Disclaimer: I do not own, and never will own, anything of J.K. Rowling including her furniture, her characters, and etc.

Touch of your Fangs by ako Kanmu
Chapter 1


The sun was shining brightly and its bright rays gently brushed against the windows and bricks of Hogwarts. It was the warmest day that they would receive for quite a period of time. It was the middle of October and the warmth that summer had brought was gradually deteriorating. A day such as this should have been taken to its advantage. It was all that the students attending Hogwarts hoped for. Instead, they spent the warm day inside listening to worn-out professors educate them on topics that they would forget the next day.

Draco Malfoy was only one of the students who was practically falling asleep in his seat.

Draco brushed his silvery blond hair out of his face only for it to fall back into his face and block his sight. It was already difficult to pay attention as he was eagerly looking forward to breathe in the warm air outside. Now he had his hair refusing to stay in its place. He would have groaned but Malfoys simply did not groan.

‘That won’t do,’ he thought, ‘I’ll have to get an appointment to get my hair trimmed.’

He found his life rather contradicting. He despised being a Malfoy and yet he continued to act just as society viewed Malfoys to be. He is a Malfoy and therefore, he is the best and deserves the best. He trimmed his hair at an exquisite French salon when he could wave his wand and obtain the same result. Malfoys never did anything for themselves. No, they had to have everything done for them. Never did they have to lift a finger unless absolutely necessary. Lazy is what Malfoys were.

‘Money causes people to be lazy,’ was Draco’s conclusion to his mental conversation with himself.

Finding it hard to hold in his complaints, he sighed loudly causing the class to look at him with raised eyebrows.

“Mr. Malfoy, I would appreciate it if you would sigh quietly to yourself if you are going to do so. You have caused me to forget what I was saying. Ten points from Slytherin.”

Professor McGonagall had become strangely moody since the beginning of the year. She, like Snape, took points off of the House that she disliked the most, which happened to be Slytherin.
Draco scowled causing McGonagall to remove another ten points.

Many of the students reasoned that McGonagall had met a man or a woman during the summer and had fallen hopelessly in love. Afterwards, she had become heartbroken and now become cold-hearted, especially to the Slytherins. Others alleged that McGonagall had fallen for Snape, which proved her sudden dislike for Slytherins.

Draco had his own theory though. He thought that McGonagall was going through menopause and was depressed because she was single. He kept this to himself for he had never been one to spread rumours because he found them highly annoying to listen to.

Finally, class ended but not before Draco had successfully ridden Slytherin of 50 points.

Making his way to the dungeons for Potions class, Draco glanced over to Harry Potter and frowned when he saw the golden trio laughing about someone that they called a blond maggot. The ugly redhead was laughing the loudest. He then saw the smallest Weasley, whose name he recalled to be as Ginevra. He watched and listened to their conversation eagerly as to find more subjects to taunt them with.

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Ginny rolled her eyes and glared at her brother.

“Shut it, Ron. It’s not that funny. Snape does it to you all the time and all you do is bloody complain about it.”

“That’s different, Gin, I don’t deserve it. Malfoy does.” Ron fought back.

“No, he doesn’t. McGonagall is being as unreasonable to him as Snape is to you.” Ginny stood with one hand on her hip and the other pointing judgementally at her brother, “You don’t like it when Malfoy laughs at you, so stop laughing at him.”

“Well Malfoy doesn’t like it when we laugh at him so he should stop laughing at us.”

Ron grinned at Harry and Hermione, whom nodded their heads in agreement.

“Don’t you agree, Gin?” Hermione asked.

Ginny narrowed her eyes at Hermione and stated firmly, “No Hermione, I don’t. I think that you three are being totally unreasonable.”

Draco looked intently at Ginny. She, unlike her bulky brothers, did not have tomato red hair. Instead she had a dark burgundy. Her ringlets of hair flowed mid-way down her back and caressed her school robes. Her intense brown eyes made a shiver run down Draco’s back. Never had he seen as powerful eyes as hers. Light freckles were sparsely sprinkled across her face. She was not the most beautiful girl that Draco had ever seen. Nevertheless, she was more than decent looking, not that he would ever admit that out loud.

Draco chose at this point to interrupt their argument.

“Weasel, if you would excuse me, I think I can fight my own battles.” Draco smirked as Ginny’s cheeks reddened.

