Stepping out of the carriage, Hermione took in the landscape around her. Clouds covered the sky in a thick haze. Her feet were met with a cobblestone path that led to a stone castle twice the size of Malfoy Manor. The gothic spires and dark tones of the castle made Hermione roll her eyes. Though beautiful, it seemed dated and cliche, even more so than the wizarding world.
Draco's fingers laced in between hers, and he pulled her closer, his cloak nearly enveloping her. He took her along the path through bare hedges that were neatly trimmed. The branches twisted up the pathway to a large gate that began to slowly open.
"Who's home is this?" Hermione asked softly, pushing herself into Draco's arm. A nervousness was coming over her as she saw a looming figure standing at the entryway.
"Sanguini owns the estate, but there are a few others that live here as well," Draco replied.
Hermione was familiar with Sanguini, remembering seeing the tall, gaunt man at Slughorn's Christmas party. She recalled him being quite off putting and was very fixated on the girls in attendance. As they approached, two women dressed in revealing uniforms made their way towards them. One held a tray with two glasses and the other swiftly came behind Draco to pull off his cloak.
Draco reached for one of the glasses, and Hermione looked into the contents of the remaining cup and saw a dark, red liquid. Too dark and viscous to be wine, she could tell by the smell alone what it was. Blood.
Hermione politely refused the cup, and the women disappeared inside of the stone castle. When they finally got to the entrance, she saw the tall, gaunt man with dark hair. Sanguini looked incredibly thin and tall in almost an awkward way, like he could topple over at any second. He was also elegantly dressed as Draco was, soft silks and velvet draped his abnormally tall frame.
"Ah, Lord Malfoy. It's good to see you again. It's been quite some time."
She felt his dark eyes scan over her, and Draco's arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her into him. "Pleasure is mine. I have been meaning to visit sooner, we have many pressing matters to discuss."
"And who might this lovely creature be?" Sanguini asked, stepping towards Hermione and holding his hand out to her. She took it, and his eyes locked onto hers as he gently pressed his cold lips to the back of her hand.
"Hermione Granger," she answered, a chill running up her spine as she pulled away from him. "I'm a companion of Lord Malfoy."
"Hermione, what an interesting name for such a beautiful woman. You both must be exhausted from your travels, let me give you a tour and show you to your room."
Sanguini led the pair up winding stairs and down several hallways. Hermione observed the interior, it was dark and lifeless. Gaudy decorations littered shelves and bc tables, and Hermione saw several women dusting the surfaces.
He and Draco talked about what felt like mundane things to Hermione to take up space and time. They discussed the war, plans for the next few days, and the meetings that they'll have. It was hard to pay attention to what they were talking about with all of the distractions surrounding her. She made note of where he mentioned the library was, making sure to check the area a few times for exit routes out.
At every turn through the castle, Draco held Hermione close. His fingers were pressed into her waist and there wasn't a moment that he released his grasp on her. It was a clear reminder to her that to him, she was his. They stopped at a door, and Sanguini opened it for them.
"Everyone should be arriving for dinner soon, please feel free to rest and join us when you're ready." He took another look at Hermione, his eyes lingering at her neck for a second too long. "I'm looking forward to seeing you soon, Hermione."
The door closed, and Draco finally let her go. He sighed and unbuttoned the sleeves of his shirt. Their bags were already sitting in the center of the room, which was incredibly spacious. A large circular bed sat under a canopy, huge mirrors surrounded the room, and several large rugs sat in front of a fireplace.
Hermione sat in a chair next to the roaring fire and started to unravel her hair from its braid, wanting to cover herself more from prying eyes.
"I wish I knew how I should have dressed for this trip. I just packed lightly," Hermione said, running her fingers through her curls.
"All those books and you didn't know how to dress for vampire outings?" Draco laughed, walking to a table that held a decanter filled with a brown liquor. He poured two glasses, and walked one over to Hermione.
"I'm not reading fashion books, Malfoy," she replied, a hint of annoyance in her tone. Taking the glass from him, she sat back and relaxed.
