A/N: I hope you like this update. Thanks to all the reviewers! I'll keep writing if you keep reviewing! Love to all!

Disclaimer: The lyrics used in this are not mine. Neither are the characters. Only the plot and the random characters I throw in sometimes.

Chapter 10

A New Hermione

Babble, Babble

Bitch, Bitch

Rebel, Rebel

Party, Party

Sex, Sex, Sex

And don't forget the violence

Blah, Blah, Blah, got your lovey dovey, sad and lonely, stick your stupid slogan in everybody sing along!

Are you mother fucker's ready, for the new shit, stand up and admit tomorrow's never coming! This is the new shit, stand up and admit. Do we get it? No! Do we want it? Yeah! This is the new shit, stand up and admit.

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He pushed his tongue into her mouth, the blood coating her lips with his force. The taste was slightly metallic and her body screamed for what he was giving her so willingly. His crotch dug into hers and she felt his arousal as their bond became more complete.

Her lips enfolded his tongue and she sucked on it hard, drawing her new life out of him. He groaned against her and she felt him grope the wall behind her to keep himself standing. His blood invaded her senses as it ran down her throat like liquid fire. The pleasure it brought her made all of her nerves scream and throb.

It was then that she felt Draco push off of the wall and rip his tongue out of her mouth. He wiped the blood from his lips as she felt her legs give way under her. She began to sink down the wall, as a new feeling appeared fresh in her. Pain.

She looked up at Malfoy, almost pleadingly and he just smirked evilly, turning his back on her.

"Malfoy!" she tried to cry out, but only air escaped her. She held the wound on her neck and began to slowly get to her feet, as Draco disappeared into the large crowd of sixth and seventh years from all four houses, deserting her.

She looked around helplessly, as her thoughts became more jumbled. The lights danced in front of her eyes and the music pounded in her ears, but everything was distorted and it made her panic.

She turned and went towards the girl's lavatory, hoping to get away from the noise and flashing lights. When she reached the entrance she fell through the door and onto the floor, trembling. She then fought to get to her feet and she stumbled into one of the stalls as two Hufflepuff girls watched in astonishment.

"Hey are you alright?" one of them asked. Her face was ugly and blurred. Hermione merely shook her head, eyes wide and glassy, not really knowing what the girl said and shut the door behind her. They hadn't noticed the blood running from the wound that was covered by her hand.

"Maybe someone slipped something in her drink," the girl replied.

"Should we tell someone?" her friend asked, looking at the closed stall door. "Isn't she friends with Harry Potter?"

The two girls then set off on the task of tracking down Potter to tell him that there was something wrong with his dear friend Hermione.

Hermione sunk to the green tiles on the floor as her head swam in dizzy half consciousness. Her body ached dully and then it got worse. Her breathing came in harsh gasps as she clung to the toilet seat for dear life.

Her gums began to throb and bleed. She heard loud cracking noises as her canines were pried loose and her new fangs broke through. She let out a loud groan of pain and spit her teeth onto the floor, along with a mouthful of blood she got in the process. She then rested her head on the toilet seat, shutting her eyes against the agony of her shredded gums, and she whimpered. It hurt so badly that she couldn't cry. She could just whimper and hold a hand over her mouth. All was quiet in the girl's lavatory after that.

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Harry scanned the crowd, with a worried expression on his face. At the moment he was hoping to see one of three different people. Hermione, Ron, or Malfoy.

If he found Hermione, he could make sure she was all right. If he found Ron, he'd have an extra set of eyes looking out for Herm, or Malfoy. If he found Malfoy, he could beat him senseless for making him worry like this, and possibly torture him until he said if he knew where Hermione was. He hadn't liked what Malfoy said at all. And any experience with him told Harry he wasn't one to be taken with grain assault.

Many foes were all talk. They threatened but there was never any action. You shook it off, or let it roll off of your back because you knew better than to take it seriously. With Malfoy, he'd threaten vengeance and then you got an unwelcome present in your gym shorts. Mini Blast Ended Skrewts or something like that. You didn't notice them clinging to the inside wall of your tidy whiteys until their asses exploded against your manly origins. After that little incident, Harry stuck to boxers.

Harry glimpsed flaming red hair bobbing above the crowd at that moment and he hurried towards the figure who he knew to be Ron. He pushed through gyrating students, almost knocking some of them over.

"Ron!" he called.

Harry couldn't figure how the three of them had gotten separated. They'd all been together at the beginning of the party. It was a Slytherin get together for God's sake! You had to watch your back at those things! It was a 'be paranoid and have fun at the same time' sort of thing.

He figured they'd slowly been pushed apart in the mash pit environment and never found each other again. That wasn't a good thing when the enemy surrounded you, and Harry found himself wondering why they even came to Serpent parties.

"Ron!" he yelled again, desperate to reach Weasley. No student in school had hair like that, and Ron was taller than most students. As was Potter. Quidditch players tended to be a bit lankier.

