Okie well yes the last chapter there was slightly queer in the sense of Draco fully going ape shit… lol don't worry to all who are staying with my fan fiction, as hopefully I can't up load a chapter or two a week…at least its not a chapter or two a month hehe Just hard because of time and homework. One would understand ;D

Anyway enjoy and the story will all tie together later! As all great stories do..

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She heard mumbling again and the strange scent of disinfectant swam around her nose. Laying there she attempted to re-call her last thoughts, feelings and whereabouts in her head she actually was, but could gather no information , almost as if her brain given up hope. She tried opening her mouth but she felt too weak to do so. She didn't even have enough energy to pull her eyelids apart but beneath her eyes focused against her eye lids, taking in the fact that it was slightly dimmed down around her. She lifted her hand and flexed her fingers, pain ebbed through them, tingling and striking each of the nerve endings with what felt like a red hot poker. She tried to moved her head slightly to the right to help stretch the other side of her neck but it too felt tight and sore. Aching almost as if sliced it open and it was still on the verge of healing itself.

Realising that she wasn't going to be going anywhere soon she relaxed herself for a deep sleep, tiredness edged towards her, the best part of all was she didn't need to shut her eyes. They voluntarily kept themselves shut for what seemed like ages.

***

Draco shoot blot up right. Slightly covered with sweat and an itch that angered him, he glanced around him. Hogwarts Hospital Wing…he guessed he would be a regular visitor in this area for the rest of the year. The images of his nightmare crept back to him. Her face was beside his, caring and so considerate whether she wanted to be or not and then suddenly his face was against her sucking her dry, leeching her blood away from her, killing her. Why?- he had no idea…he needed answers and fast. Why had he had such a taste for blood? What was going on under his skin? Was he some sort of freakish creature now? Unnatural to this world? Would everyone cast him out? Not that he cared though, they would cast him out anyway, like a discarded bone at a lion's meal.

He lay back down, the paper-like night gown covered most of his body except his back side. His bottom felt cold, he must have slept on his side or with his rear end facing the rest of the world…how embarrassing…

He lay looking at the pillow wondering where Hermione was. Was it a dream? Was it real? If it wasn't a dream was she alive? His muscles cramped at the tension of the thought of her being dead… it would all be his fault if such a thing came to be. He pretended he didn't care about anyone and he sure as hell didn't care about Granger,.,Hermione…but thing he did know deep down was that he was not evil.. He would never kill a person- he couldn't even bring himself to kill Potter the million times which he had the chance to. It was one of the reasons his father neglected him so, Luscious thirsted for blood and torture, he didn't. Granger seemed like the only one that actually spoke to him properly, the only one that said his name without a sense of triumph or hatred, she spoke his name on a neutral term. Which was good enough for him.

As fatigue took hold of him, he let one tear escape down his cheek, only to be forgotten straight away as it vanished into the pillow.

***

Many days past and the two bodies continued their hibernation, re-gaining their strength. With careful watch on each of them, the Nurse had her days easy. She really didn't have to do much, it was just like watching babies sleep. Some times Hermione and Draco's friends came, sometimes they didn't, leaving them only to sleep again in peace. They had both probably heard Professors around them talking amongst themselves, sharing their research and concluding their results, but nothing shot out at them to actually make them jump to their feet. Two weeks passed when some life started to return to them, Dumbledore had said that returning blood to the body would take a while but it still had been a worrying amount of time to wait. She made sure to send word to Dumbledore whenever any movement or conciseness returned to them and even as she was waiting beside the young man's bed, the Professor was on his way down to check up on the two.

There hadn't been much movement from the young lady, Madame Promfrey was more so concerned for her sake, she was more thinner, weaker than the young man. At least the young man could sit up and take a few sips of potion but the girl hadn't moved.

***

Dumbledore walked as fast as he could, to check up on the two of them. After weeks and weeks of carefully research with the other Professors, they had finally came to an over all conclusion on their results. They were right. Hermione was indeed a Light Vampire, as is Draco. The shared different reactions to the new genetics such as the young Malfoy's hair turning the oddest of shades in the sunlight, his eyes however weren't as unique as Hermione Granger as her irises seemed to change in colour appearance as a result from her rational mood swings. He was certain now and quite excited some how to think, he had two of the most elusive creatures here in Hogwarts. Light Vampires were complex creatures only able to be creature by a light vampire of the opposite sex, and usually whether two people had strong emotions for each other it can tend to speed up the transformation. Changing into a light vampire took mainly the course of a few months.. It had only been a few weeks for Draco and Hermione. Dumbledore stepped up the pace he carried with him a buddle of newspaper articles and textbooks of research materials.