"Don't worry, I had Tori pack some clothes for you. Merlin knows you need the help."
Hermione drank her drink in a single gulp, gagging at the strength of it, and handed the empty glass back to him. "I'm going to need more of this if I'm going to be dealing with you for days on end."
Draco smirked at her before going to refill her cup. "This vampire shit is stronger than what you normally drink, Granger. Pace yourself, please."
"You're going to be babysitting me the whole time, aren't you?" she asked.
The glass was handed gently back to her, and when she went to grab it, Draco didn't release it from his hand. "You never make things easy for me, do you?"
Her eyes met his and she tried to pull the glass from his fingers. "If things were easy, it wouldn't be fun now, would it?"
He let go and Hermione choked it down once more. She went over to the luggage and rummaged through them. The fabrics in the bag were mostly lace overlaid on fine silks. Hermione pulled one of the dresses out and held it against her body. It was a deep green, with lace covering the arms and neck.
"I think Astoria wants me to be eaten," she laughed, the alcohol making her more calm. "Not a lot left to the imagination here."
Hermione stepped behind a divider in the room and undressed herself. The silk felt heavenly on her warm skin that was buzzing from the drinks. The dress was mid thigh length, and the collar and arms were nothing but sheer green lace. It buttoned all the way up the back, and Hermione tried to fumble with them but gave up.
"Astoria is crazy if she thinks that this looks suitable," Hermione said as she stepped out from the changing area. Draco looked at her from across the room, slowly making his way towards her.
"Well, you don't even have it on properly. Come here." She turned around and jumped as his cold fingers grazed her back, fastening each button one by one up to the base of her skull. "All this time I thought she liked you, turns out she really does want you to be eaten alive."
Walking towards the mirror, Hermione took a glance at herself but looked away. Curious eyes would be on her all night as the concubine of Draco Malfoy, she figured she'd spare herself from her own pair analyzing her exposed flesh.
Hermione rarely ever thought she looked attractive. She found her nose to be too mousy, her hair to be too frizzy, her features to be too undefined. She had tried working out in the past, but found that the war had always kept her at a decent weight for her height and she rarely had time to do extra work with how tired she always was. If she was honest, she would say she hated her arms and how they jiggled, her stomach that didn't lay flat when she stood, and her thighs that touched.
She often never considered herself beautiful until Draco Malfoy barged his way into her life. When he looked at her, she felt wanted and desired. And when he touched every spot she hated, he made them feel like the most attractive things on this earth.
"You're going to make us late for dinner with as good as you look right now, Granger," he whispered as he pressed himself against her. Cold lips touched her ear, and she sank back into him, despite wanting to push away.
His hands began to weave through her hair, and before she realized it, it was up and away from her face. It wasn't intricate by any means, but it was nicely done as fast as it happened.
"Pulling up hair often, Malfoy?" Hermione jokingly mumbled.
"No," he chuckled, "but I have helped Astoria a number of times."
The hands that had gutted those she knew and loved were the same ones that delicately helped a dying witch with her hair. Hands that had bruised her, but also made her weak at their touch.
A soft knock came at the door, and Draco went to answer it. A human woman stood, wearing a short, black dress and corset. Her blonde hair was pulled up tightly, framing her sharp features. "Lord Malfoy, Miss Granger, dinner will be served shortly. Are you in need of any accommodations?"
Hermione's heart started to beat faster, knowing that she'd soon be in a room full of monsters she was told stories of since she was a child. With all of her research, she knew mostly what to expect, but it was becoming much more real now.
"No, thank you," Draco said. The woman nodded and he closed the door and turned towards Hermione.
"These women, are they here against their will?"
Draco shook his head, "No. They've come to work. He owns them by contract. They are free to leave when it ends but many stay. The pay is exceptional, and the safety it brings from the war is unparalleled."
"What is going to be served at dinner?" she asked.
Draco rubbed the back of his neck, looking uncomfortable. "Well, there will be a lavish spread, the best food and wine you'll ever have."
"Yes, but what will you be eating?"
