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Draco Malfoy & the House of Seraphim	By : KaliDiah Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > General - Misc Views: 20461 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"You seem to be rather ... chipper, Mr. Malfoy," Snape stated with what passed as a grin.

"I suppose. It's a relief, everyone being gone now. No one to bother me incessantly about everything." He was in the process of organizing the storage closet.

Snape actually chuckled. "Are you sure it has nothing to do with those vampires?"

Draco faltered a moment. Was he that transparent? He didn't want anyone to know how he felt around them. He felt alive, he felt real, safe, loved. If anyone found out about that, especially Snape, he would never hear the end of it. He had to think of something that would appease the Potions Master. "Well, I have to admit, I find them intriguing. I mean, how many people have the opportunity to study vampires up close and personal, without the threat of bodily harm?"

Snape stopped and thought a moment. "That is very true. With all this attention being given to You-Know-Who, most of the Wizarding world has forgotten that there are other evils out there."

Draco turned to regard the professor. "They're not evil," he nearly snapped. "They both have souls, and actually fight evil in Los Angeles."

Snape raised an eyebrow. "A bit defensive, are we?"

"Well, one should never generalize," Draco chided. "Every individual has different experiences and circumstances, so a blanket statement such as 'all vampires are evil' just doesn't work."

Snape nodded. "Too true. Of course, this just means that they would be more valuable to research."

Draco blinked at him. "What are you getting at, Sir?"

"I know what you're going through, and that staying the summer here was the last thing on your list of things to do. With the other students gone, you will most likely be terribly bored. I will do what I can to keep you ... entertained." Draco knew that to Snape, "entertainment" translated to "work". "However, I can really only do so much. So, I would like to propose a project for you."

"Like what, Professor?" Draco was genuinely intrigued now.

"Have you ever heard of the Watchers' Council?"

Draco wracked his brain for a moment, but no recollection came. "I don't believe so."

Snape nodded. "I would think not. They worked very hard to keep a low profile. That is, until their headquarters exploded quite suddenly a couple years ago."

"Oh." Draco still didn't understand what the Potions Master was trying to say.

"In any case, they specialized in gathering information on various ... demonic entities. They're main focus was vampires. Reason being, they were responsible for training young women with extraordinary strength and speed to destroy them. They were called Slayers, and only one was awakened at a time. Well, again, that changed a couple years ago.

"The information the Watchers had gathered about vampires was generally done from a distance. As you said, getting close was difficult. Thus, most of their information was probably ..."

"Less than correct?" Draco offered with a smirk.

Snape mirrored the expression. "Quite. Plus, nearly all of what they had was destroyed."

"I think I understand what you're proposing, Sir. That I spend the summer getting close to Angel and Spike, and getting the correct information."

"Something along those lines, yes. There is so much about vampiric rituals and lifestyles that we know nothing about. It would be a rare opportunity, especially for someone so young."

Draco thought about it. He supposed it wouldn't be too hard at all to get information from the vampires. True, they both had souls, but they were still vampires. They would have a very unique insight. And Snape was right, this would be an incredible opportunity. This would show everyone his potential.

He nodded. "I will do it. However, I can assure you that it will be more than just a report. I think this subject is book-worthy."

"My, what ambition, Mr. Malfoy. With that sort of determination, it's bound to be a success. Not even Potter would be able to deny that."

Draco smiled cruelly. Oh, he had forgotten about that. He would achieve something the Boy Who Lived couldn't. "That would be an added bonus."

Snape let out a low chuckle. "Indeed it would, Mr. Malfoy. Indeed it would. And what a great way to prove yourself. Providing inside information about a great source of evil, so that it can be eradicated."

Panic began to rise, and he fought the urge to just flee. It seemed as if Snape knew his secret, that he had joined the good fight. He didn't want anyone to know that he had officially changed sides. Not yet. He wanted to save it for last minute. He wanted ... well, he wanted to be a secret weapon, an ace in the hole. And the more people who knew about it, the more likely the wrong people would find out.

"S-Sir?" he stuttered.

"Don't worry," Snape said lightly, returning his gaze to his paperwork. "I won't say anything to anyone. In fact, we never have to speak of it again."

