A/N: I'm so sorry that this took so long! You can punish me if you want! My gf was here, usually she lives far far away and I just didn't want to write the short time we had together... And I also kinda lost my muse there for a while. I think she's back now.

Also lots of kisses to my gf for beta reading this! Thanks! *kiss kiss*

Dark Angel

Can I Kiss You?

Hermione's watch showed exactly eight but there was no sign of Marilyn yet. She had already been there about ten minutes, early as always. A part of her wanted to forget about the whole thing, but she had never escaped from anything and she wasn't going to start now. She just hoped Marilyn would show up soon, the waiting made her more and more nervous for every second.

"Purr…"

The sudden sound made Hermione wince. She turned around and as she had guessed Marilyn stood there, with a grin on her face. As expected her clothing was a bit special. She had some kind of diadem on with what seemed to be pink cat ears attached to it, a black short latex dress with a square-shaped décolletage and pink knee socks and a pink tie to match the ears.

"Did I scare you?"

"Of course not, I have giant cat's purring in my ear every day." If the girl only knew what kind of things Hermione had been facing up to the past years. Big cats seemed like kindergarten compared to her episodes with Lord Voldemort. The truth was that the sensual purr mixed with the girl's breath tickling her ear had given Hermione gooseflesh.

"You little slut," Marilyn laughed and started walking. "Are you coming?"

"Where are we going?"

"You'll see."

Fifteen minutes and a bus ride later they were outside a red door belonging to a big worn house that you couldn't quite define the colour of; Marilyn opened it without any hesitation and stepped in. Hermione assumed she was to follow so she stepped in and was welcomed by a smell of incense, the distant sound of music and a girl, probably few years older than Marilyn.

"Marilyn! How lovely to see you," the girl said and by that revealed her hopefully spurious fangs. "Aww… you brought us dinner."

Hermione dearly hoped it was just a joke. She couldn't ask if the girl really was a vampire. They had no idea that Hermione for a fact knew that vampires existed, and she liked to keep it that way.

"But Betty, where's you manners," Marilyn said. "Hermione, this is Betty. Betty, meet Hermione."

"Hermione… such a lovely name. Feel welcomed. You want anything to drink?"

"I'll have some wine sweetie," Marilyn stepped in.

Hermione was sure Marilyn wasn't old enough to drink, but it was up to the girl. Even Hermione could have a glass of wine now and then but she didn't want to drink anything given to her by a girl with fangs.

"No thank you."

"I can give you a can of coke, unopened."

A blush appeared to match Hermione's very embarrassed look. She gave a quick nod.

"No need to be ashamed, a girl needs to be smart to survive these days," Betty said with a smile before she walked away, probably to get the drinks.

"Follow me," Marilyn said and started walking up the stairs. The music that before had been distant now grew stronger with every step. It actually sounded kind of pleasant. Hermione never thought she would like that kind of music – she was mostly into blues and jazz – but she couldn't help enjoying what she heard. Strangely enough she found the music almost calming.

They turned right after the stairs and entered a big living room. It looked like something taken from a movie; the walls were black and whole room was filled with lit candles. There were three big couches and two of them where occupied with gothic looking people.

"Hey everyone, this is Hermione."

Hermione got a polite "hi" from everyone. They seemed to be engaged in a discussion that for once made Hermione feel clueless. Fortunately Marilyn didn't seem to want to join them and instead sat down on the third couch, which was placed a bit isolated. Hermione sat next to her and before she had time to worry about what to say Betty came with the drinks, handing them over quickly before joining her friends.

Hermione looked at Marilyn. For the first time ever the girl looked a bit unsure. She was biting her lip and seemed to be miles away. Suddenly she looked right into Hermione's eyes and took a deep breath.

"Hermione," she said askingly.

"Yes?"

"Can I kiss you?"

Maybe it was all the incense in the air. Maybe she had lost her mind. Or just maybe she had never been more sain in her entire life. Hermione didn't even give Marilyn an answer before kissing her. It felt good – no – it felt amazing. Of course she would question her behaviour later on, the "normal" Hermione would give herself a lecture that would make Snape himself jealous. Not that she had time to care know. She had better things to do.