Disclaimer-
I do not own ANY characters in this story (not even Betsy) They are
all the work of greater authors then I.
A/N: I know sometimes I
change tenses, and I must beg your forgiveness for that. Also, this
is a oneshot femmeslash between Pansy and Hermione, and my first shot
at Femmeslash, so please be nice. And to answer what many of you are
thinking, yes, I am bi.
On with the story.
I, Pansy Parkinson, have a dark secret. I am a vampire. Not one of those whimpy vampires who have to hide during the day; there are two kinds of vampires. I can go out, I just don't like the sun. I'm stronger then fifteen men put together, all of my sences are kicked into overdrive, crosses have no effect on me, I can cross over running water, and I can go anywhere I want uninvited.
I've been a vampire for about two years, since my fifth year in Hogwarts. I'm in seventh now. No one knows... yet. For the longest time I've been the only one at Hogwarts... but now, there is another. I was informed, by the Queen of the vampires herself, that Hermione Granger is a vampire, as of two days ago. She doesn't know yet though, but she will. She'll find she's uncontrolably thirsty, and pumpkin juice will not sate that thirst. Only one thing can. Blood. She also has not discovered her power yet, she won't unitil she feeds for the first time. My mission is to make sure Hermione is able to control herself, and doesn't try to kill herself either.
Queen Elizibeth, the One, and I are very close. I am her errend runner. In return, she gave me her blood, giving me the one of the powers she has that on one else has, aside from myself now. I can now read the minds of my own kind. Hermione cannot hide anything from me.
I walk onto the Hogwarts express, smirking to myself. I now have nothing against her. We are almost equals, but for the blood of the Queen, which, if she follows my lead, Hermione may recive as well. I am the second person on the train, and I have my reasons to be. I must keep an eye on Hermione. I have to arrange my corridor duties with the Head Girl, which is Hermione. I walk to the Prefects carrige. I can smell her. She'd been here first to arrange the duties, as the Head Boy, some Ravenclaw guy, would probably do nothing, as was the unwritten tradition.
I slide the door open and step in. She is sitting on one of the seats, scribbling on a piece of parchment. She did not notice me come in. She looks like hell. Terribly pale, though her hair is beautifuly straight now. I could see how soft it was. "You look like hell, Granger", I smirk at her and she jumps.
"Parkinson", she gasped, "you're early".
"I'm not the only one", I nod to her, and sit down on the seat across from her, "are you sick?".
"Why are you asking?", she arched an eyebrow, "you don't care, do you?".
"I am not incapeable of being civil, you know", I tell her, "as for do I care, yes, I do. I don't want to be sick as well".
"I haven't really been sick," she tells me, continuing to scribble, "I just haven't gotten much sleep, and I'm unbeliveably thirsty, no matter how much I drink".
I nod. "Understandable", I mutter.
"What?" she is curious.
"It's understandable you're so pale," I explain, "you haven't slept, and you can't sate your thirst". I look at her. After she feeds for the first time, she'll be even more beautiful. I've always had a thing for Hermione, no matter what anyone thinks, she's beautiful. I wouldn't mind being her first meal, either. It would be fun. I love being bitten. When the Queen's worrior, her most loyal subject, bites me, we normaly end up having sex. Tina is a woman, by the way. Yes, I am bi.
"Look, Hermione", I speak up after about three minutes silence, "I think it would be best if I just tell you straight".
"First of all," she looks up at me, a look of disbelife painted on her face, "why did you call me by my first name? And second, what do you have to tell me?".
"As to your first question," I smile, "I call you by your first name because I like you. As to why and your second question, I have to tell you why you cannot sate your thirst".
"Then tell me", she demands.
"You and I," I smile to her, "we are vampires. I have been one for almost two years, tomarrow. You were made one two days ago in your sleep by a vampire, who I killed, so don't worry. You cannot sate your thirst because you are not drinking the right liquid".
"I'm a what?", she glarred at me.
"A vampire," I shrug, "you have many powers but you will not discover them until you feed".
"I'm not going to drink blood", she glares at me, "and I am not a vampire".
"Yes, you are," I tell her, "would you like me to prove it?".
"You don't have to," she says through gritted teeth, "because I am not a vampire and niether are you. You're crazy". I shake my head.
