Chapter 25
Dear Diary,
I was being dragged away by big strong hands and I saw Draco falling down as if he had been knocked unconscious. I began kicking and screaming of course, desperate to see the face of my attacker. I was very upset to find that it was Blaise Zabini. The only reason I could see for him doing this was revenge on Draco for punching him.
"He wants to throw our friendship away? Fine!" Blaise said while pinning me against the wall. "But I won't let him do it for you! Not for you!"
Draco was still conscious though and he jumped to his feet to defend me. "Blaise, get the bloody hell off of her. How dare you attack me like that!" So it wasn't really all about me. Who cares? He still told Blaise to get off of me, right?
Only Blaise didn't listen. "Oh come off it, Draco," he laughed. "We're best mates. We share everything together. We've always shared women as well. Why would this one be any different?"
"Because she is!"
"It's only different if you actually care about her which you don't so therefore it doesn't matter!" Wow this just got complicated. From what I understood, Draco couldn't say I was different now because that would be confessing that he had feelings for me and if Blaise knew that then he would most likely tell Draco's father and then all hell would break loose and hen Draco's life would be on the line and...Oh dear I'm rambling in my diary. How silly of me!
The point was that even though it was clear that Blaise knew, Draco could never admit to his love for me. It was just not thinkable because then Blaise would have solid proof.
"Blaise, how 'bout this?" Draco suggested. "You can have her when I'm done with her. Sound good?"
"That's not how we usually work it," Blaise laughed. "Usually you screw 'em and then leave me the left overs."
"Well this one's too good a screw!"
"You mean she's MORE than just a good screw?"
"NO! I mean she's the best shag I've ever had and I'm not letting her go until I'm good and satisfied! Now let go of her and be gone."
The we heard a new voice, one I had heard just that afternoon. It was cool and calm, snickering almost. "What's going on?" It was Tom. OH how could I have forgotten that he was there?
"Leave," Draco told him. "This isn't your business."
"I heard something about someone screwing the mudblood over there. So it's true then? Well I was sent here for this school to watch over you, Malfoy."
"What?"
"The Dark Lord sent me to make sure your relationship with her isn't affecting your allegiance to him."
The look on Draco's face was one of pure anger. "You're here to watch over ME? Who the hell are you? And why wouldn't he just ask Blaise to be his spy?"
"He felt Blaise was too close to the situation to rat on you and Pansy would lie as long as you promised to eventually shag her and Crabbe and Goyle would wind up reporting back with an in depth explanation of the dinner menu sooner than they would explain your activities with the mudblood so they went me - Tom Williams."
"Never heard of you!" I said, finally getting involved in the conversation.
"Not surprised. I'm not of your kind. I'm an individual as some say. I've supported the Dark Lord since he was a young lad."
"That's impossible," I laughed. "You look far too young to have been alive back then."
"Au contraire, Miss Granger," he grinned. "I do not look my age for if I did, I'd be a pile of bones."
"What do you mean?" I snapped, obviously confused and very frustrated.
"I'm an immortal, Ma'am," Tom smirked. "I'm going to live forever. I'll never age, not a single day. I look the same today as I did at seventeen, when I was made, sired over two thousand years ago."
It then dawned upon me what he meant by that. "A vampire," I gasped, backing away slowly. By then, Blaise had let go of me and was staring at Tom in amusement.
Tom looked at me with a wicked smile. "Smart girl," he hissed. "maybe too smart for your own good."
And he was right. I probably did always know too much. It was my brain that go me to begin helping Harry fight Voldemort - just because I knew something, because I read too much, because I know too much. I got myself into this situation with my stupid brain! How pathetic could I be?
"Lucius told me that you had young Malfoy's hormones racing at the speed of light. Your figure, yes...your figure would definitely suggest this to be true but... your personality seems far from Draco's type. I never would have thought that he would go for a bookworm."
"There's more to me than that," I said in my own defense. I hated being looked at as a bookworm, a know-it-all. Why did I have to be under any title at all?
"Really? Care to show me how so?" He took a step towards me, his smirk showing his fanged teeth. I stepped back in fear. "You're scared?"
"Damn right she's scared!" Draco said back. "You're a bloody vampire! Of course she's going to be scared with you approaching her like that! You're such a wanker sometimes!" Up until then, Draco had been dead silent, seeming to be deep in thought so his response made me feel comforted.
"If she's afraid of vampires Malfoy..."
"Don't go there, Tom." They spoke as though they were old friend that had gone through some sort of falling out. I was definitely lost.
"But doesn't she kno..."
"Of course she doesn't and you'll do well to hold your tongue!"
"I think that you know by now that holding my tongue was never part of my personality!"
"Why didn't I recognize you before?" Draco asked, changing the subject rather abruptly.