***

Draco starred from his sleep. His head pounded and Madame was there beside him with a potion to ease the pain. He lifted his arm weakly, stretching his fingers around the glass and limply dragged his hand towards his mouth. The potion tasted slightly sour and burnt his throat making him flinch, but then again he hadn't drank or eaten anything in a while. The nurse helped to prop himself against the pillows. Sitting up again after an age hurt him, he wondered whether he could actually walk again? It wasn't like he was crippled from what actually happened to him. What the hell was in that Blooded Fairy shot he took? Whatever it was just sucked the energy from him and let him with a gift of fatigue…it made him feel pathetic thinking about himself being a weak and miserable laying there on the bed, day in and day out. Sitting in his own sweaty filth that covered his body, he mentally cringed-he needed a shower and badly.

"What time is it" he asked weakly. The nursed turned and smiled at him.

"Its just going on to 5," she replied. She looked up alarmed, obliviously someone had come into the hospital.

***

Dumbledore strolled into the library, he got there as fast as he could but hardly ran through the corridors, what would the faces of the students would be like, if he did that…

He nodded to Madame Promfrey and gazed down with twinkling eyes to the young Mr Malfoy.

"How are you feeling Draco?" asked Dumbledore concerned. Draco straightened up the best he could.

"Umm.. I guess better than a few nights ago, still not exactly 100%" he responded blankly, the words seemed to suck the energy out of him as he spoke. Dumbledore nodded then mumbling something to the nurse, sat down beside Draco. The nurse glanced at him nervously and then took her leave to visit Hermione. Draco felt uneasy, was Dumbledore going to suspend him from school? Expel him? He strained to re-call the images from what he could remember that happened. Surely Dumbledore would ask him to think hard and he'd look like a complete ass trying to picture what happened. He looked quickly away from Dumbledore, becoming more agitated every second.

"So Draco, I believe you can't remember what happened and don't worry I wasn't going to push you into remembering," he smiled, "I do however want to talk to you about your health and what may have been happening to you. The side-effects of the tonic you took and why it urged you to do the thing you did. I will need you help in thinking back into the summer where it may have all began, ok?"

Draco nodded preparing himself for a long discussion.

"Draco, this will no doubt scare you, but please do try to take the information in."

Draco nodded again, keeping quiet so he could concentrate on everything Dumbledore was about to tell him. He didn't know whether he was scared or worried or confused or even excited…it hurt his head to even think.

"Draco you remember ever getting bitten by someone or something? Possibly during the summer? Any party you went to? Maybe you got into a fight and didn't think twice?"

Draco pushed his brain to flick through the summer like a photo album. He had been to a few measly house parties that Crabbe and Goyle had hosted and the guests were as strange as could be, he actually considered that maybe hanging around with the Golden Trio would be more fun…but as a fellow Slytherin he stuck it for his "sort of" friends. There was also his cousins birthday parties, where clubs had been rented out for them, he spent a few seconds thinking and then it hit him. That house party at Blaise's! There was a pretty girl there and they had played about for a while and then she nipped him on the neck and Draco thinking she was just being kinky, had shrugged it off, I mean would you sit and wonder why a really hot girl started to straddled you and nibbled on your neck? No you wouldn't, you be absolutely thankful.

Draco glanced at Dumbledore. Dumbledore looked at him expectantly obliviously aware that Draco knew something. Draco gulped and came clean.

"It was a house party at my friends…there was this girl, I thought she was just fooling around and she nipped my neck… I didn't think it was something serious thought," explained Draco nervously. Dumbledore smiled.

"No need to be embarrassed Draco, I do remember my youthful years, some things I would prefer not to re-call," chuckled Dumbledore. Draco smiled. Dumbledore was actually an alright guy, a bit old but wise and full of experience that reassured Draco that all was fine.

"Yeh, so would that be why? Why I'm like this?" asked Draco.

"Well yes, I would need to check with your friend, who was it again?" questioned Dumbledore.

"Oh um it was Blaise…umm will this get him into any sort of trouble cause I really don't want anyone involved that shouldn't already be involved?" asked Draco. Dumbledore nodded.

"Totally understandable Draco, Blaise will only receive a few questions from me to clarify before I can make any more assumptions on the case, Ok?"

"Yeh Ok, thanks,"

"Not at all," I shall leave you now, Oh! Someone gave me this, for you." He handed Draco a piece of paper. Draco took it and starred at the little scrap of parchment. He opened it carefully and it read:

Hey, you ok?

I truly hope so..Strange what happened, but I'm willing to put it behind me..

"Who..?" responded Draco. Dumbledore nodded in the direction of the bed further down on the opposite side.

