A/N: This is my first fanfic, and my first attempt writing a story in English language. Hope you like it. The story line is from one of my small vampire novels that I sometimes write. Please tell me if you like it, (I appreciate both positive and negative responses, just don't be unfair to me :D)

Disclaimer: Don't own the characters.

Warning: A bit angsty and sexual references

Short summary: It's spring to years after Hogwarts. Draco has turned into a vampire.

Blood temptation

- A vampire fic.

It was two and a half year since she left Hogwarts. She had just been visiting Luna, who had moved in with her muggle boyfriend. She would never have imagined that Luna, with all her 'imaginary' creatures, would find someone who didn't even believe in magic!

They had been watching some of his muggle movies, making dinner together and shared the newest gossip.

Luna, in her administrating position in the ministry, apparently knew almost everything that had happened to their former class mates. Pansy Parkinson had chosen a design career; Angelina Johnson had succeeded making it to the top of professional quidditch; And Draco Malfoy had mysteriously disappeared half a year ago.

As she walked down the lonely path, she grew a little afraid. The cool spring air blew lightly in her hair, which wasn't that unruly anymore. Her steps felt like an echo on the small concrete path in the little village. She began taking longer steps, feeling like somebody was watching her.

She looked back several times, but never saw anything unusual move. She considered apparating away, and fumbled after her wand in the jacket.

She looked back again, and thought she saw a swift shadow. It was nothing. Just your imagination. Think logic. Why would anyone even be out at eleven pm. It's cold, it's dark, and there's nothing to be afraid of! She kept trying to calm herself, but her heart still raced quickly.

The fear was beginning to take over, and she practically ran while trying to find her wand. It wasn't there! It must had fallen out of her pocket or still be by Luna. But she didn't dare to go back.

There! She was sure someone was following her. She had caught a small glimpse of a cape or something.

Her breath was quickening even more, and she stormed down the path without knowing where to go. The only thing I heard were my breath and my footsteps, which sounded so loud it was deafening.

She looked back again for a few seconds, but when she turned around she regretted it. There in front of her stood a tall shadow. Completely in dark, except for his silvery blond hair, which had grown a bit longer.

She stopped running and caught her breath, while he slowly and elegant moved forward. Hands placed in his pockets.

"My, oh my, what do we have here," he said arrogantly, "if it isn't the little mudblood of mine." He smiled slyly, and laughed at her horrified, yet surprised, look.

"Don't call me that you ferret!" She bursted out after regaining some of her senses after the shock. He quickly strode forward, and grabbed her wrists pulling her forward. She struggled against him, but he didn't move an inch at her desperate efforts.

"It's a fact Granger." He said lightly, and added in a low whisper, "but that doesn't mean you blood isn't… appealing."

She looked up at him confused, wondering what he meant by that. He laughed again, and unintentionally loosened her wrists just a little. In her mind she didn't sensed it, and pulled as hard as she could, resulting in her falling backwards, landing hard on the path.

She cut her wrist on a sharp stone, and it slowly began to bleed. His laughing stopped, and he looked at her with an unreadable expression. "Here take my hand," He offered, but she just looked at it with nervous eyes.

"Well, suit yourself. You'll get a cold if you choose to sleep out here all night," he said and smirked. She took his hand, as he helped her up. He kept her hand in his, and looked interested at the cut she had gotten.

"bad cut, huh," he said more to himself. He sniffed the air. "tempting" and a low, deep voice. She grew more uncomfortable with him and the entire situation, and tried to get lose once again.

"le-let me go!" She tried to yell, but it came out as a tiny voice. He looked at her with eyes which seemed to had darkened.

"You aren't going anywhere Granger."

"P-please Draco, let go of me!" Tears started to form in her eyes. She raised her hand to his mouth and licked the wound. She saw his fangs as he did so, and realisation hit her.

"You are, a, a," she stammered, but couldn't end the sentence. He looked into her eyes and with a smooth, silky voice he ended it for her; "A vampire you mean? You know, it is a low cost for eternity." Her eyes widened even more, but he didn't give her much time to think before pushing her against the tall hedge.

He caught her other wrist, and kept her arms over her head with his one hand. That's why he is so strong then. I seriously need to get away! She fought harder, and stamped him over the feet, but it didn't help at all. He just smirked down at her. Leaning closer to her, trapping her body.

"You have always fascinated me mudblood, and now you will be mine." She tried to scream, but found she couldn't. With his free arm he zipped open her jacket and pulled it to the side. He watched down at her, while trailing a finger down her neck, ending by the start of her v-neck shirt. In one swift movement he ripped it apart.

She felt the cold air at her exposed skin, and closed her eyes to stop the tears from falling. He stood there, just looking at her with a thoughtful look in his face. He suddenly drew out his wand, pointed it at her jacket and made it disappear. He put it back from where he took it, and brought his hand up to her cheek. His gentle touch made her shiver, and she opened her eyes just a little.

He moved it slowly to her chin, lifting it up and gave her a violent kiss, his short gentleness transformed. His hand continued down her body, more roughly and possessive. It traced down her collarbone, over her breast, which he shortly gave some extra attention before continuing down to her hip.

He pulled her closer to him with his firm grip, and entered her mouth with his tongue. She tried to fight him, but he was way to strong. She felt him smirk, probable because of her weak attempts. His hand disappeared from her hip, and soon she felt something snake around her wrists. She looked up, and saw the ropes he had conjured to hold her.

Soon she realised her mistake by looking up. Her neck was totally revealed to him and his head glided slowly down to it. She looked down at the ground, moving her head to block her neck.

"So. You do wanna play before I taste your tempting, yet still dirty, blood," He laughed at her.

Her eyes widened again and she shook her head.

She heard him laugh again, before he attacked her lips once again with a newfound brutality. His hands roamed possessively over her body, and she soon felt her bra left her body, as he ripped the straps over as he had done with her shirt. His hands found her nipples immediately, and began teasing her.

She tried moving closer to the hedge, tried to get away from his hands. He once again let his hands wander to the lower of her back, and pressed her tightly into him. His possessive kiss got rougher, and one of his fangs broke the soft skin of her bottom lip. She could taste the metallic taste of her blood, and feel his tongue glide over her lips.

She opened her eyes slightly, and found herself looking into his. They were now like dark orbs, and the felt how his hands grew restless over her body. He raised his arm to grab her wrists again. The other one finding his wand to remove the ropes. As the wand was put back into his pocket, he grabbed her hair, forcing it to the side, fully exposing her neck.

She felt his tongue run over her neck, before there was an intense pain. Again she tried to scream, but it was no use. Her mind grew cloudy, and soon she fell unconscious. The last thing she remembered was the warm feeling embracing her body, the last of her resistant gone…

A/N As I said in the beginning: All constructive critics highly appreciated. Hope you enjoyed it. And just so you know: Hermione isn't dead.

It is meant to be a one shot, but if many people like it, I will consider writing more chapters, where Hermione is turning into a vampire, maybe wanting revenge or find love… what people would like the most I guess. I'm fine with both ideas. :D