Fire In The Blood
Disclaimer/Plot/Author's Note: SEE FIRST CHAPTER
Recommended Reads: On the Delights of Drinking Blood and Yield to the Darkness by Quatermass, Twisted Fate and Shadow Phoenix by moonfeather58, Dakaath: Prince of Darkness by LT2000, Dracula Rising by ZenoNoKyuubi, Damaged Raven and Apex by JustBored21, Harry Potter and the Darkness Within by DaggersBloodPain, Occulta Proditione (HP) by HarryxTomR and Paraselenic by EmpyrealFantasy
Key Pairing: Harmony
Other Pairings: To be determined
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"I…I honestly couldn't name a wand I've ever sold or heard of that could come close to this one."
"Oh…" replied Harrison, sneering at a white-faced Dumbledore as he shrugged before he chuckled darkly, his laughter edged by a similar dark tone as his Father's, judging by the way the lights dimmed around him.
"I could probably think of one, Mr Ollivander…shame no-one knows where that wand is today."
Chapter 4: The Harmony of Blood
Hermione had always enjoyed the summertime.
The sun, the waves of comforting warmth, the fun and games and the seemingly-endless possibilities for new discoveries waiting to be made, all coupled with the freedom to be herself and not have to constantly worry about narrow-minded idiots like Ron Weasley or broken records like the pure-blood ponce, Draco Malfoy getting in her way.
One of her favourite things about the summer, however, was the chance to say she was done with her homework and then, when the opportunity arose, leave her free to hit the beach, as they say.
It was because of this particular fond thought, which was how Hermione suddenly found herself enjoying the sun's touch warming her skin while she lounged on a Gryffindor-red beach towel, listening to the ambience of the seaside town around her. She was also wearing a Gryffindor-red bikini while, as she turned over, letting the sun slowly turn her back a healthy shade of tanned-brown, a sigh of relief, if not curiosity escaped Hermione as she aimlessly kicked her legs in the air, a part of her wondering what she wanted to do next.
"Do you want some sunscreen, Hermione?"
Without turning her head, Hermione sighed deeply, removing her sunglasses – Gryffindor-red, naturally – as she smiled with a mixture of relief and mild annoyance, as the realisation of her situation suddenly hit her.
Even so, she couldn't resist how pleasing this felt, especially after the coldness of the Scottish-Hogwarts autumn weather.
"Please."
Seconds later, a low moan escaped Hermione as she savoured the soft feel of the creamy substance being rubbed into her skin, which, she would gladly admit, made her feel more-relaxed, but, at the same time, she still felt like she was going to be torn between acceptance and curiosity as she sank down onto her arms with a resigned sigh.
Even as she enjoyed the feeling of her masseuse's hands running over her skin, Hermione couldn't resist groaning in apparent annoyance before she addressed the young figure servicing her.
"So, exactly how many more times are you going to just walk in on my dreams like you own them, Harrison?"
"I think you know the answer to that," replied the sun-kissed form of the Prince of Darkness, earning a slight oomph from Hermione as she felt him straddle her, all the while rubbing more lotion into her smooth skin, earning more moans of pleasure, as well as relief from Hermione, though not before he chuckled as he added, "Still, given the fact that your brilliant mind, or possibly your deliciously-alluring magic, allows you to know this is just a dream and that I'm here for both of our pleasures…though more my own…anyway, something tells me it won't be too much longer."
As he ran his slender fingers along her skin, Hermione groaned and felt both accepting and annoyed at how wet she was getting, not to mention the way her heartbeat was quicker than normal, thanks to how soft, caring and passionate Harrison Dracula was being with her.
The only reason it became so was because of how flustered she was getting, not because of how embarrassed, unnerved or frightened.
In fact, Hermione didn't want to admit it, not even to herself, but she wasn't afraid.
Oh, make no mistake, she had been frightened at first, especially since he was a lust-and-blood-hungry vampire who clearly saw her as his prey, to do with and torture as he desired, but now, feeling him pamper her – or torture her, as she also thought – Hermione just had to admit it.
It was…it was nice.
Heaving a sigh, Hermione cocked her head to one side, letting her veins stick out against her throat as she asked, "All…all right, enough foreplay, Harrison: are…are you going to do it or not?"
