I recommended the song is I the enemy by the red jumpsuit apparatus for the first part. Face down by the rja for part 2

Chapter 8

Part 1

Am I the enemy?

She went limp in his arms.

Blood flowed staining both their robes yet he did nothing to stop it.

She stopped breathing and again he kept drinking.

He was killing his own mate and yet he couldn't quench his thirst.

He couldn't stop himself; he just kept sucking at her blood.

'Stop it,' something inside him yelled.

It was a soft version of his voice. It was calming and he wanted to listen to it.

'No,' another sinister version of his voice said. 'She is yours, take all of her blood, and quench your thirst.'

The two voices in his head kept yelling at him to do opposite things.

He needed to find himself. He needed control of himself.

'This is your wife,' his logical side said.

'This is the woman who will one day bare your children,' the hopeful part of his conscience said.

He stopped sucking at her blood.

'No!' the sinister voice yelled.

It didn't really sound like him now that he thought about it.

It sounded darker, yet golden.

'No!' he yelled again. 'Do not listen to them, she is a meal. Finish her.'

'She is the woman you love,' his true conscience said.

He let go of Hermione and searched her neck for a pulse.

He couldn't find one.

He quickly accioed a vial of blood replenishing potion and forced down her throat.

He waited for a response.

She didn't even twitch.

"Hermione," he finally managed to whimper.

She didn't reply.

An eerie silence engulfed the room.

Seconds, that felt like hours, passed by and still she lay motionless.

He stared at his mate.

This was his own fault.

She was deathly pale, the only other time he had seen her like this was when his crazy aunt bellatrix tortured her.

He was going crazy knowing that he inflicted this much hurt on her.

Stray tears slid down his pale cheeks.

Blood dripped down his beautiful mouth.

"Please," he cried. "Do something."

A dark chuckle echoed through his head.

He stroked her cheek. She was so cold.

'Look at what you did?' the dark voice laughed.

"No," Draco whined. "No, she has to be alive."

The dark voice let out a maniacal laughter.

"Shut up!" Draco screamed.

Draco bit into his hand and closed Hermione's wounds.

'It will not change anything,' the voice stated.

He ignored him.

"Enneverate," Draco said casting the spell on Hermione.

Hermione took a deep breath but didn't wake up.

"She is alive," he said.

That little breath had to have been the best moment in his life.

She was alive!

Suddenly pain started to erupt in his head. He grabbed it and screamed.

The voice was telling him to drink her dry, gruesome pictures of his bloody mate flashed in his head.

The scary thing was that he was enticed by them

'No do not be the enemy,' the softer voice yelled. 'I won't let you.'

Draco collapsed on the floor.

….

Draco was now standing in a dark void.

He looked at his hands.

They were clean, no blood.

"Hello," he called out.

Nothing but an ominous echo of his own words.

"Hello," he called out again.

There it was that deep golden hiss of a laugh.

"Who's there?" Draco shouted.

All of a sudden there was someone in front of him.

It was Hermione.

She was covered in her own blood and smelled divine.

She was wearing a short emerald dress and beautiful high heeled black pumps.

Down her neck cascaded the wine of her body.

'Take her Draco,' said the voice. 'Drink all of that delicious blood.'

He didn't say anything; he just kept staring at her.

'You know you want to,' he said.

"No," Draco hesitated saying. "No, that ….that wo-would make me the enemy."

'Aren't you though,' he hissed.

Hermione's eyes fluttered and she collapsed into his arms.

She looked so…..delectable.

"Am I," Draco said dazed. "Am I the enemy?"

'Do it,' the voice whispered into his ear.

Draco brought his fangs down to her neck.

….

She was starting to regain consciousness when suddenly she was jerked back into his arms.

She opened her eyes to gaze into his.

You could see the inner turmoil.

At this moment he was his own worst enemy.

He started to sink his teeth into her neck again.

The enemy in himself was winning.

…..

'Stop,' he heard the soft voice yell only this time he didn't sound so soft.

He sounded enraged.

He turned to look at the soft angry voice.

All of a sudden the setting changed.

Now they were surrounded by mirrors.

Draco looked into the mirror.

He saw himself and the voice behind him.

That voice wasn't him.

He was wearing a cloak but you could still catch a sight of the ebony hair. His skin was even paler than Draco's and he had green and red swirled eyes. He seemed to have a golden aura.

This golden man had his hands grasping Draco's neck.

He turned to look at the soft voice.

It was him; more specifically it was his veela half. Standing there in all his harpy half bird might.

'Do not listen to him Draco,' he yelled. 'He is the enemy and if you listen to him, then so are you.'

Hermione was nowhere to be seen again.

Draco looked at the mirror.

The golden man was smiling, a creepy smile.

He chuckled sending chills throughout Draco.

'I'm going to ruin you Draco,' he hissed biting into his neck.

Hermione was once again free from Draco's clutches.

He had let go of her so suddenly and fell on to the floor screaming.

He started convulsing and she couldn't do anything to help him.

She felt someone picking her up again and a voice saying it would all be okay.

