Chapter 5-

AN- Sorry for the loooong wait. I have been lazy lately. Sorry. Well, I will get on with it now….Enjoy….

Damien laid on his bed and stared at the ceiling. 'Great. Weasel likes Hermione. Well, I am just going to have to make my move before he gets the chance.'

But what will that do to your friendship with him? The voice inside of his head asked.

'Friendship? With the Weasel? No way. I am just playing nice with them to get in good with Hermione.' he thought.

Liar! Don't act like you didn't enjoy hanging out with them just a little bit.

'Not at all. I just have to be nice to them for Hermione. Besides, I am a Gryffindor now. If I am not nice to Saint Harry Potter then everyone will know that I am not who I say that I am. Life will never be like it once was.'

Still, what about Weasley?

'What about him? He'll get over it. I will set him up with Parkinson. She is good at getting guys to forget things. She will make him forget all about Hermione.' Damien thought with satisfaction.

Weasley will never go for that Pug-faced slut! He hates her along with every other Slytherin in this school.

'If he only knew that he was "friends" with one.' Damien chuckled. 'Well, I will think about what to do with him later. First, I have to make my move with Hermione…'

Hermione couldn't sleep. She turned over and looked at her bedside clock. 'One a.m.!' she thought as she grunted in frustration. 'Well, if I can't sleep, I might as well get up and do something productive.' Hermione then swung her legs off of the side of the bed and stood up. She walked over to her dresser, picked up her book, and went to go read in the Common Room.

As she sat on the chair, she glanced at the cover of this new book that she had bought in muggle London at the beginning of the summer but had not had a chance to read. "Guilty Pleasures." she read. 'Hmm, I don't know why I got this particular book, but the cover appealed to me.' (It was dark pink with a single red rose on the front.) Hermione, being the kind of person who was very prudish, had never allowed herself to read this type of literature before, but for some reason this "Tough as Nails" vampire slayer appealed to her.

After studying the cover for a few minutes, she opened the book and began reading. A few minutes after that, Hermione smiled. 'I LOVE this woman! She is wicked-wait, did I just say wicked? Oh, Merlin, Ron is rubbing off on me.' She quickly brushed these thoughts off and continued reading.

'Hmmm, a vampire strip club? Interesting…' she giggled. 'Did I just…giggle! Oh MERLIN! Well, a vampire strip club with guys like that…'

"What are you reading?" Hermione heard someone ask before she heard footsteps approaching. She turned in her chair to see a half-naked Damien walking towards her. She blushed not only because of him outfit but because of what she was thinking about only seconds before he had came in the room.

"Oh, ah…nothing." she replied as she quickly tucked the book away. "How long have you been standing there?"

"Long enough to hear you giggling." he replied as he sauntered over to the couch next to her and sat down.

"I do NOT giggle!" Hermione replied matter-of-factly even though she knew that she had.

"Ri-ight." he replied giving her a knowing smile. "So, why are you up at nearly one thirty in the morning?"

"I couldn't sleep so I came down to read."

"Yeah, I couldn't sleep either."

"Why?"

"No reason. I was just thinking."

"What about?" Hermione asked, genuinely interested.

"You mostly." he replied, looking at his feet.

"Really? Good things?" she asked, blushing slightly.

"Nope. All bad things."

"Oh, like what?"

"Well, I was thinking about how your long wavy hair smells of vanilla, your eyes are the most striking combination of brown and gold that I have ever seen, and how your voice is like music to my ears. Yep, all bad things." he ended with a smirk.

By now, Hermione was blushing so deeply that she was worried her head would explode. She was about to comment when she saw something cross his features that made her frown.

"What?" Damien asked, puzzled at her reaction.

"That smirk." Hermione replied.

Damien's eyes were suddenly blank. "What do you mean?" he asked her, trying to keep his voice neutral.

"When you finished talking you smirked at me."

"Did I?" he asked, playing dumb.

"Yes, you did. I know that smirk." Damien gave her a blank face. "It is the trademark Malfoy smirk!" she concluded suspiciously.