"Aww, but we're having so much fun," drawled Harrison, licking his lips before he leaned down, as though he was going to bite her.
However, to Hermione's shock, as well as arousal, the only thing he did was kiss her suntan-lotioned skin, before he licked along her naked flesh, like he was savouring an ice lolly, before, to her disbelief, he lifted himself up, letting out a dry, mocking chuckle as he added, "No…I don't think so. Not this time, anyway: don't get me wrong, Hermione, I love how willing you are, not to mention the yummy aftertaste I have when I wake up in my own area, but…no. This time, I think I'll let you wake up on your own."
"Why?" asked Hermione, turning to look at him.
But when she did so, her heart quickened just slightly when she saw that Harrison was gone, leaving Hermione feeling confused, a little annoyed, but, also, something else.
Something she hadn't felt before, even when she'd come to realise this was a dream.
She felt like she should have just done as he wanted and let him toy with her, using her dreams for his pleasure.
She should have just surrendered to her Prince of Darkness.
Because, without his bite…without him, this whole experience felt…wrong somehow.
Fire
Opening his eyes in the camp, Harrison chuckled as he sensed the last dregs of his latest astral trip into Hermione's dreams fading away.
He didn't have her aftertaste on his tongue, for which he was only slightly disappointed, but, to compensate for that, Harrison allowed himself a dark chuckle and even a little self-pleasure as he was reminded of her disappointment, and the unfulfilled feelings he'd left her with.
As he thought on them, a low chuckle escaped Harrison as he heard his stomach growl while his mouth felt dry.
"Soon…" whispered the prince, massaging his growling stomach as he mused, "In the meantime, I think I'll go and have someone to eat."
Fire
As time went by, and the First Task started to draw closer, Harrison seemed to make more of an impact, both with the students of the three schools as well as the staff.
When he wasn't training, the Prince of Darkness seemed content to casually sit back and observe whatever it was that, supposedly, passed for the finest branches of education in the world at Hogwarts.
Sometimes, he did this by making himself invisible - another basic vampire skill, especially for one of his power – while, at other times, he was visibly-present and observant, much to the curiosity of the students in attendance at the time. To his amusement, whenever he made himself visible in lessons with his intended, Harrison noticed how she struggled to stay on task as she kept sending him glances while, to his amusement, she'd even try and catch him outside those classes, by which time, he was invisible again and watching her suffer the battle she was having with her most-basic human desires and her sense of right and wrong.
Soon, however, Harrison grew bored with the lessons, especially with how behind the times they were.
Even when some of the teachers allowed him to display his own prowess with their tasks, Harrison showed how easy they were for him, sometimes even performing tasks wandlessly.
But, even being able to have some fun soon grew stale.
And, as Harrison commented after one Charms lesson;
"A bored vampire makes for a very dangerous classmate, especially if the class happens before lunch."
Fire
One lesson that made him both curious and annoyed, however, was Potions.
When Harrison decided to check out a seventh-year class and see what the almost-graduated learned, he still managed to complete the task in half the time, including using his own skill with the topic and class to substitute some of the instructions with guidelines and ways he'd been taught back when the first-year lot were still waiting to be sorted – meaning when he was eleven.
At the end of the lesson, however, Harrison was annoyed when Severus Snape, who always seemed to do whatever he could to avoid addressing the vampire at all, just scoffed at the boy's display before he asked, "So, who did you cheat off of this time, Potter?"
"If my memory serves me correctly, I think it was your Mother, right after my Dark-Father gave her the best night of her life," snapped Harrison, clearing away his station with a wave of his hand before he looked to Snape as he added, "On another topic, I've just got to say this: for someone who's basically got a guillotine blade hanging precariously low over his head, you seem to enjoy trying to piss me off, Snape."
"You won't do anything, just like your Father won't without his audience!"
As soon as Snape finished his insinuation, however, Harrison didn't just make a move.
He also proved the man was beyond-wrong when he pushed hard against the suddenly-shocked Potions Master, his vampire strength aiding him as he sent Severus flying through the air.
