AN:
English is not my native language, so it's highly probable that I make mistakes in grammar, that's why some Beta readers are helping me.
The fic is not mine, it is a translation of "Entre las sombras" by madelinegiovani.
I hope you like it.
She shrugged inside my jacket. I guess some part of her was thinking it was smarter to go to her bedroom, warm and safe from vampires and werewolves. I took her in my arms again and I ran like a flash into a room that I had found on my walks around the castle. On the way we found Filch, though he could not say anything because I passed so quickly by his side that he must have felt only a current of air at his side. As I got to the room I placed her on the sofa. It was an old rest room for teachers, from the time when there were more students and more subjects. The room had comfortable sofas, desks, empty cabinets and shelves filled with old textbooks.
"Does it seem appropriate enough to you?" I leaned back on the couch that was in front of her.
"Yes, thank you." It was funny to see how she tried to remain calm despite everything that was going through her mind.
"Good then... shoot." I smiled again, intrigued to know her questions.
"Why did you save me?" Curious. Nothing happens if I tell her the truth.
"Because if I hadn't saved you, your body or your disappearance would have been attributed to me and I don't want to have problems, I just want to finish school and then dedicate myself to..." I thought about that almost half a second. I didn't know exactly what to say. I hadn't thought about it. "...something else."
"Yeah... I guess it must be a problem if something happens to someone because everyone would think it was you... Of course." It was clear that she was confused.
"You wouldn't mind if I ask you some questions in return, right?"
She looked scared.
"Could you explain how you are able to be here with me calmly? In case you haven't noticed, you're alone, nobody knows you're with me, and I think we both know that by now you know what I am."
"A vampire," she said quietly. "I suppose that after taking so much trouble to save me from a werewolf you will not throw yourself on me to kill me, and you said before that you can't afford anyone to suspect you if something happens to any student. I don't think I have to be afraid of you in that regard." She smiled slightly at the logic of her reasoning.
"Yeah, but I'm me... You know what I mean." I was having a great time looking at her expressions crossing her face.
"No... I don't think I do." In her eyes I saw how confused she was.
"Draco Malfoy," I simply said and she was still as before. "I remember we were enemies, Granger." I sighed.
"Yes, it is true, but you've made it very clear that we were." She narrowed her eyes. She was calmer now, and this was a more normal field for her mind. "Since Voldemort was defeated, Malfoy, you've acted very well. You haven't complained about anything. I would even say that you have molded to the new system without any problems. You're not my enemy now, only a classmate, like everyone else."
Actually it was true. Most of Slytherin only wanted to study and forget everything that had happened.
"Of course. One last question before answering yours." I smiled mischievously "Is it usual for you to spend the nights in unknown rooms with male classmates, Granger?" I asked, expecting to see those cheeks blush again.
"No, Malfoy," she groaned. "Although I don't think that I have to worry about that subject considering your new status, right?"
I can't help being surprised. Instead of blushing she is smiling and she is happy with herself for her deduction. "Sorry, but I don't understand what you mean." I got up to sit properly to be able to tell from her expression what she meant. "Can you explain what you mean?"
Now she looked at me, surprised. "You're a vampire," she emphasized.
"Yes," I agreed.
"You're dead," she said.
"No, not dead," I corrected.
"You can't... Well...you aren't..." she got stuck there, "right?"
"If you mean that because I am a vampire and I'm not technically alive I can't… That's not reason enough to be able or unable to have sex with someone..." I looked into her eyes.
"Can you?" she asked with a trembling voice.
"Yes." I smiled, trying to disturb her.
"But...you hate me and I don't attract you in that way... So I can stay calm, right?" Her assumptions were increasingly becoming meaningless. "Right?" she repeated.
"Well, the absolute truth is that many of my perspectives have changed." I had to restrain myself not to laugh "You're a young woman and if you ever get a chance to care about your aspect, certainly you would be very attractive to a good part of the male students and even for a fraction of the females. I still remember the Yule Ball in fourth year."