"It was a disillusionment charm. I wanted to see a little bit of what was going on BEFORE I let my identity slip and trust me...I've seen enough to know that you're not being loyal to the Dark Lord."
"I owe loyalty to no one," Draco said in a chafed tone. "He is not MY Lord. I have no Lord. I pay allegiance to no one. I am a Malfoy and I make my own decisions."
"Then you'll be killed," Tom laughed.
"Then I'll die with pride. I will not negotiate myself just so your Lord can annihilate half of the wizard population. He's insane, massacring the way he does. If he has it his way, he'll be King and the rest of us will be his slaves. I won't bow to a sadistic psychopath that's beneath me!"
"You'll have no choice! It's not up to you!"
"I make my own destiny. I choose my own path!"
"You're choosing the path of death if you continue on with this mudblood girl over here."
Draco go so angry at this that he attacked Tom, pinning him to the wall and holding him by the throat. Tom was unaffected though by the lack of oxygen because vampires cannot breathe but he WAS however affected by the cross Draco was holding up to his chest.
"Only I can call her mudblood," Draco growled. "I'll kill you if I ever hear you say that again!"
"Listen to yourself, Malfoy!" Tom advised while wincing in pain. "Are you even TRYING to hid your love anymore? You're possessive, you're overprotective, and you're even way too jealous of any guy that even looks at her the wrong way! She's got you in her control!"
"I told you," Draco began while letting go of his victim. "No one controls me. If anything, I control her," he declared with a triumphant smile. What? Yeah right!
"How do you figure?"
"It's a hormonal response," Draco replied cockily. "You see," he continued while approaching me slowly. "Once you have her all hot and bothered..." He began sucking on the soft skin where my neck met my shoulder and...oh it felt good! "...Then she reacts to my actions and her hormones take control." And of course he was so right. As he sucked on my flesh, my hands rose up traveling up his arms and resting on his chest. "Kiss me, Granger," he commanded me, his lips hovering right above mine. I could feel his breath on my face and his hands on my waste and then he ran them up and down my sides causing me to grow week in the knees. I wasn't going to give in because I hated him thinking he was in control but then I remembered that Zabini and Tom were watching and I couldn't let them think he was wrong. So I pushed up on my toes and kissed him softly, my hands dropping down as I melted away in his lips.
As we broke away, I heard clapping coming from both Tom and Blaise. "Well done," Tome said. "You are in fact in control of yours and Grangers sexual relationship but that little show you just put on was not enough to convince me that your feelings are strictly physical."
But Draco and I were not listening to him for we were too wrapped up in each others eyes. I decided to try to use Legilemency again. I wasn't sure if it was going to work though. I knew that the last time I had used it, it worked mostly because of my high emotions but I figured I'd take a swing at it.
And it did work! I was so excited. 'I think it's time for me to leave,' I thought to him. Oh how I loved this power.
'Yes that would probably be a good idea,' he thought back. 'I'll take care of these two bozos.
'But later, Draco, I'm going to want some answers!'
'I wouldn't expect otherwise. But if you get answers then I get action.' Oh he's just so devilish.
'We'll see,' I thought as a smile played on my face.
Without a word spoken, I turned on my heels and left. Blaise and Tom stared in confusion as I walked away. "Well where the bloody hell is she going?" I heard Zabini ask Draco with an annoyed inflection.
"How should I know?" He responded nonchalantly. "Probably off to screw Potter. She does that from time to time. Maybe even the weasel too!" That was all I heard before I was out of hearing distance. I decided to go see what Harry and Ron really were up to. I was sure they were up to no good so I went up to the Gryffindor Tower. The fat lady was asleep so I knocked on her frame ever so lightly.
"Sorry to wake you," I said as her eyes opened slowly showing just how tired she was. "I just wanted to visit Harry and Ron."
"MISS GRANGER! Oh you're here! I'm so glad you stopped by. I wanted to congratulate you on becoming Head Girl. I must say that it was expected by everyone. The portraits and I all agree that you'll be absolutely excellent, the best Head Girl this school has ever seen. So sorry to hear about who the Head Boy is though. It's terrible how Dumbledore is making two enemies share Head duties and all. Honestly, Slytherins and Gryffindors are too different. When will he learn? A lion and a serpent don't mix. They do NOT go hand in hand and they do NOT get along. Had Dumbledore asked ME, I would have suggested he choose Harry Potter..."
She kept talking more about how I should be working with Harry and not Draco but I was still stuck on what she said previously. Slytherins and Gryffindors, the lion and the serpent, purebloods and mudbloods. So many titles. So many reasons why Draco and I don't belong together. And of course that got me thinking about why we were together in the first place and that answer is obvious...sex. And then I stumbled across my previous internal conflict...it is a sexual love that ties Draco and I to one another. It's possible that we just get our feelings of euphoria mistaken with actual love. Do we love each other or do we just love the way we can make each other scream?
