::smiles sweetly, not wanting to go into author's notes at this moment::
~*~*~*~
"I don't know, Hermione, but for some reason, I think the teachers have gotten nicer or something...except Snape...maybe he stole their meanness...that's got to be it," said Ron, mostly muttering to himself. Harry and Hermione just shared a look and rolled their eyes, knowing all too well their friend's hatred for the sinister, greasy potions master.
~*~*~*~
"I heard that the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher is a real live vampire!" said one third year to his companions. Several small gasps were heard from their small lips.
"Nonsense!" said a voice from behind them. "The Professor is obviously not a vampire! There are tell-tale signs and it is obvious that he exhibits none of these!" This calmed the third years who had looked just about read to cry. She just smiled down at them and turned away to leave them to their simple thoughts.
"Why did you tell them that?" a silky smooth voice said from behind her.
"It would not do to have parents pull their children out of school just because of a man with sharp, pointy teeth," she told him callously. He laughed at her then, his teeth seeming to be perfectly normal.
"You seem unafraid. Why is this?" he asked her.
"I know what you are, and I know that you can't harm me. It is no problem of mine, so therefore, I am unafraid," she said, smiling at him sweetly.
"And how do you know I can't harm you?" he asked, his mannerisms staying the same. Hermione, though, could feel the slight brush on her skin signifying that he was using the power gained by changing.
"Because this does nothing to me. Do you really think you can control me? For all you know I could be your kin," she said, her eyes flashing dangerously at him. "Do not try your mind tricks on me--they do not work." She turned her back on him, walking gracefully down the hallway, her tail swinging gracefully behind her, her head held high.
~*~*~*~
The hunger pains hit her suddenly and swiftly, making her fall to her knees in an abandoned hallway. True, she hadn't taken blood in quite some time, but she had counted on another week, at the least. Apparently, when one got a cut, their blood supply did not replenish itself as quickly as a mortal. All she could think about, though was the pain that was blinding her and making her incapable of crawling through the halls to find someone willing to donate to her...cause.
~*~*~*~
"Where is Miss Granger?" snapped the irritated voice of Professor Snape. This potions class happened to be one of the lesser important ones that he would teach all year and the only person missing from it was that last person he would think of--Hermione Granger.
"I do believe, Professor, that she is skipping this class," said the voice of Draco Malfoy from his seat in the back of the class. There was a hint of smugness in his voice at the thought of getting the girl he loved to hate in trouble.
"It does appear as such, Mr. Malfoy. For skipping my class, I'm taking 50 points from Gryffindor and giving her a detention. If anyone bothers telling her about it there will be 100 more points taken from his or her house, and they will be joining Ms. Granger in her detention," said Snape maliciously, his eyes flashing dangerously, telling them that he meant what he was saying. The blonde haired boy just smirked and sat up even taller in his seat near the back of the class room. Snape continued to be unfair and just plain mean until the end of class as he constantly took points off his least favorite house. When he let them out, most of the Gryffindores fled the scene to try and earn house points back.
~*~*~*~
He stumbled upon her small frame in an empty corridor that he had seen sparingly. It appeared when it fancied, he guessed, and he could see no method to the madness buried deep within this hallway. Although, her shaking shoulders were also hard to ignore, and it seemed as if she battled constantly with herself over control of something.
"Granger?" he asked quietly, unsure of even himself and not knowing why he was saying it even slightly kindly. If possible, she seemed to shrink into herself even more, away from the threat he apparently posed.
"G-go away," she choked through apparent tears.
"No," he told her simply, walking closer to her. She stiffened at his approach, appearing to hear his footfalls.
"Please?" she asked him, and he noticed the tone in her voice. It was almost begging. This stalled him, but not for long, as he continued forward, telling himself he was only going to bug her and that he was inot/i worried about the Muggleborn witch in front of him.
"No, I don't believe I will, Granger. Please tell me why you are bawling your eyes out. Did your boyfriends finally realize that there were much better fish in the sea?" he asked snidely, making sure to try and hit a nerve.
She seemed to give up battling with herself as she said softly, "Come here." He carefully obeyed, wondering why he felt compelled to follow her suddenly musical voice. He knew, in fact, that he should have jerked away when he saw her face. He knew he should have been horrified at the bloody stains on her pale cheeks, but he wasn't and it didn't scare him until he felt her teeth on his throat. Then he fought for his well being, knowing full-well that it would hurt if she got her murderous fangs in him.
i"Relax,"/i came the silent command in his mind. He fought the compelling command as well as he knew how, frightened as he had been so many times before. She, being so much stronger than himself, as she was what she was, easily latched onto his throat but it didn't hurt him. His brain automatically spiraled down an unknown path torn between feeling pleasure and pain, but actually loving each minute of it. It brought a certain euphoria that he had found nowhere other than in this moment. He was terrified, though, because he had thought he had known what she was, but she was not like the vampires that had haunted his dreams since the first time his father had let him be bitten. He felt the fangs leave his neck and he felt her tongue slowly cover the puncture marks over, but he stayed as he was, crouched down with his eyes closed in front of whatever she was.
