AN:
English is not my native language, so it's very probable that I make mistakes in grammar, that's why this Beta readers are helping me with this chapter: Sapphire Leo, .Kitten, Twilight684
The fic is not mine, is a translation of "Entre las sombras" by madelinegiovani.
I hope you like it.
I gently took her hand and we returned to the castle. I had to insist that she eat since I didn't know whether she had taken care to eat at noon and although I hadn't taken too much blood from her the night before, her body would notice the difference and I didn't want her to become anemic because of me. Once in the lobby I made her stop to recommend she eat foods rich in iron and protein, but she had a much more enjoyable idea. She stood on tiptoe to surround my neck with her arms and kiss me again now that we were more relaxed.
"You are addictive," she whispered against my lips.
"I could tell you the same for several reasons," I smiled. "You have to go to dinner, I don't want you to get sick because of me."
"I think I'm very healthy, thank you." She turned around to approach the large doors with fake indignation.
"I know you are but, if you'll allow me to repeat it, you have to eat right to avoid having any anemia," I whispered in her ear before stroking her neck with my tongue.
"Get away from her!" Snape's voice roared behind me.
"Shit!" I exclaimed softly. I left Hermione and she turned around to see what was happening, her eyes narrowing slightly when she saw Severus appear. "Calm down and go to dinner... Nothing will happen."
"What the hell do you think you're doing, Malfoy?" Severus protested when he reached us.
"Leave him alone! He hasn't done anything that I didn't want him to do!" Hermione protested. Was too much to ask for her to stay silent?
I roll my eyes, waiting for the litany of nonsense that Severus was going to drop.
"Be a little more respectful, Miss Granger, you are talking to a teacher," he protested. "What I have to tell Mr. Malfoy isn't your concern."
"It becomes my business when the first thing you do is tell him to leave me," she remarked.
"You should thank me, but you don't know what I'm talking about so I'll apologize your behavior this time. Mr. Malfoy, follow me to my office..."
"I don't thank you for anything because I've nothing to thank you for, Professor Snape. You also have no reason to reproach my boyfriend."
Boyfriend?
"The school rules don't prevent students to profess displays of affection in the hallways or on the grounds, only those that may become shameless, and not for nothing, and a simple lick on the neck isn't immodest."
Well...some might think it is... But my mind is too busy processing the word "boyfriend".
"I've said that you're to accompany me to my office, Mr. Malfoy," Severus said through his teeth. "Then I'll revise some of the rules and make a few comments to the Director and the head of your house, Miss Granger."
Perfect, now it will be harder to meet Hermione alone.
"Leave it, Hermione," I said, calm and resigned. "Go to dinner. I'll meet you when I can." I kissed her hand still grasped to mine as a farewell before going after Severus through the corridor that would take us to his dungeon. He entered with suppressed rage and stood behind his desk, perhaps as a measure of intimidation, but now it takes more than a table to intimidate me. I leaned against the doorframe with my arms folded, waiting for the tirade.
"Boyfriend? What nonsense is that?" he asked, leaning with his fists.
Yeah, he was definitely trying to intimidate me, but without success.
"Well girls like to call the boys they are dating that. Apparently it's more decent than lover," I answered, looking bored.
"Are you crazy? Did you forget all the conditions that allow you to go back to school given your condition...?" Severus protested.
"I haven't forgotten and I haven't breached the conditions-I haven't fed from her." Technically it is true, it was only a slight bite at a time of passion and not necessarily with the intention of eating. "Last night I fed from one of the animals that Hagrid added to the forest. By the way, you have a serious infestation of werewolves... How do you prevent them of coming to the castle?"
"There are some special spells that prevent-dammit, Draco! Say it's not true that the damn Smarty has learned what you are."
"She has found out, and certainly it is not nice to talk to someone about her when she knows everything." I smiled. "She's not afraid of me. She knows that I can't hurt her because my promises bind me... One thing led to another and it is a nice change for my lonely nights."
"And when she stops being an entertainment for you, what you'll do with her?" he asked seriously.
