The Newest Addition in Hogwarts
"Where's Pansy this morning?" Blaise asked as Draco sat down. He grabbed the juice in front of him and Blaise noticed Malfoy's fingernails were painted black. He shrugged at Blaise and put the cork in the juice jug.
"Said she wasn't feeling good," he replied simply. "She had a headache or something like that."
"Oh," Blaise muttered, taking a bite out of his toast. "She probably has a hang over from last night."
"Yeah," Draco said smirking from behind his newspaper. He'd watched Pansy change into the magnificent creature that he himself was and had wished he'd stayed for Granger as well. He'd found it so fascinating as Pansy's skin paled, her hair smoothing out and becoming shiny and soft, it's natural highlights becoming apparent. She'd whimpered, reaching for his hand when her fangs came through and she'd squeezed begging him to stay right where he was. Her eyes had turned an emerald green. The poor girl had always seemed dull, but in those few minutes, she'd made a come back.
It was then that the doors to the great hall opened and in came Granger. Draco's silver orbs fell upon the mudblood…well the mudblood that had been purified and he felt his mouth drop at the sight of her. Her form seemed fuller, consisting of more womanly curves and such. Her skin had turned a cream white and looked extremely soft. It was her hair that really caught his eye though. No longer bushy and completely devoid of moisture and all over her face, but in soft ringlets down her back. Her lips seemed fuller, as did her breasts and bottom.
Hermione felt eyes on her and she looked up and found herself staring at none other but Draco Malfoy. When he realized she'd caught him gazing at her, he gave her a slow smirk. She didn't know quite what she felt when his mouth turned up in a smile that was directed at her. All she knew was there was a sudden magnetic pull to the Slytherin Prick and she found that she almost went to him. As if he were calling her to him.
Malfoy then looked away, returning his attention to Blaise.
She shook her head slightly to clear her mind of such thoughts and hurried to her table, where Ron and Harry stood waiting.
"Ah, she turned out even better than Pansy," Draco thought, Granger's features still glued in his mind. "Truly beautiful. And YOU made her what she is…" Draco smirked to himself. He felt like he'd finally evened the scores out. He gave her a gift he knew she wanted. Yet she was ashamed that she had received it. He could tell by her posture. Her shoulders were slumped slightly and she looked utterly pathetic. Good. He chuckled quietly.
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"Hermione!" Ron said hurrying to her. He enveloped her small form in his arms extremely relieved to see his best friend. At the party, Hermione had just disappeared. They'd left the Slytherin party when she wasn't in the bathroom, where they'd been told to look by two Hufflepuff girls. When they got back to the Gryffindor common room she hadn't been in her dorm either. Harry and Ron had waited until two in the morning but Hermione hadn't ever come back to the dorms… They'd been worried sick since, swearing they'd kill Draco Malfoy if he'd done anything to her. Of course this resulted in Harry bringing out his invisibility cloak and leaving to search the school.
"What the hell happened to you last night?" Ron asked squeezing her tight. She felt different to him some how. Not quite as small in some areas, and her body was harder…like cold stone against him.
"I felt ill so…" she trailed off, knowing that her friends wouldn't buy that she'd been in the dorms. They had probably come looking for her. "I went for a walk on the grounds and I sat under the tree by the lake. I drifted off and when I woke it was already dawn. I came back then."
Ron looked relieved, yet a little put off by something. Harry came up and hugged her as well.
"That's good to hear," he muttered, exchanging a puzzled look with Ron. "We thought Malfoy had gotten a hold of you or something. He's been acting really strange lately."
Hermione had tensed in Harry's arms and she knew he'd felt it. She pressed her lips together, doing her best to keep her small fangs out of his view.
"Malfoy always acts strange," she said. She then pulled out of Harry's grasp and sat down. She'd felt so cold… They sat across from her, staring her down, knowing there was more to what she'd told them. She usually cracked under the pressure and spilled what she was hiding but not this time. There was something literally shameful about what she was hiding. She was ashamed that she had wanted what Draco had given her. She was ashamed that she didn't regret it more… She was ashamed that she had stared at herself for an hour, when she'd returned from the forbidden forest, to admire her own beauty.
"Hermione," Ron said thoughtfully, his eyes piercing her. She took a sip of her pumpkin juice, her eyes rising to meet his and as they did they reflected the sunlight at just the right angle, glinting like a cat's eyes. Both Harry and Ron gasped and she looked at them feeling her heart sink.
"What?" she asked, her eyes wide with worry.
"I was just going to say you looked different!" Ron exclaimed quietly. "Hermione, you're a-"
But someone entering the great hall drew his attention away. Hermione, grateful for a distraction took a deep breath and took a moment to figure out what she was going to tell her two best friends.
The Great Hall had fallen silent as someone walked between the tables. She was shorter, about five feet, two inches tall. Her hair was long, sleek, and jet-black; her eyes were a bright blue color that seemed to glow in the morning light.
Draco yet again, for the second time that day, found his mouth hanging open.
Jesamya Richards stood in front of Dumbledore who was seated at the staff table.
"I've come to be sorted," she said. Snape pulled the withered old hat out from under the table. He then turned her to face the crowd and placed the hat on her head.
"Well, well, well," the hat said loudly. "We've got a late newcomer."
The hall fell silent. Hermione watched intently. She could feel a vibe coming off of the girl who stood facing her audience.
Jesamya's eyes trailed over the faces of the shocked crowd until they fell on Malfoy. She smirked at him, feeling extreme pleasure from his reaction. She then felt another presence in the crowd. Responding she looked to her right and found a brunette with smooth ringlets watching her. Jesamya was surprised to find yet another vampire in the crowd, and raised her hand up slightly as if to wave at Granger.
Hermione had yet another strange feeling pass through her. Warmth from the newcomer. She raised her hand as well, as they introduced themselves silently. Not with words, but with feelings.
"SLYTHERIN!" the hat screamed so suddenly that Jesamya jumped. More whispers followed this and she took the old hat from her head and handed it to the greasy man standing before her.
"I am Professor Snape," he said. "I will be your head of house."
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"Hermione!" Harry called. "Hermione wait up!"
He finally caught her by her upper arm and spun her around. He then quickly lifted her top lip up and took a good hard look at the pointy little teeth that stared mockingly back at him. For some reason he pictured miniature Malfoy faces on each of them laughing at him.
"Let go," she snapped.
"Hermione when did this happen to you? And why are you acting like this?" Harry snapped back, his grip only tightening on her.
"You know perfectly well what happened to me. And if you can understand, I want to be alone," she said. Her eyes were weary. It was then that he felt someone come up behind him, for he felt hot breath on the back of his neck.
"Let her go Potter," said a cold but all too familiar voice in his ear. He felt the hairs stand up on his neck. His fingers loosened on Hermione and she stepped back from him, ever so slightly.
"Sod off Malfoy," he whispered turning to face his archenemy.
"Can't you see the girl wants you to leave her alone?" Draco asked reasonably. "That's not too much to ask is it?"
Hermione then stepped in front of Harry glaring up at Malfoy.
"That's none of your concern," she snapped at him. "Come on Harry."
The two of them turned to leave, when Draco spoke again.
"Ah but it's only a matter of time," he replied. Hermione turned to look at him questioningly.
"Before what?" she asked.
"Before you come to me," Draco replied. "And lucky you. You're actually worthy to be in my presence now."
He saw her cheeks flush noticeably.
"I would never come to you for anything," she said, the anger not masked in her voice.
"That's what you say now. But you'll see…" he said. He then turned to find Jesamya Richards. He had a couple of questions to ask her.