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Summary: Fights with Hermione, Talks with Blaise reading about vamps
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"Can I talk to you, please," Hermione asked after the Gryffindor's first class got out. Ron sighed.
"Fine," He said breathing hard, just looking at her and it made him feel like he was going to change. She pulled him into an empty classroom and shut the door behind them.
"Ron, I really am sorry." Hermione started avoiding his eyes.
"Sorry for what? Lying to me or killing me?" Ron asked cynically. 'Stay calm.'
"Ron, you of all people should know that you can't help how you feel," Hermione muttered in a rehearsed way.
"So when did you stop feeling for me how I feel for you?" he muttered calmly.
"I still love you, it's just, I'm involved-"
"Do you love him?" Ron broke in.
"Ron, love is a complex thing, it's not something you can just recognize-" Hermione's same rehearsed voice droned. He could here her heart beating, calm thump. Thump. Thump. Ron felt his breathing speed up 'STAY CALM.'
"I recognize it every time I look at you," he stated feeling his throat close up, the last word 'you' came out as a sob.
"Ron, I didn't mean to hurt you," Hermione said sympathetically her eyes sparkling with tears she wouldn't let fall.
"Agony Hermione, you didn't just hurt me, I'm dying in agony-"
"Ron-"
"Well, how would you like it? Huh? How would you like it if someone you thought loved you went out with, with, Blaise Zabini or Pansy Parkinson?" Ron asked loudly. Energy was surging, his blood felt like it was boiling, his teeth hurt, as they grew painfully larger. "How come it had to be Malfoy?" The words came at as sobs. Hermione was gaping at him tears trickling down her cheeks.
"How did you know?" She asked in a small innocent sounding voice.
"I followed you damnit! I couldn't take it, not knowing who was so much better then me!" Hermione shook her head,
"No Ron! Don't say that! No one is better then you! It's just... He wants to change, I'm helping him, he's good now," Hermione encircled her arms around him. Talking into his chest. Her heart beating loudly against his chest.
"He's not like-" Thump. Thump. "He uses to be-" Thump. Thump. "He really-" Thump. "Genuinely-" Thump. "Wants-" thump. "To bec-" Thump. "-ome a," Thump. "Better-" Thump "Person-"
'Blood, need, blood, need power, need to kill... NO!" Ron threw her away from him, hearing her head connect with a desk with a loud clash, blood seeped from the spot and found himself falling to the ground sucking up the blood as Hermione lay there unconscious. His eyes ran over Hermione as he wiped his mouth, blood had trickled down his chin, hunger flooded into him, she was unconscious, he could bite her now, drink form her and then turn her into a vampire like him he could- slowly he felt his teeth shrink back to normal size energy stop coursing, power diminish. He stared down at her in a daze.
"What have I done?" He asked to no one in particular. 'Did I- Did I do that? How could I have... To Hermione...?"
He ran. Pushing people out of his way, yelling at all the students just trying to get to class, blood, the flavor was still in his mouth. He spit trying to rid himself of it. Hermione's own blood in his mouth, staining his hands. He ran.
'What if they found out?'
He was in the forest for hours forgetting classes, feeling guilty, and sick, and stronger then ever. He lay on the ground trying to shut the thought out of his head.
'How could I have done that?' He asked himself mentally. Tears were seeping out of his eyes and falling onto his cheeks. Why couldn't she love him like he loved her? Why?
He panted trying desperately to make it go away, the power, he needed to be weak, to be regular again. But he couldn't force it. His teeth had shrunk back to regular size, hair was bright, red, skin was tan, but he felt too much power.
He lay like that for some time before it occurred to him that he was missing classes, and that people may be looking for him.
"Ron? God where'd you go? Hermione was attacked!" Harry said as Ron walked through the front entrance.
"She has?" Ron asked trying to sound interested. Harry nodded concernedly. "I went to visit her, but she had a concussion and wasn't awake."
'Damn it.'
"I think I may go up to see her," I muttered, more to get away from the corridor, it was filled with so many, there heartbeats echoed in Ron's ears.
"Ok. But Ron, where were y-?" The question was lost in the noise and Ron was gone form sight. He avoided the heavily used corridors sticking to the ones on the outer edges of the castle.