"When this happens I'll think about it, but for now I'll just take care that nothing happens to her."
"You're crazy... I can't let you hurt her."
"Didn't you hear me? I don't want to hurt her. I want her to be fine and make sure that nothing happens to her... I assure you that, in this castle, there is nobody safer with me than her." Even at that moment I was watching her through the shadows of the dining room.
"Right now she is having dinner with a smile on her face that I've caused. Pansy is looking at the shirt that she is wearing because she knows for a fact that it's mine. Her friends are entering through the door right now and they look shocked. Ronald Weasley is in the infirmary so that Pomfrey can fix the collarbone he broke when he charged against me."
At that moment Severus looked at me with narrowed eyes.
"I can't help being harder than a rock, and he charged against my back. I didn't realize it until I felt something touch me and I heard the crack, sorry." I rolled my eyes. "Hermione is trying to keep eating without being affected by the presence of Potter and the other Weasley, but her smile is gone... She is concerned a little about what her friends would think now that they know that she spent the night with me."
"Really? You're paying attention to all that despite being here?" he asked, astonished. "Weasley broke a bone just because he hit you?"
"Yes, he didn't accept the fact that she was with me," I smiled, "and, yes, I can keep an eye on that and more while I listen to you."
Even now I was paying attention to the conversations that were taking place at the Gryffindor and Slytherin tables at the same time without losing any of what they were saying, and without losing what Snape was saying.
"That shirt is from Draco," Pansy said to Blaise.
"I know. I recognize the initials," he answered.
"How the hell did she get it?" she asked.
"I have no idea...but I hope to find out soon."
"How is that you are with him, Hermione?" Ginevra asked.
"Well, it's hard to explain..." Hermione looked at her plate.
"I think you could try at least, Herms," Potter requested.
"I met him last night. He has changed a lot. We talked a little about everything and...one thing led to another..." Hermione blushed, "Anyway, I'm great with him... We both have common interests and..." she is a terrible liar, "...I wouldn't know how to explain everything Harry. I can only tell you that I'm very happy being with him."
"If he really makes you happy it's fine with me, but I hope he doesn't hurt you, Hermione." Potter looked at her in a way that made it clear that he knew she was hiding something.
"Draco, I will have to speak with the director. Dumbledore deserves to know that you're spending time with one of his favorite students," Snape said.
"I agree. I'll not hide that I'm with Hermione-quite the contrary..." I smiled.
"I guess there will be no way to avoid it if you insist on being with her... What I don't understand is that before you hated her because her blood was dirty, and now you delight with her."
"I don't delight, Severus, and the thing of clean and dirty blood... I assure you that all the blood is the same." I made it clear with a half smile. "Now I must leave. I'd appreciate you to be discreet when it comes to us when you talk with Dumbledore and McGonagall."
I knew that Hermione was still toying with her dinner and that she was still a bit worried about me, but I couldn't stop thinking about what would happen when Dumbledore and McGonagall were aware of our relationship. It was clear that the director wasn't going to believe that we had a simple relationship of friendship, and Lucian would end up finding out for sure... It seemed that my life was complicated at moments and I had only been back at the castle for a week. But that didn't mean that I was going to stop seeing her. I still I have a few tricks in my sleeve, and if Luc doesn't order me directly not to see her then all goes well. I think I know my sire enough to guess that he will not stand in this affair.
I entered the dining room and I knew that many of the students were looking at me. It has been a long time since I had been there since I tried to stay away from the food as long as possible. I find it unpleasant and uncomfortable, I can't help looking at it with disdain, and I don't want to have to give too many explanations of why I don't eat anything. The scent of Pansy was still a torment as well, but I thought it would be preferable to the smell of food so I sat by her side.
"Blessed are the eyes, Draco!" she said as I sat in the space next to her on the bench.
"I thought you didn't eat anymore..." Crabbe joked.
"I suppose you're on a special diet, right?" Greg asked.
"Yes, guys. The truth is that I haven't come here to eat, just that I didn't want to be alone any longer." I smiled.