Draco nodded and returned his attention to the cabinet. He breathed a sigh of relief. He knew he could trust Snape, as no matter what happened, the professor had always supported him. But he still didn't know why he trusted Angel and Spike ... or rather Liam and Will. They were complete strangers. He didn't open up to his best friends the way he had to the vampires. Not that he had a plethora of best friends either, but that was neither here nor there.

He remembered how they had purred to calm him, and his breath caught. It had been the most amazing sound he had ever heard, and he suddenly wished he was back in the suite with them. As he imagined himself, once again surrounded by their strength and the deep rumbling, he found himself rather flustered. He felt the blush that started at his toes and nearly reached his ears.

He had been attracted to males before, and though he'd had many a snogging session with many a young man, he had only had sex with one. That was Blaise Zabini, toward the middle of last year. They had been together seven times before they both decided it was too risky. There were too many speculations as to where Blaise's loyalties didn't lie. Both boys knew that Draco could get in serious trouble for associating with someone who didn't support Voldemort, even though they had been best friends since childhood. But even with his attraction to men, he had never considered having an actual long-standing romantic relationship with them ... or anyone, for that matter.

He had also never been interested in men that were any more than a year or two older. But now, he found himself starting to fantasize about a couple of vampires that were far more than two years older than him. And the fact that one of them will pretty much be him in about ten years ... He shuddered. There had to be some psychiatric term for that, he just knew it.

He decided that he had finally gone round the bend, and was now completely insane. He shook his head and chuckled, clearing the thoughts that had him bothered. He was pretty sure that they didn't feel anything for him, so it was useless for him to even entertain those kinds of notions.

He continued to organize the cabinet. Once done, he took inventory of what Snape had. It didn't take too long, and he found himself writing so quickly that his list was getting less and less legible.

Snape noticed his haste and asked, "Somewhere to be, Mr. Malfoy?"

Draco looked up in surprise. When Snape gestured to the list, he noticed how horrible it looked. "Oh, damn," he muttered. "I ... that is ... Angel asked if I could give him and Spike a tour today, and since we have a lot of ground to cover ..."

"Ah, I see."

"And, well, with the thought of that research project ..."

Snape grinned. "Yes, yes. Go. Since you've done the organizing, it will be a simple matter to count. I am capable of doing that, you know."

Draco chuckled. "Thank you, Professor." He turned to leave and was almost out the door.

"Draco," Snape suddenly said, his tone so quiet he had almost missed it.

He turned back. "Yes, Professor?"

"Just be careful. Even though they have souls, the potential for danger is still there. Don't get pulled into something you can't get out of." He then smiled. "Unless, of course, you want to."

Draco blinked in disbelief. Was Snape insinuating something? "Y-yes. I'll be careful. Thank you."

Snape nodded, and returned to his paperwork.

Draco turned and left. After closing the door, he leaned against the wall and pondered. What had Snape been getting at? Abruptly, the fantasies that had begun to form earlier came back. Draco's eyes grew wide. Surely the professor hadn't meant ... did he? Draco swallowed hard and fought to regain composure. It was only his first day of summer break, and already his life was turning upside-down.

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Angel sat on the plush couch, propped against one arm, reading a book. Spike sat at the opposite side, staring at the fire.

"Angel? Why is there a fire when it's summer?"

Without looking up, he answered. "There are always fires going here. It's how they transport themselves and contact each other."

"Oh."

Silence.

"But ... don't they get burned?"

"Nope. They use a special powder that transforms the fire, so it doesn't burn."

"Oh."

Silence.

"So, it's like a combination telephone and transporter pad?"

"In a way, yes."

"Oh."

Silence.

"Bored."

"I know you are, Spike."

"Wanna see Draco."

"Me, too. But you have to be patient. He has responsibilities. You remember what those are, don't you?"

Spike presented his middle finger to his Grand-Sire and continued to watch the fire.

Angel had yet to turn away from the book, but nevertheless replied, "Now, now, now. Don't talk to me in that tone of gesture, young man. I may have to take you over my knee." He looked up at last and smirked.

