Draco's P.O.V

I could feel as the sweat slowly dripped down my body. But my dream would not release me, not yet. I thrashed around, no doubt making a mess of the bed I lay asleep on. My veins boiled, listening to the call of blood, and I tried to pull myself away, but I was already too far gone. I felt as my teeth lengthened, and I knew if my eyes had been open they would be glowing yellow. My eyes only then showing me to the world what I really was. A vampire.

I groaned aloud, and my ears picking the sound out from behind the locked doors of sleep, slowly opened…

I shot up out of my dream; breath heaving, as I gulped down on air. Shit. My arms were even shaking. I flung the twisted bed sheets aside, and wobbly made my way to the bathroom door. Even before I entered, I could see my eyes as they glowed back at me through the open door from my reflection in the mirror.

Quickly I made my way over to Hermione's adjoining door. Never would I want her to witness me like this. As quietly as I could, I turned the lock. It clicked shut. And I cringed, praying that she hadn't been awakened to it. After a moments pause, and no sound coming from the other room, I turned back to face my reflection.

The sight wasn't one of my bests. My hair hung in disarray in my face, as yellow eyes peered out at me from behind the slivery locks. I could see the sweat that still lingered on my naked chest, and grabbing a towel from the rack, I dried myself off. Next I looked back at my face. Ever so slowly I opened my mouth. I knew what was there, but to see the teeth there gave me a slight start.

Shit. I ran my hand through my hair in agitation. I knew what these signs meant. I needed to feed. I stalked the bathroom floor cursing. I needed to go to Snape, he was the only one who could help me with this.

That's when I heard the soft footfalls coming closer to the bathroom. Someone knocked on the door quietly, "Draco? Are you ok in there?" I relaxed, but I became as tight as a stretched out rubber band as her voice ran through me. It was Hermione.

"I ahhh… can't sleep that's all." I said somewhat gruffly. I cleared my throat a couple of times, trying to keep my throat from constricting in its thirst for blood. I heard as she pushed against the locked door. "Draco why is the door locked?"

Good question, I didn't know how to respond to that. "Umm… I'm sick, and I don't want you to see me like this." I mimicked barfing into the toilet, wondering if my story was plausible.

She seemed to take it and said back through the door, "Oh, I hope you feel better Draco." I heard as her footsteps faded away back into her bedroom. Ok, so she hadn't believed me, her words dripped with sarcasm.

I grimaced as another flash of hunger seared through my stomach. I rushed back into my room, not waiting a moment longer. I needed to find Snape. Quietly, I stole through the Common Room of the Head's dormitory. As I came to the portrait, it opened. Warily I poked my head out searching the hallway for any prying eyes. It was deserted, and I stepped out into the hallway. As the portrait began to close behind me, I heard as another portrait opened softly.

Whipping my head around, I saw as Hermione emerged from her room. Then she was gone, and the portrait clicked shut. I turned to Vermelious, "Hold her for as long as you can. I don't want her to see me like this." Vermelious nodded his head, and smiled slightly as his glowing yellow eyes gazed back at mine.

I didn't wait any longer, and took off towards the dungeons to where I hoped Snape would be in his room. Seconds seemed to run into minuets than hours as I stumbled down the corridors. The pain in my stomach was steadily growing worse.

Finally I came to his door, after what felt like weeks with out food or water. I pounded on the door, "Professor… open up, it's urgent." I didn't wait for a "come in." I just shot the doors open and fell to the floor from the effort of it.

"Professor…" I couldn't finish the sentence. God when had I ever felt this hungry. Normally I would have a week of reminders, ranging from thirst, aching of teeth, or a maddening urge to bite my own arm. Yea, kind of sick, but it would only last a couple of seconds. But this was instantaneous.

I felt as hands grabbed my shoulders, and brought me to a sitting position. I tried to open my eyes, but they fell shut in exhaustion. I heard a gasp; probably from seeing my yellow eyes.

"Severus, Mr. Malfoy is a vampire." A woman said. A woman! What the fuck was a women doing with Snape? I heard as what I assumed to be Snape, as he walked into his supply closet. He returned quickly, and I sensed as he knelt down beside me. "Here take this." I felt as a vial was pressed to my lips, and as hands tilted my head up to take the potion. The liquid slowly made its way down my throat. I wanted to cough and spit the shit out, but as bad as it tasted, I felt as it was spreading through my body, and slowly easing away my hunger and exhaustion.

I sighed heavily, and slowly opened my eyes. Professor Snape and McGonagall were staring back me with anxious eyes. I gave a start when I saw Professor McGonagall. Her hair was not up in it tight bun, but flowing down her back. Plus the fact that she was wearing a night gown was kind of freaky.

