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RECAP—Severus overheard Des and Hermione talking about what was going to have to happen in order to get the venom, but out dear friend Sevvy doesn't know exactly what would take place. Pervs. I know right?
His mind was buzzing with the new information he had overheard the girl (that he assumed was a Vampire) and Hermione.
What is the stupid girl planning on doing? Why didn't she come and tell you? Why didn't she come back to find you? What is Granger going to have to do to get the venom? And why on Earth do you care? He asked himself.
His head pounded with a headache because he couldn't take this much information, and then lack of information at once.
So he made a mental not of what exactly he knew after he brain calmed down;
1) Hermione knows how to get the Venom (He questioned himself why he used her first name as he thought)
2) Whatever Her—Granger has to do will probably be a great sacrifice.
3) Hermione Granger was in love with him.
Severus slumped on the ground in a daze of wonder and amazement. How could she love a man like him—the greasy, bat of the dungeons? She couldn't have. Not a chance. A voice told him in a scathing tone.
Another voice retorted, It seemed like she is really in love with you. She did admit it. In a softer but stern voice.
You could be her father! The harsher voice laughed.
I don't think a girl like Hermione Granger would mind.
Of course she would! She may be more bright and intelligent then some of the other love struck, prissy girls at the school, but I'm sure the age bothers her somewhat.
I don't buy it. The softer voice scoffed, If you listened you would have noticed that she really loves you.
Fine, fine—for argument's only sake let's say she does love you. She is probably so ashamed that she will never want to see you again.
Not true! She doesn't sound ashamed at all. The softer voice said.
She just learned how to control her emotions. Came the voice of the sterner, harsher voice.
Something she must have picked up from you! Laughed the kinder voice.
That's bullshit.
Absolutely not! Why are you so hesitant about her loving he?.
BECAUSE SHE DOESN'T LOVE ME DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND! I LET HER LEAVE AND NOW SHE HAS TO FACE THIS BY HERSELF AND I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT IT IS! EVEN IF I DO SHOW UP SHE WON'T WANT ME TO HELP BECAUSE OF WHAT I SAID TO HER.
"I am an idiot," Severus murmured and let his face fall into his palms. It doesn't matter if I love or don't love her. She will never love me. He thought. Again he wondered why he cared.
Pushing his emotions aside, he brainstormed what Her—Granger had to do, or sacrifice, in order to get the venom.
The question was—What could Granger give the vampires that anyone else couldn't. Magic was out of the question because there were wizards who were also vampires. So what could it be…?
Severus thought idly and I'll tell you he didn't once think of the worst. Odd, I guess, for someone like him.
Think! His head yelled at him, What could it be? It sounded like a sacrifice, or at least something… not pleasurable. It sounds like that girl, the vampire, persuaded someone. The leaders of the Vampires Severus assumed…what did that girl say? ...exchange...? What else...? They both sounded…disgusted?
He thought more, which only increased his migraine. Then his head shot up. Wait a minute… Dumbledore said it must be a girl, and the top student. But so far, he could have taken Longbottom and he would have been just as helpful… what Dumbledore really should have asked him was a girl who could make the best decision in a crisis, which is what the problem was in this case.
That's it! Severus stood up; finally glad for understanding at least something. When I was pretending to be dead and seriously injured to lure in the vampires, Her—Granger made the 'better' decision to come and help me…which was what Dumbledore wanted the assistant to do…well, he wanted someone who knew who to use their brilliance in a bad situation…that also meant he wanted the girl—Granger—to be the one that had to make the hard decision, because no one else would have had the bravery to do so!
Severus smirked at his own knowledge, but soon his expression turned into a frown. That really got him nowhere. All that he now knew what that Hermione was going to have to make a sacrifice, but he already knew that—all that was gained was that he had a better guess as to why Dumbledore had wanted someone who could make the right decision, not just the brightest witch of the age…wait a minute. He thought, eyes narrowing, then widening.