"It seems like you have a new friend," and with a wink he said his goodbyes and left Draco alone.

***

The next few days flew by, surprisingly enough because not much went on in the ward. Draco sat and read up on material which he was missing during his classes. He found it easier to understand things and the usual urge to ask questions left his mind, because deep down he already knew the answer. The pictures and diagrams seemed to come to life when he studied them. This particular book for potions class, had a huge two page diagram showing a dragon or some similar winged beast. The types of scales found along the beast's hide was listed and described below, as well as their functions and uses in the wizarding world. Although it wasn't the detailed facts that caught Draco's interest, it was in fact the faintly painted Beast with its scales seemingly appearing to click together and move with a wave of motion. The wings of the beast rippled the light, giving it an altogether watery effect. But it was the eyes that caught Draco, the deep red eyes burnt into his mind and made Draco jumped every time he glanced at them. He shut the book with a snap and set it down, as he rubbed his eyes.

What was wrong with him seriously? He knew pictures in books moved in the wizardry world but it seemed like his senses were too sharp and the slightest movement out of the corner of his eye scared him. He stretched out his limbs his, his arms felt heavier and more muscular, his legs felt thicker and fuller. He pulled sheets away and attempted to stand up. His feet hit the cold tiled floor and sent shock waves through his body, he could feel the smoothness of the tiles and every little dip and crack on the surface. A tremor ran up his leg, it buzzed his muscles. He stepped forward, he noticed his walking was a little stiff but he was fine with his balance. Another buzz ran up his leg.

"What is that?" wondered Draco out loud. The tremors increased in frequency, running up his well defined leg regularly. He heard foot steps coming from around the corner and they appeared to match the vibrations he was felling. He waited in the middle of the wing for the person to appear and was met with Madame Promfrey.

"Oh Mister Malfoy! You're up?! Well…well that's great!" Exclaimed the nurse happy to see at least one patient was getting better. Draco smiled in reply and tried to walk back to his bed. So he could sense footsteps now. How strange…

"Miss Granger is just down there on the right if you want to see her," suggested the nurse as she walked off, sending the slight tremors running up Draco's legs again. Maybe a trip to Granger would be good for him, he hadn't spoken to anyone other than Dumbledore in like ages. He shuffled down the ward as slowly as he could, running over in his head just what he would say to her.. Of course he would apologise and of course he would try to make it up to her, but would that even be enough?

***

Hermione lay on her bed, she starred as she heard a thumping noise draw closer, what was it? It wasn't loud but it was soft and rang in an irregular pattern. Lub Dub Dub Dub Lub Dub Dub Dub… a heart beat maybe? A voice whispered through the curtain and caught Hermione off guard.

"Hermione? Are you awake? Can I come in?"

"Malfoy?" she asked weakly, trying to sit up right the best she could. She had been regaining strength and restoring her blood supply for quite some time, it was a long and laborious process, but she could feel the effects of the treatment already. She wasn't able to move, speak or even nod in agreement to anyone and now she had the ability to converse with people again.

"Yeh its me," he relied sticking a hand through the curtain and waving to her.

"Ok come on in, there's a chair here…just don't laugh at me.." Grumbled Hermione starting to worry about how she looked. She hadn't seen herself in a mirror in a really long time and she was probably smelly, sweaty and disgusting. Draco limped through and glanced at her face. He stopped short and caught his breathe. He couldn't believe that he was standing in front of Granger.. There was no way that's Granger…

"What Malfoy! Oii for goodness sake just go! I know I'm ugly and all you don't have to make it so blatantly oblivious!" retorted Hermione after Draco's expression.

"No No… your so beautiful.." whispered Draco in shock.

"WHAT!?" exclaimed Hermione half laughing, half filled with rage.

"No seriously you should see yourself," he held out a little semi circle mirror which he found beside his bed, it had been a small toy of amusement the past few days and it kept his boredom away for some time. The pattern was complex and elegant on the back of it and he was hoping Granger would accept it as a gift as an apology. Hermione snatched it off him and taking a deep breathe she glanced at herself quickly and was over come in awe.

Her once brown eyes were now a beautiful hazel in colour, which began to swirl into a golden tinge as she examined herself. Her bushy hair was tamed and lay in delicate curls which framed her face, it shimmered a golden brown in the afternoon light. Her complexion was slightly tanner and her lips were fuller and plumper, a captivating and natural pinkish-red, which she ran her tongue over in excitement. Her face was thinner and her neck was slender with the slight red mark of where Draco's teeth embedded deep within her. She lifted her night dress up, catching Draco off guard as he caught a glimpse of red lace underwear and a perfect figure. Hermione breathed in excitement as she studied her body. Her breasts were firm and a rather attractive shape. Her abdomen was tight and defined, showing soft muscles through her skin. Her legs were long and silky smooth and she gasped in wonder as she stroked her leg in astonishment.

