Hidden Agenda

Beefywpac :: Ok ok, calm down! I'm posting I'm posting!!

Lover of the Dragon :: I'm glad you're still reading, it makes this seem slightly worthwhile

Blithely-Imagine :: You're going to LOVE this chapter (once again, refer to your last review MUAHAHAHAHA) Yeah, Draco did see Harry for the first time in Madam Malkins, but if u go back and read the "encounter" you'll see that Draco says, "SO what's your surname." That's how I knew he didn't know him! And remember, Ron and the other Weasley's didn't recognize him either. None of these people have ever seen Harry, only heard/read about him. So they don't know what he looks like! (and that means I can use this to my advantage  * repeat evil laugh *)

Chapter Four :: Biding Hunger

My fourteenth birthday was last month. Nine years of being afraid of myself. I have no way of escaping what I am.

I am hungry.

Before Hogwarts I needed to feed once a day, every day, every week, every month. Usually it was owls and rats… But lately things have been different. I've had to feed more, sometime three times a day. I'm finding it hard to control myself while I'm around people. I lick my lips. I can feel my teeth elongating, sharpening.

Slowly, I reach a peak and I am entirely a vampire.

I force myself to concentrate on something. Anything. But it's so hard. The need subsides, but not for long. I curse myself for being what I am, all the while concentrating. I cannot slip up. Can't afford a mistake.

Forever watching. Waiting.

There is one person who I find myself drawn to. Irresistible.  I follow her with my eyes. My tongue inadvertently runs across my fangs, testing their sharpness. I shake my head, but cannot rid myself of the urge that presses me forward. I come close, so many times. Instead, I speak. Insult. I have no other choice.

I say what I mean.

I mean what I say.

But still, I am drawn to her. I smile, in anticipation. Force myself to look the other way. So many times… so very close… I can't help mentioning her name, yet when I do, once again, my tongue stirs, pressing against the tips of my fangs. I hate it. I hate her.

But I can't resist.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Borgin and Burkes – August 1998 ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

"It's not my fault," Draco retorted at his stepfather. "The teachers all have favourites, that Hermione Granger -- "

"I would have though you'd be ashamed that a girl of no wizard family beat you in every exam," He snapped.

You idiot! Stop it. Don't think about her. Concentrate.  Draco was so angry he couldn't speak. He hung his head, ashamed at himself for letting her name slip. He walked away, examining the objects in the dark shop in an effort to get his mind onto something else.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Hogwarts - Quidditch Pitch – September 1998 ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

She's here. Draco pressed his lips together, hard, but a smirk still spread over his pale face. He narrowed his eyes in an effort to block her out. He failed miserably.

"At least no one on the Griffindor team had to buy their way in," Hermione said sharply. "They got in on pure talent."

Draco forced himself to stay still, rather than jump forwards and sink his teeth into her neck. Control.

"No one asked you opinion, you filthy little mudblood," he spat back at her.

The uproar that followed was delightfully sufficient in keeping him away from her. But still, his fangs refused to retract. Draco wanted desperately to reach up and push them back into place, but kept his mouth firmly shut. Attention to others, never yourself.

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Time goes by.

The urge presses ever harder. At fourteen I am finding it almost impossible to talk about her, let alone see her. Hiding is becoming harder. Control is constant. I cannot let slip.

Cannot let go.

Cannot give in.