Love Bites

spacegal

Rating: NC17
Genres: Romance, Action & Adventure
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 5
Published: 26/02/2009
Last Updated: 12/10/2009
Status: in_progress

There was another reason why Harry avoided Hermione in third year, he has a secret that he kept from the Muggle and Wizarding world but now he must harness the secret if he is to take down Voldemort. Question is…will anyone accept him? Harry/Hermione Draco/Luna pairings

Chapters

1. Chapter 1: Gotta Make A Choice, Pup

2. Chapter 2: You've Been Marked

3. Chapter 3: He's Your Pet

4. Chapter 4: Too Far Gone

5. Chapter 5: It's a Bitch to Wash Out

6. Chapter 6: You Marked Me

7. Chapter 7: Make A List

8. Chapter 8: You Corrupted me

9. Chapter 9: Pray

10. Chapter 10: They Need You

11. Chapter 11: Frustrate Me

12. Chapter 12: Follow The Yellow Brick Road

13. Chapter 13: He Loves To Punish Me

14. Chapter 14: She's Mine

15. Chapter 15: Not Even Hell Can Stop Him

1. Chapter 1: Gotta Make A Choice, Pup

Title: Love Bites

Characters: Harry/Hermione Draco/Luna slight Ron/Hermione at beginning

Rating: Mature/Adult

Disclaimer: I do not own anyone or anything, everyone and everything belongs to JK Rowling, I do not make any profit/money or take any credit from creating this fan fiction.

Summary: There was another reason why Harry avoided Hermione in third year, he has a secret that he kept from the Muggle and Wizarding world but now he must harness the secret if he is to take down Voldemort.

Question is…will anyone accept him?

Warning: Consensual sex, Vampirism acts, Bashing of Ron and Molly, Bondage, Soul Bonding, Violence and Character Deaths.

This is set after Fifth year and will be AU – there is no horcuxes as part of this story. This is not sixth and seventh book compatible.

A/N: I’m back! And with a brand new Harry Potter story! I apologise for not having the new part of Darkness Series out but that is really giving me mind blocks and I think my muse has gone on vacation and she has taken my patience with her so this is an attempt to try and get her to come back but we’ll see.

Anyway – I hope you will enjoy this story instead. See below for more.

Oh – and I know the title sucks but it works – go with the flow – that’s my motto :D

Things you need to know

‘…’ Someone is thinking

‘Italic’ someone is talking to each other telepathy

Bold they reading something

Italic a memory is being shown

Chapter 1: Gotta make a Choice, Pup

He groaned as he clenched his hand into a tight fist that his knuckles were turning white and his blunt nails was digging into the skin of his palm. He swallowed before he gritted his teeth, his muscles tightening in his cheeks before he clenched his green eyes close.

‘It was getting worse’ he thought to himself as he forced himself to exhale, relaxing his tense body and uncurling his fist as the pain gave a brief respite. He was sitting upward on the bed, his foot planted on the floor.

He was dressed in a pair of black jeans and a black shirt that was unbuttoned, showing off a sliver of skin marred by white scar lines and silver dog-tags was resting just above sternum, glinting off the moonlight that was shining through the curtain-less windows.

His black hair was as messy as ever and he had removed his glasses, not wanting to be bothered by them when pain rushed through him once more and he clenched his eyes shut, bowed his head and curled his hands into fists once more as he forced himself to breathe through the pain.

A white owl was perched on top of her cage as she watched her master with large orange eyes, obviously shining with concern.

Harry straightened his back as his pain passed over, unclenching his fists as he did before exhaling. The pain was finished for the time being, he knew that and the relief coursed through him, he hated the pain but he had to deal with it.

There was a tap at the door and Harry turned to see a brown owl flying outside of the window. He reached over and opened it, allowing it come in and it settled itself on the desk, fluffing out its wings as it did before setting the letters on the desk.

Harry gave it a treat and it drank from the water from the bowl before flying off again and Harry closed the window before he looked at the letters and saw the seal of Gringotts, the only bank in London that belongs to the Wizarding World.

Harry picked up the first envelope, unsealed it and started reading it, curious to why Gringotts would be writing to him.

‘Mr Potter,

Our sincerest apologies over the lost of your godfather, Sirius Orion Black, but we have received our orders to give you this will and letters that were bestowed to us by your godfather shortly before his death.

If you wish, you can sign a form that will emancipate you from your current living conditions and allow you to become your own guardian – it does not matter that you are not seventeen – your godfather has willed this. You are the owner of nineteen Black Houses and now the head of the Black’s house – you are welcome to take on the name if you wish.

Mr Black has also requested that one of the houses should go to Remus Lupin along with 150,000,000 gallons to help him start up in life. He had requested that 160,000 Gallons and all the Black’s books in the library are to be left to Hermione Granger. 50,000 Gallons are to be left to Ronald Weasley as in attempt to help him understand that money does not make the world go round. 150,000,000 Gallons are to be left to the Weasley family as a thank you. 160,000 Gallons are to be left to Draco Malfoy as he understands what the young man is going through and had even offered him a contact of emancipation if he wishes to do so.

The Weasley Twins are left 200,000 Gallons in order to continue their business and all of the Marauders pranksters’ notes so they will continue the job and make an ‘old dog’ proud,’ Harry couldn’t help the brief smile that crossed his face. ‘Mr Black also asked for to us to tell you of your parents’ will in order to help you understand where he is going. You have been left all of your parents’ inheritance, chests that contains their stuff – wands, jewellery (Not their wedding rings, those were buried with them), diaries and photos. There is even a pensive with their memories. You have inherited numerous of estates, those are in a different letter along with the Black’s estates, and you are declared as the Potter Head.

If you accept those terms, you may sign the parchments but do not worry, they will return to us automatically.

Our deepest sincere apologies for your loss,

Griphook, Goblin of Gringotts.”

Harry sighed as he folded the letter and picked up the others, one of them had Sirius’ handwriting on it, there were two other ones, one with a female handwriting and another with a male handwriting that he didn’t recognised and two large thick envelopes – Harry recognised those ones almost immediately, one of them would hold the estates and everything he now had in his vaults while the other one would hold the contracts for him to take over as the Head of Potters and Black.

Harry picked up the female handwriting letter first, curious to what they held and he unfolded it only for his breath to get caught when he saw the name signed at the bottom. Closing his eyes, he ordered himself to breathe and gave himself time to let the tears fade before he opened them once more and read the letter.

“My sweetest baby boy,

If you have received this letter then the one thing I have been afraid of since I heard the prophecy has come true, we are no longer alive to see you become the young man I know you will become.

As I write this letter, you are in your cot playing with the teddy bear your Uncle Sirius, or Padfootie as you like to call him, had bought you for your first birthday and it breaks my heart to think you are growing up without your father or I by your side but I take in comfort that Sirius and Remus will look after you as they are loyal to a fault.

Peter, on the other hand, please watch out for him, I wish and hope with all my heart that he is not our betrayer but I can’t deny what my gut instincts are saying and I know that Peter, while he tries, can fail when it comes to bravery upon standing up to the dangers that surrounds him.

I hope that you now know of the prophecy that surrounds you and I know what the wizarding world is like, once they have received word that Voldemort has ‘died’ they will refused to believe that he would come back again but I urge you to take every precaution you can and find love when you can, when you do, hold on to it and don’t let go.

I love you and I always will, no matter what Harry.

Lily.”

Harry folded up the letter and picked up the male one and read it, finding it was from his father. His father basically said the same thing apart from the bit about Peter, he couldn’t believe that any of his friends would betray him and hoped that they would have made the right choice in what they have done by picking Peter to be their secret keeper.

Harry folded the letter and picked up the last one…the one with Sirius’ handwriting, took a deep breath before he unfolded it and started reading.

“Well Pup,

I guess if you have this, then I’m no longer around. Morbid I know but that’s the way how it goes. I just hope I have gone out doing something spectacular like taking down a group of Death Eaters or having sex with two babes,’ Harry rolled his eyes at the last one, knowing just how smutty Sirius’ mind could get when he wanted it to, ‘but I hate the thought of leaving you alone in the world with one less parent figure – I know how overbearing Molly can be and while she just mean well, she can push you too far. At least you have Lupin, and hopefully in time, you will have Tonks as an aunt, if a certain wolf-boy would ever get the guts to ask her out.

Don’t grieve for me Harry, I am with your parents and that’s one of the greatest gift anyone could have given me other than bringing them back to life so you can see what they were like, and I will always miss hanging out with you but I know you are strong Harry, stronger than anyone else I have ever met and I know you have tough choices ahead of you but I also know that you will do the best you can.

You know better than anyone else what is it like to lose two parents, see death each year and come close to dying yourself – don’t think McGonagall has skimped on telling me what really happened. And you know understand what it is like to have both side of the coin, to be powerless and abused yet to know frame and money. But you never have once let it get to you, you picked yourself up, dusted yourself down and moved on and that, Harry, is what we call hope – you symbolise that emotion for the rest of us.

You have a tough choice to make if you ever want to finish Voldemort – I know of the prophecy and I know that you have the power that Voldemort doesn’t but you need to ask yourself, can you really exploit that power when you don’t know enough about? Find the person who can give you the answers you need and this will help you to decide.

Remember when I told you that you would have to make a choice when it came to relationship that time you came up for Christmas? Now you will really have to make it – it’s the only way you can go forward.

I told you my warnings of Molly expectancies and I have told you who I think will suit you better but you gotta make a choice, Pup, it’s the only way you can go forward.

But no matter what – I will always be looking out over you and for the love of Merlin, don’t get yourself killed on some stupid mission!

Take care.

Sirius AKA Padfoot

Mischief manage’

Harry folded up the letter and placed it to the side, exhaling slowly as he tried to control his emotions. He closed his eyes and counted to ten till he felt he was strong enough, his throat was no longer tight and painful and his eyes no longer stung with the tears.

He opened his eyes and turned back to the last envelope and ripped it open, pulled out the thick parchments that held the contracts that would guarantee him the freedom that he needed if he ever wanted to go forward.

He read over the contracts to make sure there were no loop-holes or anything missing before he picked up a pen and signed his name on the contracts, hissing when there was a cut upon his hand and he saw that the ink had changed to his blood.

The contracts glowed bright red for a moment before they rolled themselves up and disappeared with a small flash before Harry gritted his teeth in pain, his back arching as sharp needles like pain over the back of his right and left shoulder before they stopped, leaving Harry dazed before he shook his head, getting rid of the numbing feeling.

Standing up, he made his way over to the long mirror on his wardrobe, pulled the shirt off and turned his back toward the glass before shifting his head to see the tattoos that were on the back of his shoulders. On his right one laid a black dog with its head tilted back, almost like it was howling at the unseen moon. On his left one had a black panther lying down, almost lazily but Harry could see the determined glint the panther bright green eyes.

Realising that the Panther was the Potter’s line and the Dog was the Black’s line, he was now the Head of the Potter and Black’s line and pulled back on his shirt. He had a choice to make and he was going to make it…no matter what.

Once he was finished, Harry stood up straight; his combat black boots were laced up. His shirt was buttoned and his had an ankle length black duster coat on. His trunk had been shrunk, filled with his books and other things and placed into a rucksack which held his clothes, pictures and other personal stuff.

Hedwig hooted softly, not loud enough to wake up the occupants of the house as she tilted her head, curious to what her master was doing when he opened the window and handed Hedwig a letter.

“I need you to take this to Hermione, girl, and no one else – it’s for her eyes only,” Harry told her. Hedwig bobbed her head before she took the letter into her beak, hopped up onto Harry’s shoulder and nuzzled into the side of his head. “You stay with Hermione until I call for you.” She gave another soft hoot before she flew out of the window and into the dark night.

Harry closed the window and shrunk down Hedwig’s cage before placed it into his rucksack before slinging the rucksack over his shoulder.

He walked over to the door and waved his hand over the handle. His hand glowed white for a moment before there were a series of clicks of the locks unlocking themselves before he opened the door, stepped out of the room and closed the door, waving his hand to lock the door once more.

He looked down the hallway at the other closed doors before bowing his head and made his way down the stairs, skipping past the last two that make creaking sounds. He walked down the hallway with the walls covered in photo-frames but, curiously, not one of them contained the young man that ignored them as he reached the front door.

He unlocked it, looked behind him for a short moment before he walked out of the door, closing it behind him and there was a soft clicking sound. He walked toward the end of the garden and stepped onto the sidewalk, reaching till he reached the edge of it and held out a hand.

With a loud bang that didn’t seem to penetrate the silence of the night, Harry looked up to see the same conductor he had met back in his third year.

“If it ain’t Neville Longbottom, whatcha doing out here again?” Stan Shunpike asked.

“Take me to London, please,” Harry told him and Stan nodded as he stepped back, allowing Harry on the bus before taking the fare and handing Harry a ticket before he rapped on the glass and the bus set off once more with a loud bang where Harry’s disappearance wouldn’t be noticed until the next morning.

TBC

First chapter done and dusted – not betaed though so all mistakes are mine.

To those who want to know about Darkness Series, I do not know when I will get the new series out but please don’t leave me reviews inquiring about it; I will let you know when I, ever, get it out.

Thank you.

2. Chapter 2: You've Been Marked

Sorry for taking so long – I sent my chapter off to my beta but I haven’t heard back and I didn’t want to make you wait any longer – all mistakes are still mine!

Chapter 2: You’ve Been Marked

Hermione was sitting on the edge of her bed, holding the letter in one hand and the silver dog-tags in the other hand before she closed her eyes as a lone tear escaped, slowly making it way down her cheek.

She opened her eyes to take in the sight; she was sitting in the boys’ room in the boys’ dormitory of Hogwarts. She was at Grimmauld Place when she had Hedwig gave her the letter. The door burst opened a few seconds later to reveal Ron and Molly with their wands out, they grabbed her arms and hustled her down the stairs.

Once she reached there, she saw Dumbledore holding out a Portkey and the grave look on his face died all protest that she would have made…Harry was gone. She, wordless, accepted the Portkey.

The moment they touched Hogwarts ground, she took off running, ignoring everyone who called her name. The only thing that was running through her mind was that Harry had gone and the only thing she had left of him was the letter.

She reached Hogwarts, ran through the building until she reached the Gryffindor’s common room and tore up the stairs that led to the boys’ room and sought refuge on Harry’s bed.

Even through he hadn’ been in it for nearly two months, it didn’t make a different, it still held the smell of him and it was comforting to her as she opened the envelope to read the letter. Once she was finished, she tipped the envelope out once more, sitting up as the cold metal slid into her hand.

Hermione slipped the dog-tags around her neck and pulled out the collar of her jumper, allowing the cool material to meet her warm skin, gasping at the shock that came with it but soon the metal was warmed by her.

Hermione stood up, folding the letter and tucking it into her back pocket where it would be safe. She crossed her arms over her stomach, walking through Hogwarts once more with her head bowed.

She wore a long sleeved white jumper and a pair of blue jeans with her brown uggs boots keeping her feet warmed. Her brown hair was no longer as bushy was it used to be due to the fact that it had been tamed down into curls that reached nearly down to her waist and she wore a thin white headband, holding her hair back from her face.

Hermione thought back through everything, she had begged and pleaded with the Order of the Phoenix to bring Harry down but they had been firm in refusing that she turned to Ron only to be knocked back when he told her that it was safer for Harry to be with the Dursley thanks to the blood protection.

Hermione had opened her mouth to protest but closed it at the last minute…they didn’t know. How could they know? Harry never told them and she only found out through a major event, as much as she wanted Harry to be safe…she wasn’t going to break her word to him…she cared for him too much for that to happen.

Ron had asked her out two week when she came up and she had said yes but something was nagging at her…something she was missing big time but she couldn’t seem to get a grasp on it and now Harry’s gone…the one person who she could trust more than anyone else…even more than Ron was no longer around, he had left because there was something he needed to do.

Hermione sighed, looking up to see that she had reached statue that would led her up to the office where she would be questioned what Harry’s letter contain, she had no doubt that Mrs Weasley would be upset that Hermione was the one who got the letter…not Ron.

Hermione made her way up the stairs to Dumbledore’s office. Upon reaching the door, it opened, revealing Dumbledore standing there with a concerned look on his face. She gave him a weak smile before he stood aside, allowing her into the office.

Once she stepped in, everyone turned to look at her with an expecting look. Hermione made her way to stand next to Ron, who slipped an arm around her waist, pulling her into his body. She almost pulled away but remembered that she was dating him so it was normal for that to happen.

Shaking her head, Hermione noticed that Dumbledore was now sitting on his chair behind his desk, linking his hands together.

“As you all know, Harry Potter had left his home in the early hours – there are no signs of force so we must assume that Harry left willingly,” Dumbledore told them.

“How is that even possible?” Molly jumped in. “He was supposed to be safe at the Dursleys – why would he leave?” Dumbledore looked toward Hermione.

“I am guessing the answer is in Hermione’s letter that she had received from Harry,” Hermione sighed.

“He said that he was leaving, that there was something he needed to do if he was ever going to move forward,” Hermione explained and tugged at the chain, showing everyone the silver dog-tags. “He left them for me.” Ron’s grip on her tightened, almost possessively.

“Why would he leave you them?” asked Ron, almost dangerously.

“Because he wanted me to have something of his,” whispered Hermione. “He took everything else with him.”

“Why would he write to you and leave you something but not leave Ron anything?” Molly demanded. “Ron is his best friend, his brother.”

Dumbledore just watched the scene in front of him with a passive face. He had watched the trio’s friendship over the years and he had become worried about the youngest male Weasley – he had no understandings of friendship, he had turned his back on Harry due to jealously. He wished for fame and money yet he had things that were more valuable than material wealth.

Watching the young man become tense with anger and jealously over the fact that Hermione had received something from their best friend let him know that Ron would never get over his fear that Hermione would turn to Harry.

Frowning, Dumbledore remembered seeing Harry and Hermione being close throughout their fourth year that he thought they were on the verge of beginning something but…Ron was accepted back into their group after doing a complete turn around after the first task.

Shaking himself out of his thoughts, he looked up to see that Molly was obviously upset with what Luna was saying to her and tuned himself back in.

“…did turn his back on Harry when Harry needed him the most,” Luna explained, patience as ever as Ron’s face turned red and Molly crossed her arms and turned away from the strange girl.

Luna just turned back to Dumbledore and rolled her eyes, Dumbledore had to stifle a smile, Luna was more like her mother than she realised by Dumbledore turned serious once more.

“I think we can safely say that Harry trust Hermione with his life and didn’t want her to worry unnecessarily,” Dumbledore spoke up, taking over as he stood up. “Although we do need to find him, especially with Voldemort is now out in the open.”

“How can we do that?” Hermione pulled away from Ron’s too tight grip and moved toward the desk. “Harry told me that he received all the wills – Sirius and his parents, he could be any one of the estates he inherited and most of them are unplottable.”

“He has estates now?” Ron demanded disbelief clear in his voice. Hermione shot him a glare, not impressed with Ron’s question. Luna, on the other hand, seemed to be fixated on something.

Luna hummed as she moved closer to Hermione, tilting her head as she stared at Hermione’s covered neck.

“You’ve been marked,” Luna said, almost dreamily. Everyone turned to look at her.

“What?” Hermione asked, confused.

“A vampire has bitten you and marked you as his,” Luna explained as she reached up and pulled down the shirt collar to reveal two small raised round marks on her neck. “He has claimed you as a mate.” Hermione paled as she stumbled back, touching the mark while Ron looked at her.

“Who bit you?” snarled Ron. “Who dared to make you his mate when you are mine?” Hermione looked at him with barely concealed fury.

“Ronald Weasley – I am not a trophy to be won!” snapped Hermione.

“You are my girlfriend!” snapped back Ron. Hermione stood up, anger lining her form.

