Chapter 2: Unexpected Love
Amy had slept through the rest of they day's classes. Her eyes opened slowly, crusted with dried blood, she wiped it off with the back of her hand, her pillows, stained with blood, and her thin white shirt under her blood red robes was also, stained. She got up, off of the bed slowly; she threw her robes to the ground. She pulled off her shirt, leaving her in only her lacy black bra, she rummaged through her suitcase and found a simple, silky dark gray shirt, and she pulled it on, over her head and sat down on her bed. She picked up the spell she had written on a piece of paper, a spell that she had made before falling asleep, drips of dried blood were scattered throughout the paper. The spell was for taking away her superhuman strength and speed, she liked it better that way, and she couldn't hurt anyone accidentally. She muttered the one simple word, bluish sparks, and green lights hit her in the head, leaving her dizzy, black crystals floating in front of her eyes. Hermione walked into the room, "Amy?"
"Yeah," Amy said.
"What exactly happened back in class?" Hermione asked.
"I can't tell you, I'm sorry," she was about to cry again, but she held it back.
Hermione could tell she was going to cry, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," she spat.
The blood tears came out; Amyhid her face from Hermione. Hermione placed her hand on Moona's shoulder. "Don't lie to me, I know something's wrong," she said, and stepped closer to the crying girl sitting on the bed.
"Do you really want to know the truth," Amyraised her voice, it echoed throughout the small, closed room.
Hermione cringed, "Yes, I do, no matter how terrible it might be, I want to know it," her eyes widened.
Amy looked up at her, her face wet with the tears of blood, her pupils turned to horrible black cat-like slits in her eyes, the emerald green turning to blood red, she opened her wide mouth and roared, "Now you know the truth," her fangs were bared, looking as if she was about to attack.
Hermione took a step back, and then another, "Do not be afraid of me, I have unbelievable control of my lust for blood, although just muttering the word increases my thirst."
Every word that Amy spoke echoed, her voice releasing the scent of blood, she reached down and scratched open her wrist with her razor sharp fingernails, which looked to be made of clear glass. "Do-does a-anyone else know about this?" Hermione took another short step back.
"Just that horrible jerk, Draco Malfoy, how did he find out you ask? I can read your mind, all vampires can, he was there when I died, I expected him to at least pay me a little respect, he should know that if I wanted to I could rip him into pieces and drink his blood down to the last drop," Amy stood up, she walked over to Hermione, she cupped her chin with one hand, and forcefully brought it close to her own, the clear nails digging into her skin, "I have not yet drunk the blood of a live human."
"So, you kill them first, eh?" Hermione suggested rudely, "And what did you plan to do with Harry tonight."
"I have never spilt the blood of a human being, never," her voice boomed, "I have only drunken the cold blood of the mortals with the unintentional deaths, or of the ones who have donated to hospitals," She took her hand away from Hermione's face.
"And Harry?" Hermione had unbelievable courageousness, to stand up to a person who could kill her with the slightest flick of a wrist if she wished to do so.
"I like Harry, that is why, as you mortals call it, I asked him out," she stated, "Like I said, I have never drunken the blood from a human while he was alive, and I do not intend to," as a vampire, Amy did not have the American accent Hermione was used to, she had a French accent, it was actually very pretty.
"You like Harry, I can tell, but you were a coward, you did not face your fears and the man you love, you will never have," she stated and laughed, with the voices of the men which the blood had come from.
Amy's eyes rolled back into her head, and when they rolled back, they were the human ones again, she opened her wide mouth once again, and Hermione watched as the teeth formed into human-like ones, Amy pushed Hermione aside and walked out the door.
Hermione stood, in disbelief, she knew that vampires existed, but did not know that Dumbledore was an idiot enough to permit one into the school, she also wondered how many years old she could possibly be, if Draco was there, and she was only in a grade lower than herself, and why would she come to the school if she had already had training as a witch, Amy could not possibly very old from the day of her death. Hermione walked out the door and went to dinner.