Dumbledore not only asked for the top in the class, but he asked for a girl. He asked for a girl who would make the right decision in a tough situation…
It was almost as if a light bulb had gone off in his head, but his face lost whatever color it had. No. no no no no no. Dumbledore wouldn't have. Not a chance. Not if he knew… Or suspected…
Severus moaned and sat down, feeling faint. Yes, Dumbledore would. He would sacrifice this like he was going to sacrifice Potter. It was for the greater good.
For the greater good. Severus's face then turned a frightening shade of red in his anger. How dare he! How dare the old bastard send them away looking for something that could heal him just to save Potter's sorry ass!
What made him beyond the breaking point of being pissed was that Dumbledore knew what Hermione would have to do. Oh, he knew that Dumbledore knew. He just knew it. Dumbledore didn't even tell Severus. Not that Severus would have gone through with it knowing what would have to happen, even if he didn't really prefer Granger.
As a Death Eater, Severus has seen women (muggle and witch) abused, raped, and broken beyond repair by Death Eaters, and somehow Severus talked himself out of having to … do any of it. Contrary to popular belief, he did have a heart—or he at least cared. He wasn't the kind of man that just watched and felt sorry like Remus Lupin did when Potter and Black harassed him. Severus found a way to get the women back to their home (if he knew them or not) without anyone knowing.
Anyway, back to Hermione. He couldn't let this happen. He didn't care if this would save mankind. God knows what she would have to go through just to be Dumbledore's lap dog for Christ's sake!
Grabbing his wand and bag and throwing it behind his back, he ran off back to where he saw Hermione and the girl.
When he arrived around 5 minutes later panting and sweating, he found the tent abandoned. His face paled.
Hermione had already left. Severus sat on the ground, frozen, not knowing what to do.
Hermione sat on a tree stump while 3 burly vampires stalked her, measuring her up. She felt sick, disgusting, and humiliated as they looked at her almost naked body.
"So ya' wan' some o' me venom?" Said the medium sized Vampire with a thick mustache that smelled particularly disgusting as he licked his chapped lips. He had lime green hair and navy blue eyes. It was scary that she got that close to tell.
"Yes," She answered looking past them and over the trees, terrified.
The shorter, plumper one barked a laugh and Hermione's gaze fell on him, "You think that you would just prance on in here and get what you want? You're just a simple witch. You know nothing," He spat next to her and the other two men laughed maliciously. The shorter man had maroon hair and orange eyes.
"I will do anything," Hermione said, already knowing her fate.
The medium one spoke again saying, "Looky here fellers! We hasn't not had a single human girl—no woman—come here so…willingly," He breathed in my face. She cringed at the terrible breath and jerked her head away from his hand that came and caressed her face.
All of a sudden, white hot pain flowed from her left cheek all the way down to her neck.
"Don' ya gimme your mouth gurly," He spat, tiny bits of saliva sprayed on her face, "If ya wan' dis, you follow our rules,"
Hermione did not nod, but she showed no sign of resistance when the medium sized man touched her face again.
The shorter man looked like he was having the time of his life, while the tallest of the three stalked over Hermione, apparently in deep concentration. Finally he spoke in such a deep voice that Hermione shivered.
"You two do what you please. Call me when you are through so we can precede the exchange,"
He was African American (as he lived in America she guessed), but he had unnaturally blond, clipped hair and deep red eyes—he looked like a tall, dark, mysterious, and handsome vampire from the early 1600s.
There was something in his voice that calmed Hermione. She almost didn't want him to leave as he left for the forest. When his dark, handsome figure was erased from view, Hermione's attention went back to the two ugly, fat, perverted men. Let's just get this over with. She said to herself and tried to calm her shaking body and rapid heartbeat that must be cracking a few ribs.
The chubbier and shorter men tisked and said, "Now now now, you must not worry deary. We will free you as soon as we are done with you,"
There was something in his voice that made Hermione want to vomit. She began second thoughts of coming here, but she snapped herself together before the men started stripping her completely, leaving her naked body quivering in the cool breeze and she was laid on the large tree stump at the mercy of the two vampires.