Spike pretended as if he was seriously thinking about his options, then repeated the gesture.

"Okay, that's it!" Angel threw down the book, grabbed his Grand-Childe and dragged him squealing until he was bent over his knee, rear end available for smacking. Spike laughed and awaited the inevitable. Angel raised his hand into the air and was about to bring it down when a knock sounded at the door. Both vampires knew instantly who it was. "Draco!" Angel cried, jumping up and unceremoniously dumping Spike on the floor.

"OW! You bloody ponce!"

"Draco," Angel said excitedly as he opened the door.

"How did you know it was me?"

"Well," Spike said, dragging himself from the floor, "for one, we could smell ya. Second, we weren't expectin' anyone else."

Draco laughed. "Ah, I see." He stepped past Angel and gave Spike a questioning glance. "Dare I ask why you were on the floor?"

"He dumped me there," Spike answered, pointing to Angel.

"Well, if you hadn't misbehaved, I wouldn't have had to spank you."

Draco cocked an eyebrow at Angel. "Do I even want to know?"

"He gave me the finger. I told him if he did it again, I'd take him over my knee."

"Let me guess, he did it again."

"With conviction!" Spike added. "You knocked before he could actually bring his hand down. Next time, wait a few minutes before you knock, kay?"

Another surprised glance. "You wanted him to ... spank you?"

"It's ... a vampire thing," Angel said sheepishly.

Draco chuckled. "I'll have to remember that."

Angel and Spike shared a glance. "Why?" Spike asked.

Draco then explained the project Snape had suggested. Both concurred that it would be a rare chance to really get the inside scoop on vampires, and they agreed to help however possible. This pleased Draco greatly, and in his excitement, he hugged the nearest of them, which happened to be Spike.

After a brief moment of astonishment, Spike smiled and returned the embrace. "You're welcome, pet," he murmured.

After moment, Draco pulled away and grinned. "So, are you ready for your tour?" he asked.

"I am if he is," Spike said, pointing to Angel.

"I'm ready."

"Well, then, let's go!" Draco led them out of the suite and all the way back to the entrance hall. "I thought we'd start from the bottom up."

Spike pointed to a pair of staircases that led down. "I assume there's more bottom to the bottom?"

"Yes, but there's really nothing down there, just the Dungeons, kitchen ..."

"I want to see it." Angel smiled at him.

Draco sighed. "Okay, okay." He led them down the right staircase into a wide, brightly-lit corridor. There were paintings of food on the walls.

"Kitchens?" Spike surmised.

Draco smiled and pointed ahead of them to a large painting of a bowl of fruit. "There. Want a peek?"

Angel and Spike once again looked at each other and shrugged. "Sure," they answered in tandem.

Draco chuckled and tickled the pear in the painting. It swung open to reveal the kitchen. "See, this is directly below the Great Hall, and those tables are lined up exactly with our tables up there. The house-elves prepare the food, then magickally transport it up to our tables."

"Nice," Spike said.

They stood and watched the house-elves scurrying around. Some were washing pots and pans, some were sorting through foodstuffs, others were checking equipment for deterioration. "Since it's summer," Draco whispered, "they don't have to worry about making large meals. So, they spend a lot of time repairing things, going through inventory, and the like."

The vampires nodded, and Draco closed the door. "Down this way is the Hufflepuff common room and dorms. Unfortunately, I don't know the password or anything, so I can't show you the inside. In fact, the only House rooms I can show you are Slytherin." He turned and headed for the stairs again, Angel and Spike right behind him.

"There's a lot of ... competition between the Houses, isn't there?" Angel asked.

Draco nodded. "In several different areas. You see, Professors can award or detract points from each House, so it's a constant contest."

"What do you get points for?" Spike asked.

"Well, depends on the Professor. Some will give you points for answering a tough question correctly, or if they find you helping someone, or whatever they deem awardable. Same with detracting. Some, like Professor Snape, who is the Head of the Slytherin House, will use any excuse to take away points from a specific House. His favorite is Gryffindor, specifically through Harry Potter." They had reached the top of the stairs, and turned to go down the stairs on the other side of the hall.