“Why so happy, Weasley? Did Potter finally give you the shag that you’ve been waiting for all these years?”

Ron, after finding no other way to defend himself, used his fists to display his anger. He tried to punch Draco, but missed as Draco had moved out of the way. Hermione restrained Harry, whom was ready to join in on the fight, by whispering sweet nothings into his ear.

Ginny starred at Draco. She was glad that Ron missed. Noticing the Ginny’s eyes on him, Draco smirked at Ron and winked at Ginny. Ginny quickly relocated her eyes from Draco.

“A bit slow, Weasley. No wonder you’re our King.”

Ron growled in fury and threw another punch at Draco. His fist impacted against Draco’s cheek. Ginny pulled Ron easily away from Draco as Ron was getting ready to aim another blow at Draco.

Draco was surprised that Ron could punch so hard but he did not let it show.

“Was that a punch because I almost mistook it for tap.”

Draco eyed Ron with distaste.

“Do you fancy me, Weasley? Proving my point isn’t going to get me to like you back.”

Satisfied at seeing Ron growl out in anger, he laughed rudely and loudly as he walked away from them.

Ginny glared at his back as numerous feelings of anger and passion flowed through her body.
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It seemed as though a thousand years had passed, but it had only been a few hours. Classes ended unhurriedly and dinner was welcomed by all.
Draco was nearing the Great Hall for dinner when a commanding force pushed him into a wall.

“You, Draco Malfoy, are an idiot!” yelled Ginny angrily, “You were only provoking him to smash your arrogant face into a million pieces.”

Her face was extremely close to his and her finger pointed accusingly at him. There was barely two inches separating them. A fiery, passionate anger burned in her eyes.
Draco could feel her mint-flavoured breath brush against his nose and his cheeks.

Ginny’s eyes widened when she felt his breathe tickle her ear.

He whispered into her ear, “Why are you so angry, Weaslette? I know you fancy me. Did you think that I would not notice you starring at me and defending me in front of the noble trio?”

Draco was pushed back into the wall.

“I don’t fancy you!” Ginny whispered angrily back afraid that someone would overhear them talking.

“Then explain exactly why you were starring at me and defending me. Why would a Weasley defend a Malfoy?” His voice was deep and sexy.

'Why must his voice sound like that,’ she thought, trying to ignore the fact that she was slightly turned on by it.

“I felt sorry for you!” Ginny said as she struggled to defend herself. She felt oddly uncomfortable around him; she shouldn’t have confronted him.

“You felt sorry for me for the past year and a half? Do you think I’m stupid! Don’t even try to lie!” Draco bellowed loudly, “No Weasley would feel sorry for a Malfoy.”

“I did feel sorry for you! But-” Her cheeks were pink from her bursting anger, “now I realise that you don’t deserve to have someone to feel sorry for you!”

Relieved that she had an excuse to turn away, Ginny turned around abruptly and stalked off to the direction of the Great Hall.

Draco brushed his robes off as if he had dirt on him. The world stood still for him as he starred at the retreating back of the livid Weasley.

Disclaimer: I do not own, and never will own, anything of J.K. Rowling including her furniture, her characters, and etc.

Touch of your Fangs by ako Kanmu

Chapter 2


Dinner in the Great Hall was noisy as usual. Typically, Ginny would have been part of the reckless racket, although today she wanted to hurt every single person or object that made a sound.

Her anger was focussed mainly on the one and only Draco Malfoy. He had arrived at Hogwarts in his first year as a simple pretty boy but now he was tall, dashing, and prince-like. He not only had a champion physique, but he was also successful in the academic area. He was smart, and good looking, though unfortunately a shame he was a complete git to all existing Weasleys.

It was peculiar that this was solely the reason that she became attracted to him. His accusations were correct. She did fancy him; heck, she stared at him at every given chance. He was a book, ready to open up and read. Thus she hated herself for not being more subtle about it.

She observed his behaviour thoroughly. When he was angry, he pulled on his right ear until he had to go to the hospital wing for a Pain-Relieving Potion. He would also exasperatingly complain about the food served at the Great Hall and how the house elves never seem to serve his favourite dishes. She found him always running his hand through his hair, which was something that she longed to do for him. Ginny also took note of how Draco seemed to have some kind of love for spicy foods. Every time spicy chicken, spicy beef, or even spicy oyster was served, Draco seemed to sport a grin when he though no one was looking. Of course, someone was always looking and that someone was Ginny Weasley.

