Disclaimer: None of this happened. The only thing I own here is my storyline. Hermione is definitely not mine!
A/N: I wrote this a long time ago and had actually posted it... I never actually finished this story, so I thought I would edit it and try again. Enjoy!
Bitten Fear
A moan erupted from Hermione's lips as she turned the taps and dunked her head under the cool rush of water. When she came up for air, she twisted the taps to turn it off. She then studied her reflection in the mirror, noticing everything was blurring around the edges like an old, fading photograph. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, her fingers tracing the new bite mark on her neck.
She wanted to examine the situation and see it from every angle. Does this… bite mean what… she thought… it meant? Her forehead crinkled as she tried to form more coherent thoughts, but everything kept fading in and out of sight. She grasped the bathroom counter as her knees buckled. Darkness met her eyes, and she was falling… falling…
Hermione opened her eyes to bright, fluorescent lights. She noticed she was lying on the tiled, bathroom floor, not being as disgusted as she should be by the predicament. Nothing looked quite the same; every color in the bathroom appeared sharper and fresher; it was like she never saw the world the way it was meant to be seen before.
Slowly, she sat up. The pain in her neck had receded. Her back hurt a little, but that was to be expected from collapsing on a tiled floor and sleeping there all night. Finally, she stood up and looked in the mirror.
As far as she could tell, she didn't look that different. The bite on her neck had lightened; with any luck, it would disappear eventually. She sighed and combed her hair with her fingers, pulling strands to cover more of her face and neck.
A knock came from the door. "Hermione?" her mom asked. "I want to grab some towels to put in the laundry. Could you open the door, please?" She did as her mom asked. Her mom didn't seem to notice anything different about Hermione as she walked into the bathroom, but Hermione did notice that her mom smelled different, enticing in fact. She smelled like food! Hermione yelped and quickly backed away from her mom, biting down on her lips. She decided she was just really hungry and went down to the kitchen.
She toasted an English muffin and buttered it. Her eyes widened when she bit into it—it didn't taste like an English muffin! It tasted like… like dirt with a side of mud! She grabbed a napkin and spat the vile thing out, nearly gagging in the process. Clearly, she did not like English muffins anymore. Sighing, she threw it in the garbage can. Maybe an omelet will suffice.
Her omelet came out a little messy in the end, but it did look edible. It smelled kind of rotten though, and she wondered if eggs could actually expire. She checked the carton, and the eggs were supposedly okay. She bit into it, and it was even worse than the English muffin. It tasted like a used diaper. Hermione's body began jerking as her body wanted to reject it by puking, but there was nothing in her system to puke up. For the time being, she concluded that she should avoid food.
She ran into her room and pulled out her wizard books. It was time to do some research on vampires.
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