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Chapter 9

"Aw don't be like that," Pansy Parkinson said as she took a step closer to Draco. She had a slutty smile plastered on her face.

"Leave me alone," Draco said as he glanced around.

"You should be nicer to the girl who can help you not only FIND your little girlfriend, but FIX your little mistake too," Pansy said as she walked closer to Draco, swinging her hips and flipping her hair back.

"She's not my girlfriend," he said in a bored tone.

"But you wish she was. And I can help you," she said as she trailed her finger across his shoulder.

"And I suppose you'll want something in return?" Draco asked, but he already knew the answer. And he was fairly sure he knew what she wanted too, but no harm in asking, right?

"You think I'll only help you if I get something out of it?" Pansy asked with feigned hurt and surprise. Draco just raised an eyebrow slightly and she dropped the act. "You're right. And you know what I want," Pansy said as she pressed her chest against Draco. Draco pushed her off and stepped back.

"There is no way in hell that I'll do that with you," Draco said with a glare.

"Fine," Pansy said with a sigh. She was confident that Draco would come crawling back to her either when Hermione rejected him, or when she wouldn't sleep with him. Pansy was more than willing and Draco would get tired of the nothing and choose her. Pansy Parkinson NEVER lost anything. Least of all the man that she wanted.

Draco walked away until he was out of Pansy's sight. Then he ran. He knew that she loved to sit on the roof. She loved being so high and away from everyone. She loved the breeze and the spectacular sunsets. So he ran straight for the stairs. He started out running, then slowed to a jog, then once he could see the door, he sped up again.

"Mione!" Draco called as he rushed through the door. He looked around and saw her sit up and look at him with tear stained cheeks and red eyes.

"What do you want?" Hermione asked as she looked away.

"Look, I'm sorry for whatever it was that I did. And I won't do it again IF you'll just tell me what in the hell I did," Draco said as he walked over and sat beside her. Hermione was silent for a while and Draco was beginning to think he'd screwed up again.

"I was nervous about you seeing me in this stupid outfit…and then you didn't even like it…" she said. She felt her face heat, so she stared at her lap to hide it.

"But I did like it," Draco blurted out before he could stop himself. She looked at him in shock. "Uh….well…I…" Draco tried to think of something…ANYTHING that could save him from this.

"You…you mean it?" Hermione asked as she looked at him with those big eyes of hers.

Draco just couldn't resist. He nodded. But luckily for him, before he could regret it, Hermione threw her arms around his neck and hugged him. She nuzzled his neck. He could've sworn his heart stopped. He moved his arm up to…well he wasn't quite sure WHAT he was going to do…his arm just…moved. Hermione bit into his neck before he could find out what his arm was trying to do.

Draco froze. He felt the pain, followed by the overwhelming pleasure. He didn't know much about vampires. In fact, he didn't know anything except for what Hermione had explained to him. Which, granted, wasn't much. All he knew was that when she bites him, he feels the pain of the puncture, but then it feels so GOOD. She told him once that if he tried to resist, it would hurt. Really hurt. He believed she said, "the worst pain you can imagine times ten." Or something like that.

What he couldn't understand was why anyone would actually WANT to fight this. It felt great and he felt so close to Hermione. And it made her so happy. So why fight it? Eh that was THEIR problem.

Draco felt the pleasure fade and felt Hermione's fangs slowly pull out of his neck. The only down side was the feeling AFTER. He felt so light-headed, dizzy, and a little sick. And his neck was always sore too. You know, the usual when you get your blood sucked by a vampire.

There was another feeling he got when she pulled away. He didn't understand it, but he felt lonely. Like the link they had was broken. He hated it, but he hated not knowing WHY he felt this way every time. He figured it had to be some kind of vampire trick to make their victims keep coming back.

Hermione smiled at him and then disappeared. She always did that. She'd drink, smile, and leave before he could even think of what to say next. In a way, it was good. It avoided any awkwardness that followed. But on the other hand…

Draco staggered back into the school and down the stairs. Dinner had already started, but he still had time to get something. He somehow managed to get down to the main floor without falling on his head like he wanted to do. He slipped through the doors as quietly as possible and sat down. He didn't even look at anyone because he was sure that they were giving him weird looks. And why not? He was late for dinner and looked like a wreck.

After he ate, he headed back to his room and collapsed on his bed. He didn't even bother to change. He was too tired and he just didn't care. He buried his face in his pillow and could've sworn it smelled like mint. It reminded him of Hermione. She loved sweets, especially anything mint flavored. She always smelt like mint, but he wasn't sure if it was because she ate so much of it or because she actually had a mint scented spray. He turned his head and could've sworn he saw something in the shadows, but he fell asleep before he could find out if there really was something there or not.

End of Chapter 9! Hope ya like it! Please R&R! Luv ya! BYE~! =^^=