CHAPTER TWO: FIVE YEARS LATER
Five years later...
Draco walked down the alleyways of the dark, crisp October night. It was nearly Hallows Eve, just two days until then... but he needed to feed now. He spotted a perfect subject for his tastes. Pansy Parkinson. She was walking out of London's Cozy Little Library that had opened up a month ago. What she was doing in a library Draco didn't know. Pansy was so blank she could barely think. But all the same he slyly pulled his collar up around his neck as he always did and walked a brisk pace behind his new victim.
Pansy turned around, but Draco fell into the shadows of the alleyways, so she couldn't see him. She shrugged and continued on her way, Draco following her again. He followed her all the way to her apartment, deciding to give it about ten minutes before he would ask to come in. He watched her from her window as she laid down her purse and walked into her bedroom, not closing the door. What a fool, Draco thought. He saw as she stripped down to her undergarments and then placed a silk nightgown on herself. He took this opportunity and walked up to the door.
He only had to knock three times, before Pansy walked over and opened the door. She yawned before realizing who it was that was in her doorway. "Draco Malfoy! Is that you?"
"Hey, Pansy." Draco smiled, leaning his side against the edge of the door. "Can I come in?"
"Oh, of course!" She said, opening her door wider. Yep a real fool, Draco thought as he strolled in and smiled to himself. "What brings you here? I haven't seen you in what? Five years?"
"About that." Draco agreed.
"Oh, well... take a seat. Want something to drink?" Pansy offered. Draco took a seat on her sofa and shook his head. Not unless you can offer me some of your blood... "It's so good to see you again." Pansy continued, taking a seat next to him, purposely holding her breath so her chest stuck out more. Draco found it highly amusing.
"Yeah, real good." Draco agreed. "I was just in the neighbourhood and thought I'd drop by."
"I've really missed you, Draco." Pansy said, getting her point across that she was attracted to him. Little did she know that it was a curse for him. Everywhere he went woman would turn their heads toward him and eye him over. A vampire's curse. Draco smiled and leaned over, so Pansy's face wasn't inches from his.
"I've missed you too." He whispered. "Mind if I kissed you?" Of course, he knew she wouldn't. That curse made sure that a woman would always be under his spell. Even a few men turned their faces to him. That part creeped him out.
Pansy shook her head, and felt his lips devour hers. Draco had learned to always prick his victim's lips to see what they tasted like before he drained them. Ever since that night with Granger he had never found anyone who matched her taste. No one could even come close to the pure syrupiness of her blood. Pansy didn't even compare at all to the kiss ha had received his first night as a vampire, and her blood reflected her kiss. Nothing compared to Granger...
"Ouch." Pansy said, pulling away from the kiss. "That hurt. You might want to go to a dentist about – oh my Lord."
"Yes?" Draco asked slyly. "Is there a problem?"
"You're a... a vampire!"
"Correct, Ms. Parkinson." Draco said. "Now hold still while you become one too."
Pansy screamed as he bit down into her neck, draining her blood. His body tingled from the blood he was taking in; it always made his body heat. Like life was coming back to him. Pansy gave one last breath of fear, and then went limp. Draco finished his work, examining the two holes he left in her neck. In about ten minutes or so she would wake up and find the same feelings that he had felt that night. So, as he licked the rest of the blood off of her, he kissed her cold, dead lips and whispered, "You're still not as good as my first drop of blood."
He stood up and looked at the book she had laid on the table before he had come in. It was from the library she had walked out of. Draco smirked and grabbed the book up. No use in not returning a book that wasn't going to be used. To the library then...
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Hermione Granger was working late shift in the public library in London. She was a clerk, and didn't understand why the library was open twenty-four hours a day. Nobody would be coming in at three o'clock in the morning. So she leaned back in the her chair and closed her eyes.
Draco walked up to the library, strolled in, and noticed the clerk at the front desk with her eyes closed; her neck exposed seductively. As he walked closer, he realized just who was sexily provoking him to bite them. No... it couldn't be, could it?
"Granger?" He asked, causing Hermione to jump and open her eyes. She rubbed them a little to wake herself up and studied the man in the front of her. Instantly, she was sent back into memories the last night she had ever seen this man before. How she had craved him with a passion she had no idea she had ever had.
"M-Malfoy?" She asked, her eyes going wide. "Is that really you?"
"No, I'm just a pretty Christmas decoration." Draco snapped.
"Oh my God, it is you!" She exclaimed.
"So glad you remembered me." Draco said, eyeing her neck with great interest. It was just perfect. Long and slender... he could just imagine that blood coursing through her veins. "Long time no see."
"What – What are you doing in London?" Hermione asked, wishing she had some small amount of makeup on. "I thought you left to Germany or somewhere."
"I've been a couple of places," Draco said, placing the book on the table. "Pansy Parkinson wont be needing this." He stated, and pushed the book across the counter to her. "Trust me."
