Finally chapter two! Whoo! At least Hermione finaly told me that pesky little secret of hers... So that explains alot, but what about Blaise you say? Don't worry he will get his shot! I hope you enjoy it!

Chapter 2.

Turning Point

Hermione

At the end of the war…

She stood there alone, fighting everything and everyone around her. Harry and Ron were nowhere to be seen.

Never in her life had Hermione felt so alone. Especially since that ass of a boyfriend cheated on her with some common slut. Oh there was hell to pay for that.

Hermione wasn't always a 'goodie-little-two-shoes' when given the chance she was a force no one wanted to mess with.

Kill! One voice told her. Fight! Said another. Hermione chose the latter, truly her in her heart she could not kill a living soul. Except for those who betrayed her…

Then they came for her those sinister creatures of the night, those who were damned by God for all eternity. They claimed that she would be the one to stop all their miseries; she was the Goddess of the Night.

Hermione could never win. Even her own lover betrayed. But that though gave her the will to live. She would come back for revenge.

Completely devoid of blood, a neck bent at a highly impossible angle, arms shredded off almost to the bone, legs strewn and bent back towards her torso. It also looked as though her own heart was ripped out of her living body. Her once dark chocolate eyes stared emotionless just like when she was petrified back in their second year. The once soft and silken hair lay stiff over her shoulders. Even her very own wand was stabbed into her chest, deeply. She now had no longer use for that anymore, especially since she had powers greater than that.

Hermione Granger was dead but a new one would come to take her place.

I died for you, you lied to me. Revenge my love is my gift to thee.

Watch out Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger was coming out to get you.

Blaise

She was dead. Hermione Granger was dead. His sole reason for living was gone.

Gone was the sun, the moon, the earth. And he didn't even get a chance to proclaim his love. Yet.

He needed time to hunt, alone. No pack would want to accept him, besides he was always the quiet one.

It just was always was the quiet ones wasn't it?

Struggling past tree after tree Blaise continued on his way lest he meet with Fenrir Greyback's pack. His body couldn't sustain another injury like the last the one.

Then he felt it, the rush of pure blood flowing. The sound was heavenly, the canines in his mouth sharpened. The beast was hungry, it needed to feed.

The blood seemed to sing for him and all he needed to do was answer…

Blaise ran.

Hermione

Her own dirty little secret…

Truth was I never really was muggleborn. The real truth was that I was never really born human. Yes I really was a vampire true and true.

I was the only female born in the last seven hundred centuries. This made me a rare jewel indeed.

My father was from 320 B.C making him one of the oldest vampires besides a few other elders. He met my mother in the 1700s and changed her into a vampire also after claiming her as his true mate. Their little story of love was quite amusing.

Now you know why Hermione Granger was more than an average bookworm and brain of the 'Golden Trio'.

Brains? Hah! Vampires had perfect memories, great for recalling everything. We even had the power to go back into our memories just like witches and wizards but without the severe headache and freaky bottles to store them in.

But why was I a human for so many years? That is quite simple. Mummy and Daddy simply wanted me protect from all the vampires out there trying to claim me as their mate.

Many of whom were many centuries older than me! I wasn't gonna let that happen! No way was I going to be hitched to some older than dirt creeper from who-know-where-the-hell-istan!

Thus the quiet mousey but all bent stubborn bookworm with brains Hermione Granger was born. Which was just a fake name, but it did have a rather nice ring to it.

Who would know I would help 'The-Boy-Who-Lived' and save the wizarding world from the Dark Lord?

This unknowingly made me more desirable as a mate to vampires. Just my luck, wasn't it?

So yeah from before, I really just faked my own death. Sure I do feel really bad about doing that for Harry and Ron, but I could always check on them from time to time. They would never know I was there.

I just couldn't stand being misunderstood for so long so I kind of gave in. Mummy and Daddy were never prouder.

Being one of the eternally damned did have its perks but now I was finally free to be who I really was.

A dark creature of the night.

Draco

That dark night one month ago…

His heart pounded and pounded deeper and deeper into his chest. This was his final moment he was dying.

But he had one last look upon that dark goddess's beauty.

