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Draco burst into his and Harry's shared room, looking around wildly before catching sight of the vampire.

His skin had returned to the shade of grey due to his unconsciousness, his eyes closed. His throat was completely crushed.

Snape immediately ran over, pulling out his wand and muttering incantations, Draco merely standing back in shock.

He'd done that. He'd possibly killed Harry, Harry Potter. I'm a monster. What was I thinking?! How could I do this?! I hurt him!

"Draco," Snape's voice cut Draco out of his self loathing thoughts, the blond drawing his attention back to his professor. "Pick him up off the floor, put him on your bed or something-"

"Is he alright?!"

"He should be okay, but you're lucky that his heart flatlined as soon as he suffocated."

"I-I killed him?!"

"Of course not, you stupid boy," Snape snarled, Draco shooting him an affronted look as he lifted Harry's frail and icy cold figure into his arms. "The vampire's poison has just set in. It will have reached his heart, and stopped it, the pure magic of the venom keeping him still alive," Snape explained as Draco lay Harry down gently on his bed, rushing to close the curtains and protect Harry from their harmful rays.

"He'll have fangs, his attitude may change dramatically and he will crave blood."

Harry... Craving blood? Draco could already picture it in his head... This wasn't going to be good. Harry loved peace, and was usually a kind person. If he was overtaken by bloodthirsty urges that he couldn't control then he'd be a mess.

And an attitude change?

"Does that mean he could be evil?"

"It's a possibility, but-" Snape began to reply, but Draco froze.

Harry's eyes flickered open, their stunning Crimson colour seeming bewitching. His eyes flickered around the room before landing on Draco.

Draco felt his world fall apart in that single moment. His heart skipped a beat, and there was a sinking feeling in his stomach. Harry's unwavering, calculating gaze made him nearly tremble, Draco's grey eyes staring back. A million thoughts were running the silver haired werewolves mind.

There was only one word to describe Harry now in Draco's mind.

Beautiful.

*******

There had always been a serenity that surrounded vampires. Creatures cloaked in darkness, white pale skin and alluring blood-coloured eyes. Seducing their prey into a trance before drinking the life out of them.

Yet Draco didn't know what to make of the vampire that had fallen back asleep.

Draco was sat at his window seat, leaning against the cold glass through the drawn curtains. He was trying to keep his gaze away from Harry, but it just kept wandering back.

How a being could be so utterly... Beautiful, Draco didn't know. Sure, Harry looked the same, but something was different. Something that made his heart beat wildly and made him flustered and speechless.

Standing, Draco walked to his bookshelf and pulled out a rather conveniently placed book that he'd noticed yesterday. Werewolves and vampires: traits and history.

Skipping the chapters on the history of them, his eyes scanned across a page.

Vampires have been known about in the wizarding world for approximately 1000 years, but it is probable that they existed much before this date.
Vampires have an extremely long lifespan, lasting up to hundreds of years. Vampires will reach a certain age (usually at around twenty years) and then will age incredibly slowly, giving the illusion of eternal life.

All vampires will catch fire in the sunlight, this is due to a chemical in their skin that causes this reaction. The chemical may change the appearance of their skin as well, sometimes giving it a grey look. The skin tones can be anything from a dark, stone grey to pure white. This chemical in their skin also acts as a shield to harmful spells and hexes, repelling them.
The majority of vampire's eyes will change colour. Some have been said to remain brown, but this isn't confirmed. Most will change from varying shades of orange and yellow, and on the rare occasion red.
Having extreme speed is also something a vampire possesses. Used mostly in hunting, a vampire has the ability to run so fast then become a mere blur. Their speed cannot be matched by any broom, human, or muggle contraption. They have been known to race with werewolves, however.
Of course, a vampire's most valuable and well-known asset is their fangs. These are retractable, and often compared to cat claws. They are sharper than knives, able to tear skin and flesh with ease and capable of injecting venom that could kill a room of twenty people. The vampire can usually choose whether it wishes for the venom to be lethal, and if not, it will change them into a new vampire. Fangs out or not, a vampire's canine teeth will always be longer than normal.

