Draco Malfoy: Heir of Dracula

Draco Malfoy: Heir of Dracula by Monica Malfoy

This chapter is dedicated to the Queen of the Damned soundtrack and The Deftones' CD 'White Pony'. Without those CDs I would have no inspiration. And also to the guy at the movies who lets me go free into Harry Potter every now and then. I told you that I'd mention you!

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"You fell away, what more can I say? The feeling's evolved, I won't let it out. I can't replace, your screaming face. Feeling the sickness inside..."- 'The Vampire Lestat' "System"

Chapter 3-Dreams, Graduation, Blood Sisters...and Ginny.

Hyacinth's mouth dropped, all words gone from her throat. The man, he looked just like the heir! But he couldn't be, he was much older, and his hair was longer. The resemblance however, was frighteningly uncanny. As Hyacinth gaped at Lucius, the bartender began to wave his hands.

"Meester Malfoy! Come haff a drink!" he exclaimed. Lucius smirked and strode over, his black cloak swishing dramatically behind him. Hyacinth quickly turned around, becoming particularly intrigued with her bloody drink. She felt Lucius slide into the leather seat next to her, his cold aura radiating off of him.

"Give me the usual Hans," Lucius said, his arrogant drawl drifting amongst the loud music. Hans nodded and quickly began to concoct one of Les Vampires' famous drinks. As Hans was busy adding liquids together, Lucius began to take notice to Hyacinth, who had her head low and was quiet. Feeling his cold gray eyes on her, she began to shift in her seat, looking up and smiling politely. What was wrong with her? Usually, when a guy sat next to her, she would be the first to ask him questions and ask him if he wanted to go back to the Knockturn Alley motel. But this guy, he had something terribly powerful about himself. He made her sweat, which was odd. She hadn't perspired ever since she was a teenager. Nervously flipping her hair, she grinned and took a sip of her drink. Lucius smirked back and took the drink from Hans, who had just finished it. It was smoking and green, and terribly potent. Drink one too many of those and you would find yourself out for weeks. Lucius took a drink and turned his attention back to Hyacinth.

"So," he began smoothly. "Peculiar weather we've been having. Hard to believe that it's June and it's chilly out." Hyacinth rolled her eyes, Lucius not seeing. What kind of cheesy guy starts a pick up line about weather? What was next? She wondered. 'How bout dem Packers'? Hyacinth snorted quietly, trying to refrain herself from bursting out laughing. Instead, she flipped her hair again sending the silky black strands everywhere.

"It's not peculiar. It's always cold in Knockturn Alley," she said. Lucius nodded and stirred his drink with a small, fake bone.

"True. It is always cold and dark in this place. All the merrier for a vampiress like yourself?" That was it. She had to get out of there. She half expected him to say something like 'Hey baby, your pants are shining so brightly I can see myself in 'em'. She swallowed an extreme hysteric and got up from her seat. Lucius looked as if he would protest, but she didn't care. She couldn't take the cheese and the uneven dialogue of the conversation any longer.

"Yes well. I have to get going now. It was nice talking to you Mr. Malfoy," she said quickly, getting too uncomfortable with him. 'What the hell is wrong with you Hyacinth?' she thought. Lucius raised an eyebrow and smirked. He looked to be a little upset from the way she had blew him off. But he didn't say anything rude. He just kept smirking and stared at her. Hyacinth didn't like the way he was staring at her. It made her feel uneasy, which was strange indeed. No one had ever made her feel this way, except for Master and a couple of other people who she had no contact with any longer. She began to turn and walk away but Lucius then spoke.

"My dear," he began. Hyacinth turned around, her green eyes alit. "Please call me Lucius," he finished smoothly. He then stood up and took her hand, which was cold as death. "May I ask your name?" Hyacinth blinked. Should she give him a fake name? Or should she just give him her true name? She shrugged mentally and grinned.