“It doesn’t matter if I’m your girlfriend or not – this happened a long time ago, what’s in the past should stay in the past but oh…not you, you just like bringing it up and flinging in my face, don’t you?” Hermione snapped and Ron backed off, he could see that she was being pushed to her temper right now and he wasn’t interested in being dumped.

“I’m sorry,” Ron apologised, contrite filling his blue eyes and tone, “I just don’t like hearing that someone had marked you, you should be a free woman.” Hermione just narrowed her eyes at him when Luna spoke up.

“Oh, she can date humans but the sex would never be as good as it is with a vampire – they are very good lovers, they have very good stamina,” Luna sighed as she remembered something.

“You’ve had sex with a vampire?” stuttered Neville and Luna nodded.

“Yes, it was in my fourth year – you wouldn’t know him though,” she looked at Hermione. “It’s not the same vampire that bit you.” Hermione couldn’t help the sigh of relief. “Did you orgasm?” Hermione looked at her, wide eyes.

“What?” Hermione hissed, unsure of where Luna was leading.

“When he marked you, did you orgasm?” Luna asked, not embarrassed. Hermione blushed.

“I don’t see what that has to do with anything,” argued Hermione.

“It’s a sign of how in tune you were with each other and how good the marking was,” Luna explained before a smile ghosted her face. “He was very good, wasn’t he?” Hermione blushed even harder.

Everyone just stared at Hermione in barely concealed shock, Ron and Neville were the only ones who had their mouth open and Hermione covered her face to hide her blush. Luna, sensing her discomfort, stepped forward and placed her hand on Hermione’s arm.

Hermione separated her fingers to look at the younger blonde girl and Luna gave her a soft smile.

“It is nothing to be ashamed of, of course it is unheard of a person to have an orgasm while being bitten but it is not rare – it only happens when the victim has accepted what is happening to her and gives herself up to the vampire,” explained Luna.

“We have a vampire walking around the school?” hissed Ron, Luna could sense fear and anger in his tone.

“Yes,” Luna said.

“How do you kill a vampire?” Ron asked and Luna shrugged as she fiddled with her necklace.

“Easily, with stakes, holy water, sunlight and beheading. They can’t enter a church due to the god and crosses and they are repelled by garlic and crosses,” Luna explained, “All the things you can read in a book if you actually bothered to study.” Ron flushed with embarrassment and anger while Dumbledore decided there was a more pressing manner.

“Who is he?” Professor Dumbledore asked. Hermione took a step back in self-defence, almost like she was trying to protect herself from an unseen assailant.

“Why do you want to know?” Hermione asked, clutching the dog tags around her neck.

“Because he is dangerous, if he is going around biting humans…”

“He only bit me and that was by accident, sort of,” Hermione told him. “He was upset and angry. I followed him and he bit me, he later explained he was feeling the bloodlust and was trying to get away from everyone to keep them safe – I followed him!” Everyone just watched her, shocked, while Luna hummed in agreement.

“He does seem like the type,” agreed Luna. “I tempted mine into biting me; I always wanted to know what it was like to be with a vampire.” Hermione cut an amused look over to the blonde.

“It’s Harry,” whispered Ginny and everyone spun around to look at her but saw that she was looking at Hermione. “Harry is a vampire and he marked you.”

“What makes you say that?” Hermione asked; her knuckles whitening as her fingers clutched the dog tags harder. Ginny motioned to the dog tags.

“Those are Harry’s dog tags,” Ginny said and everyone turned to face Hermione with shock clear on their faces.

“Is this true?” Professor Dumbledore asked and the fear on Hermione’s face was the answer he needed.

“Oh dear, the boy who lived is a vampire,” Molly sat down on the chair.

“That’s why he never told anyone!” Hermione burst out, startling everyone. “Because you see him as the Boy Who Lived he couldn’t be his true self!”

“He should have told us!” Molly snapped but Hermione shook her head.

“With the Wizarding World the way it is?” Hermione asked with a bitter laugh. “They would have killed him on the spot, regardless that he had saved them from Voldemort.”

“It’s impossible,” stuttered out Ron and everyone looked at him. “He can walk in sunlight, I saw him eat garlic bread…” Luna hummed in agreement.

“But Harry isn’t your usual Vampire,” Luna told him. “There are…certain situations that made him the way he is,” Luna explained before shaking her head as everyone made to ask more questions. “It is not my story to tell – it is Harry’s so you will have to wait if he ever comes to back and tells you.”

“Are you sure Harry is a vampire?” Neville spoke up, hesitantly and everyone looked at him. “It’s just…he doesn’t act like a vampire. I haven’t seen him go nuts when it comes to bloodlust.”

“He’s a vampire,” Hermione assured him. “I should know,” she gestured to her neck with amusement. Neville gave her a shy smile as he blushed, pleased that she hadn’t taken offence to his question. Ron watched the scene with annoyance; he didn’t find what was so funny.

Ginny just watched the scene with a pensive thought, she knew that her mother had hoped that she and Harry would get together but if Ginny was truthful, she just had a crush on the boy-who-lived and she knew that Harry’s life was dangerous, not as glamorous as people would think. She looked at her mother only to be disturbed when she saw the planning look on her face before she shook her head and turned back to look at Hermione.

“What do we do now?” Mad Eye Moody asked.

“We need to find him,” Hermione spoke up, unsure where the urgency was coming from, she just knew that Harry was in danger and that she needed to find him before something happened to him.

“Harry is a big boy, Hermione, he can take care of himself,” muttered Ron only to flinch when Hermione spurn around to face him with a look of horror and disbelief on her face.

“Harry is our best friend, Ron, and he could be out there hurt or worse and you’re saying that we shouldn’t help him?” demanded Hermione.

“He’s a vampire, Hermione, what’s the worse that can happen?” Ron asked, sourly.

“He could be starving, he could be dying, he could be in the hands of Voldemort and his death eaters,” her eyes narrowed even harder when everyone but Dumbledore and Luna flinched at Voldemort’s name, “He needs me, Ron and I won’t let him down.” Ron’s blue eyes turned hard.

“He needs you?” Ron bit out “What about me, Hermione? I’m your boyfriend but I don’t see you being attentive to me as you are to our best friend.” Hermione threw her hands into the air out of frustration and shook her head.

“I am not going to sit here and listen to your pathetic selfish whining anymore,” Hermione told him, clearly fed up with the situation she was in. “We’re over!”

Her final comment just sent the whole room into silence before Ron’s spluttering broke it.

“What?” Ron demanded.

“Get your ears cleaned,” shot back Hermione, “We are over. If you can’t accept that Harry is going to be an important part in my life and that he is your best friend, I don’t want you in our lives.”

“Oh, that’s just brilliant,” snapped Ron. “You are dumping me because of Harry – he gets the money and the frame and now he gets my girlfriend!” Hermione just arched an eyebrow at her ex-boyfriend’s pathetic tantrum and wondered what possessed her to say yes when he asked her.

“Oh, that’s a shocker. Ronald Bilius Weasley hears something he doesn’t like and starts throwing a tantrum out of jealously that Harry Potter is getting everything he wants…money, frame and now the girl,” mocked Hermione.

“Miss Granger!” gasped McGonagall, scandalized at what her favourite student was doing. Never in her life had she ever heard Hermione speak to anyone like that.

“What?” bit out Hermione, her fear for Harry making her reckless and out of control. Luna’s hand came down on Hermione’s arm and she tugged gently, drawing the older woman’s attention to her.

“We should go Hermione, you need to walk off your anger,” Luna told her. Hermione was about to protest but the hard glint in Luna’s usually dreamy and soft eyes made her think twice and she gave a short nod before she followed the blonde out of the room, leaving the destruction behind.

They went down the stairs, both of them walking in silence when something struck her and she stopped in her tracks. Luna stopped as well and turned to face the older girl, wondering if she was going to ask the question.

“Who bit you?” Hermione asked and Luna sighed happily at the memories.

“Draco Malfoy,”

TBC

Shocker – bet you didn’t see that coming!

3. Chapter 3: He's Your Pet

Chapter 3: He’s Your Pet

Draco Malfoy was humming to himself as he walked through the hallways of Hogwarts, making his way to his common room when he heard rapid footsteps coming up from behind him.

Turning around, he saw Hermione hurrying toward him, looking like her cat had been set on fire and she was looking for the person responsible. He was fully expecting her to walk on by only for surprise to flicker over his expression when the muggleborn witch stopped in front of him, placing her hands on her hips as she glared at him.

“What do you want, Granger?” Draco asked in a bored tone.

“Where’s Harry?” Hermione asked and Draco arched an eyebrow.

“Why are you asking me?” asked Draco, “he’s your pet.”

“I know you are a vampire, Malfoy, tell me where Harry is,” Hermione ordered. Draco eyed her for a few minutes before frowning.

“He marked you,” Hermione blushed but continued to glare at him. Draco sniffed the air around her, his grey eyes flashing dark blue, startling Hermione, before he grabbed her elbow and dragged her into an empty classroom.

“What are you doing?!” demanded Hermione as she yanked her arm out of Draco’s hand, turning around to glare at him even harder.

“You have numerous memory charms on you,” explained Draco as he closed the door, locking it to prevent anyone from coming in. “You have been oblivated and had your memory modified many times.” Hermione stepped back in horror and fear, shaking her head in denial before she met his cool gaze with a steady one of hers.

“Can you remove them?” Draco nodded. “Do it.” Draco lifted his hand, palm facing Hermione before a bright white light hit her, sending her falling backward.

It felt like a locked door had opened, all her memories she thought were real slowly replaced themselves with her real memories.

It all started from their fourth year when Harry had been out-casted by his peers and the Wizarding Worlds thanks to everyone believing that he had entered his name in the Goblet of Fire.

“It’s going to be okay, Harry,” Hermione soothed. She was sitting next to him under the big tree near the lake.

“Really?” whispered Harry as he just stared out at the lake and Hermione nodded, reaching over to place her hand over Harry’s. Harry turned to face hers and his green eyes met her brown ones.

“They will come round, they always do,” Hermione whispered and Harry chuckled bitterly.

“I don’t care about the Wizarding World,” Harry told her, startling her, “They care for nothing but themselves and their rules – they allowed Tom Riddle to rise up as Voldemort,” Harry shook his head, “It’s Ron – he’s supposed to be my best friend yet he can’t even believe that I never put my name in the goblet.” Hermione’s hand slid up Harry’s shoulder as she shifted so she was facing him more fully.

“He’ll come round,” whispered Hermione, unsure and Harry shot her a crooked grin.

“Really?” asked Harry before he shook his head, “Even if he does, how am I supposed to trust him? He turned his back on me when I needed him – you see why I never told him about me being a vampire, he’ll probably just take it as something that he doesn’t have.” Harry hung his head and Hermione sighed sadly as she stared at her best friend, unsure how to comfort him when he needed it and cursed Ron in her head for doing this to their best friend.

Hermione opened her mouth to say something when Harry lifted his head and both of them locked eyes, her words dying on her lips. Her tongue peeked out and licked her bottom lip as she watched Harry’s eyes darken at the movement.

Harry leaned in and pressed his lips against hers. Hermione gasped at first but kissed him back, her other hand sliding up his arm until they linked around his neck. Harry slid his arms around her waist and pulled her onto his lap so she was straddling him. Her robes were parted and pushed as side so Harry’s hands could rove over her curves.

“Oh…this is crazy,” Hermione moaned, her head tipping backward as Harry’s hot lips met her neck, doing crazy things to her. She could feel his face changing as his lips met her pulse and the fangs tracing a line over the marks that she had gotten from him back in their third year.

“You make me want to do crazy things,” growled Harry as he thrusted his hips into hers and she gasped in pleasure as she rocked her hips downward. “Every time I see you, I just want to take you against the wall.”

“Oh,” Hermione brought her head up and kissed him once more, fuelled on by the image Harry had conjured up in her, they rocked their hips together, seeking pleasure as Harry pressed their upper bodies together.

One of Harry’s hands slid up from her hip to cup her breast and he rubbed his thumb over the hard pebble under her shirt, drawing delightful shivers from the girl in his arms as she pressed down harder. His other hand slid down her skirt covered thigh until it met the soft skin and slid back up under the skirt till he reached the elastic band of her knickers and followed it around to the front and over her knickers until he could feel the dampness.

“Harry…” moaned Hermione as Harry pressed his thumb against the hard nub hidden beneath her panties and that sent her over, muffling her screams into his mouth as he grunted, his climax hitting him fast and hard.

Hermione slumped against him, breaking their kiss and her head was resting on his shoulder as she shuddered, trying to come down form her high while Harry pulled his hands away from her breasts and under her skirt, returning them to her waist.

“Oh my god,” Hermione stiffened before she sat up straight and looked around her, self-consciously while Harry just watched her with a satisfied yet amused smile, “Are we crazy? We just did that out in the open, Harry!” she turned to face him and glared at his smile, “You are such a bad influence on me!”

“Better to be the devil than an angel,” teased Harry as he reached up and kissed her, softly, “Beside, it was about time – when a vampire marked his mate, they usually take them as well.” Hermione gaped at him before she blushed as understanding dawned on her.

“Oh,” she shifted off his lap to sit next to him, “You’ve never really explained the whole marking thing to me.” Harry nodded.

“I know – we were already on shaky grounds that when we patched our friendship up, I didn’t want to risk upsetting you any more,” Harry told her and Hermione sighed as she reached out and took his hand.

“I want to know Harry, its part of me as well,” she looked into his green eyes with her pleading brown ones and he nodded.

“When a vampire takes a mate, it means for life – there is only one mate per lifetime. A mate is someone who isn’t a vampire but has accepted the life they would receive. It means your lifetime is expanded, you will age more slowly and are more immune to diseases – if you have a family history, I can’t save you unless I turn you – which I refuse to do,” Harry explained.

“Can you have children?” Hermione asked and Harry nodded.

“Yes – by being a half vampire, my human side still works, I can produce children,” Harry assured her and Hermione nodded, Harry touched her cheek, “I don’t expect you to become my mate, Hermione, a mate can be with a human – this is a precaution in case the vampire dies or something happened.” Hermione cupped her hand over Harry’s cheek.

“I’ve been your best friend for nearly four years, I have stuck by your side through thick and thin, you are insane,” Hermione, softly, scolded Harry. “I’m not going to leave you, I’m yours – I’ve been yours since you marked me and I don’t regret it.”

Hermione leaned in and kissed him, assuring him that it was her choice and she had made it. Harry kissed her back, cupping the other cheek as both of them celebrated their love.

They had kept their relationship a secret up until the night before the first task where a bright light had hit them out of nowhere.

The next thing happened, they were at the train station, Hermione had told Harry that they would see each other really soon before she leaned in and kissed his cheek. Both of them froze at that point as desire rose up and they looked at each other with an unreadable expression before they separated…they had something they needed to talk about.

They had shared letters all summer, Dumbledore had allowed them this, understanding that Harry and Hermione understood the dangers and would be smart enough not to reveal anything in their letters…it worked, until Harry arrived at Grimmauld place for the summer.

“We need to talk,” Harry whispered to Hermione as she gave him one of her bone crushing hug. Hermione nodded against his neck before they pulled away. She looked around and saw that Ron had been called away before she took Harry’s hand and they hurried up the stairs to a room Hermione had cleaned as much as she could, she knew there was a bed in it.

Once they reached the room, Harry closed the door with his foot, spinning Hermione around into his embrace and he kissed her. There was a soft popping sound as the door was locked with a locking charm but neither of them noticed it as Harry walked Hermione backward toward the bed.

They had eagerly divested each other of their clothing, leaving their underwear on. They were being driven by a need, a need they didn’t understand but welcomed all the same. Harry’s hands were roaming all over Hermione’s body, eagerly tasting her skin.

Hermione’s hands weren’t idle; they were roaming all over Harry’s back as he shifted himself so he was lying on top of her.

Hermione moaned as she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him in closer to her as he rubbed against her harder. He removed her bra so he could feel her bare breasts against his chest before cupping a breast and leaning down to lave his tongue around the nipple and sucked the harden nub into his mouth.

Hermione just bucked her hips into his as she slid her hands down his boxers, curling them over his ass as she pulled him down harder into her as Harry moved to shower the other breast with attention.

“I need more, Harry,” pleaded Hermione as she rubbed herself harder against him, almost like a cat with a scratching post. Harry shifted himself off to the side as he helped to divest Hermione of her last barrier, her panties. Hermione helped Harry to be rid of his boxers before she admired him but Harry had kissed her again, drawing her attention away from his cock.

Harry plunged two fingers into her, drawing a muffled moan of pleasure as her walls tightened around him. He circled her clit with his thumb, drawing and thrusting his fingers into her, mimicking what he really wanted to do to her.

Hermione’s hand wrapped itself around Harry’s cock, stroking him and rubbing her thumb around the head as she tried to remember what she had read in the books she had collected since having the erotic dreams of Harry.

Harry angled his fingers and Hermione broke the kiss as her head fell back, gasping as she could feel him brushing past the sensitive spot inside of her before he flicked his thumb over her clit, drawing her climax out.

Once she was finished, Harry pulled his fingers out of her and licked her juices off his fingers with Hermione watching him before he removed her, still, stroking hand from him and shifted so he was on top of her, his cock lined at her entrance. He looked at her and she nodded, pulling him down for another hard kiss.

Harry was about to enter her when the door slammed open and a bright light hit them.

The next memories had Harry and Hermione making out everywhere they could, they made out in the Room of Requirements; they made out when Hermione helped to get through to Harry when he locked himself in his room, when Harry had kissed Cho only to get the disastrous kiss and Hermione more than made up for it.

The last memory was of Ron screaming at her and Harry, his face red with anger before he raised his wand and shouted ‘Oblivate!’ sending a bright light to both of them, removing the memory and changing them to suit his needs.

Hermione awoke with a gasp before a pained groan escaped from her as she lifted a hand to place on her throbbing head. She could feel that she was now on a bed compared to the hard stone she had fallen upon and a quick look around told her that she was now in a room.

“Here,” a hand appeared in front of her with a cup of potion. Hermione followed the hand till she met Luna’s soft gaze standing next to the bed. Sitting up showed that Draco was reclining on the chair at the end of the bed, near the wall.

“What happened?” Hermione took the potion, instinctively knowing it was the wizarding world version of a painkiller and took it in two quick gulps before grimacing as she placed the cup to the side.

“You passed out,” Draco took over as Luna made her way over to him, sliding onto his lap, curling an arm over his shoulder while he slid an arm over her waist, holding her to his body. “I guess they changed a lot of memories as you were out of it for a long time.” Hermione looked away as tears stung the back of her eyes over the betrayal. She had trusted Ron and Mrs. Weasley, to find that they had done this…it hurt her more than she wished to say.

“How did you know?” Hermione asked; her head still turned away.

“Because you asked me where Harry is,” Draco said. Hermione turned to face him with a confused look. “A marked victim will always know where her mate is – all they have to do is close their eyes, concentrate on her mate and she would know the exact location of where he is – you asking me where your mate was means you had been modified.”

“How could I not do it before?” Hermione asked before she frowned, her memories bringing up times when she just knew where Harry was without asking anyone. Draco gave her a smirk.

“If you can’t remember, you can’t do anything,” Draco reminded and she sighed before she bowed her tears as tears filled her eyes once more, she had been betrayed the people she trusted.

Harry had been betrayed by someone he considered as a brother and an adoptive mother; she didn’t know how she was going to explain this to Harry. He had lived with so much but to hear that someone he trusted had oblivated his memories just because they didn’t want the two of them together broke her heart.

“Oh Hermione,” whispered Luna as she moved off Draco and sat on the bed, pulling the older woman into one arm hug.

“What happened?” Draco leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. He knew that she had been memory charmed many times but wondered who had done it and why.

