AN:
English is not my native language, so it's highly probable that I make mistakes in grammar, and that's why these Beta readers are helping me with this chapter: Sapphire Leo, Twilight684, .Kitten
The fic is not mine, it is a translation of "Entre las sombras" by madelinegiovani.
I hope you like it.
It was about to be dawn and Hermione had not been able to sleep all night because I had kept her in a constant state of excitement, but now I must return to my refuge before the shadows don't let me leave from the tower without being seen. I felt how she trembled under my body one last time and she offered her neck to me again. I wanted to resist because I didn't want to leave her too weak but the pulsating artery called me and her arms pulled me back to her...
"I have to go, Hermione..." I said as I got out of bed.
"Why don't you stay here?" she asked, still breathing hard.
I smiled, seeing her smile of satisfaction. "I can't. I'm too dangerous when I'm resting. I don't want to hurt you." I took my wand and I created a pair of pants to cover myself and to stop being a temptation for her. "I need to rest because, when the sun rises, my body cries out for rest." I approached her and kissed her lips again "I'll be all yours as soon as the sun sets."
"We can't repeat what we did during the week-I need to sleep," she laughed as she stood up and looked for something to wear. "I guess it wouldn't hurt to accompany you to the exit."
"You don't need to accompany me. I can leave without being seen in a much more comfortable manner and you've to get some sleep," I laughed while I returned her to the bed. "You need to rest more than me."
Her arms were anchored around my neck to keep me with her.
"Hermione, if the sun rises and I'm still here I will still have to leave, but I will not be able to do it discreetly." I kissed her when I saw that she was making a face. "I can't use most of my abilities during the day..." I looked at her with amusement. "There will not be shadows to hide me, nor will you be able to walk with a white wolf... You would go with me, Draco Malfoy, down the stairs and though the Gryffindor room, and maybe some early riser you would see me with you and he or she would go to everyone else with the story... You would have to endure a full interrogation without me around to support you..."
"It's not that... It's just that...I wish I could sleep with you," she said in a whisper.
"If you want I can make you fall asleep instantly, that way you wouldn't know that I'm-"
"It's not the same. I know that you will not be beside me when I wake up," she protested with a sigh of resignation. "Go to your shelter!" she agreed in the end.
I understand her frustration-I also wish I could stay with her and hold her while she sleeps, but I can't afford to let my guard down even for a second with her... If the lethargy takes hold of me while having her so close, the consequences would be terrible. I could kill her without even realizing it, and I don't want that.
I made my way into the closet with a smile and because it was the darkest area of the room, the shadows immediately surrounded me and I entered into the Abyss... There was no longer time or space, not even the imminent arrival of the sun could affect me because it was frozen there in the same spot as before and it wouldn't move until I come back to reality.
I descended through the shadows; the Demons of the Abyss swirled around me, horrendous and hungry as ever, waiting for me to commit an error so the could jump on me. Some of them knew me from the first time I had entered with Lucian in the Abyss but that didn't mean that they would spare my life if I lost control of the shadows for a single second.
I ignored them and began walking quietly to the point where I wanted to come out of the darkness around me. I had decided to work on the project of the Chamber of Secrets until my body couldn't take it anymore.
I stood in the middle of the crypt and I looked around; it wasn't exactly a very welcoming place. The first thing I did was remove all the traces of the Basilisk, and clean all of the mold and the moss that had built up everywhere because of the humidity. I looked at the snake statues that flanked the hallway, and with a wave of wand they became beautiful statues of nymphs-much more pleasant to behold.
I was thinking about everything I wanted to change in that place when I put my wand in my pocket and the changes began to occur equally. It was then I realized that I was no longer dependent on my wand to control my magic. A smile lit my face as the whole chamber was changing in time with my thoughts.
The ponds were completely clean and surrounded by flowering pots, the walls were decorated with ancient Greece statues that held torches to illuminate the chamber better. One of the walls near the bust was covered with shelves full of books and in front of it some nice sofas appeared in order to read comfortably. The bust of Salazar disappeared, and behind it I found an even bigger chamber that I decided to convert into a bedroom and soon a large bed of velvet curtains appeared in the middle of a thick carpet.
