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Disclaimer: You already know who MOST of these characters belong to. The vampires are mine. Except of course Draco, Pansy, and Hermione.
Chapter 13
Hermione's Confession Part IIIt had been nearly an hour ago that Draco Malfoy and Jesamya Richards had parted with Hermione.
She sat near the lake, staring at her own reflection. She watched as little orange and white fish swam under her, but mostly she just looked at herself. After a while, her brow began to furrow, and she glared at herself. She couldn't explain the anger pulsing through her body. And she couldn't describe the hatred she felt towards Draco Malfoy for turning her. She raised her hand and swiftly brought it down over the surface of the water, and dark swirling ripples that spread across the lake replaced her reflection. The fish darted away, and hid among the plants that grew in the water.
Hermione brought her hands up, one of them dripping wet, and buried her face in them. She let out a strangled sob and found she couldn't control the tears that flowed out of her eyes. Her shoulders shook violently and she slowly fell forward onto the grass, laying there, mournfully crying for what had been taken from her. What she had allowed to be taken from her.
She hadn't realized that two boys had come up behind her. One of them knelt down and placed his hand on her shoulders. She sat up quickly and turned, wiping her eyes to see who had done it. She felt a sudden jolt of joy to find Harry and Ron standing there, staring down at her. But there wasn't anger there, at least not for her. They both sat down on either side of her and put their arms around her shoulders.
"It's okay Herm," Ron said. "We're not mad at you. We really want to go teach that git a lesson though."
Harry nodded.
"Besides," Ron added. "You probably fought him the whole time! (Hermione stiffened, but neither boy seemed to notice.) I know that you wouldn't just let Malfoy get a hold of you and do something like that. Besides who would want to be a vampire anyway? Drinking blood seems kind of nasty."
Harry pinched the back of Ron's neck hard.
"Ow! I mean, if you're not a vampire…it is," Ron added quickly, rubbing the back of his neck. Hermione sighed heavily. It wouldn't do any good to lie to them, because lies always came to light in other ways. The way she saw it, if she hadn't told them the truth about how she had felt about it when Draco was turning her, then they'd find out some other way. Probably because Malfoy would tell them that she hadn't tried to get away. When given the opportunity, she had stayed with him. When Draco was about to change her, she'd kissed him. What would they think of her then?
"I didn't try to stop him Ron," she said quietly. Almost so that they couldn't hear her.
Ron looked at her confused.
"What do you mean?" he asked slowly. Harry had let go of her too, and was now looking at her intently.
"When it happened, I didn't feel like myself. And I didn't try to stop him. I don't know why! I just…" she trailed off, not knowing what to tell them. They were looking at her exactly the way she had pictured. Like she was something vile and disgusting.
"You mean you actually wanted this?" Harry asked, his voice rising. "You let him do this to you!"
"Harry, please!" Hermione cried. Fresh tears were spilling down her cheeks, and Harry looked at them shocked. She wiped them away quickly, making the black smear across her face. It began to glitter as it turned into diamond dust, and she quickly brushed that away too.
"You let him do this to you?" Harry repeated, this time even more accusingly. She looked away. "Answer me Hermione!" he yelled, grabbing her by the shoulders.
"Yes!" she yelled. "I'm sorry! Alright? Please…" she said the last word pleadingly.
"I…" Harry seemed shocked, even though he had expected her response. "I don't know what to say to you…" He then turned and walked off quickly across the grass and into Hogwarts. She turned to Ron quickly, and found him glaring at her.
"I'm sure Malfoy will comfort you," he snapped, and he followed Harry and disappeared inside the school.
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Draco Malfoy was sitting in his dormitory, laying on his bed, with his hands behind he head when he'd suddenly felt a lot of discomfort coming from deep inside of him. He suddenly felt extremely hopeless, sad, and angry all at the same time. He didn't know why because he had been as giddy as could be.
He stood up and looked down out of his window to see Hermione Granger sitting in front of the lake, twenty stories down. Then he finally understood why he was feeling that way. His mind connected with hers and he saw Harry and Ron abandon her. He couldn't help but smile at that. It showed that the golden boys weren't living up to their Gryffindor reputation. The feeling had gone, and he was content again. Even though a deep part of him pitied Granger. He didn't realize it, but now that she was his offspring he had a connection to her that was unbreakable. No matter how much he disliked the girl, he would always be there when she needed him. He no longer had a choice in the matter. She was his blood now. Maybe not genetically connected, but it was something. He hadn't checked on Pansy yet, but he assumed Jesamya had found her. He didn't plan to go see her quite yet either, even though he had a duty to take care of her as well. But again, there was Jesamya.
