The four left the bar and Draco watched their every step. One of them mentioned the name ‘Hermione’, and for all he knew that wasn’t a common name in America. It was the most progress he had made in a long time. He snatched up his coat and ran out the door of the bar. ‘Good, they haven’t noticed me yet.’

“Yes I will, I’ve already gone through seven ways I could do it. Please, you have to leave.” Hermione could feel her muscles stretch and flex around her bones and joints. It would be easy, the only witnesses being vampires also. But then, how could she ever live with herself when his body laid lifeless on the floor. That was when the most dangerous thought entered her mind. With Draco gone, her torment would be over. “Leave, now!” She yelled with a menacing growl.

“Found your weak spot.” Iris mocked. Draco laughed and took off the shredded beater. Iris saw the distinct holes, but there was no blood. Had the wounds been that shallow? Draco rotated both his shoulders and launched himself toward her. Before Iris even calculated his speed, she was face down on the marble with Draco on top of her.

Iris, eh? That wasn’t your name before. I believe the name I gave to you was Argenta. Ah, yes my sweet little Silver One. But, perhaps you are most used to your birth name, Isleen? A powerful masculine voice echoed inside Hermione’s mind completely drowning out Iris. Suddenly, an image of a vampire standing outside of the Hotel in the sun flashed in her mind causing her to struggle for breath.

“It’s been a very long time since you met another that could crush your very bones.” He growled and threw her into the wall causing fissures and cracks to shoot out across the impact zone.

“The others will have heard that,” Hermione said in fear of him attacking the others.

“I truly hope to see my Argenta soon. I’m afraid that I’ve begun to forget her face.” Winston said softly and moved his hand to the back of her neck. “Make sure she gets the message for me.” He whispered before kissing her softly.

For the first time in many years, Hermione knew she wasn’t talking to anyone. “I have to find –” Just as she spoke, the heavy realization of Draco’s death weighed down on her. Her chest ached as if a knife had been plunged deep inside her. She wrapped her arms around herself and felt her heart plummet desperately. The curtains loudly flew shut causing her to jump, and the door slowly creaked open.

“How are you feeling?” The oddly familiar young red head asked as she walked through the door.

She faintly nodded and turned to see Draco get slammed into a desk.  Isleen was on top of Winston inside of an instant, struggling desperately to pin him still.  Marius knew there was only one way to sufficiently immobilize Winston, but it was a trap.  He was the only vampire in the room that wouldn’t lose something.