A/N: This story takes place in 2017 when we find out what happens to everyone, like after we see them on the platform with their children and whatnot. The main characters will be Draco and Hermione. So let's do this! Sorry I waited for so long after writing my first story to write another. But college is demanding. lol okay, now let's go.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but I aspire to own Draco Malfoy. Yum. Ha.
Fangs of Another Sort by Vanny Tea
"Ron, dear. Why do you encourage ill feelings between our children and Draco Malfoy's? I don't want them going through what we did when we went to Hogwarts," Hermione huffed at her husband.
"I'm sorry Hermione. I just never liked that slimy git. I always hated how he looked at me, you, and Harry - but especially you," Ron confessed.
"What do you mean?" Hermione asked, quirking a brow.
"He always looked at you like you were a plaything. Like something he wanted to manipulate until it broke. Sick fellow, he is." Ron wrinkled his nose in disgust.
"Oh. I never noticed. He just always seemed so sad to me or conflicted or something," Hermione said, grabbing Hugo's hand and walking with him and her husband off of the platform.
"Sad? Maybe later in life, but definitely not in the early years of us knowing him. He was definitely a wanker," Ron said, laughing.
"Ron! Hugo's listening. Now hush up. You have to fly Hugo home, dear. I'm going to pick up some things and Apparate. So I'll meet you there, okay?" she said, kissing Ron lightly on the lips.
"Why can't we just go together?" Ron pouted.
"Because Apparating makes Hugo feel sick and I hate flying," Hermione contested.
"Bye mommy!" Hugo said happily, hugging her waist.
"I'll see you two at home. I love you! I might be stopping by Luna's as well!" Hermione called as they took off on their broomstick.
Hermione gathered herself and Apparated to Diagon Alley, to pick up several things for her daughter and for the home. She was so incredibly excited that Rose was going to the place where she found herself - her true self. She decided she must send a care package with everything she might need. The Alley was very slow that day since all the children were already in school and most wizards and witches were at work. There were just some recently graduated Hogwarts alumni wandering about and some people who worked in Diagon Alley on their lunch breaks. But save for them, there was no one else.
She wanted to buy Rose a set of books, a broomstick, a pet and whatever little trinket George could offer her at Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. It was a bit overkill but she decided her little girl deserved it all. The sun was going down and she knew she'd have to leave soon to visit Luna as she'd told Ron.
She turned to leave but as she approached the exit, there was an eerie feeling growing inside of her. She knew instantly that something was not right. Most of the Diagon Alley staff and shoppers had left and she realized she was the only one around for several blocks. She didn't know if this feeling was because she was alone or because something was wrong with one of her children or Ron. All she knew was that this sick feeling was growing more and more intense and the hairs on the back of her neck began to stand up. She needed to get home fast.
However, before she pulled her wand to Apparate, she heard a faint sound in the distance. It seemed like someone choking, but different, like they were being suffocated or something. It was towards the alley that lead to Borgin and Burkes. She knew she shouldn't follow it but she figured she had to see if everything was all right. She had fought off the darkest wizards in the world after all - what danger could whatever this was possibly be? She inched closer and closer, apprehensively, with her wand drawn. She had tucked her packages into her magically extended bag so her hands were freed.
As she drew closer the breathing got heavier and heavier and she knew whoever it was coming from was close. It was faint but steady and she knew whoever it was had been injured.
"Hello?" Hermione whispered into the darkness.
There was no response so she proceeded.
"Lumos!" Hermione muttered and the dark alley was illuminated. She gasped loudly at what she saw.
A hooded figure rushed away as soon as Hermione's wand lit up. She didn't get a good look at what it was but she had her suspicions. She looked down at what it left behind. It was in fact a person, that she had heard.
"My heavens, are you all right?" Hermione knelt down to him and checked his pulse. "What happened?"
"Take me inside, please …" the man whispered weakly.
Hermione couldn't get a clear enough view of him, but she presumed he was around her age. His face was covered in lesions that were growing more and more rapidly and he was bleeding profusely from one spot, but she could not figure out from where.
