A Drop of Blood

One lives, knows, and has one's being in blood... This is one half of life belonging to the darkness. When I take a woman, then the blood-precept is supreme. My blood-knowing is overwhelming. We should realize that we have a blood-being...

In return for Immortal Life, Vampires must follow the codes of Dracula, set and made/enforced by Dracula and Merlin...

THE TEN CODES OF DRACULA:

Code number one: The bitten victim must obey the giver of their immortal life. The said giver of immortal life cannot command the victim to commit suicide, but can order said victim to discontinue actions involving mortals. However, the giver cannot stop the victim, AKA new vampire, from feeding on their third night.

Code number two: When interacting with mortals, a vampire cannot enter the house of the mortal. The mortal must make active the interaction of allowing a vampire to enter house or room.

Code number three: The said vampire in question must not travel in daylight. If so, perish on shall, for the sun is the adversary.

Code number four: A vampire shall never see his or her reflection, which signifies their old life. In death, one's soul is gone and reflections are no longer needed.

Code number five: If mortal holds possession of garlic or garlic based substance, a vampire cannot bite the mortal due to antipathy and allergic reaction to garlic or garlic based substance.

Code number six: The only way to kill a vampire is with wood sent through the heart of a vampire. One vampire is not allowed to stab another vampire with wooden stake or any other wood by-product.

Code number seven: A vampire shall have powers to seduce a mortal into his or her clutches. Sexual tensions or attractions will occur, for the mortal heart is weak. The powers in question shall not work on the giver of the vampire's immoral life, but can work on other vampires.

Code number eight: A vampire must feed every three days. If the vampire does not, weakness, drowsiness, delusions, mood swings and/or aggravation can and will occur.

Code number nine: A vampire shall and will not show any emotions, kindness, or fall in love with a mortal. If the incident occurs, the mortal must be turned into an immortal, otherwise two events will occur. First event: Vampire will be punished for breaking the Ten Codes of Dracula. Second event: Vampire could die to lack of love (broken heart) or sadness. For full description see page two.

Code number ten: If the Ten Codes Of Dracula are broken, a vampire is required to turn in the immortal that is acting against the Codes. The said immortal shall receive punishments from Dracula as he sees fit. Any complications and/or exceptions can occur for all codes; rules will be bent, not broken. In rare incidents, rules will be twisted to help out a vampire. For full description, see page three...

CHAPTER ONE: THE BEGINNING OF A NEW LIFE

"I know we've been through some rough years..." Hermione started her speech as class valedictorian. "My friends and I..." She looked to Ron and Harry; "We've been through some pretty odd things this year alone. And finally, Voldemort is gone. Now that we're graduating, I realize that Hogwarts has been a home to me. I've always thought that when this day would come, that I wouldn't be as sad as I am now. But, we shouldn't dwell on the sadness of this year. We've lost some brave people, and cried our share of tears. So many people..." She looked sad for a moment or two, before continuing, tears in her eyes. "But... erm... we've learned so many wonderful things, and have studied our hearts out..." Harry and Ron exchanged glances, "and our reward is graduation. So, I was going to have my speech all planned out, but a certain person," She looked to Ron, "Said I should make this speech as short as possible so he can find someone to dance with and not fall asleep from my boring speech."

Across the room, Draco Malfoy smirked and tough how funny he agreed with Weasley for once.

"So, I just want to suggest to you S.P.E.W. and about house elf liberation..." Everyone groaned. "Just kidding! I've loved this school with all my heart, and hope that tonight I can tie up loose ends before I leave. – Congratulations, Seventh Years. We did it!" She skipped away from the podium and over to Harry and Ron who gave her a large hug.

"That's the way to say a speech." Said Ron. "Short, sweet, and to the point."

"Thanks Ron." Hermione said.

"Hermione?" Harry asked. "What was that meant about tying up loose ends?"

"Oh, you know Lavender and I had a fight." Said Hermione, her voice uneasy, as if it were lying. "Come on! Let's dance, Ron!" She grabbed his arm and pulled him to the dance floor.

Draco stared as a certain Gryffindor trio started to dance. Frankly, he could care less, except that what Granger had said confused him much. Oh well, there was no need to think about that now. He stood up and walked to the dance floor with Pansy Parkinson and began to dance.

