Hey hey, that was my first lemon scene, really, apart from the steamy part before a few chapters ago ;) hope you liked it :D Okie so Hermione's basically drawn to Draco now, she's a light vampire and he is also, although I still need to totally explain a light vampire later on in my story, but for now its just unclear what to expect J I think I might explain it, when Draco starts feel funny, that why it will tie in. But really they are mates, hence the calmness around Hermione and the stress and anger towards anyone else. The light vampire side of them is showing because they are quiet creatures that keep to themselves just with their mate and so being in a big school with people constantly in their faces, isn't what their kind are used too…that's why it doesn't feel natural.
But that was just a little taster for you all J please comment on my chapters if you have something to say or if your confused but hopefully you won't be later on ^^
Enjoy!!!!!!!!!!! :D:D
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Draco woke feeling stiff and sore all over. It couldn't have been the sex; he'd have plenty of women in one day and not feel a slight cramp anywhere. Not that he was a hustler or a big pimp like when they use women; it was rather that they gave into him freely. He'll be sitting at a bar just checking out some of the flavours, their facial appearance, their bodies, their movements, almost like a lion on a zebra. Later when he spotted his prey, their eyes would lock onto his. He could sense they are becoming hot and bothered as they usually looked away and took a drink of whatever tonic they were having. He would make his move, coming up beside them, getting to know them better and soon after a few drinks, whispering sweet and bitter demands in their ears. It was what they wanted to hear, they always wanted to hear what naughty things he'd love to do to them.
Minutes wouldn't linger either, soon after a few more drinks, they'd be outside tackling each other against the mossy, pub walls and then apparating straight to his flat to finish the game.
He lifted himself off the bed and reaching for is wand he flicked it a few times to make the bed and open the curtains. Autumn light shown in, lighting the room with a yellow tinge. The light hurt his eyes. Blinking to adjust to the brightness, he made his way to the bathroom to get ready to go to Hogsmeade. It was already two weeks into the New Year and a trip to Hogsmeade was in order for this fine Saturday morning. It was a senior only day which was even better, no little kids to piss him off as he got on with his usual business.
He stepped into the shower, as the water warmed him up. The hot water spilled over his body wrapping him in a warming hug. He had no homework to worry about because he was a prefect now and prefects usually got less homework than others, especially with all the procedures ands tasks he had to perform for the heads of the school.
He door clicked open and a drossy Hermione entered the room. The shower was frosted glass about half way up and so she wasn't going to see no pride of Malfoy being flaunted at her. She picked up her tooth brush and adding the toothpaste on to it she began scrubbing.
"You know there's a spell for cleaning your teeth," stated Malfoy.
"That's pathetic Malfoy, its plain lazy," mumbled Hermione rolling her eyes.
"Its always good in case you need it for emergencies," he replied rinsing himself off, "And what's up with you today, I swear women constantly change their moods. If they aren't sad that something is so wonderfully happy then they are moody that things aren't happy enough."
"I'm fine Malfoy not like you actually care, I'm just not interested in what you have to say to be honest, and that is your opinion…most girls are fine…it's the fact that men don't understand them that makes it seem so hard."
"Oooo," cooed Malfoy, "And you think I don't know what women want?"
"Yeh," she replied setting the tooth brush down as Malfoy stepped out of the shower. He wrapped a towel around him and looked up smirking.
"Well on the contrary I think I know what women want most of the time," he winked as he picked his wand up, holding it over his mouth and speaking a quick spell to clean his teeth.
"Yeh umm don't flatter yourself Malfoy, your good…but you're just not that good," smirked Hermione stepping into the shower. Malfoy growled as he turned to her.
"Are you telling me you didn't enjoy last night? You were so wet for me even before we did it, you just don't want to admit it," he sniggered at her.
"I literally had to beg for you to go harder because you weren't exactly "hitting the spot" shall we say…"
"What?! That's low Granger,"
"Not as low as what I would have liked it to be last night," she laughed.
"Is this your idea of playing hard to get? Stating that I'm crap in bed and making fun?"
"I never said you were crap Malfoy, I only meant there's a few things one could show the another, I have a few tricks up my sleeve, maybe if you play your cards right, you might just see them," purred Hermione rinsing her body off of the soapy sods. Malfoy stood arms folded.
"Show me them then," he demanded. Hermione stepped out of the shower naked, wrapping a towel around her perfect body and turned to Draco.
"I don't know whether I should or not," she replied stepping towards him until she was less than an inch away from his body. Her towel just covering her nipples, revealing the tops of her well rounded breasts, Draco grew warm, "No I think maybe some other time would be best."