"It's Hyacinth. Hyacinth Michaels," she replied sweetly. Lucius nodded and kissed her hand, his cold hard lips pressing against her frozen skin. He then regained his composure and bowed.

"Until next time Hyacinth." Hyacinth nodded slowly, backing out of the club. She left quickly, going out onto the crowded street and breathing hard. She had no clue what had happened to her back there. What was it about that man? She brushed her hair out of her face and began to walk back to the motel, deep in thought.

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Draco lay in bed, his gray eyes reflecting the moonlight from the stained windows. He didn't want to admit it, but he was frightened to fall into slumber. Yes, of course his father would have ridiculed him for his foolishness, but the dream that he had endured earlier seemed...odd. Not that anything in the wizarding world was odd, but this wasn't part of the wizarding world. It was part of the undead world, the Vampires of Dracula. Of course, Dracula had bred his own family. Draco had read about it in one of his father's books back home. He remembered briefly about sitting in his father's study chair while Lucius was out running errands. If Lucius had caught him sitting in the chair, 30 lashings would have been upon him. Draco winced slightly, remembering the snake skin belt that had lashed his skin thousands of times. And it would have been more if he were caught reading the 'forbidden books'. But Draco was overly tempted, and took a liking to reading the Dark Arts themed literature. By far, he loved to read all the vampire history books, the reason he knew not. He just felt a sort of power radiating from him when he read the stories and legends of Dracula and Lestat de Lioncourt and Nosferatu. In the Muggle world, these were just stories, a mere fraction of the imagination. But in the wizarding world, they were actual historic events.

They, the vampires, were living in the shadows. Naturally, for if they ever showed their face amongst respectable wizards, they would surely be reduced to dust and ashes in the solar light. Draco heard Crabbe shift in his dormitory bed, his snoring filling the room. As from where Draco lay, he could see the beautifully colored window; a green serpent was staring at him with diamond eyes. The serpent. The reptile of the damned. Was he damned? With all of the strange feelings and dreams he was having, they surely had come from the depths of hell. Or perhaps, it was natural for a Malfoy to go through this. He'd have to ask his father about it. 'Ah...' said his conscience, 'Do you think it wise to inform your father of your troubles? He could use them against you, no doubt about that.' Draco bared his teeth, his lip curling slightly. He could feel the little voice nagging at him in his brain, and it was probably right. His father had always used his troubles against him to gain victories. He shifted onto his lean stomach, his silk pajama top creeping up slowly. He closed his eyes, no longer being able to think or keep them open. And so, he drifted off slowly becoming unconscious of the world around him. Draco then suddenly found himself in a tremendously huge room. It was Gothic looking; black silk curtains hanging in front of the huge French windows, grotesque paintings on the wall, and the black marble floors were shining brightly from the black candles that stood on black metal pillars against the walls. Draco looked around, wondering where he was. He knew he was dreaming, or was he? He shook his head, his fair hair going everywhere. He then began to walk around the room, noticing a huge bed against the wall. It was a canopy bed, draped with black silk sheets, and fluffy black pillows. And on top of the bed lay a girl. Draco gasped, surprised at her presence. She was staring at him, her green eyes curious and dangerous, yet alluring. She grinned at Draco her smile wicked and cool. She raised a finger and motioned for him to come over. Draco seemed reluctant, but quickly checked himself.

"Draco...this is a hot girl in a bed. Even if this is a dream, this could still be somewhat real," he said to himself. He then slowly walked over to the bed, slowly recognizing the girl from his dream earlier. The girl slowly raised herself upon her knees, her cleavage showing vividly in her tight taffeta nightgown. Her lips were plump and rosy, her eyes burning brightly with desire. Draco's eyes slowly traced over her body, when suddenly, he spotted an icy cold vein going across her neck. Draco felt his breath cease for a sweet moment. He felt it, that same feeling he had gotten when he spotted Blaise's vein. He felt his mouth open partly, him sighing deeply and looking at the ground. He couldn't believe it. Even in his dreams he had the same desire to go and bite that vein. What the hell was going on with him? Too preoccupied thinking, the girl pulled him down on top of her, her mouth pressing against his. Instinctively (and shocked), Draco kissed back, his tongue exploring inside her mouth. His hands slowly traced the curves of her body. He thought her body was like a block of ice, touching her face gently. When Draco's hands started to go up her nightgown, she pushed him off her. Draco surprised at her strength to push him off stared at her, his mouth smeared with red lip-gloss.

