A/N –Just as a heads up, this story is published under the title All There is, is Sex, Blood, and Love on another fan fiction site. I have decided to move it here.

This is a rather AU story. It disregards everything after book 5, except instead of Lucius going to Azkaban, he is killed.

Also in this story Hermione has just turned 17, therefore she is over the age of consent, I'm also not really sure what to do about the whole war deal, but I'm working on it, so bear with me.

Original Character Profiles

Lyra – Female, vampire, bisexual, leader of the vampire clan. She was turned about 5 years before this story is set, at age 17. She is Draco Malfoy's older sister and the reason behind her not being around is because Lucius never wanted a daughter and hid her from the public eye.

Jade – Female, vampire, lesbian. She was turned (about a year ago) by Lyra and they have a special connection.

Liam –Male, vampire, straight. He is an adopted member of the clan, but it's only temporary. He was turned about 15-20 years ago.

Blaise Zabini – (He's not an original character, but I've put my own twist on him) Vampire. Gay. He was turned by Lyra when he was dying of cancer at age 13.

Story Time!

Ch.1 – You Get What Everyone Else Gets, You Get a Lifetime

Vampires are undead creatures that drink human blood. They can, however, interact with humans without wanting to kill them. Vampires can go out in the sun and they have a reflection. Along with all of this, the vampire curse grants the victim with longevity and immortality, if they can heal fast enough. If turned at a young age a vampire will age until they are about 19 years of age.

Vampires are known for their swift regeneration process, mind reading, agility, and an extreme sexual nature. When a vampire feeds, they need to copulate with their mate, sire, or otherwise specified companion soon after feeding or they will throw themselves at any willing participant.

A vampire needs about 1 liter of blood per day to survive, and considering that humans have about 5 liters of blood in their our bodies, if a vampire drains a person, they only have to feed every 5 days.

A Sire is the vampire a human is changed into a vampire by. They mainly serve as a companion, and they teach the newly changed vampire everything that they need to know, like a parent, but they also relieve sexual needs, like a lover.

Vampires live and travel in groups or Clans as they call them. A Clan can be anywhere from 2 to 100 vampires depending on its age, location, and influence.

How a Vampire is Turned:

Hermione Granger slammed the book she was reading closed with an exasperated huff. Embarrassment tinged her cheeks a rosy pink. Never in her life had she seen a depiction so sexual and graphic inside a piece of literature.

She wondered on the book for a moment, she had found it on her porch this morning when she walked her parents out, and being Hermione Granger, she couldn't ignore her quest for knowledge, and had been reading it ever since.

It was hand written in a leather bound journal style book and it was over 300 pages long, full of knowledge on vampires. It would seem that most authors, and the Ministry of Magic, had gotten it wrong when it comes to the immortal creatures. She had almost gotten through it all when that picture… Hermione chanced another glance at it. "No, just as shocking," she thought as she slammed it closed again.

Being as immersed in her reading venture as she had been, she did not hear her parents come home, that is until he mother called up to her, "Hermione, dear, could you come down here please?"

"Just a second," She called back. Hermione frowned to herself. Her mother's voice sounded, different, strained.

She descended the stairs to kitchen cautiously in her favorite blood red cami and black mesh over cape. She made it down the last few steps, caramel colored frizz bouncing, to see her parents hugging each other in a fashion that seemed to be more for comfort than love.

Her parents pulled away from each other as she spoke, "Mum, Dad, is everything ok?"

After a few moments silence her mom started "Since your of age now, we thought that we should -" her voice cracked and her eyes filled with tears.

Hermione's dad put his arm around her mother's shoulder as Hermione took a seat across from them at the table, then he spoke "We thought that you should know that you're adopted."

Hermione was shocked., "And you chose now to tell me, instead of anytime in the last seventeen years? Who were my real parents? Is Hermione even my real name?" she tried to continue, but was at a loss for words, she just turned on her heels and stormed out of the house. She needed some air.

"I can't believe it," Hermione thought as she slammed the door of her house so hard it shook. "How could they keep this from me?" She let the cool night air hit her as she ran down the empty street, tears stinging her eyes. Hermione was so lost in her thoughts that she wasn't watching where she was going, before long she didn't recognize where she was.

She saw a man standing on the corner, smoking a cigarette; his eyes were dark and almost completely covered by his equally dark hair. He wore a 'Sex Pistols' tee shirt and tore-up jeans.

She spoke tentatively to him from a few feet away, hoping he could give her directions, "Um, excuse me," When he looked at her, his eyes penetrated to her soul.

