(A/N: Hi I am back! Due to the lovely reviews I got I decided to update and come back and write more! Lots of 'and's in there lol This is part two of the story, and I hope you all like it.)

Part II

"DRACO MALFOY!" I cried out.

It was him. His pale skin, his aristocratic chin, his whitish blond hair.. his tall form, his broad shoulders.. oh god it was him.. it was him..

"Granger what.. How?"

But before he could say another word, I pressed my lips onto his, pulling him into a deep kiss. I closed my eyes. He did the same. I poured all my stored emotion into that one kiss. That one deep kiss. My tongue savored every corner of his mouth, and battled with his tongue. In one deep kiss we shared every feeling, every emotion we had for each other.

Finally I pulled away. He clung on, leaning in again. I gently pushed his chest, and he seemed to come back to his senses.

"How come you're alive?" I choked out. His smile faltered. "You did kill me." He said. "But I didn't die."

I raised my eyebrow in confusion. He hugged me. "I died, but I didn't. You killed me, but the love you had for me, and the love I had for you kept me here, not truly dead, not truly alive." He rubbed his cheek on mine. "I'm nothing. I exist, yet I don't. I don't understand too. But here I am."

I touched his cheek. It was warm. But he had no heartbeat. "Are you a ghost?" I whispered. He shook his head. "No. I think the only reason I'm here is because I have business that I didn't finish here." He said. "Maybe I was supposed to do it before I died, but you killed me too quickly."

"I don't understand." I muttered. "But you look.. old to me. No longer 17. Does that mean you're not a vampire anymore?"

"I can take whatever age I want." He said. "I don't understand my existence too."

I sat down on the dusty floor. It didn't make sense. If Draco really did have to do something before I killed him, does that mean I stopped him fulfilling his destiny to fulfill mine? Then.. if he had fulfilled his destiny, mine wouldn't have been fulfilled? I didn't get it, and by the look on Draco's face, neither did he.

"Granger.." he muttered. I looked up. He smiled. "I'm so glad I met you again." He helped me up, and pressed his lips onto mine. His tongue traveled into my mouth, and I returned the kiss. He pulled back, and looked into my eyes for a fraction of a second, and brought his lips down to my neck. There he nibbled gently, making moans of pleasure escape my throat. His hands traveled down my back, and soon helped me get out of my black tanktop.

"You don't exist." I breathed.

"That doesn't mean I can't have you." He whispered. I nodded lightly and pulled his shirt over his handsome torso. He nibbled on my neck again, and his hands unclasped my bra. It fell to the ground. I pressed my body onto him, and felt him shudder as my breasts made contact with his bare chests.

"I don't want to get dirty." I whispered nodding my head towards the dusty floor. Draco grinned, and carried me to a bedroom quickly. As soon as the door shut, Draco pulled my pants down along with my underwear. I stood there naked, and for the first time in 6 years I felt shy. Draco smiled, and pulled himself out of his trousers and boxers. My breath caught in my throat.

He laid me on the bed gently, and started to suck my breasts. Moans of pleasure squeezed out of my voice-box, and my hands gripped his head as he flicked his tongue skillfully.

"Draco.." my voice cracked. I pulled his head up, no longer able to stand the pleasure. He gently pushed my hands away, and ran his tongue from my neck down my stomach. I gasped as his tongue start licking away down there, and felt my whole body moisten with sweat. I couldn't help it. I grabbed his head again and pulled him up. He frowned. I flipped him over, and kissed him.

"Granger.." he whispered. I moved down, and wrapped my mouth around him and started to suck violently. His breaths came out in short sequences. "Hermione.." he moaned. I stopped and he flipped me over again. "What are we doing?" he whispered. "Let's get it over with." He positioned himself right over me. He looked into my eyes as if asking for permission. I pushed him down towards me slightly with my hands. Taking that as a yes, he slid into me.

