Dead? I tried to flail away from her, but the innocent, feminine grip of Hermione Granger was gone. This thing's grip on my wrist only tightened as I jerked. She smirked at me, copying an action that used to empower me, but on her it was just cruel. She could see the fear in my eyes, if all she'd said so far was true then I was hers. If I was hers wouldn't she want to protect me? Why was she trying to scare me.
"Granger...please let me go." I whispered, still quivering. She looked at me with distaste, but let me go anyways. I crumbled into an unattractive heap on the rug. She crouched down before me, staring at me with red ringing her beautiful toffee eyes.
"Stop being afraid." She commanded, "I need to tell you everything before the pain of the change becomes too much."
"Pain...what change? What's going on?" I insisted shakily. She sat down completely, trying to look as nonthreatening as possible.
"I've awakened you, Draco." The way her lips formed my name made shivers run along my spine.
"As what…for what? Why didn't you leave me alive?"
She toyed with a spiraling curl, "because I didn't want to. You were beautiful as a human. I knew that if I awakened you I could add you to my harem."
"You murdered me so that I could be a part of your collection?" When my voice raised past a shaking whisper she cut her eyes to me. I shut up.
"Yes, I did. If it's a problem I can murder you for good." She offered, "I figured someone as vain as you would love to be added to a collection."
"What are you?" I asked her quietly, trying to change the subject. She mushed my cheeks.
"I never thought I'd see the great Draco Malfoy quivering in a mess in the floor. You're cute."
"Answer me." I insisted.
"What's it matter? You're mine. That's all you need to know." As I got more frustrated the blood began coursing through my veins unprovoked. The faster it rushed the hotter my body became.
"It's happening." She said with amusement, "I'd better get you back. Harry will be pleased I found a new one. He's been begging for a blonde." She lifted me up with one arm and draped me over her shoulder. With every second that passed my body seemed to heat up by several degrees. It wasn't long before I seemed to be consumed with flames. One of her arms was wrapped around my waist, the pain wasn't so bad there. Her hand was also clamped over my mouth to keep my screams muffled.
The wind was comparable to being repeatedly slapped with a red hot pocker. It seared my flesh making the experience all the worse. Slowly the pain began to melt away. My eyes dared to open, just a crack and I realized I was no longer on her shoulder. I was lying on the roof of a large truck.
"You wouldn't stop screaming. So I figured bringing you up here would drown out your voice." She hadn't spoken any louder, yet her words cut through the wind. I flexed my fingers, plesantly surprised when there was no pain shooting through my limbs.
"Is it over?" Something delicious wafted through the air, but with the wind constantly being replaced I couldn't pinpoint where it came from.
"Should be...lets go." She leapt forward and took hold of the gate separating the cars on the bridge and the cars on the intersection. I followed her without a second thought. Only reacting once I was on the gate.
"Oh...mama…" I looked down, clutching the gate tighter when I realized a fall like this would kill old me.
"Quickly now. I don't fancy being caught out in the sun." She called down to me. I watched her scale the grate and pop out of the otherside, "you could play quidditch, but you can't do this? Interesting." Miffed at being taunted I made my way after her. She had already started walking when the same intoxicating aroma over came me. I could feel myself drooling, but I couldn't stop it. A girl was walking along the sidewalk, a bottle hanging loosely from her fingers, "bad Draco." Hermione chastised from behind me. She sounded like herself for once, "we don't waste our time on the likes of her. Come along."
"But…" I swiped at the drool, this was just getting embarrassing, "I'm so hungry." I hadn't noticed it before, but it was true. My stomach was clenching painfully at the very idea of leaving this girl. Whatever she'd turned me into required the blood or the flesh of the living -I wasn't sure yet- and I was not in the business of denying myself.
"We'll get you something to eat when we're closer to home." She said sternly, "now come along." She dragged me beside her as we raced along the path. I briefly wondered why we didn't just apparate, but found it impossible to question her at this speed.
We slowed down near a night club. She ran her hands through her curls, trying to calm them.
"How do I look?" She asked, looking up at me. My response was a dry, stammering noise. She smirked, "good." We made our way into the club, standing separately from each other. I wasn't dressed for the public. After all I was still in my night pants. She sighed as she looked at me, "you could have said something."
"I was under the impression you knew everything."
She glared and changed my clothes with the wave of her hand.
"Find a girl, we'll meet behind the club in an hour." She disappeared without another trace leaving me to find a suitable girl there were plenty of girls sitting together, but what I was looking for was a loner. When I found what I was looking for I strolled over, putting on my Malfoy charm.
"Hey." She looked up with a bit of trepidation.
"I'm not looking for a one night shag." She muttered. I chuckled, pleased when it rumbled seductively. Her cheeks flushed.
"I can't blame you. If I were that good looking I wouldn't easy either." I sighed wistfully. All the while her eyes were glazing over. She scooted closer, laying her hand over mine.
"Maybe just for you…" She murmured, "you're nothing like anyone I've ever met before. Your skin is white...like pearl. You're...enchanting."
I grinned, "is that so?"
"I just don't want to pass up the opportunity." Her hand went up my thigh, but for a woman so attractive she held no appeal. Still I smirked and led her out behind the building. Hermione was already out there, holding the arm of a dazed man.
"I figured you'd be pretty hungry." She told me with a shrug, offering me the man she'd caught in exchange for the petite woman beside me. Hermione wasted no time, sinking her teeth in the other woman's neck. I watched in morbid fascination as my capture slid feebly down a wall. My own kill was fighting against me, struggling in vain. My hunger protested again, forcing me to tear my eyes away from her. This man was bigger than I was in width and height. My conscious said to let him free, but my instinct said so much more. Instinct won out and I hoisted my self up onto him, locking my legs around his waist. His blood hit my tongue in an explosion.
It completed me. It was everything and nothing all at once. It dragged me beneath the waves of ecstasy and held me.
When I could drink no more, I climbed off of his shuddering form. He was now lying on the ground.
"Hungry much?" She chuckled. I smiled a bit shyly.
"You barely touched yours." I chastised. The girl I scored was staring dazedly at the ceiling.
"I try not to kill anyone if I don't have to." She shrugged, "now can we go? I don't want to get caught in the sun."
"What about them?"
"Leave them." She sighed, "someone will find them." This time she took my hand and we disappeared in a puff of black smoke.
*****I lied XD review! Side note...am I the only one who thinks that Steven from Steven Universe is freaking adorable?******