Taking pleasure in watching him show off his slick "I'm the ruler of the world" attitude made her want to snog him senseless. Ginny didn't know why she was attracted to his rude behaviour.

Perhaps she was just sick of good little boys like Harry Potter.

Today he had suddenly revealed something. No matter how much she could deny the fact, he was unable to be fooled. He knew it. He knew that Ginny fancied him.

Which is why she was so distraught and chafed at the moment.

She found everyone around her annoying, but she found her brother especially exasperating. He was sitting in front of her, chewing on his food with his mouth opened. Every so often he would try to talk, but only slurs of nonsense came out of his mouth. Ginny found mouthfuls of spit already splattered on her face. She tried to make him realise his annoying habit by glaring coldly at him. Yet, he did not realise that it was mainly him that was annoying her.

"What's wrong Gin? Are you hungry?" Ron spat a few gallons of food and saliva onto her face, causing her to scowl even more at him.

He plopped several mounds of mashed potatoes onto her plate. She hated mashed potatoes.

"I'm not hungry, Ron." Every word that left her mouth was filled with spite but Ron was unaware.

"Even if you aren't hungry, you should eat. Look at yourself! You're skinnier than a broom!" Ron poured some gruel and oatmeal onto her plate, which was already full of mash potatoes. The three foods mixed together, creating a large pile of vulgarity.

The sight of the food caused her to lose her appetite altogether. She wanted to puke.

"I won't be able to finish all of this!" Ginny stated firmly, hoping he would understand that he had given her too much food to eat.

Ron gave her a suspicious look, "You eat ten times this much at home!"

Ginny crossed her arms around her chest before huffing out a big breath of air, "Well, Ron, we aren't at home, are we?"

Ron stood up and glowered at her.

"Ginevra Molly Weasley! Eat your dinner now!"

She groaned in annoyance and shot daggers at her brother.
"Bloody hell Ron, I don't want to eat!" she spoke this through her clenched teeth. "By the way, would you bloody sit down! Merlin, you are such a drama queen."

Ginny's cheeks were tinted with pink, while Ron's were tomato red. He was ready to explode. Ron clenched his teeth together and let out his roar.

"Have you become anorexic? You never eat anymore! I give you a little bit of food to eat and you get a temper tantrum!"

"Oh Puh-lease," she said spitefully, making sure to exaggerate, "anyone who has ever looked at me remotely for five seconds can tell you my thighs are bigger than England and my arse jiggles for an hour after eating dinner."

"Your arse doesn't jiggle for an hour after dinner!" Ron stated disgustedly.

"Yes it does," she reasoned irritably, "you can any bloke who likes to stare at the bottoms of girls, and anyone of them will tell you that my arse does!"

Ron had to stop and think about it for a second. Oh good gracious, his sister was so weird. He simply couldn't believe that she thought that her arse jiggled.

"Seamus! What do you think of my sister's arse after dinner?" Ron asked Seamus at the other end of the Gryffindor table as calmly as possible, which wasn't very calm at all.

"Well, now that you mention it, Ginny has a very nic-" Dean elbowed Seamus in the stomach before he could finish.

Upon realising that he was about to make a very bad mistake, Seamus gave Dean a thankful look before replying again, "I mean, Ginny's butt is very flat and she should eat more."

The look on Ron's face was priceless as he strode over to Seamus and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt.

"You look at Ginny's arse?" he questioned angrily.

Seamus winced as he heard his shirt tear, "Yes, I mean no, I don't."

"Then how come you knew her arse was flat?"

Before Seamus could think of a reply and Ron could knock Seamus unconscious, Ginny shouted ill-temperedly at Ron.

"Ron, for goodness sakes! Stop being such a prat, sit down, and shut up so everyone can eat their dinner in peace!"

The people watching were surprised when they actually saw steam coming out of Ron's ears.

"You're telling me to shut up?" Ron looked purely shocked, "I'm only looking out for you! Do you want blokes to be starring at your arse without you knowing!"

Ginny rolled her eyes and stated quite sternly, "No, of course not…"

Ron, however, didn't seem to hear this at all as he paled at a sudden epiphany.

"Oh no, you must like it when they stare at your arse. Merlin, you're turning into a scarlet woman. I must owl Mum and tell her."