Amy was walking quickly down the long, narrow hallways of Hogwarts, she was caught off guard, long arms wrapping around her waist, she struggled to get away, but she found if she tried to hard, this man would break her bones with his extraordinary strength. He pulled her into a dark room, and threw her with a great force, onto a hard, uncomfortable bed. She stood up, and tried to run away, but before she could the man thrust all of his weight on top of her body, she looked at him, his face was hooded, and hidden in the shadows of the black cloak; he was extremely strong. White fang teeth came out of the shadows, and moved so fast she could hardly tell, until she felt it, the terrible pain in her neck, he was a vampire. He moved away from her neck and watched as the bite wound healed. "My, my you are already a blood drinker," he scratched her soft pale cheek with his sharp fingernail, her blood echoed in his voice, "And such a pretty one," his red lips curled into an evil grin as he went back down and sucked blood from her cheek.
She struggled underneath his weight, but this only made him push down harder, he ripped open her sheer, gray shirt, exposing more of her white skin. He sucked blood from her breast, "But what I don't understand, is why you aren't using your strength to move me," he said after drinking the blood.
He brought his mouth to hers, she tasted her own blood in the kiss, he bit down, hard on her lip, she tasted more of the coppery, delicious liquid, even if it was her own, it still tasted beautiful. His razor like nails printed lined of blood down the sides of her torso, leaving trails of torn flesh, and blood, the pain woke her senses, she smelled the blood on him, her own. The man licked the blood from the wounds before they healed, he caught one, as the skin was meshing together, and forced it back open, she roared in pain as the strength reawoke in her she ripped her arm out from under his, and scratched at his back. Amy pushed him off with all of her strength; she pushed him onto the floor, beads of blood forming from under her nails as she pushed him down, "Now who's in trouble, I have the advantage now," anger roared in her voice.
The man got up from under her, it seemed to her that he did not have to use much strength, "I will be back," he said, as he disappeared out the door.
"Fucking spell, must ware off when I am in pain, or something," she muttered to herself.
She ran back to the room. A blur, zooming through the hallways, she enjoyed the speed, and she stopped as she got to the door of the dormitories. She pushed the door open, and walked over to her bed, she picked up the red robes, and threw them on over her ripped gray shirt. 'Why must all men try to manhandle their way into pleasure,' she thought.
She exited from the same door she had entered, and quickly left the unoccupied common room to go to dinner. She zipped through the hallways, as she was not afraid of anyone seeing her since no one could. Amy entered the Great Hall at normal speed; for this is where someone would notice her if she just appeared in the middle of the room. She saw Harry, Hermione, and Ron and walked over to them. "Hello boys, Hermione," she nodded to Hermione as she said her name, and she grinned at her.
"Hello. Amy," Harry said, "I'm sorry, I am very bad with names."
"Yeah, he was calling me 'Red' for a week after he met me!" the first year student Brooke Weasley smiled.
Harry smiled. Ron took a big bite out of a turkey leg and started to speak, "So, what are you two going to do tonight?" he said, turning his attention from Parvati and Lavender to Amy and Harry.
"I don't know, don't have anything planned, I like it better that way. kind of a spur of the moment thing," Amy lied out loud, she had something planned, just not the kind of thing you say in front of other people, she smiled.
**After dinner. seven o'clock**
Harry sat on one of the overstuffed couches in the Gryffindor common room as he waited for Amy to come out of the dormitories. Everyone had gone to sleep already, Harry thought it unusual since it was only seven, but he ignored it. He heard the door to the dormitories open he turned to look. "Hello Harry!" she said happily as she walked out.
Harry was in shock, she was wearing something he surely hadn't expected. She walked slowly towards him, wearing sheer black robes bewitched to look like the midnight sky. Harry could even point out a few constellations, all thanks to astronomy class. "Uh. hi," he said uncomfortably.
She smiled, "You don't have to be uncomfortable, you know you want it," the smiled slowly faded into an evil grin.
She let the robes down a small bit, exposing some of the white skin on her smooth shoulders, and on the top of her shapely breasts. Amy leaned forward and kissed Harry's open mouth, and she smiled when she felt his arms close around her. His kissing slowly trailed down to her neck, where he stopped. She tilted her head to the side so he could reach better. She grinded her chest against his body as he kissed, he obviously didn't know that this was such a sensitive spot! "Do you want me to stop?" he asked when he saw the seemingly almost angry look on her face.
"No," she said in a desperate voice, "Don't stop. please continue."