I continued with the refurbishment until my body felt that the sun was approaching its zenith. Though I could stay awake without any problem when I was underground, my still young body needed rest. I lay in the bed and my last conscious thought was for Hermione. I wanted to know what she would do in the time I was in lethargy. I hadn't ceased to concentrate on her and in the shadows around her to see what she had been doing. She had slept until midmorning and she left the shower in the same moment I went to bed. She hoped her friends would not disturb her in my absence.
It seemed very curious the way she was taking what we started. At times I didn't recognize the Hermione that made pouts, but in my opinion she looked lovely in those moments. She really was trying to be as normal as she could be with her incredible intellect and the fact that her boyfriend was a vampire, a Slytherin, and her former enemy. But she managed to bring out the little bit of the human that was left in me. She didn't care about all the rivalries between houses anymore and it was clear that she no longer considered me her enemy, and she wasn't afraid of me although I had drank her blood on several occasions. In this regard I must restrain myself in the future; no matter how delicious her blood was I couldn't be drinking it constantly or I would cause her anemia.
I thought of the possible reactions of the rest of the students when we appear on Monday openly, without hiding... I figured that a few would react in a similar way Weasley and Severus had-it was too early for them to accept that those who were Death Eaters had changed, although none has changed as radically as me of course. Anyway, it was clear that we wouldn't get many pats on the back.
I was worried about how Hermione could cope with that situation because she was a role model for all the students, even if it disturbed her. She would find rejection also among teachers; Severus certainly would put pressure on her during his classes, and maybe McGonagall would treat her with more coldness than usual. I also thought about what Dumbledore would say about it, especially since I was pushing the limits he had imposed on me in order for me to be in the castle.
The evening came and I was able to move freely again. I got up and took a bath in the pond, which now had clean and lightly scented water. While I dressed in a black shirt and trousers, I looked for Hermione by the shadows of the castle. I smiled when I saw her sitting in the library surrounded by books and scrolls...alone.
I went back into the Abyss, the Demons didn't say anything, and they just grunted a bit this time. I left the shadows right behind her since there was nobody around us. I could barely detect a slow heart beating a few feet away, and the smell of naphthalene told me it was Mrs. Pince, so nobody saw how I descended on her neck and kissed her gently. The hair of her neck bristled and she gave a slight purr because of the gentle touch of my lips. She stood up to face me so that she could kiss me too.
The taste of her lips made me forget the place where we were. Her hot body stuck to mine ignited my desire for her and for her blood, and my fangs immediately peeked again and she quickly took advantage of that by stroking them and making a wound on her tongue... The smell and taste of her blood invaded me completely. I was aware that the librarian could surprise us, but that detail only increased my excitement.
Slowly my hands caressed her legs that were curled around my waist. Her bare thighs under her skirt shivered at the touch of my icy hands, but instead of panicking or even caring about that detail, her hands grew adventurous under my shirt. I carefully pushed aside the books that were on the table so that the noise wouldn't alert Mrs. Pince, I leaned Hermione's body against the table, still kissing her.
The two of us wanted to unite ourselves again after so much time apart. Her appetite for my body was equivalent to the desire I felt for her blood... Neither of us were able to remember the promises we had made during the day-we weren't able to restrain ourselves. With one tug I removed the little fabric that stood between us and I penetrated her slowly, smothering the moans that she was unable to contain with my mouth.
She was totally mine. She was lost in pleasure, eyes narrowed and staring into mine, her blouse open to me, and the skirt curled around her waist... The forgotten books around her and her hair spread over them was a totally erotic image that urged and provoked me to bite her. I don't think anyone could ever imagine Hermione in that way, not even Weasley in his wettest dreams could conjure something as sensual as her.
