A/N: Sorry to drop the end of the story on you like this but college is killing me and I have to get this out of the way before exams or it'll never get done. I really wanted it to be atleast 5 chapters longer but I just don't have the time. So I hope you like it and please review!

Fangs of a Different Sort by Vanny Tea

"Draco! Draco! Answer me, please!" Hermione screamed frantically, running through the darkness.

"Hermione ..." Draco could manage nothing more than a whisper.

"Where are you!" Hermioen began to cry desperately, "Draco!" The wind whipped her tear stained face, making it impossible for her to see. Yet she persisted still.

"How could you, Hermione?" Harry's voice sounded from somewhere nearby.

"What did I do?" Hermione fell to her knees.

"How could you ..." Ron's faint voice followed.

She closed her eyes so she wouldn't have to see her bestfriends taunting her. She couldn't see them but she knew Harry, Ron, Ginny, Luna, Neville and her children were there.

"No ... no ... Draco ..." Hermione cried into her hands.

"Hermione! Wake up!" Hermione's eye shot open to find her husband's worried face hovering over her.

"Ron ... What happened?" Hermione stared into his wrinkled face, confused.

"You were having a nightmare, love." Ron stroked her hair.

"Oh .. Thank Merlin." Hermione sighed and laid back down on her back. Her white hair fell around her.

"This is the fourth time this week you've had a nightmare, dear. Is something wrong?" Ron asked, concerned.

"No, I'm just ... not feeling well," Hermione lied.

She got up and walked through the door to their balcony. The wind blew her hair and night gown about. She leaned against the railing and stared out into the purple sky. She hoped that Draco was looking at the same sky, so she could maybe feel closer to him.

She hadn't spoken to Draco since that day, only in her thoughts. He would enter her mind every now and then and make sure she hadn't forgotten him. And she'd see him periodically at work, but they'd both retired atleast forty years ago.

She was living only on memories. It was as if their romance had never even happened. It was as though it was a dream.

A tear fell down her cheek, but she wiped it away swiftly with her fingers. She looked at her moist fingertips and grimaced at how aged her hands were. Her former beauty was now masked by the years that'd flown by.

"Shit .." she whispered to herself. She seized the vile that was dangling aroung her neck and took a few drops in her mouth. Her face distorted at the taste.

"Another day ... of lies ..." she whispered silently to herself.

In the meantime, Draco was in fact staring up at the same mauve skyline from his palatial estate. He had seen her thought in his head and wanted, if not for her then for himself, to make her wish true.

Astoria was asleep in their bedroom, with the covers drawn over her head. She was not a morning person at all.

He smiled at her sleeping figure despite knowing that today he'd probably never see her again. It saddened him because he loved her, but she was not his true love. Since he'd last been with Hermione he'd felt content with his life but never truly and incandescently happy.

He walked over to her and kissed her cheek. He whispered a soft "I love you" and walked back over to their window. He took one last look at her and downed a tiny bottle of potion he'd been carrying around for nearly 50 years.

Within seconds he was lying on the floor, motionless with a slight smile playing on his lips, and the vile resting in his wrinkled hand.

Hermione picked up the paper a few days later to see Draco's picture on the front. Her heart sank at the byline. "Draco Malfoy, Dead at 89." It was followed by an article detailing how much of a great man he was. She scoffed. They didn't even know him, and they were probably the same ones who wrote that he was a dark conspirator orchestrating the ressurection of Voldemort. But nonetheless it was a nice article and it said his funeral was to be held today.

She smiled.

She lifted her dress to examine the bite she'd gotten so many years ago. It was still as fresh as the day she'd gotten it.

"Ron!" Hermione called. "Ron, come here."

Hermione positioned herself on the floor and slumped against the balcony.

"What is it, Hermione?" Ron asked.

"I don't feel well, Ron." she closed her eyes and leaned back.

Ron ran back to the room and grabbed his wand. He apparated them to St. Mungo's and yelled at all the healers that his wife needed a room immediately.

She was rushed to her own private room and placed in a bed.