No more heartbeats. He could breath again without the fear of lunging at someone and trying to gore them. He was alone, and content with it. He wandered mindlessly realizing that he had missed most of his classes, and lunch. It didn't matter though, after all, he was a vampire now, and it seemed vampires were only hungry for one thing... Blood. Death.
"Ran away, did you?" A voice asked behind him, before he was aware someone was there. He whirled around. Blaise Zabini.
"How come I didn't hear you?" He asked.
"If you had read that book, like you were supposed to, you'd know that vampires don't have heartbeats. We are creatures of the dead, we don't NEED heartbeats." She said head bowed.
"Oh," Ron mumbled.
"So, you haven't read anything on your new... Development yet?" She asked snaking a hand around in her auburn hair. Ron shook his head.
"Not yet,"
"So then, you don't know what makes you, 'change'?" Ron shook his head again feeling dim.
"Oh."
"You could tell me," Ron coaxed. She looked up at him and shook her head.
"I don't think I could," She said looking off to the side of his face, and not directly in his eyes. "I think the thought would do it to me. I can control anger, but... well, some of the other things, I can't."
"Oh, well, maybe I'll go get it from the library then," Ron said trying to get away from the awkward silence.
"Where were you going before I came?" Blaise asked glancing up at him momentarily before tearing her eyes away and to the ground.
"Um, to see my friend, Hermione, she's in the hospital," Ron said feeling guilty.
"I heard about that," Blaise mumbled, "Why'd you attack her?" Ron narrowed his eyes at her.
"How'd you-?"
"Some one saw you go into that room with her, and I doubt anyone else could throw her against that desk hard enough to knock her out," she explained.
"I didn't mean to, it's just... She makes me crazy. And I can't help it, I just keep running back, hoping things will change and she just keeps..." Ron trailed off his voice shaking; he bit his lower lip staring at the wall.
"Is she muggle born?" Blaise asked.
"So what if she is?" Ron said loudly feeling defensive.
"I didn't mean it like that, it's just, Draco Malfoy, well, he's been bragging about 'messing' with a gryffindor mud- muggle born," Blaise explained. Ron's jaw tightened, he knew he was going to start changing if he didn't make it stop now.
"Damn it." He groaned.
"Just breath, think of something pleasant," Blaise said nervously. Ron sucked in gasps of air squeezing his eyes shut and thinking of the day he found out he made it on the quidditch team, and then Christmas, and summers with his friends at the burrow. "See, you can control it," Blaise said approvingly.
"Thanks," Ron's voice was low and soft. "I think I'll go get that book now."
"Then I'll see you tonight," Blaise said nodding and turning to go in the opposite direction from Ron. He walked a little way down the hall before glancing back; Blaise was still standing there watching him, eyes red. She turned quickly when he saw her and started running.
Madame Pince stared skeptically at Ron as he handed her the note.
"Hurry up then," She barked as she un did the chains closing off the restricted section.
"Freaking hag," Ron muttered under his breath as he grabbed a copy off the shelf. She watched him as if he were going to turn around and gore her to death.
'And if I did, she couldn't stop me,' He thought, grinning. He shook his head. He had to maintain control, save rage for other matters, 'Like Malfoy,' a voice in the back of his head hissed.
The book was a heavy one, he opened it nervously once up in his dormitory.
"Part one, introductory," Ron read softly to himself. He scanned the page, it was small print. Bland and boring looking, he flipped through until he got to the "Vampire and Vampiress section" He scanned down the page.
'Half-breeds, (When the blood is exchanged before the victim is dead, therefore making a vampire with human tendencies) changing is triggered differently then a regular vamp's changing. A regular vamp is able to choose and control when they change, whereas a Half breed's changing is triggered by feelings, generally ones of Anger, intense excitement, and, most strongly, when the vamp feels strongly attracted sexually to another.'
Ron gaped at the page. Did that mean...? When Blaise's eyes flashed red like that, was that because she was....?
'The symptoms generally associated with changing are as follows: Teeth enlargement, Super natural strength, Red eyes, and sometimes: Skin paling, and hair darkening.
Vamps also can be known to feel great power which can lead to great violence if not controlled.'
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First Corinne, thanks for correcting me on the centaur thing. You're right about Ron not being there with Harry in the woods.
Thanks everyone else who reviewed also, I'm trying to add chapters as soon as I can! Hope you like this one.
More to come!
