Okies hi. I'll be working on this for a while, so yeah. When I finally finish, it'll be like one month from today. Just got back from trying to tape DONNIE DARKO!!! but the fucking video ran out....DAMMIT, YOU FUCK ASS!!!

Disclaimer: I own neither Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy the god, or Donnie Darko. Little fuck ass, I own nothing, not even Jake G., who is okay lookies in DD but not in Bubble Boy for some strange reason...maybe I do only have these stuffers for dark, evil punk guys...oh, who like to swear...and talk about smurfs...wait, that's to specific...just forget that.

Oh, and by the way, I'm starting back off with Hermione and Draco, in the Common Room. That's right.

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Hermione sat in her easy-chair, which she had pushed closer to the fireplace, with 'Tale of the Body Thief' in her hands, reading intently.

Anne Rice was a wonderful author. It made Hermione wonder if she was one of the Dark Brood.

Hermione still couldn't believe that she was one...ONE of THEM. She inhaled books on vampires and the undead like air, increasing her knowledge with the comparison of the written to the real.

She had also watched a number of vampire films, whether they were good or not. She especially enjoyed getting freaked out by 'The Night Flier', and also by a few others.

Right now, however, she wasn't watching a vampire film, just 'Donnie Darko', a story about a genius boy who has schizophrenia and sees a rabbit that tells him the world will end.

Hermione was merely listening to the television, concentrating mostly on the book. She read line for line, but giggled a bit when a girl on Donnie Darko said "What are feces?" and her friend replied to her with "Baby mice.". The other girl let out an "Aww...".

"What are you laughing at?" Draco said, stepping through the Portrait Hole and stepping also into Hermione's life once again.

Hermione was very tempted to look at him and scowl, but she didn't. She was trying her hardest to ignore him, and having failed several times already, she just kept reading and listening.

"What are you laughing at?" Draco stopped and knelt down, his face peering intently up at hers, trying to make her talk.

Hermione faced her back to him, and swung her legs over the left armrest, turning so he wasn't in her view.

"Granger..." He growled. She was obviously succeeding in her vow for once, and though it looked rather hard for her, she would keep it up.

Draco continued, quickly and tactfully changing his plan. "Granger...answer me..." He whispered, fairly purring into her ear. When she didn't comply, he whispered once more to her, and flicked the tip of her uniform skirt. "Fine...but you know, it's hard to be silent when you're having sex."

He ran a hand over her stomach, which caused her to pull her legs up and close to her chest, curling as best she could into a ball. She blushed a deep red, but kept reading about Lestat. She had to ignore him!

Draco was losing patience, but he kept it up. "Come on...tell me...you know you want to...just tell me...before I have fuck it out of you..." He said, the hand on her stomach slowly inching up.

Hermione got an angry, indignant look in her eyes, and shot a glare vaguely in his direction, without actually looking at him.

"Oh come on! Tell me! Tell me or we'll just have to skip to the sex, and how are you going to tell me after? You'll be so breathless you won't even be able to moan!"

(A/N: Little fuck ass...can't even go without giving himself praise for ten minutes...it's okay though. ^.^ )

At this Hermione got up, scooting over the side of the chair. She stomped angrily over to her room, and pulled open her door. "You just can't go without attention for a day or two can you?! You always have to have someone talking to you, or ABOUT you, might I so ELOQUENTLY add!!!" She slammed her door shut.

Draco sat in her chair, and yelled "TELL ME!!! YOU STILL DIDN'T!!!" He grinned at nothing in particular. However, he didn't hear the twist of a lock, so he figured she couldn't be that angry at him.

"Because I'm so charming..." He chuckled a low laugh to himself.

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Hermione slammed her door shut, and leaned against it. 'That little prick...' she thought to herself. 'Malfoy is such a conceited bastard.'

"Ow!" She suddenly felt as though something was biting her finger, a sharp row of teeth pressing into the skin.

She gasped in pain, and brought her hand up to her face to see what had happened.

There was nothing. Her finger wasn't even red.

She dropped her hand back down, the pain already fading, and something slipped off of her finger and fell to the floor with a metallic clatter.

She looked down, and for a few moments didn't know what to do.

A ring was lying on the floor, glinting dully in the bright light. It winked back at her confused glance.

Whose ring was that?

It was clear, but somehow Hermione thought it should be blurred...there were jewels, blood red and pitch black...and swirls.

