Ok here's chapter 13, I'm literally on a role here lol I've been writing all of these chapters one after the other, because its actually the only time I have had to myself to actually write these. My family has been hogging this laptop and everything lol just in case you all think I'm lazy or something lol

Ok um.. Oh! Do give me your opinions and thoughts and anything you think I could have done differently cause I just might take a few ideas :D

Hope you enjoy! :D:D

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Draco and Hermione sat in the hospital wing silent. Hermione on her bed, facing away from him and Draco starring at the wall to his left. The wall held a old portrait of a doctor checking his patient and the patient crying over dramatically. Quite comical actually, when he thought about it as he watched the boyish man throw a tantrum in front of his sobbing family and a confused collection of medical staff.

"Malfoy..?" questioned Hermione breaking the silence. Malfoy awoke back to reality.

"What?" he replied automatically but yet she didn't answer. She didn't speak for a while and it was a torturous wait and strain not to look at the portrait again. He found that fiddling with thumbs and twirling his wand in mid air was more entertaining as he waited. Finally she spoke.

"Malfoy, I don't want you rubbing this in Harry and Ron's faces, I know they were worried and I guess they are right cause I wasn't awake that whole week," she explained.

"Sure thing whatever," answered Malfoy occupied with his wand.

"Malfoy I need you to promise me!" she exclaimed. Draco straightened up, a dark look over took his bored face. How dare she! Promise? Him promise? HA! So he made sure that he explained very slowly and clearly to her the deal.

"Granger if there's anything I don't do, it's making promises. I will not feel pressured by you or anyone to promise to do anything I don't want to!"

"But-But Malfoy, I only meant, don't go rubbing it in… I didn't mean to touch a nerve or something…and anyway I thought there was a reason deep down why I preferably wanted you here instead of Harry and Ron but now I'm not too sure what that reason is!" snapped Hermione, she couldn't believe the turn of mood Malfoy had taken with her, it made her feel vulnerable and nervous, he reminded her of the old days.

"Well you have made yourself look as stupid as anything, now that you can't find that so called reason," snapped Draco back.

"What do you care?!" retorted Hermione angrily, "Why did you even stay when I asked you?! You could have said, "no you stupid Mudblood," or something like you always do!"

"Yeh but maybe I didn't want to-" he stopped himself short. She glanced at his eyes and he looked back. They were out of breathe. Chests heaving at the frustration of each other. Draco looked at her eyes, those soft brown eyes, glazed slightly from argument seconds ago. Those soft brown eyes that held so much strength within them, those soft brown eyes which he needed to read so badly, what was thinking about right now? He needed to get his head cleared.

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She didn't know what to be thinking, he just admitted that he didn't want to walk away or call her a Mudblood. Which ever one didn't matter, just the fact that he didn't act like the person he would have before. The old Malfoy would have taken any chance he could to torture her and make her life a misery, that was the whole point of starting the school year with the revenge for all those years before. Was he different than the Malfoy before? Would he hurt her again like all those times before?

"Malfoy…?" asked Hermione breaking the eye contact. Draco raised an eye brow and smiled quietly to himself.

"Yeh?" he answered. Hermione re-adjusted herself on the bed to face him.

"Can we just talk? You know like actually sitting down and talking to each other. Business reasons of course," she smiled, "As we are prefects we should know a little bit about each other, wouldn't you agree?"

Draco smirked to himself, "Well Granger what do you want to know? Ask me anything about anything, of course I don't have to answer if I don't know to," he replied as he winked to her.

She smirked back, "Fine, umm ok something simple to start off with, umm Ok so when's your birthday?"

"Going to get me a present maybe? Only joking it's the 20th November," replied Draco.

"Oh so you're a Scorpio," stated Hermione thoughtfully. Draco stared blankly at her. He rolled his eyes.

"Ah don't tell me your those types of girls that like all that horoscope shit and Chinese zodiac crap?" sighed Draco, folding his arms.

"Well yes I am, I find it very interesting, your definitely a Scorpio though," explained Hermione. She smirked at Draco's "how?" expression and carried on explaining, " Ok well Scorpio is said to be rather intense at times giving them an over all challenging character. They are usually determined, powerful, strong-willed, forceful and bold, which is quite like a Taurus to be honest. They can be courageous, enduring, competitive and really secretive. And lastly they are…interestingly mysterious, excitingly penetrating and yet mysteriously closed."

Draco sat there. She always had that gift of rhyming off everything she had read about. All those classes together and being bored at her responses, it wasn't like he didn't know the answers to the questions, as he also had a thirst for knowledge. But it seemed like listening to her talk about something that was so interesting to her, was like a sigh of contentment had washed over him--Wait no he had to be realistic here, he couldn't be thinking that being with her and talking with her was way better than beating up some poor first year…

He was changing so much, it seemed like the further away he was from Hermione, the more he wanted to tear someone's head off. His friends were killing him inside and it was a torture to actually see them with him everyday. On the other hand, trying to be civil with Granger was actually amusingly pleasant and he could finally relax with himself. It seemed she didn't care about the past and was willing to wipe a clean slate with him. What if he ruined their possible friendship? Can he let someone on the other side trend so close to him? Will it get too far out of hand? Could he trust her? He had no idea…

"Malfoy?…Malfoy?…MAL-foy?" questioned Hermione, as she peered at him. He back down to reality and seemed to avoid her eye contact all together.