Summary: Fights with Hermione, Talks with Blaise reading about vamps
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Agony
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"Can I talk to you, please," Hermione asked after the Gryffindor's first class got out. Ron sighed.
"Fine," He said breathing hard, just looking at her and it made him feel like he was going to change. She pulled him into an empty classroom and shut the door behind them.
"Ron, I really am sorry." Hermione started avoiding his eyes.
"Sorry for what? Lying to me or killing me?" Ron asked cynically. 'Stay calm.'
"Ron, you of all people should know that you can't help how you feel," Hermione muttered in a rehearsed way.
"So when did you stop feeling for me how I feel for you?" he muttered calmly.
"I still love you, it's just, I'm involved-"
"Do you love him?" Ron broke in.
"Ron, love is a complex thing, it's not something you can just recognize-" Hermione's same rehearsed voice droned. He could here her heart beating, calm thump. Thump. Thump. Ron felt his breathing speed up 'STAY CALM.'
"I recognize it every time I look at you," he stated feeling his throat close up, the last word 'you' came out as a sob.
"Ron, I didn't mean to hurt you," Hermione said sympathetically her eyes sparkling with tears she wouldn't let fall.
"Agony Hermione, you didn't just hurt me, I'm dying in agony-"
"Ron-"
"Well, how would you like it? Huh? How would you like it if someone you thought loved you went out with, with, Blaise Zabini or Pansy Parkinson?" Ron asked loudly. Energy was surging, his blood felt like it was boiling, his teeth hurt, as they grew painfully larger. "How come it had to be Malfoy?" The words came at as sobs. Hermione was gaping at him tears trickling down her cheeks.
"How did you know?" She asked in a small innocent sounding voice.
"I followed you damnit! I couldn't take it, not knowing who was so much better then me!" Hermione shook her head,
"No Ron! Don't say that! No one is better then you! It's just... He wants to change, I'm helping him, he's good now," Hermione encircled her arms around him. Talking into his chest. Her heart beating loudly against his chest.
"He's not like-" Thump. Thump. "He uses to be-" Thump. Thump. "He really-" Thump. "Genuinely-" Thump. "Wants-" thump. "To bec-" Thump. "-ome a," Thump. "Better-" Thump "Person-"
'Blood, need, blood, need power, need to kill... NO!" Ron threw her away from him, hearing her head connect with a desk with a loud clash, blood seeped from the spot and found himself falling to the ground sucking up the blood as Hermione lay there unconscious. His eyes ran over Hermione as he wiped his mouth, blood had trickled down his chin, hunger flooded into him, she was unconscious, he could bite her now, drink form her and then turn her into a vampire like him he could- slowly he felt his teeth shrink back to normal size energy stop coursing, power diminish. He stared down at her in a daze.
"What have I done?" He asked to no one in particular. 'Did I- Did I do that? How could I have... To Hermione...?"
He ran. Pushing people out of his way, yelling at all the students just trying to get to class, blood, the flavor was still in his mouth. He spit trying to rid himself of it. Hermione's own blood in his mouth, staining his hands. He ran.
'What if they found out?'
He was in the forest for hours forgetting classes, feeling guilty, and sick, and stronger then ever. He lay on the ground trying to shut the thought out of his head.
'How could I have done that?' He asked himself mentally. Tears were seeping out of his eyes and falling onto his cheeks. Why couldn't she love him like he loved her? Why?
He panted trying desperately to make it go away, the power, he needed to be weak, to be regular again. But he couldn't force it. His teeth had shrunk back to regular size, hair was bright, red, skin was tan, but he felt too much power.
He lay like that for some time before it occurred to him that he was missing classes, and that people may be looking for him.
"Ron? God where'd you go? Hermione was attacked!" Harry said as Ron walked through the front entrance.
"She has?" Ron asked trying to sound interested. Harry nodded concernedly. "I went to visit her, but she had a concussion and wasn't awake."
'Damn it.'
"I think I may go up to see her," I muttered, more to get away from the corridor, it was filled with so many, there heartbeats echoed in Ron's ears.
"Ok. But Ron, where were y-?" The question was lost in the noise and Ron was gone form sight. He avoided the heavily used corridors sticking to the ones on the outer edges of the castle.