"Silly little heir," she said innocently in an American accent. Draco stared at her, not knowing what to say. Just then, the French doors on the other side of the room slammed open. Both the girl and Draco whipped their heads around, Draco wiping the lip-gloss off his lips. His first instinct was to get off the bed. If this were her husband or something, he didn't want to ruin a good dream by getting knocked out. But the girl, who had an extremely strong grip, took hold of Draco's shirt and held on while a man with a flowing black robe, strode into the room, his face oddly familiar. Draco focused his eyes on the man feeling his stomach lurch.

"Professor Snape?" he said, staring back at the girl. The girl nodded and kissed Draco on the nose. Draco blinked not believing his eyes and not noticing the kiss the girl had given him. What the hell was Snape doing in a very good dream so far?

"Professor Snape?" he repeated blankly. The girl narrowed her eyes with annoyance at his blankness.

"Master Snape to you," she said softly. "He was the Supreme Lord's best man...you'd do good to show him some respect." Her voice had turned cold on the last of the words, causing Draco to frown. She then pushed Draco on the ground, getting up from the bed and walking over to Snape. Snape grinned at her, his crooked yellow teeth, now only complete with fangs, glittering amongst the light. He wrapped his long arm around her tiny waist, the girl grinning brightly. Draco felt himself go numb. How could Snape turn up in one of his dreams? He meant, how normal was it for a student to dream about a 40 something year old teacher? It just wasn't...right. And when did he get fangs? This dream was far too weird for him. Standing up, Draco walked over to Snape. Snape was still grinning, but had raised a hand, making Draco stop in his tracks.

"So, Mister Malfoy," said Snape slowly, his voice deadly calm. "I trust that you've gotten acquainted with Hyacinth...she's my little helper." Draco's eyes glanced over to Hyacinth, who was running her slender fingers through Snape's greasy hair. The sight of it just made him shiver, although it was a dreamed of shiver. When Draco finally found his voice, he coughed and blinked.

"I don't understand. Why is all this weird stuff happening to me?" Snape raised his eyebrows and nodded, apparently amused at Draco's question.

"Well, my my, that is a very good question indeed Mister Malfoy," he replied. Snape looked down at Hyacinth, who detached herself away from him and had gone over to sit on the bed. Snape then looked at Draco and stuck out an arm pointing towards a table with two chairs. Draco frowned, not remembering the chairs being there. But hey, he supposed this was just the mere logic of dreaming. Anything could happen.

"Please come sit Mister Malfoy," he offered, going over to the table and sitting down at one of the chairs. Reluctance pulsing throughout his body, Draco stood there his cold eyes focused on Snape. Snape had already sat down and was staring back, his black eyes glittering maliciously. He pointed to the chair and grinned once again.

"I won't bite Mister Malfoy," he said. He then looked over to Hyacinth, who was staring at Draco with great interest. "Although, I can't guarantee that she won't." Draco turned to look at Hyacinth, who was blowing kisses at him. Turning back to face Snape, Draco smirked.

"I wouldn't mind if she did," he replied. Snape's grin turned into a frown. He then raised his hand, Draco literally flying over to him. Moving his hand over to the chair, Snape placed Draco in the chair and smirked.

"Do not toy with me Malfoy," he said calmly. And Draco didn't intend to. Although, even it this was a dream, it was still freaking him out royally. Draco straightened his pajama top and faced Snape, whose face was even paler and his veins even more visible.