I watched her in an obvious and shameless way. "If you wouldn't use so many items you would emphasize your figure more. When I held you in my arms I could get an idea of your curves, and I must admit they are quite inviting... Also I suppose that you don't realize it but your blush is something that makes you very attractive to me." I intentionally left my fangs slightly exposed when I smiled. I enjoyed seeing that she was blushing more, and I decided to approach her until I was a few inches from her face.
"And until tonight, I have fed off of delicious girls... It's much nicer to feel the body of a woman against me than the body of a lion."
She winced and turned away from me to the other side of the couch.
"But I've promised I wouldn't feed from any student," I sighed, "and I'm bound by my honor to that promise." I looked at her again and I realized that everything I said was true. She is beautiful but she doesn't want to take advantage of it, and it is true that right now I would love to caress her throat with my tongue... "Although I assure you that you would enjoy every moment..." I couldn't help saying huskily, the dryness of my throat compelling me to take her but I refrained and I didn't move. I had fed that night and I didn't need more blood...but her cheeks were inviting me.
"I doubt it," she dared to say.
"You shouldn't have said that..." I felt the urge to prove it and I walked slowly to her, still looking into her eyes. "I promised not to feed, but this isn't the same..." I moved my lips towards hers, waiting for her to move away.
All this talk about blood and thinking about the pleasant and exciting ways in which I had fed during the summer in Lucian's company provoked me, and at that moment I wanted nothing but to drink her blood-even a single drop. I wanted to have it on my lips and savor it with my tongue...
She didn't push me away, neither did she attempt to get me away. I continued approaching until I touched my lips with hers and I forgot everything and I focused on kissing her as no one had ever kissed her… Her taste was delicious. I felt her arms wrap around my neck and how her body glued to mine when I put my tongue between her lips to enjoy even more in that brief moment what I couldn't enjoy with the lion. That brought to my mind the taste of blood and I couldn't stop the fangs from appearing. Her tongue was also playing in my mouth at that precise moment and it caressed my fangs…
Two drops of blood were detached and then I knew that this was a completely indescribable pleasure. I pulled her to me, feeling her body curve against mine, and I wanted more... I caressed her body with a real desire to have her against me, hoping that all those clothes would not be an obstruction. I slipped my hands under the layers and I found her warm and silky skin. She sighed inside my mouth at the touch of my skin against hers... I left her lips only to caress her throat with my tongue. She moaned with pleasure even though I had only kissed her...
In the instant that my fangs were about to bite her throat I realized what I was about to do and I walked away from her. I walked to the door to put enough space between us. I couldn't afford such a mistake. I felt her frustration when she stopped feeling the weight of my body against hers, and her eyes exhaled fire when she located me.
"I told you that you would enjoy it." I smiled. "But I can't bite you or we will have too many problems, trust me."
"What was that?" she asked through clenched teeth.
"Well, most people call it kissing...but depending on the jargon you want to use there are many vulgar synonyms..."
"No, Draco, I mean why have you gone?" she asked with an exasperated sigh.
"In case you haven't noticed you've touched my teeth and part of your blood has fallen into my mouth... I was about to bite you..." I couldn't help but snap, and I liked the chill that ran down her spine. "You are delicious..." I murmured, leaning closer to her again.
"Delicious?" she asked with an incredulous snort.
"I think at least you can take it as a compliment if a vampire says you're delicious..." Something in her look made me approach her with caution. "It isn't just your blood, but all of you..." I didn't understand how she could be so downcast when a few moments ago she was shivering with pleasure at my kisses and caresses. "...Seriously, Hermione, you're a very beautiful and desirable girl, not only for your blood... I guess that seems strange coming from me, but..."
She looked at me and her eyes seemed ready to tear up.
"Don't cry, please..." No man can resist tears as these, the result of an anxiety you don't know and can't erase. I sat down beside her and hugged her tightly. "You were supposed to be having fun asking me hundreds of questions, you weren't supposed to be crying after I kissed you."
At that moment it seemed that the gates had opened as a river of tears started falling down her cheeks... I recognize it. I'm a damn softy who can't stand the tears of women, ever, and it hurts your pride in a situation like this.
