disclaimer: snorts Yeah fucking right...
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crappery: Vell...We are officially in October! Wee! I'm looking at about four or so episodes until the Christmas ones start up! After that it's gonna be so...never mind, can't reveal that stuff! Oh yeah, I have absolutely nothing against flames, but if you do flame, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE leave me your email address so I can rant a bit to you through email and not here? At least give me your name instead a bunch of dashes!
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cherri-lime91: Wow! Thank you!
zenni: Hehe, you won't have to wait long for the Hufflepuff/Slytherin match!! It should be in about two or so chapters!
YamiClara: I will.
Crazedgurl1291: Snape's been on Mynee's ass kickin' list since the beginning. Draco will know what she is by the end of the book...Really?? I'm so touched!!
listona: Well, Draco is kind of confused about all the stuff he has over heard and is just filing it away. He will be starting to be getting an idea by the end of the Chrimbi holidays...Err...As I mentioned above, about four, give or take a couple, episodes until the Christmas ones, which I already have pretty much written.
K2sk8terGurl113: Aww...That's so sweet! Thank you so much!
gottalovedrakie: Snape is actually extremely hot...gets dreamy eyes
B: Thank you, I did! I got an iPod!
AmericanDemon: I insulted young people? I'm SO sorry! I'm young myself...Hehe, I'm a year older then you...Go Geminis! We kick ass!
FunnyCatGirl: Thank you! Well...It helps if you have an original idea. If not, try coming up with as many plot twists as you can come up with. Having popular pairings does help quite a lot too...I have some stories that are DM/OC and those have like ten reviews, but my friends absolutely love them. It really depends on your readers.
Tigoamy: Hehe, he might kiss him yet!
Raven55: That's okay! I used to live in Scotland, it is small too!!
alexandria: I wouldn't mind having them get back together in the end, but imagine this: Your two best friends have just been using you since you guys met, they call you by the name your extremely abusive uncle gave you, and regularly try to duff you up. Would you really be all sweet and forgiving to them? I sure as hell wouldn't...Aww...What do you dream about?
dreamingmaggie: This soon enough?
NekoKaijuu: That is so sweet! Is it really good enough to be fallen in love with??
Horsemaster1: Oh Merlin's spotty bottom no! I don't want to wear the pink dress! PLEASE!
Usagigreenleaf657: There isn't really any Draco/Mynee relationship in this one, just a bit of warmth at the end...But yeah...There will be much next chapter, Halloween Dance!!
Queen Isawien of Lothlorian: Aww...I'm writing as fast as I can.
Felinefire: This fast enough?
alexandria: You came to your senses m'dear!! AHh...But Harry is literally insane. It would be close to impossible...And sadly enough, it really doesn't fit in with the plot line...
emily: Sure, kinda forgot to do that last time...No, Draco doesn't know she's a Vampyre at this moment in time.
-----: First of all, I am EXTREMELY offended. I am used to having my religion being down spoken, but really...You have never been to a Coven of Vampire's before because there is no such bloody thing! No matter how much I, nor any one else for that matter, wish, Vampires nor Vampyres or real. Which sucks horrendously because it would be fucking awesome if they did...Secondly, I don't have to go by J.K.R's rules if I don't bloody well want to. This is my fic, not hers. I may be using her characters, but not her plot line. I'm sure there is some charm or something in the library that allows muggle things to work. Why would wizards, who know nothing about muggle culture, believe in God? They most likely don't even know who he is. I myself don't believe in God, but an older religion that's been around longer. And who's to say that they don't believe in the Greeks deities or the Roman ones. They could be Pagans or Wiccas!! I bloody well am so keep your mouth shut about them...I'm sick of people bashing my damn religion! About the Coven, they wouldn't be worshiping some 'ungodly being or Satan' because to them, the Goddess is their deity and the devil is the Horned Man, her consort. Oh yeah, before I go, learn how to spell and speak properly you stupid bint! Your flame was freaking hard to read! And if you are going to flame, at least be brave enough to leave a signed review with your name. It's so weak of you to leave a bunch of fucking dashes as your name because you're afraid of my reaction.
