Mission Chapter 14: Own You, a harry potter fanfic

Short Summary:

She has a secret. So does he.

Long Summary:

Hermione Granger is not who they think she is. She's a three thousand year old vampire and she has a mission. To protect the Boy Who Lived, Harry Potter. But when someone jeopardises the objective, she must make herself known as she truly is.

Rating: R

Ship: Hermione/Draco

Mission
Chapter 13

Enough of them running it bow

Enough of them running it now

Enough of them running it bow

Enough of them

Well you know say that we come

We come to get the job done

We step in hot like the sun

An while erase everyone

I'll knock you right out of your feet

And I'll get you out of your seat

I'll slap the black off your skin

Don't need no reason

Don't waste your time talking to me

I control

You're wasting time begging to me

I control

Coz I'm gunner own you

Own you

Totally control you

Own you

Yes I'm gunner own you

Own you

Defile and disown you

Control your soul

Right this is the rise and fall

Ill take the weak and the small

I and I will come crush them all

So you will hear when I call

This is the spot it's the place

With all the flesh you can taste

Ill slap the white off your skin

Don't need no reason

Don't waste your time talking to me

I control

You're wasting time begging to me

I control

Coz I'm gunner own you

Own you

Totally control you

Own you

Yes I'm gunner own you

Own you

Defile and disown you

Control your soul

Own you

Coz I'm gunner own you

Own you

Totally control you

Own you

Yes I'm gunner own you

Own you

Defile and disown you

Totally control you

Control your soul

- Skindred, "Control you"

The call came through from Tommy; Aaron and he were having trouble trying to contain were-Lucius. Aaron was down, unconscious on the forest floor, blood leaking out from underneath him. Lucius had swiped him across the torso, knocking him to the ground. The force of the impact had knocked him out.

Trying to take Lucius alive was beginning to be a problem. He was in such an enraged state that our 'stupefy's weren't even fazing him.

Never harm a lycanthropes mate.

The wolf snarled and launch at Tommy. He barely had the time to avoid claws to the torso but instead received them to his arm. Tommy hissed, fangs showing and spittle flying out of his mouth grotesquely, reminding me of muggle vampire movies. He raised his gun, aiming to kill him.

"No!" I cried, "Wound him!" he fired, but Lucius dodged and the silver bullet only clipped him. Lucius spun and faced me. "Calm, Lucius, calm yourself." I tried a placating tone, after all nothing else seemed to be working.

I caught Lucius' eyes and froze. There was nothing remotely human-like there. Lucius' wolf had complete control.

"Lucius! Lucius think about Draco!" I cried. I would not accept this. I was not going to let Draco's remaining parent get himself killed. Never going to happen. "Think about your son, Lucius. If you get yourself killed, who will be there to protect him?"

A flicker, something, changed in his eyes. "You." It came out of his mouth, guttural. The wolf throat was not meant for human words. "You… care… Draco…"

The lie fell easily. "No! No, Lucius, I won't!" Buying time, antagonising him… come for me! "I won't take care of him." My voice turned hard. Hopefully he couldn't remember the vow we'd made not even two hours before. "I care nothing for him. He'll be caught by Voldemort, and then where will you be? All your work, for nothing! You'll be dead, and he will be a slave! Do you want that for him?" I ended up screaming it at him.

He was growling at him, but his eyes kept flickering. "Do you want him to be a slave, Lucius?"

"…No… 'Cissa… no…" It was eerie. His speech sent shivers up my spine.

"Because THAT is what Riddle will make him. He will be treated like a dog—"

He landed on me. "No…not…Draco…" with each word, he punctuated it with a bite on my body; never actually drawing blood, I could feel the bites becoming less forceful. "Stop me…"

"Yes, Lucius…" his body slumped on mine, and I pushed him off me gently. Tommy still held the tranquiliser gun on the comatose wolf.