"What? Why?" Draco asked annoyed. Hermione smirked and pointed downwards as she walked away. Draco looked down. Shit she had played one of her cards right in front of him without him even realising. His erection was throbbing against his towel. He groaned as she closed the door and then retreated into his own room.
What was the deal here? He basically had her well spent last night and now she was acting as if it didn't come close to an orgasm at all. As he recalled he heard her scream his full name. He had made her come as well, it's not like he straddled her and hadn't a clue what he was doing. He was probably being paranoid. But if it's hard to get Granger wants to play then he'll let her play it, it would be amusing to watch.
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Hermione sat for a while wondering what to put on. It needs to say I'm hot and wanting you, but I'm not going to give into you. Something that the guys will find hard to look away from. Pulling out her white ruffled shirt and dark corset, along with her tight black skirt and knee length boots. She pulled out a pair of sexy designed tights…After all it wasn't the warmest day of the year. She added a bit of make up and fixed her hair into wild curls. After she was ready, she wrapped a warm scarf around her and placed her leather jacket on and then left her room.
The game was about to begin…
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Draco stood out side waiting for Blaise. After he showed (which was like 30 minutes later) they marched off. Firing their permission slips in front of the Professor who was waiting at the door. The day was fully cloudy and no tinges of blue sky broke pass the blur of cloud. With the white clouds reflecting whatever light source there was, it lit the place up in a ghostly glow.
Dead leaves gathered around the steps and he carefully picked his way down to the bottom were Pansy, Crabbe and Goyle were waiting. Fuck…
"We ready to go Drakey?" purred Pansy. Draco cringed and removed his arm from her grasp. The bitch had tried to grab his arm and place it around her hips. Every time she looked at him, he felt like wiping her head clean off her shoulders. Fixing a glare on his face he broke forward, leading the gang towards Hogsmade.
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"Hi Hermione!" piped Ginny. She then gave her a wink. Ginny had grown so much from the year before. She had such an esteem problem before and with some encouragement, learnt to dress a little more attractive and was now sitting on a total of 15 ex-boyfriends, in one year. Hermione laughed. I suppose it was wrong of Ginny to play them but Hermione couldn't say anything bad about her because at the end of the day, she was paying the same game on Malfoy…and for good reason.
She hugged Ginny and they turned and left arm in arm. Laughing about the nights revealing and schemes.
They reached Hogsmade soon, the cold only made it seem like a longer trip in the chilly weather. They stopped for a moment. Ginny running a hand through hair and batting her eye lashes for the men glancing up, around her. Hermione bent down to pull her tights up, revealing an exposure of her thigh to the gazing faces as well.
"What should we do first?" asked Ginny. Looking around that the people passing them.
"I'm in a mood for a party…I really wanna go clubbing," replied Hermione, folding her arms. Ginny laughed.
"Here we could!! Look!" Hermione followed Ginny's pointed finger at a poster on the far wall of a Bakery Shop. Walking over to it, it read.
DJ Storm Stone playing at Club Vector.
Saturday Night
Cornwall Street, Hogsmade.
"No Ginny we possibly can't, it's a bit of a risk…" Exclaimed Hermione, looking around her in case the odd face caught them checking the poster out.
"Oh come on Hermione, the only thing stopping us is Hogwarts walls!" replied Ginny excited, "And what do you do to a wall when you want to get away?"
"Blast it down?"
"Umm… No but that's a good idea actually- but No we climb over them!"
"I'll be killed, I'm a prefect! I have duties; I have to set an example! They could call on me during the night -and I wouldn't be there!"
"Come on Hermione, don't you know anything about spells?" winked Ginny. Hermione stopped short-of course! The clone spell! She could make as many copies of herself, although such a thing was forbidden in Hogwarts.
"Don't worry, yes its not allowed in school- but then again is sex??" asked Ginny laughing. Hermione slapped her friend playfully on the arm.
"Oh I can't wait, it's is going to be so much fun!" exclaimed Hermione.
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Draco walked into the Hog's Head Pub; the most run down place if ever there was one. The walls were crumbling more so than ever and the floor boards creaked so loud that it almost sounded like someone screeching. He found a seat in the corner and the bar man made his way over to him.
"Waiting for anyone in particular?" he grumbled, handing Draco a short piece of parchment, covered with dirt which had the names of some new cocktails.
"You do cocktails and Menus now?" Sniggered Draco. The barman clenched his teeth.
"Aye, running out of money, sees," he mumbled as he wiped his spot covered, hairy nose with the back of his huge hand. Then carrying on wiping his hand on the trouser pocket of his short and filthy trousers.
Draco scanned the menu. Goblin's milk due, Hog's hoof mix and more random and unattractive names until finally something that caught Draco's interest. BLOOD. Why blood, he suddenly had a craving for it, the honey taste of Granger more so than the other metallic taste of his own.