"I was wondering if you would ever come out to play." he grinned, showing off his fangs.

"You're a-a" She could barely get the words out before he grabbed her and pushed her against a wall, she tried to scream, but his lips silenced her. She reached for her wand, but she had forgotten it in her anger, "How could I be so stupid,"she thought.

"You're not stupid," the man spoke, as he kissed down her jaw to her neck. He bit down, hard, drawing blood. She gasped, and griped his shoulders ready to fight him. Hermione heard a voice in her head say "Don't push me away, you could injure yourself. If you stop struggling, I can make this almost painless." She listened to the voices advice and instantly pain lessened. Soon she became too weak to even stand on her own.

He pulled his fangs out of her neck and licked across the wound, healing it instantly. The man bit into his own wrist and said, "Here, drink this," offering her his blood. Hermione toke it hesitantly. As soon as she tasted his blood she started to feel a change in herself. She felt more primal, more real but wasn't sure what it was. Her skin felt bubbly, like right after you drink a polyjuice potion followed by an immense pain throughout her entire body

"Welcome, little one" was the last thing she heard before everything went black.

_

The next day Hermione woke up in a strange room, with a woman, that looked no older than she, was staring down at her face.

"Hello," the woman said in a gentle voice. Her eyes were an enchanting silvery-grey color, she had long platinum blonde hair, and she wore a black leather pants, and an emerald green corset that accentuated her perfect hour glass figure.

"I'm Lyra," she continued, "can you tell me your name?"

"Hermione," her voice was hoarse.

"Good, you remember who you are; you could be a lot worse." Lyra said, with a glare to the door that Hermione assumed led out of the room and to the man from last night. "You are the newest member of our Clan. Welcome" she spoke and picked up Hermione's hand and kissed it in a way depicted in old time movies. "How are you feeling?"
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Hermione smiled, "My throat hurts," she said as she rubbed her neck.

Lyra smiled and spoke with her hand on Hermione's shoulder "You'll feel better in a little while. Here," Lyra handed Hermione a mirror, "Take a look at the new you."

Hermione gasped into the mirror. She looked… well, not much had changed, but her hair! Instead of being the frizzy mess she was used to, it curled in perfect ringlets around her face. And her eyes! The same brown color was there, but in it were flecks of black and gold that were defiantly not there before. It made them look enchantingly beautiful. Other than that, the only change she could see was the fact that her skin was paler than it had been. But she didn't mind that so much.

Hermione finally put down the mirror and turned to Lyra. "So," she started, unsure of herself, "I'm a…vampire?"

Lyra smiled at the girl that had just joined her family with a tenderness that Hermione had never witnessed before, "Yes, you are a vampire, but we aren't monsters, Hermione."

"I know. I mean, I found a book. It had loads of information on vampires."

"Ah, I was hoping Liam would get it to you before he got the chance to turn you."

"The book was from YOU?" Hermione started to get angry at this, she had been a target.

"Calm down, Hermione, dear. Yes, we gave you the book. We wanted you to know what we are, and what we have to offer. We wanted you to be a part of our family."

Hermione was struck speechless at this. Family. The family she thought she had before, they had lied to her for her entire life. Maybe this is what she needed, a new start. "Okay, I can understand that. So, does this family," she paused not knowing how to word her statement eloquently enough, "I mean, do I… have to kill people?"

Lyra let out a soft, pleasant laugh, this young witch really was amazing, "No, you don't have to kill. And no, we don't kill people, Hermione. Some vampires do, if they are left to their own devices after they are turned, or if they are under emotional distress, but vampires, in general, do not take human life. We don't have to. We take what we need and everyone goes home happy."

Hermione let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. She was pleased to know that she wouldn't need to do anything that would make her feel guilty. Especially, now that she was 'Practically Immortal.'

The conversation continued for a bit. Hermione asked questions about vampirism, the clan, her sire, and Lyra answering them fully and truthfully.

The conversation was interrupted however, but a loud knock and someone yelling from the other side of the door.

"Hey! Lyra!" called a male voice, which sounded strangely familiar to Hermione.

"Not now, we're busy" Lyra yelled back. She looked back to Hermione as a boy with platinum blonde hair entered the doorway, then she spoke in a disdainful voice, "You know my brother, Draco. He's our resident human."

Hermione gasped in recognition as Draco walked towards her "Malfoy?" she squeaked.

He jumped back in surprise "Granger? Damn." He said looking her up and down then seemed to shake himself from his distraction, "What the fuck are you doing here?"

