Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Pirates of the Caribbean, despite
how much I wish that I do.
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Crappery: First of all, I apologize profusely if I offended anyone with my ranting reply to that review on the previous episode. I have nothing against Catholics or Christians, my best friends all believe in God. I am so sorry if you found offense in what I said, I did not mean to offend anyone!! Now that that has been taken care of, I would like to as all of you to go and read my new story, Pretzels. The title is horribly random, but I couldn't think of anything else. It's a major AU and it's a DM/HG pairing, but whom else would I do? Please read it, the idea's been floating around my cranium for quite some time now. Enough rant, on to the reviews.
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gottalovedrakie: Snape is SO hot! Who cares if he's old? Johnny Depp is kinda old, but he's still hot...
zenni: Oh she opens that letter...
Padfootfan: Soon enough?
NitenGale: Er...You don't have to do that. I'm touched, but I don't like people touching my feet...
dreamingmaggie: I'm a Pagan/Wicca just a loverly little mixture of the two.
aliciablack52: Thank you, I will!
Rabbit: Hmm...How does garlic not effect her? Well, think of it this way: Her kind is all oppressed and stuff and they have evolved to be able to appear human if need be. So they can kinda switch off their intensified senses...That's about as well as I can explain it...Hope it helps!
Shadowed Rains: Your reviews aren't pointless! No reviews are pointless! I lub reviews!
Horsemaster1: Oh Goddess I don't want to ever think about that...My father made me try on a pink bikini and let me just tell you it scarred me.
Mojo the Rock Chick Munchkin: It's okay! Snape is AWESOME! Just not in this fic...
AmericanDemon: 14 pookie. Okay you put stress on the capitalized letters: VAMpire and vamPYRE. Helps? Immortal is the closest word humans can come up with to describe Mynee. She will never age, get sick, or anything like that, but she can die. How she can die, I won't reveal until the very end. Hope that helps Zippy Bubblebuns!
usagigreenleaf657: Will do.
littoxkigga: I'm sorry, my arsenal of Vampyres are already off killing people at the moment. As soon as one gets back I'll set it on your science teacher.
Dyth: Hehe...Not even close my dear!
cherri-lime91: I did not mean to offend you! I LUB you!! Pagan/Wicca actually...
jessi: I LOVE her books! They make me SO happy! Wee!
Mojo the Rock Chick Munchkin: Hehe...
Samurai Amaya: Yeah...I know I want it to come out NOW!
FunnyCatGirl: That's awesome! Yeah, it's nice to find someone who has the same believes as me...
Gwenivive: I know! Yeah, I got some bad karma for ranting with the last episode...Whoops! Got paid back in a review today as well...What goes around comes around!
Thanks for all the reviews! I LUB you all!! Onto the episode! Bwhaghahaa...
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Blood Test, Chapter Twenty Four
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Mynee woke up hours later and let out a loud groan. She hated getting up and she hated mornings even more. She groggily rubbed her eyes
and yawns quietly into one of her hands. She looked blearily at the luridly glowing numbers on her alarm clock and shuddered. It was only one in
the afternoon on Sunday. For a moment she forgot the date, and then a thrill ran through her. It was Halloween and the dance, more so a
masquerade ball was later that night. It was literally a 'snog your boyfriend for hours straight' and she could not be happier. She pushed herself up
into a sitting position and then swung her legs out of her bed. As her feet touched the ground, they just brushed a piece of parchment. Her brow
furrowed as she knelt down and picked up the letter. Her eyes widened at the ornate handwriting on the front, knowing instantly who it belonged
to. She gulped nervously and collapsed back onto her bed. She nervously opened it, readying herself for the worst.
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Ms Granger;
I have just finished reading this morning's Daily Prophet and I am not surprised to see that two more murders were committed last night.
Many of the faculty have been asking me if I know who is doing this and I have quite a suspicion that you and I both know who this murderess is.
I will not condemn you for you behaviour Ms Granger as I know it is impossible for you not to feed. But I ask you, can you try and keep the times
you feed to a bare minimum and the number of people you kill to one? Also, I do believe you should tell Mr. Malfoy about your condition. It would
be far better if he found out from you and not some sordid gossip I am sure is floating around this school. Feel free to come and speak to me
about anything if you feel the need.
Albus Dumbledore
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Her eyes widened slightly as it slid out from her fingers and onto her lap. Dumbledore had just said he was okay with her killing people, but in far
more words. Was it not his job to tell her that her feeding on the living was immoral and wrong and that she go boil her head? She snorted and
snatched her wand off the bedside. That letter was extremely disconcerting and it needed to go. She quickly levitated it and shot it into the still
burning fire. In seconds the paper was up in a blaze, flecks of delicate gray ash were drifting up the chimney. She shook her head and raked her
hands through her hair. She would never understand him for as long as she lived, he was a mystery, a conundrum that would astound and perplex
witches and wizards for generations to come. She sighed quietly and dropped her wand onto the dark covers on her bed. Mynee got up and walked
over to her armoire, throwing open the doors so she could look at the article of clothing she was going to wear that night. A slight smile crossed
her lips as she light dragged her fingers across the dark leather of the one piece she was going to wear that night. She was going as a cat black.
