Disclaimer: I own nothing of Harry Potter or the rest of the characters, just the plot.

A/N: Thank you to my first reviewer, Runaway Mental Patient, I'm glad you liked it. Umm...I don't plan on Hermione turning Draco thus far, however, if the story makes a turn that way, I'll be sure to take your suggestion into consideration. And to my second reviewer, Gothhottie, umm...we'll see about putting you in the story, I don't know yet, if there's a spot available, I'll look you up.

Chapter 1: Rulers of the School

The rest of the summer passed by in peace, but a feeling of worry was in the air every time someone came up with the subject of the seventh year. The teachers made no comment about Hermione's sudden appearance change, mainly because they were afraid of making her mad. Along with her appearance, she seemed to have dropped into a deep state of depression, and longing for the darkness. Ron and Harry pretended to look the other way when she "slipped off" into the night to hunt. No one made comments about the frequent carnage of dead animals that appeared on the borders of the Forbidden Forest.

On September the first, the Hogwarts Express arrived, and the returning and new students made their way the castle. The Gryffindors, especially Ginny, were concerned at the absence of their beloved leaders, as odd as they were sometimes. As evening closed in, everyone gathered in the Great Hall.

"All right, are you ready?" Harry cocked his head. The Damned Trio, as they were called, stood outside the Great Hall doors, ready to make an entrance. "Dumbledore said that you could come in at any time. Are you sure you want people to first see you like this?"

"Well, it's either now, or later, and I am so nervous, I'd rather get it over with." She tossed her hair back over her shoulders. She grinned at their clothes. The boys were in black grunge, a perfect foil for her façade. She wore a very short black, pleated, pleather skirt, and black stiletto boots, five inches high and reaching to just below her knees. Her top was low cut, and only had one sleeve, and was silky black, with a blood red corset the enhance her breasts. With her new but ever so familiar look, she looked perfect.

"Okay," Ron shrugged, "let's do this."

The boys arranged themselves on either side of her, and they each pushed open a door. Everyone in the hall turned and looked at the overpowering threesome. If one were to watch these next actions, you would imagine it in slow motion. They started walking towards their table, her hair sweeping behind her. As they passed the Slytherin table, she paused, searching for someone. Finding him, she gave Draco a small nod with her head; in confused awe, he returned the slight nod. No one noticed the pause or the nod, except Harry and Ron.

The three of them sat down in front of Ginny and turned to Dumbledore, who was waiting until the end of their entrance to speak. "Welcome, Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, .....Ms. Granger."

There was a large gasp that arose from the room. That was Hermione?

Draco' POV.

He smirked. Of course it was Granger. Who else would be the female part of the trio? He shook his head. Had he imagined it, or did she really nod at him, and he nodded back? Slightly on the confused side, he cocked his head as he looked at the three that everyone adored, even Slytherin. Truthfully, he ruled this school as much as they did, but everyone agreed that no matter what, you could always count on The Damned Trio.

Draco turned his attention to Dumbledore as he began to speak. "Welcome back to all our students, I hope you've had an eventful summer break. As usual, to introduce your head students, Head Boy, Draco Malfoy, and Head Girl...Hermione Granger. Everyone, have and great year, you may eat."

Draco commented to his fellow students, "He kept it short this year, amazing. Granger must have stolen his great entrance." A few of them snickered at this comment.

"Speaking of Granger..." Draco muttered under his breath. Subtly, he turned his gaze to the newly transformed girl, and to his amazement, saw that while everyone else at her table was eating healthy, she was merely pretending to eat, with Potter and Weasley covering for her by sometimes reaching over and taking things from her plate.

Interesting.

Regular POV.

He was watching her. She could smell it. Smiling, slightly, she continued to pretend to eat. Turning her head, she smirked at him, raising an eyebrow at his staring. He blushed and looked away.

'Perfect' she thought. 'Just perfect.'

"Ms. Granger, Mr. Malfoy, will you follow me?" Snape came up behind her, and as if it didn't happen, squeezed her shoulder. She simply looked at him. 'Okay, so he's warning me to stay away from Malfoy....aweee...he feels caring for Malfoy, and doesn't want him hurt. Ha! I am hundreds of years older than him, and he is warning me? I don't think so.' She was still staring at Snape, who was also holding his ground against her, when she allowed her eyes to grow red...then in a split second blue again. Her warning to Snape to stay out of it. He blinked and backed off.

The two students followed the professor to their dorms, where he turned to Hermione and said carefully, "What you wanted is in your room. Be careful of its uses. Dumbledore trusts you will not allow others to catch wind of it."

"As you wish, professor." The last word had such sarcasm in it, that Draco turned around and looked at her in disbelief. Hermione Granger was talking to a professor like that? What was the world coming to?

Snape scowled, but managed a "carry on, as you were" and gave them the password. The two walked in and immediate Hermione walked towards the room to the left, and closed and locked the door. Rushing to a box in the closet she opened it up. Bags of blood were stored in a cool box, much like a refrigerator. Another box was beside it, where she placed a bag of blood and heated it to body temperature. Then greedily, she began to drink.

She was intoxicated. After sitting with all those bodies, pumping fresh warm blood, she had nearly gone crazy with hunger. The smooth liquid flowed into her mouth and as she finished the bag, a knock came on the door. Shit!

"Hey...Ummm...Granger....? Could we talk for a second...? Your other thirds are at the door....and I don't think the can survive without you for any longer...?"

The door opened. Draco swore he saw red staining her lips, and red retreating from her eyes. "Thank you, Malfoy. Now get. Come on in to my room guys." And with that, she closed the door behind her.

Later that evening

"Stupid Granger, I didn't want to be the one who patrolled tonight. I hate this..." Draco grumbled to himself. Turning a corner, he faintly saw a figure crouched at the end of the hall. "Hello? Are you alright?"

No answer came. He moved closer. "Excuse me, what house are you in. If I'm forced to take points off a house I won't hesitate to do so. Hello, can you hear me?" He had reached the person who was three feet away. Cautiously, he reached down to touch the person's arm. In a flurry of rapid motions, Draco Malfoy found himself against the wall, two feet in the air, and a hand wrapped so tightly around his neck that he couldn't breath. But what was scaring him the most, and he used this term scaring him lightly, because it took a lot to scare him, was the girl in front of him. Wild red eyes and fangs faced him, and as he began to lose consciousness, he realized that the girl....woman...

thing in front of him was none other that Hermione Granger.

His last thought was... 'When did Granger get red eyes...didn't they just become blue...?".....

A/N: Well, there is chapter 1.Hope you enjoyed. Review if you want, or if you have any questions. The gory parts will come soon, and the DM/HG pairing will come soon too. And by the way, if you were wondering why Dumbledore called Hermione Maria in the Prologue, I guess you will just have to wait and see why....HEE HEE!!!!!I try and update soon...