"Ron, don't come in here. I don't want you to see me this way," Hermione called to him and he stopped before coming inside.

The healers began to test her for different ailments but when they found nothing wrong they stopped to question her.

"What actually is the problem, Mrs. Weasley?" one of the healers asked.

"I'm sorry I have to do this, but Recordationus!" Hermione said with a wave of her wrist. "You will tell my husband that I've succumbed to a heart attack and I've passed on."

The healer nodded with a blank stare.

"You will also tell him that I loved him dearly and tell my children and Ginny and Harry Potter that I also loved them. You will not let any other healer check my symptoms and there will be no autopsy. Also I demand a closed casket burial."

The healer nodded again.

Hermione took the second vile from around her neck that she'd never touched. She'd brewed the potion years ago and kept it right next to her aging potion for nearly half a century.

"Don't forget to tell him I love him," Hermione said and she downed the vile.


A few days after his funeral, Draco broke the door off his coffin and pushed up through the six feet of dirt. A small beam of sunlight guided him through his terrestrial prison.

It was fairly easy for him, thanks to his superhuman strength. His heart was racing and his blood was coursing through his ears, making it difficult for him to hear. All he could hear was Hermione's voice in his head telling him to come back to her.

"Didn't think to owl me before you commited suicide?" a voice alerted Draco's attention.

He whipped his head around and his eyes rested on the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen - Hermione, looking the same as she had that day at the Three Broomsticks.

"Hermione ..." he whispered almost disbelievingly. "I didn't have to owl you. If I'd really died, your bite marks would have vanished."

He was at her side in the blink of an eye and tears flowed down his wrinkled face.

"You've not aged a day," Draco grabbed her face in his hands and stroked her cheeks with his thumbs.

"Aging potion?" Hermione asked, staring into Draco's eyes, and he nodded.

The wrinkles began to disappear and the loose skin began to tighten. His white hair started to yellow and his body began to shrink.

"How I've missed you!" Draco brought his lips down to hers and kissed her as though he'd never get to again. The years continued to fall off of his body until he too was 38 years old again.

He released her and backed up to see her.

"I don't ever want to be without you again," Hermione said, stroking his now smooth complexion. "I love you. I love you. I love you." she repeated over and over again.

"Are you sure you're not just using me for my immortality?" he smirked.

"If that was it would I be here right now?" Hermione punched him in the arm. "I never knew that your bite would make me this way."

"How is that nasty bite anyway?" Draco asked.

"Oh, I don't know." Hermione pulled up her skirt. "It's gone!" she gasped.

"It's because we're together now, Hermione. Promise you'll stay with me forever and it'll never come back," Draco said delicately.

"You charmed it?" Hermione asked.

"I needed a way to have a connection with you if we ever got seperated. I just always wanted to know you were okay." Draco looked down. "It won't ever appear again unless you leave me."

"Trust me, Draco. It will never reappear. Forever is ours," Hermione said, standing on her tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek.

She gazed into his steel blue eyes and saw their future together. No one knew they weren't dead. No one knew that they were immortal. No one knew that they were in love. And most importantly, it didn't matter. They could travel the world together, start families, read every book ever written, visit the muggle realm, count every star in the sky, learn all the languages of the world and still have enough time to make love. It was beautiful, but simple ... dream-like, but real.

"So do you have fangs?" Draco asked, a mischievious glint in his eye.

Hermione rolled her eyes and walked off into the distance. Draco smiled and followed after her, knowing that wherever she went for the rest of eternity he'd always be no more than a few steps behind.

THE END

A/N: So I had another ending written where they communicated with eachother through their thoughts and made themselves an alternate reality where they had 2 daughters named Cordelia and Aquila but I don't know ... it wasn't really doing it for me because they never really ended up together. They just kind of lived in dreams and that was weird so, I took the old Romeo and Juliet route but this time it was successful. haha they didn't end up killing themselves. So I hope you liked it and please leave me a review! I'll try to write another story soon.

PS. I'll post the alternate ending if you want it.