She was not really into the whole thing of dressing up as someone else for a night. She rather liked who she was with the exception of that
Vampyre thingy. A soft snort escaped her lips as she shut the doors softly and walked towards her bathroom. The dance started at eight and
ended at midnight. A warm feeling zinged through her as she thought of the magical witching hour. It amused to her to no end when she read the
Daily Prophet articles about the 'Mysterious Mass Murderer' who had killed around ten or twelve people since September. They proclaimed that
there would be a massive massacre sometime late that night, all because she was some 'dark entity that thrived on the pain of others' or
something equally idiotic and stupid that only one Rita Skeeter would come up with. She snorted cynically as she stripped out of her pajamas and
switched on the shower. What would be the point of feeding again so soon? Better not to follow what the newspapers said and be her own
Vampyre. An ever so slightly deranged cackle came from her as she pressed a hand to her mouth. It morphed into a giggle and she knew she was
back to normal, at least until hunger struck in her a two or three day's time.
An hour and a half later Mynee stumbled out of the shower, her red brown hair nearly black from water. A towel was wrapped loosely
around her torso and it, quite accidentally, exposed the beginnings of her cleavage. She staggered towards one of the large mirrors and slightly
angrily swiped the makeup she would be using later onto the floor. She looked at her appearance with a critical eye and snorted darkly. She really
was not much of a looker. Even with the aid of Vampyre blood, she still looked horribly plain. She shook her head and trudged out of the bathroom
and into her room, hissing in quiet discomfort when the very noticeable temperature difference attacked her.
"Bloody castle..." She muttered darkly.
Just as she was slipping a long sleeved black shirt on, her bedroom door flew open and a hyped Draco literally skipped in. He saw her clad in just a
shirt and a pair of knickers and let out a slightly feminine giggle.
"Tee-hee! Hermione's in her knickers!"
She simply rolled her eyes, not really caring about her state of undress. She picked up the floor length dark camo skirt covered in a mass of gothic
looking chains and slipped it on. She smiled when it rested on her hips and crossed her arms beneath her chest as she leaned against one of the
poles supporting her bed.
"What in the name of Merlin's left bum cheek do you want? I thought you had to do 'something important with Blaise' and so you would not be back
until seven thirty when I was supposed to be ready, but you know I wouldn't be?"
"We got it done faster then we thought."
"Aww...Your little liaison was cut short by a teacher? So sorry love." She said sweetly, getting him back from his early comment about her being a
lezzie.
He scowled at her and looked around for something to throw at her. "For you information wench, we both have girlfriends. We had to do some..."
He cleared his throat a little. "Manly things that I won't concern you womanly mind with."
Mynee snorted in an amused fashion and flicked her wet towel at him. She let out a crow of laughter when it smacked him in the face, water
dribbling onto his shirt.
"Don't call me wench you dirty man whore you!"
He dropped the towel and lunged at her, knocking her back onto the bed. She let out a squeak and lay still beneath him, one of her brows raised.
He grinned at her and brushed some of her wet and rapidly frizzing hair out of her eyes.
"Hello..." He said his voice suddenly quite deep.
She giggled quietly and rolled her eyes, shoving him off of her with a simple and easy push. "Oh bugger off ya big perv." She muttered, making the
muscle under her right eye twitch.
Draco chuckled quietly and reclined upon his girlfriend's bed. He watched her roll off and hit the ground with a soft thud, his laughter increasing at
her stream of curses that would make any sailor proud. When her head popped up above the covers, her damp hair even curlier then normal.
"Oh stop laughing you evil git. I'll castrate you."
His eyes widened as he laughed harder, he knew she would never do anything like that to him. Perhaps to Blaise if he rubbed her nerves raw, but
never him. She scowled darkly at him and pushed herself up onto her feet.
"I don't like you anymore...I'm gonna go get something to eat from the Kitchens."
It was then he noticed that she did not look so skinny and sickly as she had the night before. His brow furrowed slightly as he slipped of the bed
and stood before her, towering above her petite stature of a few inches over five feet.
"What did you eat last night Hermione? You look so much better...You don't look like a dying bird anymore."
She smiled warmly up to him, her heart nearly exploding with emotion. She was touched he was this concerned with her well being. She stood on
her tip toes and brushed her lips against his in a tender kiss. His hands automatically went around her waist, pulling her slender frame closer to his.
Her eyes closed as she encircled his neck with her arms, a happy almost purring noise starting to thrum in the back of her throat. He did not seem
to find this strange as he gently touched her lower lip with the tip of his tongue, asking for admittance to her mouth. She parted her lips slightly
and sighed very quietly when he began to map out the contours of her mouth. They continued to snog for several more minutes until the burning
need for air in their lungs grew to be a force too powerful for either of them to ignore. Mynee smiled warmly up to him and flicked some of her damp
hair over her shoulder. He kept one arm wrapped firmly around her waist as she turned, leading them out of her room.