The smell of books and old wood mingled with her scent, becoming a totally intoxicating perfume to my senses. I wasn't able to think about something else that wasn't her... I didn't care about anything more than giving her all the pleasure I could in the length of time that we had.
Soon her caresses became more urgent, her arms and legs were anchored to me, and she looked for my lips so that I kept her screams quiet...
I picked her up from the table and I leaned her against a shelf. Some of the books sank behind her, but we didn't care... Some books fell to the ground with a thud, and we knew that that would attract the librarian but we were too focused on the summit of our pleasure to realize that tiny detail. The approaching footsteps coincided with the last breath of Hermione against my lips. I had managed to contain myself and I hadn't bitten her on that occasion.
I quickly recomposed her appearance but the remains of her thong went to one of my pockets. She sat still with blurred eyes and a smile on her face, her cheeks burning with shame, warmth, passion, and nerves... I sat in front of her, amused after collecting the books that had been dropped.
The librarian came just seconds later and looked at us. She knew that we had done something that wasn't appropriate in that place, but she didn't know what and she didn't have any type of evidence that indicated anything. She went away muttering under her breath after telling us that we would soon have to go away from there. I looked at Hermione over the book that I had opened to give more credence to the farce. Her eyes were shining, her cheeks were a wonderful invitation and her lips were swollen from my kisses. If it wasn't because I wanted to talk calmly with her and wouldn't be possible to evade Mrs. Pince again, I would take her right there a second time.
I refrained myself and simply made a gesture to her for us to go. I picked up her things and was about to go out with her bag on my shoulder when she reminded me that it still wasn't Monday. She looked at me wistfully. She really did not want us to appear together until Monday, and in a way I understand her. Although later we will have more freedom, everyone will be looking very closely at everything we do.
I smiled and gave her the bag as I began to undress again. This time she kept my clothes along with her books and she was delighted with my naked body while she licked her lips... I smiled because in her was gradually awakening a Hermione who left aside her inhibitions, a Hermione that I loved.
I became a wolf and I jogged beside of her, occasionally stroking her legs with my nose. I could perfectly smell the result of our meeting in her skin and I had to concentrate not to be a perverted wolf and therefore draw even more attention to us.
We walked through the halls and I assumed we were going to the room in which our relationship had started. The students that saw us looked strangely at me but no one said anything until we encountered Blaise and Pansy.
"Good night, Granger," Blaise greeted with a smile.
Hermione was surprised and I brushed myself against her legs to give her security.
"Good night, Zabini... Parkinson," she returned the greeting politely.
"Have you seen Draco?" Pansy asked with a malicious grimace.
"No, I haven't seen him yet," Hermione replied undaunted, however I slightly began to growl-I didn't like the tone with which she was speaking to Hermione.
"A curious pet," Blaise said when he saw me. "He gets along with your cat? Or has he eaten your pet?"
"They are great, thanks for asking..." She sighed, "Do you want something else or can I stop seeing your faces?" She tried to attack.
"You don't say the same thing to Draco, right?" Blaise took a step toward her and then I was in the middle, showing my teeth and growling without dissimulation. "Move over, mutt."
"Zabini, you should pay attention in class," Hermione said with an amused tone. "It's a wolf, not a dog, and what I tell to Malfoy is not your concern."
"But soon it will be, Granger," he laughed. "Draco's conquests don't last more than a week, and then you'll come running to me as all the others have."
"I doubt it... You are even a thousandth of a part of what he is... There is nothing that could interest me in someone so... How can I say it?" She looked at him sarcastically. "Inferior? Haven't you ever read the Prophet?" She laughed, "I only go out with adult and strong men, such as Krum, Potter, and Malfoy... What would I do with someone like you?" She patted my back in a loving and reassuring gesture. "Come on, honey... It isn't worth the bother..."
She kept walking through the halls and actually ended up going back to the Gryffindor tower. If she had somewhere else in mind to go it was clear that the meeting with my friends had affected her enough for her to opt to go to a place where she felt safe. When we crossed the common room I noticed that Weasley was sitting on a couch and looked longingly at her for a few seconds before clenching his jaw and turning his attention to the chess board between him and Potter.
