Title: At First Bite

Author name: true-elfy

Category: Romance

Sub Category: Supernatural

Rating: R

Summary: After been mysteriously bitten, Hermione is on a journey of self discovery, what she discovers…her dark side, with the help of Draco; she realizes that in the magical world, some believe that blood does truly identify who you are.

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DISCLAIMER: I own naught!

Woa it's been a whole year. (I just turned 16) lol, I am writing strictly to clam my self. (exams) well… onwards my friends!)

At first bite

Chapter Five : You must be joking

The crispy brown autumn leaves tumbled over the rusty wires of Hagrid's poorly structured fence. They danced with the dying reeds that remained rooted to a cold winter's grave, and they swirled and congregated in the white ribbon sky. It would have been a perfect autumn for Hogwarts, but something in the gloom of the forbidden forest suggested otherwise.

"You. Muggle fool" spat Malfoy.

Hermione gasped. This was an unusual insult.

"Do you have any idea what you've done" he swiped the back of his wrist across the slowly reddening flesh of his cheek. Hermione got the impression he wasn't on about the slap. Autumn leaved fell silkily around him, draped across his back and tangled in the dark fabric.

"You. d-didn't e-even—" Hermione strained against the antagonistic pull and push of her lungs, trying articulate her furry.

"For once. Just take responsibility. Granger, for once" He hissed in a low monotone. "Don't bloody run after potty and weasel"

Malfoy's stance was one which resembled an archer's bow, stretched taught just before it launched an arrow. Well maintained hands were crush-bent by his sides and his eyes were searing. The emotive blue of them had long faded, along with the stains of decay that leaked across his father's headstone. His eyes were so piercing, like the boldly carved script of his father's title. Hermione, humbled by the thought of his tragedy, did not reply. She braced her arms atop her bent knees trying to dull the throb that sang in her mind. When she picked up her head, Malfoy was gone.

In the distance through the dusty film of morning, a dark silhouette of a boy could be seen.

Dinner it was a quiet affair. Despite the warm glow of candles and the wafting aroma of hot food, Draco idly played with the food on his nearly bare plate; he made fortresses out of mashed potatoes and a snarling giant (that curiously resembled Hagrid) with his cold cuts. He glanced –very casually- at the various house tables and he spotted a weasel, who was salivating over a serving of roast lamb that had been plastered onto his plate. Next to him, Draco saw Potter who was laughing at a mouse like boy who had evidently stuffed his nostrils with something that looked suspiciously like bread sticks. Rolling his eyes in annoyance, Draco caught a glimpse of Granger, trying and failing miserably to make a small entrance. Her overflowing book bag was strapped tight onto her shoulders and her sunken face was hidden beneath a fog of brown, which he later recognized, was her hair.

Draco felt his lip curl with disgust. A squeal to his right indicated Pansy's presence along the Slytherin table. Draco groaned inwardly.

"Heyy" Pansy sang, briefly trailing an elegant finger along Draco's forearm.

"Pansy" He replied with an acknowledging glint. He returned to his 'snarling giant that had an olive for a nose.

"OOhh" Pansy squealed, annoyingly. She lent along side Draco and picked up his fork that was resting on the rim and started meddling with this his artistically brilliant 'snarling giant'.

"There you go darling" she cooed, returning her conversation with Zabini.

Draco looked down his nose, frowning slightly.

"See, now it's a friendly giant" she explained pointing at the lopsided grin that was a rounded corner of his ham.

Draco felt his left eye twitch.

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True-elfy