Ron began to run out of the hall in haste, but Ginny quickly grabbed his arm.

"What!" she exclaimed in a offended tone, "you are not going to owl Mum. Every time you owl Mum about me, I always end up looking like trash."

"Let go of my arm." His voice was calm in a creepy sort of way.

Ginny shook her head and only held on tighter.

"I said, let go of my arm."

As Ron tried to pull his arm away, he realised that Ginny was far stronger than she looked. How she got this strong, he didn't know. However, he had a slight suspicion that the disappearance of the muggle weights that Hermione had given him a few years ago had something to do with it.

"No, Mum is going to end up sending me a Howler after this. I know it. I hate it when she sends Howlers to me. They are always so much harsher than yours because I'm her baby girl!"

Ginny looked as furious as ever. Ron nearly wanted to give up when he saw the angry spark in her eye, but he was too overprotective. He didn't want to let her continue leading her life down the wrong path as a scarlet woman.

"If you aren't going to let go of my arm, I'm going to have to yank my arm away. Then that will send you flying!"

Ron really didn't know how he was supposed to wrench his arm away from her. He did know that he wouldn't escape Ginny uninjured and would probably have to visit the Hospital Wing after sending his Mum a letter.

Ginny's grasp on his arm was still as tight as ever.

Ron waited a few good moments to see if she was ever going to give up. Upon noting the fact that she was never ever going to, Ron used all of his strength to pull his arm away from Ginny. Then using his other hand, he pushed her away to prevent her from grasping onto his arm again.

Ginny landed on her bum on the hard floor. Ron quickly ran out of the Great Hall as Ginny recovered from her fall.

After muttering a few curses as she rubbed her injured bum, she discovered that Ron had disappeared. Ginny dashed out of the Great Hall after her brother. The wind created from her movements caused her hair to flow swiftly behind her.

The other students, especially the Slytherins, began whispering and gossiping amongst each other when she disappeared from sight.

Draco, on the other hand, didn't pay much attention as his fellow Slytherins crudely gossiped about Ginny and Ron's fight. He heard little bits of some juicy lies about a relationship between the two siblings involving incest. He laughed along with them even though he felt incredibly sickened by their remarks. Dirty jokes were still jokes. However, when they got too dirty, they weren't funny anymore.

As soon as he was finished eating dinner, he left the Great Hall without muttering any farewells.

Draco Malfoy walked through the twists and turns of the dungeons making his way back to his private room. It was half as large as the common room. The lights were dimmed; there was barely enough light for Draco to see.

He ducked under his bed and pulled out a trunk. It, like any other object in his room, was free of dust as if it were constantly opened and used.

Draco fumbled under his shirt, trying to grasp the chain around his neck. When he had the chain clenched in his hand, he took it off of his neck. The chain only carried a single ring, which Draco pulled off of the chain after unhooking it. Draco placed the ring in a space in the trunk that seemed to be made just to fit the ring. The ring emitted an eerie red light before a soft click was heard from the trunk. Draco opened the trunk and placed the ring back onto the chain before returning it around his neck.

The contents of the truck did not seem suspicious as it only contained a large stack of parchment. Draco knew, however, that underneath all this parchment was her last words, her last letter, and inevitably all that he had left of her. Letting out a mixed sigh of frustration and anguish, he picked up the parchment and neatly stacked it beside him.

Draco Malfoy held the bloodied letter in his fingertips. He ran his hand through his hair similarly to when he fought with his mother before coming to Hogwarts. He blinked away a few tears before they could fall as he examined her last words.

Draco had hid the letter well, not letting anyone find it. How was he to explain why he had a bloodied letter from whom the entire Wizardry World thought was still alive? No one knew about her death except for his father, the woman who pretended to be his mother using a Polyjuice Potion, and himself.

He felt a nostalgic heart wrenching presence in his heart, as he reminisced of one of his last days with his mother. It was the summer before he began to attend Hogwarts.

Narcissa was watching the house elves water the display of flowers in the Malfoy Manor Gardens. As she observed the captivating terrace through the window, Draco joined her for tea.

"Draco, a tad after noon, my dearest friend from school is coming to the manor. I want you to meet her and her daughter." Narcissa smiled as she told her son.

The ten year old Draco frowned as he spoke quietly, "It's not another one of those women with daughters who would follow me around all day, is it?"

