AN: I still own nothing. It is a month after Chapter 6, and well... the speeding up will all pay off.

Chapter 7: Thoughts and Vampire Kisses

Hermione felt the cool night breeze on her face. Her hair blew in it. The rain didn't help either. She was on top of a building. Ready to jump. She had nothing left. Her innocence was robbed in her friends didn't see her in the light that they used to see her. She vanished from them. She locked herself up inside. She wanted to end her life.

And tonight was the night.

Hermione remembered the letter she left for the Order.

To whom it may concern,

I have left, and don't plan on coming back. The death eaters and Voldemort have violated me in almost every way, and I can't live with it. Killing Narcissa Malfoy doesn't help that. I hope that you all defeat them. I'm sorry for departing from this earth, but I'm saving you in the long run. Snape has a deep obsession with me that started years ago. Not to mention, I am a Dragomir. The Dragomirs are a Transylvanian pureblood wizarding family from hundreds of years ago. And I The last one. And Count Dracula will try to capture me to for fill a vow he made after making his pact with the devil. That pact? To erase my family's existence. So, I am doomed to be owned by someone. I feel that there is no other option.

Take Care,

Hermione Jane Dragomir.

Hermione swallowed hard and looked at her surroundings. She had been hiding for so long, trying to grieve on her own. But it was too much for her. Why did Snape constantly rape her when he did? Why was he consumed by her mentally. Why?

She asked herself all these question, but they would never be answered.

The moon was full. Her body was in a black dress, heels, and a black trench coat. Her hair was partly clipped back, and her face was still as elegant as ever, just tainted with sorrow. Hermione walked towards the edge of the building, and looked down. She gulped again.

It looked scary, but it was simple. All she had to do was jump, and she'd die almost instantly. Hermione's instincts told her to back away a bit. She cringed slightly and tears formed from her eyes.

"I can't do this.." Hermione panicked. "But I have to." She shivered.

Suddenly, her neck throbbed, which caused her to roll over in pain. She watched the sky.

"He's approaching." she grunted to herself. She checked the place, and she thought she was alone. She heard a noise, and scrambled to her feet. Her new wand, which she had got before she vanished, in her hand. She pointed it, and circled once.

"Who's there! Show yourself."

A pause of silence. A Romanian voice spoke smoothly. "With pleasure, my darling."

Hermione turned around. It was Count Dracula. He looked exactly like Richard Roxburgh from the movie "Van Helsing." She knew it was the other way around though. Rickard Roxburgh plus the wig and costume looked exactly like Count Dracula.

"Ehh...I..um..AHH!." Hermione stuttered. "Hhhow did.."

"Relax, Hermione." he cooed. "You know why I'm here."

"Get...back" Hermione pointed the wand out at him. She started to back up.

"I can't die my magic, or anything for that matter. " Hermione was near the ledge. She decided that suicide could wait. She apparated right in front of him.

"Great.." Dracula groaned sarcastically. His voice then returned to its normal self. "No matter, my dear, I'll find you."

He soared into the sky.


Hermione was at her home. "Alohamora!" she chanted. Hermione walked inside her house quickly to avoid the rain. Hermione ran to the kitchen, and got a knife.

Just in case...she thought. She heard a loud noise, almost of flapping wings.

"Damn, that was fast."

Hermione walked around. The thunder kicked in. She put the knife down on the counter.

Never mind...

Her wand in hand. "Please don't kill me. Please don't kill me." she repeated in whispers.

"Hermione, my beauty, we are finally alone this time." He spoke. His voice was smooth. Hermione shuddered in fear. She started to back away. As she went to turn around, he was right behind her.

"Stop it!" she shrieked. "Just go away. You've caused nothing but trouble for me..."

"I? cause you grief? That's impossible, Miss Dragomir."

"Yes you did." Hermione went to run, but felt a coldness on her wrist. "Stay away from me."

The son of the devil thrust her toward him. She was right against him. "There is no one who can stop me, Hermione." he growled. "And I am the only one who can save you from Voldemort." He twirled her around and wrapped his arms around Hermione. She tried to squirm free. It only tightened his grip.

"I'd rather die than be part of either of your plans!" Hermione shouted. "I just want to be alone and dead and rotting in a grave or something of that kind."

"Oh no, Hermione. I won't let you do that." the immortal's breath on her neck brought chills down her spine. "You are key to finishing what your ancestors started. Blame them, not me."

"Please! Let me go!" Hermione whimpered. Tears were coming from her eyes.

"I'm afraid I can't do that, my dear." The figure began to kiss her neck rapidly. His glowing eyes flickered, and then she screamed. She shoved out of his arms. she caught her breath. She liked the way she felt in his arms, but it would bring her closer to death.

"I saw this happen in a dream. You're gonna turn me in."

"Not yet." he drawled. "I can't do that until you come of age."

"Then how come you are hear now."

The Count appeared inches apart from her. "I am here because of that mortal who hurt you."

Hermione could not believe what he was saying. "BbBbecause of Sssnnnape?"

"Yes. My father told me of what happened, and I was furious. So, I decided that I will take you to my castle and shield you from the cruel world you place yourself in."

He held her hand and kissed it. A shock went through her. He brought her hand closer to him and felt its warmth. Hermione couldn't help but stare into his fiery blue eyes. The flames mesmerized Hermione.
Dracula nuzzled her hand against his face. Hermione stayed still.

He used the hand to draw her in his arms like before. More kisses planted on her neck.he slightly nibbled at her neck as well. Hermione groaned. "You'll be fine, trust me."

"But, I'm afraid of flying!" Hermione spoke up. How she hated it.

"Don't worry, my beauty." he purred in her ear."Just close your eyes, and fall asleep."

Hermione tried to resist his words. He kept repeating them over and over again, until her body couldn't fight it. She was unconscious in his arms. He looked at her. Her body was peaceful for once. Dracula grinned.

The King of Vampires took flight, not letting go of Hermione.

AN: Please R&R! Say something about my story(no flames!) Chapter 8 up soon. Going to babysit now. Bye!