Most of the physical changes can be masked will simple illusion spells, which will be undone if the vampire is rendered unconscious, a common way of identifying them.
The majority of the vampire population sleep in coffins, as it is believed that they find more comfort from it than a regular bed.

Vampires also have a change in attitude from their old selves. Often they will turn evil, and have been known to join the ranks of You Know Who. Most vampires will have a dark sense of humour, and constantly have dark subjects on their minds. It isn't uncommon for vampires to go mad because of this, as sometimes none of their old personality remains.

Many vampires have been asked about the taste of blood and why they crave it so much. Blood replenishes vampires strength, and makes them more alert. Blood apparently has a taste alike that of cherries, and sometimes red wine. A vampire experiences a constant feeling of discomfort and hunger that is only stopped by drinking blood.

A vampires way of hunting isn't like any other mythical creature. They seduce their prey, as most vampires carry an inhuman beauty. On the off occasion seduction fails, vampires are extraordinarily strong creatures, being able to lift massive amounts of weight and having a lot more magic power than the average witch or wizard. Using brute force, they will kill their prey.

Harry was most definitely powerful now. Capable of killing many, many people with ease...

Draco curled up on the couch, tucking his legs underneath him as he flicked some more pages and continued to read.

Werewolves are the best known mythical beasts, sightings dating back as far as time itself. Only in the fourteenth century were these beasts given a name, and they were hunted and executed profusely for the next few centuries, leading to their near extinction. The protection of creatures act was put into place in the eighteenth century, preventing more killings.

Werewolves have many special powers, unlike those of vampires, faeries, veela and other mythical beings. They transform under the moonlight into vicious beasts, armed with many magical assets, as well as having many more powers in their human form.

Werewolves under the moonlight have a doglike head, but a more human-like figured body. Their fur colours come in blacks and Browns, sometimes varying to grey depending on age. Their eyes are always different shades of orange to yellow.

Their fur can repel most harmful spells, and they have an extremely good sense of hearing, sight and smell, making them an almost lethal predator. Their teeth are sharper than a vampire's fangs, and there is almost no sharper substance in this world. They have long, strong legs, built for running fast to catch their prey, and sharp claws. Werewolves communicate in barks, growls, and howls. It is said that the transformation from human to werewolf is one of the most painful things a person can experience.

In human form, werewolves have a very peculiar appearance. Often their hair will grey, and they will growl facial hair a lot faster than others. They are always sickly looking, the curse of the werewolf wearing them down almost constantly. Despite this, they are able to run at more extreme speeds than humans. It isn't uncommon for werewolves to experience nightmares. A werewolves diet mostly consists of meat, as they dislike vegetables, but some do a have a taste for sweet things. An ability that a werewolf may or may not possess is the ability to turn into a normal wolf at will. This isn't recorded, and may just be a myth or legend.

The personality of a humanoid werewolf is very distinct. Werewolves are known to be quite adventurous, and are avid explorers and curious about almost anything. They are quick learners, but can be mischievous and cause trouble. Werewolves are also often bitter, rude, and tired, not caring about anyone but themselves. They experience severe and extreme mood swings often. A rather strange ability werewolves carry is the ability to sing. This is speculated to be due to the howling they do as a wolf.

The potion Wolfsbane (turn to page 394) is popular amongst werewolves, as it detains the side of a werewolf that makes them vicious. The effect of this particular potion makes a werewolf as harmless as a puppy, and also makes the human conscious of their actions and feelings.

Draco's reading was stopped as he heard Harry shift, and he turned his gaze to the vampire who was now awake, watching him with cold, calculating eyes.

"A-Are you feeling alright?" Draco asked, his heart thudding.

"No thanks to you," Harry croaked, his voice weak, yet anger behind it.

"I'm sorry, I just-"

"I thought you said you'd give me a chance."

"I tried!" Draco retorted, almost hysterically. "I've never had anyone actually give a damn about me before! I don't know what the hell to do!"

"Well you're not alone there," Harry muttered, sitting up.