She blasted the door open to Borgin and Burkes and dragged the stranger inside and rested him against an old chest. The floor was dusty and it was evident that this place had been abandoned for some time.
She tried every spell she knew that would heal up the lesions but nothing was working. They just kept reappearing all over his face and presumably his entire body.
"Ferula!" Hermione yelled finally and bandages covered his face and hands. "You must try to tell me what happened, sir."
"Attack … a girl. I fought off … and he attacked … me," his voice wavered and he could only manage a whisper which made Hermione have to lean in very close to hear.
"What was it?" Hermione asked eagerly. "I need to know so I can cure you."
"My neck … pain," he whispered.
Hermione gently pushed his head to the side and shone her wand on his neck. She gasped loudly. There were two circular puncture wounds that were oozing blood.
"A vampire!" Hermione said, disbelievingly.
"What!" the stranger exclaimed, causing him to choke a bit. Fear was evident in his eyes.
"I must get you under ground. The sun will weaken you even though it's setting. You must help me though," Hermione told him and he nodded, making his blood-stained blonde hair fall over his bandaged face.
"Reducto!" she shouted at the door to the basement, and it shattered to pieces. She dragged the man to the top of the stairs and stopped.
"Mobilicorpus!" she said, and levitated the man down the stairs and into a corner. It was even dirtier and dustier down there than it was upstairs. She conjured up another door and replaced the one she'd destroyed moments before.
"Are you feeling better, sir?" Hermione asked.
"Yes, thank-you." the man said, sounding better already, "Am I to turn into a vampire?"
"If something isn't done soon, then yes. I need to make you a potion that will reverse the effects of the bite," Hermione said into complete darkness. "Lumos Maxima. Oh the lesions are disappearing. I'm going to unbandage you."
She got closer and set her wand down on the ground. She peeled back the layers of stained gauze and uncovered a perfect alabaster complexion. She gasped loudly and jumped back.
"Malfoy!?" she exclaimed. "Why didn't you say it was you?!"
"I figured it wasn't important. Just help me, please. I feel very weak and I can't be a vampire, not for my son's sake." he leaned his head and his eyes fluttered shut. He was unconscious.
Hermione set out to find the ingredients for a potion she'd read about once. It slowed down the effect of a vampire bite if taken as soon as possible. She knew she had to hurry or the effects would be irreversible.
She could not believe it was Malfoy of all people it could have been. The chances of her knowing the victim were so slim yet there he was, covered in his own blood, slowly changing into a vampire. She'd never encountered a vampire before or brewed that potion, but she had no doubt in her mind that she could save him.
She Apparated into several shops to collect her ingredients as they were all closed. She left money and sorry notes in all the shops she'd stolen things. They were only a courtesy. Most shop owners gave her whatever she wanted for free.
She hurried back to the basement where Malfoy was still unconscious. With a careful eye she measured out her unicorn horn shavings, basil root, jellied toad eggs, leech legs, and valerian roots. She mixed them up to the best of her knowledge and it seemed to be correct. There were just two more things she needed - a drop of human blood and a drop of blood from the inflicted. She pricked Draco's finger and squeezed out a drop into the cauldron and it fizzled, turning a bright white before it turned violent red. She then pricked her own finger and the blood fell in, making the potion a deathly black color.
She poured some of the draught into a goblet she'd found and rinsed out. She held Draco's neck with one hand upright and tipped the potion into his mouth with the other. He was still unconscious but his body began to twitch and shake violently, causing Hermione to have to back away for fear of being hit. This continued for several more minutes until his body finally went limp.
"Malfoy?" Hermione urged but no response. "Malfoy!" she nudged him and his eyes shot open.
"I feel … fantastic," Malfoy grinned. "But why am I so hungry?"
"Oh, dear." Hermione drew her wand.
A/N: Buahahaha. I've had a vampire story brewing in my mind for about 2 years for Draco and Hermione but just haven't gotten a minute to sit down and write it. But here it is! I hope you like it. R/R!