"Nothing."
"What will they be eating then?"
A sharp exhale escaped his lips, "They'll be drinking blood from various sources."
"Various sources as in cows, pigs, and goats?" Hermione was hopeful that perhaps Sanguini and his guests would feed solely on livestock and not the scantily clad women that roamed the castle.
"Various as in throat, wrist, or perhaps a glass."
"Are they going to die?"
"No, they drink often enough to where they don't need enough to kill someone."
"Why don't you do that?"
Draco sighed, turning back towards the door. "We're going to be late, can we discuss this later?"
Hermione put her foot down, crossing her arms. "I'm sure you'd have a plethora of people who would volunteer their blood to you. Why must you always wait until you have to kill someone?"
Draco angrily stormed towards her, looking down into her eyes with distaste. "Because, Granger, when I was just a wee boy, the Dark Lord starved me until every battle. Due to that, I have some lingering impulse control issues. That satisfy your curiosity?"
Freezing in place and looking up at him, she thought her heart might have stopped for a second. The anger was palpable. She pressed the palm of her hand to his chest, feeling his heartbeat. His shoulders relaxed, and his face became less hard.
"Are you ready for dinner?" he asked softly. "I want to get this over with."
"No. Stay here with me," she said, taking his hands in hers. The alcohol was making her more willing to hold onto him and forget what he's done. It made her feel more sympathetic to him and what he's endured.
"You put up a hard bargain, but duty calls us, Golden Girl." He waved his hand, and a pair of black heels emerged from one of the bags at the center of the room. Hermione sat, and Draco placed the shoes on her feet and wrapped the strap around her ankles snugly. She wasn't used to wearing such tall stilettos, she had never even owned a pair of shoes that couldn't be worn into a fight.
"I might fall over in these. I can't believe Astoria thought this was a good idea," she laughed.
He kissed her knee, standing up and holding his hand out. "I've seen you run across a battlefield rattling off spells with a sprained ankle, this will be nothing compared to that."
When they left their room, Draco's arm was around her again. They walked through the labyrinth of halls, and Hermione, full of vampire strength liquor and in six inch heels, stumbled only a few times, but never falling due to the grasp Draco had.
Approaching the dining hall, Hermione tried to not let the murmurs of guests rattle her, and she had no choice but to let the waves wash over her head. Her nerves were calmed by Occlumancy, and she looked up to see a blank expression on Draco's face as well.
The doors opened to several long tables full of food and drink. It was almost reminiscent of the Great Hall, if it weren't for the lavish gold plating and dozens of pale faces around the table. There were several guests with women on them, giggling and drinking wine. Hermione tried not to stare at vampires with their teeth sunk into various appendages of Sanguini's wait staff as they made their way to their seats.
What felt like hundreds of eyes turned to look at them as they passed. Draco Malfoy, one of the most feared beings, would be a head turner at any event, especially if he had the company of a woman that was notorious for being the poster child of the Order.
Sanguini sat at the head of the center table, with two seats on the left of him empty. He had his lips against the neck of a beautiful brunette woman that sat facing away from him on his lap. She moaned softly as he drank from her, a look of bliss on her face. Her eyes were rolled back, her lips were open, almost spilling her glass of wine she had in her hands. It seemed nearly erotic to Hermione, until she remembered that these women were simply livestock here.
He pulled away from the woman, blood trickling down the side of his mouth. She stood, stumbling forward from the blood loss. Sanguini took a cloth napkin and dabbed his face. "Draco, Hermione, so glad you joined us. My my," he said, his gaze wandering up Hermione's legs. "You look ravishing, my dear."
"Thank you," she replied, wishing she could cover herself further.
The dark eyes left her and looked back at Draco. "You'll have to let me borrow her sometime, Draco. You can have your choice with any of the women here. Just for a few hours. I'll give her back in one piece."
"Not a chance," Draco said, pulling out the chair for Hermione. He sat down in the adjacent seat, and she felt his cold hand on her knee. "She's mine."