It came back with a rush, and Hermione realized it was her ring.

Just before it started sliding across the floor.

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"No Ron...it can't be Voldemort. I'd be...I'd be spasing and in lots and lots of pain." Harry rubbed the bridge of his nose.

"Well I don't think she did this herself!!! SHE CAN'T HAVE!!! It was all that assholes fault! He's doing it!" Ron was pacing.

"But we can't be sure! Maybe Hermione is just in a really really bad time and she's just trying to make herself feel better!!!" Harry said, getting angry.

"HOW?! HOW WOULD SHE DO THAT?! WHAT IS SHE HAVING SUCH A PROBLEM ABOUT?!" Ron yelled.

"I DON'T KNOW!!!" Harry replied, frantically, putting his head in his hands.

"Harry..." Ron whispered, "She passed me...today in the halls. She was so cold! I could feel it, like she was frozen...it was so frightening, Harry! For a moment I thought she was dead, I was just hallucinating! But she bumped into Parvati, and Parvati shivered!" Ron became trance like, his voice monotonous and frightening to hear.

"I know Ron. I felt it too. She's just...it's...it seems she was frozen. It's like falling...as if to touch her would send you plummeting through a hole..." Harry said, wiping his face. He blushed a little, keeping his eyes on a flower painted on the carpet in ink.

"Harry...I feel so ashamed." He stopped, and looked up. Harry saw how lost he seemed, and got worried. For everything. Ron continued. "I don't know how to help her."

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The ring slid slowly, as though on a string. Hermione suddenly felt horrified, the hairs on the back of her neck standing up, and she had the sensation that her insides fell out.

The ring stopped, just before her trunk, and Hermione thought it had finished.

She was ready to run.

But the ring slid up vertically from the ground, and straight up the side of her trunk. Hermione suddenly felt even more freaked out.

With a bang, the trunk lid flew open and hit the wall, almost bouncing back shut again. Her extra clothes and items burst forth, like water from an overfilled glass.

Suddenly Hermione didn't want to watch...she didn't want to see. She wanted to go, she wanted to leave, she wanted to be normal.

A book...a book came out of a light in the bottom of her trunk, a large red light that illuminated only the trunk.

The book, seemed to be of leather; rather plain and seemingly unimportant. The book flew onto her bed, and flipped open of its own accord, to a page with a symbol.

Hermione suddenly felt as though she would cry. There was a blood red moon, with a black ribbon curled crudely around the tips, all in a circle of thorns. There was red on the very tips of the thorns.

As she watched, the red began to drip, and seemed real. It looked as though it was dripping onto the page, but it was the page, and blood just kept frothing forth, the page staining with red, but the ends fading out, and the circle and it's contents always clean and immaculate.

Hermione, unable to do anything else, let go a scream, followed by another and another, she couldn't stop.

She ran to the book, intending to throw it off the bed, but something stopped her.

She felt a stab so large she barely knew it was there.

She choked.

She looked down, and her blood stained the bright white of her shirt, and then the carpet on the ground. A dull, throbbing ache, accompanied by a sharp, repetitive stab was present in her stomach.

She pressed her fingers uselessly up to the large hole, and the blood dripped before her face, bouncing and splattering onto the floor. Suddenly she was worried, and for once she didn't want the blood. She didn't want it.

Hermione heard herself scream one more time, a blood choked screech to the sky, and then she breathed hoarsely, blood floating into her throat.

Before her already fading sight, a shadow crossed the floor. Unnatural. It flowed smoothly into her closet, and Hermione tried to cast a spell.

She hardly managed to croak out a curse, and the wand fell from her hand.

It bounced once, twice, then began to roll towards the closet.

"Please...no..." She moaned to the wand, willing it not to go into the darkness.

The wand paused, for just long enough so that when it started rolling again, Hermione foggily realized that it wasn't doing it of its own accord.

Then it was inside.

Hermione groaned, and fell to her knees, the sharp pain of probably a broken knee cap nothing compared to her stomach.

Her heart was going, the blood being pumped painfully out but not back in, and her breath was getting slower, and suddenly faster, over and over again.

She fell forward, no hands to catch her.

No hands...

Her mind said, 'Where's Draco? Did he leave?' She felt blood tears falling down across her nose and then down over her cheek to the floor. She was facing the closet, and then her wand came flying out of its depths, as though a careless hand had tossed it.

