Disclaimer: I don't own ANY characters in this story. They are the works of either J.K. Rowling or I borrowed a few characters from MaryJanice Davidson as well.

A/N: I know, I know it's been forever since I've updated but my computer just kept deleting the file kicks my computer I'm really sorry. I've rewritten this a grand total of four times now.

Truth part 1

Hermione's POV

"Well, that's a long story..." Pansy drifted off. "It's not for me to tell you these things, Hermione. I'm sorry. I really am."

I looked at her, disappointed. "Oh," I said, drawing lazy circles on Pansy's thigh. "Why can't you tell me? Are you afraid I can't take the truth like a big girl? Because I can prove I can take anything you can throw at me." At this I straddled Pansy's waist and looked down at her, smirking mischievously.

"I'm sure you can," said Pansy, biting her bottom lip and holding on tight to my hips. "But, like I said before, it is not my place to tell the death stories of others." Seeing the sad expression on my face, Pansy quickly brought me down to her level and kissed me softly. "Truth comes in time, Hermione," she whispered against my lips. "You just have to be patient."

I sighed and sat up, still straddling the girl beneath me and playing idly with the hem of her shirt. Trying to decide whether to take it off the girl or roll off and turn over, back facing her.

"Just wait, Hermione," Pansy said softly. "It'll come. You won't have to wait long. Just…. please don't be mad at me. "

I sighed again. She was so sincere; I couldn't be mad at her. The way she looked up at me, biting her lip like she had a habit of doing, never failed to melt my heart now. "I'm not mad," I told her. "I just want to know how I ended up like this."

Pansy brought me down to her in a tight hug and I closed my eyes and squeezed back. "I know," she whispered. "And you'll get the truth in good time. I promise you." I just nodded and laid there; wrapped in Pansy's immortal arms, and she in my own.

It was nice to be held like this; just lying there in her arms. I loved it. Her lips found my neck and a wave of ease washed over me; relaxing my body. She turned us over on our sides and continued kissing and sucking my neck lightly. It felt so good and it was really relaxing.

My eyes remained closed and I began thinking.

When Betsy had commanded that I feed from Pansy, I'd had a good mind to tell her I wouldn't. But, I'd been so weak and, well, let's face it; the thought of biting into Pansy's neck made me think about more then my hunger and thirst. Like I'd told her, I'd always had a sort of crush on Pansy, but now I was able to show it, and, baby, I planned on showing it MUCH more then I already had.

The other reason I had yielded to Betsy's command so easily was that, well, she was my queen. What other choice did I have? What if she'd gone all "off with her head!" on me if I didn't drink from Pansy? Not that drinking from Pansy was a displeasing thought. She was beautiful and (though I hadn't wanted to admit it) I knew it was the only way to-

A flash in my mind jerked me out of my thoughts.

I was in my bed at home. I couldn't sleep. There was too much noise outside my bedroom. My parents screaming at each other that it was the other's fault that I liked girls instead of boys. I as scared as I sat bolt up-right in my bed, panting.

I got up and walked over to my closet, pulling my night gown off and pulling out a black T-shirt and jeans. Getting dressed quietly, I had to get out of the house. I'd just climb out my window, as it was my room was on the first floor of the house. I pulled on my shoes, opened my window, climbed up and jumped out, landing in a crouched position in the shadows cast by my house in the bright moon light.

It was now, as I walked down the street in the cool night air, that I regretted I'd ever told my parents that I was gay. In the day, they'd pretend to understand. At night, however, it all changed into a raging battle between my mother and father. It was frightening for me, so I'd taken to leaving the house almost every night in search of peace.

This "peace" I searched for nights on end I'd never found. There was no peace. No silence, save for the park where I always ended up sitting under a tree and falling asleep until I woke and saw the sky lightening. This was my signal to haul ass back home and sneak back into the house.

Tonight, though, I took a different route. Instead of going towards the park, I headed toward the cemetery three blocks from my house; thinking that many people found peace here at one point in their lives, perhaps I could find mine a bit early.

As I walked by an alley way set behind two streets of houses, I heard whispering, and then felt something grab me around the middle.

My eyes snapped open and I was once again lying in my bed in Hogwarts with Pansy, who was breathing steadily, making me believe that I had fallen asleep and she'd followed; though I didn't have the feeling of having been asleep moments before.

Was this some sort of vision? Did it have something to do with my vampirism? I didn't know for sure.

I tried to close my eyes and return to that alley way…….