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Hermione who?

Chapter 4: Vacko

He didn't know what to do as she stared up into his eyes. All he could do was stare and try to fight the guilt churning in the pit of his stomach in having taken advantage of the muggle born.

Tears were filling her eyes, her plump lip quivering while she gripped him. "Please Vacko…don't send me back to the darkness, I can't go back there," even as her voice was soft and beseeching her body struggled in his grasp. She fought desperately as he remained stunned all the possibilities and confusion flooding his head.

"Release me please," she begged, his hold tightening on her.

"I can't," shaking him self he walked to the bed and dropped her writhing form on the plush pillows and downy comforter.

Her eyes were clearing to reveal a faint glow of anger. Desperation was no longer in her voice, "Release me," pulling away from Vacko she was almost off the other side of the bed until Vacko launched himself onto her frame. He couldn't let her leave with the Malfoy's present, they might recognise her.

She huffed beneath his frame, her limbs straining in her effort to remove him from above her.

Vacko chuckled as her fist hit his chin. With little effort he pinned her wrists to the bed. "Such fire Hermione?" He teased his eyes glittering.

"Damn you" she cursed, her cheeks flushed with her rage.

"You must calm down dear we can't have you hurting yourself." He relaxed completely on her, his body weighing her down into the mattress.

"Get off," she whimpered under him.

"Hush now, I'm going to fix this-"

She sent a slap to the left side of his face. "Fix this by what, sending me back."

He glared down into her face his eyes glowing. She remained calm and uncaring knowing he couldn't hurt her even as his anger sent shudders through her. "You must go back to where you belong child…" He slowed as realisation dawned on her face.

"Child?" Hermione lay prone for a moment. Linear images assaulting her mind of blood stained sheets, small cries and little faces and hands. "Child…children, Danza…Potentia."

Before Vacko knew what was happening, a burst of white light and power erupted from Hermione and he was sent flying into Personne's dresser. Mirrors shattering and wood splintering around him. Hunched amongst the destruction he glanced up to see Hermione running out the door.

With a push off his hand Vacko was on his feet and pursuing her.

Hermione ran with all her might. It had seemed she had awoken to face yet another nightmare where she was prisoner in her own body, her guard being a dark vampire prince. But that didn't matter for she could remember the twins, their small cherub faces and their grey eyes. She had to find them.

"Sonne!" Vacko's voice calling behind her pushed her on in fright. She hated the name Personne, for it was the name of her prison. Tears of dread splashed against her breasts. Voices up ahead gave her some hope. Turning into the room she was surprised to be in a hall filled with people. Her eyes scanned the crowd of unfamiliar faces. In frustration she almost screamed aloud until a head of red hair caught her eyes. Glancing behind her she saw Vacko enter the hall his eyes narrowing in on her.

Anxiously she ducked in and out of the crowd, mowing down people as she covered ground toward the red head. Pushing aside the masses she choked on her sob as she reached for the red heads arm. He had yet to notice her. Gripping his forearm she choked out his name.

"Ron," two sets of eyes turned to her widening in amazement.

"Hermione?" They both gushed lost for words.

"But you're…" Harry Potter mumbled confused.

She cried as she met their faces, love and comfort taking a hold of her as she gripped their arms.

"Sonne!" Vacko's call cut through her haze of relief as she turned to see him only two feet away.

"What's going-" Before Ron could finish his sentence Hermione took hold of both men and mindlessly apparated away.

The world rushed around the three friends. Hermione briefly hoped she had chosen a safe place. With three pops the golden trio landed on a rug covered floor. Ron and Harry remained frozen as if petrified, staring at Hermione in utter shock.

Hermione on the other hand was scanning their surroundings. They were in a library. Mentally throwing a fit she grasped that she hadn't even apparated them from the Bellator Citadel but into the bottom level's library, where she'd been momentarily released from her prison the night before.

"Mione… is it really you?" Ron asked hesitantly. Turning to face her best friends she was on the verge of crying again.

"I…" she helplessly watched them not even knowing where to begin.

The two males sat across from her lost, until Harry with a gentle smile reached across the distance and pulled her into his arms. Ron joining in on the embrace.

She shed silent tears, her head against Harry's shoulder, Ron hugging her from behind.

"Where have you been Mione?" Ron whispered his voice deeper then she remembered.

