Blood-Red Roses:

Desire

A/N: I decided to start another series of stories called Blood-Red Roses, they will be in both Harry and Hermione's points of view. So enjoy this new series!

The smell of her sweet blood burned my throat as I took in a breath. I felt my fangs form in my mouth and the taste of my venom. Hermione was so beautiful, so tasty.

"You're staring at me like I'm a piece of meat, Harry." She said running her fingers through her caramel colored hair nervously. I snapped out of my reverie and looked at her.

"Sorry," I replied looking away "I didn't mean to."

"Is something wrong?" she asked reaching to touch my hand, I pulled it away.

"Nothing's wrong, 'Mione." I looked away into the night.

"Okay, why don't you play Quidditch anymore? Ron's the most horrible captain. You surely know that." She said moving closer to me.

I chuckled darkly, "Oh I know, I guess-I guess I just grew out of Quidditch." I said

"Why don't you let me touch you anymore?" she asked taking another step, another stride of burning in my throat.

"I let you touch me," I said softly

She rolled her beautiful cinnamon colored eyes "Yeah, and I can ride a broom. You never let me hug you, just now when I tried to hold your hand you pulled it away."

I opened my arms and pulled her into a hug, I felt her body shiver as she made contact with my cold skin. I held my breath; there was no way I could control myself if I took a breath of her sweet scent. She pulled away and I inhaled the burn traveling down my throat again. Just one bite.

No, one bite could go horribly wrong, I could kill here then I would be forced to walk the earth for eternity without her. In truth, I loved her. That's why I didn't attack her the minute she asked to see me.

"It felt good to hug you again, Harry. But get a jacket, your shirt won't keep you warm." She smiled kindly at me as she took my hand. I love her, but to I have the strength to keep her away? No, I don't. I couldn't, I won't push her away but I won't keep her close. Her scent is no different from the others.

You're lying to yourself, Harry. Her scent is very different from the others. My conscience argued

I know, but I must-I must keep Hermione safe. I replied to the voice

You love her she's the one. Kiss her then ask for a bite.

I was disgusted with my conscience. No, I wouldn't kiss Hermione and then ask to drink her blood. I may not be human but I'm not quite a monster, yet. Hermione, my best friend since first year. The first person to ever give me a hug, the one who always stuck with me. She stared at me with her eyes, waiting patiently for me to say something. I listened hard for her thoughts but heard none, so maybe I didn't have a power.

But you can play with her thoughts. The voice said again

I have no need, it will work out all on it's own. I argued.

I placed my hand on her soft, warm cheek. I saw the blood rush to it as a blush came over her face.

"Hermione," I whispered

"Harry," she replied. I bent down and pressed my lips to hers, she wrapped her arms around my neck and returned the kiss. I saw her knee go back as she kissed me, my throat felt as though the fire would never go out. My fangs grew out again and I moaned in pain from the constant burn in my throat. My fangs pierced her bottom lip and a drop of blood fell into my mouth. That was all it took, one drop. Her blood was addictive another drop fell. Blood is like a human's chocolate, sweet and addicting. She pulled back from the kiss sucking in her bottom lip.

"I must have bitten my lip from nervousness." She said softly as we went to sit on one of the cement benches.

I didn't pay attention to her words, the monster in me was roaring. I needed more, the burn in my throat wouldn't go away.

"Hermione," I said my voice hoarse from thirst, "I need to go."

"Okay," she replied "I'll see you tomorrow." She kissed my cheek and left to the Gryffindor Common Room. I swiped my finger over my cheek and watched as the red liquid came off onto it. I put my finger into my mouth and ran to Hogsmeade. I found a homeless man in the darkness of an alleyway. My first victim of the night. I plunged my fangs into his neck and drained his body of blood. I turned and ran with my abnormal speed, I continued draining poor innocent people of their blood to quench my thirst. None of their blood was as appealing as Hermione's though. There would always be that one part of me, the monster, that would crave her delicious blood. I followed a scent that was appealing to my thirst, letting my instincts take over. It was another homeless woman no older that thirty-four. Something lied beside her. I came up from behind her and plunged my fangs into her neck draining her of her blood. After I was finished I had licked my lips and began to leave when I heard a cry. I turned and saw a small bundle, the object I had seen. It was a baby. I picked up the bundle and looked at the crying baby. The baby had caramel brown hair and innocent green eyes, he couldn't be older than three days. I couldn't leave the poor thing in the streets. I had killed its mother after all. I made sure the baby was wrapped up tightly, so it wouldn't get cold. Then I ran back into Hogwarts. I had told Dumbledore about my condition and he had given me my own room to live in. It had no windows so the sun couldn't come in. It had a black four poster bed with a black and gray comforter in the center of the room. The walls were made out of black stone and the floor was a deep red, polished cherry wood. There was a cherry wood dresser on the southern wall. Two cherry wood end tables sat on each side of my bed. I placed the baby on the bed and unraveled him from the dirty blanket. All the baby had on was a fresh diaper. It was a boy.

"James," I said decidedly to the baby "James Albus Potter."

James closed his green eyes and curled stretched out on the bed. I threw away the dirty blankets and wrapped a clean blanket around James. Now, what would I say when people asked where he came from? An idea popped into my head, it would be perfect. I had made sure James was sound asleep before I ran to the Girl's Dormitory to get Hermione. She was still awake and followed her to my room. I told her that I had been down in Hogsmeade trying to get my mind off things when I found a baby lying in an alleyway. She believed me.

"He's adorable." She cooed stroking James' cheek "He-he looks like us." She said furrowing her brow.

"That's my plan, he's no older than three days so we can pretend you were pregnant and that we had a concealing charm on you."

She looked at me then at James "You had this all planned out?"

"I had to think up an idea when I found him." I shrugged sitting beside her.

"So let me make sure I got this right, you got me pregnant and three days ago I gave birth to James, correct?" she asked

"Yeah, you have it right." I replied.

"I'm a mother." She cradled James in her arms, who then opened his eyes. She smiled warmly and took him to the bathroom in my room. She held him on her hip while she ran warm water in the sink. She placed James in it and started to wash him.

"I'll head down to Hogsmeade and get him some clothes," I said

"Alright," she replied taking a soft wash cloth and wiping the dirt off James' body. I ran to Hogsmeade and went into a baby store. I bought several things of clothes, toys, diapers, socks, bottles, baby formula, a crib, a diaper changing station and a book about babies. I paid for the items and headed back to the castle, I went up to my room and saw Hermione holding James in a towel. I set up the diaper changing station it was made out of cherry wood. We put it on the Western Wall. Hermione placed a naked James on the changing station and searched through one of the twenty bags I had brought. She found a pack of diapers and put it on James. I was building the crib on the eastern wall, which was also made out of black wood. When I finished building it Hermione placed James in it. James closed his green eyes and quickly fell asleep. I covered him with a small blue blanket and Hermione and I sat on my bed. She layed her head on my chest and fell asleep. I stayed awake for I cannot sleep, I would have to tell her what I am soon.