"Hey, Draco...can I ask you a question?" Pansy asked.
"You have already asked one, right?"
"Well, besides that one," she replied with a smile.
"Sure. Shoot." This would be fun.
"Why is Hermione Granger wearing your shirt?" she asked.
"Very easy. Because I gave it to her." I rested my elbows on the table and placed my head in the gap between my hands.
"Really?" Blaise jumped in front of her. "You slept with the Mudblood?"
"Do not...call...her...that" I stared at him.
"Okay sorry," he quickly apologized.
I cursed myself for losing my temper. I can't help that sometimes that part of who I'm comes out.
"From now on I never want to hear this nonsense of blood... You have to understand that all the blood is equal. Got it?" I said with my jaw clenched and I looked for Hermione's gaze across the great hall. She smiled shyly at me and whispered, "Relax", knowing that I would hear it despite the distance and the tumult.
"Well... all right." Pansy looked at me out of the corner of her eye. "Anyway, how can you and Granger be together precisely? I don't understand."
"It's pretty easy. We both have," I smiled, "common interests." Her blood, my body... Very common. "Actually we met and we started talking. One thing led to another and I'm not disappointed at all with what I've found about her."
"But she is just...Granger. She's a Gryffindor and you've spent years making fun of her... You threw everything aside just because of a conversation?" Blaise asked, a little more confident.
"Not exactly. Since Voldemort died the truth is that I have spent some time trying to make some things clear, and I have preferred to start from scratch. It's not so terrible, Blaise. She is very intelligent and also very attractive."
"Draco, please!" he laughed with Pansy. "Granger, attractive?"
"I assure you that she is. The thing is that you concentrate on the difference between houses, between blood, class, and money... It doesn't matter anymore. Like it or not, we are more alike than what they have made us believe."
"Yeah, right... You're saying that this bookworm is anything like Pansy?" Vincent began to laugh.
"No. I'm saying we're all more alike than you think. She and I, for example, are the ones who have the best grades. What happens is that she beats me in a lot of things and I never wanted to acknowledge that she had. Also, you only have to remember the famous dance... Even you were entranced with her." I smiled.
"Come on, Draco. What freaked us out the most was that she was with Krum."
"Well, think what you want. From now on she is," yes I would use the same label as her-I guess even a vampire can use it, "my girlfriend, and I don't want anybody to make fun of her. Is that clear?" I asked with my eyes fixed on her.
"Crystal," Crabbe and Goyle replied in unison.
"Your girlfriend?" Pansy couldn't believe it. "But...you've never had girlfriends, just lovers."
"I think it's a good time to change that... I'm tired of walking back and forth without direction, and it may be good for me to be with a good girl for a while." At least one year.
Once they had all finished dinner and I got up, as fast as my fake humanity allowed me, to approach the door.
She stood up slowly and quietly walked down the aisle. She looked at me and I didn't know what that look meant. Deep inside of me I wanted everyone in that room to know that from now on she was completely mine, but the way in which she she moved indicated that she didn't agree. I walked out the door and decided to wait in the lobby to find out her intentions.
"Are you coming with us, Herms?" Ginevra asked at the door, looking at me almost imperceptibly.
"No, I'm going to the library... I want to study a volume of Advanced Anatomy," she smiled, her cheeks flushed. "Don't wait up for me." She gave me a look of desire and she slid down one of the corridors.
I waited until everyone had gone so no one could follow my steps. My housemates looked at me, puzzled. I wasn't sleeping in the bedrooms of Slytherin, I wasn't eating with them, I had stopped playing Quidditch… Yes, I had definitely stopped being a Slytherin for them. They probably wouldn't mind that I decided to go out with Granger anyway since I was no longer part of their...clan.
I smiled at the thought as I followed Hermione. She hadn't arrived at the library-she was waiting for me just around the corner. I decided to play her a simple trick for the old days. I covered myself with the shadows around me. The hall was no longer defined by the stone, now the wall had the consistency of a black gelatin. I walked through it effortlessly and I stood just behind her in the position where I should be in the normal world. I slowly left the shadows and I saw her looking out of the corner of the corridor with her back to me. She was no longer hearing my footsteps against the stone and yet I wasn't in the hallway waiting for her. I supposed that the confusion would be marked on her face.