“Harry and I gave into our desire to be together,” Hermione whispered, “It started in our fourth year when everyone turned their backs on Harry. We were left alone and it got harder to fight our desire that we gave in but Ron caught up and oblivated us.” Draco sat back in his chair in shock while Luna’s blue gaze hardened. “We didn’t do anything else because Ron was always around us but the kiss I gave him on the cheek after our fourth year started up our desire once more. We exchanged letters and when Harry came up for the summer, we found a place and made out but Mrs. Weasley caught up and oblivated us as well.” Draco and Luna exchanged hard looks – they had always been wary about Ron but to hear that Mrs. Weasley had been involved as well sent shocks through them.

Hermione let out a bitter laugh. “It didn’t stop us,” admitted Hermione and they looked at her once more, “We kept making out, there was this need that was driving us together and Ron kept catching us to change our memories – we lost almost two years thank to that bastard!” Hermione screamed as she grabbed the glass and threw it across the room, hearing it shattered when it hit the wall.

Hermione stood up and paced the room, she noticed that they were now in Gryffindor’s girls’ dormitory but pushed it out of her mind as she tried to deal with the betrayal that she and Harry had suffered at the hands of someone they had trusted with their lives.

Luna moved back over to Draco and sat down on his lap once more as they watched Hermione pace, obviously unhappy with the situation.

“I mean, its just pathetic – Ron only did it because he wanted us to be together and Molly did it so she would have her happy Weasley family – whatever happened to what Harry and I wanted or is that not allowed?” ranted Hermione. The pain was getting worse but she just assumed that it was the after effects of the memory charms.

Shaking it off, she stopped and turned to face Draco and Luna, who were eyeing her closely as they could, they could see that her face was turning white and she was swallowing painfully while her hands clenched into fists that her knuckles were turning white.

Hermione opened her mouth only for the pain to intensify, shooting through her stomach, stealing her breath as she groaned, clutching her stomach as she bent over; before she fell to her knees, sweat budding along her hairline as she tried to breathe through the pain. Luna got off Draco and hurried over to Hermione, kneeling down beside here while Draco sat up sat up straight.

“What? What’s wrong?” Draco demanded, worry clear in his tone.

“It’s Harry…he’s in pain,” sobbed Hermione, “I can feel him, he’s trying to fight the pain but it’s making it worse!”

“Sh,” Luna soothed as she rocked the sobbing girl before she looked at Draco and he nodded. They needed to find Harry and fast, if what Hermione was saying, then Harry was going to a Bloodlust Event and would need his mate if he was going to be satisfied.

“So…do you know where Potter is or do you still want me to be your little bloodhound?” Draco asked. Hermione gave him a watery amused smile at his attempt of a joke.

“I know where he is,” she told them and Draco’s smirk grew into a smile, Hermione was startled to see that his canines had grown into fangs.

“Good – now let’s go and get your mate so we can get this train back on track – obviously the two of you need a good shag to get all this out of your system,” Draco stood up and patted Luna on the ass. “Be a good girl and help her pack – I’ll meet you at our secret spot.”

“Whatever you say…master,” purred Luna as she gave lustful eyes over her shoulder. Draco just winked before he left the room and Luna turned back to Hermione, who was watching them with amusement. “Vampires are highly sexual people – they will take you in the Great Hall with everyone watching as long as they get their need sated.”

“Oh,” Hermione just uttered as she watched Luna head over to Hermione’s drawers, humming. There was obviously a lot she needed to learn about vampires. Luna pulled out a bunch of clothes from the drawers and headed over to the trunk that Hermione had opened and placed her books into the trunk.

The order had brought their stuff over during the transportation; Dumbledore didn’t feel it was safe for them to stay where they were. He wanted them to be in Hogwarts where it was safer for them when something hit Hermione.

“Wait a minute,” started Hermione and Luna looked at her. “What is Draco doing here during the summer?”

“He is here for his protection, Lucius is not exactly father material so Dumbledore allowed him to stay here over the summer – Snape is looking after him,” Luna explained as she finished packing the suitcase. “Draco can it explain it more to you if you want more answers.”

Hermione stared at the young female before she sat down on the bed, still looking at Luna.

“How did you know that he was a vampire?” Hermione asked, “I mean, I only found out about Harry through him biting me.” Luna sat down next to Hermione as her blue eyes took on a dreamy look.

“I can always tell when there is something different about a person,” Luna started, “it’s due to their aura, Draco and Harry have similar auras due to being a vampire but there are differences in it as they are separate people. Both of them act the same, they avoid people as much as they can – this helps them with the blood lust, they are strong in their own right that people actually look up to them whenever they need help.” Hermione nodded as she remembered. “And they’re both hot,” Hermione let out a shocked laugh as she looked at Luna wide eyes, Luna just gave her a smile, shrugging.

“You are shameless,” Hermione told her and Luna laughed as she stood up.

“You will find that being with a vampire gives you more confidence,” Luna explained. “They are very sexual people; they will teach you how to love yourself.” Hermione started to blush as she remembered how far she and Harry had gotten, they had almost slept together when Molly burst in and she could remember the frustration that accompanied it, Harry was very good with his hands and mouth and it just made her desperate for more.

They had almost slept together when Molly interrupted them and rudely changed their memories – she wanted to scream, she wanted to throw something, she wanted to find Harry and make him take her like he was going to.

Luna finished packing Hermione things and turned to look at her only to see that she was sitting on the bed, staring out of the window with teary eyes and felt her heart break for the brunette, she couldn’t imagine what it was like to be with the one you love and have your memories constantly changed because two people couldn’t accept it.

Luna sat down next to Hermione and placed an arm around Hermione’s shoulders, drawing her into a side-way hug, comforting her.

“I can’t imagine what Harry will be like,” Hermione whispered, “He was so hurt when Ron turned his back on him back in forth year, to find that Ron played a part in changing our memories will hurt him even more.”

“He has you,” Luna whispered, “He already knows Ron isn’t as trustworthy as he used to be – yes, he will be hurt and yes, he will feel betrayed but he knows it was all worth it because it helped you to realise that you love each other and you had chosen to be with each other.”

“He’s in so much pain,” Hermione whispered, tearfully, “I can feel it; it feels like it’s tearing him apart.” Luna just hushed her as she rubbed her hand up and down Hermione’s arm.

“He will be okay once we find him,” assured Luna before she straightened Hermione up, “But we need to go now.” Hermione nodded as she wiped her tears away and took deep breath to calm herself before casting a shrinking spell on her trunk and placed it in her pocket.

The two girls left Gryffindor’s common room and Luna led the way to meet up with Draco near the girls’ toilet. Draco gave them a short nod when he saw them.

“You ready?” Draco asked and Hermione nodded before frowning.

“How do we exactly find Harry?” Hermione asked and Draco grinned as he pulled Harry’s dog-tags from around Hermione’s neck and held it in front of her.

“These are in tune to our blood – all you have to do is think about Harry and it will transport you to him,” Draco explained.

“Oh,” uttered Hermione, shocked as she took the dog-tags into her hands, rubbing her thumb over Harry’s name before she pinned Draco with a glare. “You and Harry are going to answer all of my questions,” she warned and Draco gave her a mock salute.

“Whatever you say Ma’am,” drawled Draco, getting giggles from Luna and a glare from Hermione as all three took a hold of the dog-tags. Hermione closed her eyes and concentrated on Harry before she sighed.

“Harry…” all three of them disappeared with a white flash, unnoticed by the castle and its occupants.

TBC

Ron’s a bad guy – will wonders ever cease?

Is it wrong of me to love Draco?

4. Chapter 4: Too Far Gone

A lot of things are explained in this story but not everything.

Chapter 4: Too Far Gone

“Do you believe that mudblood bitch?” raged Ron as he stormed through the hallways of Hogwarts looking for his ex-girlfriend. Molly walked along with him.

“She is just upset and worried about Harry dear, I’m sure once she’s calmed down, she will be willing to be your girlfriend once more,” assured Molly and Ron growled.

“She better be,” warned Ron, “I have waited far too long for her and I’m not letting Potter get something that belongs to me.” Molly nodded, agreeing with her son. “Though, how the hell can he be a Vampire? I’m supposed to be his best friend, a brother yet he never told me?”

“I’m sure he was trying to protect himself and you from getting hurt,” Molly soothed her son. “I mean, he would have thought that you could have been killed for knowing and being friends with a vampire.” Ron thought about it for a moment before he nodded.

“Yeah, that sounds a lot like Potter, always wanting to protect his friends,” Ron agreed before he stopped in his tracks and gave a frustrated grunt. “Looks like Hermione and Loony aren’t here – we’d better report back to Professor Dumbledore.” Molly gave a short nod of agreement and they walked back to the office.

Dumbledore was sitting on his chair with his chin resting on his linked fingers as he gazed into the fire with a thoughtful yet far away look in his blue eyes. He was alone in the office while the others went looking for Hermione and Luna. He decided to take a trip down memory lane.

Dumbledore rushed through the streets at a high pace. He had felt young Harry in danger and he needed to seek out the young boy, hoping that a Death Eater had not found him where he was supposed to be safe.

Dumbledore’s heart almost stopped when he saw the young boy lying on the ground completely soaked through from the pounding rain. There was a figure leaning over the boy, their hand on the boy’s neck, obviously checking for a pulse.

“There is no need to try and kill me,” the man said without looking behind him. Dumbledore stopping his wand from rising higher as he stared at the man’s back. “I am not hurting him.”

The man stood up and turned to face Dumbledore. Dumbledore gaped at the image revealed to him through the moonlight that shone in between the clouds. The man had spiky black hair and deep blue eyes…he had fangs appearing over his bottom lips.

Dumbledore gasped as understanding dawned on him and he looked toward Harry, who was still lying on the ground, to see twin punctures on his neck. His blood was still leaking from the wounds but not as serious as it could have been.

“You bit him,” Dumbledore whispered and the Vampire tilted his head, curious.

“I had to…otherwise he would have never survived the night,” the vampire told him before shaking his head. “Do not fear, he will not become a full vampire, I am not that heartless despite what you wizards think of vampires.”

“What will he become?” Dumbledore asked.

“A half vampire, one that that is immune to all vampire weakness apart from the bloodlust, that will be enhance by two extra days – he will go through the bloodlust for three days a month – be warned that he should not be around anyone at those times. If he does bite someone, they will become his mate and that is irreversible and he will not be able to use his wand to it’s full extent as he is now a half vampire, half human meaning his core is not as bound as a normal wizard,” the vampire explained. “Teach him of our ways – it will serve him when the time comes.”

“I do not understand,” Dumbledore told him and the vampire sighed as he looked down at the still dazed boy before looking at Dumbledore.

“We must get him back to his house, he must be rested if he is to have a chance,” he held up his hand, “I will explain everything once we have him safe.”

They reached the Dursleys’ house. Dumbledore put a sleeping charm over the house to ensure that the Dursleys would not awake during the night and catch them before he led the way into the living room.

The vampire, carrying Harry, placed the young boy on the couch and pulled a cover over him to keep him warm before both men took a seat. Dumbledore pointed his wand at the fireplace and muttered an spell that got the fire roaring, heating up the room quickly than a usual fire would.

“Will you now explain?” asked Dumbledore and the vampire sighed as he looked into the fire to gather his thoughts before he spoke.

“Eleven years ago, I bumped into a sixteen year old girl with amazing green eyes, she had red hair and seemed wise before her age,” Dumbledore paled as the implication grew in his mind, “I knew straight away then that she would bear the child that would help to bring down the evil known as Voldemort.”

“How could you have known?” Dumbledore asked. “Vampire can’t use magic – they have no magical core.”

“Ah, but we are capable of doing spells as long as we have the right ingredients and chants,” vampire reminded, “I know of a seer – she is a close…friend of mine,” Dumbledore knew that he meant lover, “She had a vision of this event coming to past – she even knew when it would happen so I sought out the girl…Lily Evans. I told her that she would be faced with a choice and ask her what she would have done if faced with such choice – she gave me an answer and I accepted.”

“You knew that she would die on Halloween?” Dumbledore whispered and the vampire nodded, “And you say that she also knew?” the vampire nodded again, “Why would she not warn us?”

“Because it was inevitable,” the vampire explained before sighing, “Everything has its path – Lily was meant to sacrifice her life to save her son – that was never going to change despite what people may have thought. I warned her of the consequences of giving her life up for her son…that she would invoke the blood ritual and only her blood would be able to protect him…meaning that Harry would only be allowed to go to family members that shares her blood.”

“She knew that the Dursleys would be the ones to get Harry,” Dumbledore whispered and the vampire nodded.

“She was distraught, she didn’t want her son to grow up in a household that hated magic, she knew that Vernon would abuse her son but she wanted her son to live, to have the chance of life and love that I couldn’t refuse her when she asked me of something,” the Vampire explained and Dumbledore started to pale.

“No…she wouldn’t…” Dumbledore stumbled but met the grave cold blue eyes of the vampire.

“She begged me to save her son if the chance ever came down to it. I had been worried as I was a full vampire and if I were to bite him and sire him, he would become a full vampire, ending the Potters’ line. She had been torn, she didn’t want her son to be defenceless but she didn’t want her son to be robbed of his chance of having children so she worked and researched until she came up with a way for me to turn him into a half-vampire. This would ensure Harry would be able to have children, walk in the sunlight and have no weakness. But the downfalls were that the bloodlust would enhance by an extra two days and his magical core would no longer be bounded as vampires have no magical core – his magic can no longer be bound by his wand. He can do wandless magic but only to an extent as it will kill him to use his magic for a long period of time,” the vampire explained. “You are looking at the result of a woman’s love for a child that hadn’t existed at the time and only tripled when she found out that she was pregnant and heard of the prophecy.”

“Why would she not tell us any of this?” Dumbledore asked as he gazed into the fire.

“She feared for her child’s life,” the vampire explained. Dumbledore looked at him. “People do not always act rational. All she knew was that her future child was going to be in danger. I knew Voldemort would die that night when he would face Harry but I also knew that he would come back.”

“But Harry already had the power that Voldemort doesn’t know,” Dumbledore protested and the vampire shrugged.

“Like I said, everything has its path and you shouldn’t try and change it,” the vampire warned. “Fate does not like that.”

“This…Seer,” the vampire nodded, “She sees everything?” Dumbledore asked and the vampire nodded once more. “Can I see her?”

“No,” the vampire cut him off. “She will see no one.” Dumbledore narrowed his eyes at him before he nodded, letting it go. He knew when to push and when to leave it alone.

“What are you going to do with Harry?” Dumbledore asked.

“He will have to stay here,” the vampire told him. “The blood wards will still protect him while he still has his mother’s blood inside of him but you need teach him when he comes to Hogwarts – it is vital.” He stood up along with Dumbledore, pulled out something from his jacket pocket, and held his hand out toward Dumbledore.

Dumbledore held his hand out, palm up, curious to what the vampire would be giving him.

“Give him this,” the vampire dropped the dog tags into the old man’s hand. Dumbledore looked at it carefully, one tag had Harry’s name printed along it and the other said ‘sired by:’ Dumbledore looked up at him, confused. “This will allow Harry to contact me despite the fact that he doesn’t know who I am.”

“Why dog-tags?” asked Dumbledore.

“It lets another vampire know that their victim already belongs to another vampire and prevents them from biting them,” the vampire explained. “Every vampire has one apart from the Master because they are the first the walk among the earth.” He pulled out his dog-tags but cleverly hid his name. Dumbledore looked at the dog-tags in his hands.

“Why won’t you tell me your name?” Dumbledore asked.

“Because there is a bounty on my head and it is safer for all of us if no one knows who I am,” the vampire said before he bowed his head and left the room altogether, leaving Dumbledore alone with his thoughts.

Dumbledore turned to face the still unconscious boy lying on the bed and sighed sadly to him.

“This was not the life I wished for you,” he whispered before he left, leaving Harry alone to deal with his new-found abilities.

Dumbledore was shaken out of his thoughts when the door opened and he looked up to see the Order along with the Weasleys making their way into the room and turned back to his duty of the headmaster and leader of the Order.

“They are gone,” Ron spoke up. “Hermione and Luna are nowhere to be found.” Dumbledore turned to look at Snape and he nodded as well.

“Hm, it looks like they have gone off to find Harry by themselves,” Dumbledore told them before frowning as he turned to look out of the window. “The question is…will they come back?”

The building itself was a large two floor cottage. It was looking much run down and it was in the middle of a village that seemed to be mostly abandoned.

Draco looked at the building in front of him with a look of displeasure. Luna was smiling, inwardly, to herself at Draco’s look while Hermione looked at the building with a determined look.

“Are you sure he is here?” Draco asked, pulling his blue eyes away from the building and over to Hermione. Hermione huffed as she turned to face him.

“For the fifth time, yes!” she told him, exasperated and Draco held his hands up in surrender.

“I was just asking!” Draco defended himself before looking at the building. “It doesn’t look like a place Potter would go and hide out in.”

“That is the point,” Luna spoke up, drawing Hermione and Draco’s attention, “People are more likely to skip a place they think Harry wouldn’t hide out in.”

“Huh,” Draco looked at the building once more. “I guess Granger has been rubbing off on him more than I thought.” He winced when he felt a sharp nudge to his ribs and the cold glare from Hermione.

“Let’s just find him,” Hermione growled as she stalked over to the door and pushed it open. All three of them stepped into the hallway, taking in the sights of the peeling and fading wallpapers.

Shattered glass, from the frames and mirrors, covered the hallway floor. The furniture in the living room had been shattered; splintered woods were all over the place. The fireplace was cracked; it looked like someone had taken their fists and feet to the tiles.

“Merlin…” whispered Draco as he looked at the place, he had never witnessed such carnage before. It looked like a trapped wolf tore the place apart trying to get out.

“We need to find Harry,” Hermione told them as she pulled her gaze away from the scene and over to the stairs, they could see breaks in the plaster. “Oh Harry…” They reached the top of the stairs and found it was just the same as it was down the stairs.

Each room they passed were in ruins; glass glittered on the ground, crunching under their shoes as they walked down the hallway until they reached the last bedroom.

Hermione pushed the door open and stepped in only to stop in her tracks when she spotted Harry curled in the corner. He was in full vamp mode, his green eyes flecked with deep red; the room was in ruins. The tables, chairs and bookshelves all smashed to pieces. There were ripped bed sheets on the bed; they had not been ripped that much, just tears about.

“Oh Harry,” whispered Hermione as she hurried over to him. She knelt down beside him and placed a hand on his arm only for him to snarl and jerk away from her. Draco whistled as he looked around the destroyed room.

“My, my, my, I’ve never seen a bloodlust event like this before,” Draco muttered, drawing Hermione’s attention.

“Bloodlust event?” parroted Hermione and Draco nodded.

“When a vampire goes through a bloodlust – they can range from minimal to dangerous – dangerous is where a vampire has lost his mind. Harry is close to losing his mind so he needs blood,” explained Draco.

“That’s it?” Hermione asked, confused. Luna arched an eyebrow at her lover, waiting for him to expand and Draco sighed.

“He needs his mate’s blood but there is a chance that you would fall into bed as well so – you need to be prepared either way,” Draco explained, “That’s what was urging you all along, the need to mate.”

“I don’t care,” Hermione spoke up and they looked at her. “It’s Harry, he needs me, and I’m not going to lose him.” Luna and Draco gave her short nods before they looked each other, coming to a plan.

“We’ll go and replace the house as much as we can,” Luna looked up at Draco, who nodded, catching her meaning before they looked at Hermione.

“Harry should be alright after feeding – just make sure he gets some sleep,” Draco told her and Hermione nodded in understanding. Draco left the room with Luna following him but she stopped at the doorway.

“Oh!” Luna turned to face Hermione, “You might want to remove your top and remove your bra strap. If you don’t, the blood can stain your clothes.” Hermione shot her a thankful look before Luna left the room, closing the door.

