Blood Lust
AN: I know it's been forever since I updated this story, but Memorial weekend has proven to be very productive. This is my third update in two days. WOOT!
Chapter Seven
Once safely beyond the border of the Forest, Hermione and Draco transformed back into their human forms in a whirl of robes. Draco, who knew the Forest better due to more frequent trips for food, grabbed Hermione's hand and led her down a weaving path into the heart of the Forbidden Forest. They flew over the ground, as though they still had wings. Hermione let her worries and fears fall away and she was weightless. She was the deer, and Draco was her shining silver stag.
They ran until the first rays of the sun had begun to peer from over the horizon. They found a shaded clearing and a tree with deep cavities near the roots. They stretched one set of robes over the opening of the cavity, and spread the other over the ground. They lay down together on the fabric and curled around each other. Hermione wrapped her arms around Draco's neck and tucked her head into the crook of his neck. Draco's arms wound around her slim waist and he kissed her temple before closing his eyes.
When Hermione woke, she felt so safe and protected, cocooned in Draco's body that when she felt a gentle shake on her shoulder, her only motion was to tilt her chin up and nose the junction of Draco's jaw and neck.
"Hermione…the sun has set, we need to get going." Hermione pouted, her eyes still closed.
"Don wanna…" Draco smiled, she was so sweet sometimes. He moved one hand from her waist and brushed some of her hair out of her eyes. Hermione licked at the skin where her nose had been and smiled deviously when she felt him shudder. She kissed her way up to Draco's mouth and captured his lips with a groan. She was rewarded with a passionate moan from Draco who moved one hand from her waist to her thigh, which he pulled over his waist and the other from her face to her neck, where he drew small circles and reveled in her shivers. He took advantage of his position and flipped her onto her back. Hermione attempted to speak through the multitude of kisses.
"Thought…you wanted…to get going…" Draco grinned and broke back.
"You started it." Hermione's legs wound around his hips while her hands slid over his shoulders.
"Did not." Draco dropped onto his elbows, bringing his face closer to Hermione's, their breath mingling together. He wound his fingers into her hair, lavishing in its thickness.
"Draco, how did this happen?" Draco brushed some hair away from her forehead.
"I don't know. You didn't leave me to die, that probably had something to do
with it. I got to know you through our somewhat…unique troubles." Hermione
smiled.
"Draco…"
"Hm?" He placed a small kiss on her cheek.
"I…I think I love you." Draco smiled.
"I think I love you, too" They kissed again, gently. Draco disentangled himself
from Hermione and took the robe from the root's cavity, draping it over his arm as he
pulled Hermione to her feet. Once she was upright, he put the robes over her shoulders.
He shook dirt loose from his own and pulled them on. He held out a hand to Hermione
and she entwined her fingers in his as he led her, once again, through the depths of the
Forest.
"I must find them, Wormtail. I need them for my revenge." Wormtail shuddered
at the Dark Lord's feet.
"But my Lord, there are so many others, why must you have these two?"
Voldemort stooped and grabbed Wormtail by the front of his robes, bringing him to eye
level.
"Do you understand irony, Wormtail?" He didn't wait for an answer. "Of course
not. Then you would not understand the irony in having Harry Potter killed by his little
Mudblood girlfriend, or the traitor Snape killed by one of his own students. Vampires are
dangerous creatures, Wormtail, but they can be manipulated easily. A little hunger and
sunlight and they are finished. By collecting an army of hungry vampires, I will be able
to unleash an immense and deadly force upon Hogwarts that leaves me at no risk for
further embarrassment. This will require no spells or tricks, simply the opening of a door,
and the release of a flood…of killers." He dropped Wormtail to the ground and kicked at
the sniveling heap.
"You will follow my orders without any further question, do you understand?"
Another kick. "Or you will be the first to fall to the hungers of my Black Army."
Wormtail sobbed as Voldemort stalked deeper into his underground hideaway, waiting
Until his footsteps had faded before venturing to rise from the ground.
AN: A bit short, I know, but I thought this would be a good stopping point.