"What's this all about? I imagine that is what you are thinking about right now. And let me tell you. Although this may be a dream and I can't hurt you, I can just tell you the truth and let you wake up so you can dwell about it," Snape said. Draco narrowed his pale eyes and put his hand on the table.

"What is this all about? I mean, lately I've been going absolutely bonkers thinking about veins and blood and sex-well yes...I think about that all the time...BUT THAT ISN'T THE POINT!" Draco yelled. Snape smiled and looked back at Hyacinth who was grinning toothily.

"Well Mister Malfoy," crooned Snape. "I'll just tell you then. You're the heir of Dracula, the most feared and powerful vampires in the Vampiric Order. Turns out your mother whom is half veela and her father a vampire, happens to be part of the Dracula heirloom. And since your grandfather had no other brothers and sisters or cousins or nieces or anything like that...you are the only successor of Dracula. Well, besides your mother. But it has to be a male to complete Dracula's resurrection-,"

"Hold on a sweet moment!" exclaimed Draco, interrupting Snape. Snape closed his mouth and glared at Draco, admiring the courage the boy had to interrupt him. Draco stood up and pushed the chair away from him.

"You want to resurrect Dracula? Do you have any idea what could happen?" he asked, his voice cracking. "And! How can I be Dracula's heir? I don't even like drinking blood and the guy had a terribly sense in clothing, I mean c'mon. A cape with a suit that even Potter wouldn't wear? It's just wrong and offensive to me." Snape stood up, his chair clanging on the marble ground.

"Do not get smart with me boy. You are the heir and that is all you need to know. And as for the happenings that will occur once he is arisen, they will be terrible yes. But, with the power of Dracula, us vampires can rule the world."

"You're a vampire too? Man, I thought that the fangs were just a kinky joke," remarked Draco, smirking. A high pitched laugh rang throughout the room, both Snape and Draco turning around to see Hyacinth cracking up on the floor. Snape coughed loudly, Hyacinth quickly straightening up. Snape shot her a look of utter loath. Hyacinth shrugged and flipped back her hair.

"Sorry," she apologized, the corners of her mouth twitching, apparently trying to withhold her laugh. "He's funny." Draco couldn't help it either. A smirk had come across his handsome face, but the poisonous look from Snape soon cleared it off. Snape walked over to Draco, his hands to his side. Draco had half the mind to move back, but he didn't. Reaching him finally, Snape stood in front of him, an unpleasant smirk formed on his lips. Draco braced himself, expecting Snape to bite him or something. But he didn't.

"Wake up Mister Malfoy," said Snape. And with that he snapped his fingers, Draco awaking with a start. He looked wildly around the room, expecting to see Snape. But he saw only darkness and the moonlight. Wiping his hand across his forehead, Draco heaved a heavy sigh, thinking about what was going to become of him. Was that dream actually real? Or was it just a normal dream? And was Snape really that kinky? The fangs...ha! Draco hit his pillow with frustration, getting up and putting on his expensive slippers. Grabbing his dressing robe, he headed down to the Slytherin common room.

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Justin McHallow sat in the Slytherin common room staring at the stars. Severus had told him to leave, but he wasn't in a hurry. He would sit there and think about the future. Dracula would be resurrected, and the world would be bathed in blood. Well, that was if Hyacinth carried out her job successfully. Not that he didn't have any hope in Hyacinth! She had never messed up anything in her whole life span. And she was 200 hundred years old. So she had to have some sort of faithful following. And Justin was sure that she would be rewarded somehow. Maybe her reward was to be reunited with the master. Although, he doubted that Hyacinth would make up with him. Hyacinth was a stubborn girl and even if she were happy to see Severus again, she would still kick him in the sin and not say sorry. And the heir would definitely catch her eye. He was beautiful, almost not human, but he was still poisonous. But Hyacinth could tame him...she always could soothe a fire at it's worst. Biting his nails, Justin leaned his head back in the chair and closed his eyes. He wondered what time it was now. It was just so comfortable sitting there in the common room...he didn't want to leave. The room was darkened, the only light coming from the huge full moon. The stars shone brightly in the inky sky, not a cloud in it. It was truly a peaceful night at Hogwarts, and Justin loved it. He had even started to drift off slowly, until he felt something sharp at his throat. He opened his eyes cautiously to find the heir standing above him with a fire poker at his throat.