I did not give her time to react and I grabbed her gently by the waist to make her turn around. As soon as her face was in front of me I kissed her hard, pressing her body against the cold wall. Soon she curled her legs and arms around my body, and I let out a groan of pleasure at the feeling of her complete devotion to me.
"How did you do that?" she asked breathlessly as soon as I released her mouth to descend with my kisses.
"Advantages of being a vampire..." I licked her neck. "Can we go to your room at the Gryffindor Tower?" I whispered against her ear while I lightly bit her earlobe. "Please..."
"Okay..." she nodded. "But I don't know how we can do so that you can enter there without them wanting to kill you..." she smiled before she let out a moan. "Draco...stop... I need to think, and you won't let me..."
"Okay, we'll do everything we can in order to continue our lesson of Advanced Anatomy," I said with a grin while I posed her on the floor and I took a step back. "Better?"
"No..." She shivered against the wall. "My legs are shaking and I'm looking forward to you holding me in your arms, but I need to think." She took a deep breath and closed her eyes.
I enjoyed watching how much my presence affected her. I could hear her heartbeat racing, and gradually settling down-it was music to my ears.
"Fortunately I, as an Annual Award, I have the right to a bedroom all to myself. I haven't used it yet because I refused to move my stuff, but I think I'd better do it now." She waved her wand and I knew that she had to conjure all her stuff into her new room. "Let's go to the tower. I'll think of something when we get there."
"Are you sure?" I asked on the way. "There are more rooms in the castle that we can use. I just thought that you might like a bed..." I winced when I saw how she closed her eyes and breathed deeply again. "If that causes too many inconveniences for you we can go to my old bedroom in Slytherin...or we can just talk and study," I proposed.
"Draco, what I want the most is to reach that room and forget the studies for a few hours. The only thing that worries me is how to get you into the Gryffindor tower without being seen, not only because once you step inside it half of my colleagues will want to kill you, but also because if we don't manage to skip that part no one will doubt about what kind of relationship we have as soon as I get you into my bedroom and you don't come out until dawn." She looked at me with lust. "I want you all to myself for the few hours we have. We'll have time to go public on Monday, but for now I don't want to have to explain anything. I just want to enjoy your company."
"And my body," I added, smiling.
"That's a very nice bonus," she stifled a giggle.
"If I don't look like myself will you find it easier to enter the tower?" I asked, smiling. I didn't want to take a walk in the shadows to get into her bedroom and it would be funnier to go with her from the beginning.
"Quite easier, yes." She looked at me strangely. "Are you going to make a polyjuice potion or something?"
"I don't drink potions now, Hermione. My system can't assimilate them." I sighed, "But being a vampire gives me a few advantages..." I walked away a few steps from her and she looked at me in surprise.
During the summer I had spent much of the nights learning with Lucian all that my new status allowed me to do. This part was a little difficult but it would be fun to see the faces of all the Gryffindors when Hermione appears with me in that guise. I took off my clothes while she looked at me with greedy eyes and I noticed her raised eyebrow.
With a wave of my wand I sent the pile back to my refuge before giving my wand to Hermione. She looked stunned. A wizard does not give his wand up by any means, and even less without a word. I held back a laugh when I saw her surprised face before closing my eyes to concentrate.
I guess that it must have been something extremely surprising even to her. I went from being a marble statue to becoming a white wolf within a few seconds. I looked at her with my wolfish eyes and I sat on my haunches, waiting for her to react. If my muzzle allowed me, I would be laughing.
She shook her head several times before continuing the way to the Gryffindor tower. I went with her quietly until we reach the picture of the Fat Lady. We entered the common room and I was surprised to see so many people. In Slytherin there was never more than four people simultaneously in the room-almost everything went on in the privacy of the bedrooms. It was then I understood why she was so concerned that they see me. It would be difficult for Draco Malfoy to pass that room without complications.
