AN: Last chapter left off with a cliffie!!! feels evil Anyway, long chappie in the spirit of Chinese New Year!!!! Hope you all enjoy and have a wonderful holiday!!!

P.S. If you are confused about Draco's family history, here's an explanation, his father first married his mom, and had him. Then his mom died and his dad remarried to Narcissi, who brought her stepson, Tom (Thomas) into the family. Draco is now a 'bastard' son, and cannot inherit the throne… or can he? evil look

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Dark Fantasies

Hermione groaned. Her head was throbbing, and not because of the run in with the tree branch either. It pounded a war drum in her head, while her stomach threatened to upheave her lunch, what little lunch she had actually eaten. As her vision blurred, she heard something, but pushed it into the back of her mind.

Draco walked in to his room, to find the girl hunched over the bed, one hand on her head, and the other over her stomach. She was swaying unconsciously, not taking notice of him, or anything else in the room. He smirked. The spell he had placed on her worked. Lifting his hand, he flicked his wrist.

Hermione instantly felt the restraints on her head and chest lift, leaving her gasping for air. Air, it was so precious, so wonderfully refreshing. Slowly, her erratic breathing returned to normal. As her flushed skin color went back to its usual color, she looked up, and stared at the intruder.

Draco hid his emotions, his face revealing nothing about him, as he watched the human girl search his face. To his surprise, this time, there was no fear, just a simple searching stare. Finally she opened her mouth to speak.

"I'm thirsty."

Had Draco been anyone else, he would have ran straight into a wall. As it was, he was him, and he didn't, but it took and amazing amount of will power to keep a straight face.

The words came now, in a fast rapid explanation.

"I'm thirsty, and I'm hungry. What ever you did, who ever you are, can wait till later. I really don't and won't care until I fill my stomach."

Draco nodded mutely, not yet trusting himself to speak. He waved his hand, and a flash of red appeared in the air where his hand had been, but soon faded. A minute later, there was knocking at the door. Draco opened the door and wheeled in a cart filled with steaming hot food, human food. Best of all, there was a huge pitcher on the bottom rack, sure to satisfy her thirst.

Greedily, she began to gobble food down, like her life depended on it. Once her hunger was appealed, she turned on the water pitcher. She grabbed it and not even stopping to see if there was a cup to pour it into, began to pour the liquid down her throat.

She was sadly mistaken though, when instead of cool, clear water, blood red liquid poured out. Hermione choked and sputtered. She ran to an empty basin near the bed and began to spit out as much of the red liquid as she could.

Hermione heard sarcastic laughter from behind her. Spinning around, she turned furiously on the vampyre.

"You evil bloated overstuffed pompous no good cow!" She hissed venomously, forgetting who, or rather, what she was talking to.

Faster than her eye could follow, she was pushed up against the wall, cold steel like fingers tight around her throat.

Draco glared at her. "Don't forget your place, mortal. You can easily be disposed of if you should become more trouble than you're worth."

In Hermione's opinion, she was already more trouble than she was worth. Clenching her teeth, she glared back at Draco.

Eventually she asked, "It was you, wasn't it, that caused my headache."

Draco loosened his grip, but didn't release her.

"Yes," He replied shortly.

Hermione glared, as best she could, being in the position she was in.

"You are a spiteful, horrible person. That really hurt! I want an apology!" She demanded.

Draco was amazed at the nerve this girl had, in all his years, no had ever spoken to him in such a manner. Then, the reality of the situation hit him. Here he was, a mere inch, to, half inch form crushing this mortal girl's windpipe, and she still dares to glare at him and demand an apology.

Releasing her, he turned away so she wouldn't see the smile that threatened to evolve into a laugh.

Hermione looked at the vampyre's back in confusion. Was he alright? She was very glad he had let go of her neck. Any longer, and she might have died from lack of oxygen. Even so…

"Um… Excuse me, but… I'm still thirsty." She asked timidly.

Draco turned to look at her. As he did so, a strange feeling arose in his chest. As if there was a very warm furnace inside of him. A feeling of light airiness overcame his thoughts. Looking deeply into her eyes, he gave a curt nod and left the room.

Hermione stared as the door closed behind him. What was going on? A second ago, he had almost seem friendly, or at least, no hostile toward her. Sighing, she laid back down on the bed, as the events of today overwhelmed her. She wanted to get free of this place. When her mind couldn't handle it anymore, it did the natural thing, shut down, and Hermione fell into a deep and dreamless sleep.

When she awoke, the sky outside was dark. Hermione sat up groggily, wondering how much time had passed. Looking around, she could see that someone had already cleaned up the blood she had spat out earlier, and now, there was another pitcher by the bed. Eyeing it warily, she picked it up, and stared at the clear liquid suspiciously. She tipped it into a cup and sniffed it delicately, before taking a small sip.

Hermione sighed happily as cool, refreshing liquid water ran down her throat. Her suspicions satisfied, she happily chugged down nearly half of the pitcher.

She got up and walked slowly to the window, not sure of what to expect. Hermione's head spun as her eyes took in the sight outside the window.

A huge bonfire was burning, as if hell itself had come to earth. Near the fire, was a cage, filled with…humans. Hermione could see a middle aged woman with a small child clutching her skirts, an old man, knees quivering, and a boy, her age.

They looked in fear at the flames, Then, a figure Hermione hadn't noticed before, raised his arm. She stifled a gasp as the old man was pushed out. The poor man could barely stand up, as he was roughly pushed toward the figure.