Hermione was enjoying Ron's company when she spotted Malfoy and Pansy. It didn't bother her at all, but something about the way Malfoy looked tonight... she couldn't take her eyes off of him. Just then, the Weird Sisters (the musical guests for the evening) started a slow song. She and Ron pulled away, because it was awkward for them to dance together slowly. But Hermione didn't have to wait long for someone to ask her to dance; Harry with his nervous smile. She agreed, knowing that he probably would step on her feet at least three times before the song was over.

But Harry actually didn't step on her feet. She had to teach him to dance weeks before, with the help of Ron. Ginny and Harry were going together now, so when Hermione and Harry danced it wasn't as if they were a couple. Ginny and Harry were together.

"You're getting better." Hermione congratulated him as they were dancing.

"Thanks. I had a good teacher." Harry smiled. Hermione returned the favor and rested her head on his chest, looking off at the people around her. Her eye rested on that platinum blonde again, not sure why. He was dancing with someone, probably from Slytherin. Hermione didn't care. It was just something about his features she couldn't place.

Then his eyes caught hers. They didn't look away from each other, which shocked Hermione greatly. It was awkward to have Malfoy look her way at all. Draco was thinking the same thing about Granger. Why he couldn't look away he didn't know. Something about her was so... interesting. The rest of the dance the two stared at one another, talking to their dance partners when asked questions or told something. When the song ended, Hermione and Harry walked of to join Ron.

Draco, on the other hand, didn't go to the edge of the dance floor. He took his date out into the garden to... do some things. When he got into the moonlight, his date was very calm and relaxing. She intrigued him so much...

"Do you even know my name?" She asked him as he began to kiss down her neck.

"Sure it's... er..." Damn it, what was her name?

"It's Carry." She told him.

"Right. Carry." He agreed. "That's what I was going to say."

"Sure you were." Carry laughed. She was an attractive red haired woman with a thin figure and slender fingers. Those slender fingers ran down the back of Draco's neck, stopping on the side of his neck. She looked enticed at that spot for a moment, before jerking away from him. He looked at her confused until she began to plant kisses down his neck. So, she wanted to be in control, did she? "Do you like life, Draco?" She asked, licking the spot she was eyeing earlier.

"I suppose..." Draco said, closing his eyes from the pleasure. "It's ok."

"What if you were offered immortality? Would you take it?" She asked.

"Probably." Draco sighed. "Why?"

"What if there was a catch?" She spun her tongue in a circle seductively, making him groan.

"Huh?"

"Would you still take immortal life?"

"Yeah, why not?" He asked.

"Glad you said so." She smiled. Draco as just about to ask her what was going on when he felt something prick his neck. He jerked away and looked to Carry. A sly smile crossed her face as his look became horrified. "What's the matter, Draco?"

"You're a – a..."

"Yes, I'm so glad you caught on to that." She said, exposing her sharp fangs. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm hungry."

"I don't excuse you one bit, woman!" Draco shouted, backing away from her.

"But I like your taste." She said, sauntering over to him. Draco tried to back away again, but fell over. The wind knocked out of him as he squirmed while she went down on him, pressing him to the ground. A vampire had to have strength unimaginable, Draco thought, otherwise she wouldn't be able to hold him down like she was. He felt her lick up and down his neck. "I'm giving you a chance to have immortal life, Draco."

"You barely know me!" Draco shouted.

"I like you. I really do. Too bad there's no way to reverse a vampire's curse. I would have liked to make love to you and not have you die. I'm sure you'd be really good."

"I am..." Draco smirked, and then realized he was flirting with a vampire. "Get off!"

"Shh... quiet now." Carry whispered in his ear. "You're blood... it's so sweet, do you know that?"

"God no, I'm not going down like this." Draco jerked around to get out from her clutches, but it was hopeless.

"Just remember, baby..." Cary continued, "Don't go in the sun. Don't even let it touch your perfect skin. It hurts like hell. You can't stand fully in it. It'll turn you to dust. – But trust me, you'll get lots of women. It's a curse."

"I'm not becoming a vampire!" Draco shouted.

"I don't think you have a choice." Carry said. "If you're ever in New York, look me up. I'm sure we could hunt together." And with that she bit down hard into his neck. Draco cried out from the pain and icy coldness that was flowing through his veins. It spread from his neck to his arms, over his chest, and to his heart. Just then, everything went black; he could feel his life being drained of him. When Carry finished, she kissed his blue lips and walked off. Draco felt himself being lost. He lay there for ten whole minutes dead. When he rose up, his head was swarming. He slowly reached up to his neck and felt two holes. No...