"Reminds me of home," Spike mused as they walked through the dank corridor.

"Excuse me?! You happen to live in one of the poshest apartments in L.A.!" Angel retorted.

"Meant the crypt, love."

"Oh."

Draco stopped in the dark passage and looked at Spike in confusion. "You actually used to live in a crypt?"

"Yes, well, had nowhere else to go at the time. And, there was a cavern under it that I decorated all nice, and ... shut up, Liam." Angel had began to chuckle. "Sorry I didn't have your propensity for livin' the high life. What with the mansion and that swank hotel o' yours."

"What can I say, I like a little style." Angel just shrugged.

"Maybe you are a bloody Slytherin after all," Spike grumbled, causing the other two laugh loudly.

Draco continued to lead the vampires though the Dungeon corridors. Finally they came to the hidden door of the Slytherin dorms. Neither Angel nor Spike were surprised when the small snake moved to regard them. It hissed something, and Angel cocked his head to listen.

"She wants to know if you're any better from yesterday," he stated plainly.

Draco nearly fell over. "You can speak Parseltongue?!"

"I take it that's not a normal occurrence around here?" Spike asked.

"Absolutely not! Only the heirs of Salazar Slytherin are able to understand and speak it. Well, except for Potter, but then he absorbed some of Voldemort's power when he was attacked as a baby."

"Well, in demon realms, Parseltongue is quite common. All of the snake clans speak one version or another, so it's in a person's best interest to learn it if one wishes to survive." Angel smirked.

Draco looked to Spike, who nodded. "Maybe not as many dialects as Liam, but enough to get by."

"So, it's something that can be ... learned?"

"Yes," Angel answered. "It's by no means easy, and it takes a great deal of intelligence." He looked once more at the snake. "You still haven't answered her."

"Oh, um, yes, I'm better. Much. Thank you."

Angel smiled, and began to emit the strange hissing sounds that comprised the language. The small serpent hissed back, and the vampire's grin widened. "She says that she's glad. She was quite worried about you, as you seemed extremely distraught."

"I had just found out that my parents had disappeared," Draco said by way of explanation.

"Should I tell her?"

Draco thought for a moment. "I ... I suppose it's okay. It's nice to know I have at least one ally in the Slytherin House, however minute she may be." He smiled at the snake, and waited for Angel to tell her.

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Draco was upset yesterday because his parents disappeared, Angel hissed in Parseltongue.

The small snake's eyes widened. They left Master Draco all alone? Angel just nodded. How horrible! the serpent exclaimed. But, he is alright now?

Yes. My companion and I are going to help him. He nodded toward Spike.

Master Draco's father is Master Lucius, and his mother is Mistress Narcissa, yes? Again, Angel nodded and she puffed up a bit. Then they shall not be allowed to pass through this door! Slytherins do not abandon their own, especially those bound by blood!

Angel raised both eyebrows. He hadn't expected such a reaction. But he then smiled. You are right, they don't. You need not worry, though. My friend is actually the brother of Lucius' father's father.

He is a vampire, as are you.

He is a Childe of my own, yes.

That is good, then. Master Draco shall have family.

He certainly shall.

What be your names?

I am Liam, he is Will.

Then both you and Master Will shall be able to enter these dorms whenever you please.

Angel smiled brightly. Thank you. What is your name?

I am called Siraka, she answered, somewhat abashed. Apparently, no one ever cared to ask her name before.

Then thank you, Siraka. We will remember your kindness always.

The snake seemed to smile before turning to the door. Enter, she hissed, and the wall moved.

"That was a rather long conversation," Draco said suspiciously as they entered the common room.

Angel just smiled. "We had a lot to say."

"About what?" the young wizard demanded, seating himself on the plush couch in front of the fire.

Both vampires sat as well. "Well, I let Siraka know why you were upset ..."

"You know her name?!" Draco asked incredulously.

"Well, yes. She was rather upset that your parents abandoned you. She said that true Slytherins wouldn't do that, especially to kin. I reassured her that Spike and I were going to help in whatever way we could. She also said that your parents would not be allowed to pass through that door."

