for a moment, then sighed. “Very well, Mr. Malfoy,” she said, stepping in front of the gargoyle. “Honey Stick.”
 
The gargoyle came to life and sprang out of the way. Draco sighed with relief and thanked the professors as he walked off up the stairs.
 
When he reached the large oak front door he froze. Do I really want to do this? He asked himself. *Do you want to end up back in Pansy’s bed?* said a voice in the back of his mind. Draco shook his head. He figured it was a much better idea to turn himself in then sleep with Pansy again. He nodded to himself then knocked on the door.
 
“Come in,” came Dumbledore’s voice. Draco gulped, opened the door and stepped into the large office. “Mr. Malfoy,” Dumbledore said with slight surprise. “What is it?”
 
Draco closed the door behind him. “Have you already sent for the hunter?” he asked quickly.
 
Dumbledore gave him a shocked expression. “No, I haven’t,” he said, confusion slipping into his voice.
 
“Then your offer still stands?” Draco asked, sounding a bit relieved.
 
“What is this all about, Mr. Malfoy?” Dumbledore asked.
 
“I’ve come to turn myself in, Professor,” Draco said, standing up at his full height (which was still awfully short). He gulped. “I- I’m the vampire.”
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