Hermione wasn't surprised at his language, but she wondered for a moment as to why he didn't call her any of the many vulgar names she was used to from him. She let it slip from her mind as Lyra came to her defense.

"Be nice, Draco," spoke the rather pissed off elder vampire, "Hermione is a one of ours now. A member of my clan, and you should treat her as such." She stood there, arms crossed, foot tapping, just waiting for a reply, but none came. Draco just looked between the two women and then to the floor. "Fine," Lyra said and turned back to her newest charge, "Come on Hermione, I'll introduce you to the rest of the Clan, there's not many of us, but we make do."

As they pushed their way passed Draco, Hermione heard a voice in her head, "Damn, Granger makes a pretty hot vampire. Double Damn." She looked back at Draco, with a slight look of shock.

Then she heard another voice, female this time saying, "I'm guessing you heard him?"

"Huh?" she couldn't figure out what was going on.

Then the female voice again, "Vampires can read minds."

"Oh… right," she said to herself.

Lyra chuckled to herself as they went down the stairs and into a sitting room where four black leather couches faced each other around a cherry wood coffee table. There were three people in various places around the room.

As the pair entered, all eyes turned to meet them.

One she recognized as belonging to the man from last night, "Her sire", she thought.

Lyra spoke to Hermione and pulled her towards them. "This is Jade," She said motioning to the olive skinned beauty. Her black hair seemed to cascade down from her head in waves. "I turned her a few years ago, and I'm sure you know Blaise, from school," she pointed to a skinny dark haired boy who was lounging on one of the couches. Hermione recognized him immediately.

"Zabini?" She said with surprise.

"Hey Granger, how are you?" he smiled while looking her up and down.

Lyra spoke again, this time pointing to her sire, "You know Liam," The, clearly, welsh man walked to Hermione kissed her cheek, "and then there's you and me."

Draco entered the room, "So, sis," he spoke with that slightly amused, arrogant tone of his, "when are you going to find more people for this… Clan of yours?" They all glared at him, even Blaise, Hermione was surprised.

Lyra's back went rigid the moment he started speaking, "When the time is right," she retorted with contempt in her voice "and I suggest you refrain from insulting us, seeing as you are staying here and that could be changed at any moment."

Draco smirked but stayed silent. Hermione couldn't believe he was toying with a vampire.

Lyra told Jade, Blaise, and Liam to go 'feed', "Hermione and I will go out when you get back."

Liam left reluctantly, but not before kissing Hermione deeply and whispering in her ear, "I'll make you mine tonight." He then walked away, leaving Hermione rather flustered and wondering what exactly he meant.

After they left, Lilith walked up to Draco and punched him in the stomach, he coughed and doubled instantly. "How dare you. You know how hard this is for me." She paused as she chocked back a sob, Draco straightened up and wrapped his arms around her comfortingly, "I have only been on my own for a year. It isn't easy building a new family." She trailed off as she stifled sobs. Draco shushed his big sister and apologized.

Hermione stared at the pair in amazement; she had never thought that Draco, I mean Malfoy, could be so caring.

When he spoke his words were soft, "Lyra, you know I'm willing to help you"

"I know you are" she answered "but, he's dead, and if you don't -"

He stopped her short, "I don't care what happens to me in regards to our father's business, and you know that."

Hermione felt like she was intruding so she took a few steps back. Lyra sensed this and pulled away from her brother.

"I'm sorry 'Mione, it's been... Do you have any questions before we get ready to go?"

_

After the episode with Draco; Lyra and Hermione retreated upstairs to her bedroom.

"What size are you Hermione?" Lyra asked once they had gotten to their destination. Before she could answer, a black leather mini-skirt and a tight fitting band t-shirt with holes strategically cut into it were thrown at her. "We'll go shopping soon, but those will fit you."

Hermione had her doubts, but as she put the on; the outfit fit her perfectly. She looked amazing in it when she looked in the mirror "Oh, yea vampires have reflections" she thought.

Lyra chuckled to herself and wrapped her arm around Hermione's shoulder, "You are going to fit in wonderfully here. Let's go feed."

As they walked down the busy street, the moon rose. It was perfectly round and held a yellow orange hue.

Hermione studied Lyra's body language shyly. In time she began to mimic and adapt it into her own style. While Lyra had one hand on her hip and strutted like she owned the world; Hermione left her hands at her sides and swayed her hips seductively. They got a lot of looks from the local boys as the made their way to the nearest night club. Hermione could hear the pulses of the people she passed and she grew nervous. What if she lost control? What were her new family think? Would they let her stay? If not where would she go?

