Granger manor was a modern mansion on a hill in Wales. It was comparable to Malfoy manor in both size and beauty, something I was grateful for. She led me down the stone path making no effort to soothe my nerves. Even after all of my bed time research it seemed that Ms. Granger was a mystery to me. She drunk blood like a vampire, but moved like a succubus. In all of my readings a mortal gone vampire was never mentioned to possess a harem, all the while a mortal girl couldn't just turn into a succubus.
Upon entering the manor I was greeted by a group of fifteen or so men, all pale from death, all people I once knew.
"Harry, could you show Draco to his room? I've got reading to do before the sun comes up."
The raven haired man was clearly pouting, behavior unacceptable in the eyes of a real succubus. Instead of growing angry, she smiled brightly.
"Well you're the one who wanted another blonde so badly. It's your responsibility to teach him the ropes." She told him gently.
"But 'Mione!" Death had done the weasel no favors. His freckles shown like cancerous moles against his paper skin and his hair was even more garish and ridiculous than before, "of all of the blondes in the world why would you pick the ferret?" This definitely wouldn't be allowed by a real succubus, so I guess I could rule that option out.
"I liked his eyes," was her simple response, "now if you don't mind I have reading to do." She swept out of the room without another word, leaving me to face a horde of men sworn to the same woman.
"I'm sure Lucius would rather spend some time with you," Potter said quickly, "so uh...good luck...mate?"
"Are you sure that's in your best interest, Mr. Potter?" I swiveled to meet my father's smooth, whiskey baritone. He still held himself with poise and grace, but the superior glint to his eye had faded. It was all but obvious that he was a slave to my at-least-halfway vampire princess. "The last time you decided to make your own decisions it ended quite badly," he finished with a smirk. Self consciously, Potter traced what must have been a scar along his chest.
The memory in and of itself caused the room to fall silent.
"Fine, follow me Malfoy. We'll make this quick, agreed?"
I shrugged, following him toward a grand spiral staircase. Each stair looked as if it were made of ice, as we ascended I took the time to notice that everything was made of ivory and diamond. What could not be made in ivory was dipped in the purest white imaginable. As we reached the first floor Potter began to speak -and for the sake of not getting lost- I began to listen.
"This floor holds Ron, Neville, Viktor, Dean, Fred, and I. We're her second in command. If you need anything you come to us, unless it's major. If it's major you go to her."
"What counts as major." At Hogwarts I was voted most cowardly, not most foolhardy.
"If you're dying." Grand, "moving on. The next floor holds roughly eight simply because the rooms are smaller. Up there is Seamus, Blaise, Nott, Justin, George, Bill, Charlie, and Cedric." We climbed a second set of stairs in order to inspect the third floor. The halls were Royal blue, with golden accents. He explained a bit of the history behind one or two of the expensive vases, before dragging me along to the final level.
The halls were grey, with charcoal accents, but it seemed warmer to me than any other floor.
"There's you, your father, Colin Creevy, and Cole Spencer up here for now. This room," he opened a door at random, "is yours. You're allowed to redecorate just don't remove the blackout drapes."
"What happens in I do?" He shrugged innocently.
"Open them and find out," he offered, "just wait until I'm out of the room."
"Granger ordered you to...teach me the ropes," I insisted, "I don't think she'll be happy about you muttering her newest toy."
"No truer words have ever been spoken." Cole Spencer was another fellow Slytherin a year or two younger than I was. He was okay looking, but his hair was too dark of a blonde.
"There's no time to explain it all now. The sun is nearly up," Potter insisted, "and Hermione likes her friends in bed before dawn. I'll explain in the morning, for now...morning." He and Cole left me to change into something suitable for sleep. It was hard to imagine sleeping at a moment like now, in a place like this, but as the sun rose my lids grew heavy. Before I could stop myself I snuggled under my blanket and got comfy. Moments later I was swallowed by the blackness of sleep.
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