"Hermione!" Ginevra called to her. "What are you doing with that wolf?"
"It is a practice for transformations," she quickly explained.
At least she was improving at lying.
"I have to try to tame him for as long as possible."
I looked at her while I lay beside her, indicating that I didn't intend to attack anyone.
"Can I touch it?" Geneva asked, approaching me with enthusiasm.
I raised my head, not knowing what to expect.
"You are incredible in transformations!" She caressed my head and scratched behind my ears. It was funny. "I'll never be able to obtain something so...perfect. He looks like a real wolf... Come here Harry!" she called to Potter. "Look how perfect he is."
"I don't think it's recommended that you approach him so much, Ginny." He looked at me from a distance. "The work is to keep him tame, but I don't think he reaches the point of a lamb." He looked at Hermione, "I don't recall McGonagall saying anything about this in class..."
"It's an extra work to add to the ratings," she explained quickly before faking a yawn. "I'm going to bed. I'm exhausted..."
I got up and started to follow her.
"I don't think it's a good idea for you to go to sleep with that thing... What if he stops being meek?" Potter asked.
"Harry, don't worry, I have everything under control," she smiled in amusement. "I am completely safe with him in my room, believe me." She winked at him while containing laughter.
We climbed the stairs until we reached the upper floor of the tower where there was a single door. Hermione opened it with a wave of her wand and she let me enter. I recovered my human form as soon as the door closed and she looked surprised again. The room wasn't very large. It was occupying what would be the end of the tower and the roof was sloped, which was a was a great inconvenience in some areas for someone of my height, especially if I break the stone with my head instead of it leaving a bump on my head.
"You're an Animagus?" she asked immediately.
"No, but I can transform myself into a wolf or a raven." I shrugged my shoulders. "Don't ask me how-I can't explain it..." I smiled. "Did you like my idea?"
"Very funny, and far more discreet than what I had thought," she said, approaching me.
"What had you thought?" I asked, taking her hand to shorten the distance between us.
"To ask Harry for his invisibility cloak." She caressed my abdomen. "Although it meant that he would know that you were in the tower with me..."
"In your room," I said, kissing her. "That would kill him with concern."
"I would die of shame if they knew that you are here," she said, touching my back with her delicate hands. "If they knew what we are doing..."
"We're just studying Advanced Anatomy," I said, taking her in my arms carefully. "Ready for the second lesson?" I asked, taking her to the bed.
I relished the sight of her body while I was undressing her, caressing and kissing it slowly, pausing at the points that tore gasps from her. She struggled to bring me closer to her, but I didn't let her do that. I wanted to caress her and memorize every inch of her skin, to enjoy it until the last groan came out of her; when her body was trembling with the desire to have me against her, when she was greedily looking for my lips and urged me to drown in her...
At that moment someone knocked at the door. I looked at her with a sly smile as I pulled myself away from her and moved to the door, waiting for her reaction.
"Who is it?" She asked hoarsely, looking at me with eyes burning with desire before sending a glare at the door.
"It's Harry. Can I come in?"
She rolled her eyes a second and looked at me pitifully, biting her lip; the flush of her cheeks had nothing to do with shame and, yes, with the excitement that she had.
"Can't it wait until tomorrow?" she asked with a whimper.
"No, Hermione... We have to talk," he said with a serious tone. Something told me that he wanted to discuss why she was dating me. I smiled at the fun of the situation.
"Ok, wait a moment." She looked at me again, biting her lip. Clearly she was mentally cursing her friend by depriving her of my body. "Can you do it again?" she whispered.
I knew that she wanted me to become a wolf. "No, I think I'll stay as I am." I smiled mischievously when I saw the look of terror that she gave me. "It will be funny."
"For you," she cursed under her breath while she was looking for a robe and gave me the sheet. "At least cover your body a bit..." She opened the door, holding back to avoid hitting me in the face with it-I guess she remembered that the door would shatter instead of hurting me "Come on in, Harry," she said curtly. "I hope it's really important because I assure you I'm not in the mood for nonsense."