Severus seemed to see where my thoughts were straying to. "How nice of you to join us, Draco. We were just having a nice chat." At what 2:00 in the morning, I thought. Yea, as if I would wake up that early just to talk and to someone of the opposite sex.

Ok, maybe if it was Hermione, would I wake up at 2:00 to chat, and even then, there had better be something more that just talk. I practically shivered at the thought of Snape and McGonagall together. Ick, never mind, I wouldn't think about it. So throwing it all to the back of my mind I concentrated on the now.

"Sir, I… I need to feed." I cast a wary glance at Professor McGonagall who took it all in with a blank face. So I continued on, "But I don't want to do it here. I would scare people half to death, even though most don't remember the experience, I don't want to risk someone remembering me. Everyone knows me here."

Snape nodded his head solemnly, "I will think of something, that potion should hold you for until the afternoon. I will send you back on your way to your Dorm, and be assured that when you come to my class today, you will get your blood. I don't think Blaize will need any till the end of the week."

He put out his hand, and helped me to my feet. Already I could feel as my strength was returning. "Thank you… Professors." I said giving a slight nod to Snape, and a longer disbelieving glance at Professor McGonagall.

So without any ado, I made myself a quick exit out of there. Now for the hard part; getting past Hermione. I walked back up to the Head's dorm, and as I neared it, I could hear as fists banged against the portrait. "Damn it! Bloody Portrait, let me out!" Hermione's voice yelled though the portrait. As I looked upon Vermelious, the smug smile did not go unnoticed.

I whispered quietly, "You can open up now. But only when I'm hid." I dashed into the shadows of the nearest corner, and willed myself to sink into the shadow. The moment I was in the shadow, the portrait swung open. Hermione fell out onto the floor, and I wanted to go to her and help her up, but I couldn't let her know I was out here.

I heard as she mumbled curses under her breath, and rose up on her hands and knees, and finally to her feet. I smiled at the lion pajama's she wore, as the lions lounged in the sun, and yawned silently. Wizards were thinking of new things these days.

Hermione looked down the hall toward the right, then the left. Then upon picking the left, she came toward me. Her eyes scanned right over me, as she rounded the corner, and I sighed quietly in relief. When she was gone from view, I stepped out from the shadows, and made my way back into my dormitory. I didn't wait for Hermione to come back. There was no way I wanted to meet her wrath. So quickly I showered and changed, and prepared myself for breakfast. Ok so I would be ready 2 hours early, so I would just get some shut eye in the Great Hall.

Later

Ok, so maybe I was avoiding Hermione. But hey I didn't have a choice, for soon I would be sitting next to her in Snape's classroom. I entered the class room, one of the last to arrive as usual, and sat down beside Hermione. She didn't even acknowledge that I was there, and turned to spark up a conversation with Pansy and Blaize.

Hey, I had it coming to me all day. I knew she would ignore me, it would just take her some convincing to talk to me again. I sighed loudly, purposely trying to be rude. Hermione shot a glare over her shoulder at me, then returned to her conversation. Pansy was giving me a look of "What-did-you-do" I just shrugged my shoulders at her innocently, and she rolled her eyes while shaking her head.

Glancing about me, I found myself drawn to the legs that were swaying back and forth underneath the table. I leaned back in my chair for a better view, and I loved it when she would lean foreword in excitement when talking to Pansy and Blaize. For then her skirt would go up a couple more inches, and… suddenly I was hit with a pencil, right in the face. It fell onto the table where it loudly rolled off onto the floor. Only then was I truly awoken from my trance.

I glared up at where I found a smirking Pansy giving me the evil eye. She cut Hermione of mid-sentence and spoke over to me, "You know Draco. I wouldn't do that if I were you. You wouldn't want to embarrass yourself in front of the whole class now would you?" Hermione glanced back at me in confusion before turning to face the front of the class where Snape was pulling out bottles from a box. I glared at Pansy, and she laughed aloud.

Snape coughed loudly, "Attention class." Everyday I had been learning more of my new nature, and for once Defense against the Dark Arts was a class I looked foreword to. Everyone had eventually gotten over Blaize when they soon found Pansy sitting beside him, holding hands. It seemed they had grown closer to each other rather than farther apart, and with it they had learned more things about each other than ever before. Not only that, Hermione had somehow become the new Slytherin groupie in D.A.D. She always talked to Blaize, Pansy, and I. Oh wait; now cancel me off that list. It seemed I did not exist anymore.