Harry more insightful, "it'll be okay Mione, we'll make it okay."

Even as she wanted to give into to the dream of everything being okay she knew the situation was far from okay. Pushing away from Harry's chest she shook her head. Indicating to her clothing, "this isn't me Harry. They used a spell to trap me inside. While Personne has control, I can't get out Harry."

The library doors banging open stopped Harry's response. Both men turned to the doors. Two teens standing watched sceptically till one stepped forward.

"Headmaster Potter we were told to go to our rooms and prepare for the coming trial. We were told to go with our guardian's sir." The teen stood tall, dressed in a Hogwarts uniform coloured for Gryffindor.

"Right now?" Ron asked.

The other teen dressed in a Durmstrang robe nodded her head and clarified. "Yes professor, Merlin just declared it a moment ago."

Hermione sighed. "You had better go."

"But your-"

"Harry, Ron I know you're used to saving me like in first year from that bloody cave troll in the girl's toilets. But I'm a woman now, just go. I'll be here when you get back." She smiled reassuringly.

With pecks on her cheek they let her be. She loved them for their wiles and flaws even their gullibility.

"Why did you send them away Hermione?" Vacko stepped out from the shadows his eyes gleaming.

Swivelling on her foot she faced him. "Why would you have hurt them had they stayed Vacko?"

He circled her as if he were an animal and she his prey. Pulling Ron's wand from her robe she felt bad for swiping it. But she needed it. Levelling it to aim between Vacko's eyes, "Vacko, I'll not go quietly this time."

He stood bored and relaxed a smirk on his face, "I'd never want you to go quietly," tossing aside his robe he flexed in his black trousers and black polo shirt. "Are you ready for me Hermione?" Slightly bending his knees he sent her a mocking kiss. Right as his robe touched the floor he ran towards her at an unnatural speed.

With a flick of Ron's wand, she cast a shield. Vacko bouncing off it and hunching down, he hissed his eyes flashing red in his anger.

"Expeliarmus," she blasted the wall above him to send rocks falling from the ceiling to his head. With a shimmer of light Vacko faded and appeared on the other side of the room. Lashing out his elongated nails scratched at the shield.

"You'll not leave me dear," he hissed his fangs showing.

"I do not belong to you Vacko," she screeched sweat breaking out over her skin. Looking toward the door she prayed Harry and Ron would walk in at any second.

"Don't even wish for them my love we'll be finished long before they can come." With supernatural speed and strength he repetitively beat at the shield, over and over again.

She felt her energy draining at having held the shield for so long. Her mantra of survival running thin.

Through the shimmering blue layer of the shield he mocked, "Are you tired sweet?"

With a growl Hermione sent another hex his way. But before the shield could close completely Vacko barrelled into her knocking her to the ground.

She yelled hopelessly as they flew across the room to land on the couch. Vacko above her his eyes still red, his body tense.

"No," she shrieked, thrashing about. He pinned her again. "You do belong to me Hermione," he murmured against her hair. "You and Personne belong to me. But Sonne she's weak, far too weak. So I chose you love, your fire, your passion, with Sonne's elegance and power fit to make any Queen."

She lay motionless. His chaos of words bringing together a puzzle. "Never!" She screamed.

He silenced her with a passionate kiss. With his skilful mouth he slipped his tongue inside and ran it over her every crevice and the roof of her mouth. Hermione's body seeming to have a mind of its own responded. Like a wanton she pushed her breasts against his chest, wrapped her legs around his waist and grinded. Even as pleasure assaulted her senses she fought against her body's urges.

Trying to stop the kiss she clenched her teeth and spilt his lip. Blood pouring into their mouths sent a feral growl from Vacko vibrating into Hermione. He was now rubbing against her core in motion with her. His hands on her butt as he pulled her body into his every thrust. As his hands made contact with her flesh Hermione began to see lights go off behind her closed eyes, her lungs restricted and she knew she needed air. Her body finally obeying her in want for survival allowed Hermione to push at Vacko's chest. He however refused to move. She fainted with his tongue in her mouth and his hand up her skirt.

Hermione slumping in his arms made him pull away, shocked, with his hands trembling, sweat at his brow, his manhood twitching on the verge of release, and his stomach churning with hunger.

