Who ever even reads the disclaimer? I don't think that JK's lawyers really read every fanfic to make sure that there is a disclaimer. Oh well, I guess I have to:

Disclaimer- JK Rowling owns Harry Potter. I, on the other hand, own nothing except my new copy of the Half Blood Prince that I bought from Media Play.

CAUTION: There are SPOILERS from the Half Blood Prince in this story! If you have not yet read it yet, and do not want it ruined for you, turn back now.

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Hermione Granger stalked off into the night, her red eyes slowly returning to their natural honey brown color. Her vampire senses made her even more aware of the deep instinctual feeling that someone was following her.

That Voldemort sure didn't know when to quit. For some strange reason, even though she was a mudblood, Voldemort desperately wanted her on his side. She assumed that it was her high intelligence that he so anxiously craved. She was after all the brightest witch of the age, and Voldemort would not want her to be on the same side as the Boy-Who-Lived.

But, of course, Lord Voldemort never was one of the world's greatest thinkers. He did after all, allow Harry Potter to defeat him on numerous occasions. So it was his 'ingenious' plan to send that idiot vampire, Sanguini to transform her.

The Dark Lord knew that while she was still alive, Hermione Granger would never willingly do anything to help the dark side. So he apparently thought that if she was a vampire, then she would be easier to persuade.

Well, once again, Lord Voldemort was wrong. What a shocker.

He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named had assumed that once she was a vampire, a creature that was vile and evil, she would embrace darkness. However, if anything, Hermione now hated him more than ever. True, she was now evil. But that did not mean that she had to be on the same side as Voldemort.

Ever since she had refused Voldemort's request to join his side, he had been sending agents of his to her, to try and convince her. Needless to say, she had killed every single on of them. Among the Death Eaters that were now dead at her hand were Rookwood and Dolahov.

So that night, when her vampire senses alerted her that someone was near, she assumed that it was another agent of the Dark Lord's. But usually she would be able to feel the heat that would be radiating off of them by now, but Hermione felt nothing. Just the cold, dark chill of the night.

Finally, after feeling like she was being trailed for a while, she turned around, her orange- brown eyes seeming to glow in the dark.

"Who is there?" Hermione uttered softly into the shadows, sounding more like a command than a question, "I demand that you show yourself!"

Slowly, a figure of a tall Death Eater came into view as he stepped out into the small amount of light that was being thrown off by a lone street lamp. He towered over Hermione, but did not intimidate her. As soon as he would remove his hood, she would snap his neck in two.

"Show yourself," Hermione demanded in a bored tone, "I am in no mood for any of your mind games."

"If you say so, Hermione," drawled a voice that sent cold shivers up and down her spine. She was a vampire; she wasn't supposed to be scared! So what could be hiding under the black cloak that could chill even Hermione, a creature of darkness?

Before a pale hand reached up to pull off the hood, Hermione managed to catch a glimpse of the stranger's eyes. They were a silver color that seemed to glow; seeming as if they were coated in ice.

He tugged on the black hood that instantly branded him as a Death Eater, revealing himself. Platinum blonde hair that Hermione seemed to know all too well shimmered in the darkness, making the strangers identity unmistakable. This was none other than Draco Malfoy.

"You!" Hermione spat angrily as she sent a venomous glare to the boy who had betrayed her and all of her friends this past June.

"Yes, we meet again. I can't exactly say that it's a pleasure, so how about we skip the formalities?" Draco drawled, his eyes glimmering with wickedness.

"If that is what you wish," Hermione murmured before grabbing his neck in an attempt to choke him.

Once again, Hermione thought that it was odd that she did not feel heat radiating off of him. Her keen vampire ears could not hear his heartbeat. She could not feel the icy cold fear that gripped so many mortals who were just about to face their doom.

Suddenly, in one fluid motion, Draco had pushed her away, switching positions with her. Now he was the one who seemed as if he would choke her.

"Not so tough now, are you Hermione?" he taunted, Hermione noticing something odd about his smirk before realizing exactly what it was. Draco Malfoy had fangs.

"You are a vampire as well?" Hermione asked, genuinely shocked.

"Yes, I am. Only I didn't have that idiot Sanguini transform me," Draco sneered.

"Oh really? What, he wasn't good enough to transform you? Who did then?" Hermione asked, her voice dripping with icy cold sarcasm.

"As a matter of fact, it was only the most pure of vampires, as always," Draco teased, his hands still digging into Hermione's throat.

"Just tell me who the damn vamp was, Draco!" Hermione growled, irritated that he wouldn't give him a straight answer.

"My sire just happens to be the one and only... Count Dracula."

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Authors note: I hope that you don't think that it is too corny about Draco's sire being Dracula. But I mean, come on. Draco is the best, and so therefore he gets only the best. Of course the pureblood heir to darkness would be sired be the purest vamp of them all.

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