Honey Mocha Citrus: Well...It might have something to do with the sequel...Though it could just be the wanderings of my demented mind.
NitenGale: NO! Snape is here to the end when he might be killed off...I dunno, but I need him in the story because I love him so.
Honey Mocha Citrus: Aww...I dunno, it frankly bugs me. Just because we're still young doesn't mean we can't love like a person who's in their forties. Stupid monkeys.
Er...Sorry about the above rant...I just hate when people bash my religion...It makes me really really angry...Now onto the fic!
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A Rose's Thorn, Chapter Twenty Three
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The early winter grew harsher until it was near impossible to go outside without freezing one's ass off. October threw itself upon the world
like a wave onto the shore, effectively covering the viewable world in frost and deep snowdrifts. The castle sparkled like a jewel in the frigid air
and in the time approaching the witching hour, a window in a thick tower glimmered due to the light from the fire within. Mynee sat in front of the
flames, her lips moving in silent words as she talked to Evi within her mind. She knew she did not have to articulate, even noiselessly, what she
spoke, but habit, like breathing, drove her to do so. Her familiar drew his presence away from her, his parting words pounding her head.
'Feed, it has been too long.'
She heaved a massive sigh and dropped her face into her outstretched hands. She did not want to feed. She did not want to go kill someone so
she could stay alive. She knew it was the curse all of her kind was forced to bear, but that hardly consoled her. She simply wanted to be a normal
witch again, free of the stresses that she was granted as a Vampyre. She raked her fingers through her hair and closed her eyes. Halloween was
the next night and she would have no time to feed then, unless she wanted to turn the dance into a massive bloodbath. A slight smirk crossed her
lips, Dumbledore would never approve if she murdered half the student population in a single night. In all actuality, despite all the legends, even
though they were not about her kind, a single Vampyre or even Vampire for that matter, could not kill and drain any more the three mortals in a
single setting. Two was seriously pushing it and three, well, they would be unconscious for several days as their bodies processed all of that
luscious, salty blood...She rapidly shook her head, a snort escaping her.
"Right Hermione, you really need to stop thinking about feeding...You don't need to. You fed almost eight days ago on Evi."
Her stomach grumbled angrily, shoots of stabbing pains running up her arms and legs. She winced and rubbed her belly, willing her body to stop
complaining. That only pissed it off more and she nearly collapsed from its rebellious nature.
"Fucking hell...I'll go feed now, happy your Majesty?" She ignored the fact that she was talking to herself.
She pushed herself up onto her feet and let out a high pitched squeak when someone wrapped their arms around her waist. She mentally did a
quick check on the people who could be close enough to her personage to touch her. When a puff of someone's breath molested her neck, she
knew who he was.
"Draco get your bloody hands off my hips. You fergging scared me." She hissed.
He tightened his hold on her, pulling her closer so her back was pressed against his chest.
"Hmm...I seem to have been doing that all not lately."
Her cheeks did not even grow slightly pink as she became embarrassed when he referred to the night before when she had gotten out of the
shower with only a towel on. He had come in and tapped her shoulder, causing her to scream hysterically and nearly drop the towel.
"Shadup you evil bastard." She turned around in his arms and kissed him lightly.
It was then he noticed how skinny and sickly his girlfriend looked. His brows snapped together as he picked up one of her arms and gently touched
her far too slender wrists.
"Have you been eating enough Hermione? You look like you're starving yourself. You seem to have lost so much weight in the past few...days.
What's going on?"
Mynee sighed and pulled out of his grip. She hated all the times she had to explain to him that her metabolism was so high that her body began to
eat itself if she did not feed herself enough. She snorted mentally and pulled her wrist away from him. She could smell the blood pounding in his
veins, she had to get away. She forced a very soft smile onto her lips.