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Pansy felt somebody sponging her forehead down. She opened her eyes and found the form of a girl before her. When her vision cleared, she saw wavy black hair, and blue green eyes staring at her. She sat up quickly, and immediately regretted it, for dizziness engulfed her. Jesamya placed her hand on Pansy's chest, and eased her back down.
"Who are you?" Pansy asked. She felt slightly relieved when she saw that she was still in her own bed and hadn't been kidnapped.
"That's not important," the girl said. She then reached up and moved Pansy's t-shirt out of the way. She saw the two swollen bite marks on the top of her breast. The girl bit her finger and let two drops of blood fall over the holes and they closed quickly, leaving two small, round, and white scars on her chest. She then fell back to dabbing Pansy's forehead.
"Am I dying?" Pansy asked, sounding quite scared.
"Far from it," Jesamya replied. "But you do need blood."
It was then that Draco entered the room. He smiled at Pansy and came to sit next to her. Jesamya watched the girl's face light up at the sight of him.
"So one of your offspring hates you, and the other loves you?" Jesamya asked quietly.
"I guess," Draco replied. "I don't like Hermione either though. There's no word strong enough to describe how I feel towards her."
"Then why did you turn her?" Jesamya asked, not looking up from Pansy, who had put her small hand inside of Draco's.
"Because she…" he trailed off. "I guess I was trying to hurt her…"
"It seems like she doesn't mind it so much," Jesamya said thoughtfully.
"Oh she hates it," Draco said quite confidently. "Her friends want nothing to do with her. She's ashamed she wanted it. And she also hates the fact that it was me who turned her."
"You're vindictive," Jesamya muttered, raising her eyes to him.
"Only towards the mudblood," Draco said. "And her friends. I bet if I presented Potter with this new gift, he'd take it just as quickly as she did. So would the Weasel. If it's an army that you want Richards, then I can give you that."
Jesamya looked up at him in interest.
"We take as many as we get," she replied. "We're fighting against Clan Lord. They're quite loyal to that tyrant wizard Voldemort."
At this Draco tensed noticeably, as did Pansy.
"They guard him you know," Jesamya went on. She'd noticed that the name had struck something in Draco but she continued. "When we take them out, then the wizards will have full access to their Lord Voldemort. We also plan to go after his death eaters."
"I…wow," Draco muttered. "I've got to go…" He then stood and left the room quickly.
"We've got a problem," Jesamya muttered to Pansy.
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"Maybe it was a misunderstanding," Ron muttered to Harry, who had been bouncing a ball off of the wall, then catching it, then bouncing it off the wall again.
"No," he said. "There's no mistaking that. Earlier today, when I had first asked Hermione for an explanation, Malfoy had come up to me to tell me to leave her alone. Me! When we're constantly telling him to get lost! He acted as though I was hassling her!"
"Well, I've always heard that vampires get protective over their fledglings," Ron said. "Maybe he can't help but come to her rescue when he thinks someone's harming her."
"I wasn't!" Harry said. "I was just trying to get her to tell me what had happened."
"I know, but it's different from Malfoy's point of view," Ron said. "Maybe when he saw you talking to Hermione, his instincts kicked in."
"Why are you trying to stick up for them?" Harry asked sharply. Ron sighed.
"Harry, she's our friend," he said. "Maybe we shouldn't have been so hard on her. She doesn't like him. She couldn't! And besides it's not like she ran off with Malfoy to go live happily ever after with him."
"She didn't say how she felt about him," Harry snapped. The common room portrait hole opened and Hermione stepped in. When she saw them she looked at them hopefully. Harry didn't look at her and Ron didn't seem to know what to do. So she quickly passed by them, not saying a word.
"She looks so sad," Ron muttered, staring after her.
"She let him do it, Ron! She let him touch her, and suck on her neck! And she didn't try to stop him! She said it herself," Harry snapped coldly.
Ron fell silent for a moment, as he let the words sink in, and he felt the anger begin to form. She said it herself. Why was he trying to stick up for her? The picture of Draco Malfoy sucking on Hermione's neck was a little too much. He hadn't seen the scar from her wound but he was sure Harry probably had.
"Besides, who knows what else she let him do," Ron added.
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Hermione found her hand cupping the two round scars on her neck. She blinked the tears away, even though she felt even more dreadful. Perhaps Draco Malfoy really was all she had left. She shuddered.
"Besides, who knows what else she let him do."
She remembered their lips touching, and their mouths working together. She remembered his tongue in her mouth and she did cry. Malfoy had kissed her, Malfoy had sucked on her neck, Malfoy had pressed himself against her, and she'd complied.
Hermione badly wanted a shower.
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