"Oh my goodness what has happened to me?" asked Hermione slightly scared. She looked up at Draco and he merely starred back at this precious creature in front of him, he had never seen anyone as beautiful as her right now and he never wanted to be with anyone but her in this moment. He climbed on to her bed still starring in awe at her and reaching out he gently stroked her arm as a silent gesture of seeking permission to lay with her. She starred into his eyes, feeling his touch under her skin was like torture. Heat swelled up within her and she could barely breathe. She moved over slightly allowing him to lay with her, but she kept her distance. The distance that killed her inside as she only ever wanted to be tightly bound to him right now, embraced forever and sharing each others love.

WOO What was she thinking!! Its Draco no matter how much he had changed he still owed her for those years of torture and she was going to get him back.

"You've changed too Malfoy.." sneered Hermione edging away from him. She slid off her bed easily and suddenly with enough energy she was able to hold herself up alright. She felt power running through her veins and it scared her, she was quite fable a few seconds ago and now she felt like she could face Voldemort all by herself.

"How do you mean?" asked Draco defensively aware of Hermione's change of tone.

"Your hair changes from a shade of red to a shade of blonde between dark and exposure to light, your huge now, look at your muscles! And don't get me started on your feelings for me!" snapped Hermione moving away from Draco as he followed her out of her room.

"What?! Shut up Granger like I would have feelings for a Mud Blood!" spat Malfoy, Hermione felt the heat subside into a burning iciness in the pit of her stomach. She lunched at him with full force, colliding with his body with a smack that sounded like thunder. They both fell back flat, with Hermione on top. She raised her fist up above ready to strike in down on top of Malfoy, suddenly hands grabbed her. Many hands. She sun around to see her enemy's faces and saw Dumbledore, Snape and Hagrid's.

"Jeez Dumbledore she's too strong," huffed Hagrid as he tried holding her back from everyone.

"Leave me be half breed!" squealed Hermione urgently, reaching out to Draco. Draco stood up, he didn't want to hurt her, its not that he couldn't its just that their was a power inside him telling him not too. Her screams tore through him making him more anxious and edgy. He heard Dumbledore ask Snape to escort him from the Hospital wing as he had fully recovered now. A pair of hands found his thick arm and he felt slight pressure leading him out of the hospital wing.

***

Hermione lay confused on the bed, tears welled up In her eyes and she had already apologised to Hagrid for the thoughtless name calling she had done previous. She could hear hushed voices in the next room, obliviously talking about her and her behaviour… this was it she was going to be expelled now anyway, so she might as well prepare herself. Dumbledore had left a thick, old and dusty book on her lap. It was quite huge, over 3000 pages to be precise, she had no idea what he wanted her to do with it.. She scanned the title. "Ancient Secrets of Lost Beasts.." she flicked open to the contents page and saw that Dumbledore had already done the work for her. He circled the section of Vampires and listed the page number for her to read. She sighed and clicked on through and set into reading the lengthy paragraph.

Striga Lucris- The Vampire of the Day or in other words (Light Vampire). This creature is so rare wizards thought they may have been extinct. The fact is they look very similar in appearance to humans that they can go unnoticed. They are a great deal different to their sister species of the normal stereotypical vampire in that they have the use of their previous heart and organs almost like a hybrid Vampire. Many features of this creature include:

Changing of features to match their mood e.g. Hair and Eye Colour,

Huge muscle formation and weight changes,

Lethal, sharp and predator like reflexes and senses,

Bad reaction to sunlight,

Consist and travel together in twos and usually pair up with a mate,

Can only be created by the opposite sex,

Thirst for blood.

The idea, however, of a mating ceremony between these two creatures did quite shock Wizards and Witches studying these creatures. This is very much rare with the likes of Vampires. The Male Striga Lucris tends to develop more rapidly and matures a lot faster, he tends to thirst blood a lot more extreme compared with the female creature, however, Females take a bad reaction to the transformation and usually are reluctant in settling down and finding a mate, (usual trends of behaviour show aggressive traits to any male Striga Lucris in sight and the additional defensive nature to any other human males). The female creature can only be created by a male Striga Lucris as it is parallel with the theory of the male Vampire finding a mate.

Not enough information has been gathered on these creatures to actually say that enough accurate knowledge has been gathered.

For more further information check my other texts, "Dark Creatures and their origin," and my new and latest text, "Courtships and Union between creatures."

Hermione sighed great she's a vampire and Draco as chosen her as his mate…