"Sorry, I know you said you were going to sleep." He entered the room without seeing me because I was yet behind the door, however he could see that the bed was unmade in a strange way for someone who was supposed to be sleeping "...I suppose that to you were having a little trouble finding sleep." He turned at the same time Hermione closed the door and I was left in sight behind her, only half covered with the sheet.
"No, Harry... I wasn't about to sleep," Hermione murmured with her back stiff, resisting looking at me.
"What's he doing here? How did you get him in your room?" he asked, dumbfounded.
"Good night, Potter," I greeted.
"Do you remember the white wolf?" Hermione asked. "Here it is." She pointed at me. "I don't think it's necessary that I explain exactly what he is doing here." I knew that she was staring at him. "What is it that's so important you have to tell me?" she sighed, sitting on a couch.
"I came to ask you if you were completely sure about what you are doing when you decided to go out with him… Also to tell you that I don't think like Ron and that Ginny agrees with me..." he said while watching me.
"Don't worry about me, Potter." I smiled as I approached the bed. "You can speak freely." I lay down on my left side to see Hermione's expression, which was fraught with anxiety towards me and reproach towards Potter. "Speak as if I wasn't here."
"Harry, I don't expect you to understand but I assure you that I know what I'm doing," Hermione said to him. "It hurts me to know that Ronald thinks that I have betrayed you just by being with Draco, but somehow I had expected that..." She sighed, "Thanks for not hating me like him."
"He doesn't hate you, what happened is that he is hurt..." Potter sighed, "The truth is that he was thinking of asking you to go out with him." He looked at me as he sat in a chair next to Hermione.
"I don't love him that way and you know it," she said, playing with the cord of her robe.
"Yes...well... but... Malfoy?" he asked, pointing at me. "Is this what you want? Hiding in the room to have sex with him and nothing else?"
"Harry, you're misinterpreting this. There are many other things that attract me to Draco in addition to his body." She sighed, looking at me hungrily, "Although at this precise moment I'm not able to think of anything else because of him." She closed her eyes, trying to concentrate. "You have the gift of opportunity, Harry. We could have had this conversation at any other moment..."
"It seems a very appropriate moment considering that you've secretly gotten him into the tower and into your room. That's not like you. You must have broken about twenty rules only to spend the night with him," he protested.
"And I would break all of them just to be with him, Harry? At least he makes me feel wanted for more than my brain."
"Don't start with that again, we don't believe that you're just a brain, Herms." Potter rolled his eyes. "A lot of boys look at you without you noticing it... You could go out with one of them instead of with him."
"Well, no one has dared to tell me anything and I'll not leave Draco just because you think it's the best choice."
"Why are you with him?" he asked again
"I already told you..."
"No... What happened last night that made you accept to be with him?" he rephrased the question.
"He saved my life in many ways, Harry..." She now looked at me in a different way-gratefully, lovingly, warmly...
"Is that why you threw yourself into his arms? I saved your life many times and I don't remember you acting like that."
"Because I see you as a friend, even as a brother. I wouldn't be able to give you something more than a kiss on the cheek and you know it. He not only saved me from dying in a horrible way last night, we also talked a bit about ourselves..." She kept looking at me as if she were asking my permission to speak. "It's true when I say that we have much more in common than it seems... We have been through things that have separated us from others and we aren't comfortable trying to behave as if we were part of the crowd-even you understand that. You don't like when they remember that you're the one that killed Voldemort or that you're the only one who has survived an Avada..." She sighed, "Just accept that I'm with him. How hard is that?" she asked, looking at him hopefully.
"No...it's not very difficult, but I don't think that the rest of the school will accept it as well as Ginny and I-they may be more of the opinion of Ron... Have you thought about that?" he asked, looking to me.
"Nothing will happen to her while she is with me, Potter..." I assured him. "I don't think that anyone would even dare to make a cutting remark in my presence, nor in my absence." I smiled mischievously.