"Beautiful wife and concubine, how lucky you are," he said. "How is dear Astoria? Is she still feeling ill?"
"Yes, I would have brought her if she was feeling better, but I have Granger with me in her place," he said, taking a drink of wine that was poured for him.
"Are you going to turn her?" a man that sat across them asked in a concerned manner. He had long, dark hair and sat next to a witch with vibrant pink hair and a flawless complexion. They seemed to almost contrast each other.
Draco turned to him, ignoring his question. "Victor, I don't believe you've met Granger yet. This is Victor Ketsueki, he left Hogwarts just before we started. And his beautiful companion here is Qui LeBlanc. She's a photographer for the Ministry of magic. They both live here as well."
"Hermione fucking Granger," Qui said, wide-eyed, almost as if she had seen a ghost. "When you mentioned you were bringing a guest, I would have never fucking guessed it would be her."
"The war has a way of surprising us, doesn't it?"
Qui laughed and raised her glass and took a drink. "Cheers to that. Not looking good for the Ministry and the Dark Lord though. Might be out of a job soon."
"We will have a better outlook shortly, do not worry, Miss LeBlanc," Sanguini said. "Draco and I have many plans to work through."
Hermione felt his thumb brushed against her knee, making soft sweeping motions. They all continued to talk, ignoring her, but Draco would occasionally squeeze her thigh, reminding her that she was still on his mind.
The wine was strong, and Draco was right when he said that the food would be some of the best she's had. Of course, it wouldn't compare to the taste of what Molly Weasley or her own father would make, with love sprinkled into it, but it was damn good. With as much as she was consuming, she was surprised the tight dress was still holding up. She settled back into the chair, holding what had to be the fourth glass of wine in hand, waiting for time to pass so she could finally get into the library. Draco's hand had migrated further up her leg, to the edge of where the fabric of the dress met her thigh.
Her hand went to his, and she moved it up slowly until his fingertips were pressed against the front panel of her underwear. His fingers twitched as he slowly made circular motions over her most sensitive part. It took every bit of strength and Occlumency for her to not moan out at the table.
He continued his drab conversations while touching her beneath the tablecloth. Hermione sat, wine in hand, trying to keep a straight face at every movement from his cold fingers. If he were to pick her up and throw her over the dinner plates with her face shoved into the gravy dish, she would have taken every inch of him until he was done using her.
"Draco, you're not eating tonight?" Sanguini asked as he released his fangs from yet another person. Hermione had counted at least three different women who had come by for him to drink from. The new woman on his lap seemed extra bubbly, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing his cheek as he spoke.
"Not hungry tonight. I had a large meal before I came," Draco replied, clearing his throat and moving his hand back down to her knee.
Sanguini's eyes went to Hermione again, which felt like the first time in an hour that she was acknowledged by someone else. "If I had a blood bag like yours, I wouldn't be able to keep my mouth off of her."
Hermione saw Draco's shoulders tense, becoming annoyed and angry. It dawned on her that she was causing more complications for his temperament than they both were anticipating. He had warned her it would be dangerous to be around so many vampires, but he didn't seem to account for his reactions to the situations that would occur due to her presence. If this were a random person, they both knew Draco would have had their throats torn out, but they had to be on their best behaviors, no matter how hard it was.
"Draco drinks plenty from me," Hermione fibbed, moving close to him, and sitting on his lap with her back to Sanguini, avoiding his eyes. A confused look crept on his face as Hermione draped her legs across his and placed one arm around his neck, feeling his hard cock against her ass. Her fingers played with his hair gently. "We just get too carried away when he feeds. I don't think it would be too appropriate now, would it?"
His arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer. Draco pressed his lips to her temple and mumbled. "Not for the dinner table in front of all of these fine guests."
"I think it would be plenty appropriate," Sanguini smirked, "But it is getting quite late. Perhaps another night."
Draco carried Hermione to their room, practically rushing there with her in his arms. Hermione giggled the whole way, seeing his desperation for her. After he set her down on the bed, he unbuttoned his shirt and rolled his sleeves up. She propped herself up on her elbows and watched as he fell to his knees. The way he looked at her made her crave for him.
