Sorry this took so long, but I have my reasons: 1. I went to Florida to Universal Studios and saw the Wizarding World of Harry Potter. 2. I got inspiration for this story. 3. I renewed my love for Harry Potter series. 4. I got a Slytherin and Gryffindor tie! ^~^

Now due to weather I just have to worry about losing power! :(

Onto the story... enjoy!

Chapter 3.

I Don't Just Hate You, I Abhor and Despise You with a Vengeance

Hogwarts Express First Year

An eleven year old brunette sat alone in her cabin with her enchanted half-Kneazle, Crookshanks, silently she contemplated to herself. Giving herself the same mantra over and over again, she had given away her real life in order to protect herself today. Who knows when she would see her true parents again? This plan was only to protect her from being hunted down.

Her name now was known as Hermione Jane Granger, only child of Dr. Granger and Dr. Granger of Granger & Granger Dentistry. She was classified as a muggleborn witch, who had recently started to show traits in sorcery. No longer was she a creature of the night who feasted on the blood of the living in order to survive, but she would need to take the blood from donors (unknowing volunteers) monthly. Luckily she had more powers than a witch her age would normally have, inhuman powers that is. Though this was all a mere act that fateful train ride would be more than she would ever dream of.

Standing up she plastered an ecstatic smile that apparently freaked Crookshanks up as he retorted to her in her head. That moment her eyes lost their silvery hue, she would have to hide her vampiric habits to the best of her ability. She had already changed her name, her family, her form (from vampire to witch), now she would have to change some of her personality traits. Thus the Hermione Jane Granger, the brains of the 'Golden Trio' was born.

Not far away from the secluded brunette ex-vampire, sat a spoiled blonde child with his Italian best friend. Both were eagerly conversing about the future ahead of them at the best school for wizardry, Hogwarts. The two boys were born to be in the Slytherin sect of the school, all that Pureblood breeding would not be wasted on this year's newer crop.

"How many mudbloods do you think are going to be this year?" a horrible Astoria Greengrass asked the group of children in the cabin.

Some of them internally cringed at the word due the derogatory word, but others smirked. The ones that did cringe were the ones who would have to put on this air for the sake of the family name. They would play with the lies in order to save their skins. But few would eventually fall into their own lies in the future.

"I certainly hope there isn't too many." Draco Malfoy replied with a snicker and nudged Blaise with his elbow. He would do just about anything to please his father. The rounds of evil taunting and joking continued well into the hour. Many of them started to drift as the train ride continued onward, no one knew exactly when it would end.

Blaise felt something odd in the air, a stirring perhaps. Most of the inhabitants of his cabin were starting to fall to sleep, but not him. He would use this time to his own self-satisfaction and think to himself without the vulgar blond Greengrass prattling off about something her Daddy did. Suddenly he looked up towards the compartment door, as he did he saw a figure walk right by the door.

Long curly chocolate curls, a somewhat pale complexion, a thin figure, it was a girl. A very enchanting one at that, also.

The next instant the figure dressed in black with the luscious curls and the beginnings of curves disappeared. This was much faster than deemed humanly possible, no mere witch or wizard could actually walk at this speed. This girl would have been walking at least 25 metres a minute. But how?

Struggling to get up and stretch his legs Blaise lifted Draco's heavy thick skull off of his shoulder, only for it to fall into his lap suddenly. A veil of embarrassment flooded his face, why was Draco's head in his lap and why was he snuggling closer to him? Looking up from his best mate, Blaise searched for any watching eyes. Who knows what he would have done if someone was watching him? Though it was funny to see Greengrass snuggle up to Crabbe so tightly, it was quite obvious that Greengrass adored Draco exclusively.

Finally lifting Draco's heavy torso off his lap Blaise got up from his chair, was his butt sore or what? Stretching his tender limbs and sore body parts he was just about to place Draco down. No one noticed the brief exchange that had happened, unknown to most of them in the room Blaise had caressed Draco's face as a lover would. That is all except for one spoiled Malfoy…

Then there was a knock on the door. The very noise startled him but what behind the door brought him to his knees.