Hermione turned back to Harry before she pulled her jumper off and threw it over a chair that was still standing and pulled down the bra strap before she straddled Harry’s hips. Harry bucked up into her but she managed to calm him by sliding her hand into his hair, cupping the back of his head.

Harry let out a low growl as she, slowly, guided him over to her neck, his red-flecked green eyes eying the pulse under her skin with a hungry expression.

“I love you,” Hermione whispered before she slammed Harry’s face into her neck and gasped when his fangs entered her jugular once more through the marks he had already made.

Blood rippled down the back of her neck as she tilted her head to the side, one of Harry’s hands coming up to hold it in the correct position. He sat up straighter, his arm slipping around her waist, pulling her in further, pressing her against his body.

“Harry…” moaned Hermione as he suckled in time with her heart before he pulled away from her, flicking his tongue over the wounds, encouraging it to heal. Harry lifted his head and took her lips into his.

All of his memories had came back to him and he was furious at Ron and Molly for doing that but he wasn’t going to let it get in his way, he had Hermione back in his arms and she wasn’t going to get away from him.

Harry stood up, his arms sliding around Hermione’s waist as she wrapped her legs around him, holding on to him as she kissed him passionately. She gasped when she felt the cool hard wall against her back and Harry pulling away from her.

“You’re mine,” he growled before he kissed her again, ripping her bra away from her body to bare herself to him.

“Yes,” Hermione moaned as Harry broke the kiss to taste her neck, greedily licking up the blood that had spilled during his feeding. He reached one of her nipples and sucked it into his mouth, relishing in the way her hips bucked up into his, pressing against his hardness as much as she could, trying to ease the ache deep inside of her.

Harry moved onto her other nipple, treating it the same before he pulled away and unhooked Hermione’s legs from his waist and helped her to steady herself before he unbuttoned her jeans and pulled down the zipper, the rasp sound was loud in the silence among their heavy breathing.

“Harry…” Hermione watched in confusion as Harry shot her a smirk, kneeling and pulling her jeans down. He helped her to remove her boots and jeans, leaving her clad in her red panties. He admired her for a few minutes before he reached up and removed her panties, drew one leg over his shoulder and leaned in.

“Harry…Oh!” Hermione’s head fell back when she felt Harry’s tongue touch her centre, lapping up at the slick juices and encouraging her to make more.

One of Hermione’s hand went to Harry’s hair, curling in his black locks as her other hand reached above her, curling around the curve of the wall lamp. Harry helped to spread her other leg out so he could access her centre even more.

Harry slid two fingers into her, flicking his tongue over her clit, teasing her, and thrusting his fingers in and out of her. Hermione arched up in pleasure when Harry, gently, scraped his teeth over the sensitive bud.

“Oh…Harry!” Hermione screamed as her body stiffened against him, her hands tightening around the metal of the lamp and in his hair. Harry continued to lick her and thrust his fingers into her.

Once Hermione came down from her high, she pushed Harry’s hand and mouth away from her, too sensitive for the assault to continue. Harry pulled away from her and slid up her body, kissing her.

Hermione moaned when she tasted herself on him. She gripped his shirt and spun them around so he was against the wall and she ripped his shirt, exposing his golden skin that were marred by white scars due to numerous of attacks, all ranging from his childhood throughout Hogwarts.

Harry could not help but smirk when he realised that his little bookworm was beginning to become a wildcat in the heat. She removed his now torn shirt from his body and threw it across the room before running her hands over his muscles.

Hermione’s hands reached his jeans and unbuttoned it before pulling the zippers down only to lick her lips when she saw that he had gone commando. She flicked a lusty look up at Harry through her eyelashes as she knelt down, pulling his jeans down and removed it from his body.

Reaching a hand up, she cupped his cock, admiring him as she stroked him. She leaned in to take in everything. She barely had the chance to see him the last time and she was intent on making it last this time.

As she admired him, Harry’s hands slid themselves into her hair, relishing in the feel of her soft curls once more when a drop of semen seeped out, startling Hermione, and arousing her curiosity as she moved in and flicked her tongue over it, eager to taste it.

Harry’s head tilted backward as a guttural moan escaped his throat when Hermione took him into his mouth, using her hand to cover the part she could not take in. Using her hand and mouth together, she began sucking him.

It did not take long for Harry to explode, just the feel of her wet mouth and exploring tongue around him. Hermione swallowed him and continued to suck him, cleaning him up.

Harry pulled her off his cock and pulled her back up his body before he kissed her hard, tasting himself on her and growing hard once more.

“Wow,” Hermione pulled away to look down at Harry’s hardness. She knew that teenagers had stamina but she had never heard of one getting hard so soon after having an orgasm.

“Perks of being a vampire,” explained Harry as he took her lips back into his, pulling her body into his before he backed her up toward the bed, wanting to complete their bond.

Hermione moaned as she wrapped her arms around Harry’s neck before jumping up into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist so her heat was at his stomach.

“I’m too far gone Hermione,” mumbled Harry as he pressed her down on the bed. “Tell me to stop if you really want me to.”

“Don’t,” begged Hermione as she pulled him down further on her “Take me.” Harry growled as he spread her legs for her and settled between her legs. He dipped a finger into her, testing her only to nip at her neck when he felt her answering heat and decided that she was more than ready.

He shifted himself so his cock pressed against her heat before he slid in; taking his time, as he knew that she was a virgin. When he felt his head reaching her barrier, he took her lips into his, kissing her till he knew that she was distracted from what they were doing before he pushed himself all the way in.

Hermione let out a hiss of pain as she broke the kiss. Harry just moved his head down to her neck, kissing it softly while scraping his teeth, gently, over the skin until she was accustomed to him being inside of her.

Hermione, experimentally, moved her hips now that the pain was gone. Harry lifted his head and looked into her brown eyes and she gave him a gently smile, giving him the permission to carry on. Harry pulled himself out before he pushed back in, enjoying the way Hermione moaned.

Hermione’s hands came up over his back as he leaned in and kissed her. Hermione rocked her hips, trying to get into rhythm with Harry. It took a few fumble before they managed to get into the rhythm and soon, Hermione was moaning in pleasure as her head tilted backward.

Harry leaned in and kissed her neck, sucking at her pulse point only to groan as Hermione’s nails raked down his back as her hips bucked up into his, wrapping her legs around his waist, bringing him in deeper.

Harry pushed himself onto his forearms, looking down at her as he started thrusting into her, harder and faster. The headboard started banging against the wall under the pressure before he unhooked on of her legs, spreading it out so he was pressing deeper inside of her, causing her to buck up even harder.

Bringing his hand into play, he circled his thumb over her clit before flicking it, sending Hermione falling over into the abyss of pleasure as she orgasmed.

“Oh…yes…yes…YES!” Hermione’s head flew back as her body arched up into Harry’s body. Harry groaned when he felt her walls clamp down and contract around him, drawing his orgasm.

Harry slumped down on her body and she brought her arms around his waist once more, cradling him as he rested his head on her shoulder. Hermione rested her head on his shoulder, her face in his neck as she flicked her tongue out, tasting the sweat and the taste of Harry.

Harry lifted his head and looked down at her. Hermione could see that the bloodlust was not over yet and offered her neck up to him, gently tugging his head down. Harry did not need any extra encouragement.

His face morphed into his vampire face and his fangs sunk into the marks once more, getting a gasp from Hermione as her body arched up into his body, her walls clenching around him in time with his suckles and her heartbeat.

“Oh…” she moaned as an orgasm started to build up once more, her walls clenching harder around Harry as she shifted her hips. Harry got the message and started moving within her, ensuring his teeth stayed still so they did not rip her throat out. “Oh…yes,” she moaned again as one hand slid into Harry’s thick locks, holding him to her neck while her other hand gripped his ass.

Harry suckled harder as he thrusted deeper inside of her, setting off her climax. “Ah!” Hermione bit down on Harry’s neck, not enough to draw blood but hard enough to leave a mark. That brought Harry out of his blood lust rage and he withdrew his fangs as her breathing started to slow down.

Harry removed his head from her neck and lapped up the blood once more before he shifted himself over to the side so he was not crushing Hermione. Hermione cupped his cheeks and kissed him softly before she pulled away.

“I love you,” Hermione whispered as she kissed him again. Harry looked into her brown eyes; his green eyes a normal colour.

“I love you too,” Harry whispered before he kissed her and wrapped his arms around her body, pulling her into his embrace as they slowly fell asleep.

At the last minute, Harry waved his hand and everything in the room repaired itself, the covers stitching itself back to normal and settled over the sleeping couple.

Down the stairs in the living room, a couple was now happy that they had managed to finish fixing everything up to make the place far more liveable that it had been in the first place.

“Guess the bloodlust event is over,” Draco groaned as he slumped down on the now fixed couch with a sigh of happiness that he was finished fixing the place up.

Luna smiled as she sat down on the couch next to Draco, curling up into his side as she tucked her feet under her and rested her head on his shoulder as he slid his arm over her shoulders.

She had a feeling that everything was going to be okay for the time being.

TBC

There you go – I hope the dog tags explanation is suitable, I have noticed that Soldiers wear them so that they identified of which troop they belong to and I thought Vampires would do the same – this way they know whose childe belongs to whom.

Okay – another thing – the chapter titles are linked to the chapter itself – they are quotes of what had been said – just letting you know ahead of time.

5. Chapter 5: It's a Bitch to Wash Out

Chapter 5: It’s a bitch to wash out

Hermione moaned as she reached a hand out to her left only to encounter empty cool sheets. Opening her eyes, confused and sleepy, she noticed that her lover was no longer in bed with her.

“Harry?” Hermione sat up, rubbing one eye with a hand while the other one held the sheets close to her bare chest. She looked around till she spotted Harry sitting on the chair, looking out of the window.

“You should be sleeping,” Harry told her, not once startled or turning her way.

“You’re not in bed with me,” reminded Hermione as she slipped off the bed, wrapping the sheet around her body before she moved over to Harry, sliding a hand over his tense shoulder, “Nightmares?” She slid herself into his lap, her hand that was on his shoulder moved over to his neck so she could play with the thick hair at the nape.

“They basically raped us,” Harry growled out, still looking out of the window, “They raped our minds, changing our memories to suit their needs.”

“We got our memories back,” soothed Hermione and Harry turned to look at her.

“They took our memories Hermione, everything we did – we lost most of our lives because of them,” Harry reminded and Hermione sighed.

“Well get them back, Harry, I promise you,” she cupped his cheek, stroking the soft skin. “They will regret that they tried to change our memories and tear us apart.”

“Hm,” he turned to look at her. “How are you feeling? I did take a lot of blood from you.” Hermione shook her head.

“I’m fine,” she assured him. “You didn’t take as much as you did back in third year.” Harry nodded before he leaned in and kissed her. Hermione moaned as she shifted slightly.

“We could have been doing this since our fifth year,” Harry whispered in her ear as his hand slid up her body. One hand cupped her sheet-covered breast while the other slid around her body. “I could have taken you in all the ways I had been imagining since I started having dreams about you. Fucking you hard and fast that you wouldn’t remember your name.”

“Oh…please…” she pleaded as Harry ripped the sheet away from her body, baring him completely to his eyes and his eyes only. Hermione shifted in his arms so she was straddling him, his cock pressing against her opening but Harry made sure one of his hands were on her hips, preventing her from taking him.

His other hand played with one of her nipples, brushing his head over her core, teasing her.

“Harry…fuck me!” Hermione pleaded. Harry lost it as he stood up. Hermione squealed as she wrapped her legs around his waist as Harry moved over the bed and knelt down on it.

He pinned her against the headboard and thrusted himself into her. Hermione moaned as she arched her body into his, her breathing raspy as she watched Harry with dark eyes. Harry smirked as he slowly pulled himself out before repeating the pace entering her once more.

“Harry…” Hermione moaned, pleading him to move faster but Harry just smirked, and he just kept the pace up, knowing he was driving her crazy with desire.

Hermione was going crazy; he was thrusting into her with a slow pace. She needed him to go faster…she needed him to go harder. An idea came to her mind and she clenched her walls as Harry entered her.

Harry stopped and growled as he slammed all the way in before pulling out just to repeat it once more.

“Yes!” Hermione groaned as Harry moved his head down and took a nipple into his mouth, nipping on it before sucking it, hard. Pleasure rippled through Hermione as sweat dripped down her body, her hips moving with the rhythm.

“Come on baby,” grunted Harry as he thrusted harder into her before his eyes caught sight of the mark on her neck and knew what would push her over the edge. With a growl, he sunk his fangs into her neck.

Hermione let out a scream of pleasure as her nails raked down his back, her walls clenching around him as she orgasmed. Her head hit the wall from where she threw back in pleasure but Harry was not finished.

He pulled himself out of Hermione and placed her on her knees on the bed before he turned her around and bent her over.

“Wha…oh!” gasped Hermione as Harry thrusted himself into her once more. Hermione’s logical mind…the one that was working…instantly recognised the position as doggy-style. Lavender and Parvati had mentioned that men liked that position. She never knew that women could like it too. He felt much bigger when he was taking her this way that she almost felt like she was going to split into two.

Harry thrusted into her, taking her hard and fast, she moaned as her orgasm started flaring up once more.

“Harder…” she moaned as Harry felt his peak reaching.

“Mine,” Harry sunk his fangs into her once more, drinking from her as Hermione slid a hand into his hair, holding him to her neck as he spilled his seeds into her just as she climaxed around him.

They slumped onto the bed just as Harry dislodged his fangs from her neck. With a groan, he rolled off Hermione so he was not crushing her and she turned her head to face him.

“You…have…a lot…of …fantasies,” she gasped out and Harry chuckled as he turned his head to look at her. He brushed a strand of hair from her face.

“You don’t like it?” he teased and she slapped him.

“Just a little warning would be nice,” she teased back as Harry lifted a hand and the sheets flew into his hand. He spread out over them once more as Hermione cuddled into his side and they fell back to sleep.

Harry blinked when the sunlight filled the room. Looking over at the window, he could see the sun was high in the sky, indicating that it was after eight. Looking at the warm body next to him, Hermione was still sleeping.

Leaning over, he pressed a kiss to Hermione’s neck before sliding out of bed. Moving over to the window, he pulled the curtains shut, blocking the sunlight, and allowing Hermione some more sleep.

He reached over to the chair, grabbed his jeans, and pulled it on his body, zipping and buttoning it up. He grabbed the black shirt and pulled it on his body before picking up the dog tags that was now lying on the ground, obviously fallen off Hermione during the night.

He slipped it around his neck, the familiar comforting weight around his neck before he made his way out of the room, leaving Hermione alone in their bed.

Draco was tucking into a bowl of cornflakes and milk while reading the papers in the kitchen when Harry came in. Harry looked toward Draco to see him sitting at the large island counter.

“Draco,” Harry gave a short nod before he moved over to the sink.

“Harry,” Draco looked toward the doorway before looking at Harry with an amused smirk. “Did you wear the bookworm out?” Harry chuckled as he turned around to look at Draco, resting the small of his back against the counter with a glass of water in his hand.

“Wouldn’t be a good vampire if I didn’t,” Harry reminded and Draco’s smirk turned into a smile.

“Yeah, I guess,” Draco said before sighing. “Is it true about Weasley?” Harry nodded and Draco shook his head. “I never liked him before but even I thought he had values and respects’ considering the fact his father is a muggle-lover.”

“He became obsessed with the idea of getting the one thing I didn’t have – Hermione. I have money and I’m famous so I’ve not to get the girl. Molly just wanted her perfect happy Weasley family – me with Ginny, Hermione with Ron,” Harry explained. “If I ever see them again, I’m ripping their throats out.”

“Mind if I watch?” Draco asked and Harry grinned.

“You’re more than welcome to join in,” Harry told him.

“Thanks but I rather not get their blood on my clothes – it’s a bitch to wash out,” Draco told him and Harry chuckled, amused.

“Hm, I thought I heard voices,” a dreamy voice came from the doorway and they turned to see Luna was making her way into the kitchen. She moved over to Draco, who kissed her neck and Harry could see the bite marks on her neck.

“Morning,” Harry greeted Luna and Luna grinned as she took a sip of Draco’s coffee before making a face that it was too strong. Draco and Harry chuckled at the look on her faces. Vampires liked their food strong because by being un-dead, their taste buds were not as strong as it used to be when human. Harry and Draco found that they could tolerate strong and mild food.

Hermione sighed as she woke up. She rolled over onto her other side only to see that Harry was no longer in the room with her. Startled, she sat up and searched the room only to see that Harry’s jeans and top were missing and concluded that he had gone down the stairs.

She pulled herself out of bed, wincing as pain shot between her legs and smiled wryly to herself. There was a reason why a virgin should always wait until after the pain had gone before she slept with her boyfriend again.

She leaned down and picked up her clothes. She pulled on her jeans and her jumper before heading out of the bedroom and down the stairs. She made her way into the kitchen and smiled when she saw the others.

“Morning,” she greeted only for something to register as she saw Draco drinking from Luna and she looked at Harry to see that he was not even surprise. He just reading the newspapers and wondered just what else they had kept from her.

“Wait – how are you not surprise that Luna is Draco’s mate or that Draco is a vampire?” Hermione demanded as she moved over to Harry to sit down on his lap.

“Vampires have a heighten sense – I can smell Draco over Luna,” Harry told her before nudging his head toward the dog tags that was around Draco’s neck. “And we share the same sire.” Hermione looked at Draco, shocked.

“Both of you were bitten by the same person?” Draco nodded.

“I was bitten at the age of five as punishment toward my father,” Draco explained. Hermione frowned and Draco sighed. “Our sire has a lover. My father decided he wanted the lover and Voldemort wanted her for her ability to see the future – needless to say, our sire didn’t like what had happened and bit me out of revenge.”

“Your father raped…” Hermione trailed off, feeling sick and Draco nodded.

“Yeah – trust me, I wasn’t happy when I found out either. I wanted to smash his smug face into the wall,” he growled.

“She has the ability to see the future?” Hermione asked deflecting the conversation and Harry nodded.

“Yeah – she told my sire who then told my mum when she was sixteen that she would give birth to the child that would bring Voldemort down. He even told her that she would die and that there was a choice,” Harry explained. Even Luna was curious. “Give up or jump in front of the spell, invoking the blood ritual.”

“Oh!” understanding dawned on Hermione. “That’s why Dumbledore is so persistent about you staying with the Dursleys.” Harry nodded and Hermione frowned again. “She knew that she was going to die?”

“Yeah – she even knew that my uncle would abuse me but she wanted me to be able to live my life, to find love,” Harry explained, “That she begged my sire to change me when the time came. It turned out that she researched everything there was about vampires and came up a way for our sire to turn me into a half blood – a Dhampir.”

“Half human, half vampire,” Luna murmured under her breath as all four of them lapsed into silence.

********

Dumbledore was sitting on his chair behind his desk once more, a letter in his hand when he could sense someone coming up the stairs. Acting quickly, he opened the side drawer and placed the letter in it, closed it and looked up in time to see the door open.

“What’s happening?” Molly asked as she made her way into the office with Ron, Ginny and the Order close behind her. “Are we close to finding Harry and Hermione?”

“No.” Dumbledore sighed with a troubled expression. “It appears that they have disappeared off the radar.”

“How is that possible?” queried Moody in his usually gruff manner.

“They have either hid themselves away in an unplottable house or they are dead,” Dumbledore told them, “As Voldemort hasn’t claimed himself as a victory yet, we can safely assume that they are alive and hidden.”

“Where could they have hidden themselves?” McGonagall asked, “Why have they hidden themselves? Can they not trust us?” She felt sadden at the thought that her two favourite students couldn’t ask them for help or trust them.