Narcissa laughed at her son's comment. Lucius used to set up play dates for Draco and the Parkinsons' daughter. However, after Draco had coldly caused the young girl to run out of the manor with tears streaming down her face, the Parkinsons had refused to arrange any more play dates. They didn't know that Draco had been beaten horrendously afterwards while his mother was resting in her room.

"Honey, you know I would never do that to you," she said with a grin, "I met this friend of mine from Hogwarts. She's a few years older than I am. Nevertheless, she was always there when I needed her."

"How come I've never heard you speak of her before?"

"It has been a very long time since I have been able to talk to her. I thought I'd never be able to have another conversation with her again. You see, Draco, her husband and your father do not get along very well. Thus, we grew apart." Narcissa lifted up her teacup to take a sip of tea before continuing, "Recently, I ran into her in Diagon Alley and we decided to have tea. She's been very busy after all these years. After all she does have plenty of childr-"

An owl landed right in front of Narcissa, interrupting her, onto the table causing the teapot to roll onto the floor and smash into many pieces. Draco motioned from a house elf to come to clean the mess up as his mother pulled the parchment from the owl's grasp, unrolled it and read the letter carefully. Her smile faltered as she placed the letter in the pocket of her robes.

"She couldn't make it today, but I'm sure we'll be able to have another meeting some other time."

Draco glanced at his mother. She still had a smile on her face, but it was nowhere as glamorous as it was a few moments prior to receiving the letter. Draco felt furious, knowing in his heart that his mother was in denial and that she was unhappy.

"You two are never going to see each other again, are you?" Draco stated angrily, "It is because of father isn't it? Why, he must've done something otherwise your friend would be here right now, sipping tea with you! Why does Father not get along with your friend's husband? Is it because they do not belong to a family of purebloods? Or perhaps, is it because they don't support the Dark Lord!"

Narcissa smiled at her young son as she ruffled his hair.

"You're growing up, Draco, and you're beginning to think for yourself. There's no need for me to justify whether or not your father really did ruin my lovely afternoon because you already have your own beliefs. I ask you, would you believe me even if I told you he didn't? Of all the people on this Earth, I know you the best and I know that you would continue to believe what you want to believe." Narcissa was silent for a moment before she began to speak again, "You got that from your father."

"I got nothing from Father, I'm nothing like him!" Draco snapped at his mother.

"Oh really?" Narcissa said mockingly to Draco, "If you're nothing like your father, tell me where you get this beautiful silvery blond hair from or your blue-gray eyes. I'm sure they didn't just magically appear on you one day. You certainly didn't get them from me."

Draco tried to glare at his mother, but failed as she smiled brilliantly at him.

"Hmph, I would have rather obtained your dirty blond hair and your blue eyes than what I got from him!"

Narcissa laughed at her son as he crossed his arms around his chest.
"One day, Draco, you'll be thanking your father for giving you the handsome Malfoy attributes. Girls will be jumping all over you."

Draco frowned at his mother, failing to see the humor in the situation.

"I don't see what's so pleasant about having pig-faced girls trying to grope me as I walk down the corridors."

Narcissa only laughed more as she ruffled his hair and preoccupied herself with her son, knowing that in a matter of weeks, he would be away from her.

Her laughter still rang in his ears after all these years. His hands gripped tighter on the letter before gently placing it back into the trunk and locking it away to be taken out another night. Seven years had passed since he had seen her smiling down on him. Time was supposed to make the pain subside, but Draco's pain only grew as days past by.

Merlin, he missed her so much.

Disclaimer: I do not own, and never will own, anything of J.K. Rowling including her furniture, her characters, and etc.

Touch of your Fangs by ako Kanmu
Chapter 3

Two days have passed since the argument in the Great Hall and the students were still wildly gossiping about it. Usually, people questioned whether or not Ginny was a scarlet woman. Another hot topic was if Ginny's arse really jiggled for an hour after dinner. Draco had had a few good laughs from these rumours, but like all rumours, they eventually got annoying.

Although he was going through a serious case of nostalgia, he wore a facade and hid his emotions by laughing along. Draco was still thinking constantly of his mother.

