AN: GOMEN NASAI! I AM SOOOO SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING FOR…. checks NEARLY A YEAR! I was so caught up with high school that I completely forgot about this place until one of my readers e-mailed me and asked if I was ever going to finish this story and Pardon the Parody…… XD

I am really so happy people like my stories and that they review after every chapter. I will do my best to try to keep up with them, though I can't really make any promises. One never knows when short term memory lose will strike!

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Dark Fantasies

Hermonie woke up to a pink and orange sky. She blinked as memories from the previous night enveloped her. She, crown princess to the human lands was now a servant, no slave, since she doubted the vampyre who had taken her into his service planned to pay her.

She sighed as she rolled over and promptly ran into the side of an extremely hard bed frame.

Draco woke to extremely eloquent cursing. He stared at the canopy of his bed for a few moments before he was awake enough to realize the sound was coming from next to his bed.

Leaning over, he called a ball of flame to his hand to light the intruder.

Hermonie was curled into a tight ball, her hands wrapped around her head. Draco frowned. The slave spell he had placed on her the day before shouldn't be activating. What was wrong?

"Human girl, what have you done now?" He asked, trying to keep worry out of his voice.

"Your stupid bed is too hard! I merely exercised my right to roll over and your evil bed has to hit me!" Hermonie complained, wincing. "I want it hacked into little pieces and burned into ash."

Draco hurriedly rolled onto his back to keep the girl from seeing his rapidly growing smile that threatened to erupt into a laugh. It had been a long time since someone like her had appeared. Someone who was so full of light and happiness. Someone who could make him forget his troubles for the moment.

He felt a slight weight at the edge of his bed and looked over to see the human girl's head resting on the soft comforter. She watched him curiously.

"You're very pretty when you smile like that. You should do it more often."

Draco was caught off guard. What was wrong with the girl? Were all humans this ridiculous? If they were, he couldn't understand how they had managed to live this long. Maybe it was because of animal instinct…

"Don't talk to your master in such a carefree tone," he warned her, his mask back in place. Before she could talk back, he quickly said, "Since you're already up, you can help me get ready."

"Get ready for what?" Hermonie asked, curious in spite of herself.

"For another day at court," Draco grimaced as he stood up. "Slave girl, be sure that you make the bed and set out my clothes while I take a bath."

"I'm not your slave!" Hermonie stamped her foot indignantly. "I refuse to be a slave to a vampyre!"

"Too bad, you are. Be sure you get everything done, or you'll suffer a migraine and a full blown stomachache." Waving nonchalantly, he left the room leaving Hermonie to gape at his retreating back.

Hermonie gave the door an evil look as it shut firmly behind the vampyre's back. There was no way she was going to give in to him. She absolutely refused! Nothing would sway her from her path.

Wait. Didn't he say that they had grape jelly here? Which stands to reason they also have bread. Her stomach growled, reminding her that she hadn't eaten a decent meal for at least twelve hours.

Well, I suppose one day of working won't kill me, Hermonie decided. Walking to the bed, she stared hard at it, as if she could will the blankets to straighten themselves out. No luck there. They stayed limp and wrinkled. Sighing, she hefted one corner up and began to task of making a bed for the first time in her life.

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Draco lounged in his pool. Nothing beat a good soak in the water. Nothing except for killing and burning and killing stupid humans.

That led him to his human girl. He wondered how she was doing. Would she try to resist his power? He had given up trying to predict what she would do. So far, he had proven wrong on every count.

Sighing, he ran his hands through his hair, slick with water. He really should get it cut, or it might get tangled on a tree and kill him.

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"There! Finished!" Hermonie exclaimed happily as she surveyed the results of her work.

At that moment, the door opened again and Draco stepped in, a towel draped around his waist, and another around his dripping hair.

Hermonie crossed her fingers as she watched the vampyre's face eagerly. She hoped she had done everything to his satisfaction, not because he ordered her to, but because she had worked hard and enjoyed it.

Draco froze in place, one hand still clutching the towel to his head. Vampyres didn't drop their jaws when highly shocked or surprised, but if they did, his would have been halfway to the ground by now.

His bed, his beautiful bed… had been stripped of all the blankets and sheets. All that remained on a very wrinkled mattress were his many pillows, arranged … in a smiley face.

And that wasn't the worse of it. Piled on the table and chairs in the room was what looked like his entire wardrobe. Cloaks, robes, pants draped the furniture. The human girl had even managed to find his winter wear, and those were piled in another corner near the door.