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"Okay, that's it. We're through being nice. Tommy, assemble a squad. Once I get back from dealing with that god-forsaken council, were taking back Malfoy Manor. Raquel, get your weapons, you're coming with me. Luke, stay here. You are to protect Harry and Draco while I'm gone. Make sure they're ready – they'll want a piece of Malfoy Manor. Send Leroi to the house, he is to stay with were-Lucius until he reverts to human form." I settled Inferno on my waist and turned to the mirror. For this confrontation I had dressed to kill… literally: tight black leather pants and a black leather bustier with a zipper, pushing my breasts up, making them say 'Hello'. I'd done my make up: my lips ruby red and my eyes kohl-darkened.

The majority of the council were male, so if they didn't go my way this time, they would die by my hand tonight.

I had tucked my nice new Browning Hi-Power into a holster on my right thigh, and on my left I had strapped Inferno's little sister, Ember. I was going fully armed, with my weapons in plain view, so they knew what was coming. They had to know that sooner or later I would act. They might be my puppets put there to make fair decisions, but I was their puppet master, and so they would obey me.

I grinned wickedly, those who opposed me tonight would die, their clans assimilated into my own.

Raquel nodded, and disappeared to retrieve her weapons. Tommy followed with a quick kiss to my cheek and a whispered 'Luck'. Luke moved out the door, looking back at me briefly to give me another look over. He grinned, chuckled and darted out. They were all, no doubt, anticipating the coming confrontations.

I had decided to deal with the council first as my house weren't yet up to full strength. Soon as I assimilated the clans into my ranks, we would converge on the Manor. Leroi's intelligence hadn't been clear on wether or not Voldemort was inside, but quite a few Death Eaters were currently in residence. We would take out any who fought back, and secure the Manor, thereby dealing another significant blow to him.

Dumbledore didn't know of my plan, and I really didn't give two hoots. The Malfoy's were now bound to me. Voldemort had detected the loss, and had hit back, but we hadn't even heard a peep from the old fool. His loss.

I moved into the lounge, I could smell Harry and Ron coming up through the halls.

They knocked on the portrait and I nodded at Luke to let them in.

"What do you think?" I asked, spreading my arms out wide and slowly turning in a circle.

Ron gulped. Harry was silent. "Well?" I stopped and put my hands on my hips, pouting.

"You look hot, 'Mione."

"Thank you, Ron. Harry? Do I look good enough to go kill some vamps?" I said cheekily.

He grinned. "Like a thirteen year olds wet dream."

I laughed. "Yes. Just what I always wanted to be." I cleared my throat. "Now, getting serious." I smiled. Ooh, I was so looking forward to this. "You two, stay here. When Draco wakes, and I return, were hitting Malfoy Manor. Luke-y here will remain with you. I don't want to hear any protests," I said, holding my hand up when I saw them about to interrupt. "I'm going to see the council. I'm going to kill me some pesky vamps tonight, and gain some new ones. This, what I'm going to do right now, doesn't concern you."

Ron sighed and sat down heavily on the coffee table. I could see Harry fighting not to argue with me. I smiled at them. "You two can't help me with this one. This is all vampire politics. But, when I get back, we'll go kick some Death Eater butt, okay? Take care of Draco for me, he's going to freak if he wakes up before I get back."

Harry looked at me. "What's happened? Why are you going after the council anyways?"

I sighed, my good mood suddenly evaporated. "I'll give you the short version. Malfoy Manor was attacked. Narcissa Malfoy killed. Lucius had sworn allegiance to me, went nuts, turned 'wolf, tried to get to Wiltshire. The council has ignored me too many times, Harry. I put them there; I'm taking them down tonight. I've had enough."

Raquel appeared. She had also changed her clothes; a black leather lace up corset and black leather lace up boy shorts.

Ron made a strangled sound, jumped up and ran out of the portrait hole. Harry grinned, winked at Raquel and followed slowly.

Raquel looked at me and shrugged, "I thought I'd stick to the theme."

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