She, on the other hand, had been tormented as she drank. She hated what came with the life-giving fluid--memories. She had received memories of his childhood up to the present day and the shocked her to no end. Mostly the fact that her father's race could be bought to inflict pain upon the person bitten. She had thought it impossible, actually, as vampires had not been know to ever be on either side, and were not bought easily. The promise of a good meal, though, was tempting to most species--whether they were out for blood or not.
"I can help you," she told him without opening her eyes, the newly gotten blood rushing through her veins and singing through her body.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean I can keep them away from you. Keep them from biting you. Keep it from hurting. I can't save you from your father but I can save you from those whose blood sings in my veins, laughing at me and tormenting me," she explained quietly. He stared at her, unsure of what to say.
"I'm unsure of what you are saying. First of all, how did you come to aquire what you know? None present in this school know it, well, now, other than you."
"It's a curse, but you must tell me--do you want my protection or not?" she demanded quietly, not letting her voice rise.
"As much as I hate to admit it, I would love your help to keep my father's vampires from ripping out my throat each time I do something my father finds wrong," he told her, giving in and admitting to defeat.
"Good, then I can."
~*~*~*~
So, did you like it? I worked really hard on this chapter...even if I hadn't meant for this to come for several more chapters, and I'm sorry if its moving to fast for you. If the little italics things don't work, bear with me, ok? I have to put them in so if they work, goody for them! If they don't, goody for them! It does tell you what should be italicized and what shouldn't, doesn't it?
Yes, forgive me, but being bitten by a vampire is an 'orgasmic experience.' Don't be angry with me for stating this--its the truth. I have done 'research' (also know as I love my sexy vampires, so leave them the Hell out of this!) on this, actually, and if you would like to contradict me on this, then go watch the movie Blade and shove a stick up your ass, aighties? ::grins:: Sorry, again, for such foul language! Really, I am!
Dimitri: Yeah...but, you know...I have it under good authority that it didn't take you as long as you're saying to type this up as you're letting on
Saturn: Shut up, you idiot! Well, anyway, I'm proud of myself because instead of going to Japanese 2 like a good girl, I'm moving up to Japanese 3! You gotta love sensei. And how the heck do you spell this 'aquire' word? Is that it? I dunno...
Disclaimer: i Dear Santa,
I would like a pony, some candy, a jigsaw puzzle, all of the Anita Blake vampire novels, and, if you don't mind, could you throw in ownership of Harry Potter, too? Please? /i
Well, hugs and cookies for all that review! And, since only one person even tried to guess, plus she got it right O.o, she gets an honorary role in this...um...I'm not sure when or where, but if you could kindly leave what you'd like me to call you when I insert you in this in an e-mail or review, then It'd be great.
E-mail insanemadcow@yahoo.com for a mailing list for this story...I know, it's crazy with my seven reviews and all, but you gotta love me for it! ::blows kisses::
Van-puppy: ::parks:: Park! Park!
Evanescence
"Imaginary" Swallowed up in the sound of my screaming Cannot cease for the fear Of silent nights Oh how I long for the deep sleep dreaming The goddess of imaginary light [CHORUS:] In my field of paper flowers And candy clouds of lullaby I lie inside myself for hours And watch my purple sky fly over me I linger in the doorway Of alarm clock screaming monsters Calling my name Let me stay Where the wind will whisper to me Where the raindrops as they're falling tell a story [Chorus] If you need to leave the world you live in Lay your head down and stay a while Though you may not remember dreaming Something waits for you to breathe again [Chorus]
::grins:: This is a not-very-heard-of-group that is awesome! If you've seen previews for 'Daredevil' they sing that song and it's called 'Bring me to Life' which is totally cool! Ok, well, my seven pages of text are finished! Now, time for thank you's and goodbyes!
Sidny- I'm very sorry it confuses you! It might clear itself up if you keep at it, but, other than that, I can make no guarantees!
Celestial Princess- You are correct! Hermione is part vampire...all though some people would beg to differ that vampires can't have children. I don't believe them somehow.
byebye- ::grins:: I love writing them, even though Lesley would probably kill me if she knew I was using her...uh...inventions, I guess you could call them, for my own little 'plays' I guess you could call them! Not a very active one today, though!
CCSfreak- I'm glad you liked the title before I changed it! In case anyone was wondering, that meant 'I love you, stupit/idiot' just in case you'd like to know ^_^
Jesse- Um...I dunno but I think its about Hermione being half vampire! And thanks!
