Here's chapter two. This will explain why they didn't know one another for all those who were wondering. I had planned on having chapter three written before I posted this one, but I decided to post it now even though the next chapter isn't finished. Please be sure to review so I know if this is something readers enjoy or not.
He was seated comfortably in front of the fireplace when she entered. From the look (and smell) of it, it was blood he was sipping from a fine crystal goblet. Its mate was waiting for her on a small table. "Sorted your thoughts, have you?"
She paused mid-motion, halfway between the still-open door and the table with its glass. I didn't even make a sound, she thought. Continuing forward, she grabbed the glass and sat in the chair across from Draco. She glared which caused the smirk to reappear on his face. "How old are you?"
"I am the same age as you. And before you ask, no, I was not recently turned like you. I was turned a very, very long time ago."
"So you're physically the same age as me, but not actually the same age." She rolled her eyes. Of course he would have to be Ancient to have that kind of Power, she thought.
"No, I'm not Ancient like you're thinking. We are the same age."
Hermione narrowed her eyes; either he was lying or he was telling the truth and something else was going on. And how did he know what she was thinking? She clutched at her wand, still tucked in her pocket, ready to make an escape if the situation warranted it. "Explain."
He smirked and swirled the blood around in his glass. "You can put your wand down. I'm not as evil as you think I am, though I admit I have my moments. But why take my word? You are a newborn, still flush with your vampiric gifts, and a skilled witch to boot. My expertise lies outside of the realm of wand work, although I can hold my own in a duel. What harm could I possibly do to you? "
She hissed.
"Alright. I am the same age as you; yet, I have been a vampire for almost twenty years. What do you say to that?"
"I would say that is impossible and I'm not interested in games."
He raised a hand to stop her from leaving. "Ah, but it is the truth. Please, stay and I will tell you." She narrowed her eyes, but nodded in confirmation. "I was bitten and turned when I was a boy – barely five. My father was a Death Eater and there was a vampire who took certain... exceptions to Father's line of thought who lived near our home. He snuck into our house one night, forced his own blood down my throat and threw me off the roof. He did it to avenge his mate, whom had been slain by Voldemort himself several years prior, or so I was told. I guess that since Voldemort had fallen, this vampire decided attacking Death Eaters was the best revenge he could get under the circumstances." He paused, "Of course, there was nothing anyone could do for me; the damage had been done. My mother cried for weeks while I adjusted to my new life. Both she and my father were heartbroken that I would be doomed to spend eternity in the body of a five-year-old boy. Then, one day, while I was sleeping, my mother came into my room and closed the curtains, plunging the room into darkness so I would not be harmed. She opened the lid to my coffin and performed a very powerful, very Dark spell. At dusk, when I awoke, I found her dead beside me."
Hermione gasped. "I- what happened to her? I mean… how?"
He sighed. "She cast a spell so that I would age normally until I became fully grown. She also knew that, by casting the spell, she would die. The spell took her life for my own."
A single tear of blood made its way down Hermione's cheek. "But… but…"
Draco shook his head. "There was nothing anyone could do when she set her mind on something." He passed her a handkerchief to wipe her face. "And so… I grew up. I attended Durmstrang and received top marks, something not difficult to do with my vampiric mental capabilities. I kept to myself during the war, knowing that my father would be killed if I went against the Dark Lord, but not caring enough to actually join him. In the end, it didn't really matter, as my father was sent to Azkaban and Kissed after the war was finished."
"And now you're here?"
"Yes, I am here. I could stay at home and spend every last Knut of the Malfoy fortune, but I would rather surround myself with the young minds of tomorrow's youth. Yes, I know the money would eventually run out, but it's not as if I actually need money to survive; it would be strictly recreational."
"Yes, that is how I feel as well. Not the money part, of course, but the teaching part… At least, that was before this happened to me. Now I'm not sure how much of a danger I could pose to the students…"
"That is exactly why I brought you down here. I didn't say before, but I am taking over my Godfather's position of Potions Master; he has decided to retire. And, I believe I have a potion that will work much better than the ones he has given you." He rose, walked to a cabinet, and handed her a vial filled with crimson liquid. "This potion, unlike the others, helps you with self control and only needs to be ingested once a week. Since you are worried, though, I suggest you take it twice a week to start off with until you feel more comfortable."
She beamed, showing off her perfectly white fangs. "Thank you! You have no idea what this means to me! And it really works?"
Draco bowed his head. "Yes. Anything for a lady in need."
Hermione blushed and looked at her watch to avoid his gaze. "Oh! We must end now I'm afraid; it is almost dawn!"
He smirked again. "It seems you still have much to learn. You can be exposed to the light; you just need a little help. Go dream of the sun today, while I prepare, and tomorrow I shall make your dreams come true."
Ok- what do you think? And please don't be turned off by the fact that they can go into the sun... I promise they won't sparkle. *Side note: if there are any Vampire Diaries fans out there, the first one to send me a PM with HOW they can go into the sun will get some kind of sneak preview of either chapter 3 or 4- I also might(not promising, just saying might) allow you to name a chapter*
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