Draco Malfoy: Heir of Dracula

5 dried Chysantheums

Holy Water

Boomslang Skin

A hair from your own head

And your own blood.

You will find the boy at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He is going to graduate in about two days, and knowing Draco, he will certainly be celebrating. You might want to try the local Muggle clubs in London. You will be able to find him, I'm sure. When you do succeed to awaken the powers in him, please send me a letter soon. Do not fail me Hyacinth. You are my only hope. Good-bye.

Hyacinth dropped the letter on her dresser and sighed. That was all? She thought. No

'I love you' or 'I hope you're missing me as much as I miss you'. And what about this mission?

"I have two days to get to this kid and then I have to find him and convince him to stay with me," she said to herself quietly. How could she manage to do that? Seduction might help. She could see it now, her, walking into a fabulous posh vampire club wearing a black corset and matching skirt, her hair done in elaborate curls...the blonde boy sitting at the bar, his magical aura shining off him. She closed her eyes and shivered slightly. Since when had a boy done that to her? She opened her eyes and raised her hands, clothes and bags beginning to move around. After she had packed a couple of necessary things she began to dress. She put on a short black and white plaid skirt with a lacy black camisole. Walking over to the mirror she wrapped her hands around her straight hair. After she removed her hands, it was crimped. She stared at her reflection, smiling with satisfaction. It showed a short petite pale girl with long black crimped hair wearing torn fishnets and clothes that surely had come from Hot Topic. She bit back a bitter laugh.

"Justin was right." She then moved away and picked up her bag. She blew out her candles and sighed.

"I hope this doesn't end up in one big mess..." And with that she disappeared, along with her baggage, on her way to Knockturn Alley.

*****

"Draco...wait...no, quit it Draco, I'm serious now stop!" Blaise Zabini jumped up from Draco's dormitory bed and began to button up her black cardigan while Draco lay on the bed with an extremely cross expression on his pale face.

"Come on Blaise," he pleaded quietly as she buckled up her Mary Janes. "I know you want to do this, especially since it's practically our last time together in here..." But Blaise wasn't going to be easy, she never was easy, or at least she thought so. She flipped back her silky black hair and stared at Draco with piercing silver eyes.

"Draco Lucius Malfoy," she started. Draco stared back at her with his own pale eyes.

"Oh, so we're on middle name terms are we? Blimey, I must be in trouble." Blaise made a noise of pure frustration, slapping Draco across his face. Her handprint left a mark on his pale flesh, and she was satisfied. Draco made no recognition of it, he just stared at her. This upset Blaise even more. He was supposed to be upset! Not just sitting there as if everything was perfectly normal and nothing was wrong. Draco got up from the bed slowly, his silk red boxers glinting from the sun rays that peaked through the stained glass windows. He leaned against Crabbe's dormitory bedpost, strands of silver hair falling into his gray eyes. Blaise tried not to look at him, but in the end failed. He was beautiful, almost angelic. But a Malfoy, no, never angelic. Possibly a demon created by the beautiful hot flames of Hell. He smirked, his pearly white teeth smooth and clean.

"Blaise," he started out smoothly. He held out a hand to her, which she stared at uneasily. After a couple of tense minutes, Blaise took it, Draco pulling her up from the bed and against him. He could feel her heart beating against his, a rhythmic song pulsing non-stop. Blaise could do nothing else but blink and wonder.

"Draco..." she said slowly. "I'm not going to have sex with you..." Draco raised his eyebrows slowly and pushed Blaise away, causing her to bang into a trunk on the floor.

"Go then!" he exclaimed. Blaise looked at him with hurt and confused eyes, but soon her hurt sparked into anger.

"Fuck you Malfoy!" she spat bitterly. Draco threw up his hands in exasperation.

