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He was a vampire. She was a werewolf. Who saw that coming? by Oatmeal
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He was a vampire. She was a werewolf. Who saw that coming?

Oatmeal

Chapter 4: Do Gratuitous sex scenes make you laugh or chuckle? YOU CAN'T CHOOSE BOTH!!!

Harry had felt a different the next few days. He had a lighter step in his walk. Some vampires bid him hello in the corridors. Renoir praised him for "killing" two werewolves in one night. Fred and George wondered why he was so nice to the customers on the days he actually bothered to show up. Something was different about him.

He woke up one evening feeling more refreshed than ever even if the wound on his shoulder had not completely healed. Vampires usually regenerate quite quickly for major wounds, even quicker for minor ones. In a day they would have nothing but perhaps a scar left, but even then, unless very serious, scars disappear as well. Werewolf wounds were different since they actually heal at a slower rate. Almost at a the normal rate of a human. He had to stay in the castle at night in order to be looked over just in case something happens. Harry looked under his dressings at the claw marks that Hermione had left them on their forest outing. Even though it didn't hurt at the time it still stung and ached.

Harry was feeling a bit peculiar the past few days. He taste for his own blood has piqued ever since the night with Hermione and he would find himself pricking his own finger then sucking on it until it healed from time to time. Although satisfying in its own little way, it wasn't as powerful or as tasty as it was on the night he met Hermione. Yet he was beginning to think about her more and more. How her hair flowed down her shoulders. How eager her eyes were when they almost kissed. How worried she was when she injured him.

Harry looked out on his balcony watching as the moon waned. He had if Hermione had made it back and what would happen to her. Would she report this to her superior? Would they hurt her at all for being the only one remaining alive? To tell the truth he didn't know too much about werewolf culture except for the hateful musings of Renoir and other vampires in the castle. However most of the time he ignored it all.

"Where are you Hermione?" thought Harry.

"Psssst!"

Harry was about to go back to his room when he turned around. He looked out over the forest, it was silent.

"Psssst! Harry…Down here!"

He looked down. There he saw a peculiar brown bush of hair moving among the the trees.

"Hermione!" Harry said enthusiastically, but his face turned grim, "What are you doing here? It's dangerous for you to be here!"

"I wanted to see how you're doing," whispered Hermione as she parted a few tree branches.

"You could have just sent an owl!" hissed Harry, as he looked over his shoulder.

Hermione struggled at a thorn patch that caught on her robes, "And I wanted to see you too."

"Hermione you can't just…" said Harry, but he looked back into his room making sure that no one could hear them. By the time he finished checking Hermione had already climbed up the stone wall and was hanging over the balcony.

Hermione looked at the moon as if she first noticed it.

"Arroooooooooooo!" she howled

"Hermione! No!" hissed Harry.

"Harry?" came a knock at the door, "What's going on in there?"

Harry pushed Hermione over the balcony sending her falling into a group of trees. He gasped at what he done and looked over to see if she was alright just as the door to his room opened. A burly middle aged vampired looked in supiciously.

"What's going on here?" he asked eyes searching the room, "I thought I heard a werewolf howl."

"Uh…right," said Harry thinking quickly, "that was me! Yeah. Just practicing howls so we could lure werewolves into traps and such."

The vampire looked at him suspiciously, "Ok then, but keep it down. Your howl sounds pretty genuine…and it's making me nervous."

The vampire shut the door just as Hermione came over the balcony. She spat out some grass as her hair was full of leaves and her robes covered in thorns.

"That's a nice way to greet your friend who came over to see how you are feeling," she said ungratefully.

"Shhhh!" shushed Harry as he walked over, locked his door and took out his wand. He whispered a small incantation and a green light appeared in front of the door for a split second before turning invisible again.

"There. I muted the door but not too loud! It's not absolute soundproof," whispered Harry.

Hermione was just shaking the rest of the thorns out of her robes. She then fixed her hair and looked around the room. It was simple really. Nothing entirely impressive, in fact even more boring than the Hogwarts dormitories.

"So this is where you live?" she asked, not really caring for an answer.

"Yes," said Harry, feeling his heart pounding from fear, "thank you for visiting but can you please leave?"

"So you don't like my company?" asked Hermione with a questioning look.

"No it's not that, it's just…" Harry was searching for the right words but noticed his fear was slowly disappearing. His heart still thumped the same pace though.

Hermione got a bit closer to him, "You know, we still haven't finished what we started in the forest there."

"Uh what?" asked Harry once again tongue tied. He knew perfectly what.

"Just a kiss, that's all Harry," said Hermione. There were those eyes again, looking at him eagerly.

"We're friends Hermione. Just…" he sputtered as he was walking backwards trying to not concentrate on her warm lips upon his.

"That excuse is getting old Harry," said Hermione quietly as she closed her eyes and moved in even closer.