She shut her eyes.

The noise on the door...

She flickered them back open.

Back to the room.

Back to the pain.

And the puddle of blood in the middle of the floor.

Hermione felt a trickle of liquid fall from her lips, and the blood was suddenly in her mouth. She didn't want it! SHE DIDN'T WANT IT!!!

But then something hit her foot.

And hands caressed her face.

Then she faded, realizing her blood had fallen into the pattern of the moon symbol.

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Draco felt something watching him. He looked around frantically. Suddenly even worse for feeling, he picked up the limp form of Hermione Granger.

The blood pooled onto his shirt, and stained his fingers the deep, beautiful scarlet.

More blood dripped from her mouth, and it fell onto his sleeve.

Holding her tightly, he rushed from the room, the door slamming shut and locking of its own accord.

He took her to his room, and laid her on the bed. He didn't want the blood.

It was tainted...it was hers and wasn't...had not been...

Normal?

"Sorry, but I'm sure you don't mind right about now..." He said urgently, frantically to Hermione's form.

He unbuttoned her shirt, and pulled it apart.

He gasped. The hole was large. Maybe three quarters of an inch in diameter, and Draco was sure that if he pulled the skin and meat further apart then he could see all the way through to what was behind her.

Without thinking, he slit both of his wrists, and pressed one to her lips, the other to her stomach.

He kneeled onto the floor, and stopped holding his wrist to her stomach. Instead he tried to use his fingers to force Hermione's lips farther open. His blood splashed her throat.

He held his wrist onto her mouth, almost inside. Then he returned the other to her stomach, rubbing the wound with his blood.

She was hardly breathing! Just the lightest touch of air on his hand!

He became frightened.

Draco stayed in that position for a long while, constantly recutting his wrists. He noticed that her stomach wound was healing very slowly.

Then he felt the slightest touch of a tongue to his gash.

Almost joyous, he leaned forward and pushed his wrist into Hermione's mouth.

Her tongue still moved slowly, closer to the blood. After some minutes, it sped up, and began to lick up the blood quicker and quicker.

The wound on her stomach began to close faster, the pace of her tongue ever increasing.

Finally her breathing was pretty much normal, and her heart had also fixed beating.

He waited until his wrists closed up again, and then wiped them off. He pulled up a chair, and sat on it.

He watched.

A few hours later, she started to stir. Her eyes opened, and Draco was surprised how beautiful they looked.

Like the sun rising over a mountain, the first sun of spring.

Of course, the moment was ruined when she started coughing and wheezing.

Draco quieted her, and checked her stomach.

There was a large scar, and quite a bit of blood. Her lips and throat were also rimmed in scarlet.

But she was stronger than he thought.

"I'm fine..." She managed to say, her voice deep and hoarse. She tried to sit up, and struggled.

Hermione pulled herself up, bending her back instead of her stomach to get into a sitting position. She did it by herself.

"What is that thing...in your room?" He whispered. He was more pale than usual, having lost a bit of blood to Hermione.

"I don't...know." She said. There was silence for a moment. "Thank you."

He almost told her 'no problem,' but stopped. He just nodded instead. "Right now it's about six. Hey, don't try to stand up. I can't lose anymore blood, and you shouldn't go to Madame Pomfrey. She'll know right away what you are. Me too, I suppose."

With a lot of difficulty, Hermione stood up.

"What are you doing?"

"I need to bathe. I'm...bloody and slimy and it just...doesn't feel good." Hermione looked down at herself to see if she looked as bad as she felt.

'Well just let me suck the blood off your body then...' Draco froze in mid-step. Where the fuck could that have come from? No...he did not want to do that. Not at all. "Do you have to?"

"Um, yeah."

Draco paused. He looked her up and down. "Fine." He snapped. "Don't go in that one. We're going to the Prefect's bathroom."

"What...why?"

Draco just gave her a look that she was insane. He walked over to her and rather ungently picked her up.

"Agh! No, put me down. I don't trust you!" Hermione squirmed as best she could, and Draco almost dropped her. But he put her down anyway.

He handed her a change of his clothes and a green towel.

It was rather slow going. Hermione limped as fast she could, but she still had to rest every six steps or so.

They finally made it to the bathroom after a half an hour. Draco was restraining himself from picking her up and throwing her in, and Hermione was restraining herself from yelling at him to not do whatever was giving his eyes that weird look.

