"Stop!"
Hermoine's voice carried down the hall and Melissa froze mid-step. She smiled and turned around to see the other girl marching towards her.
"Just what," Hermoine huffed, "do you think you are doing out of bed at -- " She paused and frowned, "Why are you wearing those ridiculous clothes? Where are your robes?"
Melissa, however, extended her hand towards the Prefect. "Hermoine Granger, I had hoped I would meet you."
Looking flustered, Hermoine took the offered hand. "Which house are you in?"
"None. I've been tending to Draco on the Headmaster's orders."
"Tending to Malfoy?! Why, what's wrong with him?"
A thousand warning raced through Melissa's mind, but the desire to break every trust the teachers had put into her was too great.
"Draco's fate has finally caught up with him, and it isn't pleasant."
Hermoine gasped. "I knew he was destined to be a Death Eater!"
"Hardly. In his eyes, becoming one would be heaven compared to what he faces."
"Then what is it?"
Melissa smiled sadly and took Hermoine by the arm. "Come, I'll tell you."
Draco Malfoy cursed his family. He swore sweet revenge if it was the last thing he were to do. His mind raced, teeming with ways to punish them. The moment was satisfying and he smiled in the dark.
"Tsk, tsk. Such an evil mind."
Draco sprang up from the bed and spun around to locate the voice. He would not lay back and let it happen this time. He would fight, struggle, anything, to keep him away.
But all this was quite pointless as his gaze finally fell on the source of the voice.
"What the hell do you think you're doing, Melissa?"
She grinned sadistically and moved towards him. He looked frantically to the other boys in the dormitory but they were fast asleep.
"Does it hurt, Draco?" she asked viciously, eyes glowing blood red.
"Does what hurt?" he snapped back.
"The silver kisses, my love. The ones he keeps whispering you must endure before making the transformation. The ones that are more red than anything else."
He paled and hissed, "He'll kill you."
"He hasn't the strength to even dream of such a thing and you know it," she returned heatedly, before drawing out a shining dagger that had been hidden in the folds of her dress. Nodding to it, she adds, "From my gypsy days."
His eyes widened and he turned to run, only to find his way blocked by the vampire girl. He collapsed as she advanced on him
"What are you going to do?"
She knelt beside him and whispered, "What I should have done when we first met."
The following morning Harry, Ron, and Hermoine sat together quite oblivious to the events of the night. That is, until Dean Thomas joined them at breakfast with an unusually large grin on his face.
"You'll never believe this, Malfoy's in the Hospital Wing. He was found earlier in his dormitory drained of blood."
Hermoine's eyes immediately snapped up from the book she had been reading. "Vampire?"
"Supposedly."
"Is he all right?" she asked quietly.
"Who cares?" exclaimed Ron as he reached for a piece of toast.
"You should," she spat.
Both Ron and Harry looked at her, stunned. Hermoine frowned, whispered "Meet me in the Common room.", and began to walk away.
Harry called out after her, "But classes are starting in fifteen minutes!"
"This is more important."