When Lyra realized how bad Hermione's thoughts were getting, she shoved the new vampire into an alley as the passed and lightly pinned her against the wall.

"Hermione! Listen to me very carefully," her voice was low and serious. She knew the younger girl would understand every word. "You are a member of this clan. We will care for and protect you, just like we do each other. Whatever happens tonight will not change that. But I promise you, I will not allow you to take a life."

Hermione looked up to the woman whose body was pressed close to her own, almost indecently, with tears in her eyes. She wrapped her arms around her mentor and sobbed, "Thank you so much. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to think otherwise. I'm so nervous. Please forgive me, Lyra"

Lyra almost burst out laughing in response, but she was able to compose herself, "Hermione, dear, everyone has doubts in the beginning, there is nothing to forgive."

With that, the pair returned to the street. Arm in arm.

As they continued walking, Hermione's mind started to race again. This time it was Liam.

" Lyra?" she asked cautiously.

"Hmm?" was her reply.

"Um... what did Liam mean by, 'I'll make you mine tonight'?"

"Oh, honey," Lyra chuckled, "when you sire someone, it's like asking them to marry you, temporarily… kind of. No it's really just saying, 'Let's fuck!'." With that she burst out laughing "I'm sorry," she was speaking between giggles, "I just don't know how to make it sound more, um, romantic."

"Oh," said Hermione sheepishly. "Do I have a choice? I mean… I'm a virgin."

Lyra looked at her thoughtfully for a moment before responding, "No, not really, but after you're done feeding you won't want one, trust me, And Liam… He may not be the gentlest lover, but he knows what he's doing. If you tell him, he will take his time with you."

The rest of the walk to the club was silent as Hermione contemplated this. Before she knew it they were on a crowded dance floor surrounded by hot guys. They settled on two for themselves; Lyra's was a fit male about 23 with dark hair and eyes that hardly had any rhythm at all. On the other hand, Hermione's dirty blonde, deep-blue eyed 21 year old, danced like a god. After a couple songs, they found a table, where they proceeded to get the boys drunk. Hermione watched as Lyra babbled on about her hobbies and friends and god knows what else. Hermione couldn't figure out how this, mature, sophisticated, vampire could talk as much as Lavender Brown, but If you're going to play a part, you better play it well.

When the boys where almost incoherent, the pair led them staggering out of the club and into a dark alley behind the club; Where the, soon-to-be, meals allowed themselves to be propped against the wall.

"Watch me and copy," Lyra told her student.

Hermione observed as Lyra pushed her victim into the wall and kissed him deeply. She allowed him to grab her ass as she trailed her kisses down his jaw to his neck. The kisses then turned into nibbles. When she reached the part of her donor's neck where it connected to his shoulder, Lyra's canines lengthen into fangs and she bit down hard.

As the smell of blood spiked in the air, Hermione froze. Her pupils dilated to an alarming size. She heard the heartbeats of Lyra's victim and of her own. She felt herself being taken over by some kind of foreign behavior, "Blood lust," she realized, somewhere in the back of her mind, far away from where she was now. All she could think of was devouring the life before her.

Hermione grabbed the drunken man next to her, and pushed him against the wall. She kissed him vigorously and he responded immediately by grabbing her left breast. Without hesitation, she drove her fangs into his neck and drank deeply. All she felt was bliss, and her sexual need, but that would come later. The thirst came first; it required fulfillment. She felt her victim's heart slow and his body sagged in her arms. The life was going out of him. She was devouring it and she wanted more.

That was until her mentor grabbed her by the back of her neck at the base of her skull. She immediately let her meal fall to the floor.

"That's enough, Hermione," Lyra's voice was hard and chastising. It brought Hermione out of her haze. Upon surveying the scene in front her, Hermione's hands shot up to her mouth covering it in horror. How could she have done such a thing? She could have just killed the man.

Lyra knelt own beside Hermione and pulled the girl into a hug. "It's okay. It was your first hunt."

"But I could have killed him!"

"Yes, and you still might, if you don't heal his wounds." Her words caused Hermione to look into her eyes desperately. Lyra took pity on the girl, "Get over there and run your tongue over the punctures, they should heal up in a minute or so."

Hermione jumped up the second her sentence was finished. As soon as she saw the holes heal, another emotion washed over her. This time it was a warmth that ran through her whole body and settled between her legs. She was tingling all over.

"Good job," Lyra spoke with a pleased look on her face. "Let's get back to the house so you can get your frustration out."

A/N –Chapter 2 should be in the cue as soon as this one is validated.

Please review and let me know what you think!

J

With Love,

D. E.