Title: Scelto Per Qualcosa
Author: Innocence
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone but Faruiza, all others are JKR's
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"Ahem, could I please see Mr. Malfoy," Hagrid cut-in through all the conversations at breakfast. He scanned the Slytherin dining table for silver blonde hair, receiving a few Slytherin glares. And stares from the other tables. It was common knowledge that Malfoys and Hagrid did not mix.
Draco untangled himself from a clinging Pansy Parkinson and made his way up to the giant-sized professor with a sneer, and without an insult.
"Right then, here we go," Hagrid said glancing at Draco uneasily. Draco seemed to be getting a lot of uneasy glances that day. Granger must have done her job.
Hagrid started out of the Great Hall, and walked towards the doors to the grounds. But right before the exit, Hagrid stopped in front of a portrait of lovesick maiden in pink and a knight complete with armored suit. Draco had never paid it any attention before. "Hullo Sir Guihond, Lady Ismeralda,"
"Good day Hagrid, Password?" The maiden greeted, still gazing charmingly up at Sir Guihond, who looked equally infatuated only less clingy.
"Remember this Malfoy, you'll need it," Hagrid warned, "Scnookums," The portrait swung open, to reveal a short passage with a dragon statue at the end. This time Draco was walking beside Hagrid. The figure had been hand-carved out of granite, and emeralds had been placed in the rounded grooves for eyes. The dragon was on its hind legs, and reached at least 8 feet in the air, turned sideways with the face turned and glaring at them. A round indent in its side was the only thing that wouldn't be found on a real dragon.
"Put your hand there," Hagrid motioned to the indent.
Draco looked at him, a neutral expression on his face to hide his curiosity, "Where are we going?" He asked in a bored tone, his eyes trained on Hagrids.
"Going to see Faruiza, Dumbledore's special orders. He says you should spend at least haf' the day here with her, now put your hand there," Hagrid said hurriedly. Draco could see a faint shadow of a bruise peeking out from underneath his beard to one of the few parts of Hagrid's face that wasn't matted with thick rough hair.
Draco laughed inwardly, it was always a good thing to make Hagrid feel uncomfortable and today he seemed to be able to do that with just a question. He moved to put his hand on the round cutout. First he traced the rim of the impression with a long pale finger, then slid his hand onto the cutout. His hand warmed for several moments, and the rim around the indention glowed a brilliant emerald green. The dragon stature shook furiously then vanished away to nothing, leaving a torch lit corridor in its wake. The walls of the corridors where a heavy packed stone, different from the rest of the castle. Unlike the rock that was used in the regular corridors, this was more of a pearly white then a blunt sandstone. The fire light from the torches glinted of the walls and illuminated the room with more light then the normal torches would allow.
Hagrid pushed past Draco and drew a torch down from its cast iron bracket, "No one but you, Dumbledore, and me can go through that statue," Hagrid half-whispered to Draco. "Faruiza has a dangerous level anti-biting charm on here so she can't…. finish what she started,"
The corridor opened up into a full round lobby. Torches were stationed every few feet around the room, held by heavy iron brackets. A large silvery cage was in the middle of the room, it was seemingly ten feet by ten feet and held a crimson red loveseat that was pushed to the far back corner of the enclosure. A dark figure prowled behind the sleek silver bars.
"Why would I want to finish what I started Hagrid?" Purred a smoky voice, she sidled up to the bars running one graceful hand up the beam before clutching it, "He's so perfect now," She stepped closer to the cage wall and pressed herself to the bars. Draco smiled, she was still wearing the revealing dress she had on the day she turned him.
The torchlight played casually along her body, glinting off her hair but shadowing some of her more interesting features.
Draco stepped up to her cage, mesmerized by her voice. "And how am I so perfect?" He asked her, gazing at her intense chartreuse eyes with his own icy silver ones.
Her shimmering orbs wandered over his body, and she whispered to herself, "So much power, so beautiful, Ho scaturito scegliendolo, così perfetto, il mio Draco,"
"Yer supposed to be teaching him Faruiza," Hagrid interupted, drawing both creatures of darknesses attention to him. Under their powerful gazes he shifted slightly from foot to foot, until Faruiza stopped her stare and turned to her creation.
"You are my only childe, as all vampires have only one," Draco looked to her studiously, paying more attention to her then he ever did in Professor Snapes class, "I am your creator, I gave you your life force from my own."
He looked at her in puzzlement. He was good with vampire lore, he had been interested in it ever since he was a child. But he had never heard a spiel quite like hers in all his interest. He had been so interested, he had risked his father's wrath by reading Muggle writers books such as Anne Rice's vampire seris. Once, his father had even found his worn copies of her books. He had been punished, but even that couldn't quell his curiousity for lamia.
"McGonagall said something about a Sire/Childe bond. What is it?"
Faruiza smiled at him, "I am your Sire and you are my Childe. When I drank from you I gave over some of my essence which not only transforms your soul, it connects both of us together so I know where you are and your mortal state, and the same for you if you concentrate." She stretched a delicate arm through the bars towards him. Her pale porcelin hand softly slid into his and drew him in closer.