Shuddering he came with just a whiff of her arousal. Falling away from her onto the rugged floor his body spasmned his eyes rolling at the pleasure. He laid a pathetic heap, sated, a sheen of sweat covering him and his clothes clinging to his breath wracked body. Heat suffused in his limbs, turning to look at the fainted girl horror crashed in his mind.

Coming footsteps stopped his onslaught of thoughts and alerted him to Hermione's Potter and Weasley approaching. With swift grace he ran to Hermione and took her in his arms. With her and his cloak in hand he closed the tunnel of the library behind him just as the two mortals entered. Hearing their exclamations he smirked at his triumph. They wouldn't have her. Oh no, no one would take her from him, for he hadn't chosen her it seemed, but nature had.

Harry and Ron searched the library desperately for Hermione. Having arrived to find it empty they both sought out to assure themselves they did not imagine her.

"She was here Harry she was, we both saw her," Ron insisted pacing back and forth in front of the hearth.

"I know Ron, I know but something wasn't right," Headmaster Potter sat and stared into the burning flames caught in thought.

"You think!" Ron exploded stomping his foot impatiently flinging his arms about. "We haven't seen her in 3 years Harry, three damn years. Do you think she would have stayed away on purpose?" Waiting for the correct answer Ron was frustrated he didn't get one.

Running his hands through his red hair he answered his own question. "Mione would not have stayed away from us, didn't you hear her, she's trapped or something."

"Yes I heard her and I deducted that so far Ron, but the question is trapped by whom?" Harry could not comfort his mate as Ron deflated and hopelessly flopped into the adjacent couch.

Ron tried, "she did mention that Personne witch."

Harry nodded his head in agreeance. "I get the idea we won't be able to see her though Ron."

The two deflated though plans ran haywire throughout their minds.

"Well isn't this quaint," the sneer had the two best friends jump to face Draco leaning against a shelf.

"Malfoy," Ron glared.

"Good afternoon Malfoy," Harry greeted cordially.

Draco rolled his eyes, "save me the formalities Potter you are no ally of mine."

"And I thank Merlin every day for that," Ron grumbled reaching for his wand only to pull out nothing. "What the hell!" He roared.

Harry approached his friend in question, "Ron-"

"My wand, its missing," the red head tried to pull apart his robes before Harry stopped him.

Draco snickered, "you are pathetic, and I thank Merlin everyday for that. Good luck in finding your wand you sob-excuse-of-a-wizard."

Striding out of the library Draco barley stopped himself from stumbling in shock. He hadn't been prepared to see Potter and Weasley after three years of perfect avoidance. For the two half-wits always brought back the memory of…7th year and…he hated that year.

He couldn't fool himself though. He had followed them from the guest dormitories to give them a piece of hell. All the way to the bottom floor library like a crazed stalker had he followed them. Where he had heard them mention their better 3rd, Granger. He snorted at the remembrance of how the two good loving boys had exclaimed they had seen Hermione in the citadel.

Stoping he snorted again at the possibility. A pale face lying amongst white cloth dressed in a white gown holding roses' drifted in his mind like a distant dream…NO she was dead. He had felt death on her cheek as he had…said goodbye. Stopping at his chamber door he leaned heavily on the door knob.

Knowing his wife was on the other side of said door angered him. Pulling away he cantered down the hall heading for the stables and Bon, he needed a stiff drink and a pretty little barmaid.

Madras reclined in his high backed office chair and stared into Blaise's calm face. "You have not made much progress over the last few days Zabini."

Blaise made no expression at all. He just raised a brow at the ancient wizard. "Sir seduction takes time. If I were to lay it all on your daughter at once she would be suspicious would she not?"

Madras chose not to answer but glared at the boy instead. "You try my patience Zabini if you make no further progression soon Malfoy can forget his child."

Blaise raised from the chair a sharp scowl on his face. "I believe our discussion is finished sir, excuse me," turning he exited the grand office.

Madras turned to look at Personne's wizard portrait which sat on his desk. She was dressed in a small dress and waving while she skipped about the gardens. He was worried about her.

He had seen her trembling at the opening ceremony and Vacko. His jaw clenched in contemplation. He had seen Vacko's too intimate gestures and it angered him. Now that Madras was keenly watching Personne to see her reactions to Blaise he was becoming more aware of the vampire's actual closeness to Personne. He didn't like it at all. It was decided within his brain, Blaise had to seduce his daughter faster.

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