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Chapter 15

Pansy On The Hunt

Draco watched as Pansy walked down the street towards a lone man. He was sitting on a bench and he appeared to be homeless. It was in the muggle world that they hunted, together as one. It was an intense moment as she snuck behind him, in the shadows, becoming one with the darkness. The only thing that could be seen was her eyes reflecting the light every so often.

Jesamya leaned against the wall of the building they stood in front of. She waited patiently, examining her nails and picking hairs off of her clothes when she spotted one with her needle sharp eyes.

"I have to talk to you," Draco said. She looked up at him with interest. He shifted and the chains on his trench coat rattled against the brick. "What you said, about your clan fighting against Lord Voldemort."

Jesamya did not flinch at the name, but a light came into her eyes that Draco was all too familiar with. They were glinting with mockery for the name, and it gave Draco a tinge of anger to see it there. Voldemort was only the most powerful wizard in the world! How dare she!

"Your Lord?" she asked, her voice silky.

Draco didn't say anything, but averted his eyes and looked to see where Pansy was. When he spotted her, she had the homeless man bent over the bench, his back broken, and she was sucking on his neck. He wasn't fighting for she had paralyzed him. His fingers clenched into fists every so often then relaxed. Draco smirked. She was a natural.

"I knew when I first mentioned what the Vampire Wars were really all about," Jesamya said quietly. "Elder's clan, my clan, is fighting against clan Lord V. That's Lord Voldemort's army of vampires. I assume you were one of his death eaters?"

"Have respect for him," Draco hissed. He hated her tone of ridicule. She looked at him, her eyebrows raised.

"Why?" she asked him. "Because you are his lap dog? Because he gave you promises that he has failed to fulfill? You dedicate your life to him, and for what? In the end you end up with nothing. Isn't that right? The second you become useless, then he executes you to keep you out of the way. I know his ways, as do you."

"You know nothing of him," Draco snapped. Jesamya reached over quickly and wrenched up Draco's sleeve to his right arm, to find his forearm bare, with no dark mark. She scoffed.

"And he hasn't even made you a follower yet," she whispered.

He yanked his arm out of her grasp and rolled the sleeve back down.

"And he definitely won't now," she continued.

"What do you mean?" Draco asked, advancing on her slightly. "Don't ever say a thing like that!"

"It's true!" she replied. "You're part of Elder's Clan. Not Clan Voldemort. You're now a sworn enemy of Clan Voldemort whether you like it or not. They won't take you in, and neither will your precious dark lord. You've been marked an outsider forever."

Draco grabbed her by the shoulders and lifted her up, pressing her against the wall.

"Shut your mouth," he whispered, squeezing her small arms. She smiled down at him, her dark hair, which lay straight tonight, tumbling over her small shoulders.

"Are you angry Draco?" she asked lightly, her voice sounding quite cheery. His mouth tightened into a thin pale line and she giggled. "It's not so bad," she whispered, knowing he hadn't stopped listening. "I know you're not an evil person."

Draco looked up at her sharply.

"Take it back," he whispered.

"Oh stop. You're not evil! You're not a nice person, but you aren't bad either. The Dark Lord recruits when he sees evil deep inside someone's soul. He was never going to take you in. Not unless you killed for him, and he knew that he was responsible for making you less human. You were a target for our clan Draco Malfoy. Your creator made sure you would pass before he allowed himself to be killed. He was old. Older than Elder and he was ready to die. He said you'd be useful to us in the fight. You really think you could've killed Daduayus? He could've snapped you in half if he wanted," Jesamya said.

Draco set her down, his breathing heavy.

"Believe it or not, we need you," she said. She then stood on her tiptoes and kissed him softly on the mouth, even though his lips were still drawn in a straight line. "More than you could imagine."

She was staring up at him, pleadingly.

"Please understand," she whispered. His gray eyes met her blue-green ones and he suddenly understood what he was meant to do. He didn't want to accept it quite yet but he believed her when she said that Voldemort would no longer take him. And if he wasn't good enough for the Dark Lord, then he was only good going against him.

"Which means I'm right there next to Potter," Draco thought. He shivered.

"No," he said. "That can't be."

"Do what you like with the information I've given you," she said.

"But my father… My family will be far from pleased. Lucius lives for the Dark Lord. And my mother Narcissa lives for whatever my father lives for. I can't do this. I…"

"I didn't ask anything of you. It's your choice," Jesamya said. She then turned and walked a little ways down the street.