Draco's eyes widened. "Really? Can she do that?"

"Apparently so. She also said that Will and I can enter any time we want."

"Wow," Draco breathed, obviously impressed.

"Maybe we can teach 'im a few key words in snake-speak?" Spike offered.

"Of course."

This seemed to make Draco deliriously happy, and he leapt from the couch in order to show them the rest of the dorms. The vampires were greatly amused as the blonde Slytherin showed them all his personal belongings.

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They had made it up to the sixth floor of the castle and seemed to run out of things to talk about. Though the suite the vampires were staying in was on the same floor, they hadn't really had a chance to see what else was there.

"What are these rooms used for?" Angel asked.

"Nothing right now," Draco answered. "There used to be a lot more teachers here, and these used to be classrooms."

"How many teachers are there now?" Spike asked.

Draco counted on his fingers. "Twenty or so," he finally responded.

"And students?" Angel asked.

"Around three hundred."

"Can't they hire more teachers?" Spike asked.

Draco shrugged. "I don't know. With this impending war, it's hard. We now only have a handful of teachers for a handful of subjects."

"Pity," Angel said. "I can think of a number of subjects that would benefit any of you."

"Yeah, physical combat for one," Spike added.

"Why? We have magick," Draco said haughtily.

"Yeah, but what happens if you lose or break your wand? Or if for some reason you can't speak the incantations? What then?" Angel asked.

Draco had to think on that. That kind of scenario had never been explored in any of his studies. "I ... I guess we all assume we'll always be able to use magick."

"Well, there are other kinds of magick, that don't require the wand," Angel offered.

"If there was, I would surely know of it. Father would have made sure of it." He couldn't help the sudden wave of arrogance that swept over him. He had always prided himself on being more or less advanced.

Angel shook his head and chuckled. "Not if it was the kind used by Muggles."

Draco stopped and blinked at him. "Muggles don't use magick!"

"Tell that to Red," Spike snickered.

"Who?"

"Willow Rosenburg," Angel answered. "She is a Muggle, and a very powerful witch."

"Oh, a Mudblood."

"Excuse me?" Angel asked.

"A person with wizardly powers who was born to Muggle parents."

"Mmm, no. That's not Willow. She wasn't born with any powers. She learned magick on her own."

Draco looked at Angel in disbelief. "That is impossible."

"Hate t'break it to ya, love, but your kind aren't the only ones who know how to use magick," Spike chided gently. "It's been done by 'Muggles' since the dawn of time."

"What?! How can that be?!" Draco was wide-eyed now, on the verge of becoming slightly panicked. He did not need any more disruptions in his life.

Angel shrugged. "Don't know, Draco. But that's the way it is."

Draco sat hard on the floor of the abandoned corridor. "But, how do they do it? If they don't have wizard power, how can they do magick?"

Angel sat down with him. "It's not easy, and usually takes more than pointing a wand and saying a few words. Muggle spells are often very involved, and use a lot of props and representations. There are a myriad of casting methods that they use, and they can do just about anything with their spells."

"Really?"

Spike nodded, having just sat down himself. "From what I understand, you only have a limited number of spells to choose from, and quite frankly, some of them don't seem especially ... useful." At Draco's questioning glance, he shrugged. "I got bored, so I read a little. But in any case, Muggle spellcasters have a much more versatile system, so they can accomplish nearly anything with magick. And if they can't find a spell that will help them achieve their goal ..."

"They create one," Angel finished.

"What?! No, no, no! You can't just create spells like that!" Draco insisted, snapping his fingers.

"Muggles do it all the time," Angel said softly.

"Seriously?"

Angel nodded.

Draco was in a tail-spin. He thought that because he had been taught the Dark Arts by his father that he was miles ahead of any of the other students. But, he now found out that he was miles behind mere Muggles.

"You know, Liam," Spike said, regarding his Grand-Sire thoughtfully, "I think the students here would benefit a great deal by learning a little Muggle magick."

"Why?" Draco asked.

"Because. Muggle magick is so varied and different from the magick you use that it would be difficult for Voldemort to come up with any kind of counter. In fact, the results are usually so subtle that he wouldn't realize a spell had been cast against him until it was too late."

