*Draco's POV*

I slowly came to wake from the best sleep I had ever remembered experiencing. My eyelids were heavy still even after waking. My arms and legs felt like lead weights attached to the bed in a very comfortable manner. But I seemed to not remember what day it was.

I might have to get up for class.

Thinking of what a problem I would cause if I had missed a class, I willed myself to start getting out of my oh so comfortable position and get dressed. But as I opened my eyes I noticed that not only did I already have my Hogwarts uniform on, but I was laying in Hermione's bedroom.

What?! What happened. Slowly creeping into my mind is what happened just before the black out. Something had attacked me. In this room. Hermione.

I found it hard to believe that Hermione would do such a thing in her right mind. But than I realized it probably wasn't Hermione that bit into me, it was the vampire inside her, thirsting for blood. Swell warned her, I remember when she told her, that the first day would be very hard.

I had no more time to think on this, because I began to focus on the sounds that formed into words slowly from the common room.

"We have to hide it?" Hermione's voice said.

"Yes, Swell must not know. I don't know what she wanted you to do with your blood, but it certainly was precious to her." A man's voice rang.

"Precious?" Hermione asked. I could stand it no more, I found myself staring in at them from the top of the stairs. Hermione and Toma were sitting opposite each other in the fire side chairs.

"Good evening, Mr. Malfoy." Toma welcomed looking up at him with a grin.

"Draco." I mummbled so softly I was sure they couldn't have heard it from down there, but Hermione seemed to smile at this.

"I trust you slept well." Toma said. I nodded.

"It felt as if I was under a spell." I broke off when I noticed Hermione look down. "What? Is something wrong? Oh and why did I wake up in your room?" I asked Hermione as I walked past her to sit in between the chairs on the couch.

"You have much to talk about. And I think it is of a rather personal matter. I bid you good night." Toma stood and gave a little nod of a bow and walked out through the portrait. I said nothing but I was curious. My face showed it as I looked to Hermione.

"You woke in my room because I put you in my bed."

"Put me in your bed?"

"You fainted, in my room, I picked you up, and put you in my bed." She clarified.

"Okay. Why did I faint?"

"Because...um." This was the first time I had listened to Hermione when she did not know the answer right off the bat. "Uh. Ok. Don't get mad at me. Please don't." I was frightened now.

"You bit me." I whispered again very softly.

"Yes." She answered simply in a sober voice, yet again looking at her remarkable brown patent shoes. I can not believe she heard me say that. So I looked up at her, soon enough she followed through and looked into my eyes finally.

"I nearly killed you." She said at first. "I did kill you."

"Huh?"

"I took so much blood from you that you would have died. Toma showed up and stopped me from draining you completely."

"So why am I not dead, but you killed me."

"That's just it. You would have died and I didn't want you to, so I uh...I fed you my blood." She whispered the last part. Her eyes fading into her shoes again. This last bit of information was just seeping into the awake part of my brain.

"I'm immortal?!" I asked. She nodded.

Cool I thought in my head with a cheesy voice pictured. I got up and hugged the girl. Damn, I'm immortal. Whoa. I can not die. Woot! Hermione looked frightened when I hugged her so abruptly.

"Why would you think that I would be mad at you?"

"Because. I stole your life from you."

"You gave me a new one!" I cried loudly. Everything seemed light to me. But I noticed Hermione grimace.

"Listen. Uh."

"Yes?" I asked wondrously.

"Iamtheonlywomanyoucaneverhavechildrenwith." Hermione muttered quickly.

"I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch that." Hermione looked up at me, took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

"I am the only woman you can ever have children with." She stated very clear and precise this time. Pronouncing every syllable and consonant. I am going deaf. I could not form words nor think of anything about it. In the silence I saw Hermione watching me not speak to her. She got up and walked towards her room and shut the door. AN: In an answer to Blackstardust's comment/review of this story, I never wrote that Toma was evil, although in the future he might as well be, you readers know about as much as I do. Anyway. I am loving the reviews that I get, they make me feel special. :}