I winced, but soon as he moved with rhythm, my hips soon followed it. It was the most wonderful feeling I ever experienced. He began to move faster and harder, and moans escaped both his and my throats in short sequences. I cried his name out loud as we both reached our peaks, and he rested his head on my chest. We were both covered in sweat. I stroked his hair.

He was panting and so was I. I ran my fingers down his cheek, and accidentally cut him.

"Oops. Sorry." I muttered and wiped his blood. But as the ironic smell of blood reached my nostrils, I felt my teeth grow. "Oh no." I muttered. I forgot completely. Holy water! I sat up quickly, and he looked at me in surprise. "What's wrong?" he asked. I stood up, and dressed without words. He dressed as well, and followed me into the kitchen where I retrieved my bra and tanktop.

"I'm a vampire." I muttered. Draco gasped. "What?"

"I got bitten.. well not bitten but scraped by a fang last night." I muttered making sure my vampire knife was secure on my waist. "The blood spread very quickly. I was looking for holy water, because I had no hope of a potion anyway. That's when I met you." Draco gaped.

"So.. it's my fault you've turned?" he said. I shook my head. "No. I don't know. But it's not your fault." I pulled the knife out. "I guess I won't have problems finding my next victim." I smiled, and pointed the knife towards my heart. "I failed Draco." I said. Draco yelled and grabbed my wrist. "Are you nuts?" he cried. I wrenched my hand out of his grasp.

"It's my destiny to kill vampires!" I yelled. "So now it's my turn to die!"

"You're stupid!" Draco yelled back. "Totally whacko!"

I ignored him and pushed the blade into my skin. I winced, but pushed on. I felt the tip of my blade touching the edge of my heart. I stopped. I cannot die. I have immortality now. Why should I give it up? That's stupid. I pulled the knife out, and felt the wounds healing instantly. I grinned.

"I understand how you felt." I said. Draco grabbed the knife and threw it across the room. "Don't die." He muttered. I grinned insanely, and saw the blood seeping out from the cut I made. I licked my lips. My fangs grew. I grabbed Draco by the shoulders, and smiled. "I won't die." I whispered. Draco nodded, and leaned in to kiss me. I leaned into his neck instead.

"I won't die." I whispered again, and buried my fangs into his fair skin. He cried out in pain and tried to push me away, and I held on and sucked his blood. Tasty. Very tasty.

"Stop it Granger!" Draco croaked. Finally, he threw a punch right at the side of my head. I staggered and fell away. Draco picked up the knife. "I understand how you felt too." He said. I laughed bitterly. We've switched places.

"Kill me then." I said. Draco raised the knife. "Oh I would." He muttered. "For your own good."

He came towards me, and my aura told me to attack him. I obeyed, and slashed at his face with my unnaturally long fingernails. He winced, but he walked towards me still, and without hesitation he pushed the knife deep into my heart.

And suddenly, both of us realized something. It was as if a voice—the same voice—was talking in our heads. This was our destiny. That night, at the beach, this was supposed to happen. Draco was supposed to kill me, and I was supposed to die. Draco was supposed to choose his destiny as a vampire, and I was supposed to choose love. But we did the opposite, and now we made it right. Draco would become a vampire again. I would die. It was all correct now.

"I love you!" I yelled. Draco nodded. "Are you going to say the same thing again?" he smiled sadly.

"See you in heaven. For real this time." I muttered tears running down my cheeks. Draco smiled. "Yeah for real this time." He echoed. I felt the last of my life wiped away and closed my eyes.

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Draco watched the sun's rays disappear behind the mountains. He smiled bitterly. He was what he cursed again: a vampire. But he couldn't help it. It was his destiny anyways. To choose this over love. Choosing love was Hermione's destiny. And she did. He knew that someday, he would die one way or the other. And then, he'll finally be able to choose love. He jumped down from the mansion's tower and walked towards the city. Tonight, he'll feed on a human.

End.

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