"Okay. Wait out here. I will be done as soon as I have disinfected myself." Hermione said, going into the bathroom and slamming the door shut.

Draco slid down the wall and sat down in front of the door. He dozed off a bit, not allowing himself to think.

Especially not of the naked teenage girl on the other side of the door, who was weak and so easy to take advantage of.

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"No. Don't touch. I can walk by myself." Hermione stepped away from Draco a bit, not allowing him to pick her up. She looked a little better, and had transfigured his clothes into pajamas.

"NO YOU CAN'T!!! WE'VE BEEN IN THE SAME HALLWAY FOR SIX MINUTES!!!" He ran into her and slung her over his shoulder like a sack.

"THIS ISN'T FAIR!!!" Hermione screamed.

He walked quickly. Hermione almost felt like shoving her soap up his ass, but didn't. That would be gross.

"Put me down!" Hermione yelled. "What if Harry and Ron see you?"

"Then I'll beat them."

Hermione gave a defeated sigh as her stomach tumbled over itself. She moaned.

"Ow...you bastard."

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Draco put down Hermione, and she inhaled sharply when the pain in her stomach shot into her arms and legs.

"See, that was faster."

"It was more PAINFUL!!!"

"You'll get over it."

"Easy for you to say..." Hermione mumbled. She walked slowly over to the bed, and practically fell in. She lay on her back, but turned her head into the pillow.

Draco heard a muffled, "G'night", and he went to check the bathroom. It was fine.

But he didn't want to check her room.

So he locked both of the doors.

He came back in the room, and already Hermione was asleep. He paused for some reason, and couldn't tear his eyes away from her face.

Finally with a bit of effort, he turned away.

Why did he act the way he did? He thought, getting in the bed. He didn't take off his slacks, as though it would be sacrilegious. But he already had once before.

'It doesn't matter.' He said silently.

He closed his eyes and tried to stop. But he couldn't. So he continued, thinking that perhaps he would just drop off into a doze.

Draco and her had already gotten closer than ever before. But why? He had almost fucked her, that time in detention, but she had stopped him. No doubt if she wasn't as stubborn, they would have had an even hotter time.

But it was still there. Why? WHY? Thousands of 'whys' ran through his head.

Why did he want to fuck her?

Why did he always watch her out of the corner of his eyes?

Why did he make her one of the Dark Brood?

Why did he share blood with her when she needed it?

Why did he WANT to share blood?

Why was he never satisfied with 'Malfoy'?

Why was it hard to resist taking her blood?

Why did he even HAVE to resist?

Why were these thoughts plaguing him?

Why did he hate her friends?

'Ah...because they're close to her.' NO! But he was close to her too. That's the point! They were closer than mortals could ever be.

Or were they?

Yes. They were.

But it was soooo...

Fulfilling?

Un-fulfilling?

That's it. Un-fulfilling. BUT WHY?!

Why did he have NO answers?

He could get answers, he supposed, if he based them purely on speculation. And nothing else.

All of these questions...no answers...how confusing.

Draco tossed in the bed. Hermione gave a little moan next to him, and Draco turned to her.

She was in a deep sleep on her side. Draco looked at her for answers.

She seemed a little uncomfortable, with a hand on her stomach. Her hair was up, but was falling out of the ponytail she had put it in.

'She has beautiful hair,' Draco mused. He flicked some out of her face to see it clearly. 'Yes...honey brown with dark streaks.' It was the perfect frame for her face.

WHOA NOW! Where was he going with all this? She wasn't THAT perfect.

Draco looked at her body, slowly, from her toes to her hair.

Actually now, she didn't have a great body. She wasn't very curvy, or voluptuous. She didn't have that hourglass shape...well, she did, but not like those models on the cover of that Muggle Magazine, Playboy. Her breasts were rather small, not large, like other girls'.

And her face. Her face wasn't perfect either. Her nose was small, and sort of pointed, like a fairy's, and she had a dotting of freckles over her cheeks. Her lips were almost too plump, but they were probably the best feature. Her eyes, well, those he couldn't see. Draco tried to imagine them, as how they looked when she was awake.

They always had a ring of emotion, and seemed to bounce. The cinnamon brown had flecks of yellow, he believed, eyes like a lion.

Fitting considering she was a Gryffindor.

Suddenly, his eyes locked on her face, she shivered violently, and rolled forward.

Draco seemed about to have a fit, and jerked back, but she just moved closer to his body.