He returned his wet lips the same spot of her neck and began kissing again, this time harder. This change made her move harder and faster, she moaned quietly while fondling his smooth back. She unbuttoned his robes part way and slid her arms into it, leaving only a gray cotton shirt in between them. Harry knew he wasn't acting like himself, and he knew it. If she wanted it as much as he did, then he should indulge in the sheer simplicity of the happiness. Amy took his head in her hands and pressed his lips against hers once again. Their lips pushed hard against eachother, as their tongues explored their mouths. Amy let herself slip and bit down on the wet flesh inside of his mouth, and licked up as much blood as she could before he separated the kiss. "Ouch, what did you do that for?" he said, and saw blood on her lips.
"it was an accident," she said while cradling his head in her hands, her bloodstained lips forming a luscious pout.
"You look so cute when you're sorry," Harry grinned.
"You look so cute all of the time," she caressed his ego.
"I am not staying in this stupid room just because, you guys think Harry is perverted enough to take advantage of a girl who clearly dosen't know what she is doing, I don't know about you guys, but I'm leaving!" Hermione said loudly.
Hermione stomped up to the door and turned the handle, and walked out of the door. Hermione heard people taking, she heard Harry's voice, she had expected this, but she still felt uneasy. How could they be so sure Harry would do such a thing? And with her-that vampire freak, but he didn't know, she was sure he wouldn't do anything with her if he knew she was a bloodsucking vampire. Wait, she was sure he wouldn't do anything with her. Period.
She walked quietly down the stairs, and peeked around the corner. Oh yuck! Hermione had seen something she didn't want to see again. until she was old enough to do it herself. It looked to her as if Harry had that vampire freak in a headlock, he was practically sucking on her neck. wait, isn't that was she was supposed to be doing. And she was almost naked, those robes not even covering her breasts, and it wouldn't be a very good cover- up even if it did cover them, because it was see-through!
Hermione was about to have a fit. That sick vampire girl, Amy, must have brainwashed him, yes, that's it! Why did Harry have to say yes to her! Eww! And what if they had already had. s-s-sex! Hermione detested that girl now, she has taken advantage of Harry, and stolen him away from her!
Amy had slept through the rest of they day's classes. Her eyes opened slowly, crusted with dried blood, she wiped it off with the back of her hand, her pillows, stained with blood, and her thin white shirt under her blood red robes was also, stained. She got up, off of the bed slowly; she threw her robes to the ground. She pulled off her shirt, leaving her in only her lacy black bra, she rummaged through her suitcase and found a simple, silky dark gray shirt, and she pulled it on, over her head and sat down on her bed. She picked up the spell she had written on a piece of paper, a spell that she had made before falling asleep, drips of dried blood were scattered throughout the paper. The spell was for taking away her superhuman strength and speed, she liked it better that way, and she couldn't hurt anyone accidentally. She muttered the one simple word, bluish sparks, and green lights hit her in the head, leaving her dizzy, black crystals floating in front of her eyes. Hermione walked into the room, "Amy?"
"Yeah," Amy said.
"What exactly happened back in class?" Hermione asked.
"I can't tell you, I'm sorry," she was about to cry again, but she held it back.
Hermione could tell she was going to cry, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," she spat.
The blood tears came out; Amyhid her face from Hermione. Hermione placed her hand on Moona's shoulder. "Don't lie to me, I know something's wrong," she said, and stepped closer to the crying girl sitting on the bed.
"Do you really want to know the truth," Amyraised her voice, it echoed throughout the small, closed room.
Hermione cringed, "Yes, I do, no matter how terrible it might be, I want to know it," her eyes widened.
Amy looked up at her, her face wet with the tears of blood, her pupils turned to horrible black cat-like slits in her eyes, the emerald green turning to blood red, she opened her wide mouth and roared, "Now you know the truth," her fangs were bared, looking as if she was about to attack.
Hermione took a step back, and then another, "Do not be afraid of me, I have unbelievable control of my lust for blood, although just muttering the word increases my thirst."
Every word that Amy spoke echoed, her voice releasing the scent of blood, she reached down and scratched open her wrist with her razor sharp fingernails, which looked to be made of clear glass. "Do-does a-anyone else know about this?" Hermione took another short step back.