“It is obvious that Harry felt he couldn’t trust any one of us to tell us that he was a vampire,” Arthur spoke up before he sighed, “I only wish that we had made him feel safer.” Ron just looked away, annoyed.

“We must dig deep into his background,” Dumbledore stood up from his seat, “we must find out who had sired Harry and when he was turned as the Dursleys have not mentioned anything strange of Harry.” He got nods from everyone as each one left the office, leaving only him and McGonagall.

“I hope they will return to us when they are ready,” McGonagall said and Dumbledore smiled assuredly at her.

“I’m sure they will,” Dumbledore assured and she left the classroom. Dumbledore sat down once more and pulled out the letter from his drawer, reading it with a displeased frown.

‘Memory charms? Molly is lucky I didn’t have her arrested on the spot,’ fumed Dumbledore. He placed the letter on the desk, stood up, and paced the office with Fawkes watching him. ‘If only I could contact their sire and let him know what was happening. Those kids need him and they need him soon.’ He turned to face Fawkes.

“What do I do?” he asked. Fawkes just spread out his wings and Dumbledore chuckled. “Yes, I know. I need to let them spread their wings. They are smart, after all, but I cannot help but worry about them. They have become grandchildren in my heart.” Dumbledore looked out of the window. “I just hope their sire knows of the dangers that lie ahead and come to them in their time of need.”

*******

“What are you planning on doing?” a slender red head woman sat up on the bed, the candle light making her skin glow. Her breasts exposed as the white sheet fell down her body.

“I need to check on them,” he told her, not turning to face her. All she could see the back of his body and the short black hair.

“I do not foresee any dangers yet,” she reminded him, her hand sliding up his bare back and he turned his head, his blue eyes catching her green ones.

“You know as well as I do that the future is never set,” he told her and she rolled her eyes, amused.

“You worry too much my dear.” She leaned forward and kissed his shoulder, pressing her breasts against his back.

“Not enough,” he trailed a finger over the thin white scar on her neck and she pulled his hand away from her.

“That was not your fault – it was a pureblood who believed he was entitled to everything he wanted despite what other people said,” she told him in a hard tone. “You exacted your revenge by making his son a Dhampir; do not let it taint your soul.”

“I still want him dead,” he hissed, his face vamping out as he stood up, completely bare. She lay back down on the bed, propping her head on her hand as she watched his firm butt clench and unclench with his pacing.

“You will get your chance,” she promised him as her green eyes slowly turned white and he turned to face her. He walked over to the bed and knelt down beside it, taking her hand in his.

“Tell me what you see,” he encourage.

“I see Harry making plans. He has Draco and their mates by their sides. They will bring about an end to this war but they will do it in a way that no one would have ever foreseen…he has found a way round the ‘Neither can live while the others does’.” She described her voice ethereal.

“Are they in any dangers right now?” he asked and she shook her head.

“No…he is smart, he is keeping them away from Hogwarts for the moment…he knows that the war has to be his top priority at the moment. I see Lucius and I see you fighting with him…,” she whispered.

“Who wins?” he asked but she gasped as the white faded abruptly and she closed her eyes. He stood up and helped her to lie back completely on the bed. “Are you okay?” He sat down on the bed.

“I am fine, lover,” she assured him as she opened her eyes to reveal their usual green hue and she cupped his cheeks. “That future is undetermined – it depends on if Harry’s plans work.” He nodded.

“I will wait until they need me but I cannot leave them in the dark too longer. They are our children after all,” he warned and she nodded before tugging his head down so they could kiss.

“How about you tend to me?” she tempted and he grinned against her lips, intending to take up on the challenge.

******

“What were you planning on doing?” Hermione asked and Harry raked a hand through his black locks.

“I’m not going back to Hogwarts. Voldemort is a far more pressing need than learning.” He got nods of agreement. “I was going to have a look in some places to get clues.”

“Like where?” asked Draco and Harry shrugged.

“Gringotts, Knockturn Alley, the Ministry, and Hogwarts.” He listed. Hermione stared at him for a moment before her eyes widen in disbelief.

“You’re planning on breaking into them?” she hissed.

“Not Gringott and Knockturn Alley. However, the Ministry and Hogwarts? Yeah.”

“What do you expect to get from them?” Draco asked.

“Details about Voldemort. I have a plan on what I’m going to do to him.” He shook his head at their expecting looks. “I need to fully plan it out more.”

“You mean we need to plan things out,” Hermione interjected and Harry looked at her, looking guilty and she felt her rage build up.

“Actually, I only made the plans for myself,” he admitted and saw the rage in Hermione’s eyes. Draco and Luna were smarter and quick enough to get out of the kitchen before Hermione could blow up.

“You were planning on leaving me behind?” she demanded as she got off Harry’s lap and paced the kitchen, her hands flying over the place. “Just like what you keep trying to do over the last five years!” Harry’s eyes fell from her face to her butt that swayed sexily when she was angry…man; he loved that ass. “If you think I’m going to Hogwarts without you, you are sadly mistaken Harry James Potter.” Hermione paced the room. Harry just reclined on his chair, enjoying the sight of Hermione being pissy. “I have been through your side thick and thin for the last 5 years and I will be damned if I go back to Hogwarts without you!” she turned to face him only for her rage to come to a sudden halt when she saw that Harry was eyeing her body lustfully.

“Oh…don’t stop,” Harry motioned with his hand. “I like it when you get fired up.”

“I hate you,” she muttered, lamely, as she slid into his lap. Harry just kissed the side of her head.

“You are going to have to stay here,” Harry, warned her and she looked up at him, protests forming on her lips. Harry shook his head, cutting off her protestations and showing that he was firm. “No, Draco and I are half vampires. We can take care of ourselves but not when we’re worrying about you.”

“So I’ve just to sit at home and wait for you?” pouted Hermione but Harry shook his head.

“There’s a library vault underneath this house – I want you to check it out to see if there is any books that can help us,” Harry told her, smiling inwardly at the delight lighting up her eyes. “You can go on and check it out.” She squealed, kissed him before scrambling off his lap, and hurried over to the cellar door.

Flinging it open, she hurried down the stairs only for a squeal of happiness to erupt from her when she caught sight of the large library. It was even larger than Hogwarts and filled from ceiling to floor bookcases with books.

Harry just shook his head, amused and falling in love with his girl even more. He knew of her love for books and, unlike the stupid red haired boy, he appreciated it – he did know of the saying ‘it’s always the quiet ones’.

“Did you tell her about the library?” Draco’s voice asked from where he was standing in the doorway and Harry smirked.

“I like it when my girl gets worked up,” Harry told him. Draco chuckled as he made his way into the kitchen and sat next to Harry at the island counter.

“I can see why.” Draco told him and Harry looked at him. “She smells differently when she is surrounded by books…her blood smells richer due to her happiness and excitement.” Harry grinned at the memories of him and Hermione making out a lot in the library during their fifth year.

Breaking out of his thoughts, he pulled a map of Diagon Alley so they could check out the different shops they would need to check out in order to get clues.

“You sure you wanna do this?” Draco asked and met Harry’s dark eyes.

“I want this war finished,” he whispered and Draco nodded.

“I have your back,” Draco promised and Harry grinned as both of them turned back to the map.

TBC

No – the red haired woman is NOT Lily – Lily is dead along with James and Sirius – there will be not recurrence from them.

If only JK had made Draco good – Harry and Draco, both hot and bad boys – everyone would have loved the books regardless of the shippings!

6. Chapter 6: You Marked Me

Apologises for not getting this out last week – I contracted an illness but thankfully it is the Spring Break means more writing time for me!

This is for you all who have been waiting for this moment

Chapter 6: You Marked Me

“You are angry,” Luna spoke up from where she was lying on her stomach on the bed. Her hands propped her chin up and her blue eyes followed Hermione’s figure as she paced the floor.

“When am I not?” muttered Hermione as she chewed on her thumbnail. Luna rolled her eyes.

“I understand you are worried about Harry and that you are angry over what the Weasley have done to you but you can not let it consume you,” Luna advised her. Hermione stopped and turned to face Luna, who had rolled up into a sitting position, her legs crossed.

“How do you expect me to do that?” she asked. “They had stolen our memories and Harry is the one to face Voldemort in the end.”

“Trust in your faith for Harry,” Luna told her as she gestured to the bed. “You got this far because you believed in Harry. Do not let it waver when he needs you the most. You should not doubt yourself.

“It’s so hard not to,” Hermione moaned as she sat down on the bed and flop backward on the soft covers. “I knew that there was something wrong with me…especially when Ron asked me out but I ignored it.”

“That is the problem when you have your memories changed or removed. You find it harder to trust your instincts…how can you trust it when you don’t have an idea of why you don’t trust that person?” Luna pointed out.

“He was our best friend, Luna. We trusted him and he did this to us,” Hermione’s lips curled down sadly. They had lost someone who they had been friends with…they weren’t mourning for the loss of Ron, but more of the best friend that he could have been if he hadn’t let his jealously get in the way.

“Human nature is a fickle thing,” agreed Luna, getting amused smiles from Hermione. That sounded like something Dumbledore would say. “It’s part of life, you know. We can’t expect everything to go the way we want it to go.”

“Tell me about it,” muttered Hermione as she pulled herself up into a sitting position, crossing her legs as she did. She wore a pair of jeans and Harry’s black shirt. Luna wore an ankle length dark purple skirt and a red strappy top.

“When did Harry bite you?” Luna asked and Hermione sighed.

“Back in our third year,” Hermione told her. “It was during the time we were having the argument over the stupid broomstick that he got from Sirius – I turned it into Professor McGonagall because I was worried. At the time, we didn’t know that Sirius was innocent.” Luna nodded as Hermione slipped deeper into her thoughts.

The moon was barely shining through the windows of the castle; everyone was in their own places apart from two people who were walking along the hallway, having an argument.

“Harry, don’t you dare walk away from me!” raged Hermione as she chased after the rapidly retreating figure.

“Go away, Hermione,” ordered Harry, almost growling in the process.

“No, I will not!” shot back Hermione, hurt and anger mixing together in her tone.

“I mean it, Hermione!” snapped Harry, “I’m not in the mood to deal with anyone!”

“Tough!” Harry gritted his teeth in frustration; did she not understand that she could not help him?

“You can’t help me,” Harry told her, startling Hermione as she felt tears film her eyes. “No one can help me.”

“I won’t accept that!” Hermione shot at him, tearfully and Harry closed his eyes when he heard the tears in her voice but refused to stop walking. If he stopped, he would have to face her and he could end up doing something he would regret.

“Just go away, Hermione!”

“No! You need help but you are just too stubborn to admit it,” she shot at him. Harry gritted his teeth harder and closed his eyes. The pain was racing through him and the scent of her blood was fuelling it onward. “You are my best friend Harry; I can’t leave you when you obviously need me!” Harry stopped in his tracks, startling Hermione as she almost ploughed into him. The blood lust had overtaken Harry and it had decided she made a perfect mate and snack.

“Damn it!” Harry spun around and Hermione bit back a scream when she saw him. He had ridges over his forehead and nose, his eyes were a dark green colour, his cheekbones were sharper and his teeth were sharp fanged like.

“Harry…” Hermione started but Harry grabbed her by her upper arm and pulled her into his body. One hand slid up her back and into her thick hair, tilting her head to the side, exposing the jugular vein and he sunk his fangs into the vein.

Hermione let out a pained gasp as her eyes widen before they closed, her lips parted wider as she fought to breathe. Harry’s other hand slid down to the small of her back, holding her close as Hermione’s legs weakened as the pain turned to pleasure.

She fell backward, taking Harry with her as she landed on the stone floor. The move caused Harry to suckle deeper. Hermione’s legs rose up on either side of Harry’s hips and her hands slid over his back, clutching the dark robes as she fought to hold on only for Harry’s tongue to flick over her skin, causing her back to arch and her eyes to roll into the back of her head as her orgasm burst out, taking over her.

Harry finally pulled himself away from Hermione’s neck, from the thick rich blood that he was slowly becoming addicted to and looked down at his pale best friend underneath him, she wasn’t moving.

Fear slammed its way through Harry’s body as his face morphed back to its human form.

“Hermione…” Harry whispered as he reached up a shaking hand and touched the warm skin that was turning cold before he cursed when she didn’t answer. He wiped the blood away from her neck and his mouth before hiding the twin punctures.

He moved his hand over her stomach and created a stab mark before lifting her up into his arms, bridal style, and hurried down the hallway to the hospital wing.

Upon reaching it, the doors slammed against the walls, startling the students that were staying the night and Madam Pomfrey.

“What on earth…Potter?!” exclaimed Madam Pomfrey before she took in the stab victim of his best friend and gasped. “Put her over here!” Madam Pomfrey gestured toward the nearest empty bed and Harry laid her down on it before taking a step back.

Madam Pomfrey did her check up before she frowned when she found that there was a stab wound in Hermione’s lower abdomen. She removed Hermione’s clothes so she could access the wound properly when the doors burst opened once more to reveal Dumbledore and a bunch of teachers.

“Poppy?” Dumbledore hurried into the Hospital Wing only to see Hermione lying on the bed, looking very still and pale and Harry was standing off to the side.

“I don’t know what happened, Professor,” admitted Pomfrey. “Potter brought her in and she has a stab wound to her lower stomach.” Dumbledore looked over at Harry with an unreadable expression, Harry stared right back, his green eyes flat and hard, emotionless.

“What happened to her, Potter?” Snape stepped forward. Harry cut his eyes over to him before looking away, angering Snape even more as he strode over to Harry, grabbed his arm and spun him around. “Answer me, Potter!”

“Professor Snape!” snapped Professor McGonagall as she stepped forward and pushed Snape away from Harry. “I will not have you badgering my students.”

“Maybe if he would loosen his tongue, I wouldn’t have to ‘badger’ him,” replied Snape, disdainfully, watching as Harry’s hand tightened on the handle of the door.

“Harry…” Professor Dumbledore started but Harry lost his temper, while they were wasting their time with their pointless questions, she was dying.

“Just heal her!” Harry snarled as he took the hinge off the door, startling everyone. Madam Pomfrey stared at Harry before she nodded and gathered everything she needed to help the young woman.

Snape just continued to stare at Harry, he was curious about how Harry had managed to remove the hinge completely from the door. Harry watched as Madam Pomfrey removed Hermione’s robes and unbuttoned her shirt to take a better look at the stab wound before she started cleaning it then healed it.

“We should do a test on Harry,” spoke up Snape and they looked at him. “His strength is remarkable.”

“Piss off Snape,” muttered Harry before he turned his back on his shocked teachers as Madam Pomfrey finished patching Hermione and took a step back.

“It’s a matter of time,” she spoke up. “She did lose a lot of blood.”

“She’ll be fine,” Harry said and they looked at him. Dumbledore gave a short nod, waving off the questions his colleagues would ask.

“I suggest we should go back to our rooms and assure our students that everything is fine,” Dumbledore told them.

“What about the stabbing?” Madam Pomfrey demanded. “This young woman was stabbed and would have died if it wasn’t for Potter!” Dumbledore nodded.

“And I conclude that Miss Granger would have no memories of it when she does wake up. She would have taken a hard hit to her head when she fell,” Dumbledore reminded and Madam Pomfrey sighed as she realised that Dumbledore was right. “Beside, we must assume that Miss Granger was the intended victim for the time being until we have more evidence.” Everyone nodded and followed Dumbledore out of the Hospital Wing while Madam Pomfrey looked at Harry.

“I gather you wish to stay here,” she spoke up.

“Please,” came the whisper and she nodded.

“You can take the bed next to her and I want to see you sleeping,” she warned him and Harry nodded as he sat on the bed, his green eyes still locked on Hermione, who was now under the covers of the bed. Madam Pomfrey watched them for a moment before she headed into her office, missing the way Harry reached out to touch Hermione’s hand only to hesitate and pull his hand back.

He lay down on his back and stared up at the ceiling, hoping that Hermione would wake up the next day but also dredged it because it meant she would have questions he would have to answer.

A few days later, Hermione had managed to pin Harry so she could get her answers. The moment she had woken up in the hospital wing, Harry had whispered that he was sorry before leaving altogether. Madam Pomfrey had been baffled at his sudden turnabout but fussed over Hermione, making sure that she was okay.

Once Madam Pomfrey had declared Hermione fit and healthy, she left the Hospital Wing and spent ages looking for Harry but he was always up, gone before she was, and arrived back at the common room after she had fallen asleep waiting for him. She even checked all his usual haunts but he had continued to elude her.

When she did find him, he was up in the owlery. He was sitting at the back near the window with his knees drawn up. Hedwig was perched on his knee as he stroked her feathers on her chest. Hearing a noise, Harry turned his head to see Hermione standing in the doorway and held back a sigh; he should have known that she would have caught up with him eventually.

Hermione walked over to him and sat down in front of him, drawing her knees up to her chest and making sure, she was covered.

“How long have you been a vampire for?” Hermione asked.

“Since I was five,” Harry told her. Hedwig gave a little hoot as she moved to Harry’s shoulder, comforting him in his time of need.

“Who turned you?” Harry shrugged.

“I was mostly out of it when they bit me. My aunt and uncle had kicked me out of the house, leaving me to wander the streets starving and tired. I remember a shadow approaching me, a kind voice telling me not to be scared before there was a twinge of pain on my neck,” Harry explained. “The next thing I knew I was back in my room – I remember hearing Dudley’s heart beating and the blood rushing.”

“You deal with the bloodlust by staying away from us?” Hermione asked and Harry looked away guiltily.

“I find a willing girl, drink from her and remove it from her mind – she just thinks we talked,” Harry admitted before taking in Hermione’s shocked expression. “I need blood, Hermione, but I can’t have people go around saying I’m a vampire.”

“What happened to me?” Hermione pulled the collar of her shirt down, touching the marks.

“Three days a month, I go through a high blood lust meaning I need to feed on a large amount of blood. When you chased me, that was my last day,” Harry explained and Hermione sighed as she dropped her hand into her lap, looking at them.

“And the mark…” asked Hermione, “No one else has complained about mysterious bite marks.”

“The blood lust is also a mating period – I marked you as my mate,” Harry looked away as Hermione’s head came up her, her brown eyes filled with anger.

“You marked me?” Hermione hissed, incensed and Harry turned furious eyes on hers.

“If you had just left me alone when I told you to, you wouldn’t be in this situation,” shouted Harry, startling Hermione. “All you had to do was leave me alone Hermione, I just wanted that from you but you didn’t and my demon took over.”

“You can’t blame me for that!” she shot at him.

“I told you to leave me alone, that you couldn’t help me but oh no, not Hermione Granger, miss-know-it-all. You just have to keep pushing and pushing,” he snarled and she stood up, hurt.

“I thought we were best friends,” she told him, trying to keep the tears out of her voice but failed as her voice trembled. Harry closed his eyes, feeling guilty.

“There are things I can’t tell you, Hermione, and there are things you can’t help me with. Me being a vampire isn’t one of them. All you had to do was trust me.” He stood up.

“I do trust you,” she whispered. Brown eyes locked with green. Hedwig took flight.

“If that was true…you would have walked away when I asked you,” he whispered before leaving the owlery and Hermione alone with her thoughts.

End Flashback

Hermione looked at Luna who was gazing at her with an understanding look on her face.

“We didn’t make up for another two week,” Hermione sighed sadly, “and even then, we still had problems – we just kept up pretence while trying to deal with our feelings.”

“Is it true that Molly and Ron kept using memory charms on you?” Luna asked and Hermione nodded.

“When we came back for our fourth year, we started hanging out even more, especially with everyone turning their back on Harry, even Ron. We gave into our feelings and made out…we even went further than making out…but Ron caught us, screamed at us and memory charmed us into forgetting it,” whispered Hermione. “That was the reason why he did a complete 180 and decided to believe Harry.” Luna shook her head in disgust. “He refused to let me out of his sight all summer before fifth year and when Harry came up – we managed to hide away, we only meant to talk but we ended up being in a compromising situation and Molly caught us and memory charmed us.”