~*~*~*~
"I don't know, Hermione, but for some reason, I think the teachers have gotten nicer or something...except Snape...maybe he stole their meanness...that's got to be it," said Ron, mostly muttering to himself. Harry and Hermione just shared a look and rolled their eyes, knowing all too well their friend's hatred for the sinister, greasy potions master.
~*~*~*~
"I heard that the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher is a real live vampire!" said one third year to his companions. Several small gasps were heard from their small lips.
"Nonsense!" said a voice from behind them. "The Professor is obviously not a vampire! There are tell-tale signs and it is obvious that he exhibits none of these!" This calmed the third years who had looked just about read to cry. She just smiled down at them and turned away to leave them to their simple thoughts.
"Why did you tell them that?" a silky smooth voice said from behind her.
"It would not do to have parents pull their children out of school just because of a man with sharp, pointy teeth," she told him callously. He laughed at her then, his teeth seeming to be perfectly normal.
"You seem unafraid. Why is this?" he asked her.
"I know what you are, and I know that you can't harm me. It is no problem of mine, so therefore, I am unafraid," she said, smiling at him sweetly.
"And how do you know I can't harm you?" he asked, his mannerisms staying the same. Hermione, though, could feel the slight brush on her skin signifying that he was using the power gained by changing.
"Because this does nothing to me. Do you really think you can control me? For all you know I could be your kin," she said, her eyes flashing dangerously at him. "Do not try your mind tricks on me--they do not work." She turned her back on him, walking gracefully down the hallway, her tail swinging gracefully behind her, her head held high.
~*~*~*~
The hunger pains hit her suddenly and swiftly, making her fall to her knees in an abandoned hallway. True, she hadn't taken blood in quite some time, but she had counted on another week, at the least. Apparently, when one got a cut, their blood supply did not replenish itself as quickly as a mortal. All she could think about, though was the pain that was blinding her and making her incapable of crawling through the halls to find someone willing to donate to her...cause.
~*~*~*~
"Where is Miss Granger?" snapped the irritated voice of Professor Snape. This potions class happened to be one of the lesser important ones that he would teach all year and the only person missing from it was that last person he would think of--Hermione Granger.
"I do believe, Professor, that she is skipping this class," said the voice of Draco Malfoy from his seat in the back of the class. There was a hint of smugness in his voice at the thought of getting the girl he loved to hate in trouble.
"It does appear as such, Mr. Malfoy. For skipping my class, I'm taking 50 points from Gryffindor and giving her a detention. If anyone bothers telling her about it there will be 100 more points taken from his or her house, and they will be joining Ms. Granger in her detention," said Snape maliciously, his eyes flashing dangerously, telling them that he meant what he was saying. The blonde haired boy just smirked and sat up even taller in his seat near the back of the class room. Snape continued to be unfair and just plain mean until the end of class as he constantly took points off his least favorite house. When he let them out, most of the Gryffindores fled the scene to try and earn house points back.
~*~*~*~
He stumbled upon her small frame in an empty corridor that he had seen sparingly. It appeared when it fancied, he guessed, and he could see no method to the madness buried deep within this hallway. Although, her shaking shoulders were also hard to ignore, and it seemed as if she battled constantly with herself over control of something.
"Granger?" he asked quietly, unsure of even himself and not knowing why he was saying it even slightly kindly. If possible, she seemed to shrink into herself even more, away from the threat he apparently posed.
"G-go away," she choked through apparent tears.
"No," he told her simply, walking closer to her. She stiffened at his approach, appearing to hear his footfalls.
"Please?" she asked him, and he noticed the tone in her voice. It was almost begging. This stalled him, but not for long, as he continued forward, telling himself he was only going to bug her and that he was inot/i worried about the Muggleborn witch in front of him.
"No, I don't believe I will, Granger. Please tell me why you are bawling your eyes out. Did your boyfriends finally realize that there were much better fish in the sea?" he asked snidely, making sure to try and hit a nerve.
She seemed to give up battling with herself as she said softly, "Come here." He carefully obeyed, wondering why he felt compelled to follow her suddenly musical voice. He knew, in fact, that he should have jerked away when he saw her face. He knew he should have been horrified at the bloody stains on her pale cheeks, but he wasn't and it didn't scare him until he felt her teeth on his throat. Then he fought for his well being, knowing full-well that it would hurt if she got her murderous fangs in him.
i"Relax,"/i came the silent command in his mind. He fought the compelling command as well as he knew how, frightened as he had been so many times before. She, being so much stronger than himself, as she was what she was, easily latched onto his throat but it didn't hurt him. His brain automatically spiraled down an unknown path torn between feeling pleasure and pain, but actually loving each minute of it. It brought a certain euphoria that he had found nowhere other than in this moment. He was terrified, though, because he had thought he had known what she was, but she was not like the vampires that had haunted his dreams since the first time his father had let him be bitten. He felt the fangs leave his neck and he felt her tongue slowly cover the puncture marks over, but he stayed as he was, crouched down with his eyes closed in front of whatever she was.