"Just that horrible jerk, Draco Malfoy, how did he find out you ask? I can read your mind, all vampires can, he was there when I died, I expected him to at least pay me a little respect, he should know that if I wanted to I could rip him into pieces and drink his blood down to the last drop," Amy stood up, she walked over to Hermione, she cupped her chin with one hand, and forcefully brought it close to her own, the clear nails digging into her skin, "I have not yet drunk the blood of a live human."
"So, you kill them first, eh?" Hermione suggested rudely, "And what did you plan to do with Harry tonight."
"I have never spilt the blood of a human being, never," her voice boomed, "I have only drunken the cold blood of the mortals with the unintentional deaths, or of the ones who have donated to hospitals," She took her hand away from Hermione's face.
"And Harry?" Hermione had unbelievable courageousness, to stand up to a person who could kill her with the slightest flick of a wrist if she wished to do so.
"I like Harry, that is why, as you mortals call it, I asked him out," she stated, "Like I said, I have never drunken the blood from a human while he was alive, and I do not intend to," as a vampire, Amy did not have the American accent Hermione was used to, she had a French accent, it was actually very pretty.
"You like Harry, I can tell, but you were a coward, you did not face your fears and the man you love, you will never have," she stated and laughed, with the voices of the men which the blood had come from.
Amy's eyes rolled back into her head, and when they rolled back, they were the human ones again, she opened her wide mouth once again, and Hermione watched as the teeth formed into human-like ones, Amy pushed Hermione aside and walked out the door.
Hermione stood, in disbelief, she knew that vampires existed, but did not know that Dumbledore was an idiot enough to permit one into the school, she also wondered how many years old she could possibly be, if Draco was there, and she was only in a grade lower than herself, and why would she come to the school if she had already had training as a witch, Amy could not possibly very old from the day of her death. Hermione walked out the door and went to dinner.
Amy was walking quickly down the long, narrow hallways of Hogwarts, she was caught off guard, long arms wrapping around her waist, she struggled to get away, but she found if she tried to hard, this man would break her bones with his extraordinary strength. He pulled her into a dark room, and threw her with a great force, onto a hard, uncomfortable bed. She stood up, and tried to run away, but before she could the man thrust all of his weight on top of her body, she looked at him, his face was hooded, and hidden in the shadows of the black cloak; he was extremely strong. White fang teeth came out of the shadows, and moved so fast she could hardly tell, until she felt it, the terrible pain in her neck, he was a vampire. He moved away from her neck and watched as the bite wound healed. "My, my you are already a blood drinker," he scratched her soft pale cheek with his sharp fingernail, her blood echoed in his voice, "And such a pretty one," his red lips curled into an evil grin as he went back down and sucked blood from her cheek.
She struggled underneath his weight, but this only made him push down harder, he ripped open her sheer, gray shirt, exposing more of her white skin. He sucked blood from her breast, "But what I don't understand, is why you aren't using your strength to move me," he said after drinking the blood.
He brought his mouth to hers, she tasted her own blood in the kiss, he bit down, hard on her lip, she tasted more of the coppery, delicious liquid, even if it was her own, it still tasted beautiful. His razor like nails printed lined of blood down the sides of her torso, leaving trails of torn flesh, and blood, the pain woke her senses, she smelled the blood on him, her own. The man licked the blood from the wounds before they healed, he caught one, as the skin was meshing together, and forced it back open, she roared in pain as the strength reawoke in her she ripped her arm out from under his, and scratched at his back. Amy pushed him off with all of her strength; she pushed him onto the floor, beads of blood forming from under her nails as she pushed him down, "Now who's in trouble, I have the advantage now," anger roared in her voice.
The man got up from under her, it seemed to her that he did not have to use much strength, "I will be back," he said, as he disappeared out the door.
"Fucking spell, must ware off when I am in pain, or something," she muttered to herself.
She ran back to the room. A blur, zooming through the hallways, she enjoyed the speed, and she stopped as she got to the door of the dormitories. She pushed the door open, and walked over to her bed, she picked up the red robes, and threw them on over her ripped gray shirt. 'Why must all men try to manhandle their way into pleasure,' she thought.