"You have Granger and Weasely-"

"Not anymore," Harry said, running a hand through his hair.

"Why?" Draco questioned, shifting in his seat.

"I don't want to hurt them. I can't risk being close to them."

"But you're Harry Potter, you don't hurt people-"

"We were put in a separate area for a reason, Draco," Harry snapped, seeing Draco blink at the use of his first name.

"You shouldn't isolate yourself, it's not healthy. You at least made an effort to have friends," Draco said, gazing down at the book.

"What about... Goyle, and Crabbe and Parkinson, even Zabini?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow.

Draco let out a hollow laugh. "Them? Friends? Right. Crabbe and Goyle were trolls in disguise who worshipped the ground I walked on, Pansy had a crush on me, and Zabini's father and Lucius were friends."

"Didn't you have anyone else?"

"Nope. Mother was always busy, faster was always too busy hitting me round the head and crucioing me to actually care about how I felt," Draco said, blinking to hide his tears, failing as one fell down to the book, sinking into the page.

"My uncle and aunt were the same," Harry said, smiling sadly.

"I was always told you were treated like a king."

"I don't know who you heard that from, but they were so, so wrong. I was abused, had no friends, hardly got fed and didn't even have clothes that fit me. Basically, I was treated like dirt."

"That's horrible."

"Yep. And now that we're both stuck alone again, it looks like we're going to be stuck with each other for a while," Harry said, managing to crack a small smile et his werewolf companion, who returned one.

******

After being out of school for already nearly a week, the two were extremely behind in their studies and had agreed to do some homework in the main living room.

Harry's eyes widened as a green blanket was thrown at him, Draco's laugh being heard in the background.

"It matches your eyes!" Draco snickered, Harry sticking his tongue out in reply as he fell onto one of the couches, glaring at the stack of books beside him.

Draco sat down on the one opposite, wrapping a silver blanket around his shoulders as he picked up his potions book.

After about half an hour, Harry let out a loud groan of frustration and let his head fall onto the book in his hands.

"I hate potions," the vampire mumbled.

"Potions isn't that bad-"

"Well it wouldn't be, if Snape didn't hate me."

"Severus hates everyone," Draco said, smirking. "It's just the way he is."

After a brief silence, Harry spoke up again.

"Are you going to go to classes tomorrow?" Harry asked quietly.

"I suppose so. I mean, we can't put it off forever, we'll have to go at some point. Plus, our grades are slipping," Draco said, running a hand through his nearly frost white hair. "Although I don't see how our grades really matter."

"Well Hermione and Ron are already worried about me, but I don't want to go back to classes and have them ask questions and get in my face," Harry muttered, taking off his glasses and putting them on the coffee table.

Draco tilted his head slightly. Harry looked quite different without his glasses on.

"Don't you need those to see?" The werewolf asked.

"Yes, my sight is horrible, but with all my other senses I can live without them. I can see clearer now anyways," Harry replied, yawning.

"Tired?"

"Yeah, I basically feel like I've been awake all night, but I've actually just been awake all day. It sucks," Harry said, pushing his pile of books to the floor with a thud and curling Draco's blanket around himself more.

Draco followed suit, both leaving their school supplies in messy piles on the floor.

The light from the burning, crackling emerald green fire illuminated both of their pale faces as they watched each other through the semi-darkness, blinking at each other slowly and sleepily.

Harry was lost in Draco's grey gaze, his eyes mystical and beautiful. Even though he looked tired, behind his eyes seemed to hide a wild beast, ready at any moment to show itself, and turn those calm pools of silver to a raging storm.

Draco himself couldn't tear his eyes from Harry's. They were the exact colour of the blood that ran through his very veins, a crimson that sent shivers down Draco's spine.
His eyes were piercing and icy, yet beautiful. Beautiful eyes to match a beautiful face.

******

"Headmaster, why have you called me here at such an ungodly hour?"

"Because, Severus, I'm worried."

"Aren't you always?"... "What about this time?"

"I fear that Lucius Malfoy has created a monster. I need you to keep a close eye on Harry... Or we may have another dark lord on our hands."