"I-I…Who?"

"The Malfoys! Draco always had that stupid smirk when he wasn't glaring!"

"My smirk isn't stupid!" Damien retorted, before thinking. His eyes immediately widened and it took a lot for his hands to not fly to his mouth.

"I didn't say yours was." Hermione replied slyly. "It looks much cuter when you do it."

Damien was dumbfounded! She didn't know who he was. "Thanks." he said, blushing very lightly.

"Ah, you're blushing, how cute."

Damien paled. He had never been called cute before in his entire life! Sexy, evil, devilishly hansom yes, but cute? Never! "Do not ever call me cute again!" he stated in a shocked voice.

"And what if I do you cute little boy?" Hermione mocked.

"I'll do this." he yelled as he jumped out of his chair and descended upon her. He began tickling her without mercy.

"STOP!" she yelled as she tried to get away.

"No, I don't think that I will." he replied as he continued.

Hermione was laughing hysterically and she couldn't get him off of her. Finally, he stopped and pulled back to look her in the eyes. "Are you ever going to call me that again?"

"Yes." she hissed through her laughter.

"That, my dear, was the wrong answer!" he said before attacking again.

After a few more seconds, Hermione couldn't take it anymore. "OKAY! I won't :gasp: call you cute any more!"

"Good." Damien said as he stopped tickling, but didn't move away. He stared into her eyes from only a few inches away. Soon, he found that he had moved closer so that he was only one inch away. He risked a glance down to her lips and decided to go for it. If she pushed him away…well, there is only one way to find out.

Damien closed the distance between them by pressing his lips lightly to hers. It was obvious that she was shocked because she didn't respond, but soon her arms wrapped around his neck and she was kissing him back. Damien licked her lips, asking permission for entrance and when she opened her mouth to him, he didn't hesitate to deepen the kiss.

They let their tongues explore each others for several minutes before Damien finally pulled away to let them catch a breath. 'Wow! She is a great kisser!' Damien thought as he brought his glance up to meet hers. She blushed and looked away.

"I think that I should go to bed now." Hermione said, still not looking at him.

"Oh, okay." he said, moving away to give her room to get up.

"Goodnight, Damien." she said as she boldly gave him a peck on the lips and left.

Damien was momentarily shocked. Even though they had been snogging only minutes before, the kiss was still unexpected. "Goodnight, Hermione!" he called right as she was shutting her door.

Damien went to sit down when he felt something. He stood up and looked at what he had sat on. It was the book that Hermione had been reading. He held it up to the light and was shocked by the title. "Guilty Pleasures?" 'What is our little bookworm reading?' he wondered as he opened it to the first page.

Willie McCoy has been a jerk before he died. His being dead didn't change that. He sat across from me, wearing a loud plaid sport jacket. The polyester pants were primary Crayola green. His short, black hair was slicked back from a thin, triangular face. He had always reminded me of a bit player in a gangster movie. The kind that sells information, runs errands, and is expendable.

Of course now that Willie was a vampire, the expendable part didn't count anymore. But he was still selling information and running errands. No, death hadn't changed him much….

'A vampire novel…interesting.' he thought before continuing.

…Monica calmed enough to fake an ominous stage whisper. "Do you know what lies around this corner?"

As a matter of fact, I did. The last vampire killing had been only four blocks from here. We were in what the vampires called "the District." Humans calling it the Riverfront, or Blood Square, depending on if they were being rude of not.

"Guilty Pleasures." I said.

"Oh pooh, you spoiled the surprise."

"What's guilty pleasures?" Catherine asked.

Monica giggled. "Oh, goodie, the surprise isn't spoiled after all." She put her arm through Catherine's. "You're going to love this, I promise you…."

'Hermione is reading about a vampire strip club!' Damien thought, amazed. Then, he yawned. Damien tucked the book away and went to bed.

(AN- hello everyone. Please don't be mad at me for taking so long. I am sorry.

Disclaimer-I don't own Harry Potter or Anita Blake! Sadness!

Well, I will try to update soon! Please read and review!)