AN: Sorry about the really long delay..... For my random excuses and stories...check out my author's note in chapter 14 of Pardon the Parody. Anyway, I am back... YES! After two weeks of mountain climbing and fevers, I am back up and running!!!!! FEEL THE POWER OF THE ENERGIZER BUNNY!!!!!! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!

(cough) So...um....yeah....Here's chapter 3 for you folks!

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Dark Fantasies

Hermonie felt like panicking. No, scratch that, she was panicking. Krum's heavy body was collapsed on top of her and she couldn't see a single thing. Plus, he was, very, very heavy and she was expected to hold him up. Her knees were buckling underneath her and if she didn't get him off soon, she would go down with him, smooshed.

Draco watched amusedly as the human girl struggled with the weighted body of her captor. He had arrived in time to see this foul, disgusting pig of a man trying to take advantage of HIS prey. Growling angrily, he had sent a poisonous blade into his back, and now he watched the entertaining scene in front of him. He was interested to see what this girl would do.

After a few minutes of trying to push him off, Hermonie gave up, this wasn't getting her anywhere. If she wasn't pushed up against the tree, she wouldn't have such a problem. Stupid Viktor! Why'd he have to pick a tree of all places to push her against! Why'd he have to collapse at this exact location???

Then she had an idea. He could actually use her location to her advantage, and if her idea didn't work, she didn't have anything to lose. She squirmed and wriggled until Viktor's head was propped up against the tree trunk. Slowly, as not to unbalance the body, she sank to the ground.

There! Just as she thought! Victor's stiff armor head his neck straight and his body remained propped up against the tree, while she squished her way out between his legs and the tree.

Finally getting that task completed, she stood up and blew out her abated breath. At last, she had time to try to figure out what had happened.

Hermonie surveyed her surroundings, and froze. There was a vampyre, standing right there, a few yards away from her. And he was staring at her. Tensing up, her mind automatically played back all the things she had ever heard about these vile, death bringing creatures.

"They'll suck you dry, to feed themselves, dirty scums."

"Acting all superior, and killing our innocent children."

"They'd sooner kill you then look at you."

"Bloody scoundrels! They raped my child!"

"Majesties! Help us! They killed my young 'uns!"

Everything she heard seemed to reek of one word, death. For a few moments, time had frozen for her as she stared into the face of the devil himself. Then, her natural self defense system kicked in as she sprung up and ran.

She had absolutely no idea where she was going, as thick trees passes by. All she wanted to do was get away from that... thing.

Running blindly through the woods, the trees went by in a blur as low hanging vines slapped her in the face. Her shoes had fallen off sometime during her mad gallop and her feet were no doubt bruised, if not bleeding. So caught up in her fear, she did not see the low hanging branch in front of her. And if she had taken time to stop and examine it, she would have realized that it was the same one that she ran into on her way to the market. As it was, she once again ran smack dab into the branch and conked out on the forest floor. Only this time, she had been going at a lot faster speed, causing more damage. Hermonie's vision slowly blurred and began to fade into darkness. The last thing she remembered was silver.

Draco stood over Hermonie's unconscious body, trying desperately to control laughter that was bubbling inside his chest. This wasn't supposed to happen. He was a vampyre, and vampyres don't have feelings. Shrugging off his feelings, he carefully lifted her limp body up and took off into the growing dark of the sky.

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Lucius glared at his son. He was furious, but he would not let his anger control his judgment. Oh, screw his judgment.

"WHAT DID YOU BLOODY THINK YOU'RE DOING!?!?!!?"

Draco grimaced, where he knelt on the ground before his father. King Lucius was known for his untamable anger.

"I apologize. I was occupied."

"WHAT WAS SO BLOODY IMPORTANT THAT YOU NEAR MISS THE CEREMONY?!?!?!"

"..."

Lucius glared at Draco.

"Fine. Have it your way! But I expect you to be ready in the future when you are called upon. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes father."

Turning away, Lucius said, "Very well, leave me."

Draco gave a little tilt of his head that could have been taken for a bow, and left.

Luicus groaned to himself. It was always like this. Ever since Draco's mother died, he took to spending long hours away from the palace. Those hours grew to days when he remarried. But he had never stayed away for so long, especially near a major event.

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Draco stormed furiously to his room. Why couldn't his father that he needed time away from them? Was it to much to ask for a little peace and independence? If he wanted to go out and kidnap random humans, it was his business, not his family's.

He burst into his chambers and headed straight for his bed room. It was only then that he remembered the girl.

As soon as he had reached his room, he had placed her on his bed, and was about to go bathe when a crier from his father had arrived.