He remembered how his mother had taught him morals about treating others with dignity and respect. Even though this was kept bottled up, he felt an obligation to be rude to the Gryffindors. They said that Slytherins were cocky, smug, and evil but did they ever look at themselves? Did they know they were just as bad as Slytherins were? Perhaps it is the House Rivalry that made him hate Gryffindors so deeply. He was particularly offensive to the Weasel, Mudblood, and Potter simply because they deserved to be insulted. He knew that even if they had been sorted into Slytherin rather than Gryffindor, he would still have a strong hatred for them.

When the Golden Trio had violated each and every one of the school rules near the end of his first year, they were not only left unpunished, but they were awarded for their achievements. It was totally unjust of how he would be punished for his minor violations, while they could get away with breaking the laws of Hogwarts. To put it briefly, Draco hated them because they were Dumbledore's Pets.

Was Draco Malfoy jealous of three bothersome people? No, he was far from being jealous. If he wanted to be able to break any rule that he sought and be rewarded, he would have become a murderous Death Eater long ago. Of course, this wasn't the case, and he would never become a Death Eater.

People invisioned him as an exact replica of his father, because he made the lives of the Gryffindors a living hell.

In his first year, he only teased and taunted to relieve his stress and worry for his mother. To see others hurt, made him feel as if he was not the only one in the world who was utterly depressed. After his mother's death, he continued this act of mentally scarring his peers to keep himself from being lonely. Although he yearned to revenge his mother, he delayed it.
Having his revenge would only be admitting that his mother was indeed gone. If he acknowledged his mother's death, it would actually be confessing that he really was alone in the world. As each year went by, this tactic of avoiding revenge and teasing his peers slowly deteriorated. This was his seventh year and the teasing and the delaying did not work.

This was the year that he would get his revenge but he knew that he could not do this by himself. Why? Simply because two heads are better than one. No matter how intelligent he is, Draco could not be able to solve each and every situation by himself.

This brought him to his current agenda at hand. He needed to make a list of females that he could flirt with until they agreed help him. Draco could not just work with any female. This was almost as important as picking a wife to Draco. She had to be flawless.

This girl could not be a prefect, could not have a boyfriend, or be a member of the Quidditch team. A prefect, an unavailable female, and a member of the Quidditch team would be constantly busy and would be useless to this project. Draco had resigned from his position of the captain of the Slytherin's Quidditch team at the end of last term, somehow knowing that he wouldn't have time for it this year.
The girl must also be able to get into the restricted section of the library. Plenty of the clues and information needed was in the restricted section of Hogwarts. Not any simpleton would be able to interpret these clues and use them to solve the case. He also wanted someone who had less than common knowledge about vampires. Draco knew that there was probably no one who could meet up with all of his criteria, but it wouldn't hurt to try.

Currently, while he sat in the library, he struggled to find people who met all of his demands. Draco ruffled his hair in fury.

'Are there no smart girls in this large school?' Draco complained in his mind. He felt exhausted even though he had done nothing.

As if it was a sign, a slightly pink Ginny Weasley stalked into the library, followed by an outraged, purple-faced Ron Weasley.

"Go away, Ron, before I decide to stomp on your head!" Ginny obliviously sat beside the table where Draco was currently sitting. This caused him to hear every word of their quiet argument.

"Ginny, be quiet for a second and let me explain!" Ron slammed his fists onto the table in frustration.

Draco narrowed his eyes in annoyance at Ginny and Ron's direction. Normally he would have gladly obliged to listen to this argument. Today, however, he was trying to concentrate to the matter at hand. He hoped that Madame Pince would kick them out of the library so that he'd be able to think. However, Draco finally noticed that Madame Pince was not in the library at the moment.

"No!" She threw a random book from her bag at Ron. Ron yelped and ducked as it missed his head by a mere inch. The book landed under Draco's table but Ginny was too busy glaring at her ignorant brother to notice.

"I don't have to listen to your stupid, ugly, lying mouth! I can't believe you told mom that I was whoring around with all the boys in Gryffindor! Do you know what she said in that Howler? She said that she was ashamed. Bloody ashamed that her baby girl wasn't a virgin anymore. By the way, Ron, I am a virgin!"

Her eyes were watering slightly but she swiftly wiped them away.

"You know what else she said? She said I couldn't go to Romania this summer because she was afraid that I'd flirt with all the handsome Romanian boys there and end up pregnant. I was looking forward to that trip for years. I've always wanted to go to Romania and see the Dragons!"

She ferociously pushed Ron away from her, "You are lucky that I didn't kill you after I got that Howler from mom!"