I lifted her chin and gently kissed each of the tears that fell down her face. I continued the route to the edge of her face and I gently stroked her hair and turned to kiss every inch of her face from her forehead to her lips without forgetting her wet eyelids. Her lips now had a salty taste and she was even trembling, a bit.
"Please..." I gently caught her lower lip between mine, "...don't keep crying..." I took her mouth with extreme care and she started gradually opening it up to me. "Please..."
She wasn't crying anymore, her body stopped shaking, her tongue returned to play with mine, and I heard her sigh with pleasure instead of anxiety. I had to stop kissing her, but this time I didn't run away with the taste of blood or the temptation of it. I was just slowing the pace of my kisses until I only caressed her lips with mine "Thanks..."
"Do you think you're a god because you have silenced my tears with kisses?" she whispered with her eyes still closed.
"Not exactly...but you have ceased crying." I smiled.
"Phantom." She smiled and opened her eyes again to look at me.
"Would it be too bold to ask you what triggered that?" I asked calmly, just showing my curiosity and without stopping watching those amber eyes.
"Your lies," she answered. "Draco, please, you don't have to coax me by saying that I am delicious. I am me, Hermione Granger, bookworm and mudblood," she said, shrugging her shoulders. "I had my moment of glory, in fourth grade I went to a dance with a famous Quidditch player and I helped the famous Harry Potter end Voldemort, but I'm still me." She sighed again.
"Look, Hermione... I don't need to lie to you to take you to bed," I said with a half smile. "If you don't look yourself in the mirror and if your friends don't know what's in front of them, it's the fault of others. Victor Krum didn't come to the ball with just a bookworm, he arrived with a real beauty, and I can assure you it cost him a lot to be a good boy that night. Right now I'm passing all this fatal... Right now I'm having a bad time..."
She looked at me with a raised eyebrow.
"Yes, dear, I'm a vampire, one of the most selfish creatures in the world. We take what we want and we destroy whatever is in our way to get it. At this moment I want you, I want to feel your naked body against mine..." I closed my eyes as I described the scene, "I want to hear you gasp and sigh with pleasure, and of course I want to bite your neck at the moment that we both reach the climax in order to enjoy the orgasm in your blood that will fill my mouth..." I opened my eyes and looked at her. "I want all that and more...and not just because you're a bookworm or because you're the one who is here..." I say, moving closer to her.
"I desire you because you are Hermione Granger, not Harry Potter's friend or the girl who Victor Krum took to the dance. And with respect to the mudblood comment I suppose you understand that today I'm not stupid enough to believe in the moronic differences of the origins of the blood, and yours-like it or not-is delicious." I sighed because I knew she would soon run to the door. Her heart was beating at an incredible speed, like when she faced the werewolf.
"You say that you seriously don't need to lie to me...? Do you really think I'm...pretty?" she whispered quietly.
"Dear , pretty is an insult for you." I half smiled when I saw her cheeks flushing. "And I haven't seen anyone with such a capacity to blush like yours," I say, looking at her lips. "You really enjoy tempting me, don't you?" My fangs were again out of their sleeves, ready to bite her.
"You say that you made a deal, but...what would happen if I offer you my blood voluntarily?"
I looked at her with wide eyes, and inside me there was mixed feelings-honor, the duty, the pure lust, and gluttony.
"I really don't mind if you drink a bit of my blood, if you need it or if the circumstances make it inevitable." That blush became even more inviting, lewd and voluptuous.
"You don't know what you are offering me..." I whispered breathlessly.
"I think I know..." she said as she removed her sweater. "I want to do it." She began to unbutton her shirt, though I stopped her by putting a hand on hers. "You said you wanted it and...I think I want it too."
"And I don't think I could stop you if you continue taking off your clothes." I swallowed hard. "Hermione, you aren't only giving your blood, right?"
She nodded and gently pushed my hand away, though she wouldn't have succeeded if I had put in all my efforts, but I felt weak. "Hermione, please tell me you're completely secure and that tomorrow you're not going to get a stake..." I looked into her eyes, trying to find a single trace of doubt in them and I didn't find it.
