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Chapter one.
A young women walked through the grounds of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, for anyone who had been to the school in the last century, the school and its grounds would be unrecognizable. The once green plush landscape was strewn with , rotting, decaying corpses. This was the scene of a battle fought for over a decade among child and adult. Now over, Hermione Jane Granger was no more a child but a twenty one year old witch with no-one left. It was official Lord Voldermort had won. As she moved stealthily through the wreckage and rubble trying to avoid being detected, as it would only mean one thing; death or a death-eaters whore.
Up ahead she heard distant voices and tried to sneak into the shadows of the Forbidden Forest, only to discover that she had walked into a camp. Looking around to see if anyone had discovered her sudden appearance, she found that a group of her fellow order members who had survived, were tied up and gagged. She cursed out loud, her good natured soul could not bare to see those whom she cared for and respected treated in such a cruel degrading way. Slowly she crossed the clearing, determination shone clearly through her otherwise detached eyes. 'If it's the last thing that I can do I can set these people free give them a chance to escape over-sea's and to try to start a new life for themselves.' So against the natural instinct of fight or flight she began untying their bonds.
Meanwhile a young man stood and watched as the Golden Trio's whore began to bend and undo the rest of his prisoners bindings, and watched as those who had been freed ran off into the forest. 'Oh well' he smiled sadistically, 'just means more sport for myself.' Just as she freed the last and was about to stand up, he clasped his arms round her waist from behind and brought his hand to her mouth to muffle the sound of her sharp scream. Oh how he would of loved to see her face. The terror shinning through her honey colored eyes.
"My, my who do we have here but our very own lioness?" He whispered huskily into her ear. How he hated this Mudblood. The Mudblood who had bested him at absolutely everything, who had turned him down in their seventh year. The Mudblood who would spring to mind every time he would lay in bed another random witch wrapped around him beneath the sheets. The one that got away. Well not tonight, this little vixen would be his now forever more, wether she liked it or not. Under his strong and powerful arms she attempted to fight, this made him chuckle at her futile attempts. However his chuckles soon turned into a hiss as she bit into his palm with all the strength she could muster. Reflectively he pulled his mouth away from her mouth sharply and she stumbled to the floor beneath him. Before he had time to regain himself she was up and then running off into the darkness of the woods. Swearing and Muttering he took off after her.
Hermione could not believe her stupidity but as lady luck once again stepped in to intervene she took her shot and pelted into the dark trying to escape from his malicious grasp. Fear and terror gave her the adrenalin to sprint through the dense branches of the woods, twigs and branches catching at her clothes and hair as she continued to run. It was only once she noticed that she could not hear the sound of footsteps behind her that she slowed down. If there was one thing she knew about Malfoy she knew that he loved the thrill of the chase, so where was he? As she jogged trying to get an idea of exactly where she was, she heard someone stalking through the bracken to the east of her. Squinting her eyes to try to focus them on the moving figure she caught a flash of his silvery hair in the scarce moonlight that breached through the tops of the trees. He moved with such speed and stealth, picking up her pace she ran like the wind and could hear him picking up his speed. It was almost like he was hunting and she was his prey. Within a second he was upon her pinning he down onto the damp mossed covered floor, straddling her his powerful limps held her soundly down, no chance of turning the tides and gaining the upper hand she surrendered. Death was most likely what her punishment would be, but Draco had other ideas on his mind.
Draco looked down upon the witch he had trapped beneath him and felt his mouth water with the smell of her. It was something that he had no control over and as his mouth began to moisten with the hunger that he had tried to ignore, he brought his lips down to the pulse point in her delicate long neck. His teeth elongated and punctured through the delicate tissue. Hermione gasped, recognition ignited in her eyes as she realized exactly what was about to happen. He had never tasted anything so pure and delicious as her life force, he drank until his hearts content. The warm liquid gushed down his throat. Her memories flashed before his eyes. Her first words, her first steps, first day she had practiced magic unconsciously, when she began to suspect she wasn't just an ordinary girl, receiving her letter, boarding the Hogwarts express, he knew her every waking and sleeping moment her every dream and desire. Desire. She desired him, loved him even. Shocked he pulled back before remembering what that would mean for her, he looked over her face her eyes glassy and clouded, seeing but not quite. Her face was flushed and her body began to convulse. Cursing out loud he realized what he had done. Her body was infected now, like his had become over four years ago. The venom would be spread to far, there was nothing to do other than wait. So with that he gathered her up in his arms and apparated back to his manor.