"Especially if we get a little demon magick in there," Angel said with a wink. "I also think it would help if they did know how to defend themselves physically. This would give all of you two weapons that Voldemort is not familiar with, and therefore won't be able to effectively protect against."

Draco thought about that for a few moments. He knew nothing about either subject, but he supposed it would make sense. He then nodded. "It would be beneficial, I believe. But there's one problem."

"What, pet?" Spike asked.

Draco sighed. "Well, a good portion of the Slytherin House is either descended from Death Eaters, Voldemort's lieutenants, and/or on their way to becoming Death Eaters themselves."

"Eugh. That could be bad," Spike said.

They were all silent for a moment. Angel looked lost in thought once again.

"Peaches?"

"Shh!" Angel scolded, holding up a finger to silence the other two. "Plan formulating."

Spike chuckled. "This oughta be interesting," he murmured to Draco.

After a few moments, Angel's gaze cleared and he looked at his companions with a wide grin.

Spike and Angel shared a glance. "Peaches, are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

Angel grinned. "Do you think Albus would allow it?"

"Allow what?" Draco asked.

Spike ignored the young wizard's question. "Well, he is your friend after all."

"And Lucius would have no idea where to look."

"And with all of us lookin' after 'im, I doubt that maniac could do anything to 'im."

"Very, true, Will."

"What?! What are you talking about?!" Draco demanded.

"Draco, how would you like to come back to Los Angeles with us for a bit?" Angel asked.

Once again, Draco's eyes became saucers. "Really?"

"Yes. It would be a great opportunity for you. You'd be far away from anywhere your father is familiar with, surrounded by people who have put quite a bit of time on the battlefield. You'd have access to Wesley's copies of the Watchers' Diaries, and you could observe Will and I in our so-called natural habitats, both of which would help you with your research project."

"Not only that, but, I'm sure Wes wouldn't mind teaching you about Muggle magick," Spike continued. "And of course, Liam and I would gladly teach you a little about physical combat."

"But ... why me? I mean, as much as I dislike the jerk, Harry Potter is the hero around here. Not me."

Angel glanced once again at the blonde vampire. "We have our reasons," he answered softly.

"Besides," Spike said, "you said you wanted your shift of alignment to remain secret, so you could be like a secret weapon, right?" When Draco nodded, he continued. "Well, imagine just how much of a weapon you would be with the knowledge we're offering."

Draco smiled. Though he wasn't as power-hungry as he had been just a year ago, the prospect did intrigue him.

"And, if you are successful in your education," Angel offered, "I'm sure Albus would allow us to teach a few other very select students."

Draco's smile fell. He wanted to be the only one. Sure, he understood the benefits of others, such as Hermione, Ron, and Harry learning Muggle magick and physical combat, but the selfish child in him knew that would mean he would no longer be special. He was surprised by the soft voice of Spike in his right ear.

"Don't worry, pet. No matter how many people are taught, you will be special, because you will be the first. You'll have a head start against everyone else, and you'll be the one they look to."

"Really?" Draco asked, still unsure.

"Yes," Angel answered simply. "And, no matter how much they learn from us, you will have one thing that they don't."

"What?"

Angel looked at Spike, who just nodded. "Let's go back to our suite first," Angel suggested. "I'm a bit hungry, and all this walking has worn me out."

Draco could tell that was a blatant lie, but he didn't argue. It was clear that what he was about to hear was pretty serious, and it would make much more sense to talk about it somewhere more private. "Alright." They made quick work of the journey to the suite, and before the door was even closed, Draco asked, "Okay, so what would I have that they don't?"

"Sit, pet." Draco did so, and Spike went round the couch, kneeling in front of the boy. "Draco, love, there's something you need to know. You might not believe it, you may not accept it, but you need to know regardless."

Draco's brow furrowed. "What?" he whispered.

"Your great-great-grandfather, Cennius Malfoy, had two sons ..."

"No, he didn't," Draco interrupted, shaking his head. His face showed his confusion clearly.

