Sorry for not writing for ages guys :/ I hope you forgive me lol

I'm currently waiting on my a level results and I have been quite busy with stuff to do over summer and going to Rome and stuff. So here we go chapter 11 and enjoy! :D

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He couldn't concentrate too well in his double Defence Against The Dark Arts class. It seemed that the wait for two hours to pass, was a life time in itself. Frustration grew and his mates around him didn't seem interesting enough. It was almost like he couldn't settle. His stomach churned and his jaw hurt. His shoulders and arms felt like they had just finished doing weights as the blood in his body ran back down to the tips of his fingers, making his hands sting.

A voice called to the teacher.

"Pardon? She's What-?!" exclaimed the new teacher. Draco glanced around irritated at who's funny idea it was to pull a fast one. I mean Yeh the teacher was boring and talking a pile of crap, but can't one give someone a chance?

He saw what all the commotion was about. Potter was carrying a curly haired brunette away from her table. The teacher was fussing and giving orders to the class to sit there while he sorted it out, whilst leading the pair to the doorway… But Draco couldn't take his eyes off her… Granger lay across Potter's arms as if death had stepped over her doorway. He felt his stomach leap when a curl fell away revealing her face. He looked at those eyes, the soft eyes closed and peaceful…those eyes which just snapped open and looking back at him.

"Wait she's awake!" he called, pointing to Potter and the teacher from his table. They both looked down. The Class stared at Draco as Hermione's eyes began rolling around. The teacher dismissed the rest of the class and sent a message to Madam Promfrey to come immediately.

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Harry laid her down on a bare table. He tried desperately to help Hermione respond to him. Nothing would work, she just kept mumbling to herself. He was nudged roughly to the side as Malfoy made his presence known. He leant down to hear what she was saying.

"Her jaws stinging…. Stomach…. Teeth - I don't know what that means," stated Draco.

"I really don't think I need your help here Malfoy," retorted Potter.

"Like wise Potter," snapped Draco with a fixed glare.

"I'm her best friend!" shouted Potter.

"And I'm-!…I'm her…prefect partner…Yeh-its my duty to ensure she's ok," hesitated Draco.

"Aye Whatever Malfoy!" He couldn't bare Potter's demeaning stare and so squared up.

"Boys now I don't want know fighting here, if your not going to help you can carry on with your studies," stated the teacher. Draco's patience was wearing thin. He decided that he couldn't be around them anymore without killing one or the other and grabbing his stuff, he felt quickly away from the classroom.

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Hermione heard faint noises all around her. But nothing significant just a quick footstep here and there and the odd whisper. Trying hard to open her eyes, she found that her vision was blurred quite badly, did she bump her head that bad? She attempted to rub them, but nothing.

"Dear I wouldn't do that, I'd let your eyes rest," sounded the voice of Madam Promfrey. Hermione sighed.

"Why? What's wrong with me?" asked Hermione trying again to focus in on the nurse's image.

"We don't actually know, Professor Snape, Pickering and Dumbledore shall be down shortly. They want to ask you a few questions anyway," replied the nurse.

"Why? Why ask me questions? I just felt a little bit sick… What's the big deal with that?" questioned Hermione wildly.

"I think its just a new protocol I wouldn't worry dear," and with that the nurse walked off, closing the curtain around Hermione's bed as she did. Hermione agreed with the idea of getting rest, she felt so tired and drained almost like she couldn't last another day without any energy. She closed her eyes and before long was re-awaken quietly by three bizarre blurry shapes.

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Hermione woke. Dumbledore, Snape and Professor Pickering were gathered around her bed. Each blurred face told a different story: Snape's was he's usual miserable self, Pickering's was jolly but calm and yet…Dumbledore's was worried and almost grave.

"I am absolutely excited! I have never actually met a real one Albus!" exclaimed Pickering, "I mean being a Defence Against The Dark Arts teacher, one can only image the behaviour of a Strigoi!"

"Pardon Professor?" asked Hermione weakly.

"Hermione, you have been asleep for a week, not to worry though because your body really needed the energy, you had barely any to literally keep you awake," stated Dumbledore.

"A week! Think of all the work I've missed!! I have to catch up quickly, by any chance can I leave here now?" asked Hermione worried. Dumbledore Shook his head.

"I'm sorry Hermione I can't allow you to leave until we have accessed your physical, mental and emotional well being," answered Dumbledore. He glanced at Snape as if to alert him to carry on. Snape stood up.

"I haven't had much experience with your kind-"

"My kind?! Mudbloods you mean! How dare you!"

"Hermione! Snape needs to explain to you, its really, very important that you hear, he meant no harm and nothing to do with any one's blood type," responded Dumbledore trying to keep the peace. Snape smirked and went on with his speech.

"As I was saying I haven't learnt or had much experience with your kind. I remember doing some field work in my early years on your kind but I couldn't grasp the most important facts compared to what I really wanted to know, now I suppose with day to day secessions with me, I can now fore fill my research needs."

"And mine too!" piped in Pickering. Hermione stared around her.

"What the heck are you on about? I have know idea what you mean? No ones experimenting on me unless I know what's wrong with me!"

"Hermione you are a rare breed of Lumina vampiro," answered Dumbledore gravely.

Hermione stared shocked to silence, Lumina Vampiro….Vampire of the Light…