"I guess not..." He looked at me as if he were studying me. "You have changed. You seem more…dangerous, you know?"
"Yes, but I'm not dangerous to Hermione. She is the most secure person in the castle right now." I winked at her. "Now if you'll be so kind as to leave us, I think Hermione is willing to continue with what you interrupted. Advanced Anatomy, right honey?"
I laughed at how Potter blushed at the mention of him interrupting us in the middle of a sex session, but he didn't seem at all eager to leave. A part of him seemed to think that Hermione wasn't completely safe alone with me. I took advantage of the fact that he was staring at me.
At that moment and I decided that from then on Potter would like me more. I suppose that Hermione realized how the environment changed between her friend and I as my smile was becoming much more charming at times. It wasn't a full-blown attack, I was only slightly enhancing that trace of doubt that Hermione had planted in him with their conversation. My efforts were rewarded with a smile from her friend...
I got up and walked toward him with an outstretched arm. "Harry...you don't seriously believe that I will hurt Hermione, right?"
He shook my hand. "No, of course... I understand that if you saved her life yesterday..." he stammered.
"Exactly." My smile widened, making it a gesture completely dedicated to him "And I suppose that you don't mind leaving us alone, right?" I dropped in the phrase the sensation that he would make me very unhappy if he fails to do so.
"Sure, sure..." his hand was still holding mine. "Forgive me for my intrusion." He looked at our hands and turned to look at me; he seemed disappointed at having to let my hand go.
"And you'll not tell anyone that I'm here, right?" I asked while letting him know that it would be a betrayal to me if he did it.
"No, of course not," he corroborated with a bright smile. "You can be calm, Draco... My lips are sealed."
"Thank you, Harry." I dropped his hand and noticed how he refused to leave but finally obeyed and left us alone again. "Well, my dear... Where were we?" I looked at Hermione with absolute lust. "Although perhaps we should start from the beginning...don't you think?"
"No... First you will explain to me what the hell you did to Harry," she said, crossing her arms.
"Of course..." I shrugged but I caught her in my arms and carried her to the bed before she could protest. "You will be more comfortable over here," I said, smiling. "I've just changed his perception of me, that's all," I said, kissing her so she could not answer me. "Now I think it's time to continue with the anatomy lesson..." I smiled, "Tomorrow we talk about whatever you want..." I forced her to give me the order to start kissing her from the neck to the perfect curve of her butt as a goal. "... Now you have to start discovering some new muscles..."
"Draco..." she gasped, "what have you done to Harry?" She tried to turn around to face me.
"Hermione..." I said, kissing her. "It is preferable that you take Potter out of your mind..." I caressed her spine with a finger, causing her to shiver. "...I assure you that I haven't hurt him and that it's not irreparable."
"Stop... Please..." she gasped while my hands caressed her waist. "I want to talk..."
"You can't wait until it is daytime?" I asked, smiling.
"No, because then you are going to be imitating the statues."
I sighed, a little frustrated she was unable to let it go.
"Okay, you're the boss." I shrugged my shoulders and made her look at me "It's you who wanted to study anatomy at first." I sat in the chair she had occupied before. "I have no problem in spending the whole night talking.
"Really?" she asked, looking for me.
It seems that I didn't realize and I moved too fast.
"But it doesn't have to be the whole night..."
"I understand-you have to sleep," I smiled mischievously, watching how she sulked a bit. She still has no clear priorities.
"You aren't getting angry because I want to know what you did to my friend more than enjoying my time with you?" she asked, raising an eyebrow as she approached me.
"Not at all." I took her by the waist to draw her closer to me. "I'm far from angry. I find it fun to see your confusion."
"But...before you seemed so eager...and now you're so quiet."
I sat her in my lap. "Hermione, don't worry about me... Seriously, I'm fine." I held her, smiling. "Now, your big concern is what I did to Harry... I have simply enhanced what makes me attractive to everyone... I focused on seducing him and nothing more, although something tells me that your friends may disagree with that," I laughed a little.