"I haven't really been hungry lately. I was just about to go downstairs and get something to eat..." She started to edge towards the door.
He sighed quietly and looked at her with tender eyes. "You do know if you need to talk, you can always come to me, right?" He so desperately
wanted her to come forward with whatever secret she was carrying around, he wanted to know; but he would wait until she told him.
She nodded furiously and literally flung herself out of the common room. He sighed very quietly and shook his head.
Mynee gasped for air as she pressed her back against the cold stone wall outside of the common room. She had almost attacked her
boyfriend. A shiver ran through her and she cracked her head against granite behind, barely feeling the ribbon of pain lacing down her spine. She
screwed her eyes up and ground her fists into them, a shiver racking her body. She had to feed soon; it was no longer an option. Evi's blood would
not sustain her any longer; she had to have mortal blood very soon. She dropped her face into her hands and pulled her wand out of her robes.
After casing numerous charms and glamours on herself, she conjured a floor length mirror. A tall, golden skinned woman with thick hair darker then
tar flowed down her back to her hips in a shining mass. Her eyes were almond shape and a rich amber color. Her tight fitting blood red robes offset
her hair perfectly, hidden beneath a set of extremely thick black robes that would block out the frigid weather outside. She sighed very quietly and
spelled several crimson flowers into her hair, artfully weaved into the locks. She cast a final invisibility spell on herself and then jammed her wand
into one of the innermost pockets of these new, well made robes. She took a deep breath and then set off, striding down the halls of Hogwarts
down to the Entrance Hall.
Mynee walked slowly down the main road of Hogsmeade. The frigid wind was sweeping about her, but she really did not notice. All she could
concentrate on was the aching pain in the pit of her belly, driving her to find the closest beating heart. A stabbing agony attacked her muscles
and she dropped to her knees, a gasp slipping from her lips. This was why she had never waited longer then five days to feed, it always ended up
in her nearly passing out from the pain and attacking the nearest human. A very soft cry erupted from her lips as she sensed someone walking very
close by her. She quickly took in her surroundings, a nasty smile crossing her face when she saw she was in an alley way extremely close to the
Three Broom Sticks. She closed her eyes and sucked in a lung full of air. That person was within two meters of her and she could almost reach
them...She lunged out of the gloom and snatched someone, a woman, out of the murky street, pulling her back into the semi-darkness. Mynee's
face contorted with hunger into the terrifying face of a starving Vampyre.
"Hello my darling pet." She crooned, her eyes reddening and the pupils dilating so she could see as well as possible in her weakened state in the
darkness.
The woman she was holding thrashed around fiercely. "Let me go you fucking murderer! You won't kill me!"
She laughed darkly and leaned her head down, none to gently raking her horribly sharp fangs against her neck "Oh really now pet? How can you tell
me I am not going to kill you?"
Mynee rammed her elongated teeth into the woman's flesh and started greedily draining her body of the fluids that kept her alive. The woman's
violent attempts at getting away from her captor started dwindling as her blood very rapidly began flowing out of her body. Several moments
passed and the woman went completely limp. Mynee snorted darkly as she shoved the body away from her. She was not very sure who she had
killed, but her sight was improving rapidly as she wiped away the blood resting on her lips. A soft squeak came from her when she recognized the
very still form at her feet. Rosemerta, the proprietor of the Three Brook Sticks was rapidly cooling and quite dead. She pressed a hand against her
mouth in horror, but that feeling was quickly taken over by extreme disgust. She distinctly remembered the truly horrible looks she had given to her
the year before when she had nearly collapsed from the stress of trying to figure out how to defeat the disgusting bastard, formerly known as
Voldemort. Mynee remembered hearing her say she was so worn out from whoring with her boyfriend, Ron at the time, and Harry constantly. All of
her friendly feelings for the woman disappeared instantly at that time and had been replaced with cold dislike. She snorted darkly and pushed
herself to her feet, running her hands over her clothing as she made sure there was no blood covering her. She was not very happy to admit it to
herself, but she was still hungry and it would not bode well if she was not perfectly sated for dance the next night, or she would attack. She
sighed quietly and stepped out into the faintly flickering shine of a ball of fire that served as a wizarding street light. To anyone passing, the
slightly red glow that settled over her made her appear slightly demonic, only adding to her rapidly shrinking fangs and browning eyes. Something
stung fiercely on her cheek and she raised her hand to press against the half moon shaped, freely bleeding black blood trickling down her cheek.