Seconds later, before the man hit the ground, Harrison threw out his hands, firing what looked like a burst of silvery-green energy at Severus.
When the energy hit him, Severus barely had time to cry out in alarm before his body became enveloped in crystallised energy.
Slowly, but surely, the energy both rose up his body and compressed him into a smaller space, which made everything else, even the Prince of Darkness himself, seem gigantic by comparison.
Walking up to where Severus' newly-formed prison had hit the floor, Harrison picked up the small, imperfectly-formed crystal, staring into its warped interior with a smug smile on his face. Inside the crystal, the Potions Master seemed to be falling through nothingness, his body spinning around as he fell while his hands were clawing at his skull, his mouth open in a long, soundless scream that, within the crystal, echoed all around Severus, intensifying the pain he felt.
"I'm sorry," drawled Harrison, snorting in amusement as he asked, "Who won't do anything, Snape?"
Tossing the crystal onto the ground as hard as he could, Harrison smashed the prison, releasing Severus, who coughed, gasped and scrabbled away from Harrison like an insect retreating from the light. His dark eyes were wider than wide and his skin looked even-more-sickly than usual as he stared at the Vampire Prince, who just waved mockingly.
"Be thankful the only thing you're doing with your childish ideas of vengeance against the dead is amusing me," added Harrison, his eyes shining with amusement as he explained, "There are far worse things I could do than Zone you, Severus…and despite what you might think because your so-called masters make me, it'd be perfectly legal because, at the end of the day, your life is mine!"
With that, Harrison turned and walked out of the classroom, leaving Severus staring in absolute horror at the sight of the boy's robes billowing behind him as he left.
Were he not so frightened by what he'd just experienced, he might have found the irony amusing…
Fire
Even though he'd been amused by how easy it was to terrify the one-track-minded moron, Harrison was still annoyed.
Thanks to Sirius and Remus, he knew all about Snape's so-called grudge against James Potter because of how the man had fallen for Lily, to the point of obsessing over her, and, as a result, ignited a childhood feud that culminated in Snape being suspended in the air, screaming for mercy. He also knew the man still carried the proverbial torch for Lily and, even though she was dead – as was James, though only Snape seemed to have forgotten that part – he believed he knew exactly what sort of person Harrison would be.
As was just shown, however, he had no idea, hence Harrison's annoyance.
As he made his way out to the familiar surroundings of his camp, however, Harrison's eyes narrowed suddenly when he caught sight of something else that got his ire flaring up again.
Several students were happily moving between classes and courtyards, but what made Harrison's annoyance turn into something akin to anger was the sight of a set of stupid-looking badges on their robes.
Through some mediocre attempt to undermine Harrison's place as the Fourth Champion, some bright spark had apparently had an idea to display images on the badges showing both Cedric Diggory and Harrison Dracula.
However, the image showing Diggory read SUPPORT CEDRIC DIGGORY or made a claim like SUPPORT THE TRUE HOGWARTS CHAMPION!
While, when the image changed to show Harrison's face, it simply read POTTER STINKS, accompanied by a very unflattering noise and an image of him being squashed like a bug.
Unfortunately for the happy meals with legs wearing the badges, Harrison was already annoyed.
As one group of students jeered at him, Harrison's nerve snapped.
Grabbing the nearest student, he pinned the unfortunate boy to the nearest wall before he growled, "Who made these?"
"Why…why should I t-t-tell you…anything, Potter?" sneered the boy, whom appeared to be the same age as Harrison, but obviously less than him.
Snarling in such a way that revealed his fangs, Harrison growled darkly as he warned the boy, "Because they're making me angry and, when I get angry, I get hungry! So, it's your choice, human: give me a name or give me a meal…which is it to be?"
"Draco Malfoy."
Looking up, Harrison saw his rival, Cedric Diggory, standing in the archway that led into one of the many courtyards of Hogwarts, his hands raised to show he was unarmed while his eyes were fixed on Harrison as he explained, "He's a fourth-year Slytherin who likes to think he's the cleverest person in the room, and the best thing since sliced bread. He's the one who has been circulating the badges and getting the naïve members who dote on his every whim because of who his Father is, to support me as the so-called true Hogwarts Champion. Unlike him and the sheep, however, I have no quarrel with you, Prince Dracula, and, despite his naivety, neither does Smith, so why don't you let him go?"