"...Of course Mr. Weasley would have been a fine pick as well though if he's been influenced in any way at all by those twins I'm not to sure. But I guess anyone would be better than Mr. Malfoy."
"Thank you Ma'am," I said quietly. "It was very nice talking to you but I should be going now. I'm very busy."
"I though you wanted to see your friends!" she yelled as I ran away. On my way back to the Head Tower, I devised a plan. A test for Draco AND for myself. I would make a bet with him and chances were he wouldn't like it too much. I'll tell you about the bet later but now I must be off. I'm waiting for Draco to return.
Hermione
DRACO'S P.O.V.
As soon as she left, Tom gave me that look as if to say that I had some explanations to give. When they asked where she had run off to, I cracked some joke about her screwing the Dynamic Duo. In truth I wanted to vomit at the very thought.
But I was still in shock seeing Tom at Hogwarts. For so many years he's been an older brother to me, part of the family. He helped raise me. He and my dad are good friends - in fact, Tom has been a good friend of the family's for centuries now.
"She's trouble, Draco," Blaise scoffed. "I've been saying it since the beginning. Just give it up, man! There's plenty of other women, beautiful women, intelligent women, women who would fawn over you! What's so special about this one?"
"She's a challenge," I said without even thinking.
"What the hell does that mean?" he asked.
"It means," Tom said. "That she makes him work for it. She makes him try. He doesn't like having things handed to him, like a prize or a trophy if you play in a tournament or something of the sort. You don't want the Quidditch world cup because Potter fell off his broom because Dementors were chasing him. You want it because you're better than him. That's why he likes Granger. It's because it's always like he's playing one big game but let's get this straight right now Malfoy...the game ends NOW!"
I banged my hand straight into the brick wall of the castle in frustration causing it to cut and bleed. "DAMN YOU, TOM!" I screamed. "Why don't you get it? I'm out, I'm through! I'm not serving that sick bastard! I don't care enough! It's not even like I care about the people he's killing, I just don't see a point in killing them! There's no reason for it!"
"So you don't see a reason to do it but why not just do it to make your father proud? Just make people happy!"
"Make WHO happy exactly? My dad? My mum? All the other crazy death eaters that mean nothing to me? I'd much rather make on person I truly care for happy than to please a thousand people who would turn me over in a second if it meant that their own lives would then be spared!"
Tom threw his arms up in defeat. "Why can't you see that you're not only endangering YOUR life...but HERS as well? You're leaving me no choice! You're not even pretending to hide it anymore! You just are so obvious without any caution. Too many people know. There was even that one article about it in the paper. Of course you lucked out 'cause it was Skeeter who wrote it but at the same time it left Voldemort with suspicions! That's why I'm here. He knows and if I see that this thing between you and Granger is getting too serious then I'm to let him know immediately." Then he calmed down a bit and got a smug look on his face. "But for now I'll just call for backup." And I knew exactly what that meant.
Larissa Williams.
Tom's sister.
The one girl I could never say no to.
She was my first crush, my first love though she's always been ages older than I am. After all, she IS Toms elder. Every time I see her, her lovely hazel eyes seduce me into giving in. Last time, it didn't even take her batting her eyelashes to win me over. I think it's the fact that she's had thousands of years to perfect the art of seduction. She's just so bloody good at it.
Having her around will be a big temptation. Bloody hell! Why can't I control my hormones? I can only hope that she's put on a few pounds to make her less desirable.
"Tom," I said with a sigh of exhaustion. "I'm tired. I'm leaving. Do whatever you want! School starts tomorrow and I still have to speak to Granger about some duties we have. You just go to the Slytherin common room with Blaise, screw Pansy a couple of times and then I'll see you in the morning." And please whatever you do, DON'T TELL LARISSA WHERE TO FIND ME!
I ran up to the Head tower and found Hermione sitting on the couch, her face buried in a book. "What's that?" I asked, pointing to the big text in her hands.
"I though it'd be a smart idea for me to do some reading up on vampires especially if Voldemort's got them fighting for him!" She responded, not bothering to look up. "YOU may not be fighting in any wars to come but I sure am and I can't have us going into battle without knowing everything about our enemies."
"Tom's the only vampire Voldemort has fighting for him." I told her in honesty. "He hates vampires for the most part but he and Tom were friends from when Voldemort was in school, when he didn't know Tom was a vampire. Actually, Tom had gone looking for Voldemort after hearing a prophecy about him becoming strong and powerful and threatening the way our world functions. There's only one other vampire that Voldemort can stand but she won't fight. She's very old fashioned, believes that the men go to war and the women stay home and shop only for her shopping is just going into Hogsmeade, finding a pretty girl, eating her and then stealing her clothes." Hermione laughed but I could tell she was still worried. "Did you go to the library?" I asked, trying to get her to put down the book and talk.
