If You Want To Go Down In History Than I'm Your Prince
Chapter One: Revalation
A year ago, on my sixteenth birthday, the strangest thing happened to me. I was alone in my manor-house, with no one but House Elves of cours, sitting in the settee room, by the fireplace. My hands were in my face, and I was debating with myself mentally. Last semester of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry when I realized that I felt something against everything that I've ever known. I loved her.
I realized that I loved her at the final day of the school year. I was sitting in the Great Hall, hiding myself from the rest of the Slytherin's, hiding myself from: the Ravenclaws, the Hufflepuffs, the Gryffindors, and Pansy Parkinson-who wanted to comfort me to the best of her ability. I wanted to be left alone, but I needed to get out of the Common Room. It was stuffy, and only cool because it was under the lake and in a dungeon. After I avoided everyone in the Great Hall, I headed to Hogwarts Grounds. That's where she was. She was sitting with them. She was always sitting with them. The Golden Boy and Mr. Hand-Me-Down-Robes were her best friends. She was the only girl, but didn't mind, she was strong, couragous, beautiful, and smart. She was my wildest fantesy brought to life. But she WASN'T mine.
And so after I looked at her, fireworks errupted in my chest, my heart beating ten times faster. Why? I have no idea. I always hated her. Flithy-blood, bushy hair, buck teeth, muddy eyes: She always gave me the impression of a beaver, but suddenly she became a goddess. A goddess bearing kindness, purity, intellegence, truth, and beauty. She was perfect but, I restate, she wasn't mine.
And that evening, alone in my parlor, I sat debating with if I could or couldn't have her. I knew I couldn't. I didn't like that, but I knew it. She was Muggle-born. I, a Pure-Blood, mixed from the Pure-Blooded Malfoys and the Most Nobel and Ancient House of Black(Pure-Blood, of cours). There was no way Hermione and I could make it. I'd be disinherited, disowned, and let down. I knew(even if my family approved)Hermione would NEVER consider me an option. I always though she fancied that Weasley anyway...But back to the story! I was home alone, lost in thought; too lost to realize someone had entered the house undetected. I was unaware of anything but my own mind and private debates to realize anything at all. That is, until I felt a sharp pain in my neck and began gushing blood all over the pure, white couch cushins. He gasped and tried to grab my neck, someone was there. A pale, dark haired figure was bent over me, sucking the blood-the life-from me, draining me. Then he stopped. He slit his wrist with his fangs and held in to my mouth.
"Drink." ordered the vampire, the creature of the night that drained me was making me drink from him. But I obeyed, a sudden rush-a sensation-overwelmed me, colors were spinning vibrantly around me, everything seemed so much clearer: my vision, my taste, my smell, my hearing, everything was so much clearer. When the vampire took his wrist away, cursing me for taking in too much of his blood. "Draco Malfoy," he said suddenly. I didn't know how he knew my name. "You're a vampire."
Now I'm back at school, and told no one of my secret. No one but Snape. I couldn't keep it a secret I needed to survive. Snape, being an excellent Potions Master, brew me a potion for me to withstand the sun, so I could live normally, but had a coffin made for me when the potion wore out of stock. I slept in the Slytherin Common Room, when the potion was given, with the rest of the Slytherin boys in my Year. People noticed differences about me, though. Pansy made it nice and clear that I wasn't eating or drinking but feigning it ("That's why you're so pale, Drakie." she said, taking my temperature with her hand, checking for fever. "Ooh! You're ice cold!"). I had to be more secretive the rest of the time. And my thirst for blood was not yeilded. Snape, being an expert in D.A.D.A as well, told me I could feed off of animals, and so I did. But besides my thirst for blood, I had a hunger too, a hunger for Hermione Granger.
I was sitting alone in a cold corridore, thinking hard on how to appraoch her, when a spark of light jumped as she entered the hall, then faded as she was accompanied by Potty Wee Potter and Weasle King. I rolled my eyes and feigned interest in a tile on the floor, looking up nervously, endetected, to see what the trio were doing. They seemed to hush up at the sight of me, Potter giving me death glares as though he suspected me of something, but I was up to nothing, and continued to stare at the tile.
"The hallways are prohibited to all students after nine." said Hermione, athority pronounced in her voice.
I smirked and tapped my Prefects badge, glancing up at them. "I have as much as right as the two of you." I said, then turned to Potter. "But as for you, you should be in your common room. I'll have to give you lines for that." My smirk turned to a grin, as I wrote on a slip and shoved it to Potter. "'I must not roam the corridores after hours'. Sounds good, eh Potty?"
Potter made a gesture to his want but I stopped him. "Threatening a Prefect?" I asked in a mocking tone. "Don't think that'll do you good now do you? How about detention?" He put his wand back, muttering under his breath. Weasley and Potter rounded the bend, but Hermione seemed entranced by me. I looked at her questionabley, then forgot: I am a vampire and my powers were reeling her in. She blinked as I stared back at her, and she hurried back down the hallway. I have power beyond this magic, I have seduction beyond any Wizards wildest dreams. I AM a vampire.
I prowled the halls longer, my Potion was yet made, so I was forced to live insomniatic for one week. I ventured through the halls, yearning a kill. Finally, making my way past retiring Prefects, I headed to the Owlery to quench my thirst. I took onto a school owl, draining the life from it, holding it's beak to silence it's screeching, finally silencing it enternally for it's death. When I ventured back to the castle, dawn was approaching, I headed to Snape's office-where my coffin was kept-and locked myself in for the day, fully quenched and extremely tired, falling into a haunted and taunting sleep about Hermione Granger...
Her beauty, her grace, the way she spoke, the way she walked, the way she was. My dream was fogged, yet she was clear as anything. She jumped into my arms, clinging to me, teasing me in whispers, and kissing me. She was tender and delicate and she was all mine.
"Oh, Draco. I love you." she whispered, kissing me.
"I love you too." I was staring at her, gazing at her as though everything was actually real.
"Draco? Draco? Draco?"
The moon was high in the sky, and Snape was standing over my now open coffin. My thirst for blood began craving, and I looked up at Snape, a fierce passion to take him was, strike him, claim him as my victim overcame me. I could feel my gaze burning into him, the feeling was intoxicating, taking Snape as my victim, but he stopped me, saying, "That hunger, that passion, the aura you're sending off is a sign of weakness, claim your victims wisely, your poor choice of this knowledge is unbearable, you shall deast upon animals only," he glared at me. "Understood?"
I nodded reluctantly, heading out of his classroom with a flick of my cape at the speed of light. I rolled through the hallways, bumping into a few Prefects, and finally going to the Owlery, finding prey and quenching my thirst. I headed back to the castle, wondering aimlessly; nosey pictures asking my whereabouts, but I dared not tell. I contined to prowl, feeling my thirst not yet quenched. I looked around the halls, bumping into none other than Hermione again.