"You look like a fucking god," he said as he buried his face between her legs. She wrapped her thighs around his head, pressing the stiletto heels into his back. The cold split from his tongue pressing against her panties made her whole body shiver, and she moaned out for him, weaving her fingers into his hair.
He ripped away her underwear and pushed up on her dress until it was right under her breasts. Cold fingers kneaded into her stomach, and she murmured a string of expletives as his tongue danced against her clit. His fingers moved and began to trace her lips, feeling her quiver at his touch. She pressed herself against his finger, wanting to feel it slip inside her, but he pulled away. A frustrated grumble escaped her chest.
"You said nothing of me will ever enter you. As I recall, not my fingers, not my cock, and especially not my fucking teeth." He smiled at her as the pad of his finger rubbed where his tongue once was.
The monster inside of her was clawing its way out. She was losing the control she had desperately wanted to keep. There was a point where it would have disgusted her to think of him touching her, but now she wanted nothing more than to feel his cold touch deep inside.
"Do you want me to finger you, Granger?" he asked, still smirking, swirling his finger, making her whimper.
"Yes," she whispered, her face turning red.
"Ask nicely," Draco demanded.
Hermione covered her face with her hands, if she hadn't had so much wine, she likely would have contemplated harder on the pros and cons of giving into his perverse requests. But they were both drunk, and she found it arousing when he commanded her to engage with him.
"Please finger me, Malfoy," she breathlessly said, looking at him.
He pressed his finger against her opening, and as she tried to slip herself onto it, he held her hip down with his other hand, stopping her.
His eyes looked starved for her as he spoke again, "Beg."
If she had any dignity to begin with, it had left her completely. The monster had completely taken over her, being fed by Draco's words and touch.
"Please finger me, Malfoy. I need to feel you inside of me. I think about it all the time, what it would feel like with your fingers curled inside of me while you're licking my cunt. I want to come on your fingers so badly. And I want you to touch yourself while you're inside me. I want you to imagine how good your cock would feel where your fingers would be."
"Merlin, you are such a fucking whore," he grinned, slipping his pointer finger slightly inside of her. The other hand went to his pants, unbuckling them to reveal his cock. "My beautiful fucking whore."
"Deeper, please, Malfoy," she moaned, laying back on the bed. She watched him stroke his entire length while he looked at her body.
"You are so fucking warm." He pushed deeper until his hand was pressed against her, and slowly pulled out. She felt his middle finger join, stretching her as they moved in. His cold lips went back between her legs, and he began to softly suck at her clit. It took only seconds for him to find the spot inside her that made her knees buckle and body shake.
The heels of her shoes dug deep into his shoulders, causing a trickle of blood to fall from him. His pace quickened as he continued to please her, making her tremble. A minute had passed until she was gasping for breath, feeling her body tense.
"I'm going to… come," she gasped out, tightening around his fingers, digging her heels deeper into his skin. His tongue lapped heavily on her, and her vision blurred as she dripped on his hand and face, choking back a scream.
He stood, pulling her legs against his chest, slipping his throbbing cock between her legs. While he fucked her thighs, he kissed her calves, pressing his fingers into her flesh to make her whimper. Hermione watched in awe as his cum shot onto her stomach, feeling herself stir again as she watched him use her to please himself.
Draco laid on top of her, kissing the side of her face, down to her neck. He slipped his drenched fingers in her mouth, and she sucked on them softly. He turned her face to look at him.
"The things I'd do to see your lips around my cock," he whispered as he began to undress the both of them.
"In your dreams, Malfoy."
"Dreams, yes. That means sleep. And we'll need a few hours of it at least so you can read your books in the morning."
Hermione, now naked and wiped clean by Draco, rolled onto her side. She felt the warm covers pull over her and a cold arm pull her into an even colder embrace. It was cold, but somehow, still felt warmer than anything she had felt in a while. And as her eyes closed, she found dreamless sleep waiting for her.