“What about Dumbledore?” Luna asked and Hermione sighed.

“He knows about Harry, and I guess about Draco considering he allows Draco to stay at Hogwarts this summer,” Hermione told her. “Harry told me that Dumbledore found Harry and the Vampire shortly after he had bitten Harry and explained everything. Dumbledore was helping Harry train while keeping his secret from the Wizarding World.”

“Hm…that would explain why the Ministry was convinced Dumbledore was trying to create a secret army. It’s no secret that Dumbledore and Harry obviously have a tie and it must have made him nervous that Harry was rebelling against him,” Luna said and Hermione nodded.

“The Ministry knows there’s something different about Harry but haven’t figured it out. I’m hoping they never will but it all depends on what will happen with Voldemort,” Hermione looked up at the ceiling. “He might not have a choice in the end.”

“And they will kill him even though he saved them from Voldemort once more,” Luna said and Hermione nodded in disgust.

“That’s the Wizarding World, wonder why Harry even bothers,” Hermione admitted. “The wizarding world either turns their back on him or hails him as a hero. It’s like whatever side of the coin lands, they follow it.”

“They can be stuck in their ways,” agreed Luna and Hermione sighed before shaking her head as she turned to face Luna.

“Ok, enough about Harry and me – what about you and Draco? How on earth did you manage to have sex with him and convince him to bite you?” Luna grinned.

“Quite easily, they may be vampires but they are still teenaged boys with one thing on their mind,” Luna teased and Hermione laughed.

“That’s true,” she agreed, remembering all the times Harry had managed to convince her into making out with her rather than studying. He was quite convincing now that she thought back on it.

“Draco was suspicious of me at first, especially when I started flirting with him. With girls throwing themselves at him, it’s kinda hard for him to know who is genuine or who just wants to be with him due to his status in the school and Wizarding World,” Hermione nodded. “It took a while to break through his guard and actually seduce him into bed. For tempting him into biting me, our blood gets richer when we get excited or happy about something. All I had to do was make sure that I wore low-necked tops and was happy or excited.”

“And it worked?” Hermione asked and Luna nodded.

“Especially when I tempted him during the blood lust period,” she explained. “It took a while but I managed to wear him down. A vampire does not mark you as a mate unless he is attracted to you on all levels. A vampire can’t just mark anyone as a mate; they have to be attracted to them, physically, sexually, emotionally, and mentally.”

“Oh,” Hermione mused about it. “That would explain a lot of things. Especially about the part where he told me vampires usually takes their mate during the marking.” Luna nodded.

“That’s when Draco took me, thankfully we were in a room with a bed at the time,” Luna told her and Hermione chuckled.

“Yeah, Harry took me three times when we finally gave in,” Hermione told her before smiling dreamily. “It was amazing, painful in the morning but completely worth it.” Luna grinned before she decided to turn the conversation back to their originally starter.

“Will Harry out them?” Luna asked.

“He sent Dumbledore a letter, explaining the situation. Dumbledore wasn’t happy when he found out but promised to keep it low profile until we have enough evidence to bring them down,” Hermione explained. “Harry wants to wait until Voldemort and his Death Eaters are finished and make sure that there is a new minister of the Ministry so they would be able to listen and give a fair trial rather than saying that it was good because a half blood like Harry should be with someone more worthy, a pure blood like Ginny.”

“And that tends to piss him off,” Luna murmured before shaking his head and looked at her watch. “What is taking the boys so long anyway?”

“They are checking out things in Diagon Alley. I’m sure they’ll be back soon,” Hermione assured but both of them shared an uneasy look, hoping the boys were okay and safe.

TBC

To those who watch Buffy – you would notice that the scene was inspired by Graduation Part 2 (Season 3) where Buffy forces Angel to drink her – she so had an orgasm at that part.

7. Chapter 7: Make A List

Chapter 7: Make a List

“They are going to kill us,” Draco muttered as they walked down the streets. Harry snorted.

“We don’t even know how to die so they won’t kill us,” Harry reminded. “They’ll just torture us painfully for a few hours.” Draco rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, I can guess Hermione’s torture,” muttered Draco. Harry shook his head, amused, before they came to a stop in front of Knockturn Alley.

“Do you think he will talk?” Harry asked and Draco grinned.

“We have ways to loosen someone’s tongue,” he reminded. Harry chuckled as both of them made their way down the stairs into the Knockturn Alley. It was obvious that they knew their way around the street as they made their way over to the local pub/inn where the low-life liked to keep a low profile or brag about their latest victory.

Opening the door, there was a tall balding man behind the bar and customers scattered about at different tables. The man, behind the counter, paled upon seeing them before bowing his head.

“My lords,” he greeted, respectfully.

“Where is he?” Draco asked. The man pointed off to the side, keeping his head bowed.

“You’ll be paid after we’ve finished with him,” Harry told him as both men walked past him. Draco reached the door where the barman had pointed and kicked it open. Female screams came from inside the room as Harry and Draco made their way in.

There was a slightly chubby man lying on the bed with a busty blonde-haired woman covering herself with the bed-sheet. It was obvious to what was going on.

“Get out of here,” Harry snarled at the girl, who scrambled out of the room as fast as she could while the man sat up on the bed, annoyed with the interruption only to pale when he spotted the intruders.

“Hello Crabbe,” Draco greeted his ‘old friend’.

“Malfoy,” Crabbe stuttered.

“Sorry to interrupt your little moment with the local whore,” Harry apologised, not once sounding apologetic as he moved closer to Crabbe. “But we needed to have a little talk with you.”

“About what?” asked Crabbe, trying to sound brave but failed. He remembered the time that he had tried to have fun with Luna only to face retribution from the two men.

“About Voldemort and where he might be hiding,” Draco told him as he pulled Crabbe out of the bed and slammed him onto the wooden chair; he was still naked.

“What makes you think I know where our Lord is hiding?” Crabbe demanded and Harry grinned, wolfishly before he grabbed Crabbe’s arm and snapped it, causing Crabbe to howl with pain.

The customers and the barman man, outside, winced at the screams. Some of the customers actually left, unwilling to be the next victim of the two men that were obviously having fun with the pain. The Barman just hummed to himself, trying to block out the sounds as he did.

“He isn’t our lord, you arrogant little prick,” Harry whispered harshly into Crabbe’s ear. “Do not make that mistake again.” Crabbe whimpered as he tried to deal with the pain. Dealing with Voldemort’s torture spell was easy because he could always get a pain relief afterward but dealing with broken bones with people who have not finished with you takes longer.

“I do not know where he is!” Crabbe told him.

“Wrong answer,” replied Draco as pain shot through Crabbe’s pinkie. Looking down, he found that he was staring at an empty space and screamed.

“You have plenty of digits for us to remove. I suggest you start cooperating and you will retain them,” Harry warned him. “We will remove everything if we have to.”

“Please…” Crabbe begged as he peed himself in fear. Harry and Draco grinned at each other; it was always so easy to scare them.

“Just answer our question, Crabbe, and you’ll be free to go,” Draco told him.

“I can’t,” he moaned only to scream once more as two more fingers cut off.

“You can,” warned Harry as he held a scalpel to Crabbe’s throat. “Do not piss us off. You think Voldemort is scary when he is mad, you do not want to see us. Compared to us, Voldemort is like a harmless garden snake.” Crabbe whimpered at the comparison.

“He will kill me,” Crabbe whimpered only to cry out as he lost his left hand. He only had his right hand with his thumb and index finger.

“We will torture you, push you to the brink of death, and bring you right back to start the whole thing over again. Voldemort will just give you death,” Draco whispered.

“No,” sobbed Crabbe, the image was playing repeatedly inside of his head.

“Just give us our answer,” Harry told him before snapping his other arm. Crabbe screamed but refused to give the answer up.

“Fine, we’ll have our fun,” Draco told him before he reached down and snapped Crabbe’s leg, the thigh bone breaking the skin and peaking out, blood spraying everywhere. Harry punched Crabbe, breaking a cheekbone.

Repeatedly the beating went until they decided to go for the kill…his penis. Harry brought up a large butcher knife and brought it toward Crabbe’s dick. Crabbe’s good eye, the one that wasn’t swollen due to a punch, widened and he shook his head, attracting Harry and Draco’s attention.

“You ready to tell us?” Harry asked and Crabbe nodded.

“The Ministry!” gasped Crabbe. “The Ministry is riddled with Death Eaters. Anyone there could tell you where my lord hides.” Harry and Draco looked at each other.

“Think we have our answer?” Draco asked and Harry nodded.

“I think we do,” agreed Harry as he yanked Crabbe’s tongue and pulled it out before slicing the scalpel through the air.

There was a gurgled scream as the organ slid out of Crabbe’s mouth and landed on the ground with a sickening wet thud.

“Don’t take it personally,” Draco shoved Crabbe back onto the bed. “We can’t have you telling anyone what you told us.” Both of them left the room, Harry closed the door behind him before they moved over to the counter where the Barman was still standing.

“Wait half an hour before transporting him to the hospital,” Harry ordered as he pulled out the sack that contained the money and dropped it on the counter. “You know the rules – you never heard and seen anything.”

“Yes my lord,” the barman nodded.

“What of my other request?” Harry asked and the man shook his head.

“He hasn’t been by but I have heard rumours of where he could be. My sources are hunting these leads and will tell when they do find him. When they do, I will tell you,” the barman told him.

“Good, remember, I want him alive,” Harry reminded and left the bar with Draco. The Barman sighed with relief before heading into the room only to gag when he saw the sight.

“Who are you looking for?” Draco asked. Harry just growled.

“An old friend of mine, he did something he shouldn’t have and I want my revenge,” Harry told him, refusing to saying anything else. Draco just left it alone, knowing that he will find out when the time was right.

“Home?” he asked and Harry nodded.

“Home,” agreed Harry and both of them disappeared from sight.

***********

Hermione was on the couch in the living room. She and Luna had spent most of the day cleaning and redecorating the place to their taste. The living room reminded her of the Gryffindor’s common room with the fire roaring in the fireplace.

Hermione was currently reading a book she had found from the library, it held a lot of information about dark magic and she was curious to how Voldemort been resurrected. Harry had mentioned that it was a ritual and she had looked in Hogwarts Library but could not find anything.

The library in the cellar had plenty of books but this one had caught her eyes and proved to be useful in her findings. She lifted her head when she heard the familiar whooshing sounds and saw Harry and Draco arriving in the hallway.

“Hey, you’re back,” she greeted, standing up and moving over to Harry. Harry slid his arms around her waist, pulling her into his body before taking her lips into his. Draco rolled his eyes.

“I’m gonna go and find Luna.” He left them alone in the living room only to wince when he heard the sound of a back slamming against the wall and a pleasurable moan coming from Hermione. Shaking his head, he hurried up the stairs, taking two steps at a time, before he reached the landing.

Upon entering his room, he found Luna was half under the bed, her ass stuck up in the air and he licked his lips.

“Not right now,” Luna strained, knowing that Draco was behind her and his thoughts.

“What?” Draco complained. He wanted to have sex with his girlfriend, he hadn’t seen her nearly all day, and she was denying him.

“Give me a minute, I have to get this then talk to Hermione about something, then you can ravish me all night,” she finally came out from under the bed, pulling a book with her. Draco arched an eyebrow.

“Is that the book that Voldemort had been looking for in his teens?” Draco asked and Luna nodded.

“Yes, I had managed to find it when I was six years old but it had disappeared and somehow ended up here. Crookshanks revealed the way to me,” she motioned toward Hermione’s cat, which was sitting on the table, licking her paws.

“Hm, I think you need to have a talk to Hermione about her pet,” Draco reached out and scratched the back of Crookshanks’ ear. She purred under the pleasure, pushing her head into his hand. Draco grinned as he swept Crookshanks into his arms and headed out of the room with Luna.

Harry and Hermione were making their way up the stairs and Hermione smiled when she saw Crookshanks. She took Crookshanks out of Draco’s arms and hugged her cat.

“Where did you disappear to?” Hermione asked.

“She was showing me the way to the book that Voldemort had been looking for since his teens,” Luna lifted the book to Hermione and watched as Hermione’s eyes widen in disbelief.

“This is the book that contains all of the spells and ritual a person could ever need,” Hermione exclaimed, excitedly as Crookshanks jumped out of her arms and headed down the stairs.

“What’s so important about the book?” Harry asked as Hermione took the book into her hands.

“It contains all the information. It goes back as far as Merlin. All of his spells, the founders’ spells are all in here. Everything you ever wish to know. It holds rituals on how to stay looking young forever, time travelling…I don’t mean the time turner; I mean actual time travelling. All the dimensions of our worlds,” Hermione listed. Harry and Draco looked at each other, shocked.

“No wonder Voldemort wanted this,” Harry muttered. “With this, he would have been invincible; no one would have been able to touch him.”

“Why did it disappear?” Draco asked.

“Because it was rumoured that it would only reveal itself to the person who it deemed itself worthy of the power that it contained,” Hermione and Luna recited together, startling the boys. Hermione and Luna grinned at each other, amused.

“I know people like to dismiss books but have you ever been drawn to a book, which you have to have this book and you have to read?” Hermione asked. Draco and Harry nodded, thinking back on it. “Well, this book is the opposite, it is drawn to the person who they know are worthy of holding the powers. It must have recognised our need and revealed itself.”

“This book can help us with Voldemort?” Draco asked and Hermione nodded.

“And countless of other things,” she told him. “We could reshape the Wizarding World with this book, to either rule it or make it a fairer world.”

“Okay,” Harry clapped his hands. “We have had a long day and I want a long night but not of reading.”

“Harry…” Hermione pouted but Harry was firm.

“No Hermione, I know you and you will be up all night to read that book. You are going to get some sleep. We know the book is safe and obviously has deemed one of us worthy to read it so you can wait until the next morning,” Harry told her. Hermione was about to protest but decided against it, Harry knew ways how to distract her and she did not want that to happen during her reading.

“Fine,” she muttered. Harry grinned.

“Great,” Harry swept her up onto his shoulder, eliciting a squeal from Hermione.

“Harry!” Hermione exclaimed.

“We’re heading to bed, I want to act out more fantasies,” Harry informed her. Hermione lifted her head to glare at Draco as he snickered.

“You promised to answer all my questions!” Hermione shouted from over Harry’s shoulder.

“Make a list!” Draco shouted back as Luna dragged him into their bedroom and the door slammed closed, leaving the couples to their nightly rituals.

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Snape arrived at the double doors of a large castle. The guard stood in the middle, blocking anyone from entering the large room.

“I have news for our Lord,” Snape told the guard. He nodded before stepping aside, allowing Snape to step through into the room. Voldemort lifted his head when heard the doors opened, his red eyes narrowing when he spotted Snape making his way into the room.

“What news do you have for me?” Voldemort asked from his throne. Snape stepped forward, keeping his head bowed out of respect.

“Potter is a half-vampire,” Snape said. Voldemort sat up straighter as hushed murmurs from his death eaters started up.

“Quiet!” Voldemort snapped. The hushed murmurs shut down into silence. Voldemort peered closer at Snape. “What evidence do you have to support this?”

“That he has chosen the Mudblood Granger as his mate. He bit her in their third year. He left the Blood protection and left her his dog-tags,” Snape explained. Voldemort rose up from his throne and moved over to Snape, circling him.

“A half vampire?” he asked. “How did that happened?”

“Dumbledore has sent the Order on a mission to find out when Potter was changed, so far, my sources say he was bitten at the age of five,” Snape explained.

“My lord,” a death eater stepped forward, “You could become a full vampire, and you would even more powerful than you are right now.” He was cut shot when a green light hit him in the middle of the chest. He fell backward on the ground, dead.

“Any other ridiculous suggestions?” snarled Voldemort as he looked around at his group. “Surely you all know by now that vampires have no magical core to speak off. By becoming a full vampire, I would lose all my powers, the ability to walk in sunlight and I would be easily killed.” He turned back to Snape. “Tell me…how powerful is Potter?” Snape shook his head.

“I have no idea, my lord. None of us have seen Potter,” Snape told him. Voldemort walked away, thinking to himself.

“I want all my Death Eaters on alert for Potter and his mudblood. If Potter is a half-vampire, then he could prove very useful to me,” Voldemort ordered them and everyone bowed. He turned back to Snape. “How is my other plan coming along?”

“Very well, my lord, it will be ready by the next full moon,” Snape assured him and Voldemort smiled to himself. For once, his plans were coming in shape.

“Good, make sure there will be no distractions or mistakes that could destroy my plans,” Voldemort ordered. “Dismiss!” Everyone left him alone in this throne room.

Voldemort rounded his throne, sliding a hand over the back of the chair, curling his other hand. “Soon…I will have my goal within my grasp.”

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“Well, Voldie is one happy person,” muttered Harry as he sat up in bed. Hermione moaned as she curled into his side.

“What do you mean?” she whispered.

“He’s happy about something,” Harry told her and she snorted.

“Makes a change from his usual grumpy self, I don’t like it when he’s angry. You get hurt when he’s angry,” she mumbled out, sleepily. Harry grinned as he lay back down and she shifted so her head was lying on his chest. He kissed her the top of her head, running a hand through her curls as her breathing deepened once more.

He looked up at the ceiling, Voldemort was happy about something and he needed to find out why and fast before it was too late to put his plans into action.

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Dumbledore stood up as his office door opened to reveal the Order, Ron, and Ginny to make their way into the office. He gave a short nod to them before sitting back down once more. Everyone sat down on the chairs that they conjured up.

“What do you have to report?” Dumbledore asked as he sat back down on his chair.

“He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named has sent his death eaters looking for Harry Potter. He somehow got information on Potter leaving the blood protection,” Snape spoke up. Dumbledore frowned as he thought about it.

“How could he get information on Harry leaving the Dursleys?” Dumbledore asked. Snape shook his head.

“It sounds like he has been keeping an eye on Potter since Hogwarts let out for the summer,” Snape told him. “I only found out about him looking for Potter when I went to visit and find out information.”

“Hm,” Dumbledore filed it away to think about it later; he had pressing things to concentrate on. “Have we found out anything about Harry being bitten?”

“Yes,” McGonagall stood up as Snape sat back down. “It looks like he had been bitten at the age of five, although we are still unaware of who bit him. It looks like his sire had dropped off the face of the earth at that point.”

“Does anyone have any idea why they would bite Harry Potter?” Dumbledore asked.

“Turning the hero of the light to the dark side?” Snape spoke up with a scoff. “Don’t know why anyone would bother to ask that question.” Everyone looked at him for a moment before looking at Dumbledore.

“What are you saying?” Ron spoke up. “Is it true that Harry, by being bitten, could turn evil?”

“It depends on his nature,” Dumbledore explained. “He did not have a life suitable for a child and having the Wizarding World change their loyalties at different times could have pushed him in different directions.”

“He would still save us, right?” Molly demanded, almost hysterically.

“I think the question is…should Harry save us?” Ginny asked and they looked at her. “The Wizarding World are not the victim here…Harry is. He was one year old when You-Know-Who went after him and he was the one who had to save the wizarding world each year. From my calculations, the Wizarding World had plenty of times to take down You-Know-Who before the prophecy. The question still stands…Should Harry Potter save us when we have done nothing but turn our backs on him when he needed us the most?” Ginny finished, leaving everyone in silence.

Dumbledore just stared at the young red-haired woman. There was something different about her and he needed to find the answer and fast.

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“So old Snake-Face is happy about something?” Draco asked before snorting, “Didn’t think the guy knew how to be happy.” Harry grinned as Hermione finished writing up her list and lifted her head.

“Okay, I have finished my questions,” she told him. Draco arched an eyebrow.