If only he didn't play with both of their hearts. He truly was a fool for betting more than he was willing to let go.

But Draco Malfoy couldn't leave…just yet.

Her revenge seemed so simply and not really far-fetched. So he decided to kick up his Slytherin charm. He wasn't just called the Slytherin 'Sex God' for nothing, now was he?

Besides he had enough of being a coward, it was time to take things like a man.

A dead man that is.

Draco wasn't going to let death beat him and take him away now. He had some important unfinished business to do.

He still wasn't completely forgiven yet. Draco was going to haunt the heck out of her so he could finally rest in peace.

But little would he know that he would lose his heart on the way there…

Blaise

The beast inside…

This scent was odd. I truly had never came upon a scent as delectable as this, it smelled as delicious as flowing blood.

Was that roses and chocolates I smelled? Somehow it felt hauntingly familiar to me.

"I said that I was sorry, Granger. I didn't know you would be this extreme." A low voice moaned. But this voice, it couldn't be? Was it really Draco?

Then what about the Granger part? Hermione was dead; who in the world could he be talking to?

"Shut it Malfoy, just because you're dead doesn't mean a thing." That sweet faint voice filled my ears.

My heart started to pound ferociously in my chest, almost as if my whole body was aflame.

Then other realizations hit me, Draco was dead? My best mate couldn't be, he was a drunken ass (thought I had no idea why) the last time I saw him, which was only 36 hours ago.

If he were truly dead then why was he talking right now?

"It does when you were the one who killed me!" Draco answered loudly.

Hermione couldn't kill anyone on purpose, she was so sweet so innocent. But then again when you ticked her off you were doomed.

She was one for holding grudges and boy did she ever.

But what was she doing with his best mate?

"And whose fault was that!" Hermione's voice practically screamed.

That got Draco to shut up for a while.

Though time was running out for me, the beast inside tried to claw its way out. I guess that I should have fed it a couple days back, instead of letting it starve now.

"SHH! Something's coming!" Hermione hissed, she must have detected my presence.

"Anything is better than you, Granger." Draco's ghost replied in a smart ass tone.

"Oh shut up, Lover-boy!" Hermione hissed back at him.

Lover boy?

It seems as though your best mate had a fling with Hermione at one point. The beast stated instead of pulling us both through the bushes.

Shut up inner voice/beast!

Jealous are you? Why not just mark her as your mate? What he said did start to make sense.

All I had to do was go up and bite Hermione.

"It smells like wolf, a dirty one at that." Hermione stated. I was appalled I did not smell that bad!

Suddenly conscious I smelled my paw, yes paw I was a werewolf was I not?

Merlin did it reek! What did I go rolling in, pig shit?

Well for one thing I was not happy as a pig in shit that was for sure.

Deal with it.

Hey! Whose body do you live in anyways! Merlin now I'm arguing with myself!

Unfortunately I was given no response.

Instead of a beast replying me, I instead was sucked into oblivion.

Damn, my life just keeps getting better and better.

Hermione

"SHH! Something's coming!" I practically hissed at Malfoy. I swear that I could have heard him swearing at me, from inside of his head!

Merlin, were vampire powers annoying as hell sometimes!

I did not need to know what Draco was thinking of right at this second. Before I could start at him again he unfortunately opened his mouth.

"Anything is better than you, Granger." Draco replied coldly. He did not in the name of hell just go there!

"Oh shut up, Lover-boy!" I so wanted to punch him in the balls right now but I would end up going right through him on account of him being dead and all.

Something in the distance snapped, I was alone in the Forbidden Forest with nothing but a ghost for protection. Perfect.

But then again who needed some dumb little old wand when I had vampire powers at my disposal.

Then something wafted over. Ick! It smelled like moldy old wet dog, one that rolled in the dumpster then in a vat of cow dung.

Basically I almost threw up in my mouth.

"It smells like wolf, a dirty one at that." I stated the obvious and plugged my noise. Something here definitely reeked, and not in the good way that dead and blood did either.

Something nearby huffed but it came out almost like a laugh?

"What does, I don't smell anything?" Malfoy said looking around me at the surrounding area.