That damn rose had sharp thorns. She scowled darkly as her flesh began to knit back up and dropped her hand back down to her side. She looked
around the street, searching for anyone with a considerable amount of darkness on the vividly bright auras. She caught sight of her prey and
disappeared into the night.
Draco quietly knocked on his girlfriend's bedroom door, wanting to show her the front page article in the Daily Prophet. He heard a groan
come from within and admitted himself, laughing softly when he saw her. She had burrowed down under the thick covers and had managed to pull
them around her like a cocoon. He walked over to the bed and sat down next to her, the newspaper tightly in his hand.
"Hermione, wake up. You should read this."
She muttered something and tried to cover more of her head with the blankets. He just chuckled and opened up the paper.
"Fine, but there's been another murder, two actually, down in Hogsmeade. One was Rosemerta from the Three Broomsticks! The other was some
vagrant who was in much better condition then Rosie. She nearly had her head pulled off from her body. It was weird, they both looked like they
had been drained of their blood and then had their throats slit. Think this serial murder is a Vampire? I mean the killings only happen at night. Could
it be a possibility?"
Mynee poked her head out of her nest and looked at him with a raised brow, it quite comical with her hair fluffing out around her head.
"A Vampire? Why in God's name would the killer be one of them? There's nothing of interest in Hogsmeade apart from Hogwarts, but it'd be stupid
to try and kill a student. It's probably just some deranged wizard living in the Shrieking Shack."
Draco looked at her for a moment, down at the paper, and then dropped it on the floor. He sprawled his muscular body out next to hers and
prodded her side, at least what he thought was her side, until she moved over enough for him to be comfortable.
"Hermione?"
"Wha?" She mumbled groggily.
"Who's God?"
"God?" She said blearily. "He's some dude muggles worship. Some use the word God like we use Merlin. Silly really, it's clear what ever deity there
is, is a woman."
He simply snorted and stretched on her bed. "Whatever and thank you for that lovely little piece of information about muggle society."
Mynee pulled the blanket away from her head, the muscle beneath her left eye twitching in warning. "Welcome. Now piss off!" She shrieked,
grabbing one of the many pillows from beside her and started thwacking him hard with it. "Return to the hell hole you can from you evil bastard! I
don't care about the news! I want to sleep for a hundred years! Leave the buggery hell alone!" She wailed.
Her boyfriend snickered and lightly kissed her tousled head. "Of course my dearest beloved angel! I'll just leave you to your beauty sleep. Though I
don't think you need it."
She was about to say something sweetish, as nice as she could in her groggy state, when he spoke again.
"But it won't help you at all."
"You BASTARD!" She hollered and threw a pillow at him.
He caught it with the easy grace of a Quidditch player and set it down beside her head. He smiled pleasantly her and grabbed the Daily Prophet
from the floor. "See you when you arise from the dead love!"
She groaned loudly and groped for her wand, sending a pinching charm at his rapidly disappearing arse. "Stupid man whore." She muttered before
she fell asleep again.
She never noticed the fire sputtering into life and the slightly singed letter flying out of the flames. The parchment skittered across the floor and
rested right where she would put her feet out of her bed when she finally pulled herself out of her slumber.
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Blegh, really really really really really short episode...I'm sorry, but the past two have been really long, like at least four thousand words each...This was really just a transition episode...