She didn't hold back when it came to screaming, though.
The heat of the sun beat down on the naked form of Hermione Granger as it peaked through the trees. Her head was turned to the right, and her body was laid carelessly in the shade to protect her body from the sun.
Now, Des wasn't lying when she said that girls don't carry the venom. What happens is that once a male is turned into a vampire, the venom heads straight to the reproductive system before controlling the whole body. The venom attaches itself to the Y chromosome and surrounds it like butter on corn. It leaves the X chromosome completely alone.
The reason why females aren't carriers is because women do not have the Y chromosome (unless you are born with the disorder, but so far no vampires have had that). Instead, it skips the first step in surrounding the chromosome and heads to the blood system.
So how did Hermione become the carrier while being a girl? Don't worry she didn't have to change genders or anything like that. She's still female.
Here is what happened. Remember the taller vampire that left? He doesn't like the fact that the women have to get raped just to get the venom just to please the perverted men. The reason he doesn't stop it is because he would get thrown out, leaving the whole vampire society to fend for themselves against the ruthless other two (Gray and Becnuth)—Again with the "greater good."
Anyway, when it is time for the girl to become a vampire in the Country, the father bites the young girl so the vampires genes are now in her. There is actually a way to give the women the venom to become Carriers, but only the Leaders know that. Instead of biting the victim, the victim drinks the blood of the vampire male to become a Carrier.
So why don't all girls do that?—because someone has to be able to walk around during daytime. If all women were Carriers, then no one would be able to walk around in the sun, making the whole vampire population vulnerable. Women would want to be treated as equals and receive the venom to become Carriers, but then that would leave the problem of being vulnerable.
In case you are wondering, Hermione does not have the Y chromosome. How exactly she is a Vampire Carrier is unknown to biology of Muggles (obviously) and even wizards.
Anyway, back to the story…
Hermione moaned and turned her head to the right to see a very familiar figure running toward her.
When she reached her, she paused, gasped for breath then said in a hoarse voice, "We need to go. Now,"
Luckily Hermione registered the urgency in her voice and slowly sat up and hissed in pain. Then it registered to her that she was naked. Before she could say anything, Des handed her a yellow robe.
Hermione gratefully took and wrapped it around her bruised and broken body. After she was covered, Des helped her up and put of Hermione's arms around herself and helped her limp away toward the thick of the woods.
"What…happened?" Hermione forced after she caught her breath.
"Your boyfriend," She rolled her eyes.
"I don't have a—" Then she remembered.
"I found him right outside our tent sitting on the ground. He pointed his wand at me and demanded where I was. When I told him, he tried to get away. To get to you," She added pointedly to Hermione.
"Anyway, I had to hold him off while dodging the spells he cast at me. Right now he's putting up a fight with the other vampires trying to get in,"
Hermione grunted and Des stopped. Hermione asked, "Why did you leave him? He thinks I'm in there."
"He'll find out eventually," Des shrugged.
"We can't….just leave him!" Hermione struggled to get out. The pain in between her legs was slowly but steadily increasing, "The Vampires could…kill him,"
"Look. We have to get you to safety, ok? You're the one who kept persisting that this had to be done and sacrifices would be made,"
"I didn't use those exact words,"
"But is it true?"
"Kind of," Hermione shifted her weight.
"As soon as you're in the tent, I'll go back and fetch your boyfriend,"
"He's not my—"
"It's that or secret lover. Your choice,"
Hermione kept her mouth closed for the rest of the way as Des helped her get to the tent. She couldn't believe what happened—and the fact that all of this happened in less than two days. Just a few days ago she was worrying about homework…now she's a vampire.
Des and Hermione approached the tent, and both were happy to rest for a few minutes before talking.
"Hermione, you may need this," Des held out a thick, humongous book labeled Communitas vampires.