As she scowled at him, her eyes revealed her hatred and disgust at him. Ginny sat back down and faced her back to Ron. He was clueless to how upset Ginny actually was. Ron glowered at her. He just thought she was a brat.

"I didn't mean for that to happen, Ginny, honest. I just didn't want Mum to prevent you from going to Romania. I was just worried about you Ginny…"

Ginny growled at him.

"If you were just worried, you didn't have to make up such a huge lie. Now Mum is never going to look at me the same way ever again!" Ginny huffed, "Save your lies for some foolish girl who will believe them, like Lavender. She's been clinging onto you like a wet shirt lately, go tell your lies to her!"

Ron was insulted by her comment about Lavender, whom he had in fact been fancying for quite a period of time now.
"If you're going to be a brat like that then I am not going to even try to obtain your bloody forgiveness!"

He stomped out of the library relieving the students, including a frowning Draco Malfoy, who were trying to work.

Ginny sniffed and began studying for the Potions test that she had the next day.

Draco sighed in relief. As he looked through his notes on what he needed in his girl, he accidentally knocked down his homework that he had been working on prior to this.
When he bent down under the table to pick up his scattered papers, he noticed a book that was rather old and tattered. Sitting back on his chair, he curiously opened the book to the first page.

October 31, the fifth year of the reign of Ernest Fudge

'Ernest Fudge…' Draco thought, 'he was the third Minister of Magic during 500-560 AD! Bloody Hell, this book is ancient.'

Draco began to read the words on the yellowed page.

There are some things that I cannot understand--such as the Ministry of Magic. How can they ignore the threat of those Vampires in the foreign lands east of us? As each day goes by, they pretend it isn't there and people are continuing to die and become blood-sucking beasts. I am only one man out of a million. I only wish I were able to save the lives of those people.
Several months ago, my fellow aurors and myself travelled to the foreign lands to seek partnership with their society of Witches and Wizards in a large village as an assignment from the Ministry of Magic. When we arrived after flying for three months on broomstick, we discovered that something odd was amidst. People lived in fear. They hardly left their homes, or walked the streets.
When we asked why everyone was so in horrified, they told us all about these creatures that they called Vampires. I was horrified by their description.
An image was drawn in my head of these horrible creatures. I was told that these creatures were actually once human. Their two canine teeth would become long fangs that they would stab into your neck and then they would suck your blood until there was nothing left. And then, you too would become a vampire, a beast, a monster. They were frighteningly fast monsters that could catch you no matter how fast you ran, no matter how fast you tried to escape it. And when you became a vampire, you would try to control yourself, but your urge… No, your thirst for blood would stop you from thinking any rational thought.
We decided that we would only stay one night in that village and then head back home to report to the Ministry of Magic about the vampires. That one night was all that it took for my comrades to be annihilated. Who knew that the very house we were staying in for the night belonged to a Vampire?
I will never forget the moment when I was awakened from my sleep only to see two of my friends on the floor, with two holes in their throats, dead and my other friend's blood being drunk by the Vampire. I was petrified in fear. I watched my friends, waiting for them to wake up and begin to live the life of a vampire. The villager had told us that after you were bitten you would wake up immediately afterwards and you were a vampire. However, they never did wake up. I grabbed my broom and my belongings and I flew away before the vampire could catch me.
I find it shocking that my friends didn't transform into blood-sucking vampires. Perhaps that particular vampire that bit my friends wasn't powerful enough to turn them into vampires.
When I had arrived back home after two months of flying. I was able to make it back faster because I barely made any stops unless it was absolutely necessary.
When I told the Minister about the vampires, he told me that the vampires would never make their way here to England, so why should we try to stop them?

I was never so shocked in my life. I want to go and kill those beasts and I have begun researching through old documents to see if I can create a way to do so. Although I am one man, I know that maybe in the slightest way, I can make a difference.

-Tyrus Weasley


Draco's eyes were nearly popping out of his head by the time that he finished reading the page. This was the journal of Tyrus Weasley, a man who was the ancestor of the current Weasley Clan. The journal was quite a handy source of information that could easily help him.

He glanced at Ginny. At that moment, he decided that she could help him in his investigation of Vampires. After all, she did fancy him. With a little blackmail and flirtation, he could easily obtain her aid.

Draco smirked.

'Perfect.'