Title: Scelto Per Qualcosa
Author: Innocence
Author Notes: Whew! Last chapter everyone!
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Draco's cloak swirled, almost like it was angry, as he stalked down the hall. He spat the affectionate password at the portrait of the maiden/knight lovebirds. The scowl on his face indicated that his cloak was merely reflecting the emotion of it's owner.
Draco didn't pause in the torch lit corridor, he entered the round without hesitation. Faruiza looked up from the novel she was reading while stretched out languidly on the love seat-like chair Dumbledore had provided for her comfort.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Draco stormed, standing a few feet in front of her. Faruiza looked down again.
"So, she finally gave it to you," Faruiza said softly, closing her book and idly traced the cover with her finger tips.
"You planned this? All of this? My motherwantedthis for me?!"
"It was the only way, you know that," Faruiza forced a smile, but kept her head down, only looking at him through her long, dark eyelashes, "Your father changed after the marriage, he wanted you for the Dark Lord, a powerful servant. Your mother knew the only way to keep you from that was me,"
Draco sighed, his face no longer showed any outward signs of anger. He knew Faruiza had probably slipped some soothing Sire-Childe magick in there, but he went with the calm flow.
"Why didn't you tell me, why Hermione?"
"I strayed from the plan," Faruiza kept her eyes downcast, "I couldn't stop myself from draining you, when she stopped me, I integrated her. You need her, Draco,"
He rolled his eyes but he knew she was right. Ever since Hermione 'saved' his life the personal link between the two of them had been haywire with connection.
"Draco, your mother and I did what we had to," Faruiza stood and placed a delicate hand on his arm.
"I know," Draco pulled back and their eyes met. Glowing, fiery yellow-green to glinting, icy silver-blue, "I know,"
Faruiza nodded and Draco turned to leave.
Lucius walked slowly, pacing himself with nice even steps. A Malfoy should never appear angry, should never be hurried.
The fool of a headmaster's office was right in front of in him, and McGonagall was in step beside him. She whispered the password to the gargoyle, extra careful to make sure he didn't hear her, then proceeded to lead him up the spiral stairs.
"Mister Malfoy, it's a pleasure to see you. Back again so soon?" The ancient wizard was sitting behind his desk in brilliant, violet robes, nibbling on a crumpet. Like vermin would a tiny crumb.
Lucius forced a tight-lipped smile, "Yes, I came to speak to Draco. His mother gave me a terribly important message to give him, you know how mothers are,"
"Of course I do," Dumbledore stood up, "I believe he should be in the Slytherin dungeons. I believe you remember where they are." Lucius nodded and spun on his heel, getting a tight grip on his wand.
"Are you sure this is okay?" Hermione asked, tightening her grip on Draco's hand.
"Yes, I wouldn't bring you here if it wasn't," Draco smiled, half-smirked.
Hermione glanced around warily. The Slytherin dungeons were not the best place for a high-profile Gryffindor to be.
Blaise was sitting by the fire with an empty chair across from him. Draco sat down and pulled her down onto his lap. Hermione squeaked shock, but smiled all the same.
Draco and Blaise laughed, and shared a look. Hermione wasn't sure if she liked that, but kept smiling all the same.
"So this is who you leave me for?" Blaise sniffed in mock disgust, or at least what Hermione hoped was mock.
"Aw, don't be mad, baby, I still love you," Draco grinned, "She's just different, that's all," Blaise laughed, but soon went into a pout.
"Damn right she's different, she's a girl! Yuck!" Blaise smiled at her sincerely this time, "Don't listen to me-"
"That's for sure," Draco muttered. Blaise flipped him off.
"I'm happy for you and Draco. He's a good kisser though, I'll have a hard time getting over him," Blaise sniffled, and Hermione laughed.
Hermione gently pressed her lips to Draco's and murmured in appreciation at their softness. Draco nibbled gently at her bottom lip and ran his tongue across her top lip.
She moaned and allowed him access. His tongue slid into her awaiting, hot mouth and she moaned in pleasure. His coolness glided over her heat and she pulled him closer.
"This is disgusting!" The two parted quickly, Hermione even going so far as to jump off his lap.
A furious Lucius Malfoy stood at the entrance to the Slytherin common room, his usually dead eyes blazing in contempt. "Look at what that animal has reduced you to. Associating with mudbloods," He spat.