"I know what I'm doing, Draco. I've never been so aware of something as I'm now. I've been thinking about this for a long time and I don't think that I can choose anyone better than you." She continued unbuttoning her blouse, her hands firm with no trace of clumsiness; she really didn't hesitate.
I stopped her again but this time I said nothing, I only kissed her again and I continued the task of unbuttoning the buttons with extreme care while I kept kissing her. I was revealing skin delightfully tanned by the sun, and I could still smell the sun rays that had tanned her. I kept kissing her gently as I opened her shirt and I appreciated the sight of her flat stomach. I went down with my kisses until I reached her neck. I paused a few seconds in the valley between her breasts to continue with my tongue down to her navel.
She arched her back because of the feelings that I had caused and I played briefly with the waist of her skirt before returning to her lips and kissing her hard, showing her that she would not have any more opportunity to turn back, that this was the last second that she could still run away... But she didn't take the opportunity and she began to undo the buttons of my shirt to mimic the same route I had trailed on her... The truth is that she was a good student.
Again I had her lips against mine while she tried to open my belt and at that moment I had already started to slide her skirt over her thighs, revealing much of her magnificent body that she hid behind so many clothes. I wanted to caress her, and her clumsy attempts to follow my movements were driving me crazy... I slowly dropped her on the sofa before ripping her pants from her.
"Impatient?" She asked, laughing at me as I laughed with her.
"Especially for this."
I knelt before her and I started kissing the tips of her toes. I started going up behind her knee and I kissed her thighs with exasperating slowness until I rise again from her groin to her belly. Her breathing was agitated and her heart was running very fast in her chest. Her eyes were closed, concentrating on every touch and kiss that I gave her. I kissed her neck again, anticipating the moment when it would be mine, and I kissed her lips that were now hungry for mine.
Her arms pulled me against her, wanting the unknown, wanting the calm and desiring the pleasure I was providing her, left to the torture I was subjecting her... Delicious.
I hugged her and forced her to sit to avoid breaking our kiss, I opened the hooks of her bra with a simple gesture and I amused myself on her perfect back, caressing that part of her body completely with my hands. I slipped my kisses down her neck again to remove the strip of her bra slowly and get rid of it without her noticing what I was doing until I covered one of her breasts with my hand, getting her to shudder in my arms again. She wanted my kisses back so I bent down to give them in that exact spot where her excitement was beginning to be very evident.
Her hands were no longer idle as they caressed my hair and my back, slipping down my belly and between my legs. She gave me shy kisses on my neck and that was the moment I shuddered at the touch of her inexperienced lips when they met the most vulnerable point of my body. I admit that I lost part of the control that I had forced myself to have as I laid her body against the couch and I ripped her tiny panties with my teeth, and I was surprised to see that her panties were made with lace. I stroked every corner that was within my reach with my tongue, wanting her, intoxicated with her perfume and delighted with her flavor.
I slipped to the floor and I pulled her to me, forcing her to leave the safety of the sofa. Her lips were back on mine and she didn't know what was going to happen, but I did. I caressed her waist and I placed my hands on her hips, pushing her to slide against me, and in that instant she realized what was going to happen. She looked scared and I realized that she wouldn't be able if I continued in that direction. With another kiss I helped her forget everything and I hugged her with my arms to gently lay her on the carpet, and that delicate movement was when I finally entered her. Her sigh of surprise was quieted in my mouth and soon so were her gasps of pleasure as I began the gentle rocking motion that would take both of us to a unique moment.
In any of my hunting conquests I had wasted so much energy, with any of them I hadn't felt the need to be so careful and with them I had been much less concerned about the emotions that I caused.
Her breathing, her heartbeat, the heat of her skin, her slim body against mine, the innocence of her movements and the looks full of passion that at times she gave me; all of that gave me a burning desire to savor her blood and, at the same time, invited me to be patient and wait until she trembled against my body before my fangs penetrated her skin and I felt her blood flooding my mouth with power. Her embrace became even stronger and her moans weren't being contained by anyone now. On her lips was a word that she whispered against my ear...
"Draco…"
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