"Harry?" Ron yelled, standing on his tiptoes trying to catch a glimpse of Harry, before nearly being knocked over onto his ass. Harry saw a freckled hand shoot through the two people standing in front of him, acting as a barricade. Harry grabbed it and Ron pulled on the other side, and Harry pushed to get through. The pair gave him a dirty look.

"You make a better wall than a passage!" Harry yelled defensively. He and Ron then pushed their way out of the crowd, making sure they didn't get separated again.

"Thank God," Ron said after they'd separated themselves from the mob. "I've been looking all over for you! I couldn't find Hermione either. Where is she anyways?"

"That's why I was looking for you," Harry said. "I ran into Malfoy earlier. In the crowd. He seemed to be looking for her too. He said that he wanted a better taste of her. We've got to track them down!"

"Alright," Ron said. "Why don't you go check out the outskirts and I'll go look in the crowd?"

"Fine," Harry said, already leaving to look.

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Draco was pushed against the damp stone wall, Pansy before him. She ripped off his trench coat and threw it to the side. Her lips were smugly placed on his, and he groped her small waist, reaching around and down to grab her ass.

She bit his lip roughly, pressing her breasts against him. He parted with her to catch his breath and began sucking on her neck, occasionally brushing the tip of his tongue against her flesh. She shivered when his cold hands slipped under her shirt.

"Do you think the party will miss us?" she asked. He shook his head vigorously and the two made their way out of the Room of Requirement.

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Hermione opened her eyes against the green tiles in the girl's lavatory. Her two canine teeth lay in her line of view, about a foot apart from each other, in a puddle of dried blood. She groaned and slowly lifted herself off of the floor. Her neck was slightly sore and every time she looked to the side, it throbbed horribly.

She picked up her teeth, feeling disorientated and got to her feet, slipping them into her pocket. She then opened the stall door and stumbled out, leaning against the sink for support. When she raised her eyes to the mirror she gasped and stepped away from the sink, looking at herself.

The reflection in the mirror was not herself but…someone quite new and improved. She leaned forward slightly and reached up to touch her face. Her skin felt softer and the few blemishes she did have were now gone. Her skin was porcelain white, much like Malfoy's and her hair had become extremely smooth, and fell over her shoulders in long ringlets. She slowly opened her mouth to see what Malfoy had given her and when her lips pulled apart, she saw them. The evil little fangs that glinted at her in the mirror.

She felt dread sink deep inside of her and her throat began to burn as her eyes watered. The tears fell to the sink top and turned to small black diamonds, and she leaned down and cupped her flawless face in her hands and cried. No amount of beauty was worth becoming such a creature.

After she got her emotions under control, she looked at herself and wiped the black tears away from her golden brown eyes that had become lighter in the change. They reminded her of a lion's eyes.

The Slytherin Prick had misled her. He was just a snake and he'd used his power to take over her thoughts. But when she thought about it, Hermione knew she'd wanted it when the time had come. She wanted that extra power that he was offering to give her through his blood, and she'd taken it.

The question now, was why had he chosen her? Malfoy hated her. Unless this was the way he was finally getting his revenge. Aurors hunted vampires and both Harry and Ron wanted to become an auror when they got out of school.

Hermione wasn't quite sure how this was going to change her behavior, as she remembered the way Malfoy had grabbed her on the way to Hogsmeade. He'd looked so lost inside of the demon raging inside him. His malicious glint was gone, replaced with something very scary. Hunger and lust for human life. She hadn't understood it until she saw the same look in her eyes as she stared at herself in the mirror. The lion getting ready for the hunt. She didn't know this person in the mirror, she only knew this stranger was going to cause her more bad than good. She straightened her shirt and left the lavatory, in hopes of hiding the mark the bite had left. It had healed fully after the change was complete.

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Draco was on top of Pansy in her bedroom. They were alone so they didn't have to be too quiet. They were down to their under garments when Draco began to slowly trail down her body, kissing her neck, stomach, and hips.

She tangled her fingers into his blonde hair. He smiled against her skimpy underwear as he slipped them down her hips and below her knees. He kissed her inner thigh and moved back up and stopped below her belly button.

Operation V.E was in full sway. He slowly opened his mouth and pressed his fangs against her flesh. She gasped and sat up.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

He looked up, his corneas lined in blood, and for a moment Pansy's eyes went unfocused.

"You know Pans," Draco whispered. He sat up and laid on top of her. He then brushed his lips against hers. "I thought you wanted this…"

"I-" Pansy began.

She did want it. Her parents would be honored. She saw him smirk. He then moved down again and moved the cup of her bra out of the way. He then began to tease her nipple with his tongue.

"I do want it," she moaned finally. He laughed lightly in his throat and then bit down on her breast, hard. She squirmed under him and he put his full weight on her, holding her still.

Pansy's vision clouded and then went black.

A/N: Please review. I know this is getting a little more sexual, but I don't see it as a bad thing.