"I'll prove myself then," I smirk at her, "then I'll move to you". I look around, there is a solid metal pole in the luggage rack. I stand and take it down, then take my seat again. I hold it out, then easily tie it in a knot and untie it back into a straight line, replacing it on the rack.
As I sit back down, she speaks, "I am not a vampire". I sigh and pull out a small dagger I always keep with me.
"Yes, you are", I nod. She holds her arms to her chest. "I am not going to cut you", I shake my head, and cut open my wrist. Her pupils go wide and she sits up, her mouth open. I see her canines sharpen. "Touch your canines", I tell her, wiping the blood off with a hankerchief, the wound heals on it's own. She touches her teeth, then kind of gasps. She brings out her finger. It is bleeding. I look at it and my own teeth come out. I have not yet fed today. She looks up at me, my pupils are more then likely wide, my breathing is heavy. Her blood, just that little bit, smells sweeter then any I have ever smelled before.
"No," she whispers, shaking her head, "I can't be a vampire! I can't!".
"It's not a bad thing", I tell her, "give feeding a chance. You'll love it". I stand up, "if you decide to accecpt who you are", I tell her, "come and find me". I look at the parchment, see my schedual, memorize it, then walk out.
Days go bye and she does not attempt to contact me. When I see her around the school, she looks worse everyday. I can't stand seeing her this way. She holds her stomach in constant pain. I know the pain she feels. I have felt it myself when I have not been able to feed. I would not wish it on Harry Potter himself. He and his red haired Weasley friends do not notice how much pain she is in. It angers me and I suddenly find that I want to rip their heads off. Which I could. I've been feeding from unsuspecting fifthyears, not having sex with them, but wiping the memory out of their minds.
I write to Elizibeth and she is furious with me for not telling her sooner. She's only been the queen for six months, and she is American, but she lives in England. She has written to Dumbledor, telling him that she would take the Defense Aginst the Dark Arts job, as it was we still had no teacher, and only Mad-eye Moody, to sub until we found one. She told the truth about her education. Her consort taught her ten years of Defense skills in one week. They didn't sleep, going on and on, not stopping until she knew enough about the subject to teach it.
It is two weeks now that Hermione has not come to see me, and this morning is when Elizibeth is to arrive. I go up to breakfast, and smile at her as she sits next to Mcgonagule. The people around us have no idea what is among them. Three vampires. Thats what. I sit down next to Draco, who, in the past, I have used him as a sheep to feed from, without him knowing of course. Elizibeth, she likes us to call her Besty, looks at me, asking who the new vampire is. I look from her to Hermione then back to her, and touch my teeth, telling her she won't feed. She nods and goes on talking with Professor Vector. Dumbledor stood and held his hands up as a signal to be quiet. "I am happy to announce that we have a new Defense Aginst the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Taylor". She stood and gave a small bow then sat again.
As I walked out of the Great Hall on my way to double Defense Aginst the Dark Arts with Gryffendor, I heard some of the other Slytherin girls laughing. I go over and find them cornering Hermione. "Look how pale she is!", Millicent was saying. "She never eats", pointed out one of the other girls, "so its no wonder!"
"Hey!" I snap at them and they turn around, "leave her alone", I hiss at them.
"Come one, Pansy," Millicent glarred, "you're not defending the mudblood, are you?".
I growl and punch her in the face. "Detention", I snarl at them, "talk to me later. Now, get out of here". The other girls help Millicent up and they go off. I look to Hermione.
"Thank you, Pansy", she whispered.
"You look worse then ever", I tell her, "come on, I'll walk you to class, as we have it together anyway". I offer my hand and she takes it. I pull her up gently, so she doesn't fly through the air. "You still refuse to feed?", I whisper to her, "I know you're in pain worse then anyone can imagin".
"I can't", she was holding back tears, holding her books and her stomach.
I take her books.
"What are you doing?", she frowns.
"Helping you, because you're in pain", I whisper to her, "if you would just drink, you'd feel much better".
"I can't", she repeats.
I shake my head and we walk in silence. My fellow Slytherins shooting looks at Hermione, to which I gave my warning glare. They knew what that ment, and said nothing.
We entered the classroom, and Besty was sitting crosslegged on her desk. She's very beautiful. Tall, blond, green eyes, beautiful long legs. She died when she was twenty-six. "Pansy", she nodded at me.