I sighed unhappily, and tuned myself back into Snape. "As you know we have a few students at Hogwarts who are vampires." Some kids nodded their heads while other kids began to whisper on who they thought were vampires. Snape continued on, for once ignoring the small side tracked conversations. "Now as you know vampires need blood to survive." More than one student shivered. "So instead of having students preying on students. The other teachers and I have decided to donate blood. So for a grade in this class…" He emphasized the word grade, and it didn't go unnoticed by anyone in the class. "You will all donate your blood."

Some people muttered under their breath, but reluctantly took the vial as it was given to them. When everyone had their own vial, Snape continued on. "Place your wand tip to the pressure point on your neck." The class did as ordered." I want you to repeat after me, Bloodsukeeanto." The class did so, and then Snape put the tip of his wand to the lid of the vial and said, "Releasio."

Immediately blood began to fill the vial. The class did the same, and soon my vampire senses were heightened. The smell of blood was overwhelming, and I fought it off with a tight grip on the desk. I glanced quickly over at Blaize, whose eyes had already turned to a glowing yellow. I felt my eyes widen, but as I glanced about the room, no one was giving me any odd stares. I automatically assumed that Snape's potion was working double time, as it fought off my hunger and my vampiric assets.

Then one scent came to my nostrils, and I nearly lost it, and it was coming from Hermione's vial. I swallowed, trying to calm my racing heart, and keep the growing erection at bay. Shit, she smelled like lust and sex, and the scent was threatening my resolve.

I stumbled from my chair mumbling nonchalantly about bathrooms and urinals. More that a few people laughed as I made my quick exit to the bathroom. The moment I entered the hallway, breathing became so much easier, and my heart beat was slowly returning to normal. By the time I did make it to the bathroom, I was back to normal.

So slowly I trudged my way back to the class room, praying that the vials were corked, and put away. When I opened the door, I knew everything was fine, for me at least. When I entered I was met with a couple of stares. But there was one pair of eyes I did not wish to meet. Snape trying to help muttered loudly, "Some people just can't stand the sight of blood, makes them sick." Some of the students laughed. I fake glared down at the class, and the laughter stopped.

I sat down beside Hermione, but I would not meet her stare. "Draco, what's wrong." She put her hand on my arm, concern written over her pretty features. I smiled reassuringly, while giving her hand a slight squeeze. "Talking to me now are you. But I'm doing fine, really. I just haven't been feeling well." She didn't looked content, but she nodded her head, and turned back to the front.

From underneath the table, I interlocked my hand with hers, "Please don't ignore me again. I hate not talking to you." I whispered softly in her ear. I felt as she shivered, and I smiled, knowing the way I affected her. If only she knew how much she affected me.

She leaned closer to me and whispered back, "I will respect your privacy. I'm sorry for trying to pry, and I won't ignore you again. I think I had a harder time that you trying to do it." I smiled over at her, and pulled back the curl that had fallen into her face.

That's when I saw Pansy smiling over at me. I immediately looked away, and I felt as Hermione looked over at Pansy too, and blushed.

As class was announced over, we slowly packed up our things, and exited through the door. We were the last to leave, and when everyone else had rounded the corner and passed out of eye sight, I pulled her to me.

She smelled wonderful, and I breathed in her heavenly scent before crushing my lips to hers. She moaned softly, and I felt myself twitch in response. I pulled away reluctantly, "Go, quickly before Potter or Weasel comes back for you. I need to speak with Professor Snape; he was giving me the eye that says to stay after class."

Hermione giggled softly, before giving me one last soft kiss on the lips. "I better see you later Draco, or you will have hell to pay." I smirked back at her wondering if I should risk it, but I don't think I would be able to even stay away for that much longer. I couldn't help but admire her backside as she turned the corner.

I once again entered back through Snape's doors, to the front where Snape sat at his desk. "I would be very careful Draco. That was a close one today. The potion's effects were running off very quickly. I shall send some to you in case this happens again." He walked back into his closet where he brought forth the box with the vials in it. "Here, take one. I don't know if vampires have a certain preference, but you may take one. If you need blood again soon I will give you another." I nodded my head, and looking into the box, I quickly found Hermione's as the one with the dark green hue to it. The moment I picked it up, I knew it was hers. Already I could smell the fait scent of her blood. I shivered, and pocketed it quickly into my robe. "Thank you Professor." I said, and with a turn on my heel, I was off to my dormitory.

Only there could I let the torment of my vampiric assets free. Only there could I take out my feelings of blood lust, and with the scent of a women, I knew I would be wrecking havoc on my body and soul. Only Hermione could do these things to me, and as much as I feared the thought, I loved it. Loved knowing that I was still capable of my human side, and only alone could I truly imagine to be normal. Only then did Hermione and I really fit together. Perfectly, wholly, and flawlessly.