"Community of Vampires," Hermione whispered, "Why are you giving this to me?"
"Because you have to leave, and you will have no time to train with me,"
"Why do I have to leave?" Hermione asked anxiously. She…she couldn't do this on her own could she?
"If the rest of my—our people find out about my betrayal, they'll have my head and that will be of no help to you. In this book there is everything known to man about vampires,"
"Why do you have books about vampires?" Hermione asked.
Des looked bemused when she answered, "Don't your people have books about yourself and how to survive?"
"Of course,"
"So why shouldn't we,"
"What if someone other than a vampire finds it?" Hermione asked.
"Don't you take the same change with the Muddles—or whatever,"
Hermione paused in thought and then said, "Alright point taken," She gasped in pain when she turned her hips to stretch.
"Hurt much?" Des asked sympathetically.
"Loads," Hermione groaned, "Do you know that I am a carrier?"
"WHAT?" Des shouted and stood up.
"Ok, I'll take that as a no," Hermione grimaced as she felt a migraine come on, "Maybe another time for explanations,"
"When the Hell where you gonna tell me this?" Des said ignoring my plea.
"Please, I'm in no mood—"
"To Hell with your mood! How on Earth are you a carrier?"
Hermione sighed, "to put it simply, I drank instead of got bitten. But the nicer guy who didn't rape me but turned me into a Vampire told me that I couldn't tell anyone, that it was secret,"
"Huh. Makes sense," Des said, "Sorry for shouting,"
"Fine fine," Hermione said, head pounding, "Could you please go and get my professor so we can leave. I'm in no mood for chatting,"
Des wiggled her eyebrows and Hermione may have managed a laugh if it wasn't for her splitting headache that magnified in the past few minutes.
"I'll be back in a few," With that she disappeared from view and out into the forest. Hermione fell into a deep sleep before her head hit the pillow.
"—mean I can't see her?" Came an annoyed and very pissed off voice that was familiar to the now awake Hermione.
"She's sleeping. She doesn't need anyone hounding her about what happened," Came another familiar voice, but this one soft.
"I wouldn't hound her," Came the silky, sarcastic voice from outside the tent. Hermione could tell it was nighttime from the limited amount of light in the tent when eyes adjusted.
"Sure sure lover boy. Let me go and check on her,"
Hermione closed her eyes when she heard Des opened the tent. Hermione heard her sit in a chair, and they both sat in silence. Des broke it by whispering, "I know you're awake,"
Hermione groaned after a moment, opened her eyes, and then said, "How did you know?"
Des smirked, "I didn't. I've been saying that over and over every time I came to check on you to see if you were awake. Beats going the normal way,"
Hermione smiled, but before she could mutter a single word, Des said in a hushed whisper, "You didn't tell me how sexy his voice was," It sounded like she took offense to that.
Hermione chuckled softly enough that it didn't hurt her chest, "I never said anything like that at all,"
"Again—you didn't have to," She wiggled her eyebrows and I laughed lightly. Hermione guessed she had that effect on people, "He wants to see you,"
Hermione's face paled, "W-why?"
"Because he was worried, duh—he was fighting them vampires," Again with the eyebrow wiggling.
"When you put it that way," Came a silky voice by the door, "You make me sound like hero,"
Hermione knew who it was, but continued to stare at the floor. She had started looking at the floor as soon as she heard his voice, and decided against looking up to meet his pitch black eyes.
Des looked at the awkward couple for a few moments before stretching dramatically and saying, "Woooow, I'm tired. I think I'll just take a quick walk before you two head on out.,"
Hermione lifted her head ever so slightly to see Des walk out the door and wink at her before sealing the door closed. All of a sudden, the tall, dark figure was at the side of her bed on his knees with his arms on top of the bed as if he was in a praying. She was so shocked that she couldn't even manage a gasp of surprise.
"I'm so sorry," Severus cried softly on the side of her bed.
Was that a better cliffy? I think so. Sorry for the late update, I hope you haven't given up on me just yet.