"Holy fuck..." He whispered. "No." He stood up and gulped. His body was as cold as ice, and yet he could stand it. Slowly, he pulled his collar of his robes up so that it covered his neck. "I can't be a vampire..."

"He was just about to search for the bitch that had done this to him when he heard someone's feet behind him. He spun around to see Granger staring at him.

"Er... we're starting to take pictures and such. Just thought you'd want to know." She said weakly. "You ok?"

"I'm fine." Draco snapped. "Just leave me alone."

"What's up with your eyes?" Hermione asked, taking steps over to him. She searched them. "They're red."

"Ever heard of allergies?" Draco asked quickly.

"No, I mean the pupil. It's red." She said. "Are you sure you're ok?"

"Since when does Hermione Granger care if I'm alright or not?" Draco asked. Hermione frowned.

"I was just... oh, never mind." She was just about to turn around when something else caught her eye. It was his features. They were so edged out. So gorgeous... so fascinating... so sexy...

"Granger? W-Why are you staring at me like that?" Draco asked.

"I don't know." Hermione said truthfully.

But trust me, you'll get lots of women. It's a curse.

Those words rang in Draco's ears.

"Get out of here." He ordered, though he couldn't stop himself from stepping so close to her that all that was between them was two inches. "I mean it."

"Why?" She asked.

"You don't want me to tell you." He stated. His heart was racing, though he wondered why. He had no blood left in him. But then why wasn't he just a skeleton? That part he had always wondered about vampires. "Just go."

"What are you hiding?" Hermione asked, feeling her body tense up. Why couldn't she look away?

"Draco found that trying to look away from her was a hard thing to do. In fact, it was impossible. Suddenly, an urge came from inside of him to just tilt her neck and... oh, shit. He was not going to do that. No. Not even to kill Hermione Granger he wasn't going to. But something about her... no, it wasn't the blood he wanted...

As if she were under a spell, Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. Draco was shocked as Hell, but didn't object. He could feel her warm body pressed against his, and this caused him to stroke her cheek in an affectionate manor. Her taste was so... wow...

But he made the mistake of wanting to deepen the kiss, because one of his fangs pricked her lips ever so slightly, so that the taste of blood lingered in his mouth. She jerked away and gasped from the pain. He purposely kept his mouth shut so she couldn't spot his fangs. Oh Merlin, he had fangs... and as that trop of blood trickled down his throat he felt warm. It tingled his body, from head to toe. It was like honey to him, an addiction. He then realized that he was craving her blood.

"Granger, get the hell out of here right now." He ordered. "If you don't I'll kill you."

"Oh, I'd like to see you try." Hermione said, reaching up and touching her bleeding lip.

'Oh she has no idea that I could actually...' he thought. "Just get the fuck out of here, Granger!" He shouted, stepping away from her. When he got at least ten feet away, Hermione came out of the daze she was in.

"Malfoy?" She asked. "I – I can't leave you out here alone!"

"You don't know what I am now." Draco stated. "And I don't want you to know. Now get the fuck out of my sight before... before I..." He had to think of something vile. "Slap your fucking mudblood face."

"Oh, fine!" Hermione shouted. "Just don't ever speak to me again!"

"FINE!" Draco yelled back. "I won't! If I do I'll probably kiss you again!" Hermione glared at him and stormed off, a shade of red that would make Ron proud. Draco watched her stop in the doorway of the castle, touching her lips, and look back over to him. He smirked a trademark smirk and caused her to storm back in the castle. He closed his eyes and remembered the drop of blood that had seeped down his throat. It was perfect... he craved more. He needed more.

But then and there he vowed he would not bite Hermione Granger. She just wasn't worthy. If he was going to be a vampire, he was going to make sure that he didn't stalk mudbloods. Ironic, wasn't it? MUDBLOOD. The word BLOOD in it. Purebloods. That's what he'd go after.

Inside, Hermione ran over to Harry and Ron. They both looked at her questionably. She just shook her head and told them she was going to the restroom. When she arrived at the bathrooms, she looked at herself in the mirror and looked at the small part of her lip that had bled. It wouldn't have shown up at all. All the blood was off, as if it were drew up by... Malfoy? She backed away from the mirror. As her lip throbbed with pain, she asked herself, "Why do I want to kiss him again?"