"I'm sorry, I have to go…"

"But you don't have classes until another hour? You haven't asked any questions about me yet," replied Hermione confused. Draco sighed and made his leave promptly. Not even looking at her as he left. He wasn't sure whether this was such a good ting, to actually allow oneself to get in too deep, it wasn't like he was falling head over heels in love but he wanted to be around her and talk with her and that in itself was a problem.

He decided on having a bath back in his dorm, maybe that would let him think things over.

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Hermione was frozen on the spot. She couldn't believe he just upped and left her like that. But wait this was Malfoy she was talking about…Malfoy was a bastard and an actual right frigging pig. He was the whole point that she was here to unleash her revenge on him…Could she stick to the plan? Maybe spice it up a bit? Or forget it all together? She could continue to tease him, until he got hurt and that glorious day would come soon, no worries there. But yet… could she see what happens and carry on being friendly, maybe get inside Malfoy's brain and use the evidence and findings against him, that would surely hurt him. Or could she bare to actually go through with it. She wasn't going to change her new self, at the end of the day, it made her feel better, more confident and a hell of a lot more sexy. Where's the bad side there?

There wasn't one… all of this was doing her head in. She was just going to stick with the plan, not even Malfoy could stop her.

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Harry and Ron decided that seeing Professor Dumbledore was best. Ginny had too many things to be getting on with and so left the worrying task for the boys to handle. They had reached the stone Gargoyle and spoke the password and were now making there way up the staircase.

"Are you sure you want to ask Dumbledore? He's a busy man like…We could be annoying him," asked Ron hesitantly making his way to the doorway. Harry turned around confused.

"Do you not even want to find out what's wrong with Hermione Ron? It could be something serious and it may help us understand so that we can be there for her," stated Harry confused at Ron's expression, "Do you even care about her?"

"Of course I do Harry!" snapped Ron, "I do so badly too. I just feel like she doesn't want us to know and I don't want to go making her madder than what she is already…"

"Don't worry Ron, come on," and with that Harry had knocked on the door and they currently waited for Dumbledore's permission to enter.

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"When can I get out of here?" asked Hermione to Professor Pickering as he sat down with his note book and quill. He wasn't seriously going to ask her several hundred questions? Was he?

"This won't take long Hermione, I just want you to answer these questions as detailed as you can and try to remember back in the summer for me, Ok?" asked Pickering. Hermione sighed and nodded her understanding. The questions then started.

"Did you have a fun summer?"

"I had a few parties and got tipsey if that's what you mean."

"Umm…Did you ever get drunk at a party?"

"No I always keep my head professor, although I don't remember some parts of one party. At my mates house down town."

"When was this?"

"Near the end of the summer, I think."

"Was there anyone you met at the party or before, someone you never knew before, like a friend of a friend?"

"It was a house party Professor, of course there was people there, I didn't know."

"Was there someone following you around a lot? Maybe keen to get to know you? Male perhaps?"

"Male? Why male?"

"Because if your truly a vampire of the light, you are in a sense, a lot different from the old wise tales of the normally portrayed vampire. In your kind it's the male that when he bites the venom turns you into a vampire, but if the female bites you, your filled with an emotion of longing for that vampire and you would not stop until you find them. It's a way of the females to lure their victims to them."

Hermione laughed, "Are you being serious?"

Pickering looked shocked and serious, "yes Hermione I am…" Hermione gulped. She tried her best to remember. It was all such a strain.

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He wrapped the towel around his body. The soapy sods were dripping down his abdomen. He checked himself her in the long mirror on the far wall. His body looked different. He was still pale with his platinum blonde hair swinging around his face. He still had the broad shoulders as before, but everything else looks surprisingly well worked out.

His jaw looked stronger with his teeth looking whiter and with his canines randomly sharper. His arms were better build and felt more firmer. His peaks were defined along with a clearer 6 pack forming. He didn't remember working out so much, he had the foundations of a 6 pack before like…but nothing like this. Even his legs felt more muscular . Confused he undid the towel and examined himself. He was defiantly bigger than what he had been before. He smirked, there was nothing bad in that department anyways.

What he liked best was that he was a great medium toned, build and not too fat with muscle that he couldn't move. He hated that especially. Drying himself off, he made his way into his room to do some thinking.

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"No I don't remember any no putting anything in my drink, I always had my drink close to me."

"I need you to think Hermione please," begged Pickering. Hermione tried for ages to re-call some scenes during that night and then finally it hit her.

"Wait, no it wasn't that party at all! I was in the park I think and I saw some guy who was pretty attractive," she paused feeling nervous and embarrassed, talking to a random male teacher about this sort f thing wasn't what she called fun, "we got talking and one ting lead to another and we were making out."

"Sorry, but what's making out?"

"Umm…Kissing...snogging.. You know."

"Oh yes of course," he looked at his note book obliviously embarrassed that he asked.

"Well anyway, we were sitting down just resting when I felt a pin-prick on my neck, I just thought he was kissing it, but then it felt stingy and I said felt sick inside and so I had to excuse myself… I never saw him again, when I think about it."

"Thank you Hermione, I believe you have told me enough for today, I shall be back soon with more questions," stated Pickering finally as he made the last jot down on his notebook, "Just get some rest now."

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It had been 30 minutes since Pickering had left and Hermione was growing bored as the minutes ticked on. She just wanted to get out of the hospital wing or even this bed in that matter. She felt sweaty and annoyed and decided to get clothes ready for when she got back for having a shower.

Maybe a shower would cheer her up from the boredom of the days. She still awaited Malfoy's return anyway and whether or not he was truly interested in her at all as something she would have to find out soon.