Chapter 1- A Halloween to Die For
Hermione was beautiful at eighteen, standing at 5' 4", hundred pounds, her once wildly curly hair had calmed down, relaxing into soft golden waves. She had matured, her body developing into that of a woman's, breasts filling out her c-cup bra.
She had been named head girl over the summer, which gave her the privilege of a privet room on the seventh floor. The only down side -other than the fact that she didn't see her friends that much- was the her room was joined to the head boy's room by a very beautiful shared bathroom. To no ones surprise Draco had been named head boy, and shared the beautiful bathroom. It was very rare that the two ran into each other, but on the few occurrences it had been hostel and ended with Hermione fuming.
It was the night of Halloween and the feast was over, everyone back in their common rooms, laughing with one another. But Hermione's presence had been requested in the Headmaster's office, dressed to be outside for a few hours.
Hermione hummed to herself as she slipping on a pair of shoes. She stood up and looked in her mirror. She was dressed in her favorite pair of low rise jeans that fit her like a glove, matching it with a crimson sweatshirt that clung to her curvy and slender frame. She tied her hair back into low pony tail, then smiled. She rushed from the room and walked down the hall, startled when she saw Draco and Dumbledore standing in front of a stone gargoyle.
"Good evening, headmaster." Hermione smiled at the aged wizard. "How are you?"
"Excellent, sir." Hermione glanced at Draco. "What did you need from us?"
"Professor Sprout is feeling a bit under the weather and she needs help gathering things for her classes tomorrow. I need you both to go into the forest and gather these." Dumbledore handed them each a list, along with a cloth bag. "Be on guard at all times, and don't split up."
"Of course, sir." Draco said dryly. Dumbledore smiled and turned, causing the statue to jump aside, the headmaster quickly disappeared.
Hermione and Draco started to walk away from the statue, remaining silent as they rushed down the many staircases. They reached the great oak doors and lit their wands.
"I don't care what Dumbledore said, we're splitting up. You take your list, and I'll take mine and we'll meet at the edge of the forest in an hour." Draco said hurriedly as they stood at the edge of the forest. He then turned and rushed into the dark forest, his wand light disappearing in the mass of darkness of the Forbidden Forest.
Hermione took a deep breath and looked at her list. "Bark from an Orion tree." Hermione took another deep breath and walked into the forest.
She hated that forest, nothing good ever happened in the forbidden forest. She hated going into the forest with Harry and Ron, and now she was on her own and she couldn't stop her wand hand shaking slightly.
"Finally." Hermione whispered as she found the tree. She ripped off a large piece of the bark and put it in the bag. She turned her back to the tree and heard a twig crack. "Who's there?" Hermione trembled, dropping the list and bag.
"Such beauty should not be out here unescorted." A tall, pale, slender man appeared in front of Hermione, causing her to stumble back, slumping against the tree.
"What do you want?" Hermione gulped staring into the man's black eyes.
"I'm not here to hurt you, Hermione." He touched her cheek softly, voice gentle and calm.
"How do you know who I am?" Hermione's heart pounded in her chest.
"I've been watching over you." He stepped closer to the girl. "My name is Demetry, I believe you've read about me." Demetry smiled, flashing his fangs.
"The vampire king, changed by Elizabeth in 1802." Hermione recited from memory.
"I am not king, I was the queens mate, and sadly she was bled to death two years ago, and tonight is the last night for me to turn the new queen. And you are marked as her heir." Demetry touched a birthmark behind Hermione's ear.
"What?" Hermione gasped.
Demetry felt a boy approaching and knew he needed to flee. He picked up the girl and ran quickly through the forest. Hermione huddled against the man, clenching his shirt out of fear of falling.
"Where am I?" Hermione stood in front of a large manor, lip trembling as she realized how far she was from school.
"You have a choice to make." He stood in front of his door, holding his hand out to the girl. "Come with me, fulfill your destiny then finish your school as a queen. Or we'll say our goodbyes here."
Hermione looked between the man and the forest, she believed was the back entrance to the Forbidden Forest. She gulped as she turned her back to the way back to Hogwarts, walking up to the vampire, taking his hand.
Demetry led the girl through his house, leading her to a large sitting room. He poured two glasses of wine, offering her one.
"It's red wine." He whispered, seeing Hermione's apprehension. He sat down next to her and watched her sip the drink. "Relax, my dear, nothing I do will hurt you."
"Why me?" Hermione whispered, taking a large gulp of wine.
"You were born in the time of darkness, during the blood festival." He caressed her cheek.
"What?" Hermione asked, finding the man's touch comforting.
"The blood festival happens on the current queen's thousandth birthday, and the time of darkness is the minute that bridges two days together." Demetry explained. "You're beautiful, you shouldn't hide behind books." Hermione just looked away, sipping her wine. "You are a queen, my dear, vampires will bow at you feet, fulfill your every desire. You need to get use to flattery." Demetry leaned into the girl, running his hand through her hair.
"Every desire?" Hermione whispered to no one in particular.
"Yes, any and everything." Demetry kissed her cheek. "Starting with us."
"Us?" Hermione whispered, turning her head towards the man.
"There is more to your transformation than most. You need to be connected to the last queen's mate while he's changing you." Demetry tilted his head, kissing her neck.
"Connected?" Hermione's mind spun from the mix of information and sensations Demetry's kisses caused.
"Tonight is about you." Demetry whispered, touching her thigh, as he moved up to kiss her deeply.