"Wait, Hermione!" Potter called.
"What is it, Harry?" She turned and when she saw the smile directed at me on the face of her friend, she also looked at me. I lay down with my ears laid back; I hadn't had time to remove what I had done the night before.
"Are you going to sleep now?" he asked as he bent down to pat my head. "Aren't you going to go to dinner?" He scratched me behind the ears; the appearance of a wolf is quite uncomfortable when you're supposed to be tame. "You haven't gone to eat yet. You should at least go to dinner."
That alarmed me. I sat up and stared at her.
She sighed wearily. "Harry, I only have to go to put some things in order and I want to change. Go with Ron. He is waiting for you to continue playing," she urged.
"I'm just delaying my complete and utter defeat, as always, anyway," he shrugged. "Are you going to see him today?"he asked eagerly. "Do you think I can see him too? I wanted to tell him about some Quidditch..."
I definitely have to erase any trace of my presence on him; it almost seems that I've dazzled him too well.
"When I go to see him I will inform you... He is also eager to talk to you about some things..."
"Perfect!" He rose and kissed her cheek before returning to the chessboard.
Hermione looked at me significantly. I think it's suffice to say that once we're in her bedroom we will only get to talk and talk... As we climbed the stairs I could hear the discussion between Potter and Weasley.
"Since when do you like Malfoy?" Weasley protested.
"He isn't so bad, Ron... You just have to get to know him better," Potter said enthusiastically.
"Yeah, right..." the redhead replied sarcastically. "He's utterly charming. For six years he has been dedicated to making our lives miserable and now he is super nice. Don't tease me, Harry!"
"What happened is that you haven't spoken to him as I have. If you did, you would understand that he is much nicer," Potter continued.
"Don't tease me, Harry! And when did you speak with him? If I may ask, of course..."
Oh… Oh!
"Last night, but I can't tell you… It's a secret that he has asked me to keep."
"What secret?" Weasley asked quietly.
I don't like the turn that conversation is taking.
"It is a secret and it is assumed that I can't tell anyone."
I let out a low yelp, this would be a problem.
"Harry, we're friends... Since when do we keep secrets from each other? Surely he doesn't care if you tell me…" Weasley had to find out right now that he has a brain.
"The white wolf that came with Hermione," Harry said in a whisper that I would not be able to hear if it weren't for my sharp senses, "it's actually Malfoy... Yesterday he spent the night in her room."
Loudmouth!
"He spent the night... Then... For Merlin's sake!"
Oh great… Weasley just realized that Hermione and I have not only kissed, but that our relationship is much more...complete.
"She had...? Lets him..?."
He at least still has the same way with words as before.
Once we were in Hermione's room I didn't want to continue listening to Weasley's babbling nonsense. As I returned to my human form and dressed again, Hermione sat on the sofa and looked obviously upset. I sat on the bed and sighed while I uneasily stroked my hair. I sighed again and looked up to meet her eyes.
"I'll talk with Blaise, and don't worry, I'll remove my presence from Harry... In the end it has only served to cause us problems."
She looked at me in confusion.
"Weasley will probably come up to your bedroom as soon as possible to ask about the fact that I have spent the night here."
"Great!" she complained while resting her back against the couch in frustration. "Is it true what Zabini said?"
"Yes, it is true. When they finished with me they went after him, but now the situation is very different... I will not let him touch a single on your hair." I looked at her intensely.
"Are you sure that you will not get tired of me in a week, Draco?" she asked wistfully.
"Completely. Today I know for sure that you aren't just one more. You're not feeling intimidated because I'm a vampire, half of my powers don't affect you and I assure you that this is a peace that I can't get with anyone else."
"We have to study..." she said with a smile. "We have done nothing but focus on your magnificent body, and we haven't had time to cultivate that marvelous mind of yours." She winked at me.