The boy, Smith, gulped hard as Harrison looked back to him, his eyes blackened in the sclera while, around them, the air was thick with cold and a sense of death that made anyone unfortunate enough to feel it prefer the presence of a Dementor.
As for Harrison, he let out a low growl before he leaned in close, his eyes shining in such a way that, within seconds, Smith was under his thrall.
In this manner, Harrison let a small amount of his power bleed out before he hissed, "Spread the word, Smith: the badges will be destroyed! If I see even one more after today, I will paint the walls of the Great Hall with the blood of whoever is wearing it…and then I'll make you clean it up…with your pathetically-wormy tongue!"
Tossing the boy to the ground, Harrison rounded on Diggory while he added, "Now…Mr Diggory, tell me: where might I find this Malfoy brat?"
"You're in luck," said Cedric, gesturing towards the far side of the courtyard as he explained, "He's lounging over in that tree with his cronies…also, don't know if you've heard the rumour, but the First Task…"
"Oh, I know what the task entails," said Harrison, moving past Cedric before, stopping once, he looked back with a curt nod and a faint smile on his face as he added, "But I do appreciate the loyalty you seem willing to show in trying to warn me, Diggory. However, if I might offer a word of free advice, maybe you should focus on your own beast and leave mine to me."
Nodding once, Cedric turned and left while Smith, having recovered with a foul stain on his robes and a smell that followed him for a long time afterwards, fled from the presence of the Vampire Prince, his mind focused on the thought of getting the badges out of circulation before Hogwarts turned into a bloodbath that he would have to clean up.
Harrison, meanwhile, made his way towards the end of the courtyard Cedric had mentioned.
Sure enough, there was a small group of students gathered around a tree, in which a blond-haired boy with grey eyes and a smug look on his face lounged like he was meant to be somebody. When he saw Harrison approaching, however, the boy cleared his throat, prompting his sheep to turn and take notice of the vampire in their midst, while the blond smiled like the Nundu that ate the Thunderbird.
"Ah," said the boy, the drawl in his voice more than evident as he asked, "Prince Dracula, what an honour to finally meet you; so, does this mean you have finally decided to come and befriend your betters?"
"Not exactly," answered Harrison, earning a few wary looks from Malfoy's goons before, to their shock, the young vampire leapt up over their heads, landing in such a way that he was actually standing underneath the branch over Malfoy's head, leaving him hanging upside down like a bat with his feet perfectly perched on said branch.
As Malfoy stared up at the black-haired vampire in abject disbelief, Harrison reached down and, grabbing hold of a chunk of Malfoy's hair, he pulled him up with ease, holding him so he was eye-to-eye with the prince.
With his eyes filling Malfoy's, Harrison let out a growl before he asked, "So…you think it's funny to piss off a hungry vampire, do you, Malfoy?"
"Y-Y-You won't d-d-do anything…" stammered Malfoy, his fear surprisingly quick to replace his arrogance while, seeing the ability of the prince seemed to be enough to frighten off his underlings. "I…I know you…you can't hurt or…or k-k-kill anyone and…and if you do, my Father…"
"Your Father? Do you mean the man I silenced, disarmed and mercifully left with both his hands intact in front of the Minister himself?" asked Harrison, earning another horrified look from Malfoy that only became worse as Harrison growled, "Besides, you do remember him meeting my Father, don't you, Malfoy? Tell me, what good is blood gold and a plea of being under the Imperius Curse to the King of Vampires? The blood money will only be added to our already-impressive coffers and your claim of being under the Imperius will mean you're put under the sort of thrall that makes the Imperius look like a mortal No-Maj hypnotist look preferable by comparison!"
Leaning in close, Harrison let out a hiss as he told the blonde, "Basically, you blond prat: the only thing you actually have of worth to your betters, meaning me, is the red liquid appetiser flowing through your veins! So, like I asked one of your naïve customers, tell me, Malfoy: what can you offer me that might spare you from becoming my meal?"
Malfoy's eyes widened to all-new levels while, like Smith, he too wet himself in the presence and thrall of the Prince's power.