She squeezed her eyes shut, but not before she saw the figure pull out a sliver dagger. The old man's creaky voice screamed in her ear before it was suddenly cut off. Her eyes opened of their own accord, as she watched in horror as the lady and then the boy went through the same fate. As the blood spilled out of the boy's body, Hermione had a lurching feeling in her stomach.

The child was dragged forward, kicking and screaming. As the dagger lifted for the final time, the little child uttered a bloodcurdling scream, and then, there was silence.

Hermione gasped. This couldn't be happening. It must all be some terrible nightmare! The silence was overwhelming her, suffocating her. Before she knew it, her own mouth had opened and a scream erupted from her throat.

A cold hand of steel clamped down on her mouth before any sound could exit.

A smooth voice whispered silkily into her ear, "I wouldn't do that if I was you, dear."

Hermione near had a heart attack as she heard Draco's voice. How long had he been there?

"They aren't quite finished with the ritual yet, and I would just hate for them to find you here and cut that pretty little neck of yours." He continued.

He lifted her easily off the floor, where she had collapsed, and deposited her onto a chair near the bed. He then sat himself on the seat across from her, reclining calmly, as if this happened everyday.

Slowly, Hermione's breathing returned to normal. She was still shaky, but she was calm and in control of her mind again. She lifted her head and looked into Draco's silver eyes, looking for something, she didn't know what.

Finally, she croaked out in a hoarse voice, "Let me go."

Draco's eyebrow rose amusedly. "I caught you. Do you think I would let you free so soon, mortal?"

"I won't stay here! I won't ever stay in a place where they kill innocent children!" Hermione cried out in frustration, tears threatening to burst out of her eyes.

"That's an interesting thing to hear from someone from a race of people who kills innocent animals and animal babies." Draco countered.

"We kill them because we have to eat! If we don't we die!" Hermione finally said.

"What do you think we kill humans for then?" Draco asked languidly.

Hermione's head snapped up as she stared at Draco, at loss for words.

"Anyway, you're not leaving. If you do, you head will start to hurt, like earlier."

"So basically I stay here and rot, or I try to run away and rot."

Draco smiled a not so sweet smile. "Correct."

He was rewarded by a glare from Hermione that could've melted ice.

Ignoring her, he continued, "You will now sleep on the floor next to my bed. Every morning, I expect my breakfast waiting for me when I get up. During the day, if I am away, you will clean my chambers. If I am here, you will stay silent and not disturb me. Am I understood?"

He grinned in his mind as he watched Hermione jaw drop about a foot.

"Y-you evil thing!" She raged.

Hermione could feel herself turning red from rage. What nerve this vampyre had! Didn't he know who she was? She wanted to leave this place. She wanted Harry and Ron. She wanted more grape jelly! In fact, she wouldn't mind seeing Krum… no, she wasn't that desperate.

Living with a vampyre might not be that bad after all. At the very least, she'd be able to avoid Krum. And you never know… maybe vampyres like grape jelly too.

Draco had been watching Hermione's look of horror change into one of thoughtfulness. He was curious and would have given nearly anything to know what was going on in her head.

His thoughts were interrupted by Hermione's voice.

"Alright. I'll agree to what you say as long as you answer some questions for me."

Draco decided not to point out she was in no position to bargain. He was too curious to know what her questions would be.

"I will answer your questions, but I won't guarantee the truth." He replied smugly.

Hermione looked a bit worn out. She had hoped she could get this over with quickly. Why did he have to insist on making things difficult for her? Even so, it was better than nothing.

"Okay, first, what will I get to eat?" This question had been bothering her for a while. She certainly was not going to drink blood like the rest of these barbarians.

Draco was a bit disappointed. He was hoping for something more sinister.

"We have human food here. You won't starve as long as you do your job."

"That's wonderfully relieving." Hermione said honestly.

"Next, will you ever let me go?"

Draco contemplated this question. Would he ever let her go? No. Not really. If he ever did get tired of her, he'd kill her and suck her dry. But no need for her to know that.

"Depends on how well you behave."

Hermione had one last question.

"Do you have grape jelly here?"

Draco stared. For a moment, he wondered if he had picked her out of a mental asylum. She couldn't be serious, she must be joking. No, wait, her face was completely serious.

"Yes…" He replied hesitantly.

"Yay!" Hermione danced around happily. This was wonderful. If she had to stay in a place and work her bum off, it might as well be someplace with grape jelly. Turing to Draco, she threw her arms around him and hugged him without a second thought.

"Mister, you're hired!" She told him happily.

Draco had frozen. No one, and he meant no one, had ever hugged him. Why? Simple, they were afraid of being roasted alive. Yet, here this human girl was, hugging him. What was wrong with her? Did she not realize she was hugging her enemy?

She was so warm though. And against his will, his mouth quirked up, into what could have been a tiny, minuscule smile. Not one of his smirks, or sneers, just a nice, warm smile.

"Go, go get some blankets from the next room and make your bed." He finally managed to get his voice to work.

He watched as Hermione scurried off to a door leading to another part of his chambers. A warm feeling rose in his chest. What was she doing to him? He was of a proud and noble bloodline! He could never fall for some one as low as a human. Right?

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AN: I ish done! Hope you all liked it! The more reviews I get, the sooner I update, so review!!!

P.S. If you are confused about Draco's chambers, here's a brief explanation. He has one main room to sleep in. Then, there are other rooms connected to it, like a living room, bathroom, meeting room, etc. So basically, Draco has his own suit of rooms in the castle…. Lucky bum… XD