"Who the hell are you...and why are you in here?"

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Lexis Micahels walked around the rotting cadaver anxiously. It was obvious that she had to get rid of it, before any of the motel saw it. Even if it were Knockturn Alley she could still get in trouble for having a middle aged dead wizard in the middle of her room. Besides it didn't add to the décor, Lexis thought wickedly. But she rolled her eyes, looking at the room. The décor of the room wasn't quite much either. The ceiling was leaking; the paint was chipping off the walls. And there were roaches and spiders everywhere, including on the stinking corpse.

"Shit," cursed Lexis, kicking the body with her brand new leather boots. She couldn't believe her luck! First, her boyfriend is missing for a day and forgets to close the windows. She looked at her arm, which had a big red welt on it. Scowling, she kicked the body again and picked up an arm, beginning to drag it across the molding floor.

"He could've at least threw you in the creek," she groaned bitterly. As she pulled the stiff body across the room, the sickening smell of rot got to her nostrils. But she made no recognition of it. She was quite used to the smell of dead bodies. After seeing thousands of them over the centuries, she had become accustomed to them.

But that didn't leave Alex any reason to leave the body in the middle of her room. Alex Balestreri was her current boyfriend. He wasn't a vampire, he was just under her control. He was a 20-year-old wizard who had a passion for killing. Being a serial killer had attracted Lexis to him, anshe had been with him for 3 years. He had taken care of her every day, making sure to close the curtains in their bedroom when she lay down to sleep in the wee hours of the morning, and he made sure that she always had new clothes every time she had awoken at night. But even with all of the good service, Lexis cheated on him constantly. Boys, girls, it didn't matter. She was attracted to anyone that pleased her. She had earned the nickname 'One-night-stand-Lexi', a name she held proudly. Both the title and role she played earned her many things. The finest clothes that money could by in both the Muggle world and the Wizarding world, jewelry, and lots of blood. She could only imagine what her sister would say if she saw her. Not that she cared what Hyacinth said. She hadn't seen Hyacinth in about 50 years and she wasn't in too much of a hurry to search for her either. She was always so bitchy and bossy and it didn't agree too well with Lexis. So much of mother Hyacinth reminded her of, and she knew what a bitch their mother was. Finally reached her destination, Lexis dropped the arm of the dead body and opened the small closet door. Picking up the body cautiously, she threw it into the empty space and slammed the door quickly.

"Nice knowing you...whoever you are," she said while dusting off her petite hands.

She then brushed off her clothes and went over to the mirror, making sure that not a thread or hair was out of place. The cracked mirror reflected a petite pale girl with porcelain skin, a tiny beauty mark on her right cheek. She had hair that was the color of fresh flames, and her eyes were bright green, just as her sister's eyes. She wore a short black skirt with a black corset that had silver crosses embroidered all over it. Her curly red hair spilled over her pale bust, and her silver necklace with the insignia of the Vampiric Order gleamed in the darkness. She reached up to her barrette and straightened it, her silver charm bracelet jingling nicely. She smiled at her reflection, apparently happy. She always did like the way she looked. Herself and Hyacinth had never been taken for sisters. Hyacinth had gotten her raven hair from their mother while she had inherited her Father's gorgeous red locks. Alex was always obsessed with her hair, and so was she. It reminded her of blood. Looking at her watch then, she looked back at the mirror and smirked.

