So, I've written something else. And guys, I have a plot. It's an exciting feeling, to know where the story is going, especially as it's not one I have very often. It has a beginning, a middle and an end. Now all you have to do is give me a reason to type them all out. You know what that means! It's time for every author's favorite request: R&R, s'il vous plait.

All right, all right. Enough note. On with the story!

"Darling, darling, what are you so afraid of?" Draco grinned maliciously, baring his fangs at the young woman cowering before him in the alleyway.

"You're…you're a…a…"

He grinned again. "Vampire? Why yes, it would seem that way, wouldn't it?"

"You're not real; you can't be. Vampires don't exist." She straightened her shoulders slightly, reviving some hidden courage. "I've just had a bit too much to drink. I'm seeing things. Oh, Abby will laugh at me in the morning."

"A bit too much to drink? Well yes, that's true enough. Why else would you have come out into this alley with me in the first place? Poor judgement on your part, I must say. But as for vampires not existing, I'm afraid I've got you there. You have before you direct evidence to the contrary and you still try to affix the blame to your stupid scapegoats. Hallucinations, alcohol, drugs, stress. Oh, sweetie, I've heard it all. You Muggles and your incompetence, your complete inability to recognize the truth when it comes up to you and bites you in the arse. Or the neck, for that matter. It disgusts me."

He tilted his head slightly to one side and smiled slightly, saying, "However disgust or no disgust, I'm still hungry."

He leaned forward, resting his hands on the wall to either side of her head. "Sit quietly now and it'll all be over soon."

He watched her face, reveling in the fear reflected in her fine features, and was annoyed when the focus of her attention shifted from him to something behind him. A glimmer of hope sprang into her eyes. A potential rescuer then, he mused. Very well, he would feast tonight.

Draco waited until the other Muggle was very close to him, close enough to touch, before spinning to face him. In a split second he had recognized the man and with a snarl of fury had drawn his wand. He hurled an expelliarmus at him and grabbed the falling wand almost before the intruder had time to recognize the situation.

Simultaneously pointing his wand at the other man and moving behind the frightened girl, Alexandra he thought her name was, he waited for the situation to play out even as he enjoyed the power it afforded him. His grey eyes challenged those of the man across from him, a silent hatred seething there along with his defiance.

"Malfoy."

"Potter."

"Leave her alone; this is between us now."

Draco bared gleaming white fangs and lowered his head slightly, his mouth threateningly close to Alexandra's bare neck. She whimpered slightly, eyes darting back and forth between Harry, her potential saviour, and Draco. "I'm afraid it's not, Potter. There's more to this than just simple rivalry. I'm hungry and you're not going to stop me."

He rested his fangs on her neck, slowly pushing down, not quite breaking the skin. All the time he ignored Alexandra's silent terror and watched Harry's face, sorting out the swirling emotions. It was obvious that the stupid boy wanted to save the girl, despite never having met her before in his life. He obviously didn't realize that there was no chance for her now. Fear flickered to disgust flickered to hope, and Harry spoke, very quietly.

"Let her go, Malfoy."

Draco lifted his fangs from the girl's neck, ignoring the appealing feel of her heart beating. He took a last hungry look at where blood pulsed just beneath the surface and raised his face to look at Harry. "And why should I? I found someone delightfully complacent and I've decided to eat. Who knows, maybe I'll even keep her alive for next time."

The girl chose this moment to faint, sagging back against Draco. He dropped her with an expression of disdain and turned his attention back to Harry, carefully holding his wand between them.

Harry was silent so he spoke again, "What brings you to this part of London, Potter? Out for a midnight stroll in this neighborhood? It's a disgusting place, really. Everything's so dingy and horribly common. Of course, no one quite cares what happens to the sleazy girls here, either."

"Don't you touch her. Leave her there, she'll wake up in the morning with a hangover thinking this was all just a bad dream, a hallucination brought on by too much alcohol and," he sniffed the air, "probably too much cannabis, too."

"As fascinating as the idea is, Potter, you have yet to give me a reason not to bleed her dry and leave her cold and lifeless body here for her friends to find in the morning. For that matter, you haven't given me a reason not to do the same to you."

"That's just it. Do it to me instead."

"I am intrigued. Tell me more."

Harry took a deep breath and a step forward, stopping when Draco's wand poked him in the small hollow at the base of his throat. "You want someone to…feed off of. I want you to leave her, and all the others like her, alone. It's all very simple, isn't it?"

"You stupid, stupid boy. Do you have any idea what it is you are offering?"

"Yes."

Draco raised an eyebrow in eloquent disbelief. "The great Harry Potter, here before me groveling at my feet, well, close enough for now, for the life of a Muggle he's never met before. Now this is an interesting turn of events, isn't it? Now tell me, why shouldn't I just do this," with a flick of his wand Harry was bound and helpless on the ground, "and feed on you anyway?"

"Because," Harry jerked his shaggy black hair out of a mangy puddle of water, altogether ruining the aloof look he had almost achieved, "I'll come willingly."

"Now there," Draco mused, "is an interesting concept."

"I have conditions."

"Conditions? Someone in your state is hardly fit to impose conditions on any deal we might strike. I could do anything I want with you right now and to hell with your 'conditions'."

Harry ignored him. "First: don't turn me. That's easy enough, right? Second: use me, abuse me, do anything you want with me, but only me. No more preying on drunken Muggles in dark alleyways, no more frightened girls without a clue what's going on. Fuck, I'm frightened enough for all of them but I'll go along without too much of a fuss."

Draco bent over him, squatting in the filth of the alleyway. He brushed a stray strand from Harry's face and thought carefully about the offer. To kill Potter or take him as veritable slave and easy meal for years to come? The answer came to him quickly.

He flicked his wand absently and the ropes fell away. Harry stood, rubbing his wrists, awaiting the verdict. Death or a lifetime of servitude to his nemesis. Neither option really appealed but he knew which one he hoped Draco would chose, despite a slight and quickly crushed niggling in the back of his mind that the girl could not be worth this.

"Come along, Potter, we're going home."