Harrison, meanwhile, just snorted as he drawled, "That's what I thought."
With that, he parted his jaws…
"Excuse me, Prince Dracula?"
Looking down – or up – to the ground below, Harrison was surprised, if not a little interested to see none other than Hermione Granger standing there, her eyes looking up at him in amusement and curiosity.
"Good morning, Hermione," said Harrison, cocking his head to one side as he asked, "Is there something I can do for you? Because, and I hate to sound petulant, especially to you, my dear, but, for future reference, I don't usually like being disturbed when I'm eating."
"I figured," replied Hermione, though as Harrison looked at her, his eyes widened when he saw her slide a finger along her neckline as she smiled up at him with a casual, friendly air, "But, and I say this will all due respect to your thoughts, Your Majesty, but I'm sure there are those who would make far better, more-filling meals for you to fill your rumbling belly with, instead of a little toad wart like Malfoy."
'Is she saying what I think she's saying?' wondered Harrison, though he couldn't stop his tongue tracing his lips, even as Hermione went on.
"After all, I'm sure even Dumbledore would hate it if the Prince of Darkness got indigestion eating a wingless, dickless dragon!"
Before he could stop himself – though he was also relieved, since the act forced him to hide his pleasure and hunger at the thought of the girl's true intentions – Harrison let out a loud, dark-tinged laugh, which sounded similar to his Dark-Father's rumbling, demonic laugh, before he dropped down to the ground, releasing Malfoy with a heavy shove.
As the blond hit the ground, Harrison sneered as he jabbed a thumb in Draco's direction, "This is no dragon, Hermione, whatever his name is; after all, you do know what Dracul, which was once my Father's name, means, don't you?"
"Son of the Dragon," said Hermione, nodding once before she extended a hand to Harrison as she explained, "Come on…I'll help you find a better meal; we can leave this pathetic runt in his own shit."
As Harrison walked away, however, a growl tore out of him when he heard Draco snarl, "Pathetic? You filthy Mudblood, how dare…"
"OH NO YOU DON'T SONNY!"
The next thing Harrison knew, a jet of magic flew past him and Hermione.
When he turned to see what the magic had been aimed at, he let out another laugh of disbelieving delight and amusement when he saw Malfoy was gone…and in his place was a snivelling wretch of a ferret!
At the same time, Hermione's eyes widened when Professor Alastor Moody – who'd been someone Harrison didn't really trust from the first time he'd seen him, though he couldn't explain why – made his way forwards, using his wand to bounce the ferret up and down while he snapped at the squealing creature.
"You stinking, cowardly, scummy..."
"Professor Moody!"
Suddenly, the voice of Professor Minerva McGonagall interrupted Harrison's amusement – as well as Hermione's, who was also laughing her head off at the sight of Malfoy getting his just deserts – as the Head of Gryffindor rushed forwards, her eyes widening when she also saw Harrison there, though she continued addressing her colleague as she asked, "Wha-what-what on earth are you doing?"
"Teaching," answered Moody flatly, earning a snigger from Harrison as he saw Minerva's face pale as she looked to the flailing ferret.
"Is that a-Is that a…is that a student?"
"Technically, it's a ferret," answered Harrison flatly, looking to the white-faced professor as he told her, "And you should be fortunate that your colleague intervened when he did, McGonagall; if Malfoy had actually managed to hit me or young Miss Granger with his feeble excuse for magic, he wouldn't be standing, much less bouncing."
As Minerva looked at the vampire prince in horror, Harrison snapped his fingers once, ending whatever spell Moody had cast on Malfoy, returning him to human form.
While many of the students were in awe of his power, Harrison turned to Moody before he added, "Mind you, Transfiguration as a punishment? Not very professional of you, is it, Professor?"
"Yes…well…" said Moody, looking back to Malfoy, who seemed to have gone paler than he usually was, his jaw dropped in horror while his voice seemed to have failed him as he scrabbled away from Harrison, Hermione and Moody, the latter of whom scoffed as he added, "You're just lucky I was here to stop him, Potter…"
"By the Dark Gods, how many times do I have to remind you ignorant people?" asked Harrison darkly, looking from Moody to McGonagall as he snapped, "My name is Dracula, not Potter…which I guess also means those damn badges are false too, but then again, I think that was the point this walking aperitif wanted to make!"
