Beauty in Youth
[Warnings: extreme violence, do NOT read if sensitive]
She smiled, the bath of blood coagulating around her as she washed her hair and body in it. This is what beauty and youth felt like it. She let out a maniacal laugh, holding a decapitated head in her hand and playing with the ears before moving to the eye sockets that used to hold the most beautiful emerald green eyes and finger the hole where a nose used to sit. She pushed a finger into the mouth, playing with teeth and a useless tongue before removing her fingers and replacing it with her mouth; licking her tongue along the seam of the lips before pushing past the unresisting dead lips, rubbing her soft tongue along the limp and stiff tongue of a dead Harry Potter.
She frowned because she didn't like how he wasn't reacting. Of course Harry loved her; he had told her just before she had cast a strong cutting hex towards him, slicing his head straight off from his neck. He told her while she hung his body upside down, draining the blood from his body through his neck. Her basement still smelled like the rustic smell of blood and the sandalwood he wore as cologne. Ron's body was still draining, and his cologne of pine was almost disgusting compared to Harry's. Of course she had married Ron, but Harry was the one who she loved, and he loved her.
Hermione sat in the bath, letting the blood slowly drain from the tub and stood up. She reached for the towel that Harry's body held; his limp penis the only thing she kept her eyes on. She would get around that, she thought as she brought Harry's head up to hold close to her hand. She heard someone knocking on her door and she smiled, her lips thinning and growing paler as she moved towards the door, fangs popping over her lips.
Oh, Draco did love her so much more and she loved Draco so much . . .
Yes, she would continue to collecting all those who loved her and use their love to keep her young for them. That's what they would want, right?
Opening the door, she struck.