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Your Lord and Master;
Foamy the Squirrel
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crappery: Vell...We are officially in October! Wee! I'm looking at about four or so episodes until the Christmas ones start up! After that it's gonna be so...never mind, can't reveal that stuff! Oh yeah, I have absolutely nothing against flames, but if you do flame, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE leave me your email address so I can rant a bit to you through email and not here? At least give me your name instead a bunch of dashes!
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cherri-lime91: Wow! Thank you!
zenni: Hehe, you won't have to wait long for the Hufflepuff/Slytherin match!! It should be in about two or so chapters!
YamiClara: I will.
Crazedgurl1291: Snape's been on Mynee's ass kickin' list since the beginning. Draco will know what she is by the end of the book...Really?? I'm so touched!!
listona: Well, Draco is kind of confused about all the stuff he has over heard and is just filing it away. He will be starting to be getting an idea by the end of the Chrimbi holidays...Err...As I mentioned above, about four, give or take a couple, episodes until the Christmas ones, which I already have pretty much written.
K2sk8terGurl113: Aww...That's so sweet! Thank you so much!
gottalovedrakie: Snape is actually extremely hot...gets dreamy eyes
B: Thank you, I did! I got an iPod!
AmericanDemon: I insulted young people? I'm SO sorry! I'm young myself...Hehe, I'm a year older then you...Go Geminis! We kick ass!
FunnyCatGirl: Thank you! Well...It helps if you have an original idea. If not, try coming up with as many plot twists as you can come up with. Having popular pairings does help quite a lot too...I have some stories that are DM/OC and those have like ten reviews, but my friends absolutely love them. It really depends on your readers.
Tigoamy: Hehe, he might kiss him yet!
Raven55: That's okay! I used to live in Scotland, it is small too!!
alexandria: I wouldn't mind having them get back together in the end, but imagine this: Your two best friends have just been using you since you guys met, they call you by the name your extremely abusive uncle gave you, and regularly try to duff you up. Would you really be all sweet and forgiving to them? I sure as hell wouldn't...Aww...What do you dream about?
dreamingmaggie: This soon enough?
NekoKaijuu: That is so sweet! Is it really good enough to be fallen in love with??
Horsemaster1: Oh Merlin's spotty bottom no! I don't want to wear the pink dress! PLEASE!
Usagigreenleaf657: There isn't really any Draco/Mynee relationship in this one, just a bit of warmth at the end...But yeah...There will be much next chapter, Halloween Dance!!
Queen Isawien of Lothlorian: Aww...I'm writing as fast as I can.
Felinefire: This fast enough?
alexandria: You came to your senses m'dear!! AHh...But Harry is literally insane. It would be close to impossible...And sadly enough, it really doesn't fit in with the plot line...
emily: Sure, kinda forgot to do that last time...No, Draco doesn't know she's a Vampyre at this moment in time.
-----: First of all, I am EXTREMELY offended. I am used to having my religion being down spoken, but really...You have never been to a Coven of Vampire's before because there is no such bloody thing! No matter how much I, nor any one else for that matter, wish, Vampires nor Vampyres or real. Which sucks horrendously because it would be fucking awesome if they did...Secondly, I don't have to go by J.K.R's rules if I don't bloody well want to. This is my fic, not hers. I may be using her characters, but not her plot line. I'm sure there is some charm or something in the library that allows muggle things to work. Why would wizards, who know nothing about muggle culture, believe in God? They most likely don't even know who he is. I myself don't believe in God, but an older religion that's been around longer. And who's to say that they don't believe in the Greeks deities or the Roman ones. They could be Pagans or Wiccas!! I bloody well am so keep your mouth shut about them...I'm sick of people bashing my damn religion! About the Coven, they wouldn't be worshiping some 'ungodly being or Satan' because to them, the Goddess is their deity and the devil is the Horned Man, her consort. Oh yeah, before I go, learn how to spell and speak properly you stupid bint! Your flame was freaking hard to read! And if you are going to flame, at least be brave enough to leave a signed review with your name. It's so weak of you to leave a bunch of fucking dashes as your name because you're afraid of my reaction.