Close to two hours later, Mynee traversed back into her room. She flopped onto her bed and stared up at the ceiling, her eyes vacant. She
was silently praising Merlin, the Goddess, and any other deity or powerful, dead figure that she had gorged herself last night. While she and Draco
had been munching away, he had been eating a mango, he had accidentally sliced open one of his fingers on the knife he was cutting his fruit up
with. The smell of blood had immediately been caught by her super sensitive nose and she had had to suppress the urge to leap at her boyfriend
and feed off of his body. The will to drink is blood had not been very strong, so it had not been hard to stem the need, but she was still pretty
damn well shaken up by it. She would not have been able to live with herself if she had killed him. She shuddered as she remembered that it was
near impossible for her kind to die. Short of starving herself of blood for close to a month, there was really no other way. She knew she would
never be able to stop feeding, if she tried she would attack a student, so she would be forced to live on and pay the consequences of her actions
until the earth was destroyed in the wrath of the Goddess when she finally got around to punishing the world for stopping their worship in her and
turning to petty idols and listening to senseless idiotic drabble of mortal priests. She rolled over and pressed her face into her pillow, suddenly not
wanting to go to the dance that commenced in little less then four hours. She just wanted to curl up on her bed and sleep. Mynee sighed quietly
as she pushed herself up into a sitting position. She had promised Draco she would be down in the Common Room at seven thirty and that left her
a little less than three and a half hours to get ready. That would have been plenty of time if it did not take her at least an hour to wriggle in the
skin tight leather suit she was wearing as the main part of her costume. She snorted darkly and walked slowly over to the large armoire. She
opened up the doors and took her costume out, grabbing the high heeled, clunky boots out from the bottom. She held them close to her as she
walking towards her bathroom. Once she got in there she set her clothing down on the lip of the tub and cleared up the makeup she had spilt
earlier. She turned back around and looked at the ever so slightly daunting piece of clothing. She took a deep breath and walked towards it,
readying herself for the long ordeal of putting it on.
Three hours and twenty minutes later, Mynee was standing in front of the floor length mirror in her room, inspecting her appearance with a
critical eye. The leather cat suit clung to her frame like a second skin, outlining the curves she had tried to so hard in the past to hide beneath her
robes. The legs disappeared down in her legs into a pair of boots that were held onto her feet with numerous metallic straps, giving her shoes an
extremely gothic appearance. The hands of the suit ended in two inch long silver claws that closely resembled a cat's, complete with the curve at
the end. She narrowed her eyes as she took in her face and the slight redness around her nose. She had tried so hard to get the whiskers to stay
on and look real, but no matter what she did they always got all droopy at their tips. In the end, she had ripped them off her face and thrown
them away, completely frustrated. She had cast a spell on her eyes to give herself almost diamond shaped pupils and orange hues that closely
matched those of Crookshanks. The two parts of her costume that she was the most proud of were the extremely life like ears peeking out of her
now sleek hair and the tail protruding from the bone above her rump. They were, of course, completely fake, but she had found a book in the
library that was filled with spells to help with all sorts of Halloween attire. She grinned softly as she gave her brand new black tail a little twitch,
her smile widening with the bell she tied on the end with a vivid orange ribbon chimed quietly. She was not all too sure why she put that little thing
on it, but it somehow amused her to no end. She tucked some of her hair behind her ear and left her room, walking softly down the stairs. She was
not very surprised to see Draco already sprawled out on one of the couches, waiting for her to come down. When he took his attention off of the
book he was reading and looked at her, his jaw dropped and he nearly fell off of the loveseat.
"Holy Merlin Hermione! Where the hell did you get that??"
She smirked to him and slowly revolved around on the spot. "You like it then?"
"Do I like it? It's fucking fantastic!"
Mynee then looked at his costume, laughing almost hysterically at what she saw.
"A pirate?"
He struck a pose making her lean hard on one of the high backed armchairs close to her as she nearly killed herself from laughing.
"I think I look majestic."
"Love you look like a very white version of Jack Sparrow, do you have any idea how bloody funny that is?" She gasped between bouts of giggling.
He looked at her in utter confusion. "Who is Jack Sparrow?"
"You mean Captain Jack Sparrow!" She quickly got on task after he glared. "He's a character from a muggle movie. Very attractive in my eyes..."
He quickly put on a pout. "More attractive then me?"
She smiled sweetly to him. "Afraid to tell you, but yes."
Draco's eyes widened as he grabbed the pillow his head was on and lugged it at his girlfriend. "Curb thy tongue insolent wench!"
She burst into a fresh round of giggles. "You truly play into the part of a pirate when you call me wench and try to kill me with soft objects. Evil
pirate!" She shrieked the last bit, disturbing the other two prefects when they came up from their rooms.
The two of them threw a rather nasty look at Mynee, and then high tailed it out of the Common Room as if they were horribly afraid of her. She
simply giggled like an insane loon and waltzed over to her boyfriend, offering her his hand.
"Come on, let's go downstairs before it's too crowding to breathe. I'd rather not be forced to stand next to Parkinson or someone equally
horrendous."
He was about to say something but was silenced when she smacked him hard on the shoulder. "You say one thing about that evil whore being
anything but horrendous and I revoke..."
"I know I know, all snogging and cuddling privileges. It's what you threaten me with every time...You've never actually done it yet though."
She glared at him. "Right, for your insolence there will be no cuddling or snogging between the two of us until I say other..." She was cut off by him
grabbing her hand, pulling her atop him, and then crushing his lips against hers in a heated kiss.
She let out a squeak, but quickly wrapped her arms around his neck, deepening their snog. After a moment or two she realized what she was
downing and pushed away, mock glaring at him.
"That wasn't very nice Malfoy."
"Who said Malfoy's were nice?"
"Good point..."
He got up off of the sofa and she let out a yell when her bum hit the floor. He grinned at her and easily lifted her up, setting her back down on her
feet. He brushed off the nonexistent dust from her rump and smirked at her. "All clean now."
She glowered and him, grabbing his hand. She dragged him out of the Common Room and down to the Entrance Hall where they would wait until
the dance started.