Harry tripped on his bed, falling down into it. It felt like time slowed as they fell, as Hermione was going to dive bomb her lips onto his mouth. He had half a mind to close his eyes and enjoy the moment when Hermione's full weight fell right onto his shoulder. He winced in pain and Hermione snapped out of her task.

"Oh Harry, I'm sorry. Sorry sorry," she said as she began to prop him up on a pillow.

"I'm fine…I'm fine Hermione," said Harry, a bit disappointed, "It just caught me by surprise that's all."

Hermione sat on the bed beside him. She looked at the floor as if she was thinking about something.

"I never did thank you for saving my life Harry," said Hermione abruptly.

Harry was speechless. He seemed surprise that after all they've been through Hermione would still have to thank him for doing what's right.

"You don't have to say that," said Harry quietly, "we're…"

But he stopped himself from saying it. Instead he took his hands and looked into Hermione's eyes with care.

"His eyes are so beautiful," Hermione thought, "I could get lost in them forever."

Harry was gently rubbing her hands and she felt a sudden warmth in them. She always thought vampires were dead thus their bodies cold, but this wasn't the case.

"You know, I just wish there was a way I could thank you Harry," she said quietly.

"No Hermione you don't have," but it was already too late. Hermione had reached over staring him straight in the eye and started to unbutton his shirt. When she got halfway down she spreaded her hands over his chest. Harry felt the warmth from her hands pulse like energy over his heart, his lungs, even his ribs. She moved her left hand parting his shirt so it exposed his right shoulder. Slowly she took off the banadages.

"Does it still hurt?" she asked seriously.

"Yeah," said Harry his eyes feeling dreamy, "Just a bit. It stings really. Aches sometimes."

She placed the bandages on the dresser and lent down given the area around the wound a small kiss. It did hurt but Harry felt relief anyways. Hermione kept kissing around the wound, her gentle lips caressing his skin. He could feel her breath flow warmly over his chest.

Harry could feel his arms wrap around to the small of her back. Then he felt nothing. No pain not anything. He looked down and saw Hermione looking at him from his chest with those beautiful brown eyes.

"Hermione," he said quietly as he drew her in closer.

Their lips met into a deep kiss. They felt as if a train had hit them as they positioned themselves better onto the bed. Hermione had taken off Harry's shirt completely as Harry started to take off Hermione's robes, they lips still locked together. He flipped her over onto her back as he unbuttoned her blouse. Hermione gave a small yelp of pain and Harry drew back.

"What's wrong?" he said looking very worried.

Hermione touched her lower lip, "it was your fangs. They cut my lip."

"You're alright aren't you?"

Hermione answered by rising up to kiss him again. Harry took this oppurnity to take off her blouse. He clasped onto the back of her bra trying to undo it. Meanwhile he tasted a bit of her blood in his mouth. It tasted warm, active and familiar. It was the blood he tasted the night in the forest with Hermione. Somehow some of her blood must've gotten into his wound. He remembered her holding onto her wound with her hands that night. Tired of the bra being so stubborn he took his fingernail and with a flick, cut off the strap.

Hermione sensed this and slowly leaned back onto the bed. Her full breasts laid bare in front of Harry who stared at how beautiful Hermione looked. How had he never noticed it before? He looked into Hermione's face, she looked a bit nervous. She never felt this vulnerable before, but also never felt this excited. Harry leaned down hovering over her face and kissed her gently. Slowly he moved his way down, kissing her neck, her chin and each shoulder. He glided his tongue over the top of one of her breasts and she gave a slight shudder. He swirled his tongue around her nipple and ended by sucking on it. Hermione guided his free hand to her other breast; gently instructing him, by hand, how to fondle it. Her other hand rubbing his smooth black hair messing it up even further, if that was ever possible.

Harry was moving his kisses over to the other breast when his fang rubbed against her nipple.

"Oh!" she moaned.

Harry looked up at her worried, "What's wrong?"

"Do that again," she said quietly eyes still closed in pleasure.

"Do what again?"

"Something hard rubbed against it, just do it again," she said quietly unable to quite make coherent sentences.

Harry went down and started to kiss her nipple again and then started to move down into her cleavage when Hermione squealed.

"Oh just like that," she said with a wicked smile, "Your fangs. Rub your fangs against me."

Harry smiled, "You are so…"

"Dirty?" suggested Hermione.

"That's one way of putting it," said Harry.

Now knowing what to do Harry moved over to her other breast, while gently massaging the other. He put his tongue on his front teeth, hovering between his two enlongated fangs and proceeded to gently but firmly move his mouth from side to side over her nipple.

"Oh Harry," she moaned with each pass as Harry was careful not to hurt her.

Slowly he began to unbutton her pants. With enough room he reached down in between her legs.

