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"Help! Somebody help me!" A young girl screeched from alleyway in London. "HELP!" She continued screaming until they faded away into murmurs and eventually into nothing.

Then a dark shadow walked out of the alley.

---Hermione's POV---

"Listen guys. I'm going to go home and get some sleep. I'm dead tired." A girl said, putting down her margarita glass.

"Aww. Come on Hermione, just a bit longer? For us?" A tall redheaded boy said, panting.

"We've danced long enough. I've worked all day, and danced all night. And now it's-"she looked for a clock on the wall "1:38 in the morning. I'm beat. Please let me go home and to bed, Ron."

"Alright. You can go. But let us walk you home. You're a little drunk." A tall black-haired boy said.

"Maybe a little, Harry, but I haven't had that many margaritas. Only 6. I'm fine to walk home." She got up and smoothed down her exotic red dress and tipped the bartender. She grabbed her purse and went to walk and stumbled forward, but caught herself. "See, I'm fine."

"You're walking by yourself?" Ron said. "But what about all of the creepy people that are out late? I'm not letting you. Let me walk you home."

Just as he said that, a too slim, big-eyed girl walk up and snaked her arm around Ron's neck. "C'mon, Ronnie. Let's dancccccceeeeeee!" She squealed a bounced, drunkenly.

"Uhm-"He looked at Hermione. "Crystal. I'm going to walk Hermione home."

Crystal snorted. "Why? She's fine."

"Well, I just want her to be safe and-"

"Nah. I'm fine, Ron. My apartment is only a couple blocks away. And hey! I know karate!" She lifted her leg in the fake karate position and her hands high in the air. And just as she did, she stumbled forward to let Harry catch her. She didn't really know karate, but she was good for a laugh.

"Ron's right, Hermione. You might need help home. Let me walk to you home." He offered, pushing her up so she was standing on her own.

Hermione sighed and said "okay." She walked towards the door, but coincidentally, Ginny walked up and wondered where Harry was going to so early and then begged him to stay. So Hermione told him to just stay. So he let her go.

Hermione walked out of the door and into the chilly breeze of an autumn in London. She shivered, and wished she had brought a coat. She was so cold she didn't want to take the main road, so she took the back street to be faster.

She walked down it for a bit until she reached a spot where the streetlights started flickering, and then went off. She got a little scared so she stopped walking and looked around to see if she could see in the dark. But all she could see was blackness. And fuzzy blackness at that. The margaritas were getting to her now, as her vision was suddenly becoming too blurry. She walked forward and tripped over a rock into somebody's arms and passed out.

---Draco's POV---

He walked out of a dark alleyway, blood oozing from his lips. He wiped it away with one swift movement from his cloak sleeve. He tried to look for more prey, but all that were around were hookers. He would feed on them, but he had a theory that they might have HIV so why bother.

He walked down dork roads trying to find some homeless man, or lost kids, but couldn't find any.

'Damn. Danny tells me all about the people here. How they stay out after hours and how there are hundreds of them. Liar. He'll pay for this.' Draco thought, as he wandered through the streets.

He saw a cat and was about to feed on it when he heard footsteps.

'Yes! I wondered what it will be.' Draco quietly pulled out his wand and whispered a spell so the street lights would flicker then turn off. The person stepped forward and tried to walk a bit.

He came out from behind the building and stood in front of the person and since he could see in the dark he examined he person.

He saw a beautiful girl maybe that was around his age. 22 or so. She was about 5'5" and had long, chestnut curly hair. She was slender, but had nice breasts. She was wearing a tight, fire-red dress and in the front it dipped into a "v" near her breasts. She was wearing black shoes and had a black purse. She looked a bit familiar.

'Must've been coming from a party.' He thought. 'Drunk. Not good. I'll have to bring her home and let her sober up before I feed.'

Just as he thought that, she tried to move forward. She tripped over a rock and into his arms. And her head fell back.

'She passed out. Great. I'll have to carry her home.' He wasn't mad, because she wasn't that heavy, but now he'd have to take a cab.

He carried her around until he found a red booth and called a taxi service. When they arrived he laid her into the backseat and he sat in the front. The taxi driver drove to "Cade's Village" to drop them off.

The driver looked at the cost of the ride and showed it to Draco "£20?! Are you mad?!" Draco shouted, while Hermione stirred in the backseat. Draco realized that he had no money on him so he reached over to the driver and sank his teeth into his neck, sucking the blood from it.

'Gross. His blood is dull. Why can't I ever find blood that fuels me? That excites me? That makes me need more?' Draco thought, pulling his fangs from the punctured neck and feeling the velvet liquid pour down his chin. Since the man was so big, Draco was full. He got out of the cab and fetched the girl in the backseat.

He walked up the garden path to the village and to the back. He pulled out his wand and whispered a spell to the patch of weeds and a fence. The fence magically opened up to reveal the dark shadows of the Malfoy Manor. He walked up the stone path and to the door, knocking once with the brass knocker.

A servant in a black tuxedo opened the door and bowed to Draco. Draco smiled and carried her inside. He walked up the stairs and into his room and laid her on his bed.

She looked like a goddess from the heavens lying on his bed of black. Black pillows, sheets and cover. Black satin. Only the best for him. After all he was the prince. The vampire prince.

He reached down and slipped the red dress over her head and she laid there in her black bra and underwear.

'I've been immortal so long, I've forgotten what it's like to touch a mortal woman.' He thought, examining her small body as she started to shake.

He slipped her under the blanket and lay next to her. He smelled her hair. 'Vanilla.' He breathed out with longing. He led his fingers over her pale face and down to her neck. Letting his eyes linger on the tender flesh. He only broke free of the trance when she stirred and awoke. She looked at him, and then fell back asleep.

'It's almost a shame to feed on her. She looks so perfect.' As her watched her sleep. 'She looks so at peace. So calm.'

He let his eyes fall back to her pale neck.

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Okie...well, here's a new story. It's about Draco being a vampire and Hermione being normal...and don't worry, they all still went to Hogwarts and they all know each other, he just didn't recognize her. It's been, like, 5 or 6 years. Anyway, I hope u guys like this. It was just an idea I had. If u don't like it, I'll stop writing it. I might not be able to update this real often, but I'll try. Anyway. Please Review and read my other stuff!!!

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