Draco rose, shaking with fury. Malfoys are never supposed to appear angry, but the half-vampire appeared mad as hell.
"Draco," Blaise warned, but the blonde ignored him.
"Father," His voice was even, but his eyes were electric, "This is none of your concern, you need to leave. Immediately."
Lucius scoffed, "You foolish boy. You are going to throw everything I have given you away," He stepped closer and Draco moved in front of a petrified Hermione.
"I raised you perfectly, and you disappoint me so much," In a flurry, Lucius had his wand pointed directly at his sons heart.
Draco's blue eyes widened and his breathing stopped completely, his eyes were burning but he didn't dare blink. No sudden movements, right?
"Oh.my.god." Hermione breathed, clutching at the back of Draco's shirt. He tensed at the movement and so did Lucius.
"Avada Kedavra," Lucius hissed with a vengeance. The green bolt shot with lightening speed, striking Draco's heart dead on.
Hermione screamed and Blaise was at his friends side in an instant.
Draco's insides were burning but he couldn't feel a thing. Colors and lights flashed before his eyes in vivid semblances but everything was foggy.
"Draco?" A scared voice cut through. He knew that voice. Blaise. Draco's eyes fluttered open, pale blonde lashes accented his pseudo-fragility. His vision cleared and his friend's handsome face swam into view.
"Holy shit!" Blaise grinned through his tearful expression. Hermione laughed in relief, but it came out chocked as it mixed with her sobs. Her helped him up to face an infuriated and shell shocked Lucius.
"How-?" He started.
"Congratulations Lucius, you've managed to kill off the part of him that made him a wizard," Faruiza taunted, beautiful face set in grim seriousness despite her mocking tone. Her apparition smoke trailed behind her like a cloak as she appeared seamlessly. "He's all vampire now, what I avoided making him, and you did it. Made him more powerful," Her hips swayed as she came to stand next to the three surprised teenagers.
Draco felt a rush to his head as he stared at his father. His muscles screamed in power and adrenaline, and his senses cleared like they had at the quidditch match, only many times more. All he could hear was his father's blood running through his veins, pumping in fear. And he wanted it. The blood lust had been held off by his wizard's side, but that was gone now.
The wall that had held it back had been broken.
Draco surged forward, knocking the older man back into the cold, stone wall. He could feel his canines elongate into fangs, and he ran his tongue over them menacingly.
Lucius reeked of fear, and Draco was full of confidence.
"Don't be scared, Dad, you always taught me not to let anyone get in my way. Guess what? You're blocking me," Draco smirked cruelly. Lucius grimanced in pain and his son pulled his long, blonde hair roughly to the side, exposing his white column of skin.
"Draco, you don't have to do this," Hermione warned and Draco could sense Faruiza holding her back.
"I want to," And he plunged his virgin fangs deep into his father's jugular. Lucius gasped and clutched at Draco's smaller body, trying to push him away. It was no use.
Draco's porcelain skin was flushed with the heat of the dark blood running down his throat. It was metallic, sharp and tangy, and filled with evil. He could feelhis own father's life draining away as he took it, absorbed it into himself.
Lucius' body slid heavily down the wall as Draco released him. He licked the blood that was so similar to his own from his lips before turning around.
Faruiza looked at him with little pride and a little apprehension, not understandable. Blaise, with morbid interest. Hermione was unreadable.
"I had to do it," Draco moved and placed his hands lightly on her hips. She looked up, caramel eyes full of trust, pouty lips quivering.
"I know," She whispered, Draco was glad he had just drained his father or he might not have been able to keep himself from draining her innocence away.
"Draco, we have to go," Faruiza warned, "Voldemort will know when his inner-circle leader has fallen, and so will the Ministry,"
Draco nodded his now more brilliant then ever eyes locked on Hermione's.
"I'll come back for you," He pressed his lips to hers in a chaste kiss then pulled back.
"I love you," Hermione whispered, voice scratchy with emotion.
Draco smiled, "I love you too," He stepped back.
"Blaise," The brunette nodded in understanding.
Faruiza stepped up and took Draco's hand. Cold skin to cold skin.
"I'll come back," Draco repeated, eyes bright with emotion.
They dissaperated into two massless plumes of smoke, one white one black.
"Goodbye," Hermione whispered and tears cascaded down her face.
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