"I can teach you anything you want, Draco, anything at all. Just ask," She whispered, the glint in her eyes so fierce he knew she wasn't just talking about vampirism. Her stare was so impassioned that he couldn't look away, and he himself was so caught up in her look he could feel the desperation underlying in her tone.
"Teach me everything," He whispered back, his eyes taking on the wide eyed cerulean innocence of a child looking with fascination upon their hero and savior.
She nodded, the movement shaking her tumbling ringlets onto her shoulders down and covering her chest. In unison they turned to stare at the watcher who was trying his best not to focus his dark brown eyes on the intimate scene he was forced to keep guard over. His head snapped up and he looked right into Faruiza's eyes. His monstrous body went rigid then lax. He looked to them then abruptly ambled back down the corridor away from the secretive meeting.
"I controlled him to do that," Faruiza whispered, releasing his hand.
"Teach me how," Draco asked watching the female entity closely.
"You don't need to be taught your abilities, Draco, just crave them, need them, and they will come," She sauntered to the gate of the cage and easily pushed it open, Draco understood and walked decidedly into the cage. He trusted her, he couldn't explain it. He didn't even want to explain it, but it was like a pull towards her, a magnetism of incomprehensible attraction.
His silver-blonde hair shone under the torches fire and his eyes held a spark of mischief as he watched the shadowy vampiress sashay up to him. Lightly she placed a pastel hand on his firm chest and let it rest there. Draco raised a blonde eyebrow, and she took a step closer.
"Faruiza, what are yo-" He was cut of as Faruiza's soft lips brushed against his, she paused and glanced at his shocked face before bringing her mouth to his for the second time. Her full lips massaged his thin ones softly before letting her tongue slide across his top lip, then sliding into his mouth and across the roof of his mouth. Draco moaned slightly. She tasted like coppery strawberries, and his body was approaching getting set on fire rapidly. He caught her tongue with his own for a short time. Her fangs started to elongate, softly tearing into his lip. His eyes widened and he stepped back, away from her cool touch, away from the sensations that lingered in his body.
"Why?" Draco breathed soundlessly. He had kissed so many girls and women before, but, of course, none tasted his blood, let him taste his own blood. None left his lips stinging in pain that was pleasure.
"L'attrazione, ma voi è perso a me senza persino conoscerlo. Siete scelti per qualche cosa di Draco speciale, vi ricordate di quello sempre," She sighed heavily, "You may go Draco, but remember, every vampire must find thier powers by themselves, Sono soltanto qui guidare, I am only here to guide," Gently she pushed him out of her cage, and closed the door, "There is more to vampire power then you can imagine, that is what I can teach you. The power, not what the power brings.
Draco had his unreadable face back on, and he looked towards the corridor, "I'll talk to Dumbledore about letting you out of your cage," He said then turned to walk away. Preternatural healing closeing the small bloody cuts on his lips.
Hermione lounged lazily back against the tree next to the lake, reading the latest not assigned chapter of her Transfiguration text book. Harry and Ron were talking zealously between themselves.
"Malfoy was always a bloodsucker, but now he is literally!" Ron ranted for the whoknows how manyith time since Hermione had spread the word about Malfoy being turned. They had been so shocked to find that Malfoy was a vampire- half that they catapulted right into swearing insults without even asking her how she knew. Yet.
"I didn't know you even knew the word literally, let alone knew how to use it in context," A voice drawled smoothly from behind the tree. All three turned to look and Malfoy was languidly leaning against the opposite side of the tree Hermione was sitting back on. "Granger," He nodded to her in acknowledgement. Cautiously she nodded back.
"What do you want Malfoy?" Harry hissed, almost sneering.
"Nothing, just sit in the relaxing company of Granger," He smiled a fake smile and winked at Hermione. She looked away, holding back a smile and a blush.
"Leave us alone," Ron stood up, glaring at the half-vampire.
"I think Granger should tell me when I should have to depart from your lovely compainionship," Draco smirked at the boys then caught Hermione's eye.
Tell them to shove off, The voice resounded in her head as she turned to her two best friends, "Shove off you guys," Her voice cut through the tension and the redhead and raven haired turned to gape at her. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry I don't know what came over me!" She covered her mouth with her hand.
Stand up, She put her book down and stood up, Walk over to me, She couldn't take her eyes off Draco as she walked to him, "What are you doing to me?" She asked angrily as she unwillingly stood beside him.
"Hypnotism," He answered shortly, a good natured smirk on his face as she glared at him.
"Hermione what are you doing!?" Ron asked, Harry moved to grab her arm and pull her back but Draco was faster. He leaned down and in one fluid motion captured her lips in his, for a soft lingering kiss.
He stepped back away and let Harry and Ron pull her away.
"You are going to pay for this, Malfoy," Harry shouted, pulling a very dazed Hermione towards to entrance to Hogwarts.
Draco smirked, "Bye Granger," He was satisfied to see that Hermione couldn't barely move her legs as Ron and Harry forced their friend back up Hogwart's grounds.
TBC
Okay very lame end of the chapter I know, but I'm in a rush. If you want some clues to the story translate Faruiza's Italian. Remember this is a D/Hr story, not Draco/Faruiza, but I had to put some creator/creation action in there somewhere! Please review, no flames.