Honey Mocha Citrus: Well...It might have something to do with the sequel...Though it could just be the wanderings of my demented mind.
NitenGale: NO! Snape is here to the end when he might be killed off...I dunno, but I need him in the story because I love him so.
Honey Mocha Citrus: Aww...I dunno, it frankly bugs me. Just because we're still young doesn't mean we can't love like a person who's in their forties. Stupid monkeys.
Er...Sorry about the above rant...I just hate when people bash my religion...It makes me really really angry...Now onto the fic!
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A Rose's Thorn, Chapter Twenty Three
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The early winter grew harsher until it was near impossible to go outside without freezing one's ass off. October threw itself upon the world
like a wave onto the shore, effectively covering the viewable world in frost and deep snowdrifts. The castle sparkled like a jewel in the frigid air
and in the time approaching the witching hour, a window in a thick tower glimmered due to the light from the fire within. Mynee sat in front of the
flames, her lips moving in silent words as she talked to Evi within her mind. She knew she did not have to articulate, even noiselessly, what she
spoke, but habit, like breathing, drove her to do so. Her familiar drew his presence away from her, his parting words pounding her head.
'Feed, it has been too long.'
She heaved a massive sigh and dropped her face into her outstretched hands. She did not want to feed. She did not want to go kill someone so
she could stay alive. She knew it was the curse all of her kind was forced to bear, but that hardly consoled her. She simply wanted to be a normal
witch again, free of the stresses that she was granted as a Vampyre. She raked her fingers through her hair and closed her eyes. Halloween was
the next night and she would have no time to feed then, unless she wanted to turn the dance into a massive bloodbath. A slight smirk crossed her
lips, Dumbledore would never approve if she murdered half the student population in a single night. In all actuality, despite all the legends, even
though they were not about her kind, a single Vampyre or even Vampire for that matter, could not kill and drain any more the three mortals in a
single setting. Two was seriously pushing it and three, well, they would be unconscious for several days as their bodies processed all of that
luscious, salty blood...She rapidly shook her head, a snort escaping her.
"Right Hermione, you really need to stop thinking about feeding...You don't need to. You fed almost eight days ago on Evi."
Her stomach grumbled angrily, shoots of stabbing pains running up her arms and legs. She winced and rubbed her belly, willing her body to stop
complaining. That only pissed it off more and she nearly collapsed from its rebellious nature.
"Fucking hell...I'll go feed now, happy your Majesty?" She ignored the fact that she was talking to herself.
She pushed herself up onto her feet and let out a high pitched squeak when someone wrapped their arms around her waist. She mentally did a
quick check on the people who could be close enough to her personage to touch her. When a puff of someone's breath molested her neck, she
knew who he was.
"Draco get your bloody hands off my hips. You fergging scared me." She hissed.
He tightened his hold on her, pulling her closer so her back was pressed against his chest.
"Hmm...I seem to have been doing that all not lately."
Her cheeks did not even grow slightly pink as she became embarrassed when he referred to the night before when she had gotten out of the
shower with only a towel on. He had come in and tapped her shoulder, causing her to scream hysterically and nearly drop the towel.
"Shadup you evil bastard." She turned around in his arms and kissed him lightly.
It was then he noticed how skinny and sickly his girlfriend looked. His brows snapped together as he picked up one of her arms and gently touched
her far too slender wrists.
"Have you been eating enough Hermione? You look like you're starving yourself. You seem to have lost so much weight in the past few...days.
What's going on?"
Mynee sighed and pulled out of his grip. She hated all the times she had to explain to him that her metabolism was so high that her body began to
eat itself if she did not feed herself enough. She snorted mentally and pulled her wrist away from him. She could smell the blood pounding in his
veins, she had to get away. She forced a very soft smile onto her lips.