OH. DEAR LORD, NOT AGAIN!

"Malfoy you're dead, and didn't I tell you to SHUT UP?" I really wanted to hurt him now. Merlin he could be an idiot at times.

Was it just me or were guys really stupid at times?

How many times did I need to remind him that he wasn't in the land of the living anymore?

Turning around I stared him squarely into the eyes. Eyes that were once a delectable silver-grey smoky color.

Yes, I did have feelings for him at one point. I could still recall the first kiss I shared with him. Gods it was delicious even when I was a human and when blood was an important staple of living.

That one little itty bitty sliver of a kiss turned into something much much more. Though I wished that it didn't have to end with my heart breaking.

I remember his bulky muscular arms encircling me from behind. I did always love surprise embraces, especially ones that knocked me off my feet.

His succulent lips kissed me from the base of my neck and kept getting higher and higher. Going even higher and higher until finally he reached that intended destination, my mouth.

I gasped in surprise by the sudden display of affection.

Then his tongue wiped across my lips begging to enter my mouth. He always tasted of firewhiskey that I swear at points I would have gotten drunk just by kissing him.

"Draco," I whispered into his mouth. "What are you doing?" his endless eyes looked deep within my own.

Draco pulled away for a mere second, leaving me feeling rather empty.

"Loving you." Draco whispered huskily and once again dove at me.

All it really was back then was lust. But then again I was a naïve little school girl.

His tongue entered my mouth and once again my senses were filled of the taste of addictive firewhiskey.

While his hand naughtily stroked my hips, so that was what he wanted. I better make worth his while.

My own hand did a little adventure of its own. Going downtown all the way to the zipper of his pants. No sooner than I did that I found out that particular piece of clothing was already gone.

What I found instead was a pair of boxers, boxers that had a tent in them.

I looked up at Draco; he flashed another one of his devilish smirks as he pulled away from me.

"Demon." I said and grabbed at his shirt. He had planned this all along.

Damn him for knowing all my little quirks!

"Mudblood." He spat out but it had an affectionate ring to it. His other hand pulled at my Gryffindor robes.

"Slytherin." I whispered into his ears as he slowly tugged of my shirt leaving me clad in my green and silver lace bra.

The bra he picked out for me.

"Gryffindor." He replied as I tugged at his scarlet and gold boxers that I bought him.

Yep he was definitely mine.

"Sex God." I muttered as his hand reached down to pull my skirt to the floor where it lay now discarded and forgotten.

"Bookworm." He continued with the name calling as I tugged at his shirt to fully unclothe him.

"Wizard." I mumbled as his hand slipped into my matching lingerie to tease my core.

"Witch." He gasped as my hands found his cock and I stroked the length of him strenuously. I wasn't one for begging but only Draco would make me feel that way.

This time I wanted to make him beg for mercy.

"Man-whore." I complimented as his fingers delved deeper within me, causing me to moan loudly.

Luckily wards were put on the room to prevent any noises from escaping. This was just our little secret, that's why we didn't have pictures in our secret little part of the castle.

"Slut." Draco said I pumped him faster and faster. He would regret calling me that.

So I dug my nails into the tender flesh of his skin. This kitten definitely had claws.

"Fire." I hissed as his mouth suddenly took my nipple into his mouth. When did he ever get my bra off of me?

"Ice." Draco whispered against me and his warm breath sent shivers all over my body.

This seemed to be getting somewhere yet it also seemed to be getting nowhere.

That one little memory of the time when we were in love was always one of my favorites.

But what was past was past. Nothing could be done about it.

Inwardly the soft Hermione Granger cried her eyes out. But this Hermione Granger was much stronger than that.

Life would move on, it always has.

But what was making it so damn difficult?

"Werwolf. " I whispered and saw that disfigured form of the beast.

But yet this one seemed so heartbreakingly familiar.

Blaise Zabini?

What the hell was this world really coming to?

I hope you like it! Thanks to those who reviewed and those who favorited this story so far!

P.S. I have an itsy-bitsy question to ask: what should Blaise's wolf name be? I can't just keep referring to it as 'the beast'!

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