"Well, I suppose I am ready to go to the club now..." she said to herself. She reckoned that she'd be able to see Alex there maybe. That way she could give him an earful about that dead body. She glanced over to the closet door, making sure that it was closed. Then, she picked up her wool pea coat jacket and slipped it on, grabbing her purse backpack that was a small coffin with straps that were two metal chains. Walking over to the door hastily, she opened it and stepped out of it, jamming her key in it to lock it. Then, turning around quickly to walk down the stairs, her green eyes greeted another body ramming headfirst into her. She banged into the wall, breaking one of her long black nails. She cursed, her fangs unsheathing slowly. Whoever had bumped into her would pay! She turned around furiously, and almost fainted when she saw who it was. And so did the other person. Lexis backed up slowly to the wall, trying to regain her composure, the other girl doing the same.

"Hyacinth?" muttered Lexis, blinking. Hyacinth ran her hand through her hair and gulped.

"Lexxie...nice to see you again sis."

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Justin held up his hands, showing Draco defeat. He nervously looked down at the poker that the pale heir was holding at his throat. He could feel the shark poke penetrating his skin, and he knew not to move. Justin had half the mind to scream for help, but he couldn't risk being seen by the students. He opened his mouth slowly, but Draco pressed the poker further into his skin, piercing it slightly. A small drop of black blood ran down Justin's pale neck it eventually going down his T-shirt. Draco's eyes averted from Justin's face to that trickle of blood going down his shirt. He had the urge to lick it up with his tongue, but slowly refrained himself.

"Who are you?" he asked forcefully, his gray eyes flashing. Justin's mouth moved soundlessly, no words coming out. Using his hands, Justin pointed to the poker to show that he couldn't speak with it being pressed against his esophagus. Draco released pressure, but soon realized that it was a big mistake. No sooner had he released the pressure, Justin took the opportunity to use his vampiric speed to throw the poker to the other side of the room and pushing Draco to the ground, his hand around Draco's throat.

"Stupid boy," he said half-torn between anger and amusement. "If you'd known any better you would've realized that vampires don't need air." Draco struggled effortlessly, his eyes piercing into Justin.

"Why are you bastards bothering me?" he exclaimed loudly, but brought his voice down. "Just leave me alone!" Draco finished, only a little softer. Justin raised his eyebrows.

"I'm sorry Heir of Dracula...but we're never going to leave you alone. You might as well get used to us." And with that Justin jumped off Draco and rushed to the common room entrance, disappearing. Getting up and rubbing his neck gingerly, Draco looked around the room hoping to see another vampire. But he saw nothing more than the portraits of famous Slytherins and previous heads of the house. He sighed then, rubbing a clammy hand through his damp golden hair.

"What now?" he asked himself softly. He glanced up at the clock, which read 3:45 A.M.. Sitting down in a chair, Draco faced the window. Why did everything have to happen to him now? What happened to his golden graduation, what happened to his plans of living a carefree life off his Father's money? He closed his eyes, sighing deeply. He knew what he had to do. He had to talk to Snape.

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Morning came quickly then, the sun rising over the Forbidden Forest and the sky a blood red. The students who were to become independent in the wizarding world were awaking and dressing slowly, walking around Hogwarts for their very last time. Among the students were Harry, Ron and Hermione. Hermione and Ron were hand in hand, walking cheerfully with Harry as they passed down the long corridors gazing at the graduation decorations. Harry was tall now, his black hair still standing on end. His green eyes held more wisdom and intelligence than they had before when he was younger. His body was lean and muscular although he still had the scrawniness to him. Hermione however was a beautiful young lady. Her once poofy hair was straightened now and her cinnamon brown eyes were lit up amongst her freckles.

