Author: Innocence
Title: Scelto Per Qualcosa
Disclaimer: J.K.R. owns all the characters and plotlines; I am not making any profit so it's all good.
Author Notes: A lot of this mythology was taken from my own brain, and this is during seventh.
The Golden Trio was sitting together at the, as usual, rambunkcus Gryffindor table. Hermione had her nose stuck in a huge tomb of a book entitled 'The Works of Notradamus and Several Other Famous Seers'. Harry and Ron talked animatedly about the last game the Chuddley Cannons had won.
"I'm telling you, I knew they were going to get the Snitch easily," Ron boasted to Harry in between bites of his lunch.
"You did not! You were moaning all week that they were going to lose the game and the Snitch!" Harry replied, narrowing his green eyes and faking a glare at his redheaded friend.
Hermione rolled her eyes in mild amusement and reached under the table for her bag, tossing her unruly honey brown hair off her shoulder, "As certain as I am that this discussion will turn out to be a riveting one, Hagrid said he wants us to help him set-up for a special lesson together," She tugged anxiously on Harry's robe to make sure he heard her.
Harry flashed her a smile before pulling Ron out of the seat.
"This thing better not bite," The redhead grumbled, not realizing the irony that would apparent later on, "Cause it's bad enough we have to have double Care of Magical Creatures with a bunch of biting Slytherins," He threw a glare at the closest Slytherin and it just so happened to be Malfoy, flanked by his two ever present bodyguards Crabbe and Goyle, who was leaning casually against the side of Hogwarts, his silver blonde hair falling carelessly into his eyes. Hermione had realized that he had given up slicking it back several years ago. His silver and green uniform hung from his frame perfectly for seeing the outline of lithe muscles. Hermione may have hated him but she wasn't blind.
He started to turn to face her from ten feet away, but Hermione hurriedly looked away and continued on her way leading her friends down to Hagrid's cabin. As they got closer, she was disappointed to see a six foot tall rectangular shape already set up and covered in a huge patched up quilt.
"I guess Hagrid didn't need us after all," Harry commented before moving to take the cover off.
"Don' touch that 'arry!" boomed a loud voice from behind them. Harry quickly dropped his hand and step back as their enormous friend made his way up to shape. "I decided it should be a surprise for ya' three too," Hagrid told them, as he grinned wildly, "We're lucky ter have this, yer know."
More and more students were making their way down to the display and Hagrid shooed them back a few steps.
"Now listen up Seventh years and listen carefully, ye are to stay five feet away from this box at all times. If ye do that everything will be fine," Hagrid bellowed still smiling.
"Oh wonderful," Someone muttered loudly, "Another of the Oaf's great 'safe' lessons," Hermione recognized the voice and turned to glare at Malfoy, who happened to have been looking right at her. She scowled at him for a second before glancing at his eyes. She'd never seen eyes like his before, as they were so metallic almost, and looked silver and ice blue at the same time. Snapping back to his smirk, she glared one last time.
"Stupid git," Harry muttered.
"Yeah, I hope this time the thing does a better job of injuring him then Buckbeak did," Ron fumed.
Draco smirked at Hermione as he saw her glaring get less concentrated on glaring and more on his face. He was used to this of course as he always had someone or another drooling over him. Of course it was his eyes that held her attention, that's what she usually did. And he would stare right back, trying to name all the different shades of brown in her fiery eyes.
Hagrid's voice shook his gaze from the back of her head, "Now everyone's ter stay where they are," He cautioned and moved to the rectangle and in one ungraceful movement, pulled the quilt from the structure.
Everyone gasped, even Draco did a little. Standing there shackled to two steel beams was a woman. She was tall and curvaceous, with a thick, jet black mane of ringlets hanging low to her back. She was pale, but not sickly pale, a pale covering for what seemed what used to be tan. Her lips were full and twisted into a confident smile. She looked to be Spanish or Italian. But it was her eyes that caught you; they were piercing – almost as if she could see into your mind and bright yellow-green with such an ethereal glow to them.
Her dress was simple black, but fit her like a glove. And the neckline plunged into a 'V' all the way to her navel. That got more then a few blushes from the male students. Draco looked at her and smiled, and was a little surprised to see her focusing on him with her sharp eyes, but pleased.
"This is Faruiza, a vampire, but she promised to be good," A few more gasps, "Oh come on now, can anyone tell me why vampires are very rare?"
Hermione's hand immediately shot into the air, and she didn't even wait for Hagrid to say her name before she answered, "Vampires are very rare because, contrary to popular belief, when a vampire bites you you do not turn into a vampire. The vampire has to bite a certain way to turn them into a vampire, and they are only allowed to take one human as a vampire," She finished with a satisfied smile at Hagrid, and he smiled back.
"Very good Hermione, now I'm going to hand it over to Faruiza, seeing as how she is a vampire," Hagrid chuckled and stepped back giving the vampires center stage. She cast a heavy lidded look back in the direction of Draco before addressing the entire class.
"Going on what you said about becoming a vampire. Does anyone think they know how a person is chosen by a vampire?" She asked looking commanding even as she was shackled to steel beams and with a slight Italian accent. Hermione's hand went up in the air, but Faruiza shook her head, "How about you?" She asked staring dead straight into Draco's eyes.
He gave Hermione a smirk, "Well most of the time vampires go for people with a certain air of sexuality," He drew out the last word for emphasis, "Also athleticism, brains, and the vampire will want to have unsatisfied lust for them. Most of the time the watch the person for some time before making their move," Faruiza gave him a seductive smirk.
"Correct, now lets take him for example," She nodded toward a very red Ron as he forced his eyes off her chest, "Why wouldn't he make a good vampire?" Draco somehow felt this question was rhetorical, and only watched as Weasley went beyond red, "He lacks more then what he has," Faruiza criticized.
"Now Faruiza, I think you should tell them about something else," Hagrid cut in nervously off the Golden Trio's outraged looks. She shot Hagrid a look that could kill and he quieted. Then she turned to stare intently into Malfoy's eyes.
Slowly he began to feel numb and his peripheral vision fading, so he could see only the vampires. Come here Dragon echoed in his brain and he willingly walked toward her.
"Malfoy stop, where do you think you're going," Yelled Hagrid as he got within a foot of Faruiza, Draco didn't stop walking, Hagrid reached for him but in a burst of strength Faruiza pulled one shackle off the steel, and punched him hard in the face. As Hagrid went down hard, everyone screamed but Draco could barely hear.
Her arm snaked around his neck the broken shackle scraping against his neck, "You are mine!" She hissed and sunk her fangs deep into his jugular. Draco could feel his crimson life force draining as pain turned to ecstasy and as ecstasy started to turn to darkness he saw painstakingly scared brown eyes before the throbbing pain stopped and the dark finally came.
TBC. This is my first HP fan fiction so I would REALLY appreciate reviews. And please no flames; you really don't want to make me cry do they?