"Wha- What in the world did you do?" Draco choked out.

Hermonie beamed at the vampire, not noticing he was glowering at her. "I think I found all of your clothes, but I'm not sure. This was everything in all the closets and in the wardrobe. I laid them in neat piles, so you can find your clothes easier. I couldn't get the blanket to straighten itself out. When I pulled one corner, the other one went crooked, so I decided that it would be easier if I just got rid of the blankets. Do you like the pillows? I thought it would be nice to welcome you home."

Had Draco been in a calm state of mind, he would had mentioned that she was in no position to welcome him home, and that it wasn't his home, merely his room. As it was, he was not in a calm state of mind. In fact, his mind could have been at that moment described as a whirling tornado or rage.

"ARE YOU MENTALLY CHALLENGED MORTAL? YOU HAVE DESTROYED MY ROOM!" Draco thundered.

Hermonie winced. She had made him mad, very mad. He was scary when he was angry. What had she done wrong? She just wanted to be friends with this cold stranger, but he was always angry with her.

"I'm sorry."

Draco calmed down for a second. He looked closely at the girl. She was covered in sweat and dust. It must have taken a lot of work to get out all of these clothes, and he could just imagine the frustration she must have felt when the blanket wouldn't even out.

He sighed, massaging his temples. What an interesting way to start his day. Hearing sniffling sounds, he looked over at the girl. She was crying softly, tears streaking down her cheeks as she stared intently at the carpet.

Something tightened in his chest, making it hard for him to breathe. He didn't want to see her cry. It made him feel guilty for some odd reason, though he hadn't done anything.

"Stop crying," He ordered. That only managed to increase the sniffles. Draco whacked his head against the wall mentally. What was wrong with her? What was wrong with him for trying to stop her pain?

He grabbed her chin gently and forced her to look at him. At the sight of her tear stricken face, the knot in his chest grew from the size of a walnut to the size of a beach ball. Careful not to scratch her with his sharp nails, he softly wiped the tears off her face, marveling at how soft her skin was. Like a peach, he decided.

"Stop crying," He repeated, holding her gaze. "This mess can be fixed, and if you stop, I'll show how it's supposed to be done."

Hermonie stared up at the icy blue gray eyes, trying to read the feelings of her captor, but they revealed nothing. His hands were cool against her warm skin. Why was he so gentle at times while so cruel at others?

Nodding slightly, she backed up away from him, suddenly uncomfortably aware of how little he wore.

Draco smirked at her, before reaching over the grab the nearest pile of clothing off a chair.

"Don't think you'll be so lucky to see me undressed everyday mortal girl. Now help me and pick up some of your mess."

Hermonie immediately lost her shyness.

"Nobody wants to see you half naked anyway!" She yelled back as she hurriedly grabbed a bunch of clothing and ran after him.

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Lucius grimaced. Draco was late for breakfast. Again. What did it take for him to get through to that boy?

Just as Lucius was debating whether to feed his son to flesh eating fish or to lock him in the dungeon with rabid rats, Draco ran into the breakfast chamber.

"DRACO! WHERE-"

"Sorry father. I had to clean up my room." Draco cut his father off as he walked to his seat next to Tom.

Lucius was about to continue shouting when he noticed something different about his son. Draco seemed happy this morning. Happier than he had seen him since his first wife died.

Draco, oblivious to the curious looks his family gave him picked up his fork and began to eat his breakfast.

After he and the human girl had picked up all the clothes, he had taught her how to make a bed. He smiled as he remembered the gleeful expression on her face as they had lifted the blanket into the air.

When they were done, Draco took her too his pool to let her take a bath while he ran o breakfast.

Tom occasionally glanced at his half brother's smiling face throughout breakfast. What had made Draco so happy? Tom frowned. Draco wasn't supposed to be happy. He had made it his goal in life to keep his half brother in the pits of depression. Something very wrong was going on and he would find out what it was.

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Hermonie munched happily on a warm, golden brown scone lathered with grape jelly. She felt pleasantly refreshed after her bath. It was such a nice feeling to be clean.

When she had came back to the room, she had found a plate of fresh scones and a large jar of jelly on the table.

She looked at the neatly made bed for the… she lost count, but that didn't matter. The bed was wrinkle free, with everything in its proper place. Pride filled her as she remembered the feeling of throwing up the blanket and watching it drift down as the vampyre had laughed.