"I don't care... You were beautiful earlier in the library..." I got up and knelt down beside her to be at the level of her lips "Who would have thought that Miss Granger was able to let her hair down in a such...a wild way?" I kissed her. "Weasley is coming here..."
"Let him wait a few minutes..." She kissed me back. "No, better yet..." on her lips appeared an evil smirk, "I have an idea to finish him." (NA: I didn't know how to translate this expression and that is why I wrote the literal translation. The word in the Spanish version is "REMATARLO")
"Don't be cruel, baby... Do I have to remind you that he is your friend?" I said, rolling my eyes; but I wasn't able to prevent her from getting up and taking me to bed again, taking off my shirt on the way. "Is it possible that I can stay dressed in this room for more than one minute?"
"Fussy..." She sat astride me and descended to kiss me again. "Then you can bite me a little bit." She caressed my teeth with her tongue and she got what she desired as my fangs appeared again.
Weasley's reaction is perfectly understandable. Your best friend begins to sing praises to your greatest enemy and he tells you that the girl you thought would be your girlfriend is in her room with him. Obviously you climb to her bedroom, it's not that you don't believe your friend it's just that you don't believe anything you haven't seen with your own eyes. You want to find her seated and reading as usual, her bedroom without men and full of stuffed animals-that's what you want to find... But unfortunately what you find is your friend, the same girl you thought was the love of your life, on the bed and on top of your greatest enemy, who is half naked and thrusting his tongue into her mouth while he touches her like you never dreamed you could get to touch a woman...much less her.
"Hermione!" Weasley exclaimed, almost drowned by the panic.
"Ron!" she protested. "Do you not know how to knock on the door?" She got up to close the door. "What are you doing here anyway?" She glared at him. "I thought you no longer spoke to me because I was a dirty traitor to you."
"But...but..." he looked at us, alternating between her and me.
I understand him perfectly-the poor boy is in shock.
"Him?"
"Yes... Do you have a problem because he is here with me?" she asked, crossing her arms over her chest.
I leaned on the bed, watching the show... Would they come every night to reproach her? Too bad that I can't eat popcorn...
"But... Are you...? Are you serious?!" The poor boy obviously couldn't believe it even seeing it firsthand.
I sighed. "Weasley, if you don't mind, could you talk with my girlfriend and leave as soon as possible? In case you didn't realize it, we were in the middle of something..."
"Shut up!" He glared at me.
That's better; I prefer if he directs his anger to me and not her.
"You've done something! You've dominated her, you've launched an Imperious, you've given her a potion or something!"
"Ron, please, calm down," Hermione said in exasperation. "I told you yesterday at dinner that we are together and there is no kind of curse or potion..." She sighed as she approached the bed and sat next to me and I hugged her waist. "Is so hard for you to believe that someone can get to love me for myself?"
"Honey, I think he says that because you would never be with me if it was not by force," I said smiling.
"There is nothing that's forcing me to do this, Ron..." She caressed my face and kissed me gently. "When you were with Lavender I didn't chase you or call you a traitor..."
"Are you going to compare Lavender with Malfoy? Hermione! He's Malfoy!"
The poor man had no case. I felt sorry for him.
"Yes, Ron, I am very clear that he is Draco Malfoy; there is no need to repeat his name hundreds of times..." she snorted. "Is there anything else you want to tell me?"
"Are you absolutely sure this is what you want?" he asked in a whisper. "To be his...whore for a while."
I straightened up. He'd started insulting her again, and I would not allow that. "Withdraw what you have just said..." I said as I got up completely.
"Draco, calm down. He doesn't know what he is saying." She tried to calm me.
"Of course he knows! He wants to hurt you!"
"No, he wants you to lose your temper, and nothing more than that... Don't pay any attention to him, please." She stood in front of me. "Draco..." she took my face with her hands to force me to look at her, "please." She rested her forehead on my chest when she realized that I wouldn't hurt Weasley. "Go away, Ron."
"You didn't answer my question," he protested, staring at me with a look that was between fearful and challenging.