"Didn't she just check this out an hour ago?" Hermione asked, raising an eyebrow.
"She decided it wasn't a good read." Draco smirked. "So, she told me to bring it back."
"Well... thank you." Hermione said nervously. "I er- ... where did you go?"
"When?"
"Malfoy, nobody's seen you in five years." Hermione stated. "I've been curious myself why you would leave so quickly."
"I had my reasons..." Draco said. The more he talked to Granger, the more he was craving her blood was well as her body.
"I'm sure you did." Hermione said, and grabbed the book back up. "It was good seeing you." She walked out from behind the counter and walked to place the book back up on the shelf. "You wont report me if I use some magic in the muggle place, will you?" She asked.
"No." Draco shook his head.
"Good." She took out her wand and levitated the book onto the top shelf of the A section.
"Hey Granger?" Draco asked. Hermione turned around and found he was towering over her, inches away. Instantly she felt an attraction to him.
"Yes, Malfoy?" She asked.
"You're not... I don't know... still mad about that kiss five years ago, are you?" He asked. Hermione suddenly felt anger from that night swell up and back away from him. She smiled mysteriously and then slapped him clear across the face. She turned away and walked back to her seat behind the counter. Draco rubbed his cheek. "Apparently so."
"What you did was awful, Malfoy." Hermione said. "You led me on."
"You were the one to kiss me." Draco stated. "It wasn't my fault."
"Yeah, right." Hermione snapped. "I can't believe that I ever kissed you."
"Well, you did." Draco said, leaning over the counter.
"I told you never to speak to me." Hermione snapped, then realizing he had gotten clear across the room in a second. "And yet, here you are, five years later."
"I'd make it up to you," Draco said, "But I'm afraid you wouldn't survive."
"Oh, and how would you make it up to me?" She asked. On the spot she felt his cold lips on hers again. She closed her eyes, falling for that dangerous mouth. Draco took a chance and pricked her lip again, drawing one drop of blood. It tasted divine, in fact, it was better than the last time he had tried it. Hermione jerked away like last time, looking horror struck. Draco smirked, eyeing her lips.
"That's how." He stated, and raised himself off of the counter. "I'll see you around Granger."
"Do you have to go?" Hermione asked. Draco knew she was under his spell now.
"I do." He said.
"Can't we see each other again?" She questioned. Draco smiled. It was perfect. She was under his spell... but he wasn't hungry now. He had fed. So, he decided it would be safe to see her again. Maybe tomorrow night. Another drop of blood...
"Answer me this, Granger." He said. "Do you think I'm sexy?"
What?" She asked. "Excuse me, Malfoy? That's an awful big head of yours." That was odd to Draco. Most women would have answered yes.
"Look me in the eyes." He demanded, lowering his face to meet hers. He then noticed it. Her eyes weren't dazed like the others were. Her eyes were curious and cautious, as well as conscious. "I'll be damned..." He whispered.
"What?" She asked.
"Nothing." He said. "Yeah, sure we'll see each other again. I mean, so long as no one sees me with a thick mudblood."
"Oh, is that what you think I am?" Hermione asked, her temper gone again. "Just a stupid mudblood?"
"Now you're getting it." Draco smirked. "I've never been so fascinated with one before, though."
"Fascinated?" She asked. "You're acting rather strange, even for you."
"I've changed." Draco said. "Though it seems bookworms don't change one bit."
"I've changed plenty!" Hermione argued.
"Really? Same curly hair; same big doe eyes. Same thin as a rail figure." Draco stated.
"Number one." Hermione leaned over the counter. "I'm not as thin as a rail. Number two, I meant mentally changed."
"You mean you finally got committed to that psychiatric ward?" Draco sneered.
"Don't make me slap you again." Hermione threatened.
"Oh, please do." Draco smiled. "Please. It felt SO good. Pain and pleasure all mixed into one movement."
"You... you..." Hermione started. "I- you... Oh, you make me so mad..."
"I make you so mad you could fuck me over once or twice?" Draco asked.
"No!" Hermione shouted. "I could draw my wand right now and Avada Kedevra your sorry bum into oblivion."
"Then do it." Draco whispered. "I dare you."
"You know I can't kill you." Hermione said. "It's illegal."
"It's also impossible." He said.
"What?" She asked.
"Nothing."
"Quit saying nothing, will you? It's annoying." She wanted to send her lips on his again, but knew better.
"Nothing? That's all I have to say to get on your nerves? So, should I say something to counteract that?"
"Your smart ass remarks aren't going to get you anywhere in life." Hermione narrowed her eyes.
"Nor in death." He hinted to her.
"What are you raving on about now?" She asked.
"Nothing." He smiled, and pressed his mouth on hers again. He couldn't help it. She was attracting him so much it was driving him insane. Hermione was feeling the same way about him. Their arguments were making their bodies beg for one another's but Draco knew better. He at least should have known better. He hadn't managed to go to bed with a woman without draining their blood. Granger would be no different. Especially with her honey blooded veins...