A tender caress had waked him up from his dreams. Behind his eyes Draco saw the addictive body of some unknown female but just as she was about to caress him, he felt it in the real world. Then he realized the sound of the Italian's deep breathing. Draco was shocked. What was Blaise doing and why did it feel so bloody good? Who would have known?

Then a sudden knock on the door brought them both out of this reverie, also making them jump at least a foot in the air. Draco felt his head suddenly falling towards the cushions of the now empty spot of the chair. With a loud 'thud' his nose made contact with the hard part of the chair, where the previous occupant's butt last sat.

When was the last time the compartment was cleaned? Or at least the chair?

"Sorry mate." Blaise stated as he went to answer the door. The only answer he got in return was the muffled noise of an annoyed Malfoy in pain.

Sitting up again Draco shook his head and tried to wring the drowsiness from him. Then he looked up and into the eyes of her. The very woman of his dreams, it looked just like her or at least the younger version of her. He just had to have her.

"And who may you be, cara?" Blaise asked looking in the deep brown eyes of the gorgeous girl in front of him.

This just had to be the girl from earlier. He would have recognized those brown locks anywhere.

Obviously a little offended the girl brush off his endearment and with a bold spirit ignored his intentions. "Excuse but have you seen a toad around her, a boy named Neville lost his?" She asked ignoring his first question.

The very sound of her voice made the two boys think of angels. Even the other students had started to awaken at the musical voice. Then the girl looked down at Draco, her eyes seemed to penetrate his own steely grayish blue. Draco's breathing for a moment constricted.

"Toad?" a disoriented Astoria asked, obviously the blond hated anything to do with ugly things and dirt. She looked at the body she was currently snuggling against and shoved a tired Crabbe right into the wall.

That just had to hurt, but the poor buffoon still slept on.

The brunette at the door's eyes had slit with just one look at Greengrass, obviously she had a great judge in character.

"That would be a no, bella." Blaise answered the girl; he also seemed to lose his voice for a minute. Just one girl could make him so conscious of himself that was impossible. Blaise was known for being so talkative, but one beautiful girl had rendered him speechless.

Her soft eyes once again met Blaise's deep violet ones and Blaise could feel embarrassment rise up in his cheeks. He could also feel Draco staring at the back of his neck; he too apparently noticed his sudden odd behavior.

"Thank you anyways, but might I suggest that you guys should change. We should be expected to arrive any moment." The girl smiled as she said that to them with an air of grace. In another instant she was off to her own compartment.

All the two young men could do was stare at the lovely retreating figure as she left. This year would hold more surprises than the two would ever imagine.

The young girl in question felt very manipulative and smiled to herself again. 'Hook, line and sinker.' As she continued on her way, she felt the thoughts of the many people already affected by her powers.

Hogwarts would be a breeze.

But right now she craved for something O positive, more than anything. Now who could she choose?

The new Hermione Jane Granger continued on her way, little did she know her life would change forever in the next few minutes. For in the next few minutes she would later meet the other part of the 'Golden Trio', later they would be the best of friends.

Hermione

You know the old saying: 'If you love something, set it free'? What I didn't expect was it to return and comeback. Just to bite me in the arse again.

Yeah, I did love Draco. I loved him enough to let go that is.

Would I ever forgive him for what he did to me? No, but time would only tell.

But why I chose to make Malfoy my human familiar last minute, I do not know the hell why. It didn't help that I couldn't find his body in the morning either.

All I remember was taking his blood, but I didn't remember giving him any of mine in return. But that was what I deserved for mixing blood and sex together.

Then the next morning I awoken to an angst-y ghost trying to make love with me, and was barely succeeding in the process. For all his past skills Draco was losing it in more than one way…

So all in all I accidently and purposely killed Draco Malfoy, he did deserve it though. Remember kiddies, NEVER mess with Hermione Granger, NEVER.