Fire. The burning was uncontrollable as the flame spread through her body, she felt her body stiffen and convulse again. Days? Weeks? Months? How long had this gone on for? Then she felt her heart slow. 'No Hermione!' she told herself, 'don't you give up! Don't you let go!' although she willed it so she felt the beatings of her heart die until there was no more. Although her heart had stilled the fire within her continued to rage, and when she thought there was no way to extinguish it, it rushed to her throat where she opened her mouth and let out a blood curdling shriek of agony. Then she lay still and all that was left was the dull throb in her throat. Opening her eyes she found that her sight was so much more sharper, enhanced. She could see the molecules of dust floating in the air around her, the sunlight shinning in through the dark heavy curtains. 'Sunlight?' she thought to herself how bizarre. She sat straight and began to stand, it felt like she was made of glass, agile but the strength in her arms and legs as she pushed her self of the bed was amazing. She walked over to the window and drew the curtains back and the sunlight hit her eyes making her blink, her eyes they stung but hey? At least she hadn't been incinerated. She made her way around the room and noticed two doors. One had to be an exit she thought to herself. Walking across the room she came to the first door, which was of an old maple with beautiful hand crafted floral designs bordering the frame. The handle was once again intrinsically designed and felt cool in her hand, turning it she entered a magnificent bathroom. A huge mirror stood on the wall opposite the doorway, slowly she made her way over to the panel of reflective glass.
Draco watched from the doorway as the witch/vampire took in her new appearance. Although he had always admired her from afar, and had secretly thought her perfect, he could not deny that the differences from her change had made her even more breathtaking. Her skin which once held a faint olive tone now glowed with a creamy and milky complexion. Her hair was now calm and smooth no sign of the frizz which he had so enjoyed taunting her about. It now cascaded down her back in soft curls, which framed her face delicately. Her eyes where what had changed the most dramatically, once a honey colour, now shone through dark heavy lashes with multiple colour; gold, cocoa, honey, hazel, green and caramel. Her body although always slim, had become curved, his eyes followed the directions of her curves, the small defined waist, rounded hips, bottom, the heave and fall of her chest. Truly a temptress, a seductress, a perfect hunter. He watched as she gazed into the mirror, her hand reaching up to touch her now plump red rosebud lips, no need for lipstick anymore, it was all natural. She was shocked, was this beauty standing before her in the mirror really her own reflection? Yes from what she could remember about their brief study of Vampirism in seventh year, that with the change comes enhanced looks so they could lure in victims, but the reflection before he seemed surreal.
She vaguely noticed movement in the reflection, somewhere behind her, however she was entranced with what she was seeing in the mirror. Slowly she heard a voice whisper in her ear, sending shivers pleasantly up her spine.
"See 'Mione, now you see the beauty that I saw in second year, now do you understand how I could love, feel for you? I am still that same monster, and yes I have pulled you down with me like you said I would. But tell me does it not feel exhilarating?" his mouth was just below her neck, where he had bitten her with such fierce desire in his eyes. Turning her into 'that same monster.'
''Yes whilst it does feel exhilarating, why Mallory? why make me into that monster? Why not just finish me off? Get me out of your system once and for all? Why make me similar to you?'' She said calmly although she was furious, tears feel in rivulets down her cheeks, raising her hand to wipe the moisture from her face she found that it was not the normal salty bodily fluid but the red crimson of blood. She stared at it with fascination. Draco looked down at her and saw the smeared trail of tears on her cheeks. Taking her hand he held it up to his lips where he kissed her bloodied fingertips, his tongue softly caressing the skin and his teeth gently nipping at the flesh of his chosen mate beneath his cold lips.