"Can you undo it?" she asked, looking slightly annoyed.
"I can try..." I sighed. "But I warn you that if I leave him as he is at least he will not give us problems for us to be together."
"I don't care. I want him to be Harry, not something that suits you," she replied sulkily.
"Okay, I'll do it," I agreed reluctantly.
"Why do you listen to me?" she asked.
"Why shouldn't I listen to you?" I smiled.
"I am only a sulky human..." she replied with a sigh, leaning back against my chest.
"I thought you were my girlfriend," I smiled, feeling how she reacted to that statement. "I'm supposed to fulfill your whims, even those with which I disagree."
She raised her head and looked at me.
"Yes, Hermione, after Monday you'll be my girlfriend to all of Hogwarts, so get ready for that." I took her chin in my hand in a loving gesture before kissing her. "Maybe some girls are going to be disappointed because now I'm with you...and women can be very cruel."
"You really want to let everyone know? It's not going to bring problems to you?" She was worried.
"I'm completely sure that I can withstand any reprimand that they want to throw at me and I just need you to stay firm in your refusal when they ask you if I've bitten you... Can you do that for me?" I was stroking her neck at the point where I had just bitten her the night before.
She nodded, her eyes half closed. "You haven't bitten anyone but me since you arrived?" Now she was curious.
"I haven't bitten anyone. I told you that I don't need to feed very often. I could survive for months without drinking a drop of blood, but it is too much of a pleasure to deprive myself of it."
"Is that why you're not angry that I'd rather talk to you that we continue with what we had started?" She was playing with my hair.
"No, enjoying with you is different... Now my perception of time has changed a lot. I know that I've all eternity to enjoy what I want." I smiled, looking into her eyes, "I'm more patient than I was before because I'm very sure that I will end up getting what I want... Like having you in that bed sighing for me..." I caressed her bare back. "It will not cost me much of that time..." I received her kisses.
"That is also what makes you even more you attractive to me..." She settled on me. "It seems that you only give the impression of danger to the others," she hugged my neck, "but for me you distill tranquility and patience, you give me a wonderful feeling of security...and you also look like a more mature person-you don't look seventeen."
"Thanks. I've worked during the whole summer in order to control myself, so I guess that's what you perceive... The learning process, plus the fact that I'm a vampire now, has changed me."
I went back to lock my lips with hers while I descended with my hands down her back to grab her hips and bring her even closer to my body; that would show her that the conversation had ended.
A groan of acceptance confirmed that she totally agreed, but I didn't feel the need to take her to the bed yet, although I could do it without her even noticing it until I lie her down on it... I wished it was her who would carry the initiative as much as possible on this occasion.
I was pleasantly surprised when she moved slightly and I discovered how much she wanted to have me inside her again. This was infinitely more pleasant than talking about my new skills or of the need for blood in my system. That single thought made my fangs slightly appear, something that she took advantage of by quickly touching them with her tongue and making a tiny wound that immediately ignited in me the desire to have her fully to myself again…
She rose up carefully only to slowly drop again to wrap me with a delicacy that is almost a torture for my sharp senses. Her warm and silky body surrounded me completely, her smell and blood activated my appetite for her in every sense of the word, and her wistful and naughty gaze urged me to decide what I preferred... As I had said, vampires are selfish and avaricious... We want everything and we have no hesitation in getting what we crave.
I slowly moved under her as I caught one of her breasts in my mouth. I bit the tender skin and the liquid filled my mouth... Her moans filled the room while she trembled against me because of the intense pleasure she was feeling... I licked the wounds with my tongue, closing them-I had only taken a few drops of her blood...
I got up without breaking our union and I carried her to the bed. I couldn't wait to let her discover the different places where her blood could get to flowing, giving her so much pleasure in the process that the next day she would be unable to wipe the smile off of her face.
AN:
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This is the original author's note:
Finally you see something more of what the new powers allow Draco. He can walk among the shadows, dazzle or scare people with a look or the tone of his voice, and he can also become a wolf or a raven...
Jennyhale