Mynee watched her boyfriend talk animatedly with Blaise as she slowly sipped her butterbeer. She set the bottle down on the table behind
her and looked at the decorations she had helped put up. Live bats fluttered around the ceiling, occasionally swooping down and terrifying some
unknown student. She snickered when someone let out a high pitched scream and then several others, hearing someone screech, let out returning
noises. She shook her head and stretched. The cat suit really did not allow her much in leeway. She was just about to get up to go snag her
boyfriend, when Dumbledore walked onto the stage. He looked out at everyone, a serious expression on his face.
"I am sorry to inform you all, but the dance must be cut short. You all need to return to your dormitories immediately. The Ministry got information
on the Hogsmeade Murderer last night and believes he or she is a student here. Please, do not be alarmed for they believe the killer to be a
Vampire."
All the students looked up at him in something close to horror, before rapidly filing out of the Great Hall. When Mynee got to the Common Room,
she plopped herself down on one of the couches, looking quite put out. Moments later Draco sat himself beside her, encircling her waist with his
arm.
"Can you believe the Ministry's gall? This is a bloody school! How could a Vampire survive here?"
She simply shrugged and rested her head on his shoulder. Hannah and Padma went into dithering fits the moment they were in the room, crying
and sobbing in terror.
"What if there really is a Vampire here? What if it's going to kill us all in our sleep? I don't want to die like that!" One of them wailed.
Mynee shuddered slightly and turned her ever so slightly twitching gaze on the two girls. "First of all, how could a Vampire survive here? We all go
outside during the day at least once or twice. Secondly, why would they kill you two out of everyone in this entire school?"
"I-I don't understand..." Hannah hiccupped.
"You aren't supposed to." Draco sneered.
Any more talk was stalled by the portrait door flying open and a Ministry official along with Fudge flew into the room. Fudge looked at them all from
beneath the rim of his bowler, his rat like eyes darting around on their faces.
"Right, you all need to get into a line so we can make sure you aren't the killer."
Mynee snorted quietly and watched the two dunderheaded girls scramble to do as the Minister said. It was not until he cleared his throat and
looked pointedly at her and Draco still sitting on the couch, before she got up and stood beside Draco, no one to her left. Fudge motioned to one
of the officials beside him and the woman took something that looked much like a large cup out of her cloak. He took it and took a step towards
the line of students.
"This is a goblet of blood. We know for a fact that the killer is a Vampire, so we can no easily test you all. When you get it you merely have to
smell it, you will not be forced to drink it because that is simply barbaric. Miss Abbot, you go first."
The blond haired girl choked loudly when she got it and smelled it, her tanned face rapidly turning an unpleasant shade of green. It was clear to
everyone in the room she was mortal. Padma had a very similar reaction and she had to stuff her hand into her mouth to keep herself from barfing.
Mynee watched this with great amusement and when it got to Draco she looked at Fudge.
"I don't mean to sound insolent or anything, but isn't it impossible for a Vampire to survive here? Everyone goes outside several times during the
day."
He looked at her like she was something horribly unpleasant on the sole of his shoe, before ignoring her completely. Draco passed the 'test' and
handed it to her. When she got the goblet of blood, the salty smell caught her nose and she was immediately aching to drink all of it. The metal
claws on the end of her fingers tapped lightly against the cup as she gripped it tighter. She took a deep breath and quickly smelled it, fighting the
urge to let her fangs slide out of her mouth and gobble up the rich crimson liquid before her. She silently praised every deity she could think of for
getting her to fill her stomach the night before. There would have been dire consequences if she had not. Her ordeal was over in seconds, though
it felt so much longer to her. Mynee quickly passed Fudge back the cup, the fog that had settled over her brain rapidly disappearing when the
tempting goblet was gone. He looked at everyone for a moment then passed the chalice back to the woman.
"Well done everyone, you proved your humanity. I am sorry for the disturbance of your little get together. If you have any information about the
killer, please contact the closest teacher. Madmen like this one should not be free to roam the streets."
With that, he and his cronies swept out of the common room leaving to shaken students and two others who were shaking with laughter. Once the
coast was clear, Mynee burst into near hysterics and collapsed on the couch, her body shaking with her guffaws.
"Oh my Goddess...That man is such a fucking idiot...Did you see he hadn't even considered the fact that we all faced the sunlight every day?" She
gasped between chuckles.
Draco dropped his weight into one of the armchairs and laughed along with his girlfriend, his eyes streaming. "How the hell was he elected to be
the Minister? He has absolutely no brains at all!"
The two kept on giggling madly as Hannah and Padma edged down stairs, seriously disturbed by their deranged dorm mates. Once they were gone,
Mynee collected herself and looked at him with a raised brow.
"Honestly, it's almost too easy to freak those two out. They probably think we're disturbed psychopaths or something..."
"Correct me if I'm wrong love, but aren't you a disturbed psychopath?"
"Oh you bastard!" She squeaked and threw one of the pillows that rested at her feet at him. "You shut up! I'm going to bed."
"But it's only eleven thirty..." He whined.
"Yes and we have a Potions exam tomorrow that I want to get a full nights sleep for!"
"Party pooper."
"That's me!"
He snorted as she went up the stairs, not missing the opportunity to stare at her bum as she walked by.
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Hehehe...That really wasn't in my original plan for this episode, but my mind works in err...mysterious ways sometimes...Hehe...