“You made a bloody list?” Draco demanded. Hermione shrugged.

“You told me to,” she reminded. Draco’s jaw dropped as he remembered and he couldn’t believe that the girl had taken him seriously.

“I was being sarcastic!” he exclaimed. “Surely you know the difference between being serious and sarcastic.” Hermione shrugged.

“It sounded like a good idea and if I have anymore questions, I can always tick them off or cross out the ones I don’t want to ask or have been answered without me asking,” Hermione told him. Draco just mouthed soundlessly before he looked at Harry, who grinned.

“Why do you think I’m dating her?” Harry asked.

“Because she’s fabulous in bed and gives good head?” Draco remarked sarcastically only for Hermione to slap him up the back of the head. “Hey!” he snapped only to flinch when he saw her glaring at him.

“Don’t make assumptions about my abilities in bed. I’m for Harry’s eyes, ears, mouth, touch, and knowledge only,” she hissed. Luna grinned in amusement as she settled herself on Draco’s lap. Draco just pouted as he rubbed the back of his head.

“You didn’t have to hit so hard,” mumbled Draco.

“You do have a thick head,” Luna pointed out. Harry snorted back his laugher as he turned his head away while Draco glared at his girlfriend. Hermione laughed, at first, she had found Luna’s straightforwardness quite…loony at the beginning, but now, she just loved it. Luna had made her laugh more over the summer than she had put altogether the five years she shared with Harry and the moron.

Harry pushed his chair back as Hermione climbed into his lap, smoothing the list out.

“Okay, I know that you and Draco have been bitten by the age of five, you don’t know who your sire is, both of you are half-vampires thanks to Harry’s mother finding a way to make that happen because your sire’s lover saw the future and he warned Lily. You go through the blood lust for three days and when you bite someone during that event, you mark someone as your mate,” Hermione listed and got nods. “Ok, what are you magic limit? I know you can do some magic but do you know your limits?”

“We can do easy magic, like repairing or levitating something but something that actually use a lot of magic…say warding off the dementors can take a lot out of us,” Harry explained. “Even though I have mastered a lot of spells, there are a few that would eventually kill me.”

“What about using your wand?” Hermione crossed off the question on her list.

“If we use our wands too much, we could actually burn it out. Wandless magic is easier because we do not have to focus on the wands. We use our wands to keep up appearances in classes,” Draco explained. Hermione nodded as she scored off two questions.

“What are you like as vampires?” she asked. “I mean, we have read the books and information on them in our third year but are they accurate?” Draco shook his head.

“A majority of the books are written by wizards and witches, not vampires. Any vampire knows that it’s breaking the rules of their clans if they were to write books about themselves,” Draco explained.

“We can walk in sunlight, eat garlic and such. We are strong after feeding on someone but stronger if we feed off our mate. Something about our mate accepting us for who we are and willing to give up their blood for us,” Harry explained. “We are pretty much invulnerable to stakes and sliver. There is a way to kill us but Dumbledore didn’t know what it was because our sire never fully explained things to him.”

“Huh, this more information I get in a book,” she muttered to herself, annoyed with the lack of books. She scored off a few more questions. “How many times do you need to feed?”

“Er, it all depends. We wouldn’t be able to feed on you through the blood lust because you need time to rest and for your blood cells to regenerate but we’re used to not feeding,” Draco explained.

“We fed on the other girls whenever we were hungry, food can sustain us but we would need to actually have blood because food can’t replace the nutrients and such in the blood,” Harry finished.

“You bit a lot of girls?” Hermione tilted her head to look up at him. Harry looked off to the side with guilt clear on his face. He didn’t like thinking about the times he fed from the girls. Luna reached across and placed her hand over Hermione’s, drawing Hermione’s attention.

“They had to bite other girls, especially when they didn’t have a mate. I know it sounds horrible that the girls’ minds were wiped clean of the attack but it was for both of their protection. If they hadn’t fed, they would have eventually gone a blood feud and killed everyone at school,” Luna explained, softly and patient as ever.

Hermione gave a short nod, understanding, before she turned back to Harry and cupped his cheek. Harry turned back to face her. She reached up and kissed him, softly, before resting their foreheads together.

“I wasn’t being judgemental, I was just trying to figure out how many girls you bit…I mean; did you have to feed every day or every now and then? Was there a time-line of when you had to feed or you just fed when you needed to,” she explained. Draco rolled his eyes in amusement while Harry grinned, understanding what his girl was trying to explain.

“We mostly just fed whenever we needed to. It just differs to be honest. I didn’t bite a lot of girls though, just three,” Harry told her.

“Three?” she, Luna and Draco asked together and he flushed.

“Susan Bones, first and second year. Cho Chang, third to fifth year, and Hermione,” Harry explained. “Susan was the easiest person I could access at the time. Cho Chang, well, pretending that I had a crush on her helped me to gain access. Of course there was the time I ‘dated’ her thanks to Ron oblivating us all the time.” They nodded, understanding before the three of them turned to Draco, who flinched.

“You know me, I to keep up appearances that I changed my girlfriend like my underwear,” he muttered, getting snickers from the others and Luna rolling her eyes.

“After he fed, he would make the girls think they had been making out or further,” she explained. Draco winced as Harry and Hermione looked at him, curious.

“I’m a Malfoy,” he pointed out. “We are supposed to do these things!” Harry and Hermione rolled their eyes.

“Do you have any more questions?” Harry asked his girlfriend. She looked down at her lists, scoring off the ones that just been answered and shook her head.

“No, that’s them all,” she told him.

“Good timing,” she looked up at him, curious and he nudged his head in the direction of the window. “Cause Hermione has just arrived with a letter.” They all looked toward the window in time to see Hedwig, dyed black, come through the open window, and settle on the table, fluffing out her feathers. “Hey girl,” Harry reached out and stroked her breasts, soothing her.

Hedwig nibbled Harry’s finger for a moment before lifting her leg so he could remove the letter from he. Hermione pushed the plate of bacon toward Hedwig, who nibbled upon it. Hermione turned back to Harry as he finished opening the letter and scanned it.

“It looks like Voldemort has gotten wind of me being on the run and had sent his little death nibbles after me,” Harry told them.

“Bet it was Snape who told Voldemort,” Draco spoke up. He and Harry had discussed about Snape’s loyalty, it seemed that Snape preferred the dark side better than the light side as he continually referred Voldemort as his lord.

“Dumbledore says that Snape said someone else told Voldemort, which is a clear indication that he gave the information to himself. They also found out when I was bitten but they don’t know who my sire is…which is something,” Harry finished.

“What does he say about Ron?” Hermione had gotten off Harry’s lap to get a drink.

“Ron is still pissed about you dumping him, going missing, and being with me,” Harry told her. “Molly is the same but Ginny is acting indifference.” Draco and Harry locked eyes for a moment but Hermione caught it.

“What?” they looked at her.

“There is something that Draco and I have noticed about Ginny but we are keeping a tight lid on it because we need to be sure first before we start sprouting accusations, it wouldn’t work if we got it wrong,” Harry told her. Hermione was about to protest but thought better off it. Harry would tell her when the time was right.

“What does he say about Hogwarts?” Draco asked.

“Hogwarts is opening as normal this year and all the students are returning despite knowing that the Ministry was wrong about Voldemort. I guess they feel the kids are safer at Hogwarts,” Harry told them before folding the letter and placing it on the table.

“What about the teacher?” Luna spoke up.

“They found a teacher, she is an old friend of my mother, and she is willing to take over the DADA for the time being,” Harry explained before frowning. “He has asked if we are coming back to Hogwarts.”

“Do you want to?” Hermione asked, moving closer to him and sliding an arm around his shoulder.

“Not right now, we have too many unanswered questions and we still have a lot of hunting to do. Maybe at a later stage but it would depends,” he told them and they nodded in understanding before lapsing into silence.

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“Hogwarts is opening as usual?” Ron demanded as he stood up from his seat. “Are you crazy?”

“Ronald, sit down,” hissed Molly as she yanked her son into his seat.

“This is the best course to take, Mr Weasley. The Wizarding World must continue as normal if we are to take down Voldemort. If we were to keep Hogwarts closed, it wouldn’t do as it would seem like a defeat,” Dumbledore explained. “All the students, apart from Miss Granger, Miss Lovegood, and Mr Potter, will attend to Hogwarts. Anyone who is missing, we can safely assume his or her parents have pulled them out of Hogwarts or have decided not to return to Hogwarts.”

He watched as everyone nodded, get up, and leave his office to get Hogwarts ready for the return of the students. Turning his seat, he looked out of the window and frowned. The Weasley boy was beginning to prove more of a problem than a solution, he needed to find a way to shut him up and fast.

TBC

See you next week *Grins and hides*

8. Chapter 8: You Corrupted me

A/N: I am so sorry for taking a while to post this – I currently have a new obsession – Mark and Lexie from Grey’s Anatomy, I know, not everyone likes this couple but I am completely in love with them and they have been taking up my time.

In addition, my computer is a real bitch – it keeps acting up so I had to wait to access the internet.

Anyway, on with the story and I hope you are all happy with this one *Winks*

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Chapter 8: You Corrupted Me

“Oh yes,” Luna moaned as Draco thrusted into her. She was on her knees, facing the wall and her hands clutching the headboard. Her knuckles turned whiter each time Draco thrusted into her from behind, his hands on her hips.

One of his hands slid from her waist, up her stomach and cupped her breast, thumbing the nipple while his other hand slid down to her clit and rubbed it. “Yes!” she threw her head back, her long blonde locks cascading down her back, baring her neck.

Draco leaned forward and slid his fangs into the mark that he had made when he marked her as his. Luna moaned as her eyes slid shut and her lips parted, fighting to breathe through the pleasure. Draco, greedily, sucks his lover’s blood, enjoying the richness that hit his taste buds and the feeling he always got from drinking from her.

“Draco…” Luna groaned as her orgasm bust out, her walls clenching around his cock as he removed his fangs from her neck and thrusted into her harder, spilling his seed with a groan of Luna’s name.

Luna fell forward onto the bed with Draco slumped over her back and Luna chuckled.

“For a vampire, you are heavy,” she teased him.

“I would spank you if you hadn’t worn me out,” threatened Draco.

“Promise?” teased Luna and she got a groan in return.

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Meanwhile, Hermione was sleeping soundly in her bed, lying on her stomach with her arms under the pillow. The sheets was tangled around her hips, leaving her bare back exposed.

Harry was lying on his side, his head propped up on his right hand, with a soft smile on his face. His left hand was hovering over her back, his fingers trailing up and down her back. Leaning over, he pressed a kiss to the base of her neck and flicked his tongue over the soft skin.

“Hm,” Hermione moaned dreamily as she turned her head so she was facing Harry and propped open an eye. “You and Draco are going on another mission, aren’t you?” Harry leaned down and pressed his lips against hers.

“Later today, I have some research to do and I want to check out the book – if I’m the person it had chosen to be worthy,” Harry told her.

“What about the person you are looking for?” Hermione asked. “Draco mentioned that you had ordered a barman to look for someone.”

“I have not received any messages yet but I will get them,” Harry assured. Hermione lifted her head off the pillow.

“Who are you looking for?” she asked, curious. Harry looked over her shoulder.

“No one you need to be concerned about right now,” he assured her but she just glared at him. Harry chuckled as he leaned in and kissed her, sliding his left hand up her arm and into her hair. Hermione’s hand slid into his black locks, holding him close as they had their good morning kiss before Harry pulled away.

“Will you tell me later?” Hermione inquired and Harry nodded.

“I promise you.” He kissed her before leaving her in their bed and headed down to the library with the book. Hermione moaned as she curled back up in their bed and went back to sleep.

Draco made his way down into the library where he knew Harry was studying for their missions and their plan for Voldemort. When he reached the bottom, he admired the large library.

The room had floor to ceiling lined bookcases. It was like a maze. Off to the side, there were large tables and comfortable chairs scattered over the place. Near the tables, there were two soft couches in front of the large fireplace.

Reaching one of the tables that Harry was sitting at, Draco could see that Harry was reading the book that Luna and Crookshanks had found.

“Well?” Draco asked.

“I can read the book, Hermione can’t,” Harry told him as he flipped the page and continued to read the other side.

“Can I try?” Draco asked and Harry nodded. Draco walked over to him and looked over Harry’s shoulder only to frown when he saw blank pages. “They’re blank.” Harry nodded.

“Hermione says the same,” Harry told him, still scanning the pages. “These are packed with rituals that Voldemort would love. I mean, there is an immortal ritual but that requires 7 hearts of pure virgins at the age of 16.”

“Pure virgins?” asked Draco. Harry nodded.

“Yeah, they can’t have been touched sexually by a male whatsoever, no kisses and such.” Draco shook his head as he sat down across from Harry.

“Does this have anything to help you with your plan for Voldemort?” Draco asked and Harry nodded, flipping to the page where he had seen it.

“A lot,” Harry told him before frowning, “Though there are some ingredients that will be a little harder to get.”

“Like what?” Draco asked, sitting forward.

“Heart of a dragon, blood of a vampire, hair of a unicorn, and the blood of his lover,” Harry listed. Draco whistled at that.

“Ok…you could ask Charlie for the dragon’s heart and Luna could get the unicorn’s hair as she has a communication with them. The blood of a vampire, does it say what kind?”

“Full,” Harry supplied and Draco frowned.

“We could ask around for a vampire but a majority of them are on Voldemort’s side so we’ll need to tread carefully,” Draco muttered. “Blood of his lover, I don’t supposed we can use Bellatrix?” Harry shook his head.

“No, she is only his whore. She does not love him like a lover. We need the blood of someone who loves him despite everything,” Harry explained and Draco scoffed.

“And our mission just got harder.”

“Not completely. I mean, we do have some ideas of the women that surround Voldemort. All we need to do is have a look at which one is more likely to be his lover,” Harry muttered as he wrote something on the pad of paper before looking at the book once more.

“Did you get any letters from Dumbledore?” Draco asked, sitting back on the chair and swinging his legs up on to the table. Harry nodded.

“Yeah, Hogwarts opens today and he will send me a letter to let me know who turned up and who didn’t,” Harry told him, finally lifting is eyes up from the book. “This way we know who has fully joined Voldemort’s side.”

“How does the mission to find our sire go?” Harry shook his head.

“They don’t know anything more than Dumbledore already knew. We know that our sire’s lover will tell him when we need him so all we have to do is wait for the moment and hope that he will not be too late. We do need to speak to him about some things,” Harry said and Draco sighed.

“This is just bloody fantastic. We have Voldemort building his army and the Ministry who is sitting on their arse not bothering to do anything because they are riddled with Death Eaters who are lining their pocket with money,” Draco muttered.

“Don’t worry, we are going to the Ministry later today so we can get Voldemort’s hide out,” Harry told him. “You need to pack up the weapons though and we need to find a way to bind them so they don’t go rushing out.”

“What about them popping out when we arrive?” Draco asked and Harry shook his head.

“They won’t be able to. The charm in place is older than Fudge being on the seat so it won’t have been removed, it’s not allowed to be removed,” Harry told them.

“That didn’t work well before the summer,” Draco pointed out and Harry nodded.

“I know which is why Dumbledore implemented it before he left the Ministry. He had been furious over what had happened and wanted to make sure it wouldn’t happen again.” Draco nodded before leaving the library. Harry turned back to the book and made a few more notes, hoping that everything would work out in their favour.

*********

“Are you sure this is wise, Albus?” McGonagall followed Dumbledore into his office.

“Yes, we cannot show defeat. The Wizarding World needs the hope right now and we have to give it to them,” Dumbledore told her. “Especially now that Voldemort is out in the open and will be building his army.”

“But with Harry Potter missing, surely this would just make the situation worse,” McGonagall pointed out. Dumbledore held his hands up.

“The Wizarding World only has their selves to blame that Harry had left. They were the ones who kept turning their back on him when he needed them the most and praising him after Harry was proven right,” Dumbledore pointed out. “They need to learn that they have to start believing in themselves rather than following the Ministry like sheep to be herded.”

“Hm,” McGonagall nodded, understanding where Dumbledore was going with it. “Fine, I will retire to my office. I need to finish off my plans.” She left the office and Dumbledore turned to face Fawkes.

“Why is it, I always have a bad feeling at the beginning of term?” Dumbledore asked.

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“You are insatiable,” the man growled as he collapsed onto his back, sweat running down his body. He looked over at his lover, who just had a satisfied smile on her face.

“You corrupted me,” she reminded him, looking over at him and he rolled his eyes. She rolled onto her side and pulled him in for a kiss. “I was an innocent virgin when you took me.” He growled as he rolled her onto her back, rolling on top of her and kissed his way down her neck.

She gasped and stiffened underneath her. He lifted his head to see her green eyes were now white before they snapped back to their usual green hue. Rolling off her, he checked her over to make sure that she was okay.

“What did you see?” he asked.

“Hm…they are close on their mission. There is a few mishaps that will happen but nothing that will affect the outcome,” she sighed, standing up from the bed.

“Can you see anything else?” he asked, turning onto his side, watching her.

“You will need to see them,” she told them, turning her head so her green eyes met his blue ones. “There is an ingredient they need and you are the only person I trust to help them.”

“Lexie…” he started but she shook her head.

“No, Mark. I cannot tell you everything. It could affect the outcome of the future and that is something I am not willing to do. Harry is close to ending this war. You will help him,” she warned him.

“Or what?” teased Mark and got a glare in his direction.

“Or no sex,” she shot back. Mark’s jaw dropped at the threat that his lover had given him. Never in their two hundred years had she ever threatened him with no sex.

“Lexie…” he stuttered and she shrugged.

“You want sex, you’d reveal yourself and help them bring this war to an end,” Lexie told him, grabbing the silk robe and slid it around her naked body. Tying it around her waist, she smiled sweetly at her lover before heading out of the bedroom, leaving her stunned lover behind on the bed.

“No sex?” he muttered in utter disbelief before dropping his head onto the pillow.

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“Welcome to the Ministry, please give your name and nature of visit,” a female voice spoke into the phone. Harry pressed in a bunch of numbers and waited for the reply. “Welcome back Mr Lucius Malfoy and Minister Fudge, your identification will be sent through.” Two IDs slid through the slot. Harry and Draco picked them up and the public telephone covered itself with a glamour charm, preventing anyone from looking inside to see Harry and Draco disappearing through the hole in the ground.

They stopped when they appeared in an elevator and Draco reached over to press a button, taking them to the top floor and to where the Death Eaters would be working to corrupt the Ministry.

“Let’s go,” Harry said as the elevator stopped, the doors opened and they stepped through.

Everyone stopped when realised that Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy walked onto the floor. The Death Eaters were looking at Harry almost greedily, if they could capture him, they would be reward handsomely from Voldemort, and that was something they wanted.

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“Hogwarts starts today,” Luna murmured and Hermione nodded, throwing down the hand of cards that she was playing with. Luna rolled her eyes in amusement as she folded her hand. Hermione scooped up the bundle of chocolate M&Ms and placed them into the small bowl with the others.

Harry and Hermione were sitting on Hermione’s bed, playing a game of cards, and using Chocolate M&Ms as betting chips.

“Hm, I’m sure the school board is ecstatic that we are missing from the roll,” Hermione told her. Luna laughed.

“I think Ron would be the one who is throwing a fit because you’re not there to be at his beck and call,” Luna teased. Hermione wrinkled her nose at the thought.

“Let’s not put me off my chocolate,” she scolded Luna, who giggled, picking up the cards and shuffling them so they could play another hand.

“What do you think would be happening today?” Luna asked and Hermione shrugged as she picked up her cards, looking them over.

“Probably just as normal. Dumbledore would be trying to make sure everyone stays calm about Harry being missing. I wonder what they would be like once they’ve noticed that Draco isn’t at Hogwarts,” Hermione pushed forward some M&Ms as a bet.