"It's all right, Harrison," said Hermione, moving to his side as she told him, "You can't expect them to get it; some of them can't even say the word electricity properly…come on, after all this excitement, you must be starving!"
'She does mean it,' thought Harrison, while McGonagall looked on in abject horror.
"Miss Granger…"
Before Minerva could speak, however, Harrison had vanished with Hermione, leaving those who remained both in awe and frightened at the thought of what he might be about to do.
As for Moody, however, he looked more than intrigued by Harrison's power and the way he defied even his own identity.
In fact, he looked…curious.
Fire
When Hermione got her first look at the Vampire Prince's encampment, it was safe to say she was surprised by how normal things seemed, even with the humans whom were obviously there to be the slaves, toys, entertainment and, of course, foodstuff for their vampire masters.
She was also surprised, if not a little amused, to find Harrison's apparent kidnapping of her from in front of her own Head of House taking her up into the trees over said encampment, though the speed was certainly not unexpected, given all she'd read on vampires and what she remembered reading in many a Muggle fiction.
That being said, Harrison Dracula was no fictional vampire; bedazzling and alluring, maybe, but he was a being of real power, not some one-sided fantasy where good won in the end. She also found herself wondering how Mr Stoker might have reacted knowing his legendary Count was still alive and gave off an air of power that surpassed even the story's descriptions.
While Hermione had her moment of contemplation, Harrison set the girl down on a branch near his hammock, before he licked his lips slowly, letting out a hungry growl as he whispered, "Now…not that I'm complaining here, but, just so I know you mean this, tell me: why should I waste my fangs on you, Miss Granger?"
"Because I know you want to," said Hermione without fear or hesitation as she turned her head away from Harrison, so that her veins stuck out again, just like she'd done many times in her dreams, while her voice was soft, calm and accepting – in every way – as she told him, "And because I want you to, Harrison; I admit, it took me a while to break through your dark enchantments and realise you were invading my dreams. But…but when I did, I…I did a little research and found out about…about Vampire Bonds."
Sniggering darkly at the hunger for knowledge possessed by the bright young soul whom was, allegedly, his Intended, Harrison asked, "And?"
"And…and I know now…" explained Hermione, wiping sweat from her brow while she also adjusted her collar and her trousers, which Harrison's enhanced senses could detect were damp with arousal, as the girl went on. "I understand that…that, for some reason, you…your bonded is…me and what…what happens in my dreams; it…it's like a hazing…like a test."
"Almost right," said Harrison, edging closer before, moving a strand of Hermione's hair from her neckline, he leaned in close, his breath tickling her skin as he whispered, "Actually, it's more like…foreplay; I get to torture you with wet dreams that make you climax like you've never climaxed before and, sooner or later, as you appear to be doing now, my mind games make you want to be mine."
"And…and I do," rasped Hermione, her voice weak with longing and desire as she turned to see the dark eyes of the Vampire Prince looking at her, sizing her up like she really was nothing more than his dinner. "I want this, Harrison…please! I…I tried denying it, distracting myself with…with the Tournament and…and trying to speak to my friends about it, but…but I couldn't."
"Because they wouldn't understand?"
"Because I can't lie," said Hermione, blushing redder than Gryffindor's colours as she told him, "Not even to myself: and, besides, I…I knew that…if I'd talked to them about it, they would have asked me if I wanted it and, like an idiot, I'd have said no…and then, when you left me hanging in our beach dream, I…I finally knew…I understood. So…so here I am, ready…very willing and…and able to…to become yours…if you'll please let me!"
Licking his lips again, Harrison reached around, snaking his arm around Hermione's waist.
As his fingers drifted over her clothing, Hermione shuddered while her breath became short and raspy as she felt him pull her into his embrace.
She could practically feel him salivating against her skin, not to mention hear the hungry rumble of his stomach as it demanded to be filled with her.