She, on the other hand, had been tormented as she drank. She hated what came with the life-giving fluid--memories. She had received memories of his childhood up to the present day and the shocked her to no end. Mostly the fact that her father's race could be bought to inflict pain upon the person bitten. She had thought it impossible, actually, as vampires had not been know to ever be on either side, and were not bought easily. The promise of a good meal, though, was tempting to most species--whether they were out for blood or not.
"I can help you," she told him without opening her eyes, the newly gotten blood rushing through her veins and singing through her body.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean I can keep them away from you. Keep them from biting you. Keep it from hurting. I can't save you from your father but I can save you from those whose blood sings in my veins, laughing at me and tormenting me," she explained quietly. He stared at her, unsure of what to say.
"I'm unsure of what you are saying. First of all, how did you come to aquire what you know? None present in this school know it, well, now, other than you."
"It's a curse, but you must tell me--do you want my protection or not?" she demanded quietly, not letting her voice rise.
"As much as I hate to admit it, I would love your help to keep my father's vampires from ripping out my throat each time I do something my father finds wrong," he told her, giving in and admitting to defeat.
"Good, then I can."
~*~*~*~
So, did you like it? I worked really hard on this chapter...even if I hadn't meant for this to come for several more chapters, and I'm sorry if its moving to fast for you. If the little italics things don't work, bear with me, ok? I have to put them in so if they work, goody for them! If they don't, goody for them! It does tell you what should be italicized and what shouldn't, doesn't it?
Yes, forgive me, but being bitten by a vampire is an 'orgasmic experience.' Don't be angry with me for stating this--its the truth. I have done 'research' (also know as I love my sexy vampires, so leave them the Hell out of this!) on this, actually, and if you would like to contradict me on this, then go watch the movie Blade and shove a stick up your ass, aighties? ::grins:: Sorry, again, for such foul language! Really, I am!
Dimitri: Yeah...but, you know...I have it under good authority that it didn't take you as long as you're saying to type this up as you're letting on
Saturn: Shut up, you idiot! Well, anyway, I'm proud of myself because instead of going to Japanese 2 like a good girl, I'm moving up to Japanese 3! You gotta love sensei. And how the heck do you spell this 'aquire' word? Is that it? I dunno...
Disclaimer: i Dear Santa,
I would like a pony, some candy, a jigsaw puzzle, all of the Anita Blake vampire novels, and, if you don't mind, could you throw in ownership of Harry Potter, too? Please? /i
Well, hugs and cookies for all that review! And, since only one person even tried to guess, plus she got it right O.o, she gets an honorary role in this...um...I'm not sure when or where, but if you could kindly leave what you'd like me to call you when I insert you in this in an e-mail or review, then It'd be great.
E-mail insanemadcow@yahoo.com for a mailing list for this story...I know, it's crazy with my seven reviews and all, but you gotta love me for it! ::blows kisses::
Van-puppy: ::parks:: Park! Park!
Evanescence
"Imaginary" Swallowed up in the sound of my screaming Cannot cease for the fear Of silent nights Oh how I long for the deep sleep dreaming The goddess of imaginary light [CHORUS:] In my field of paper flowers And candy clouds of lullaby I lie inside myself for hours And watch my purple sky fly over me I linger in the doorway Of alarm clock screaming monsters Calling my name Let me stay Where the wind will whisper to me Where the raindrops as they're falling tell a story [Chorus] If you need to leave the world you live in Lay your head down and stay a while Though you may not remember dreaming Something waits for you to breathe again [Chorus]
::grins:: This is a not-very-heard-of-group that is awesome! If you've seen previews for 'Daredevil' they sing that song and it's called 'Bring me to Life' which is totally cool! Ok, well, my seven pages of text are finished! Now, time for thank you's and goodbyes!
Sidny- I'm very sorry it confuses you! It might clear itself up if you keep at it, but, other than that, I can make no guarantees!
Celestial Princess- You are correct! Hermione is part vampire...all though some people would beg to differ that vampires can't have children. I don't believe them somehow.
byebye- ::grins:: I love writing them, even though Lesley would probably kill me if she knew I was using her...uh...inventions, I guess you could call them, for my own little 'plays' I guess you could call them! Not a very active one today, though!
CCSfreak- I'm glad you liked the title before I changed it! In case anyone was wondering, that meant 'I love you, stupit/idiot' just in case you'd like to know ^_^
Jesse- Um...I dunno but I think its about Hermione being half vampire! And thanks!