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READ THIS: The story takes place during the sixth year, disregard the entire sixth book.

Rated T: Langue and mild violence

EDITED. (just a tad bit)

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Blood Lust
Chapter one
Bit

Draco Malfoy ran threw the forbidden forest. He could never get over how stupid he could possibly be. He was risking his life for a stupid game, just to prove that he was better then Potter. He knew Potter had tricked him into coming into the forest but if he did get the hair of the unicorn he would make Potter out to be a complete pussy.

The only problem was that he was getting chased and he knew he was going to die. In the short time he paid attention in Defense Against the Dark Arts he learned that it is impossible to out run a vampire. The only reason why he wasn't already dead on the floor was because the vampire was toying with him.

Draco wondered when it would get bored. He thought of all the possibilities of escape and so far he had nothing. The only thing he could think of was pleading to the vampire to change him instead of killing him, which in some way would eventually kill him. You have to die to become a vampire.

Suddenly the movement in the trees stopped. Draco looked up to see if he could see the vampire. There was nothing. Surely it hadn't given up? Of course not. Before Draco could realize this he felt himself being thrown against a tree.

The vampire dug its nails into Draco's flesh. Draco let out a yell of agony. The vampire laughed. "Your blood is from the purest."

"Oh I know," Draco grinned. "I'm a pureblood." Suddenly Draco realized that wasn't such a good thing.

"You're a stupid thing aren't you?" Draco tried to look at the Vampire's face but it was hidden behind a cloak. Draco tried looking under it which made the vampire hiss. "Stupid boy."

"Are you going to kill me?" Draco asked.

"I think I won't tell you, just to keep you in suspicion." The vampire teased. "Enough with the small talk. I am very hungry." The last thing Draco saw was the hood of a cloak falling off of the vampire's face revealing a very pale man with very large teeth. His face was narrow almost as if it were a triangle. The teeth sunk into his neck and the vampire began to suck.

At first it was painful. It was the most pain he had ever been in. Draco wanted to scream. He wanted the whole world to know that he was going to die but he didn't have the energy. The vampire pressed Draco harder and started to suck the blood at a more rapid pace.

Suddenly the pain started to go away being replaced by pure pleasure. It felt like every bone in his body was having an orgasm. His blood tickled with delight and he wanted it to never stop. He closed his eyes taking in every moment of it.

"You're going to die Draco," A voice hissed. Draco ignored it. If he was going to die so let it be. He was going to die in paradise. "Draco!" it snapped. "Don't let it kill you!" Draco started to become more aware of his fear of death.

"Draco!" it hissed again. "Use your wand! Stab him threw the heart!"

Draco opened his eyes once more. He took his left hand and started to dig through the pocket of his robe. It took so much energy for him to do this that there was no way he could stab it threw the vampire. He found the wand and clutched it in his hand. "Do it Draco," the voice hissed. "Kill the bastard."

With the last bit of energy he had he pulled his arm back and stabbed the vampire. His wand penetrated the flesh but Draco wasn't sure where it hit. The vampire suddenly let go of him and started to stumble backwards. It fell to the ground and stopped moving.

Draco examined it for a few seconds. "That's it? No fireworks?" he said out loud. He always thought that vampires turned into ash or something like that when they died. Draco walked over to the vampire to take out his wand. He had just put his hand on the wand and was about to pull when he heard the voice again.

"He's not dead yet," the voice told him, "drag him to the field and let the sunlight get to him."

Draco decided to listen to the voice. Even if he was crazy it was right once before. Draco grabbed the boney hands of the vampire and started to drag it. The body was light despite how tall it was. Sometimes it would get stuck on roots or in between rocks but other then that it was a relative easy journey.

Draco wished the voice would come back and tell him what was to become of him. He knew he was bitten but yet he felt the same. Maybe there had to be some kind of special blood transfer. Maybe he would be perfectly fine.

The end of the forbidden forest began to approach. Draco pulled the body over one more rock before laying it on the Hogwarts grounds. Once the job was done Draco suddenly felt tired. It was hard to stand and everything started to spin. Suddenly his neck started to burn. Draco quickly covered it with his hands.

"Not again!" he screamed. Suddenly the burning spread through out his entire body. Draco couldn't take it anymore and fell to the floor next to the vampire. Draco turned to look at the creature that did this to him. "Bastard," he spat.

With one last spasm he died.

A/N I hope you enjoyed this so far. The chapters will get longer so don't be worried. Please review and tell me what you think! Remember your reviews decided if I continue this or not!