Hermione dropped the wine glass, kissing the man back passionately. Demetry pushed the girl down to the sofa, unzipping her sweatshirt to revile a black lacy bra. Hermione groaned has she felt him caress her stomach. Demetry stopped and stood up, offering his hand to the girl.
"A couch is improper for a queen, the bedroom is more appropriate." Demetry smiled at the girl's flushed face. Hermione just nodded, taking the man's hand.
Demetry led the girl up a grand staircase, stopping at a double door entrance to the master bedroom. He opened the doors for the girl, then snapped. Candles, all around the room, lit, giving the room a romantic glow. Hermione's eyes were drawn to a large four poster bed, made up with red sheets.
"All for you, my queen." Demetry whispered. He stood behind the girl, sliding her sweatshirt off. He caressed her lower back, waist, and abdomen, before undoing her jeans. He kissed her neck, receiving small moans when he nipped at her skin.
Hermione spun around, kissing the man deeply as she tore off his button up shirt. She undid his pants and they fell around his ankles. Demetry picked up the girl and carried her to the bed, laying her down so her head was on the pillows. He kissed down her neck and all over her shoulders. He took off her bra and made quick work of covering one of the girl's nipples with his mouth, massaging the other.
Hermione was going out of her mind with pleasure. With every flick of Demetry's tongue she moaned. He switched back and forth between the two nipples, but she groaned as he moved down her torso, his tongue sensually dipping into the girl's bellybutton. He reached the waist band of her panties, and looked up at the girl, seeing her face contorted with pleasure. He ripped off the panties and Hermione spread her legs for the man.
Demetry kissed the inside of the girl's thighs, slowly working his way to her need. He reached the wet flesh and found the scent intoxicating. He looked up at the girl and watched her as his tongue ran against her slit. Hermione moaned loudly and Demetry smiled inwardly. He repeated the motion over and over before he wanted more. He dipped his tongue deeper, ending with a flick of her sensitive button.
"Demetry." Hermione moaned, clenching the sheets.
Demetry felt even better, and sped up his motions, slipping his tongue into the girl's tightness, before going back to the stimulation. Hermione bucked her hips against the man's face and Demetry knew she was close. His tongue moved to concentrate on her clit, his fingers slipping into her.
Hermione screamed as she crashed into her orgasm. Demetry continued with his gentle licking, waiting for the girl to calm down.
"How was that?" Demetry asked as he crawled over the girl.
"Never felt that good in my entire life." Hermione panted.
"Are you feeling up to continuing?" Demetry kissed the girl's neck.
"Yes." Hermione whispered.
Demetry slid off his boxers, and quickly entered the girl, breaking through her barrier. Hermione cried out but Demetry quickly covered her mouth with his. He started thrusting and Hermione quickly was lost in the pleasure. Demetry made sure Hermione was in complete ecstasy when he quickly bit her neck, drinking the blood that poured into his mouth.
"Ugh, yes." Hermione moaned, as she moved her hips.
Demetry sped up his pace and by the time he was close to his climax, Hermione was almost out of blood. They came together, Hermione screaming in pleasure before the last few drops were drank by the man.
Demetry slipped himself out of the girl and sat next to the girl, biting his own wrist. He held the wound above the girl's mouth, letting the blood flow into her mouth. After a minute Hermione began to breath again and Demetry pulled his wrist away. He slipped off the bed and slid on his boxers, walking over to a large window.
Hours past and Demetry didn't move from his spot. He was watching the sunrise when he heard Hermione stir from her sleep.
"Morning, love." Demetry whispered, staying in his spot. "How do you feel?"
"Different." Hermione whispered, she slipped off the bed and wrapped a sheet around herself, walking over to the man. "I thought vampires were burned by the sun."
"Usually, but you are far from usual. You're special. You've been able to retain your magic, you can be in the sun without burning. You are now queen." Demetry looked at the girl. "Now you just need to do one more thing."
"Yes?" Hermione smiled.
"You need to kill me." Demetry said it as if it was nothing.
"What? Why?" Hermione gulped.
"I am the mate of the last queen, my job was to find and change you. You need to now find your own mate. It has to be the first one you change." Demetry explained. "This house is yours, along with everything in it. The former queen's diary is in the night stand, it should help you along your journey,"
"Do I really have to?" Hermione asked, holding the sheet to her.
"Yes, it is required." Demetry sighed. He walked over to the bed, sitting down on the edge. Hermione walked over to the man and kissed him softly before moving to his neck.
"Thank you, Demetry." Hermione whispered before sinking her new fangs into his skin. She drank the blood, finding the warm liquid comforting as it flowed down her throat. Hermione pulled away and licked the wound before laying the man down.
Hermione had to leave. She dressed quickly and grabbed the diary out of the nightstand. She rushed out of house and took a deep breath.
It finally hit her. She had no idea where she was, and no idea how to get back to Hogwarts. She shut her eyes and thought about the school and suddenly felt her body jerk. She opened her eyes and found herself on the edge of the Forbidden Forest. She fell to the ground, trying to grasp her new identity.
Everything was hitting her at once. She had died the night before while a Vampire took her virginity. He had brought her into a new world, promising her love and affection, pleasing her until she couldn't stand it, then disappeared. He left her confused and alone to fend for herself.
She laid on the ground, feeling the cold set in around her. She heard a distant shuffle of feet and knew what was about to come. She just closed her eyes and drifted off.