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What?

Chapter 2

What the hell happened?

That was all Hermione could think about when she awoke in a plush soft bed.

"What the hell?" she finally managed to voice out.

"I see you are awake?" drawled a cool hiss like voice.

The memories flooded into her head.

The vampirism, the veela thing…. The fact that she was his…

No she didn't even want to think about it.

"How dare you, you, you," she yelled. "You, ahhhh, you insufferable git!"

She had already jumped out of the bed and was wagging her finger in Malfoy face.

"YOU BLOODY ARSE!"She yelled on. "HOW DARE YOU ASSUME I AM YOUR MATE? HOW DARE YOU TOUCH ME! AS SOON AS I AM DRESSED I AM HEADED STRAIGHT TO THE MINISTRY TO REPORT YOUR LITTLE SECRET. YOU ARE DEAD WHEN I GET THROUGH WITH YOU."

Malfoy chuckled at her little outburst.

"Oh wait, that's right you are already dead you foul monster."

Malfoy rolled his eyes.

He slowly approached the screaming, melodramatic, princess.

His screaming, melodramatic, princess.

"On the contrary," he spoke grabbing the girl who decided to start throwing punches and kicks. "I am quite alive, must be the veela and pure wizard blood."

The way he said pure didn't escape Hermione's ears.

"You foul loathsome," she kept screaming. "You bigot bastard, how dare you kidnap me."

She finally managed to slap him, although it hurt her more than him.

He grabbed her wrists and pinned her to the wall, he feet dangling in the air.

"Are you quite done," he said.

She kneed him in the groin.

That one hurt.

"Don't think for a minute that I will let you get away with this Malfoy," she spat.

He chuckled again.

Suddenly Hermione realized the position she was in.

Here she was, trapped in a room with a part vampire, wizard, and veela Draco Malfoy.

His eyes where that swirled grey red again.

"Oh, is that right granger," he drawled again. "A smart little know-it-all like you should know that veela rights are protected, and that if you don't accept me, the ministry will force you too."

Speechless she was.

He smirked.

That stupid smirk.

What the hell was it about that smirk?

"Well vampires are hunted," she hissed.

He leered.

"Well," he replied. "I'm not really a vampire am I?"

He smiled a creepy smile, showing off his two very sharp fangs.

He put her wrists in one of his hands and lifted her chin.

"Because," he said.

His tongue trailed along her neck.

She shuddered.

"If I was."

He nipped at her neck.

"I would be dead."

Fear took over her.

"I'm most certainly alive."

He nibbled her neck, drawing some blood.

"I'm not a vampire."

He bit her.

"I'm much worse."

She fainted once again in his grasp.