No more heartbeats. He could breath again without the fear of lunging at someone and trying to gore them. He was alone, and content with it. He wandered mindlessly realizing that he had missed most of his classes, and lunch. It didn't matter though, after all, he was a vampire now, and it seemed vampires were only hungry for one thing... Blood. Death.
"Ran away, did you?" A voice asked behind him, before he was aware someone was there. He whirled around. Blaise Zabini.
"How come I didn't hear you?" He asked.
"If you had read that book, like you were supposed to, you'd know that vampires don't have heartbeats. We are creatures of the dead, we don't NEED heartbeats." She said head bowed.
"Oh," Ron mumbled.
"So, you haven't read anything on your new... Development yet?" She asked snaking a hand around in her auburn hair. Ron shook his head.
"Not yet,"
"So then, you don't know what makes you, 'change'?" Ron shook his head again feeling dim.
"Oh."
"You could tell me," Ron coaxed. She looked up at him and shook her head.
"I don't think I could," She said looking off to the side of his face, and not directly in his eyes. "I think the thought would do it to me. I can control anger, but... well, some of the other things, I can't."
"Oh, well, maybe I'll go get it from the library then," Ron said trying to get away from the awkward silence.
"Where were you going before I came?" Blaise asked glancing up at him momentarily before tearing her eyes away and to the ground.
"Um, to see my friend, Hermione, she's in the hospital," Ron said feeling guilty.
"I heard about that," Blaise mumbled, "Why'd you attack her?" Ron narrowed his eyes at her.
"How'd you-?"
"Some one saw you go into that room with her, and I doubt anyone else could throw her against that desk hard enough to knock her out," she explained.
"I didn't mean to, it's just... She makes me crazy. And I can't help it, I just keep running back, hoping things will change and she just keeps..." Ron trailed off his voice shaking; he bit his lower lip staring at the wall.
"Is she muggle born?" Blaise asked.
"So what if she is?" Ron said loudly feeling defensive.
"I didn't mean it like that, it's just, Draco Malfoy, well, he's been bragging about 'messing' with a gryffindor mud- muggle born," Blaise explained. Ron's jaw tightened, he knew he was going to start changing if he didn't make it stop now.
"Damn it." He groaned.
"Just breath, think of something pleasant," Blaise said nervously. Ron sucked in gasps of air squeezing his eyes shut and thinking of the day he found out he made it on the quidditch team, and then Christmas, and summers with his friends at the burrow. "See, you can control it," Blaise said approvingly.
"Thanks," Ron's voice was low and soft. "I think I'll go get that book now."
"Then I'll see you tonight," Blaise said nodding and turning to go in the opposite direction from Ron. He walked a little way down the hall before glancing back; Blaise was still standing there watching him, eyes red. She turned quickly when he saw her and started running.
Madame Pince stared skeptically at Ron as he handed her the note.
"Hurry up then," She barked as she un did the chains closing off the restricted section.
"Freaking hag," Ron muttered under his breath as he grabbed a copy off the shelf. She watched him as if he were going to turn around and gore her to death.
'And if I did, she couldn't stop me,' He thought, grinning. He shook his head. He had to maintain control, save rage for other matters, 'Like Malfoy,' a voice in the back of his head hissed.
The book was a heavy one, he opened it nervously once up in his dormitory.
"Part one, introductory," Ron read softly to himself. He scanned the page, it was small print. Bland and boring looking, he flipped through until he got to the "Vampire and Vampiress section" He scanned down the page.
'Half-breeds, (When the blood is exchanged before the victim is dead, therefore making a vampire with human tendencies) changing is triggered differently then a regular vamp's changing. A regular vamp is able to choose and control when they change, whereas a Half breed's changing is triggered by feelings, generally ones of Anger, intense excitement, and, most strongly, when the vamp feels strongly attracted sexually to another.'
Ron gaped at the page. Did that mean...? When Blaise's eyes flashed red like that, was that because she was....?
'The symptoms generally associated with changing are as follows: Teeth enlargement, Super natural strength, Red eyes, and sometimes: Skin paling, and hair darkening.
Vamps also can be known to feel great power which can lead to great violence if not controlled.'
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First Corinne, thanks for correcting me on the centaur thing. You're right about Ron not being there with Harry in the woods.
Thanks everyone else who reviewed also, I'm trying to add chapters as soon as I can! Hope you like this one.
More to come!
