Chapter 1: The Forgiven
A/N: My first time writing on Fanfiction. Please don't kill me because it's too short.
Hermione Granger ran, tears splashing onto the cold, marble floor of the Hogwarts Castle. The Forbidden Forest loomed in front of her as salty tears blurred her vision. But Hermione didn't care. After her row with Ron, nothing mattered anymore. Her friends left her, what did anything matter anymore? Her Mary Janes squished onto the damp forest floor, as she dropped crying onto the grass. The blue moon was covered by the clouds, similar to what Hermione's mood was.
A deep baritone voiced out in the distance, "The brightest witch of her age, eh? Doesn't look like it. What're you doing in the Forbidden Forest all alone and crying?"
Hermione's anger rose to the surface, bubbling slightly from the row with Harry and Ron. She whipped around, and yelled angrily, "Shut up and leave me alone! You don't know ANYTHING!"
A boy about Hermione's age stepped out from the shadows, and cruelly purred, "Awww, kitty got claws!"
Hermione growled, and shot a diffindo at the boy. The boy blocked the curse with a wave of his hand. "Hey, I forgot. We haven't properly met. My name's Christopher. Christopher Golden."
Christopher smirked, and whispered, "Imperio." Hermione's eyes glossed over and she fell limp. Christopher pushed her bushy locks out of the way, and sank his fangs into her neck. Hermione's life flashed before her eyelids, and she remembered…
Hermione stood in front of Headmaster Dumbledore's office, and listened to him lecture about the more dangerous Forbidden Forest. Harry and Ron stood beside her, making the golden trio complete. Hermione didn't listen to the lecture. She constantly shot the boys worried glances, and she fidgeted with her hair. The last thing she heard was "Whatever you do, under any circumstances, plead to god, do not encounter a vampire named Christopher Golden. The forgiven vampire that turned."
Hermione let out an inhuman scream, as pain that was worse than the crucio curse wrack her body. Christopher pulled his fangs out of her neck, and sighed with contempt. He said, "You're strong, little one. Hold on for a bit. It's almost over."
Hermione moaned as a feeling of longing entered her mouth. Christopher dragged his fangs over his skin, and in return, let some of his warm, black blood drip into the depths of Hermione Granger's mouth. Hermione's body instantly reacted to Christopher's blood. Her rat's nest smoothed itself and turned into straight midnight black hair. Her pudgy cheeks were gone, and in it;s place stood high cheekbones. Her doe eyes became cat like, and turned crimson. Hermione's body grew curves, and her waist got thinner.
The new and defined Hermione Granger licked her full, pink lips, showing the slightly larger canines inside. She said, "Time to feed…"