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Your Lord and Master;
Foamy the Squirrel
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Crappery: First of all, I apologize profusely if I offended anyone with my ranting reply to that review on the previous episode. I have nothing against Catholics or Christians, my best friends all believe in God. I am so sorry if you found offense in what I said, I did not mean to offend anyone!! Now that that has been taken care of, I would like to as all of you to go and read my new story, Pretzels. The title is horribly random, but I couldn't think of anything else. It's a major AU and it's a DM/HG pairing, but whom else would I do? Please read it, the idea's been floating around my cranium for quite some time now. Enough rant, on to the reviews.
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gottalovedrakie: Snape is SO hot! Who cares if he's old? Johnny Depp is kinda old, but he's still hot...
zenni: Oh she opens that letter...
Padfootfan: Soon enough?
NitenGale: Er...You don't have to do that. I'm touched, but I don't like people touching my feet...
dreamingmaggie: I'm a Pagan/Wicca just a loverly little mixture of the two.
aliciablack52: Thank you, I will!
Rabbit: Hmm...How does garlic not effect her? Well, think of it this way: Her kind is all oppressed and stuff and they have evolved to be able to appear human if need be. So they can kinda switch off their intensified senses...That's about as well as I can explain it...Hope it helps!
Shadowed Rains: Your reviews aren't pointless! No reviews are pointless! I lub reviews!
Horsemaster1: Oh Goddess I don't want to ever think about that...My father made me try on a pink bikini and let me just tell you it scarred me.
Mojo the Rock Chick Munchkin: It's okay! Snape is AWESOME! Just not in this fic...
AmericanDemon: 14 pookie. Okay you put stress on the capitalized letters: VAMpire and vamPYRE. Helps? Immortal is the closest word humans can come up with to describe Mynee. She will never age, get sick, or anything like that, but she can die. How she can die, I won't reveal until the very end. Hope that helps Zippy Bubblebuns!
usagigreenleaf657: Will do.
littoxkigga: I'm sorry, my arsenal of Vampyres are already off killing people at the moment. As soon as one gets back I'll set it on your science teacher.
Dyth: Hehe...Not even close my dear!
cherri-lime91: I did not mean to offend you! I LUB you!! Pagan/Wicca actually...
jessi: I LOVE her books! They make me SO happy! Wee!
Mojo the Rock Chick Munchkin: Hehe...
Samurai Amaya: Yeah...I know I want it to come out NOW!
FunnyCatGirl: That's awesome! Yeah, it's nice to find someone who has the same believes as me...
Gwenivive: I know! Yeah, I got some bad karma for ranting with the last episode...Whoops! Got paid back in a review today as well...What goes around comes around!
Thanks for all the reviews! I LUB you all!! Onto the episode! Bwhaghahaa...
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Blood Test, Chapter Twenty Four
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Mynee woke up hours later and let out a loud groan. She hated getting up and she hated mornings even more. She groggily rubbed her eyes
and yawns quietly into one of her hands. She looked blearily at the luridly glowing numbers on her alarm clock and shuddered. It was only one in
the afternoon on Sunday. For a moment she forgot the date, and then a thrill ran through her. It was Halloween and the dance, more so a
masquerade ball was later that night. It was literally a 'snog your boyfriend for hours straight' and she could not be happier. She pushed herself up
into a sitting position and then swung her legs out of her bed. As her feet touched the ground, they just brushed a piece of parchment. Her brow
furrowed as she knelt down and picked up the letter. Her eyes widened at the ornate handwriting on the front, knowing instantly who it belonged
to. She gulped nervously and collapsed back onto her bed. She nervously opened it, readying herself for the worst.
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Ms Granger;
I have just finished reading this morning's Daily Prophet and I am not surprised to see that two more murders were committed last night.
Many of the faculty have been asking me if I know who is doing this and I have quite a suspicion that you and I both know who this murderess is.
I will not condemn you for you behaviour Ms Granger as I know it is impossible for you not to feed. But I ask you, can you try and keep the times
you feed to a bare minimum and the number of people you kill to one? Also, I do believe you should tell Mr. Malfoy about your condition. It would
be far better if he found out from you and not some sordid gossip I am sure is floating around this school. Feel free to come and speak to me
about anything if you feel the need.
Albus Dumbledore
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Her eyes widened slightly as it slid out from her fingers and onto her lap. Dumbledore had just said he was okay with her killing people, but in far
more words. Was it not his job to tell her that her feeding on the living was immoral and wrong and that she go boil her head? She snorted and
snatched her wand off the bedside. That letter was extremely disconcerting and it needed to go. She quickly levitated it and shot it into the still
burning fire. In seconds the paper was up in a blaze, flecks of delicate gray ash were drifting up the chimney. She shook her head and raked her
hands through her hair. She would never understand him for as long as she lived, he was a mystery, a conundrum that would astound and perplex
witches and wizards for generations to come. She sighed quietly and dropped her wand onto the dark covers on her bed. Mynee got up and walked
over to her armoire, throwing open the doors so she could look at the article of clothing she was going to wear that night. A slight smile crossed
her lips as she light dragged her fingers across the dark leather of the one piece she was going to wear that night. She was going as a cat black.