"Professor", I nod back. As I put Hermione's books down on a desk near Potter, he glares at me, and I smirk at him, then take my seat on the other side of the room.
Class begins with roll call. Betsy walks through the desks, the guys goggiling at her. She lets a hand graze my shoulder as she passes and calls my name. She calls Hermione's name and she raises her hand weakly. Betsy's eyes see her and I can see that to look at Hermione was hurting her, emotionialy. She hates seeing anyone in pain. She smiles and nods at Hermione, then goes on.
Once she finishes, she goes back to the front of the class and faces us, smiling. "Good morning", she says, "I'm Professor Taylor. I have one huge agitation. When I hear a boy say something to a girl that says she is weak, I go bulistic. And trust me," she said seriously, "it's not pretty".
She goes over to her desk and picks up a picture. "Straight to buisness, then", she sighs, walking up and down the isles of desks. "Hmmmmm... let me see," she looks at me, "I know you know who this is. Someone I don't know," she walks up to Hermione. "Could you tell me who this is, Miss-?".
"Granger, Professor", she said quietly, "that is a picture of the first Vampire, Yaksha".
"Would you care to elaborate how you know this?", Besty said, "what books did you read?".
"He was in a book called The Most Evil Men In Wizerding History", Hermione stated, "he escaped the hell he was from into a dead pregnant woman's child and was born from the woman's dead womb".
"Very good," Besty nods, waving her wand and the picture enlarges it's self to the size of the back wall and stood aginst it. I hated looking at Yaksha. He was enough to make one want to run from the room. "Vampire", Betsy explains, "is the translation of the ancient Indian word Yakshini. Thus his name, Yaksha, son of the Yakshini. I would like to ask one last question before I give all of you your assignment, Miss. Granger", she looks at Hermione interestedly, "how was Yaksha defeated over two thousand years ago?".
I look at Hermione, she is realizing that the same could happen to her if she didn't feed.
"He was captured by Hare Karishna", she said slowly, "and made to stay in an enclosed room until he died, a thousand years later".
"Yes," Besty nodded, "he was not allowed, or able to feed, so, he went crazy and tried to ram his way through the walls of the stone room. It broke his neck, and eventualy ripped his head off as he was backing out of the hole he had made in the wall". She waved her wand again and the picture shrank back to it's normal size and landed on her desk. "Your assignment is to research as much as you can about the vampire, not Yakshini, race", she added importantly, "years ago, research of the Yakshini in school was banned, because of some of the mssacars and such that they enacted. So, normal vampires, not Yakshini".
I knew the real reason why we could not research my kind. We did not like to hear about it and it made Besty go crazy to hear it. "I want a page of good notes", she added. She turned to her desk, but turned back. "Pansy and Miss. Granger," she called, "come up here". I stood, so did Hermione. We walked up to her desk, Hermione was norvus. "Please, go into my office, you two", Betsy told us, "I will be with you momentarily".
I lead the way up the small flight of stairs and into the office. Hermione looks scared. "Whats wrong?", I frown.
"I'm in trouble", she looked like she wanted to cry, "I don't know what I did".
I wave my hand, and shake my head, "she probably wants to talk to you because you're Head Girl", I tell her.
"Then why does she want you?", she asks.
"We've known eachother a long tome," I shrug, "she might just want to catch up. She's like my second mother".
The door opens again and Besty walks in, then closes it behind her, I sense a silencing spell already on the room. She sits in the chair behind her desk and gestures for us to sit in the two chairs in front of the desk.
We do so.
"So," she smiles, "you are Hermione Granger".
"Yes, Professor", Hermione nodded.
"I've heard a lot about you", she says approvingly, "though there is one thing I am not happy about".
"Whats that?", Hermione frowns.
"Do you know who I am?", Besty asks, "besides your new Professor?". Hermione shakes her head. "I'm the Queen of your kind", she says seriously, "and Pansy tells me you refuse to feed. Is that true?".
"Yes, your Majesty", she nods.
Besty makes a disgusted face, "don't call me that, Hermione", she pleads, "when we're alone you can call me Besty".
"Yes," Hermoine nods again. "You have to feed," Besty says flatly, "that is an order from your Queen. And I mean tonight", she adds.
