A/N: I don't own Harry Potter

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Assignment #5 Defense - Task #1:Write about wishing to live longer or be immortal.

Writing Club March:

Sophie's Shelf: 33 - Billy Loomis, Scream: (word) Blood

Film Festival: 18 - (word) blood

Warning: Vampire AU – includes biting and blood

Word Count: 717

"Make me like you," Hermione begged. Severus stared at her.

"Miss Granger, you don't know what you're asking. Being like me, a creature like me, it's not something glamourous, it's not romantic. It's a horrid life. Living so long, you see everyone you love die."

"But I won't have to die, Severus. We could be together forever," Hermione stated. "Bite me, make me like you."

"You can't even say the word, Miss Granger. How could I make you a creature of the night if you're not even comfortable enough using the proper term?"

"I.. vampire," Hermione whispered, looking at the floor. "Make me a vampire," she said, a little louder.

"So you can speak it. Why? Why should I give you a curse such as this? Living forever, or at least until someone finally stakes you. Not being able to feel the sun on your face, not being able to eat Italian food because of the garlic. Why would anyone wish to give up all of that?"

"Because, if you turn me, make me a," she paused, "vampire, then we could be together forever. You wouldn't lose me the way you lost her."

Severus stared at the witch in front of him. She barely looked over seventeen. If he did, if he could bring himself to bite her, she would never age. She would always look like a child.

He smirked thinking what everyone would say. They wouldn't be entirely wrong, the age difference was so much more than anyone ever realized. He had been wandering the Earth for nearly a century.

"And you think I care about you enough to do this? You think I would ever want to curse you. If I truly loved you, I would tell you to get out of my sight. I would tell you to run from me and never, ever, look back. If I truly loved you, cursing you would be the last thing I would ever want to do."

"But you love me, Severus. I can see it in your eyes."

"All you see is your own insane reflection, Miss Granger. Leave. I will not do what you ask. I can not do what you ask. Please, leave me in peace."

"If that is what you truly want, Severus. I will leave, but I will never leave you. I'll find someone else, someone willing to do what I ask. I will be a vampire, either by your fangs or anothers. We belong together. I love you, Severus," she whispered, slipping from the room.

Severus watched her leave. She had a point. There were plenty of others who did not possess his self control. There were plenty of others who would turn in an instant. If they did, if anyone else did, they could claim her as theirs, rightfully theirs. He rushed after her. No, he hated the idea of becoming like him. He hated the idea of the most brilliant witch he'd ever met being something so horrid, but he couldn't let someone else have her. He couldn't let someone else have her like that.

She hadn't gone far. He was behind her almost instantly. She turned, looked up at him.

"Changed your mind?" she asked.

"I shouldn't do this, Miss Granger."

"But, you will?" she asked, her voice full of hope. He wondered how long that hope would last once she was turned. Would she become as dark as him? Would her heart break, become hard, as she realized what she had to do to survive?

"Only to keep you from making the biggest mistake of your life," he whispered, bending over her. Her Gryffindor tie falling to the floor exposing the bare flesh. His fangs extended. He wrapped his arms around her, pierced her neck. She went limp in his arms as he drank. Slowly, he pulled away from her, blood around his pale lips.

He raised his wrist, slit the skin and dropped his own blood into her open mouth. She moaned, raising her head slightly, pressing her lips against his skin. She drank greedily. He watched her die in his arms. The change always came with death. Carefully, he scooped her into his arms. She would wake in a day or so, blood thirsty and confused. But she would be his. Only his.