She was not really into the whole thing of dressing up as someone else for a night. She rather liked who she was with the exception of that
Vampyre thingy. A soft snort escaped her lips as she shut the doors softly and walked towards her bathroom. The dance started at eight and
ended at midnight. A warm feeling zinged through her as she thought of the magical witching hour. It amused to her to no end when she read the
Daily Prophet articles about the 'Mysterious Mass Murderer' who had killed around ten or twelve people since September. They proclaimed that
there would be a massive massacre sometime late that night, all because she was some 'dark entity that thrived on the pain of others' or
something equally idiotic and stupid that only one Rita Skeeter would come up with. She snorted cynically as she stripped out of her pajamas and
switched on the shower. What would be the point of feeding again so soon? Better not to follow what the newspapers said and be her own
Vampyre. An ever so slightly deranged cackle came from her as she pressed a hand to her mouth. It morphed into a giggle and she knew she was
back to normal, at least until hunger struck in her a two or three day's time.
An hour and a half later Mynee stumbled out of the shower, her red brown hair nearly black from water. A towel was wrapped loosely
around her torso and it, quite accidentally, exposed the beginnings of her cleavage. She staggered towards one of the large mirrors and slightly
angrily swiped the makeup she would be using later onto the floor. She looked at her appearance with a critical eye and snorted darkly. She really
was not much of a looker. Even with the aid of Vampyre blood, she still looked horribly plain. She shook her head and trudged out of the bathroom
and into her room, hissing in quiet discomfort when the very noticeable temperature difference attacked her.
"Bloody castle..." She muttered darkly.
Just as she was slipping a long sleeved black shirt on, her bedroom door flew open and a hyped Draco literally skipped in. He saw her clad in just a
shirt and a pair of knickers and let out a slightly feminine giggle.
"Tee-hee! Hermione's in her knickers!"
She simply rolled her eyes, not really caring about her state of undress. She picked up the floor length dark camo skirt covered in a mass of gothic
looking chains and slipped it on. She smiled when it rested on her hips and crossed her arms beneath her chest as she leaned against one of the
poles supporting her bed.
"What in the name of Merlin's left bum cheek do you want? I thought you had to do 'something important with Blaise' and so you would not be back
until seven thirty when I was supposed to be ready, but you know I wouldn't be?"
"We got it done faster then we thought."
"Aww...Your little liaison was cut short by a teacher? So sorry love." She said sweetly, getting him back from his early comment about her being a
lezzie.
He scowled at her and looked around for something to throw at her. "For you information wench, we both have girlfriends. We had to do some..."
He cleared his throat a little. "Manly things that I won't concern you womanly mind with."
Mynee snorted in an amused fashion and flicked her wet towel at him. She let out a crow of laughter when it smacked him in the face, water
dribbling onto his shirt.
"Don't call me wench you dirty man whore you!"
He dropped the towel and lunged at her, knocking her back onto the bed. She let out a squeak and lay still beneath him, one of her brows raised.
He grinned at her and brushed some of her wet and rapidly frizzing hair out of her eyes.
"Hello..." He said his voice suddenly quite deep.
She giggled quietly and rolled her eyes, shoving him off of her with a simple and easy push. "Oh bugger off ya big perv." She muttered, making the
muscle under her right eye twitch.
Draco chuckled quietly and reclined upon his girlfriend's bed. He watched her roll off and hit the ground with a soft thud, his laughter increasing at
her stream of curses that would make any sailor proud. When her head popped up above the covers, her damp hair even curlier then normal.
"Oh stop laughing you evil git. I'll castrate you."
His eyes widened as he laughed harder, he knew she would never do anything like that to him. Perhaps to Blaise if he rubbed her nerves raw, but
never him. She scowled darkly at him and pushed herself up onto her feet.
"I don't like you anymore...I'm gonna go get something to eat from the Kitchens."
It was then he noticed that she did not look so skinny and sickly as she had the night before. His brow furrowed slightly as he slipped of the bed
and stood before her, towering above her petite stature of a few inches over five feet.
"What did you eat last night Hermione? You look so much better...You don't look like a dying bird anymore."
She smiled warmly up to him, her heart nearly exploding with emotion. She was touched he was this concerned with her well being. She stood on
her tip toes and brushed her lips against his in a tender kiss. His hands automatically went around her waist, pulling her slender frame closer to his.
Her eyes closed as she encircled his neck with her arms, a happy almost purring noise starting to thrum in the back of her throat. He did not seem
to find this strange as he gently touched her lower lip with the tip of his tongue, asking for admittance to her mouth. She parted her lips slightly
and sighed very quietly when he began to map out the contours of her mouth. They continued to snog for several more minutes until the burning
need for air in their lungs grew to be a force too powerful for either of them to ignore. Mynee smiled warmly up to him and flicked some of her damp
hair over her shoulder. He kept one arm wrapped firmly around her waist as she turned, leading them out of her room.