"You have to listen, okay?" He waited for Draco to nod in compliance before continuing. "One of those sons was Caelius Malfoy, your great-grandfather. Now, you know your great-great-grandmother died fairly young, right?" Again, he waited for a nod. "Well, Cennius ... found comfort with, and married, another woman. A Muggle."

"NO!" Draco shouted as he stood abruptly. "We are a pureblood family! We don't mix with ... with ... those kind!"

Spike sighed and hung his head. He hadn't realized this would be more difficult for Draco to hear than it was for him to say it. He stood himself, and looked Draco in the eye. "Hate to break it to ya, but that's not entirely true. The only reason it hasn't been mentioned is probably because that branch of the family ... pretty much died before it could start. He did have one child with the Muggle woman before he died. A son. Named ... William. But he died before he could have children. Well, human children, in any case."

Draco was about to protest once more, when something inside him clicked. He couldn't speak though, only gape like a goldfish.

"I have to wear this amulet because I do have wizard's blood in me. Malfoy blood."

Draco sat down once again. "We are ... related?"

Spike nodded and sat down next to him. "Yeah. My mother never approved of my father's wizardly profession. When he died, I was still very young, and she absolutely forbade any kind of magick. I was taught that it was bad. So, I've never really been exposed to it. Now, add to that my vampiric senses -- not all of them physical, mind you -- and it becomes very overwhelming."

"You're my ..." Draco started, ticking off his fingers, "... great-grand-uncle?"

Spike just nodded.

"That ... explains a lot," Draco finally managed.

"Blood calls to blood," Angel said quietly. "That may be why you feel so comfortable with us. Somewhere deep inside you recognized your kin in Spike, and as he and I share blood ..."

"I recognized you, too," Draco finished.

"Yes." Angel sat himself on the other side of Draco, and once again the vampires surrounded him with protective embraces. "We know this is ... overwhelming, to say the least. And we know you're already under a lot of pressure. Please know we never intended this news to hurt you."

Draco nodded again. "I know." He closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths. "I just need time ..."

Spike sighed. "Of course you do, pet. Why don't you go back to your room, get some rest?"

"Are you sure?" Draco asked, somewhat disappointed.

"We're not going anywhere, Draco," Angel murmured close to his ear. "We've got time, for all of this." He then gently kissed his cheek. "Go relax. We'll be here when you're ready."

Spike gave a slight squeeze to Draco's waist. "Peaches is right. We're not leaving for a while. And even when we do, we're hoping you'll come with us." He also kissed the boy's cheek.

"I ... I don't think I'll make it to my room. I'm exhausted already." Draco managed a weak chuckle.

The vampires exchanged a look over the top of his head. As one, they nodded. "Then you will stay here," Angel said, his tone indicating that there was no room for negotiation.

Spike scooped the boy up -- Draco emitting a surprised squeak in the process -- and carried him into his own room. Angel turned back the covers, then removed Draco's shoes once Spike laid him down. Each then took a corner of the covers and pulled them up around Draco's shoulders. Spike gently ruffled his hair and kissed his forehead, Angel quick to follow.

"Sweet dreams, pet. Wake when you want," Spike whispered.

As the two turned to leave, Draco said, "Can you stay and ... do that purring thing?"

The stopped and faced him again, both grinning.

"It's really comforting. Just till I fall asleep? Please?"

Both vampires returned to the bed, removed their own shoes, and laid down on either side of him atop the covers. Wrapping their arms around him, they once again began to purr.

"You do realize that you belong to us now, right?" Angel asked, only half seriously, the purr underlying his words.

"I figured something like that," Draco answered with a smile.

"Will that be a problem for you?" Spike asked.

"Not in the least. Like you said, I have something the others never will."

"Good," Angel said. "Because then I'd have to spank you, too."

The three laughed then settled in for sleep.

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TO MY REVIEWERS

Raven -- Yes. Poor Draco does seem to go through the wringer, doesn't he? Don't worry, it will all turn out spiffy. I'm sappy like that.

Sora -- You. Are. A. FREAK! :::smoochies:::

Nyte -- :::whistles not-so-innocently::: Not sayin' a thing. ;)
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