"Bite me."
"I'd love to."
Sliding awkwardly back with a high-heeled foot, Hermione mentally smacked herself, eyes snapping with fire. ~ You /never/ say that to a vampire, you doofus ~ The wraith was moving towards her again, all pale skin and red malevolent eyes. Fingers tightening painfully around her wand, she levelled it at the vampire's chest, hand shaking just slightly.
He bared his fangs at her in a vampiric grin, bright beads of blood gleaming in the lambent moonlight as he drew up less than a foot away from her, leaning in towards her neck and ear. A hand came up to stroke that soft cinnamon hair as he turned his eyes on her. "Silly girl, magic cannot kill me." Heavy breathing would've been frightening, but the lack of any breath at all was downright terrifying, and despite her herself the shudder racked Hermione's body. Her teeth clenched as she looked to the side. Anything to avoid those eyes. Those red gleaming eyes.
She could feel the laughter in his chest now as he pressed up against her, could sense his triumphant amusement just as she could feel that frigid hand running along her neck. "It's a shame. Such a beauty. But you know, this wizarding magic, it's child's play. Only garlic and a stak-" Suddenly he stumbled back, those bloodshot orbs staring at her in wild-eyed surprise. That pallid white hand that had been on her neck just moments before now reached up to rest where his heart would have been, coming into contact instead with the handle of an 11-inch cherry wood wand. Pouty, bloodless lips pulled together to form a word, a promise of death perhaps, but he exploded into dust before he could get it out, and all that was left was a pile of soot.
Her breath came in ragged gasps, dropping to her knees to grab a handful of grass as she closed her eyes in relief. It was a soothing gesture, but not as soothing as seeing that pile of dust. She never thought she'd be so happy to see soot before.
"I didn't take you for a nature worshipper."
Instantly her head jerked upward, slowly rotating as she refocused her vision to regard the figure leaning against a tree trunk, silhouetted in moonlight. Her eyes narrowed of their own accord, and she fought it down desperately. She must not let him suspect.
"Oh, I simply.love the smell of grass at midnight. Especially after a night of strenuous exercise." Little did he know how strenuous her exercise was.
An eyebrow lifted at her. "Oh? Well, I'm quit good at nocturnal exercise myself. Perhaps we can.practice together sometime."
Soft cracking noises rustled the silence, her clawing ripping the blades of grass from the ground as she fights a snort of disgust down. "Ah.hahaha. No thank you, sir. I'm quite content as I am."
A soft chuckle, nasally and harsh to her ears; that snooty quality. If she had any doubts before, she could no longer deny that it was that disgusting Draco Malfoy.
"You may call me Draco for now, though most women revert to God once I've.taught them a few tricks." She could feel those eyes on her, undressing her of her three layers of clothing.
Breath curled like smoke in front of her mouth as she struggled to her feet, a flash of a playful smile at the man as she sidled past him. "Well, Draco. Perhaps some other time." It dropped as soon as he was out of sight, a scowl instantly on her face. "Bloody idiot, stupid little ferret-face." Her muttering was stopped as she felt something tickle her ear, and a hand came up to unfold the little scrap of paper that had fallen on her shoulder.
Well done. You will receive your next testing in a sevenday. Enjoy yourself.
"And bloody Transcendents." Her eyes swept over the seven already deep in slumber in the visitors' chambers. They would be moving to the dormitories tomorrow while classes went on, and then proceed in acquainting themselves with the others of their year. What a circus this all was. And she was the red-nosed clown.
"I'd love to."
Sliding awkwardly back with a high-heeled foot, Hermione mentally smacked herself, eyes snapping with fire. ~ You /never/ say that to a vampire, you doofus ~ The wraith was moving towards her again, all pale skin and red malevolent eyes. Fingers tightening painfully around her wand, she levelled it at the vampire's chest, hand shaking just slightly.
He bared his fangs at her in a vampiric grin, bright beads of blood gleaming in the lambent moonlight as he drew up less than a foot away from her, leaning in towards her neck and ear. A hand came up to stroke that soft cinnamon hair as he turned his eyes on her. "Silly girl, magic cannot kill me." Heavy breathing would've been frightening, but the lack of any breath at all was downright terrifying, and despite her herself the shudder racked Hermione's body. Her teeth clenched as she looked to the side. Anything to avoid those eyes. Those red gleaming eyes.
She could feel the laughter in his chest now as he pressed up against her, could sense his triumphant amusement just as she could feel that frigid hand running along her neck. "It's a shame. Such a beauty. But you know, this wizarding magic, it's child's play. Only garlic and a stak-" Suddenly he stumbled back, those bloodshot orbs staring at her in wild-eyed surprise. That pallid white hand that had been on her neck just moments before now reached up to rest where his heart would have been, coming into contact instead with the handle of an 11-inch cherry wood wand. Pouty, bloodless lips pulled together to form a word, a promise of death perhaps, but he exploded into dust before he could get it out, and all that was left was a pile of soot.
Her breath came in ragged gasps, dropping to her knees to grab a handful of grass as she closed her eyes in relief. It was a soothing gesture, but not as soothing as seeing that pile of dust. She never thought she'd be so happy to see soot before.
"I didn't take you for a nature worshipper."
Instantly her head jerked upward, slowly rotating as she refocused her vision to regard the figure leaning against a tree trunk, silhouetted in moonlight. Her eyes narrowed of their own accord, and she fought it down desperately. She must not let him suspect.
"Oh, I simply.love the smell of grass at midnight. Especially after a night of strenuous exercise." Little did he know how strenuous her exercise was.
An eyebrow lifted at her. "Oh? Well, I'm quit good at nocturnal exercise myself. Perhaps we can.practice together sometime."
Soft cracking noises rustled the silence, her clawing ripping the blades of grass from the ground as she fights a snort of disgust down. "Ah.hahaha. No thank you, sir. I'm quite content as I am."
A soft chuckle, nasally and harsh to her ears; that snooty quality. If she had any doubts before, she could no longer deny that it was that disgusting Draco Malfoy.
"You may call me Draco for now, though most women revert to God once I've.taught them a few tricks." She could feel those eyes on her, undressing her of her three layers of clothing.
Breath curled like smoke in front of her mouth as she struggled to her feet, a flash of a playful smile at the man as she sidled past him. "Well, Draco. Perhaps some other time." It dropped as soon as he was out of sight, a scowl instantly on her face. "Bloody idiot, stupid little ferret-face." Her muttering was stopped as she felt something tickle her ear, and a hand came up to unfold the little scrap of paper that had fallen on her shoulder.
Well done. You will receive your next testing in a sevenday. Enjoy yourself.
"And bloody Transcendents." Her eyes swept over the seven already deep in slumber in the visitors' chambers. They would be moving to the dormitories tomorrow while classes went on, and then proceed in acquainting themselves with the others of their year. What a circus this all was. And she was the red-nosed clown.