Close to two hours later, Mynee traversed back into her room. She flopped onto her bed and stared up at the ceiling, her eyes vacant. She
was silently praising Merlin, the Goddess, and any other deity or powerful, dead figure that she had gorged herself last night. While she and Draco
had been munching away, he had been eating a mango, he had accidentally sliced open one of his fingers on the knife he was cutting his fruit up
with. The smell of blood had immediately been caught by her super sensitive nose and she had had to suppress the urge to leap at her boyfriend
and feed off of his body. The will to drink is blood had not been very strong, so it had not been hard to stem the need, but she was still pretty
damn well shaken up by it. She would not have been able to live with herself if she had killed him. She shuddered as she remembered that it was
near impossible for her kind to die. Short of starving herself of blood for close to a month, there was really no other way. She knew she would
never be able to stop feeding, if she tried she would attack a student, so she would be forced to live on and pay the consequences of her actions
until the earth was destroyed in the wrath of the Goddess when she finally got around to punishing the world for stopping their worship in her and
turning to petty idols and listening to senseless idiotic drabble of mortal priests. She rolled over and pressed her face into her pillow, suddenly not
wanting to go to the dance that commenced in little less then four hours. She just wanted to curl up on her bed and sleep. Mynee sighed quietly
as she pushed herself up into a sitting position. She had promised Draco she would be down in the Common Room at seven thirty and that left her
a little less than three and a half hours to get ready. That would have been plenty of time if it did not take her at least an hour to wriggle in the
skin tight leather suit she was wearing as the main part of her costume. She snorted darkly and walked slowly over to the large armoire. She
opened up the doors and took her costume out, grabbing the high heeled, clunky boots out from the bottom. She held them close to her as she
walking towards her bathroom. Once she got in there she set her clothing down on the lip of the tub and cleared up the makeup she had spilt
earlier. She turned back around and looked at the ever so slightly daunting piece of clothing. She took a deep breath and walked towards it,
readying herself for the long ordeal of putting it on.
Three hours and twenty minutes later, Mynee was standing in front of the floor length mirror in her room, inspecting her appearance with a
critical eye. The leather cat suit clung to her frame like a second skin, outlining the curves she had tried to so hard in the past to hide beneath her
robes. The legs disappeared down in her legs into a pair of boots that were held onto her feet with numerous metallic straps, giving her shoes an
extremely gothic appearance. The hands of the suit ended in two inch long silver claws that closely resembled a cat's, complete with the curve at
the end. She narrowed her eyes as she took in her face and the slight redness around her nose. She had tried so hard to get the whiskers to stay
on and look real, but no matter what she did they always got all droopy at their tips. In the end, she had ripped them off her face and thrown
them away, completely frustrated. She had cast a spell on her eyes to give herself almost diamond shaped pupils and orange hues that closely
matched those of Crookshanks. The two parts of her costume that she was the most proud of were the extremely life like ears peeking out of her
now sleek hair and the tail protruding from the bone above her rump. They were, of course, completely fake, but she had found a book in the
library that was filled with spells to help with all sorts of Halloween attire. She grinned softly as she gave her brand new black tail a little twitch,
her smile widening with the bell she tied on the end with a vivid orange ribbon chimed quietly. She was not all too sure why she put that little thing
on it, but it somehow amused her to no end. She tucked some of her hair behind her ear and left her room, walking softly down the stairs. She was
not very surprised to see Draco already sprawled out on one of the couches, waiting for her to come down. When he took his attention off of the
book he was reading and looked at her, his jaw dropped and he nearly fell off of the loveseat.
"Holy Merlin Hermione! Where the hell did you get that??"
She smirked to him and slowly revolved around on the spot. "You like it then?"
"Do I like it? It's fucking fantastic!"
Mynee then looked at his costume, laughing almost hysterically at what she saw.
"A pirate?"
He struck a pose making her lean hard on one of the high backed armchairs close to her as she nearly killed herself from laughing.
"I think I look majestic."
"Love you look like a very white version of Jack Sparrow, do you have any idea how bloody funny that is?" She gasped between bouts of giggling.
He looked at her in utter confusion. "Who is Jack Sparrow?"
"You mean Captain Jack Sparrow!" She quickly got on task after he glared. "He's a character from a muggle movie. Very attractive in my eyes..."
He quickly put on a pout. "More attractive then me?"
She smiled sweetly to him. "Afraid to tell you, but yes."
Draco's eyes widened as he grabbed the pillow his head was on and lugged it at his girlfriend. "Curb thy tongue insolent wench!"
She burst into a fresh round of giggles. "You truly play into the part of a pirate when you call me wench and try to kill me with soft objects. Evil
pirate!" She shrieked the last bit, disturbing the other two prefects when they came up from their rooms.
The two of them threw a rather nasty look at Mynee, and then high tailed it out of the Common Room as if they were horribly afraid of her. She
simply giggled like an insane loon and waltzed over to her boyfriend, offering her his hand.
"Come on, let's go downstairs before it's too crowding to breathe. I'd rather not be forced to stand next to Parkinson or someone equally
horrendous."
He was about to say something but was silenced when she smacked him hard on the shoulder. "You say one thing about that evil whore being
anything but horrendous and I revoke..."
"I know I know, all snogging and cuddling privileges. It's what you threaten me with every time...You've never actually done it yet though."
She glared at him. "Right, for your insolence there will be no cuddling or snogging between the two of us until I say other..." She was cut off by him
grabbing her hand, pulling her atop him, and then crushing his lips against hers in a heated kiss.
She let out a squeak, but quickly wrapped her arms around his neck, deepening their snog. After a moment or two she realized what she was
downing and pushed away, mock glaring at him.
"That wasn't very nice Malfoy."
"Who said Malfoy's were nice?"
"Good point..."
He got up off of the sofa and she let out a yell when her bum hit the floor. He grinned at her and easily lifted her up, setting her back down on her
feet. He brushed off the nonexistent dust from her rump and smirked at her. "All clean now."
She glowered and him, grabbing his hand. She dragged him out of the Common Room and down to the Entrance Hall where they would wait until
the dance started.