Hermione shot up and Harry backed off. He looked at her wondered if he did actually hurt her this time.

"Did I do anything wrong? Am I going too fast?" he asked.

"No," said Hermione with a smile, "just took me by surprise."

He leant down and made small kisses down her stomach.

"What are you doing?" she asked playfully.

"Just checking if I like what I see," replied Harry.

Hermione chuckled as Harry took off her pants.

"Do you like what you see?"

"Yes…yes I do," said Harry in amazement.

She took off her panties and he started to kiss her stomach again as he reached down she spread her legs to give him room and started to give long deep laps. Hermione moaned as she placed her hands on Harry's head asking him for more. He kept on working away consuming her fragrance. He looked up and Hermione looked back in complete pleasure. Harry wasn't even sure she was completely there anymore. He was very careful even when Hermione tried to buck her hips into him for more. Hermione felt wave after wave of pleasure wash over her as she climaxed, still wanting more. Harry saw her smooth inner thigh. His urge was too great so he let off and gave a small prick on the side of Hermione's thigh. She sqeauled at the pain, but relaxed when Harry started to suck on the small pin point hole on her leg.

Hermione brought him up to her mouth kissing him deeply. He could feel her pleasure through his mouth. She was trembling with it. He looked down on her with loving eyes and she returned the gaze.

"I want you in me Harry," she said quietly as Harry kissed her neck.

Harry took off his pants shortly after and let her guide him into her warmth. She bought herself to his chest in pleasure and moaned as Harry filled her.

"Oh Harry," she said as she kissed his chest, "More…please."

Harry thrusted feeling himself falling in to her. She writhed in pleasure as she dragged her fingernails over his back, drawing blood.

"Ah! Hermione!" moand Harry, half in pain half in pleasure.

They clasped their hands together interlocking their fingers. Hermione struggling to keep her eyes open to look at Harry's. She gasped as she was nearing climax. With a yelp she flipped Harry onto his back riding his hips. He could feel her clasping onto him, dragging his hips up from the bed. Harry tried to thrust with Hermione's movements, until they got into a perfect rhythym. Their bodies were in a perfect unison of passion.

"Hermione," gasped Harry, "I can't hold on any longer."

"Just a bit longer Harry…I'm nearly there," panted Hermione.

Harry propped himself up holding onto the small of her back, holding on so they can climax together in the perfect moment. Hermione looked into his eyes one last time before she let out a great howl as they both climaxed. Hermione kept on howling when there was a banging on the door.

"Harry! Keep your werewolf howling practice down! Some of us are trying to drink wine in peace here!" yelled a voice through the door.

Harry put a finger into Hermione's mouth, telling her to settle down, "Yes sir! Sorry about that! Ouch! Stop that!"

Hermione had bit his finger, drawing blood . She began to suck on his finger eagerly, apparently she had developed a taste for his blood.

"What's going on in there. It sounds like you're with someone!" yelled the voice.

"Uh…no one in here! Just my owl that's all!" shouted Harry trying to push Hermione under the sheets, but she resisted as she pawed him, "Yeah just writing a letter here. Nothing to wor…OW! Stop biting me Her…wig! Stop that Herwig!"

Hermione started to nibble on Harry's ear.

"Well just keep it down!" shouted the voice and it was never heard from for the rest of the night.

"Why did you have to do that?" pouted Hermione looking disappointed but her huge smile said otherwise, "Are you afraid that someone will know you're doing something naughty in here?"

"No! It's because I don't want people to know that I'm sexing it up with a werewolf," Harry replied as he shut the windows and the door to his balcony.

"The Harry I remembered loved to take risks," Hermione said, "If I remembered correctly it was I who was the resident prune."

"Well this time it's different Hermione," said Harry seriously, "I don't want you getting hurt."

"I don't care Harry. I would die protecting you with my own life," she said.

"That's all great, but who'll protect me when your dead?" he asked with a slight smile.

Hermione laid her head on Harry's chest breathing calmy. Harry looked out in the distance while running his hands through her hair.

"I just can't believe it Hermione Granger," said Harry a bit playfully.

"You can't beileive what Harry Potter?" asked Hermione as she looked up at him.

"That I am so in love with you," he said looking into her eyes, "Two warring houses, vampires and werewolves. And yet we still come together despite it all. It's like…like…Rome…

"Don't Harry," said Hermione abruptly.

"Don't what?"

"Say it."
"What?"

"It's so cliché. We don't need that."

"But I love you Hermione."

She looked up into his emerald eyes and there was a certain intensity about them. She melted at those eyes. She drew up and kissed him deeply.

"I love you," she said simply but sincerely.

"This is like Romeo and Juliet," said Harry lazily after a moment's silence.

"I can't believe you just said that," said Hermione looking unappreciative.