"I haven't really been hungry lately. I was just about to go downstairs and get something to eat..." She started to edge towards the door.
He sighed quietly and looked at her with tender eyes. "You do know if you need to talk, you can always come to me, right?" He so desperately
wanted her to come forward with whatever secret she was carrying around, he wanted to know; but he would wait until she told him.
She nodded furiously and literally flung herself out of the common room. He sighed very quietly and shook his head.
Mynee gasped for air as she pressed her back against the cold stone wall outside of the common room. She had almost attacked her
boyfriend. A shiver ran through her and she cracked her head against granite behind, barely feeling the ribbon of pain lacing down her spine. She
screwed her eyes up and ground her fists into them, a shiver racking her body. She had to feed soon; it was no longer an option. Evi's blood would
not sustain her any longer; she had to have mortal blood very soon. She dropped her face into her hands and pulled her wand out of her robes.
After casing numerous charms and glamours on herself, she conjured a floor length mirror. A tall, golden skinned woman with thick hair darker then
tar flowed down her back to her hips in a shining mass. Her eyes were almond shape and a rich amber color. Her tight fitting blood red robes offset
her hair perfectly, hidden beneath a set of extremely thick black robes that would block out the frigid weather outside. She sighed very quietly and
spelled several crimson flowers into her hair, artfully weaved into the locks. She cast a final invisibility spell on herself and then jammed her wand
into one of the innermost pockets of these new, well made robes. She took a deep breath and then set off, striding down the halls of Hogwarts
down to the Entrance Hall.
Mynee walked slowly down the main road of Hogsmeade. The frigid wind was sweeping about her, but she really did not notice. All she could
concentrate on was the aching pain in the pit of her belly, driving her to find the closest beating heart. A stabbing agony attacked her muscles
and she dropped to her knees, a gasp slipping from her lips. This was why she had never waited longer then five days to feed, it always ended up
in her nearly passing out from the pain and attacking the nearest human. A very soft cry erupted from her lips as she sensed someone walking very
close by her. She quickly took in her surroundings, a nasty smile crossing her face when she saw she was in an alley way extremely close to the
Three Broom Sticks. She closed her eyes and sucked in a lung full of air. That person was within two meters of her and she could almost reach
them...She lunged out of the gloom and snatched someone, a woman, out of the murky street, pulling her back into the semi-darkness. Mynee's
face contorted with hunger into the terrifying face of a starving Vampyre.
"Hello my darling pet." She crooned, her eyes reddening and the pupils dilating so she could see as well as possible in her weakened state in the
darkness.
The woman she was holding thrashed around fiercely. "Let me go you fucking murderer! You won't kill me!"
She laughed darkly and leaned her head down, none to gently raking her horribly sharp fangs against her neck "Oh really now pet? How can you tell
me I am not going to kill you?"
Mynee rammed her elongated teeth into the woman's flesh and started greedily draining her body of the fluids that kept her alive. The woman's
violent attempts at getting away from her captor started dwindling as her blood very rapidly began flowing out of her body. Several moments
passed and the woman went completely limp. Mynee snorted darkly as she shoved the body away from her. She was not very sure who she had
killed, but her sight was improving rapidly as she wiped away the blood resting on her lips. A soft squeak came from her when she recognized the
very still form at her feet. Rosemerta, the proprietor of the Three Brook Sticks was rapidly cooling and quite dead. She pressed a hand against her
mouth in horror, but that feeling was quickly taken over by extreme disgust. She distinctly remembered the truly horrible looks she had given to her
the year before when she had nearly collapsed from the stress of trying to figure out how to defeat the disgusting bastard, formerly known as
Voldemort. Mynee remembered hearing her say she was so worn out from whoring with her boyfriend, Ron at the time, and Harry constantly. All of
her friendly feelings for the woman disappeared instantly at that time and had been replaced with cold dislike. She snorted darkly and pushed
herself to her feet, running her hands over her clothing as she made sure there was no blood covering her. She was not very happy to admit it to
herself, but she was still hungry and it would not bode well if she was not perfectly sated for dance the next night, or she would attack. She
sighed quietly and stepped out into the faintly flickering shine of a ball of fire that served as a wizarding street light. To anyone passing, the
slightly red glow that settled over her made her appear slightly demonic, only adding to her rapidly shrinking fangs and browning eyes. Something
stung fiercely on her cheek and she raised her hand to press against the half moon shaped, freely bleeding black blood trickling down her cheek.