And now, he finally had time to examine his new toy. She was still unconscious, and a dark bruise was rapidly spreading across her forehead. It would take time for that to heal. Her hair was a mess as well, tangled, with leaves and twigs.

Draco absently pulled a leaf out and dropped it to the floor. He was hot, and sticky and he wanted a bath, but there was something he needed to do first. With a wave of his hand, two thin bracelets appeared in the air. They were made of silver, with gold scrollwork. Draco snapped them on Hermonie's wrists, one on each arm. The girl could try to escape, but if she did, she had an unpleasant surprise coming to her. With that thought in his head, he turned and headed toward a hot steaming bath.

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Viktor Krum was in a rage. This had never happened before! He was the strongest king in all the human realms! How could he have been so careless! It was lucky that he had had his armor on. Krum's armor was all specially customized. He had many enemies who would more than love to stab him in the back, so the armor had a thick layer of steel covering his back and chest. He paced back and forth in the throne room of Harry and Ron's castle.

"Are you sure the Hermonie was kidnapped?" Harry asked, concern in his every look. "Could she have just run away?"

Krum blew up. "LOOK AT THE BLASTED DAGGER! It's the metal work of Vampyres!!!!"

"Then let's go get her back!" Ron stood up, rage in every feature.

Harry too, felt like bombarding the dark castle, but had to be calm and reasonable. Hermonie had seeming been kidnapped by a vamypre. For what purpose, it was unknown, but, thinking back to the stories he had been, her future did not look bright.

"Let's think about this for a minute, Ron, King Viktor. We cannot simply rush onto Vampyrian lands, they'd have us all destroyed within the hour, and that would, in no way benefit Hermonie."

Ron stiffly sat down with a sigh. "You're right Harry, you always are, but I can't help being worried for her."

"What do we do then? Are we just going to leave her there?" Krum bellowed, drawing attention back to him.

"No, we need a plan. We need Chancellor Dumbledor."

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Draco let a sigh of relief and contentment escape him as he sank into a hot steaming tub of water. When was the last time he had let water wash over him, and released all thoughts? Far too long. He surfaced again, as the stray thoughts appeared once more.

What was he going to do with the human girl? He had doubts that any other vampyre would dare harm her, he had marked her well. But as for the girl herself, what was she going to do? Perhaps he would eventually kill her, but for now, the plot was becoming interesting, and he was curious about her. There was time enough to kill her, besides, what was time to him?

His thoughts took to a darker trail as he thought back to the previous conversation he had had with his father. Ever since his mother had died, Draco had become more isolated. He did not like people whispering about him behind his back, and he did not like how the plotted his future.

The dislike grew to hate, when he father remarried, to another lady, who in Draco's opinion could never take the place of his mother. Narcissi also had a son, his age, named Thomas, called Tom. When they had first moved to court, there was a huge fuss over who would inherit the throne, when Lucius died. In the end, Tom won. With his mother to coax Lucius in bed, in seemed to Draco, there was no competition at all.

Ever since then, Tom had worn his authority like a sword proudly on display, but lethal at the same time, not hesitating to kill when he felt like it. It would be a sad day for the kingdom of vampyres when he took the throne. Tom had always gotten what he wanted, while Draco was cast aside. Lucius made sure both his sons were treated equal, but none of it mattered. Draco could not bear anything to do with his step brother, and made it clear, very clear to all. Tom knew it as well, and used the hate to his best advantage.

Draco glared furiously at the water in front of him, as if it was to blame for all the problems in his life. Well, no one would the girl away, he'd make sure of that. With that determined though in his head, he dove back into the water and let it carry his thoughts away. When he could hold his breath no longer, he surfaced, died and dressed himself, and began to walk back to his chambers. The girl would soon awaken.

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Hermonie felt as if she had been hit over the head with a club. Well, in a way she had. Memories began resurfacing as she slowly dragged her mind up from the dark and painful abyss it was in. She felt groggy, and her eyes didn't seem to want to open. But she forced them open, just half an inch anyway.

At that moment, she remembered what had happen. It all came rushing back to her, like a steam train. Gyrion, the tree, the vampyre, and then the silver. Suddenly, sitting up, fear helping her to ignore the pain, she looked around her. She was in a completely different place. The bed she was on was luxurious and soft, the sheets silk. She was positive the window draperies were velvet, and the wood of the finest workmanship. In short, she had no idea where she was.

She was all alone, in a strange place. Then, the nausea started.

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AN: Welp, I finally finished another chappie! Hope you liked it! I had fun writing this chappie. :D I realize I might have spelled quite a few names wrong, but please forgive me! XD You know who I'm talking about! XD