Hermione's breath caught in her throat, although un-needed it came naturally like a smoker inhaling the much needed nicotine. It was like a sweet addiction, the feel of his lips tracing her fingertips like a soft whisper. He brought her hands up to his cold face and she cupped his cheek in admiration. Yes she detested this boy, man, this monster in front of her but to see this other side of him so blatantly it made her feel aglow with warmth. His eyes never left hers as he wrapped his strong arms around her waist and brought her flush up against his lean cold body. His lips fell upon hers with a primitive hunger, all the suppressed tension of the past now boiled from beneath the surface with such fiery passion. It was only when Hermione felt the frame of the bed behind her knees did she pull away. This short pause however was not one of hesitation but one of desperation. Desperate to feel his skin on hers, she removed her clothing. (A simple night dress in which Draco had changed her into upon their arrival.) Draco soon followed suit and pushed her onto the bed. He watched how her hair lay around her face like a fountain of honeys and golds. How her chest raised with each labored breath. He just took a moment to compare this to his dreams and this was far more extravagant than any dream his mild imagination could muster.
He crawled up her body on his hands and knees, wrapping her legs round his waist as he felt her heat against his hardened cock. Oh how he had desired, dreamed, wanted this. He nipped lightly on her bottom lip asking for entry, she allowed him to taste and take every part of her. The feeling of his manhood against her swollen clit was enough just to send her over the edge, and she thought she'd never felt anything as good as just that before. That was until he slowly pushed inside of her warm moist passage.
They lay with their legs entwined and their faces shone with such pleasure and sheer utter exhaustion. Draco glanced over at the beauty lying next to him, his fingers traced the teeth marks on her collar bone she had received during their love making. 'Yes' he thought 'we just made love.' This was a serious moment in the young mans life as he before had never made love to a women, yes he'd fucked and screwed women, even used and abused some, but Hermione Jane Granger was one woman who his subconscious had chosen. The one whom he could not get and he couldn't believe his luck at having her lay so wantonly in her bed.
"I'm quite surprised at you granger," he whispered to her softly. "You have not asked me any questions at all, regarding your sudden predicament. Is there not anything that you wish to know?" He looked down upon his angel and saw her brows scrunch together in frustration. Propping herself up on her elbows she looked at the face of the man that had killed her in order to save her from the likes of his father.
"Why?" was all she asked. Taken aback at her lack of questioning, he settled back down onto the large plump pillows and tried to explain to the young women why he had chosen her.
It had all started during there second year, just a stupid infatuation that he had tried to shake, then in third year she had clumped him one. No one had ever had the nerve to strike him like that without fear of the consequence. It was this lack of fear from his courageous lioness and the raw passion that had shone like a beacon on her face that had spurred his emotions and hormones into that of a frenzied love struck teenager. The feelings he felt for the stubborn Gryffindor grew and grew. His father and Voldermort were the only ones to stop him from proclaiming his love of the Golden Trio's Princess. That was until one night on a mission as a death eater he was attacked by a vampire. So at the tender age of fourteen he was changed into the creature that the Dark Lord had feared and admired. He stayed within the ranks of the the Dark Lord a feared and respected killer, answering to no one, not even Voldemort. Then at the final battle, Voldermort gave him one order. Kill the Mudblood, only she wasn't really a Mudblood was she? For she out of all those pure bloods on the battle field had out lasted them all. Hermione who had always shown unthinkable amounts of power for a 'muggle born' witch. Her marks were top of the class- beating Draco by far. Her skill at potions was precise and always came out with the correct results. Then there was her wandless magic, this had everyone baffled. It soon became fact that she was actually Dumbledore's great niece, and both of her parents were actually in fact squibs, and as neither her mothers or fathers parents survived the outbreak of Dragon Pox it was unknown until the will and testament of Albus Dumbledore was made public. He told her all of this not looking at her once. Yes he still hated her somewhere deep inside of his black soul, but his vampire self and his ID couldn't get enough of the small fire spark.
Hermione listened to his tale of why he had chosen her. It seemed a large part of him still couldn't stand her, detested her even. She lay still choosing not to interrupt his monolog. Then when he up and left her to contemplate his confession she made he choice. Hermione was if one thing 'head strong.' and she was not going to be somebody to settle for, so with that she raided his wardrobe. Now dressed in a pair of his dark track suit bottoms and jumper she opened the window, letting in the fresh night air and jumped from the second story, landing on his front lawn gracefully and without injury.