As she felt him caress her, Hermione felt his hands trace their way across her stomach, along her breasts, including her aroused nipples, and along her chest. When he touched her heart – or rather, where her heart was located – she knew he could both hear and feel it hammering against her ribs while, moving his hand down, Harry chuckled with liking when he felt how wet she was through her trousers.
Smacking his lips again, Harry took a breath as he whispered, "My, Miss Granger, how ripe you are."
Before she could stop herself, especially since this was a vampire, not a wolf or werewolf, Hermione gasped out, "All…all the better to…to be yours with…Prince Dracula…"
Once again, Harry tucked Hermione's hair aside, allowing him access to her throat before, leaning in closer, he whispered, "You do understand that, with this, you will be mine and that, now I have you, and you belong to me, there is going to be no going back!"
"I know…"
"This won't be like any fiction or theme you might have read," Harrison warned her, his voice rippling with dark longing all his own, as he explained, "Yes, you are mine and, yes, I will let you in, but, more than that, as both your mate and Prince, I will hurt and punish you if you try to betray me or do something that displeases or humiliates me."
"I know…"
"You will no longer be Hermione Granger, human student, but instead, you will become my Mistress and, when the day comes, my Queen and there will be things I expect of you and from you."
"And I am ready to serve…to learn…and to be yours…always…forever."
Sniggering at the dedication he could smell oozing out of her, Harrison took a breath before he licked slowly along Hermione's skin, eliciting a shiver and a moan of longing out of her as he spoke again. "Feel free to scream if you want."
With that, Harrison sank his fangs so deep into Hermione, it actually felt like he was chowing down on her whole neck.
Sure enough, the fourth-year Gryffindor screamed in terrified, aroused pain that, although she didn't yet know it, was actually drowned out by the wards around Harrison's camp.
As far as anyone else outside the camp knew, things were nice and normal.
Fire
Down below, however, Eric, Sirius, Remus and their vampire allies, as well as the human playthings-slash-familiars, all looked up in surprise, as well as mixed reactions of awe, wonder, finality and no small amount of pride as they heard the screams.
However, the reason for their shared reaction was the fact that, at the exact same time the screams tore through the camp, so too did a wave of dominating, all-consuming Dark Magic radiate throughout the bodies of each and every vampire – and Remus – in the camp.
As one, the vampires raised their voices in cheers of celebration and cries of homage, respect and acknowledgement for what was happening.
As for Sirius, being one of the humans in the camp, he just smiled before he whispered to the unknown;
"Now you're in for it, Albus!"
Fire
As Hermione learned, there was a lot more to becoming a vampire, especially the fully-claimed-and-turned mate of the Vampire Prince himself, than she first thought.
First, instead of a small nip or a light bite, Harrison tore into her throat like a beast possessed, where he then proceeded to guzzle down as much of her blood as he could manage, while not even caring when showers of her blood ran down over their bodies. All the while, his gulps filled the air with the sounds of their coupling, while Harrison also clamped his arms around her, holding her so close, he might as well have been trying to break her ribs with his grip as he feasted on that, which was now his.
With each passing second, Hermione felt her body growing weaker while her eyes remained fixed on him as he feasted upon her and, despite the pain, she smiled all the way through it. However, after a minute or two of gorging on his dinner, Harrison changed tack: the next thing Hermione knew, her body was being stripped of its clothes and, suddenly, she felt Harrison's hand plunging into her chest.
Her vision swam with fear and a small amount of curiosity as she wondered if he was simply going to kill her and damn his mating with her.
A few seconds later, as her vision swam with colours and shapes, indicating she was losing consciousness, Hermione got her answer when she vaguely saw Harrison rip open a bloody wound on his hand before returning his hand to Hermione's chest.
Once his hand was back inside her body, Harrison clasped her heart in his grip and squeezed hard, causing her blood to flow faster, though now, Hermione dimly felt something else. Something cold, dark, but empowering, which moved into her heart and, as Harrison squeezed the life out of her, so too was something squeezed into her, filling her with new waves of dark instincts, knowledge, magic and strength the likes of which she'd never felt as plain, old, ordinary Hermione Granger.
Through the haze of near-death pain and blood loss she experienced, Hermione was dimly-aware of Harrison removing his hand before, picking up his bride, he set her down in his hammock, wrapping his cloak around her before he bent down and kissed her on the forehead.