"But," Hermione frowns "I don't know how to hunt or whatever you do".
"Feed from Pansy", Besty nods at me, and my mood hightens, "and tomarrow, you can feed from eachother. I find I function even better with another vampire's blood in my system".
Hermione looks like she wants to argue, but is defeated by the order from her Queen. "Yes, Betsy", she sighs.
"Meet up on your rounds tonight," Besty looks at me, "and let her feed, all right?".
"Yes, Besty", I smile.
"Good," she nodded, "you should go start your research. Even though I'm sure you could just pick up the facts off the top of your heads".
I stand and give a small bow then lead the way out into the class room. The rest of the day went by slowly and uneventfuly.
Before it was finaly time for my meeting with Hermione, I grabbed a third year boy and fed from him, then wiped his memory. Setting out on my rounds, I stopped Peevs from throwing water on the dungon stairs to let it freeze and make someone fall. I went up to the astronomy tower and saw Hermione there, watching the moon and clouds. I walk up behind her and wrap my arms around her waist.
"What are you doing?", she asks, curious as to why I started nuzzeling her neck.
"I've always had a thing for you, Hermione," I whisper to her, kissing her neck lightly, feeling her shiver, "I can show it now that we're equal. I know you are gay", I add.
"How?", she whispers back.
"The way you and that Weasley girl were always looking at eachother", I tell her, my eyes closed, still kissing her neck, "I could smell how much you two lusted for eachother. And when you broke up I could smell burning rubber".
"I guess I've liked you for a while, too", she admits.
"I know", I tell her, "I could see it when you looked at me last year after you and that girl broke up". I lick up the side of her neck lightly, up to her earlobe, then nip it, drawing a couple drops of blood. I sucked them off before returning to her neck. She shivered when I bit her ear. She liked it.
I turned her around, and bared my neck to her. Her teeth sharpened and she leaned in to bite me. I moaned as he teeth pierced my skin. "Did that hurt?", she drew away.
"No," I moan, pulling her head back to my neck, "don't stop".
She bites me again and I shudder. She starts sucking on my neck, drinking from me. I groan to the night sky. She has such a sweet bite. I feel her moan aginst my neck. It must taste good to her. I feel her arms go around my neck and pull me closer. I rub myself against her. It is a natural reaction. Sex and feeding are not too far apart in the mind of a vampire. I feel her arms holding me tighter. She is gaining more strength from feeding. From me.
I turn us and push her against the stone wall of the school, pushing our bodies together. Female vampires crave touch during feeding. I need to feel her body against mine. I let my hands travle her body. Discovering anything possible. What would happen if I touched her there? Or lick her ear? So many questions I wanted answered.
She doesn't seem to object to my exploration of her body. She holds me tighter and sucks harder. I groan deep in my throat, pushing harder. When she finaly stopped drinking, but she can't pull away. Instead, she kissed the spot she had bitten on my neck, then licked it lightly. I shuddered.
She was feeling the same as me. I pull away and look her straight in her eyes. They have changed. There is now a hint of gold around the pupils of her dark brown eyes, making them seem like they pierce bone deep. She also has color in her skin now; she's no longer translucent.
"You look much better," I smile to her, kissing her forehead.
"Thanks to you", she whispers, her hands, unconciously, roaming my body, trying to feel whatever they could.
"Any time, Hermione," I nod. We look at eachother for the longest moment. I want to kiss her in the worst way. I have to. "Forgive me", I whisper urgently, and push my lips to her's. She reacts with just as much, if not more, urgencey as I had. Our mouths open to one another's. I can taste my blood in her mouth and I smile mentaly. I hear her thoughts. There is only one, repeating it's self. 'I want her, I need her, please take me, Pansy'. I want to grant her wish, but not here. I break away. "Want to go to your dorm?", I ask.
"Yes," she nods franticaly, "come on". She grabs my hand and pulls me through the castle until we reach a portrait on the seventh floor of a sleeping Rowena Ravenclaw. "Intelect", Hermione says breathlessly, Ravenclaw snorts and swings open.
She leads me in and up a small staircase into her dorm. It is the same size as the others, but there is only one, huge bed.
She throws off her robe, still wearing her under uniform, and throws her arms around me; kissing me roughly. I wrap my arms around her smaller body and hold her to me, kissing her with all the passion in me.