That damn rose had sharp thorns. She scowled darkly as her flesh began to knit back up and dropped her hand back down to her side. She looked
around the street, searching for anyone with a considerable amount of darkness on the vividly bright auras. She caught sight of her prey and
disappeared into the night.
Draco quietly knocked on his girlfriend's bedroom door, wanting to show her the front page article in the Daily Prophet. He heard a groan
come from within and admitted himself, laughing softly when he saw her. She had burrowed down under the thick covers and had managed to pull
them around her like a cocoon. He walked over to the bed and sat down next to her, the newspaper tightly in his hand.
"Hermione, wake up. You should read this."
She muttered something and tried to cover more of her head with the blankets. He just chuckled and opened up the paper.
"Fine, but there's been another murder, two actually, down in Hogsmeade. One was Rosemerta from the Three Broomsticks! The other was some
vagrant who was in much better condition then Rosie. She nearly had her head pulled off from her body. It was weird, they both looked like they
had been drained of their blood and then had their throats slit. Think this serial murder is a Vampire? I mean the killings only happen at night. Could
it be a possibility?"
Mynee poked her head out of her nest and looked at him with a raised brow, it quite comical with her hair fluffing out around her head.
"A Vampire? Why in God's name would the killer be one of them? There's nothing of interest in Hogsmeade apart from Hogwarts, but it'd be stupid
to try and kill a student. It's probably just some deranged wizard living in the Shrieking Shack."
Draco looked at her for a moment, down at the paper, and then dropped it on the floor. He sprawled his muscular body out next to hers and
prodded her side, at least what he thought was her side, until she moved over enough for him to be comfortable.
"Hermione?"
"Wha?" She mumbled groggily.
"Who's God?"
"God?" She said blearily. "He's some dude muggles worship. Some use the word God like we use Merlin. Silly really, it's clear what ever deity there
is, is a woman."
He simply snorted and stretched on her bed. "Whatever and thank you for that lovely little piece of information about muggle society."
Mynee pulled the blanket away from her head, the muscle beneath her left eye twitching in warning. "Welcome. Now piss off!" She shrieked,
grabbing one of the many pillows from beside her and started thwacking him hard with it. "Return to the hell hole you can from you evil bastard! I
don't care about the news! I want to sleep for a hundred years! Leave the buggery hell alone!" She wailed.
Her boyfriend snickered and lightly kissed her tousled head. "Of course my dearest beloved angel! I'll just leave you to your beauty sleep. Though I
don't think you need it."
She was about to say something sweetish, as nice as she could in her groggy state, when he spoke again.
"But it won't help you at all."
"You BASTARD!" She hollered and threw a pillow at him.
He caught it with the easy grace of a Quidditch player and set it down beside her head. He smiled pleasantly her and grabbed the Daily Prophet
from the floor. "See you when you arise from the dead love!"
She groaned loudly and groped for her wand, sending a pinching charm at his rapidly disappearing arse. "Stupid man whore." She muttered before
she fell asleep again.
She never noticed the fire sputtering into life and the slightly singed letter flying out of the flames. The parchment skittered across the floor and
rested right where she would put her feet out of her bed when she finally pulled herself out of her slumber.
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Blegh, really really really really really short episode...I'm sorry, but the past two have been really long, like at least four thousand words each...This was really just a transition episode...
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Your Lord and Master;
Foamy the Squirrel