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---Draco's POV---

For hours all he did was stare at her neck. Stare. Thinking of how it would taste. How sweet and tender. How that blood would swim through his veins and the purity of it would awaken his soul.

He started leaning in towards her neck. He positioned his head between her shoulder and let his sharp fangs touch the soft skin. His body shook. The scent of her was driving him crazy. Her skin was so warm and delicate. He slowly let his fangs pierce the skin.

She gave a tiny moan of pain and he pulled back. For some reason that moan had made him stop. He had never stopped before. He wanted to taste her so bad. He looked at her neck.

From the tiny pierce mark on her neck trickled blood. He licked the edge of his fang and he gave a moan.

Never in his life had he tasted blood so innocent. So pure. He threw his blanket over her entire body. He didn't want to take her yet. He wanted to wait. She wasn't ripe. She still had alcolhol mixed in her blood. He would give her a few days. Then. He would take her. But for now, he had worked up an appetite.

Draco slowly got up from the bed and exited his room. He slammed the door behind himself and pushed himself against the back of the door.

"Damnit! Why didn't you do it?! Why? Why? Why?!" He screamed at himself, pushing the door behind him with his fist. "God! You Idiot!"

He only realised he was talking to himself when one of the butlers walked by and gave him a questioning look.

"Get out of my house! This is none of your buisness! Do not question me. Pack and get out!" He shouted at the man as he stomped toward him shaking his fists in anger. The man just ran from him down to the other side of the hall.

"Nosy Bastard!" Draco shouted after him.

Draco turned the other way and spouted out curses under his breath. As he walked down the grand stair case, he stopped on one of the steps to look in the mirror.

He examined himself. He had dirty blonde hair. His hair had somehow managed to darken itself from how it was his Hogwarts days. Dark blue eyes. Darker than the ocean on a moonlit, foggy night. He smiled, robotically. He examined his teeth. Perfectly straight in every way. His two canines were pointy and razor sharp. They were only ever pointed right before his body had gotten worked up about feeding. His fake smile dropped. He hadn't truly smiled since the night Lucia and her followers had invaded Hogwarts.

He sighed. He then looked at his structure. Well built and tall. Draco was about 6'1". He sighed. Immortality is so unreal. You never age from how old you were and how you were built from the second you drink the blood of an immortal one, such as himself. He hadn't aged since he was 19. But technically, he would have been 22.

Draco suddenly growled and threw his fist into the mirror, shattering it. Everything feels so damn fake. He didn't even feel the pain in his hand while his immortal blood trickled down his fingers.

"Why won't this end?" He growled under his breath, wiping away the blood on his trousers.

Draco realized that when he said that his bit into his lower lip, causing it to bleed. Remembering how hungry he was, he finished down the stairs and started for the dark hallway to his left.

Past 7 doors to the left and 7 to the right, he reached the end of the hallway. He turned to his left, followed the hall, then turned to his right and followed the hall...then he made another right and a sharp left. He stood on a cheep rug then bent down and pulled it away to reveal a trap door leading to his basement. Draco opened the door and walked into the dark room, closing the door behind him.

He walked over to a steel door and opened it to have steam come out it. The inside of it was boiling hot. Draco reached in and pulled out a a clear tube with red liquid in it. He popped the top off and chugged the bitter tasting liquid squinting his eyes at the bad taste. Then he smashed the tube on the floor.

"It never tastes as good as it is straight from the human," he said, closing the door and going to lay down in a coffin. "I'll deal with the girl later this evening." The coffin automatically closed 45 minutes later as the sun came up.

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Hey ya'll...sorry this is a short chapter, but I kinda wanna make things more drawn out in the story, cos it seems like the story would be kinda short. But i'm gonna try to write more. In this chapter I tried to describe Draco..so your main characters are described, now I can put more plot into the story. lol

Next chapter(if u want me to continue) will be Hermione waking up in a strange place and being confused. Trying to wander around and bumping into some weird people.

Reviews:

Andanta, FrenchArtist, bergeaud, mintytoothpick: Thank you guys!

Soul-Dead-Dragon: uhm...well, I guess I didn't really think of that...maybe she had it on her all along, but was just too drunk to think of using it...i dunno...lol....oooohhh!!! that'd make a good point in the story...yes, let's go with that...she had it on her, but was too drunk to think of using it....that you for helping me with my story!!!

And all of you new readers(old readers too), PLEASE REVIEW! I LOVE REVIEWS!!!! lol

Love, Princess-Anastaja