"No. I found it on the bookshelf right over there," she told me while she lifted one finger to point by the window. "It's like our own personal library. I told it the subject I was looking for and it showed me all the books that the library had on vampires." She put down the book and I sat down next to her.
"Well now that you've put down that huge text book..." I said while raising one eyebrow letting her know what was on my mind.
"I told you earlier," She began, looking very cross. "I want answers first. How did you know him?"
"Friend of the family for generations," I replied as I got more comfortable in my seat on the couch seeing as I was going to be there for a while.
"When he realized that I was scared of vampires, he got weird and started acting like there was something you weren't telling me and then you told him not to tell me something. What was that about?"
Oh Merlin. I really didn't know what to say. The truth that she really SHOULD know was that when I was young, my father basically signed me up to be a vampire. It was his present to me - immortality. Larissa was to complete this gift for me on my twentieth birthday, a nice even age that was supposed to have some meaning to it that I didn't understand. But also on MY twentieth birthday, Larissa and Tom would be sharing my gift with Lucius and Narcissa as well. Malfoy immortality...whoopee!
Maybe I should have told her that I had been with a vampire before in a sexual way and that I had lost my virginity to one.
But I didn't tell her any of that. Instead I told her this: "Tom has a big mouth and a wild imagination and likes to involve himself in matters that do not concern him." I didn't like not telling her but I couldn't just let her know something that would cause her to leave me.
"You and your secrets," she sighed. "I don't get you sometimes. You're so furtive. I wish you would just let me know what's going on sometimes."
"Can't we just let it go now? Let's relax,' I suggested as I allowed my hands to pull her over to me so she was now sitting on my lap. "Kiss me, Granger," I said to her, leaning in so our faces were nearly touching.
Her eyes closed and I felt her breath on my face and I could feel her heartbeat speeding up. My hand slid up her shirt and that's when her eyes shot open.
"NO!" she proclaimed, standing up at once. "Since the beginning it has been my greatest fear that the only thing you love about me is my body!"
"Hermione, don't be silly..."
"I've tried to ignore it but the thought still lingers on my mind!" The ironic thing is that this was the second argument I had about our relationship today, Blaise and Tom saying that I needed to keep it purely physical and Hermione saying that she wanted the real thing, the whole nine yards ( whatever that meant). "If I decided that I could not commit such...SINS anymore, that I didn't want to have sex again until I was married...what would you say?" Women love what if situations. It puts them in a position of power because then they can always find something wrong with your answer.
"IF you said that, then I would marry you tonight. We'd elope!" I wasn't really being sincere but strangely enough, the idea didn't sound that bad once I said it.
"You think I'm joking, don't you? I'm serious. I want us to have a real relationship with you! Granted we still can't really go public but I still want nice meals together, and long walks around the castle when it's empty, and studying together, and having intellectual conversations, and doing homework side by side, and..."
"BREATHE, Hermione..." I told her. "Take three deep breaths before you hyperventilate."
"I bet you we can't go a week without sex!" She blurted out without taking my advice. "I bet you that at the end of a week you'd be begging for some sexual gratification! I bet our conversations would feel forced and our walks would be silent!"
"You've got to be joking me, right?" Please say this is a joke! Please?
"I'm serious, Draco."
I never backed down from a bet though. Oh what the hell. "You're on! First one to crack has to be a servant for a whole week! You're going to lose, Granger!" I don't know why I said that considering we had just made the bet and already I was horny! Damn her.
"Deal!" she said and we shook on it.
IT was definitely the wrong time to give up sex with Hermione if Larissa was going to be around. Damn it all to hell! Maybe I can find some kind of spell that will curb my sex drive. Or I'll just think of not sexual things like...um...books and um...transfigurations ... AH! I've got it! Professor Binns and his boring lectures. I'll just think of that class every time I get near Hermione or Larissa! Good that that's settled.
"Does this mean no kissing?" she suddenly asked while subconsciously licking her lips.
"Not if you say it doesn't," I replied hastily, ready to attach the moment she gave the go sign.
"Okay, kissing is legal but no touching and only kissing on the lips."
Imagine if you will, Me, Draco Malfoy, and Hermione Granger, goody-goody Gryffindor, making out on the couch with our hands held back literally behind our back. Now that was a site to see.
A/N...The long awaited chapter twenty five is here. Hope it wasn't too long!
I have my own impressions of vampires and more about them will be explained in the next chapter.
The bet is just a cute little thing I thought of and wanted to add in and as you will see later on, neither of them like it too much.
Larissa is going to be my favorite character soon so just tune in and find out how much fun our cute couple is about to have.
Read and Review please.
Oh yes, and thank you all so much for your great responses for the past chapters. I appreciate it so much. THanks again!