Chapter 10- My Heart
Hermione found herself in a darkened room. She was terrified when she woke to find Franklin hovering above her, arms trapping her to the side and knee's locking her leg's together.
"Morning love," he hissed and flashed her his fangs again.
She shivered but put on the bravest face she could muster.
"I'm not your love," she spat. "I knew it you're evil! Everyone's been trying to convince the Ministry you vampires' aren't evil but you are, you're monstrous! Despicable! You're-"
He silenced her by capturing her lips in the most brutal of kisses she had ever experienced. Rough and bruising, her jaw ached.
"Do be quiet love," he smiled, a glint in his eye, "or someone may hear us!"
"I want to be heard! I want out of this nightmare! Where the fuck am I?" she yelled and tried to shift her legs.
"You're in my humble home. I know it's a tad dark, but with a woman's touch it will be splendid," he hissed and grinned, his fangs glinting in the moonlight which littered the room through a gap in the heavy velvet curtains.
Light flooded the room as the door barged open.
"Young love! How... stirring. If everything goes fortunately today, you two will make the front page!" a callous voice called out.
"Rita!" Hermione gasped.
Grey smoke billowed from the big black camera and Hermione coughed.
"Got it," the camera operator smiled.
"So Miss Granger, tell me, what is it that attracted you to Franklin here? Did the change hurt? Will you take his blood too? How does it feel to have sex with a vampire? And what do you think the heartbroken Mr Malfoy will say when he discovers this shocking revelation?" she asked, a Quick Quotes Quil in the air and the parchment floating aside it.
"Petrificus Totalus!"
Rita fell silent and hit the ground hard.
"Petrificus Totalus!"
Bozo, the photographer, hit the ground hard, and the camera smashed all over the floor.
"Firstly, she is not attracted to Franklin. At all. Secondly, the change would hurt but it will never happen. I won't let it. Thirdly, she will never drink his blood, or anyone else's for that matter. It is disgusting and she does not need her blood tainted with that muck! Fourthly, she doesn't know what it is like having sex with a vampire. She doesn't need a vampire when she has a boyfriend. And fifthly, I say get off of her this fucking moment, before I rip you're body in half you treacherous gigantic elongated bastard!"
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Franklin turned his head at the wrong moment. The wrong moment for him anyway. Draco took his chance. He grasped the back of Franklin's ruffled shirt and tugged him backward, as hard as he could, removing him from Hermione's body.
"You fucking bastarding blood traitor! Get the fuck off me!" Franklin yelled. "Don't you fucking touch me, you-"
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Blood dripped from the long wooden stake onto the cold white marble floor. The body of the dead vampire lay there, slowly disintegrating him as the sunlight streamed in through the now open windows.
The couple lay entwined in each others arms, beads of sweat glistening along their bodies... His hands slowly began creeping up and down her breasts, encircling her waist and cupping her round behind... Her hands gently stroked his hairless chest and one began gently scratching at his neck...
"You know I love you, don't you?" he whispered, his breath tickling her ear.
"Yes," she smiled into his chest. "And I love you".
"There was always something about you Hermione. I will never be able to get to the bottom of it, and I will always be trying. Hermione Jean Granger, I love you".
"And I love you, Draco Malfoy," she said and leant up towards his lips.
As the remains of the vampire faded from sight, the couple shared a long, passionate kiss.