"What's this one?" asked Draco impatiently, hunger building.
The barman took hold of the slip of paper and looked at the name. It was hard to read, that section was covered in a dirty ring which marked out the words. Probably a coffee ring maybe, "Ah yeh that one is a fine tonic which is a favourite with the dark creatures and blood goblins of some sort. Its called The Blooded Fairy," The bar man laughed, "Not such an appropriate name for something so gruesome."
"I'll have that please, make it the smallest glass there is," replied Draco keen to try the tonic. The Barman looked at him.
"Your not some sort of dark creature is you? I don't want any business in trading and serving your kind!" The man made clear Draco knew his meaning.
"Don't worry if I was working for any sort of dark thing, I wouldn't be here, this place stinks of dead cat," snapped Draco. The barman strolled off grumbling to himself as he did, snapping a glaring glance at Draco from across the bar.
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Hermione walked down the darkened lane, winter had come slowly. The clouds were dull. It wouldn't be too long now until the club. She and Ginny spent most of the day checking out some of the local clothes and robe shops along the main street. She soon after left Ginny with some bloke that Ginny had her eyes on all day. The two of them seemed to be well into each other as soon as Hermione took her leave and then as she glanced back at them she saw this was true as they were getting stuck into each other.
She smiled to herself. Ginny was right though, her smile faded. She needed to bring some one along with to the club; she didn't want to land in there without someone to make her look desirable. After all guys were mostly attracted to the ladies who were taken, right?
She felt cold and felt a nice butter beer would warm her soul up.
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Draco examined the glass, it was dirty and the tonic bubbled, however it wasn't warm. He dipped a finger in the drink and his finger tingled. He sniffed it; the blood tonic was so tempting to swallow whole. But his morals pulled him against it. Blood? This was cannibalistic but he waned it some how.
He pulled the glass towards him, took a breathe and drank it whole. Slamming the glass on the table he raced towards the door of the pub.
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Hermione was walking on the route towards The Three Broomsticks and stopped suddenly. She could hear yelling. She looked around, she was by herself. Should she risk her health going to check it out?
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He lay there on the ground beneath the trees which were shredding their leaves. He tried opening his eyes but couldn't, they burned at the light. Lifting his heavy arm up to shade himself from the light striking through the clouds, he tried to make sense of what happened. His groin felt sore as he moved onto his knee. Reaching down he starring at his bulging member under his trousers. What the hell? He was in pain, not turned on? He wasn't even thinking about anything to make him turned on. A voice called to him. He looked around. Granger came jogging over to him.
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Hermione knew she shouldn't do this but for a prefect to another, they had to cover each other's back in their duties. And plus Hermione owed Malfoy for keeping on top of both of their duties as she was ill, he was after all the only person who really came to visit her in hospital.
She bent down beside him. He groaned in pain as he tried to move from his kneeling position. The only thing he could just about do was rub his eyes.
"What's wrong Malfoy?" asked Hermione showing a little concern but not much.
"Nothing Granger Fuck OFF!" snapped Draco. He turned away from her, pushing her over as he did.
"Oii! Malfoy, what the hell, I'm only trying to help!" shouted Hermione as she tried pushing herself off the ground.
Draco spun around, overwhelmed with a strange lustful emotion. He knew she was on her back her that split second and in the next split second he was on top of her holding her down.
"Malfoy!!! Yelled Hermione, "GET OFF ME YOU BASTARD!"
"Shh Granger, wouldn't want to attract everyone now would we?" asked Draco, head close her hers, whispering harshly in her ear. Hermione froze. Malfoy's eyes were red. It wasn't him looking through them. Was he possessed?
"HELP!" cried Hermione. She squirmed under his hold. He licked his lips and reached around to her neck. Breathing deeply before he sunk his teeth into her pulsing artery.
"AGHH!!!" screamed Hermione. OMG he was biting her neck! The Bastard was some sort of cannibal freak. She needed to get out of his hold or she'll bleed to death. Mustering the strength she could she pushed. Nothing. She thumped her fists against his strong, solid chest. Nothing would budge him. She felt herself grow weaker and weaker as her blood drained into Draco's mouth. She could see stars and blackness surrounded her and him. This was it, she was going to die. Right now, right here, not as an old woman happy and content with her life, but as a poor young teen, barely stepping into independent life. The blackness closed closer and closer. One last chance she summoned every strength she had left. She forced her self upon him and bashed him off.
Draco was shoved away from her, dizzy and weak she stumbled to her legs and ran blindly towards the nearest house. Bashing the door with what energy and strength she had until she fainted.
The blackness found her. It swam around and took her under. All that was felt was Hermione unconscious on the wet paved ground, blood swimming out around her and a squirming Draco Malfoy in the distance.