Chapter Two:

This time, thankfully, Hermione was alone. Many times after this, we encountered the same way. She alone, and seemed to be searching for something. Searching for me. She stopped in her tracks as I began brushing passed her. Then she grabbed the sleeve of my robe and stopped me.

"There's something odd about you, Malfoy." she said, glaring at me. "Why haven't you been to your classes lately?"

I smirked and turned to face her, my face was luminious in the moonlight, my skin was cold, and my thirst was not yet quenched, I looked at her, getting the same hungry feeling I had when I looked at Snape, the feeling I was going to attack her. My mought watered and I licked my fangs, looking at her, aiming at her neck. She looked back terrified.

"Malfoy, what are you looking at me for?" she asked, a quaver in her voice. "Draco?"

And before I knew it, I pounced on her, I attacked her, sinking my fangs into her neck. She screamed in terror in pain, but I sucked from her, loosing all sense of anything, everything: My love, my reason, nothing but to quench my thirst.

Everything seemed to disappear, all was a black void with annonamys sourch crying out in pain and distress, and annonamys source of blood draining into my mouth. Then, I felt myself being thrown against the wall, hard, and everything seemed to come back in focus. Snape was bending next to Hermione's body, checking for a pulse, then he turned and glared at me.

"You're lucky!" he spat, lifting me off the flagstones from my shoulders. "You only frained her half-heartedly, it was only a good few seconds before I came." His voice was cool and filled with bitter disgust. "She'll be fine."

I was panting, wiped trickling blood from my mouth with my sleeve, and looked at Hermione: She was rolled on her side, her jerking movements telling me that she was sobbing. I wanted to move to her, embrace her, tell her it would all be alright, but NSape glared at me and instead I rushed down the hallway.

I arrived far earlier at Snape's office than was expected, he wasn't here, so I took it to myself to look through his things. Accidentally, stumbling across his Penceive. I looked at it wearlily, not recignizing the stone basin at first. I looked down at the basin and smile a bit, seeing a memory unfold before my eyes. I leaned my head through the icy surface, my feet lifting from the floor, and myself falling into a memory of Severus Snape.

I opened my eyes, in a room unfamiliar to me, I looked around, my eyes adjusting to the light, seeing five boys around my age, one was, unmistakible, Snape; another looked just like Potter, without the scar; on the right of Potter's twin was a boy with unusually long, stragly, raven hair, his eyes were bright and wild;next to him was a short boy with rat-like features; and to the left of Potter's twin was the final boy with brown hair and a Prefects badge-like mine-pinned to his chest, the were all Gryffindor, all but Snape, of course.

"Maybe Snively here hasn't learned his lesson!" barked the boy with wild eyes. "Eh, James?"

Potter's twin, now recignized as Potter's fater, James, took out his wand and had his eyes fixed on Snape. "Levicorpus!" he said. A het of light comming from his wand and after Snape, making Snape dangle from his ankle in the air. I had to laugh at that, my being annoyed at Snape at the moment. Now that I was thinking of it, I kind of liked this group, even though they were Gryffindor-so was Hermione.

When Snape fell flat on his face, and staggered to get up, the wild eyed one stunned him.

"Good on Sirius!" squeaked the rat-like one, I known to be Peter Pettigrew. The Prefect-I guessed-was Remus Lupin, and the one just adressed was Sirius Black.

Sirius, James, and Peter were all laughing, and I think I saw a small smile form on lupin's face.

I watched contently, laughing as they tortured Snape, but then everything blurred, sending me into a new memor in th moonlightshowing through the trees, outside of Hogwarts castle. This seemed years later, because Snape looked present day. He was wandering the castle grounds with no sense of direction in his dark eyes, I followed him. He rounded the corner before me, and when I turned I was startled.

Through the light of the castle, I could only tell this scene by grave familiarity. The dark-haird man bent over a limp form, then taking his wrist to his mouth, then to the lump in the darkness.

"Drink." I heard the sound of the soothing voice.

Then I was being pulled from the ground and back in Snape's office, a smug look on his face.

"You're one too!"