"Yes, I'm completely sure of being with him... At least he knows to rectify when he's wrong." She hugged me for support.
I put my arms around her and kissed her hair to reassure her that I wouldn't attack him at that moment.
"Then you can't come to me for comfort when he starts ignoring you." He left the room, slamming the door in the process.
"Are you all right?"
"No..."
"Do you want to study?"
She shook her head.
"Do you want to talk?"
She nodded.
"Why did you say all that to him?"
"So that he doesn't have any doubt about what we do. If I tell him, he will think that I'm doing it just to make him jealous or something stupid like that... If he saw it, he couldn't deny it," she muttered, still hugging me.
"Anyway, it was a low blow..." I raised her chin so that she looked at me. "And you've worked to get my collaboration... You have been cruel, evil, and manipulative."
"I'm sorry." She looked at me with tearful eyes.
"Don't be." I smiled, giving her a tiny kiss on her nose. "I love it. I promise you that the next time I will act my part much better."
"Don't laugh." She broke away and went to the bathroom.
"I'm not making fun... I admit that sometimes I find it hard to understand you." I followed her; she was going to take a shower before going down to dinner. "I don't mind playing the role of the lustful boyfriend that holds you back in your room to take advantage of your body."
She looked at me skeptically.
"Okay, that's you," I conceded with a smile. "But I'm not complaining."
"I told you that I like you for your intellect, Draco," she sighed under the water, "however, I find very difficult to try to think rationally when you're around and I'm much less able to concentrate on my studies..." She leaned out of the door. "It's as if a part of me knows that I have to take until the last second to be with you," she told me, furious with herself. "I think that all Harry, Blaise, and Ron told me is weighing heavily on me."
I went into the shower with her. "Listen carefully, Miss Granger." I cornered her against the wall under the water. "You know that I'm bound by my promises and that there is nothing that allows me to break them directly."
She nodded.
"So believe me when I say this: I promise that I'll be with you all the time you want during this course and I will not leave you in a week for another..." I kissed her under the water, "especially since I don't want to be with another, okay?"
Her answer was another kiss.
"Now take a shower..." I felt her hands trailing down my spine to my ass. "...You have a vice."
We both laughed, but I was able to get out of the shower and leave her alone for a while. I picked up my clothes from the floor and I began to dress while she finished showering. While I was dressing and thinking that I had never spent so much time naked or half naked in my mortal life, the door opened again. I inwardly cursed the fact that Hermione had so many friends, because in that moment Ginevra Weasley entered and looked at me as if I was a cake in an exhibition with a poster above it that said "No touch".
"Hello. Where is Hermione?" she asked quietly, without fuss.
"In the shower," I said, sitting on the bed to put on my shoes. While she was there I had to keep pretending that I was human and move slowly.
"Well," she said as if she was thinking what she was about to say, "if you hurt her, I'll kill you."
"I don't want to hurt her," I sighed.
"If you break her heart...I will kill you."
I looked into her eyes and I saw that she was really serious. She knew there was something wrong with me, yet she dared to threaten me. "I already told you-"
"I don't care what you say! I just want you to know it."
"Hello, Ginny." Hermione emerged from the bathroom wearing the uniform, and I wondered what she would have put under it. "Draco, we are going to dinner in the dining room... Are you coming or are you staying?" She looked at me.
"I think that I'd better stay..." I looked at her in confusion, "at least until everyone has left the common room..."
"No need. If you wanna come, you can come with me now." She offered me her hand and a smile.
"Are you mad, Hermione?!" Ginevra exclaimed. "Everyone is going to see him!"
"I don't care." Hermione shrugged, apparently what I told her in the shower helped to calm some of her nerves. "I'm tired of hiding," she looked lovingly at me, "aren't you?"
I got up from the bed and took her hand. "Will you protect me?" I asked jokingly. "I don't believe that Potter and Weasley will try to kill me, but the rest of your fans may try to throw me an unforgivable..." Not that it would do any harm to me.
"Of course... You're safe with me," she said before we left the room.
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