Mynee watched her boyfriend talk animatedly with Blaise as she slowly sipped her butterbeer. She set the bottle down on the table behind
her and looked at the decorations she had helped put up. Live bats fluttered around the ceiling, occasionally swooping down and terrifying some
unknown student. She snickered when someone let out a high pitched scream and then several others, hearing someone screech, let out returning
noises. She shook her head and stretched. The cat suit really did not allow her much in leeway. She was just about to get up to go snag her
boyfriend, when Dumbledore walked onto the stage. He looked out at everyone, a serious expression on his face.
"I am sorry to inform you all, but the dance must be cut short. You all need to return to your dormitories immediately. The Ministry got information
on the Hogsmeade Murderer last night and believes he or she is a student here. Please, do not be alarmed for they believe the killer to be a
Vampire."
All the students looked up at him in something close to horror, before rapidly filing out of the Great Hall. When Mynee got to the Common Room,
she plopped herself down on one of the couches, looking quite put out. Moments later Draco sat himself beside her, encircling her waist with his
arm.
"Can you believe the Ministry's gall? This is a bloody school! How could a Vampire survive here?"
She simply shrugged and rested her head on his shoulder. Hannah and Padma went into dithering fits the moment they were in the room, crying
and sobbing in terror.
"What if there really is a Vampire here? What if it's going to kill us all in our sleep? I don't want to die like that!" One of them wailed.
Mynee shuddered slightly and turned her ever so slightly twitching gaze on the two girls. "First of all, how could a Vampire survive here? We all go
outside during the day at least once or twice. Secondly, why would they kill you two out of everyone in this entire school?"
"I-I don't understand..." Hannah hiccupped.
"You aren't supposed to." Draco sneered.
Any more talk was stalled by the portrait door flying open and a Ministry official along with Fudge flew into the room. Fudge looked at them all from
beneath the rim of his bowler, his rat like eyes darting around on their faces.
"Right, you all need to get into a line so we can make sure you aren't the killer."
Mynee snorted quietly and watched the two dunderheaded girls scramble to do as the Minister said. It was not until he cleared his throat and
looked pointedly at her and Draco still sitting on the couch, before she got up and stood beside Draco, no one to her left. Fudge motioned to one
of the officials beside him and the woman took something that looked much like a large cup out of her cloak. He took it and took a step towards
the line of students.
"This is a goblet of blood. We know for a fact that the killer is a Vampire, so we can no easily test you all. When you get it you merely have to
smell it, you will not be forced to drink it because that is simply barbaric. Miss Abbot, you go first."
The blond haired girl choked loudly when she got it and smelled it, her tanned face rapidly turning an unpleasant shade of green. It was clear to
everyone in the room she was mortal. Padma had a very similar reaction and she had to stuff her hand into her mouth to keep herself from barfing.
Mynee watched this with great amusement and when it got to Draco she looked at Fudge.
"I don't mean to sound insolent or anything, but isn't it impossible for a Vampire to survive here? Everyone goes outside several times during the
day."
He looked at her like she was something horribly unpleasant on the sole of his shoe, before ignoring her completely. Draco passed the 'test' and
handed it to her. When she got the goblet of blood, the salty smell caught her nose and she was immediately aching to drink all of it. The metal
claws on the end of her fingers tapped lightly against the cup as she gripped it tighter. She took a deep breath and quickly smelled it, fighting the
urge to let her fangs slide out of her mouth and gobble up the rich crimson liquid before her. She silently praised every deity she could think of for
getting her to fill her stomach the night before. There would have been dire consequences if she had not. Her ordeal was over in seconds, though
it felt so much longer to her. Mynee quickly passed Fudge back the cup, the fog that had settled over her brain rapidly disappearing when the
tempting goblet was gone. He looked at everyone for a moment then passed the chalice back to the woman.
"Well done everyone, you proved your humanity. I am sorry for the disturbance of your little get together. If you have any information about the
killer, please contact the closest teacher. Madmen like this one should not be free to roam the streets."
With that, he and his cronies swept out of the common room leaving to shaken students and two others who were shaking with laughter. Once the
coast was clear, Mynee burst into near hysterics and collapsed on the couch, her body shaking with her guffaws.
"Oh my Goddess...That man is such a fucking idiot...Did you see he hadn't even considered the fact that we all faced the sunlight every day?" She
gasped between chuckles.
Draco dropped his weight into one of the armchairs and laughed along with his girlfriend, his eyes streaming. "How the hell was he elected to be
the Minister? He has absolutely no brains at all!"
The two kept on giggling madly as Hannah and Padma edged down stairs, seriously disturbed by their deranged dorm mates. Once they were gone,
Mynee collected herself and looked at him with a raised brow.
"Honestly, it's almost too easy to freak those two out. They probably think we're disturbed psychopaths or something..."
"Correct me if I'm wrong love, but aren't you a disturbed psychopath?"
"Oh you bastard!" She squeaked and threw one of the pillows that rested at her feet at him. "You shut up! I'm going to bed."
"But it's only eleven thirty..." He whined.
"Yes and we have a Potions exam tomorrow that I want to get a full nights sleep for!"
"Party pooper."
"That's me!"
He snorted as she went up the stairs, not missing the opportunity to stare at her bum as she walked by.
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Hehehe...That really wasn't in my original plan for this episode, but my mind works in err...mysterious ways sometimes...Hehe...
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Your Lord and Master;
Foamy the Squirrel