Yes, the vampyre had laughed. He was such a very pretty person when he was happy. Today, she had seen his kind and caring side. But why didn't he show it more often? Could it be because he was sad and had nothing to smile about?

"That's what I'll do!" Hermonie decided, chewing the scone thoughtfully. "I'll make him smile more even if I have to ram my head against the bed every day!"

Well, maybe not that far. Hermonie rubbed her head. A permanent goose egg was forming there.

She fingered her new dress that the vampire had placed next to the pool for her. It was a cheerful pale yellow dotted with little bunches of flowers. Hermonie wondered where he would something like this. It didn't seem very dark and vampyrish to her, but then again neither was grape jelly.

"I see you're enjoying your breakfast."

Hermonie jumped up, scattering crumbs across the plush carpet.

Draco smirked at her, leaning in the doorway.

"Keep this place clean if you don't want to spend the rest of the day picking dirt out of the carpet slave."

Hermonie glared at him. Stay cool Hermy… Stay cool… Remember, we're going to be nice to him from now on. Oh forget that. She'll be nice after this last argument.

"It's your fault for scaring me! If you hadn't surprised me, I wouldn't have jumped."

Draco merely raised an eyebrow at her. He had discovered something. He enjoyed making her angry. It was funny to watch her poof up like an enraged hen ruffling her feathers.

Before she could blink, he had pinned in the chair.

"Stop cheating! Using your speed just because you can't think of a good come back is low down low!" Hermonie writhed in the seat, but it was useless. She settled for a what she hoped was a ferocious glare.

After a few seconds, Hermonie was getting very uncomfortable. It was a little unnerving to be stared at for so long. Ok, she lied. It was very unnerving.

"So, what's your name mister vampyre?"

"Draco," he replied curtly, before releasing her. "But you should address me as Master."

Hermonie massaged her shoulders. He had a very hard grip. She wondered if he had ever arm wrestled before. If he had, he was sure to have won every single one.

Draco took a seat across from her, leaning back, closing his eyes. His long sliver blond hair flowed out behind him, like the train to a lady's dress. Hermonie caught sight of it and stood up.

"Draco, let me braid your hair please?"

He opened one eye lazily and stared at her.

"No."

Hermonie grimaced. She knew that was coming. Of course the evil creepy vampyre wasn't going to just let anyone play with his hair. She wanted to just snatch it up and braid it anyway, but that would be rude, and Harry had always told her that rude girls never found a prince charming.

Draco felt hands going through his hair a few seconds later.

"Human girl, I said no." He didn't pull away though every single one of his vampyrian nerves tingled, warning him about letting someone get so close to him.

Hermonie ignored him as she continued to separate the hair into three equal parts. There was no way a prince charming would appear here, in the heart of evil and darkness, so she could be as rude as she wanted.

His hair was like the lightest silk. Hermonie hated to admit it, but she liked the feeling of his hair sliding through her fingers. It was so soft…

As for Draco, he would rather die then admit that he enjoyed the sensation of having his hair braided by the mortal girl. His mother had often liked to braid his hair when he was little, but no one had dared to touch him except for her. And now this human girl…

"There! I'm finished," Hermonie proclaimed as she released his hair a little reluctantly. Her own hair was thick and curly, near impossible to braid. So when she was little, she had practiced on her two older brothers.

"You better not have tangled my hair together, slave girl, or I won't be as forgiving as this morning."

Hermonie simply smiled at the vampyre. She understood him a little better now. He acted cold and tough, but inside, he had the capacity to be so sweet.

"And I hope your hands were clean too."

Well, just because he had the capacity didn't mean he was.

Hermonie couldn't help it. She started laughing. Resting her head against his soft, newly braided hair, she laughed until she had no more air in her lungs.

Unknowingly to her, Draco was smiling softly. The two stayed that way for what seemed like an eternity. Draco, comfortable and relaxed for the first time in a long while.

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AN: I wrote an extra long chappie to apologize…XD And I added lots of lufferly fluff in it too! I like making their relationship blossom. It makes me feel so inspired to be a better person! Not really, but it makes me happy that I can finally write about how the two of them are getting along.

Next chappie will reveal more feelings! Please forgive me and still review! I will try to update P the P as soon as possible!

P.S. If you are confused about the vampyre's diet, they have to drink human blood to live, but they can also eat normal human food if they so feel inclined too. Tell me if you have anymore questions and I will do my best to answer them.