Now what was I going to do with wolf-boy here. Yep I was talking about Blaise Zabini, wolf-man extraordinaire. Ghosts, I could handle but mate-hungry werewolves I could not.

Especially one that was extremely horny at this moment. I could practically see and sense the werewolf holding onto sanity to keep itself from launching itself at me and humping me for an eternity. This was something that I truly hoped would not happen.

"What?" Draco asked looking up at me like I had a pimple or something, but just to let you know vampires NEVER got blemishes or wrinkles of any sort ever.

Gosh was he a git or what?

"You Ferret." I replied I had always loved calling him that name. It was such fun just to see him all riled up; if ghosts could turn red I bet they would.

"Shut up Mudblood!" he retorted. Like I hadn't heard that comeback before. Prat.

"Good one, now shut up!" the first part I said with sarcasm but the latter was all seriousness. Did he really want us to meet a full-fledged werewolf at one in the morning?

The next instant I was suddenly thrown onto the ground, Malfoy distracted me. The bastard!

He wanted me to get attacked didn't he? But then again he still was my familiar.

I was too caught up in the idea of making Malfoy pay for his actions that I had to remember that I was pinned to the ground by a lusty werewolf. Then I felt it, before I could even react, pins and needles bit down into my neck.

The werewolf was in the process of mating and bonding right here in the middle of the blood Forbidden Forest! Where was my blood familiar? That damn ghost had to be here around me somewhere!

My life was pretty bad I was on the verge of being mated to a wolf with a ghost a my human familiar. Great. Bloody great! Just F my life!

Unfortunately the werewolf must have heard my thought and decided on actually performing that activity. F my life! C'mon this couldn't have gotten any worse!

Then of course it did.

Life was certainly interesting. What I would have given for a pint of fresh O Positive right about now?

Blaise

Draven (Blaise's Inner-wolf)

I wanted her. I NEEDED her.

The thought of her living essence brought air to my chest and brought the inner-wolf forward into frenzy.

He smelled his true mate. Our only true mate.

But what was this? Someone else's scent was upon her!

She was MINE and MINE ALONE. How dare someone mark her!

But this scent too was also so achingly familiar, I remember it from before. My blood-brother and best mate the one and only, Draco Malfoy.

Though I had no idea of what he was doing with MY mate.

Those decadent deep chocolate brown curls fell down in a cascading waterfall past her lovely little waist. Eyes so dark glowed due to the tinge of red around the pupils. Her once tanned skin seemed to lose a touch of its color.

Oh how he craved her. This woman was the one would bear his litter. She would be his fetching little mate.

That's when he realized she was a vampire. One of his mortal enemies (though vampires are really immortal, that was beside the point).

Not unless he claimed her first.

He would be the one letting the blood flow tonight.

Then he jumped forward toward the enchanting vampiress, catching her unguarded. This was much more useful, this way he would mark her as his own.

I lowered my bright canines and bit into her delicate tender flesh. Her blood flowed into my mouth, the warmth and flavor brought a sense of ecstasy over my body. She now belonged to me. But the vampiress did not fight me; her claws were not even brought out fully.

What was going on with her?

It was like she wanted my human and I to claim her as our own. But she still had the stench from earlier this one was most definitely Veela.

Draco

The day after his death…

The last thing he remembered was the sex. Well, he was the Slytherin Sex God. It was the BEST sex he had in his entire life. Not knowing his life was cut short by one little accident.

Hermione's fangs were nipping and teasing his hard erection. Fangs?

Oh yes, she was a vampire.

That was when he decided to play with her. Forcefully he pulled her back up towards him now. He had grasped at her aroused nipples then placed his tongue upon them. Suddenly sucking them fiercely he caused her to moan loudly.

His now invisible fingers caressed her lithe body, feeling every familiar curve, indent, freckle and scar. Even as a vampire many of the magical scars remained after her re-transformation.

Soft velvet like skin touched his now dead fingertips. It had seemed that even through death Draco belonged to her.

So what do you think of Draven as a name for Blaise's werewolf, sounds mighty familar to Draco? Tell me what you think, please!

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