He quickly pulled away, brushed his lips against hers once more, and decided that kissing her wouldn't hurt. He had already fed tonight. Together, the fought a war for dominance of tongues. Draco wasn't going to let her win, because if he did, she'd feel his fangs. Eventually, he won. They heard the bell ring to tell someone was entering the library, but that didn't stop Draco one bit. He snaked his tongue in her mouth, still not understanding why she was so important in his mind, here he had just seen her after five years of thinking of her, and he was kissing her.
"Erm... Excuse me." A small voice said from behind them. Both pulled away, gasping for air as the looked over to a girl no older than fifteen. "Are you busy?"
"Extremely" Draco said, but Hermione interrupted and replied, "No." Both looked to each other and questioned the other's answers.
"I was just wondering if you had Mummy's Revenge." The teen said. Hermione blushed and told the girl, "Back shelf, twenty third row, in the middle isle."
"Thanks." The girl said, looking Draco over. He smiled and waved at her as she walked by. Hermione felt herself get jealous.
"Don't wave at her!" She whispered. "She'll think you're interested in her."
"So?"
"She's got to be fifteen at the most!"
"Again, so?"
"That's sick."
"Oh, do you really think I'd be interested in her?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. "Please, even you should have more sense than to think I would go after an adolescent teen with crazed hormones."
Hermione glared at him from across the table. Merlin, he had become so pale... even paler than she had remembered. But something about him was just so sexy she couldn't place it. "Don't come in here, Malfoy, after five years and kiss me." She them smiled as she saw Parvati come in, ready to take her morning shift. "Well, my break's over, Malfoy. It was... weird talking to you." She walked from behind the counter and exchanged smiles with Parvati, who took her shift behind the counter for morning.
"Wait, you're leaving?" Draco asked, feeling Parvati's eyes search him over.
"That's correct." Hermione smiled, exiting the library. Draco followed her, thankful it was still nighttime.
"And you're just going to walk away from me?" He asked confused. No woman had ever walked away from him like this. Never. It was just... it didn't happen. They would always be under his spell. Why was she any different?
"Correct again." Hermione said. Draco grabbed her by the arm and spun her around with a glare.
"I don't get it..." He said to himself. How was this woman able to resist him?
"Don't get what?" She asked. "You being a stupid prat part or how I'm going to slap you again if you don't let go of me?"
"You slap me and there wont be a tomorrow for you." He said menacingly.
"Don't you threaten me." Hermione demanded.
"You know, I don't know why I was so fascinated with you all these years." Draco sneered. "You were always in my mind, and I can't even tell you why..." 'Because if you knew you'd drive a wooden stake through my heart and kill me now.'
"What is it with you purebloods that make you think you're above everyone else?" Hermione asked.
"Oh, trust me. I'm no longer a pureblood." Draco smiled.
"I don't think that's possible." Hermione stated.
"Yeah, well, what you think and your reality tend to slightly vary." He smirked.
"Just let me go." Hermione said, trying to jerk out of his arms. She wasn't successful, though. Draco, since he had become a vampire, had built up some serious strength. It was a wonder his body still was as thin as it was. "Ouch, you're hurting me."
Draco looked down at her arm and let go slowly, realizing he had left bruises where his fingers had been. Hermione looked horrified at him, as he closed his eyes, expecting another slap. When that didn't come, though, he opened one eye slowly, then the other. "What? I'm not going to get slapped this time?"
"What are you?" Hermione asked, taking a step back. "You're not the Draco Malfoy a knew in school. That Malfoy wouldn't have laid a finger on me because he was too afraid."
"Don't flatter yourself." Draco scoffed.
"What happened to you?" She asked, rubbing her arm. "The real you?"
"This is the real me." He smirked.
"No, it's not the Draco I knew." She shook her head.
"You didn't know me then." Draco stated. "We didn't even know each other."
"We went to school for seven years." Hermione said. "I knew you a lot more than you'd think. – But you've changed."
"For good or bad?" He asked.
"What happened to you that night, Malfoy?" She asked, ignoring his question. "You haven't aged a bit since then... and you're so pale... Look at yourself. You just..." So sexy...
'I wish I could look at myself.' Draco thought to himself. It had killed him over again to know he couldn't see his reflection. "I'm just what?"
"Just never mind." She shook her head., She looked frustrated, standing on this cold October night in the middle of the street.
"Would you quit saying never mind?"
"You said it."
"I have a right." Draco smirked. "You don't."
"Oh, and why is that?" She interrogated.
"Draco..." A cold, whispery voice called from behind them. He and Hermione looked around and saw Pansy Parkinson leaning up against the library building, sexily provoking her now deathly pale body. "Why did you leave...?"
"Shit." Draco whispered. "This isn't good."