"Now," whispered Harrison, his voice like silk in her ears while, as he looked down at her, Hermione thought she saw him lick her blood from his hand, like he was savouring the dregs from the bottom of the mug, before he smiled down at her, "You'll sleep, my Princess, and the blood and magic within me, which is now inside of you, will slowly do the rest as you say goodbye to the human you were, and hello to your new life as my beloved. Then, when you wake up, no surprise, but you'll be hungry…to, which I say, don't worry, my Hermione…there's plenty of food…and if you want it, you can have anyone you desire, Princess Dracula…"
'Princess Dracula…'
Before she could get more thoughts out, the next thing Hermione felt was an all-consuming cold combined with the darkness that swam in front of her eyes as she succumbed to death.
And the start of her new life as the Vampire Prince's bride.
Fire
"Fuck me sideways!"
"I think that's reserved for your new mate, my Prince," argued Eric dryly, earning a scoff from Harrison as he finished washing his hands clean of his and Hermione's blood, occasionally massaging his chest as he felt the throes of her power and the full effects of the change she was going through hitting him just as hard.
"I'm just saying," replied the Prince, placing his hands either side of the basin, taking several deep breaths while he let out a low hiss of awe and dark liking as he explained, "I…I knew how strongly and hungrily I'd desire her blood, but…shit! There was a part of me that didn't want to let her go…and now, as she goes through the Awakening and…and becomes mine! Fuck me…she's got some serious power inside her…and I don't even think she knows about it."
"She doesn't, but she will," insisted Remus, his voice edged by a note of firm sincerity as he explained, "Remember, Your Highness, I was her mentor last year when I was here, and I will be her mentor again…if that's what you want me to do, I mean."
"No," agreed Harrison, looking to his Lycanthrope ally as he continued, "I like that idea; at least then, I can stay focused on the so-called tasks in this Tournament and keep an eye out for anyone else I want to make part of my Clan…Eric, do you think you can oversee that training as well?"
"It would be my honour, my Prince."
Rising up, Harrison took a breath before he looked to Sirius as he added, "In the meantime, we need to have a little chat, Sirius."
"About what?"
"Earlier," explained Harrison, his eyes darkening in their sockets as he leaned against the basin while he continued. "While I was having my fun with Lucius' brat and dealing with that overdramatic she-devil of a witch, McGonagall, I caught a whiff of something I want you to investigate!"
"Of course," said Sirius, standing to attention while he also looked a little bewildered by Harrison's choice of words, "What do you want me to do?"
"Well first," said Harrison, smirking knowingly as he explained, "Know that, if you succeed, I'll get in contact with Athena and finally consent to her making you her mate. I know she's practically chomping at the bit, and breaking the pelvises of her familiars trying to scratch the itch because I've said you're off limits!"
A look of intense relief flashed across Sirius' face as he heard this, though not before Harrison smiled wolfishly as he added, "However, in order to do this, you have to do the hardest thing you'll ever have to do and you have to be one hundred percent sincere about it."
"And what's that?"
Moving towards his ally, and godfather – as a human – Harrison patted Sirius' cheek in a derogatory manner before he chuckled as he told the man what he was going to have to do to earn his reward.
"You have to apologise to that grease stain, Snape, and get him to help you investigate how someone could be using Polyjuice Potion without any of the others knowing."
Chapter 4 and, after due consideration, and a bit of masterful mental manipulation, Harrison finally has his bride, but what will become of our favourite brunette as she says goodbye to her humanity, and her foibles, in favour of belonging to the Prince of Darkness?
Also, can Sirius actually do the impossible for the sake of not only reminding Harrison that he is a friend and ally, but also for his apparent reward from Athena, whoever that is?
Keep Reading to Find Out
Next Chapter: Hermione begins her new life as the mate of the Vampire Prince while Harrison prepares for the First Task of the Tournament, promising two things: fun…for him…and a lesson in what he's capable of for everyone else;
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AN: Zoning
Zoning is a power from the TV Series Young Dracula that is amazing and terrifying at the same time; a favourite of mine if ever there was one as far as vampire powers are concerned;