Her hands started searching again; no, they were pushing off my robe. I, however, am wearing a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt. I let go of her to get my robes off then hold her again. I begin backing her towards the bed, pulling her swetter vest off along the way. She lets go and puts her arms over her head so I can pull it off.
As we reach the bed, I pull her tie loose and rip it off her neck before pushing her onto the bed. I crawl over her and kiss her again, balancing on my knees. My hands start unbuttoning her white blouse. I concentrate on her thoughts, racing through my head as I move to her neck and kiss, lick and suck it. 'Oh, Gods, this feels good. I can't belive it. Ginny never made me feel like this'.
She gasps outloud and arches her back as I rip her blouse open the rest of the way, tear her bra off, and start kissing her soft chest. Kissing and licking her breasts, she is going wild. 'Pansy! Please hurry, I'm going to explode!' she thinks, but says only, "please!", while I move down her body, pulling down her skirt, tan tights and underwear, kissing every inch of her on the way down, except the part she wishes for the most. I get those off and move back up. I kiss her inner thighs lightly, licking and sucking them. I was teasing her.
"Don't tease, Pansy!" she demanded, "I'm going to explode!". I laugh lightly and lick her most secret part. She writhes with the feeling. I tease a little more before giving her what she wanted. I plunged into her with my toung, stopping for a moment to let her get used to the feeling. She arched and cried out as I penitrated her. I began to thrust in and out of her, making her scream in shear rapture. I love to hear it. "Deeper!", she demands, "faster!". I do so and she starts thrusting at my face. I spread her thighs farther apart, giving myself better access. My right hand travles down to my pants and burrow into my underwear. I allow two of my fingers to enter my self. I moan into her but do not stop. I thrust aginst my fingers to the same rythem I set to Hermione. I couldn't resist it. I had to penitrate myself. The small noises she was making were turning me on beyond belife.
As my toung moved faster, so did my hips. I fucked her with everything I was. Fucked her so good that I could hear her screams already. I heard her thoughts again, 'so close! so close! Just a little bit more!'
Suddenly, she lets out a great cry and she starts shaking as she comes against my mouth.
I wasn't done yet, and neither was Hermione.
Even as she came, I didn't stop any of my movements. My toung, my fingers, my hips. They all kept moving.
"Pansy," she panted as I still thrust deeper and deeper with in her with my toung, "I'm done, please, stop!"
I didn't listen. I kept thrusting in and out of her, thrusting against my fingers.
"Pansy! - P- please stop! I'm done!"
I picked up my head and shoved two fingers into her, moving fast and hard; still thrusting against the fingers of my other hand.
"No," I growl, "you're not done. Your body still wants more." I kept going. "Come again for me, Hermione."
She began to gasp. "I- I c-cant! I'm done! I can't do it again."
I keep going, gasping as my own fingers slid in and out of me, watching the fingers of my other hand slipping in and out of her; I ignore the pain in my wrist. It didn't matter. I feel too good for it to matter.
I feel myself coming close, and so was Hermoine.
"Come on," I pant, "Oh Gods."
I speed up my all together pace with both my fingers and hips. She's gasping and I'm panting.
The pleasure rises and I can almost taste it.
Hermione screams her release again and I remove my hand from her and lick up all of her wonderful juices; still pumping against my hand.
She screams my name as her orgasm tore through her body, sending me into the most thrilling orgasm of my life.
It ripped through me and I remove my face from her core, and cry out my release.
As we calm down, I crawl up to her and hold her close. She sobs into my chest. I realize I might have been too rough, too urgent.
"I'm sorry, Hermione," I whisper to her.
"It's all right," she sobs. "Just stop next time when I say stop."
"Next time?" I smirks. She looks up at me.
"I figured we could feed off of eachother from now on," she smiles, licking my neck. "And since we'll be feeding off eachother, this situation should arise quite often; don't you think?"
I smile down at her. "You took the words right out of my mouth."
She brings her lips to mine, whispering, "You must be tired, but I'm full of energy." She pushes me flat onto my back and kisses me roughly, then kissing her way down my body.
My last coherent thought is, 'I'm so glad she feels this way'. Then all was lost as her beautiful mouth closed over my clit.
Well there you have it, Please review! I wanna know how you all liked it.