"Not today apparently!" he said, laughing a little. Blaise bent down and threw a book at him, missing him by an inch. She then stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her. Draco stared at the door, shaking his head. He then slowly moved over to his wardrobe, throwing out clothes on the bed to wear. He picked an expensive gray turtle neck Cashmere sweater with nice black trousers. He dressed smoothly, humming a Muggle song that he had heard. He had liked it, the industrial rock that had blared in his ears while in a Muggle club that past summer. It made him feel exotic and evil and as cheesy as it may have sounded then, it made him feel invincible. He then sat down on the bed, bending down to tie his shoelaces. Suddenly, his door burst open to reveal the red faced Blaise Zabini. He had expected this to happen since it happened every time they had gotten into an argument. Draco makes one rude comment, Blaise gets pissed off, she storms off, comes back, has sex with Malfoy anyway. It was a dull cycle, and Draco wished it would stop. His point was that she should just give it up right then and there, no questions asked. But this time, he didn't feel like going on with the procedure. He had had his fill of Blaise 'I-only-screw-for-you' Zabini. And besides, tomorrow was graduation, and he planned to go back to that Muggle club in London and snog with every whore that submitted themselves to his fallen angelic charms. Although, he didn't approve of associating with Muggles, he could at least have fun without seeing the pesty exes: Blaise, Pansy, and Millicent. Draco shuddered slightly, thinking of the horror that was French kissing Millicent Bulstrode. Blaise, getting annoyed from Draco's ignorance, stormed over to him and stood in front of him, her arms crossed. Draco stared at her wearily, trying to figure out a way on how to dump her without the whole crying situation.

"OK Draco," she said, her voice filled with venom. "Just this one more time, and it's not because I'm easy or sex driven but it's because I love you and hopefully one day we can become spouses and have children, but otherwise I am not just doing this for you!" Eyes dim with disbelief, Draco stared at her. She then started to undress herself, throwing her corduroy skirt and cardigan across the room, and standing there in her undies. Blaise huffed out her chest, showing off her pale cleavage with all the pride that she could muster. Draco glared at her with pure amusement, staring down her body. She did have a beautiful body; with her creamy pale skin, slender figure...very visible ice blue veins. Draco's eyes froze suddenly on a vein that was going across her chest. He didn't know why, but there was something...tempting about that vein. He suddenly felt a strong urge to bite her, but not in a kinky porn way. Slapping himself mentally, he blinked and swallowed hard. He didn't know what was wrong with him, but lately, ever since he had dove into the fascinating world of puberty, and ever since his hormones had fired up like a barbecue grill with too much lighter fluid, he had found himself not only staring at the various colors, sizes and shakes of breasts. Veins had particularly intrigued him. The tubes of life that transported blood to the vital organs. He took his index finger and traced her vein slowly. Blaise grinned, apparently thinking that everything was all right and that they were going to do their usual routine. Draco was in a daze, tracing it up and down, feeling it pump with the red fluid. His eyes had become dark and exotic and hypnotizing, as if he were in some sort of trance. They were still cold and gray, like the crystallness calm of a dark winter night. Blaise then became fidgeting, starting to wonder why Draco was touching her like that. She grabbed his hand, causing him to look at her.

"Why are you touching me like this?" she asked. Draco bit his tongue, not knowing what to say. Then without warning he pushed her away, going to pick up her clothes. He threw them at her and dragged her by the door, taking her slender white arm.

"Wait Draco!" she exclaimed. But Draco had already pushed her out of the door and locked it in her face. He heard her screaming with a shrill voice, but he made no serious recognition of it. Instead he went and lay down on his bed, sweating a little.

"What the hell is happening to me?" he asked himself quietly. As he thought, he drifted off into a deep sleep, and began to have the most peculiar dream. He saw a woman, about twenty or twenty-one, with long black curly hair. She wasn't Blaise, for she had green eyes while Blaise had silver ones. She was beautiful, with her curved lips and slender body. She was wearing an old Victorian dress that was the color of fresh ivory and loose fitting. She held her hands out to him, beckoning him to come.

"Come, son of Dracula..." she said, in a whispery but smooth voice. Draco looked down at himself, discovering that he was covered in blood. He looked back at the woman and with horror he gasped. Her face had contorted terribly, and there was blood all over her body. Her fangs were yellow and covered with the red liquid. Draco tried to move away, but she followed him, saying the same thing over and over again.

"Come, son of Dracula...your kingdom waits..." she said. Draco shook his head and screamed.

"Get away from me!" he yelled, but she still didn't back off. She touched him then, her ugly contorted face closer to his.

"Your time has come," she said. And with that, Draco awoke with a jerk. He looked around hysterically, the room dark and quiet. The clock on the side of him read "7:00". He was late for dinner. He got up from the bed slowly and looked down at himself cautiously. He was not covered with blood and to that he sighed. But he still could not forget that woman's face.

"What does all this mean?" he said while picking up his cloak. He then left the dormitory room quietly, confusion running through his mind...