"Why? It's true. You came by my balcony. Here we are, in love," explained Harry.

"Now've you done it," said Hermione getting up looking at him with a slightly disgruntled look, "If you think, Harry Potter, that I'm going to kill myself for you, just because you mucked up a plan and killed yourself first, you're dead wrong."

Harry looked at her increduosly, "Didn't you just say an hour ago that you'd die for me?"

"I'd die protecting you," smiled Hermione putting her head back down onto his chest, "I didn't say anything about dying to be with you in death. That's entirely different."

Harry looked a bit disappointed while Hermione laughed a bit. They snuggled up to each other, sharing their own heat and letting it warm each other as they drifted off to a wonderful sleep.

Harry woke up thinking he had a most wonderful dream, but upon feeling a big bushel of brown hair flowing over his face his stomach dropped. He looked over a the clock, it was nearly dawn. The sky was slowly growing red but there was not enough light the floor fo the room. Harry randomly grabbed at the lumps of garments on the floor, tossing them onto the bed.

"Hermione wake up!" he hissed.

The mound of brown hair stirred as Hermione started to sit up with the blankets wrapped around her. She looked like a sundae topped with chocolate shavings.

"What's going on Harry?" she said yawning, trying to get her eyes to adjust to darkness of the room.

"There's no time, you have to get out," hissed Harry as he tossed some robes into Hermione's face without realizing it. "They're going find out you're here!"

Hermione ripped the robes off her face. "Let them Harry. They can't do anything what with the treaty in place. They can't touch me," she said defiantly.

Harry glared at her and yelled, "Now is not the time Hermione! Now get dressed!"

She looked at his face, her eyes smoldering. Harry could see she was about to say something when she turned around and started to sort through the clothes on her side of the floor. Harry stood there panting, trying to remember what just happened. He felt the heat of his anger die down regaining his senses. The growing red light hurt his eyes slightly as he winced almost snapping out of his trance. Hermione silently dressed on the bed, her back facing him. Harry sat down feeling all his guilt fall down on his shoulders as he buttoned up his shirt.

"I'm sorry…for yelling at you," said Harry quietly.

"My underwear please," she said.

Harry looked confused, "Pardon me?"

"You have my underwear in your hand," Hermione said without looking at him. "You handed me yours instead of mine."

"Oh…sorry," said Harry apolgetically as he reached over. Hermione grapsed at it, and left Harry's on the bed, trying her best to quickly dress.

Harry finally gotten his pants on and walked over, seeing Hermione doing up her robes. He sat down beside her trying to look at her, but she tried her best to look away.

"I said I'm sorry," said Harry trying to hold her. "I didn't mean to snap at you that way."

"No it's ok," said Hermione forcefully. "You don't want to get into trouble that's all. You just want to protect me. That's perfectly fine."

"Please don't be like that," pleaded Harry.

"Be like what?" she said glaring at him. "Treating you like I care about myself more than you?"

"That's not fair. I did not do that," said Harry, feeling that bit of anger rising up again from his stomach.

"Why can't you leave Harry? Come with me…we'll leave all of this behind. Vampires, werewolves, we'll go somewhere where it'll just be us!"

"I can't do that," said Harry, "My master can call me back at any time!"

"Then fight it Harry!" pleaded Hermione. "You don't have to be under his control!"

"Oh just like how you fought so hard to rip me while you were a werewolf? It's not so simple Hermione, it's not a matter of will power."

"That's not fair," she protested.

"Harry?" said a voice from outside the door. "Are you ok in there?"

Harry just stared at Hermione, their anger at each other rivaling the passion from last night. Another string of knocks came from the door and Harry looked outside as the sky grew redder by the second.

"You should leave," said Harry solemnly. "Now."

Hermione looked around the room, as if contemplaing options; perhaps trying to find something to toss at Harry's head. She closed her eyes for a second as if trying to steady herself and let out a sharp outtake of breath. She walked out to the balcony and sat on the ledge. She was about to jump down she she looked back, the skylight illuminating her face.

"The Harry I once knew would do anything for his friends. Just like his friends would do anything for him," she said before she jumped down into the forest below. Harry walked over to the curtains and looked out seeing Hermione's head blend into the red leaves below. Unable to bear the sunlight anymore, he closed the curtains resting himself against the wall. Just that moment the door opened, the inquisitive vampire had broken the lock.

"Harry are you alright? I though I heard voices in here," asked the vampire.

"Yes…Yes I'm fine," he said.

"Ok then…sorry about the lock," said the vampire as he closed the door the best he could.

Harry felt lower than he ever had in the past seven years. He sighed reflecting upon what good happened last night but the crash ending kept popping into his head.

"Well that seemed awfully contrived," thought Harry to himself. In that instance he felt the room shake a bit. Must've been a small earth tremor, the mountains have been known for such things.