"Pansy, let us go!" she ordered. Pansy let go of the dead man and stood up straight.

"I want more," she whined to Jesamya, who had approached the dead man.

"You're supposed to cover up your markings," Jesamya replied. She knelt down and spit blood onto the puncture wounds on the man's neck. "He died of heart failure now," she said simply. She then called to Draco and the three of them went off into the night. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Hermione stared into the fire, wrapped in a blanket. She was so cold. She wished she could sit nearer to the warmth but any time she got any closer a fear she couldn't explain took her, and she immediately back away.

"Was that Draco Malfoy you were talking to out there?"

Hermione scowled. Why were her roommates so nosy? She had cast a simple memory charm on both of them to make them forget the last hour and sent them off to bed. She could smell the blood inside of Parvati and Lavender. The first time she'd ever caught the scent, and she'd found she wanted to take both of them, be able to taste them and crush them in her arms. She knew she could do it, but instead she came into the common room and sat as near to the fire as her instincts would allow.

It was then that Harry Potter came down the boy's dormitory steps and she snapped around to look at him. He hadn't been able to sleep and he came down to sit next to the fire, only to find his place occupied. He turned to go back up the stairs when Hermione, gathering all her strength blocked his path using immense speed to get in front of him.

"We need to talk," she said quietly. He looked up into her face, which had turned a sickly gray color, as had the rest of her skin.

"Get out of the way Hermione," he snapped, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

She sighed. "Okay," she said. He went to move around her when she blocked his path. "On one condition."

She was trying his patience and she knew she was.

"What?" he hissed.

"If you can get past me by moving me out of the way physically (she watched him put his wand away) then I'll leave you alone. If not then you're going to talk to me," Hermione said.

Harry, his jaw set took up the challenge, and began to push against his former best girl friend. She wouldn't budge no matter how hard he shoved or pushed himself against her. She just stuck her arms out stubbornly and stayed put.

"Damn it!" he yelled panting. "Get out of the way."

"No," she said simply.

"Hermione, get-out-of-the-way!" he growled.

"No," she replied firmly.

"Hermione, I swear!" he said. He then pulled out his wand and pointed it directly at her face.

"Do it," Hermione said, only this time she sounded angry. "Go ahead, well you've got me right where you want me. It doesn't scare me!"

It was then that Harry let out a curse. She dodged it quickly and as she did, her corneas became lined with blood, the golden brown, disappearing into a black oblivion. That was it. Hermione lunged and sunk her teeth into Harry's flesh. He gasped and the two fell backwards off the steps, Hermione landing on top of him. He struggled against her trying to throw her off, but only succeeded in turning her on her side. She was latched on.

Harry's blood invaded her senses, and she'd never felt anything so good as this. She'd never tasted anything that she could even remotely compare to this. She could feel Harry's power draining into her, and he slowly stopped fighting her, and as he did a little and a little more of Hermione came back, leaking into the demon that had become she. She slowly became aware of what she was doing to him and it scared her when she realized her fangs were sunk into his neck and her mouth was full of his blood.

Her eyes, back to normal, had widened, and she quickly parted her lips and withdrew her fangs.

"Lord, God!" she cried. Harry was pale and unconscious. She knelt down, and put her ear to his mouth. She could feel his breath, but it was shallow and weak.

"Harry!" she cried. "Oh my God Harry I'm so sorry!" He was dying and there was only one thing she could think of to do for him. She moved her blue sleeve of her pajamas out of the way and bit her own wrist. She then quickly, wincing at the sting of the puncture wounds, brought her wrist down to Harry's mouth. The blood dripped in between his lips and slowly, his brow furrowed. He turned his face away, and the blood dripped down his cheek and onto his neck.

"Harry please," she muttered desperately. She had begun to cry. "I don't want you to die. You have to drink! Please!"

She grabbed his jaw and brought his mouth back towards the wound and his mouth opened to receive the blood. She was so relieved that she knelt down and kissed his forehead. Jesamya's words were echoing in her head.

"You'll turn against your friends," or something to that extent.

Harry sucked the blood out of her and she slowly began to feel pain again, so she withdrew her wrist and stared down at him.

"It's going to be okay," she whispered, pushing a stray curl out of her face. She repeated that, hoping she would believe it soon.

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