Ron was still taller than the two but he was less dangly and had become a very handsome wizard. His red hair was glowing in the sunlight and his crystal blue eyes were alit with joy as he bent down to kiss Hermione over and over again. They still couldn't believe that they were going to be graduating soon. They knew that the day would finally come, but they hadn't realized that it would've come so quickly. The three of them all planned to go Auror school since solving mysteries and defeating dark wizards and such things appealed so much to them. They realized that they would leave behind so much. The secret passage ways, the fun expeditions in the corridors after hours...and Ginny. Ron had already talked to Ginny that morning and she wasn't a very happy girl. She had had blue shadows underneath her eyes, hair was all over head and she looked as if she hadn't got a proper night's sleep.

"Ginny's going to miss us," Ron said, interrupting the happy silence. Hermione nodded and looked at a display of pixies that were glowing brightly amongst the walls.

"I'm going to miss this school...," she said. Running his hand through his black hair Harry stopped and sat down on some stairs, Ron and Hermione following suit. He leaned back on the stairs then, staring at the dusty ceiling where a couple of birds were lounging on the buttresses chirping happily. The sun was coming in gradually, the glow from it warming the entire castle up. Harry closed his eyes and folded his arms in a leisure manner.

"I think I'll buy this school when I become a famous Auror," he remarked lazily. Ron opened his mouth to reply but was interrupted by the sound of boots coming down the stairs. Harry jumped up and looked behind himself seeing Draco Malfoy coming towards them. He looked horrible, thought Harry. He was pretty sure that Hermione and Ron were thinking the same thing because they had an odd smirk on their faces. His hair was terribly messy and his green silk suit was rumpled and looked as if it were ran over twice by a double Decker bus. He had purple shadows underneath his eyes and his mannerism was quite sluggish. Harry snorted and sat back on the stairs.

"Hey Malfoy, you look like shit," he insulted. Draco stopped in the middle of the stairs and glared at him. The first thing that came to his mind was to retort back with something even more terrible, but after a shitty night and weird ass dreams, he wasn't in the mood. Instead, he continued walking down the stairs.

"Fuck you Potter," he replied, going off towards the Great Hall without looking back. Ron, Hermione and Harry looked at each other with surprised looks on their faces.

"Draco didn't even retort back Harry!" exclaimed Hermione, giggling softly. Harry nodded and blinked.

"I know...he must be sick or something."

"Whatever," said Ron, getting up and dusting off his suit. It was a maroon color, going perfectly with his hair and eyes. "Let's go to the Graduation breakfast, I'm starving." Nodding fervently, Hermione and Harry got up and began to walk off to the Great Hall with Ron.

**

Ginny sat in her room clutching her favorite teddy bear. Her brother wasn't kidding, she did look horrible. She hadn't got any sleep last night due to the account of Melissa who seemed to be perfectly rested and happy that morning. It made Ginny want to hurl a great big show in her cheery face. Fucking happy people, she thought bitterly. Why of all days did she have to be so evil on her brother's graduation she wondered. After all, graduation was supposed to be a happy experience for siblings to be involved in. After all, she would be graduating the next year and she would be moving to France to study as an International Witch trader. France had the best stock market in the wizarding world besides anyone. So she had one thing planned out.

But what she didn't have planned out was how to get to Knockturn Alley for that party. Her first guess was to go to Pansy and smarm up to her and plead to go to that party. Or she could sneak out of Hogwarts with the rest of the graduates and go straight to Knockturn Alley. Oh! She didn't know what to do! Throwing down her teddy bear she crossed over to her mini desk and sat down, taking out a quill and a piece of parchment. She dipped her quill into the inkpot furiously, and began to scrawl on it. She wrote 'Dear Pansy' on it, but didn't know what else to write on it. What did one say to a Slytherin? Perhaps 'Have you killed or ridiculed anyone lately?' or 'How did the last Death Eaters convention go?. Or maybe she could just say what she wanted and ask if she could get a lift to the party. That couldn't hurt anything would it? Shrugging, Ginny began to write quickly, finishing after a couple of hurried sentences. After she had finished composing the letter, she stared at it blankly. What if Ron and the others found out that she wanted to actually go to a Slytherin graduation party? Worst of all, what if her mum and dad found out about it?