Before it all went black, she was looking into a very pretty pair of green eyes.

Not Harrys eyes but someone else's.

….

Part 2 face down

(This part is in the veelas point of view and switches with the possessed Draco)

'You do not want to hurt her,' he yelled at the possessed version of himself.

He looked at the man in front of him.

Look wise he was still Draco.

Yet he wasn't.

This was an evil version of Draco.

This Draco wanted to kill his mate.

No, this Draco wanted to kill himself.

This Draco wasn't Draco at all; it was the golden voiced man.

'What do you have against us,' veela Draco asked.

'Nothing really,' he replied. 'I just like hurting people.

'Does it make you feel like a man,' veela Draco replied.

Golden Draco laughed.

'Yes,' golden Draco deadpanned. 'You aren't going to win. I will destroy you and then I can have the mudblood all too I and she'll be none the wiser.'

Veela Draco glared at golden Draco.

'She won't stand for it,' veela Draco hissed. 'She will kick you to the curb; she knows when enough is enough.'

'She lives for danger,' golden Draco replied.

He was right.

She drove him crazy with her insane thirst for action. She said it was for the greater good.

'She will stop you, one day she will have enough.' Veela Draco yelled.

Golden Draco laughed.

'We both know that Hermione wouldn't let me die,' golden Draco laughed.

"Does it make you feel good when she falls to the ground,' veela Draco hissed. '?Well, golden boy, I am telling you know, your world will end.'

Golden Draco snorted.

'As your lies crumble down,' veela Draco hissed. 'A new life she will find. I won't let you hurt her. Leave her out of it.'

The room turned into the dark void again.

'I am your target aren't I,' veela Draco growled. 'Then fight me you coward. Heed my warning that if you even try to hurt her again to try to get to me I won't hesitate to kill you.'

Golden Draco laughed.

'Isn't that a double edged sword,' golden Draco said. 'Won't you be killing yourself?'

'If it keeps you away from her,' Veela Draco said. 'Then yes. I am your target, leave her alone.'

'You are so conceited,' golden Draco said with a smirk.

'I have reason to be,' Veela Draco smirked lunging at golden Draco.

…..

Part 3

She woke up sore and nauseated.

She got up and quickly regretted it.

Finding the nearest trash can she emptied out, well it looked like her stomach acids.

"Are you alright Hermione," she heard a calm voice ask her.

She took in her surroundings.

There was Theodore Nott in a healer's uniform.

She was in what seemed to be a room at saint mungos.

Why was she at saint mungos?

Then it all hit her.

Her honeymoon.

"Where is Draco?" she asked immediately.

"Right there," Theodore pointed to a bed with a very still, very pale, Draco in it.

She rushed immediately to his side.

He was deadly still.

"What happened?" she asked looking into her healers green eyes.

"I decided to go and check on you two after neither of you two answered any owls or patronuses," Theo replied. "When I came in you were nearly dead and he was screaming in pain."

"What is wrong with him?" Hermione asked.

Theo completely ignored her and went to retrieve something from a shelf.

"Here drink this," he said handing Hermione a vial.

She was slightly angered at how he ignored her.

"Tell me what's wrong with him," she growled.

"We don't know," he replied.

He didn't know …..

That was all he said.

"YOU DON'T KNOW!" Hermione screamed. "ARENT YOU A FUCKIGN HEALER. ARENT YOU SUPPOSED TO DIAGNOSE SICKNESSES!"

"Hermione you need to calm down and drink this," he said calmly with a serene smile on his pretty face.

Hermione was breathing hard.

How dare this man just ignore her!

What the hell kind of healer was he to not find out what was wrong with one of his closest friend?

She glared at him.

Man if looked could kill.

He kept holding the vial to her.

"Drink," he insisted.

"What is it?" Hermione asked still angry at the foolish healer.

"A calming draught," he assured.

"You," she hissed. "You want me to be calm while knowing that my husband is in a coma!"

Theo shook his head in anguish.

"Hermione," he said with a serious look on his face. "You yourself have been in a coma for about a month."

A month!

What the hell?

"A month," Hermione said mouth agape. "How badly was I injured?"

"Horribly," Theo replied.

"A whole month," Hermione said still in shock."

"Yes," Theo replied amused. "When I found you, like I said, you where covered in blood and hardly breathing."

Hermione put her head in her hands.

Draco had nearly killed her.

No not Draco, someone else who had it out for one of them.

Someone was after his life more than hers.

She knew for sure that she wasn't the target, she was awake and he wasn't.

She turned to look at him.

Pale and beautiful and yet so fragile.

"Draco," she cried.

Theo held out the potion again.

"You need to drink this," he insisted again. "With all this stress you are putting on yourself you are going to end up killing the baby we put so much energy into saving."

Hermione nodded and took the potion.

So many things where rushing through her head at the moment. Maybe a little bit of calm would do some good.

She sat on her bed and put the vial to her lips and drank the strawberry flavored liquid. She immediately felt calm and relaxed.

Then it hit her like a ton of bricks.

"Baby!" she shrieked.

In a flash her unconscious head hit a plushy pillow.