She exited from the same door she had entered, and quickly left the unoccupied common room to go to dinner. She zipped through the hallways, as she was not afraid of anyone seeing her since no one could. Amy entered the Great Hall at normal speed; for this is where someone would notice her if she just appeared in the middle of the room. She saw Harry, Hermione, and Ron and walked over to them. "Hello boys, Hermione," she nodded to Hermione as she said her name, and she grinned at her.
"Hello. Amy," Harry said, "I'm sorry, I am very bad with names."
"Yeah, he was calling me 'Red' for a week after he met me!" the first year student Brooke Weasley smiled.
Harry smiled. Ron took a big bite out of a turkey leg and started to speak, "So, what are you two going to do tonight?" he said, turning his attention from Parvati and Lavender to Amy and Harry.
"I don't know, don't have anything planned, I like it better that way. kind of a spur of the moment thing," Amy lied out loud, she had something planned, just not the kind of thing you say in front of other people, she smiled.
**After dinner. seven o'clock**
Harry sat on one of the overstuffed couches in the Gryffindor common room as he waited for Amy to come out of the dormitories. Everyone had gone to sleep already, Harry thought it unusual since it was only seven, but he ignored it. He heard the door to the dormitories open he turned to look. "Hello Harry!" she said happily as she walked out.
Harry was in shock, she was wearing something he surely hadn't expected. She walked slowly towards him, wearing sheer black robes bewitched to look like the midnight sky. Harry could even point out a few constellations, all thanks to astronomy class. "Uh. hi," he said uncomfortably.
She smiled, "You don't have to be uncomfortable, you know you want it," the smiled slowly faded into an evil grin.
She let the robes down a small bit, exposing some of the white skin on her smooth shoulders, and on the top of her shapely breasts. Amy leaned forward and kissed Harry's open mouth, and she smiled when she felt his arms close around her. His kissing slowly trailed down to her neck, where he stopped. She tilted her head to the side so he could reach better. She grinded her chest against his body as he kissed, he obviously didn't know that this was such a sensitive spot! "Do you want me to stop?" he asked when he saw the seemingly almost angry look on her face.
"No," she said in a desperate voice, "Don't stop. please continue."
He returned his wet lips the same spot of her neck and began kissing again, this time harder. This change made her move harder and faster, she moaned quietly while fondling his smooth back. She unbuttoned his robes part way and slid her arms into it, leaving only a gray cotton shirt in between them. Harry knew he wasn't acting like himself, and he knew it. If she wanted it as much as he did, then he should indulge in the sheer simplicity of the happiness. Amy took his head in her hands and pressed his lips against hers once again. Their lips pushed hard against eachother, as their tongues explored their mouths. Amy let herself slip and bit down on the wet flesh inside of his mouth, and licked up as much blood as she could before he separated the kiss. "Ouch, what did you do that for?" he said, and saw blood on her lips.
"it was an accident," she said while cradling his head in her hands, her bloodstained lips forming a luscious pout.
"You look so cute when you're sorry," Harry grinned.
"You look so cute all of the time," she caressed his ego.
"I am not staying in this stupid room just because, you guys think Harry is perverted enough to take advantage of a girl who clearly dosen't know what she is doing, I don't know about you guys, but I'm leaving!" Hermione said loudly.
Hermione stomped up to the door and turned the handle, and walked out of the door. Hermione heard people taking, she heard Harry's voice, she had expected this, but she still felt uneasy. How could they be so sure Harry would do such a thing? And with her-that vampire freak, but he didn't know, she was sure he wouldn't do anything with her if he knew she was a bloodsucking vampire. Wait, she was sure he wouldn't do anything with her. Period.
She walked quietly down the stairs, and peeked around the corner. Oh yuck! Hermione had seen something she didn't want to see again. until she was old enough to do it herself. It looked to her as if Harry had that vampire freak in a headlock, he was practically sucking on her neck. wait, isn't that was she was supposed to be doing. And she was almost naked, those robes not even covering her breasts, and it wouldn't be a very good cover- up even if it did cover them, because it was see-through!
Hermione was about to have a fit. That sick vampire girl, Amy, must have brainwashed him, yes, that's it! Why did Harry have to say yes to her! Eww! And what if they had already had. s-s-sex! Hermione detested that girl now, she has taken advantage of Harry, and stolen him away from her!