'Ginny,' her conscience said. 'You're 16, do you honestly think you need your mum and dad and brothers to tell you what you want to do with your life?'

"No..." she replied quietly. Her conscience was right. She didn't need her family to tell her what she could and could not do. She would be graduating soon and she would be on her own. And she didn't want that squeaky clean image to go with her either.

So, throwing on her shoes and cloak, she ran out of her dormitory room, heading off the Owlery. She made sure the letter was tucked safely into her cloak pocket before she left the semi-crowded common room. . On her way to her destination, she banged into a couple of early wakers outside in the corridors, but she didn't stop to say sorry to the students. As far she was concerned, she was on an important mission that was the future for her. But as she turned sharply around the corner, she banged right into one of the people that she least wanted to meet this morning. Towering over her with his pale skin was Severus Snape. He had been carrying a pile of books, and thanks to Ginny they were now on the ground at her feet. Ginny stuttered mouthlessly, trying to say 'sorry'. But Snape wouldn'tve cared if she had giving her two arms to him for forgiveness, this was a time to take points.

"Miss Weasley, 10 points from Gryffindor for running in the halls," he said calmly. Ginny narrowed her brown eyes at him but said nothing. Instead she walked away very quietly without saying a word. She was tempted to kick some of the books even farther across the corridor, but didn't dare for the sake of last minute points. Snape grinned at himself wickedly. If taking away points from a Gryffindor were a sport he would surely be MVP. He then began to pick up the rest of his books, checking the space around him for leaflets or lost pages. He saw nothing that belonged to him, but he spotted a piece of folded parchment that said 'Pansy Parkinson' written in fine calligraphy. He picked it up slowly and opened it. At first he thought it was a lost note from a Slytherin girl, but when he read the signature a malicious smirk came across his pale, cracked lips.

"So, Miss Weasley...you want a taste for the dark side?" he said softly. She had asked Pansy Parkinson how she could get to the vampire club graduation party. Snape was sure that Ginny was just trying to get a rise out of someone, partly her parents. But she could become quite useful in some situation. He folded the letter up and deposited into his pocket. He then swept off into the dungeons, bursting into his office. He put his books down on his cluttered desk amid the bottles of disgusting looking liquids and odd recipes written on old pieces of parchment. Sitting down, he resurfaced the letter and threw it on his desk. Many things ran through his head then, like what if Ginny Weasley became Dracula's new vessel? Oh yes, he was sure that Dracula would love a sweet innocent girl to use when he was resurrected. Smirking, he took a quill and a piece of parchment and began writing a 'response' to Ginny's letter.

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Draco sat in the Great Hall staring at his plate of food. It was loaded with sausage and eggs and toast, but he had no desire to eat it. It had no taste to him anymore. All around him, the 7t^h years were all excited and talking about what they were going to do after they graduate. Some had even planned to stay at school a little while longer to take extra classes. Not Draco. All he wanted to do was graduate and leave. And he was so tired. He knew that he didn't look like his normal self, but he didn't really care. The whole night and early morning events had made him not care about his usually handsome self, although a lot of girls were fawning over him. He was just sitting there while almost half of all the Slytherin girls were patting him on the head and smoothing out his clothes.

"Oh Draco! Are you all right?"

"Do you need some more food Draco?"

"Do you want me to comb your hair Draco?"

"GO AWAY!" He yelled. Half of the whole Great Hall looked towards the Slytherin table where the girls who were tending to Draco had turned red in the face and looked harassed. Not a moment later Draco was walking out of the Great Hall, bumping into a couple of people angrily. He had to get away...and he had to talk to Snape. And so, he headed towards the dungeons, anger in his every step.

To be continued.....