He stopped, realizing she wasn't going to kick him, and lay closer to her.

"Harry..." She mumbled.

Draco looked down at her again. She thought he was Harry. Draco almost cursed, and didn't know why.

"I can't believe Ron, Harry. Why'd he do it..." She faded off and her already incomprehensible sentence floated up to the ceiling. She buried her head into his chest, as Draco had often seen her do to Harry when she was sad.

Well that was something he forgot. Her voice. She had a wonderful voice. Beautiful, clear and brazen as a bell. Then Draco thought of something.

He wanted her to say his name. Just once.

Just to hear it.

He took a breath. It would be a chance...no more. She might wake up.

"My...my name's Draco." He whispered, softly, into her hair. It sounded strange even to him.

Hermione sighed and mumbled, "Draco...". It came out of more as a purr, and Draco shivered to hear it.

Too bad he wasn't Harry. Draco could do a lot more. Was it all jealousy? That he could never be Harry? No. He could be his own Harry, if he wanted to.

Or was it just the thought of lying under the stars and the moon, and holding her in his arms until they both were absolutely fulfilled?

What was confusing him so much?

He didn't know. Couldn't know. And the way things were, probably wouldn't know.

'DAMNIT!' Draco thought. It was so upsetting. Not knowing. He'd never not known anything that he couldn't get the answer to!!!

He was being such a child...all these 'fantasies' and 'questions'.

Hermione wriggled a bit into his chest. He wrapped his arms tightly around her.

See, now to hold her like this...he wouldn't need answers. Every inch of her skin would hold a revelation, and he would search her until he found the right one.

Draco's mind drifted back to the stars and the moon.

Just once. Allow a dream to surface just once.

Just a dream.

To lie under them, under galaxies, with her...

Absolute perfection. Soft kisses and gentle touches...sweet words and quiet laughs. It would be beautiful...under the moon.

They would hold each other, the light reflecting in her eyes, and he would go slow...slow but urgently. And she would fold in his arms and wait until the moon...the killing moon, would go down.

Just a dream?

A drop of sweat rolled off of his forehead, and the sound of it falling on the pillow woke him.

Draco cursed. He had to go out.

Clear his mind.

He would go hunt.

But he had to go now.

Before even she woke and noticed him pitching a tent in his pants right into her back.

He got up, and pushed her away. He pulled his cloak off of a coat hanger, and walked to the door.

He stopped, and walked back. To the window.

Draco put his hand on the sill, and stuck his head into the night.

He looked out at the moon. It was a killing moon. He depended on it more than anything, besides the blood.

It held him forever.

Prisoner.

Even if he could see the sun, and walk with it in the day, he was held by the moon.

Until finally the curse that grasped his heart and would tear his soul to pieces was defeated by religion or spells...or love.

The Killing Moon.

Draco slammed shut the window.

His cloak fanned out behind him as he stepped through the door.

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HEY MONKEYS!!! I'M FINISHED!!! Thank the gods...ugh that took like, a month...one of the longest. Okay, and I had trouble naming the chapter too...but oh well. And you may be wondering just what the SHIT is going on here....
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Well I WON'T TELL YOU!!! Heh heh...except of course, that he did leave Hermione by her lonesome...CAN YOU TELL I AM HAPPY?!?!

I JUST CRANKED OUT LIKE FOURTEEN PAGES FOR YOU RABID NORKERS!!!

And what will happen when he leaves her by her lonesome? Nothing. I'll tell you that ONLY. He just went by himself and she was asleep and other stuff...and then he wakes her up and only then does she realize she was by herself...

That's happened to me a lot too.

Like at my old school...we had two boys to a tent and two girls too, because our school was poor and we were in like FIRST GRADE but yeah...the girls went off to go paint nails or some shit, and the boys went to go ask if they could piss, and I was alone sleeping, in the middle of NO FUCKING WHERE, did I say ASLEEP, IN A FOREST ON LIKE THE NORTH SHORE, and unlike Mione, I woke up and no one was there.

Needless to say I was ready to piss in my pants and thought everyone had been abducted...so I grabbed my flashlight and...sort of hit the first boy who finished using the POTTY, and then everyone else came back and we all screamed our heads off.

I just put my self in a bad mood...

WOW I DIDN'T ASK FOR REVIEWS...DID I? WELL, YOU KNOW THE DRILL...^.^