“Well, the ones who haven’t joined Voldemort’s ranks would assume that Draco had gone to join him. The ones who are in Voldemort’s ranks would assume that he is a traitor. It’s bound to have come out that Lucius Malfoy has lost his son,” Luna explained before frowning. “What exactly happens if you lose son?” Hermione laughed hysterically.

“I don’t even wanna know,” she told Luna with a bright grin. “But I get the feeling that’s something not good.” Luna could not help the smile crossing her face.

“You are more upbeat this year,” Luna pointed out and Hermione nodded.

“I think it’s due to the fact that Harry isn’t at Hogwarts this year so I don’t have to worry that he is going to get caught up in something that will have him risking his life and being put into the Hospital wing about five times,” Hermione told her. Luna chuckled as she nodded.

“Yes, some of the students were discussing about having Harry’s name placed over the bed that he always occupied so that everyone knew who’s bed it was,” Luna explained. Hermione grinned.

“Don’t tell Harry that, please,” she said. “He is already annoyed with the fact that he spent most of his time in the hospital wing that hearing that would probably just push him over the edge.”

“The secret imps have my lips sealed,” assured Luna. Hermione laughed at this before shaking her head.

“Wish the secret imps would have everyone else’s lips sealed,” muttered Hermione as another howler came to the bedroom window only to burst into flames as it hit the barrier that was covering the house.

The owl shook its leg and the burning letter dropped onto the ground before the owl flew away, obviously unpleased that it had to keep doing this all the time.

“Mm, Ronald does seem to have a hard time letting you go. So does Molly,” Luna murmured.

“How hard it is to understand that I broke up with the pathetic idiot?” Hermione demanded, looking at Luna. “I told him that it was over and I made it very loud and clear to him. What do I need to do? Take a mallet to his head?”

“I doubt that would make a dent,” remarked Luna. “Some guys only like to see what they want to see, not what they are seeing. Ronald has been waiting for you to come round to being his girlfriend and knowing that you chose Harry over him is just fuelling the anger inside of him. He had inferior’s issues when it comes to rich people.”

“He has everything Harry wants – he has a family, two parents who are alive and siblings. Harry doesn’t give a damn about his fame and money,” Hermione spat out bitterly. “Rich people rarely get the love and attention they need from their parents because they are too busy being popular.” Luna nodded in agreement.

“What do you plan on doing with him?” Luna asked and Hermione sighed.

“I don’t want to do anything. As far as I’m concerned, he is out of my life and I don’t want to see him again but I know Harry wants revenge on them for taking our memories and free-will away,” Hermione explained. “He even suggested using a love potion on Ron and getting him to sleep with someone he doesn’t like.” Luna grinned as an idea came to her mind but she kept it silent, she needed to know if things were going to go in the direction she thought it would.

“What are the boys doing?” Luna changed the conversation and Hermione shrugged.

“Harry told me he was going to the Ministry today, something about sorting out some stuff,” Hermione told her and Luna nodded, both girls turned back to their card game.

*********

Meanwhile, in the Ministry, Harry and Draco had managed to capture all the Death Eaters and placed them in the main lobby. The innocents locked away in a room without their wands and knocked out so they would not be able to give away anything.

Harry and Draco stood in front of the large group, some of them they did not know and others were surprising…including Professor Umbridge, who the students of Hogwarts had dubbed as ‘Umbitch’ due to her narcissist ways of teaching them all a lesson when punishing them.

“What in Merlin’s name are you doing Potter?” Umbridge shrieked with anger, wriggling on the spot, tied up.

“Fun time,” Harry told her with a smirk. “We want answers and we were told that you all were the best person to give them…so, you all have a choice. You can either tell us what we want to know and we’ll let you go or you can be tortured for hours until we get the answers.”

“What makes you think we will tell you anything,” hissed Umbridge.

“Because you don’t want to be tortured,” Draco spoke up from where he was leaning against the wall. “All Voldemort would do is have you put under the torture spell then kill you. Us…we will take you apart piece by piece. We will take you to the brink of death then bring you right back just to start the whole thing over again.” Some of the death eaters were almost pissing their pants over the thought.

“You wouldn’t dare,” shrieked Umbridge. “We are worthy pureblood. You are nothing but a half blood freak,” she gestured to Harry before glaring at Draco. “And you are nothing but a traitor!”

“You act like we actually give a damn of what you think of us,” Harry told her, amused. Umbridge’s jaw snapped shut. She could not believe that she was not getting through to them. “You don’t understand do you? We do not give a fuck about the Wizarding World. If we had a choice in the matter, we would let Voldemort wipe you all out then take him down but because we have a better plan in mind – we are saving this pathetic world only to reshape it into a better fairer world.”

“That’s what our lord is trying to do!” Umbridge exclaimed but Harry knelt down.

“We want to get rid of the pureblood that are stuck in their ways. The muggleborns and the creatures, which you classed as Dark, deserve a chance in this world. They are the ones who make a change, they understand how cruel a place can be, and I’m doing it for them…for Hermione.” Umbridge’s face turned pure red from anger that it almost looked like purple.

“That mudblood bitch?!” she screamed. “That’s who you are doing all this for? She is nothing but a pathetic muggleborn. The only thing she is good for is to lie on her back and spread her legs for the all the worthy pureblood. She is nothing but an uppity whore who needs to know her place!” Her face snapped sideways due to Harry’s backhand and he stood up.

“I’m sorry that you feel that way. Hermione Granger is the one person who stuck by my side through thick and thin. Your pathetic world had turned their backs on me whenever they heard something they did not like and praised me when I was right. If you seriously think, I will become the hero everyone expects me to be, you have another think coming. I’m taking Voldemort down and all of you are going down with him.” Harry turned to Draco. “She’s first – let her know for herself what a true whore is.” Draco grinned as he grabbed Umbridge, pulling her up and hauling her over to the locked door.

Umbridge started screaming as she tried to jerk herself out of Draco’s grip but he proved too strong as he waved his hand over the handle, unlocking it and opened the door. He shoved Umbridge into the small dark room and smiled.

“We’ll see you when they are finished,” Draco told her, slamming the door shut and pressing the buttons that was on the pad next to the door. There was a light under the door before it suddenly flashed red and went dark.

Draco walked back over to Harry and stood next to him, looking down at the other Death Eaters who were now frightened of the two men in front of them.

“What did you do with her?” One of the other women spoke up. Draco just shrugged.

“Sent her to her worst nightmare,” Draco told her before gesturing to the door. “Do you idiots even know what that door does?” He got negative headshakes and snorted to himself. “You all have several of amazing things at your fingers and you know absolutely nothing about this world. This door can send a person anywhere as long as you know the correct code. I sent her to her worst nightmare and it will send her back when they have finished teaching her a lesson.”

“What are you going to do to the rest of us?” a man spoke up.

“Everything until we get the answer we want,” Harry told him with a shrug and a smirk as he opened the duffle bag, that he had dropped when he entered the lobby, and pulled out a range of different instruments.

By the time, they were finished going through the people they were torturing, the walls splattered with blood, pools of blood on the floor. They were still working on one man. The others were shivering, half in shock, and half in fear. Umbridge had been sent back nearly an hour ago, tortured and terrified for her life that Draco had put her out before she give him another headache with her high pitch screams.

The man, they were working on, half gurgled/half screamed the answer. Harry looked over at Draco.

“Looks like we have our answer,” Harry said and Draco smirked.

“I supposed we should clean up now,” Draco said and Harry nodded as he reached into his bag and pulled out the long sword. Draco pulled out a similar sword and both of them shared a grin before turning back to the cowering group.

TBC

Names – Lexie and Mark belongs to Grey’s Anatomy. Sorry, but I really love this couple! (In addition, I did not have a clue what to call them).

9. Chapter 9: Pray

Chapter 9: Pray

“Can you believe this?” Ron raged from where he was pacing in the common room. Ginny was sitting on the couch watching him with a blank look but if someone looked at her closely; they would have been able to see the bored look in her eyes as she watched her brother continue to rant. “Harry-bloody-Potter has disappeared off the face of the earth and has taken my girlfriend with him and all anyone gives a damn is that he isn’t around to protect them!”

“She broke up with you,” pointed out Ginny, obviously tired off hearing Ron claim Hermione as his girlfriend when she had broken up, publicly, with him. Even a blind man would have seen that Hermione would have chosen Harry over Ron anytime rather than choosing the boy who could not keep his jealously under lock and key.

“It’s just a phase, she thinks she can do better than me,” Ron brushed off. Ginny rolled her eyes at this.

“He is better than you,” Ginny froze when she realised what she had said and suppressed a groan when she saw Ron turn to face her, his face turning bright red from anger.

“What did you just say?” shouted Ron.

“Oh please, you heard me,” she shot back, wondering where her courage had come from but found that she was enjoying it. For far too long, she had cowered under Ron’s famous temper but no longer, she wasn’t going to allow him to rule her life any longer by telling her who she could date and who she couldn’t. “Hermione broke up with you in front of everyone. She has made it very clear that she’s not interested in being with you and I wouldn’t be surprise if she’s found out that you and mum oblivated her so many times over the last two years.” She took pride in the shocked guilty look that crossed over his face.

“How did…” he whispered and she shrugged.

“It was kinda hard not to. We all saw Harry and Hermione getting closer in their fourth year only for you to do a one-eighty. Some students were putting bets on if you were ‘helping’ Hermione and Harry to stay away from each other. The twins were extra suspicious due to the summer before fifth year because mum had worked herself into such a state over something that had happened. They bumped into Harry and found that he was acting weird, leaving them with the conclusion.”

“You don’t have any proof,” bluffed Ron and Ginny laughed.

“The twins started hanging around with Harry and Hermione and doing things. After certain times, they noticed that Harry and Hermione had forgotten something and they told me. I watched you and saw how you would become extra pissy if Hermione even showed such a concern about Harry. The decisive factor was when Hermione brushed off Harry’s worries that he was a bad kisser and you said ‘how do you know’. The worried look on your face indicated that you were worried that her memories had come back,” Ginny explained before shrugging. “We all knew that you were pathetic…we just underestimated how far you would go to get Hermione.”

“I don’t have to listen to this!” snapped Ron as he stormed out of the common room and up the stairs to his room, probably to write a letter to his mother warning her that Ginny knew what they had done.

After Ron disappeared from sight, Ginny got up from the couch and moved over to the fire. It flashed green for a moment but it was enough time for her to slip the envelope through it. Bowing her head, she just hoped that her family would understand when the time came.

**************

Hermione closed the bedroom door. Harry and Draco had not come back yet so Luna decided to go into the library to find a book to read. Hermione, on the other hand, was feeling restless that her lover has not arrived back yet.

Reaching the end of the bed, she removed her clothes from her body slowly until she was bare. Her hair was longer, reaching the small of her back. She crawled onto the bed and sighed as she reclined on the bed, stretching out as her bare skin met the cool satin of the sheets.

Harry had gone shopping shortly after they all moved in and bought the most expensive sheets for their comfort. He had explained that by being a half vampire, they are more sensitive. She admired his taste; the sheets were so soft and cool under her heated skin.

She could smell his scent on the bed; it was as if his arms wrapped around her, keeping her safe and warm. Hermione closed her eyes, turning her head as an image of Harry appeared in her mind’s eye.

The wicked gleam in his green eyes and the smirk that adored his face as his hand slid up her left thigh, teasingly reaching the soaked curls between her legs. Hermione moaned as her hand followed the same path in her fantasy. Reaching her wet lips, she trailed her fingers over them, playing before sliding her index finger inside of her.

Her fingers were not as thick Harry’s are; leaving her frustrated as she slid another finger inside of her, gasping as she curled them over the soft spot, rubbing against the sweet area as her other hand cupped a breast, flicking her thumb over her hardened nipple.

Hermione let out a gasp as pleasure rushed through her veins, every senses buzzing alive. She closed her eyes, arching her body as she pressed harder against the sweet spot, her thumb moving up toward her clit, desperately seeking the abyss of pleasure that waited before her.

She strummed her thumb over her clit only to stop when she sensed someone else was in the room with her.

“Don’t stop,” ordered a gruff voice. Hermione gasped as she jerked her head up and met dark green eyes of Harry Potter.

“Harry…” Hermione whispered. Harry was sitting on the chair in front of the bed; he was watching her.

“Don’t stop,” he ordered. Hermione swallowed as desire flushed through her body, her fingers taking a mind of their own as they pumped in and out of her body once more, her hips moving to the rhythm.

Harry had not been expecting this when he arrived in their bedroom to greet his girlfriend. He arrived in his bedroom only to stop in his tracks when he saw just what his girlfriend was up to on their bed.

He slipped into the chair, positioned at the end of the bed, at the wall, giving him the perfect view of what she was doing. Swallowing heavily as Hermione continued her motions once more. Her thumb strumming over her clit as her fingers moved faster, taking up the pace, it had left off in the first place.

Her eyes never left his face, watching as he watched her pleasure herself. She spread her thighs further and bucked her hips up, arching into her hand as her nail, lightly, scratched a sweet spot inside of her.

Harry’s hands tightened as sweat broke out over his hairline over the sweet gasp she had made before a moan filled the room. He gritted his teeth as she dipped her free hand index finger into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the digit before she slipped her finger out and caressed her nipple with it.

Excited by the changes in Harry, Hermione pushed her fingers harder and faster, gasping as she threw her head back in pleasure as she felt her climax building. She removed her finger away from her nipple and replaced her thumb with her fingers, stimulating both areas, drawing her climax nearer.

A cry of pleasure, her walls clamped down around her fingers and her body arched, frozen in place as she rode out her climax before she slumped down on the bed, her hand still moving in between her legs, trying to draw her climax out even more.

Hermione gasped as her hand yanked away from between her legs and Harry’s cock replaced them, filling her up. Her hands went to his back, her nails digging down onto the skin to the point of breaking.

Harry did not mind the pain, it helped him to gain some control back after it snapped as Hermione came around her hand, climaxing from her manipulating. He pulled out of her before slamming back into her, grunting with the effort as she wrapped her legs around his waist, holding on as he stimulated her once more, his mouth sucking on whatever skin he could reach before he reached one of her nipples, sucking it hard and flicking his tongue over the hard nub.

“Harry…” Hermione groaned, turning her face into his neck as she panted. Harry pressed his face into her neck and she bit her bottom lip when she felt his face change and fangs slid into her artery and drinking her blood. “Yes…” Hermione moaned as her head fell back and her walls clamped down around him as he continued to thrust into her, taking her higher before she crashed into the crest of pleasure with a scream of his name.

Harry yanked his fangs out of her neck and pounded into her as he climaxed her, the scream of his name, the taste of her blood, the feel of her walls clenching around him and the memory of her pleasuring herself pushed him over the edge.

Harry groaned before he slumped down on top of her, using his forearms to make sure he did not crush her completely as he tried to get his breathing under control and to wait for her to regain the feeling in her hands so she could remove her nails from his skin.

Once she did, Harry rolled off her to he was on his back, facing the ceiling, breathing heavily as Hermione grabbed the sheets and wrapped around their body, holding the sheet close to her chest as she fought to breathe.

“Wow, I should do that more often,” breathed Hermione and Harry groaned.

“If you do, I just might die a heart attack,” he muttered. Hermione grinned as she turned over and rested her head on his chest.

“I missed you,” she whispered. Harry chuckled.

“I could tell,” he teased, wrapping an arm around her waist. Hermione, half hearted, slapped him on the chest before sighing.

“Did you get what you were looking for?” she mumbled, half asleep and Harry nodded, kissing her head.

“Yeah, I did. Go to sleep,” he told her. The only answer he got was Hermione’s breathing deepening and a short tap at the window. Turning his head, he saw an owl outside his window with a letter on its leg.

***************

She was packing her stuff mindless. She could not stay at Hogwarts anymore, not with everything she knew. Ron and her mother had been trying to brainwash her into falling for Harry Potter, the boy who lived but Harry was not the hero they all thought he was. He was just a normal man who wanted to live a life of peace with the woman who loved and knew him better than he knew himself.

Ginny took one more look around the room before reaching down to pick up her trunk that she had shrunk and placed it into her jacket pocket. She had finally made a choice and now was the time for her to leave.

***************

Hermione let out a soft moan, awakening when she sensed that Harry was no longer in their bed with her. She shifted onto her other side to face the window. He had not left the room that much she knew. She opened her eyes and saw that he was standing in front of the window.

“What’s wrong?” Hermione asked as she came up behind Harry, sliding her arms around his waist and pressing her lips against his bare shoulder, over the wolf tattoo that symbolised him as the head of the Black’s house.

“Ginny has left Hogwarts,” Harry told her, staring out of the window. He was clad in only his black silk pants while she was dressed in a white lacy nightwear. “She sent a letter to Dumbledore, her family and to me.” He lifted his left hand, showing her the letter.

“Why did she leave?” Hermione asked, turning her head to she could rest the side of her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes.

“She felt she couldn’t live with the Wizarding World anymore after what they have done to me. She told me that she had a feeling that Ron and Molly were oblivating us but had no proof and did not want to destroy our friendship on un-based accusations. She knew that if I were to go back to Hogwarts, Ron and Molly would try and push us into a relationship,” Harry explained.

“They always were idiots,” Hermione murmured. “Do you think Ginny will be safe?” Harry nodded, turning around in her arms and he slid his arms around her waist, holding her close to him, kissing the top of her head.

“If what Draco and I think is true, she’ll be more than safe where she is,” Harry assured her. “Ginny isn’t a dumb little girl who is naïve, she has a better understanding of the world than anyone thinks. She knows how to defend herself.”

“Hm, if that’s all it is, why did you come out of bed?” Hermione asked, lifting her head to meet his green eyes.

“Because I’m hoping she knows what she is getting herself into,” Harry admitted, causing Hermione to frown but she left it alone, knowing that Harry would tell her when he was ready. “Anyway, back to bed.” He leaned down and took her lips into his, walking her backward until the back of her knees hit the bed, causing them to fall onto the bed.

*************

Molly had been frantic when she had received the letter from her only daughter, informing her that Ginny had left Hogwarts and the Wizarding World and left no forwarding address. Ginny did not leave any indications on why she had left, just that she had realised something and it made Molly worried. With Voldemort and his Death Eaters out there, Ginny would be a ripe target for picking and she did not want her daughter to be dead or worse, their whore.

McGonagall had called a meeting with the order once she had received the letter from Ginny. Dumbledore had also received a letter but had not been as shocked as the others had. He had kept his eye on the younger Weasley, feeling that she, slowly, being pushed to her limit. Something had obviously happened to make her snap and leave the Wizarding World.

Not for the first time, he wondered if Harry and Ginny had the right idea in leaving the world. Yes, he loved the Wizarding World but it had slowly become jaded and blind to the reality. People liked to believe that they were superior above others but when it came to facing someone who was destroying their world, they either turned a blind eye or joined the cause in hope they would survive.

They were like sheep following the coin of where it landed and it made their choices for them, resulting in either praising the person or dragging them through the mud, slinging abuse.

Dumbledore’s office door opened to reveal the Order with the Weasley entering his office, the Weasley looking worried and the Order confused, obviously not filled on what had happened.

“Two hours ago, I received a letter from Miss Ginny Weasley. She has left Hogwarts and the Wizarding World,” Dumbledore stood up, lifting the letter that she had sent to him.

“Does she say why?” McGonagall asked. Dumbledore shook his head.

“No, she doesn’t. She just indicated that she could not live in this world. She was afraid that if Harry were to come back, the world would try to push them together and she did not want that. She knows that Harry is in love with Hermione and she is not in love with him.”

Molly was about to say something but a glare from her husband kept her silent. She could protest all she wanted, but Harry was not interested in her daughter and Ginny had left the wizarding world to ensure that she would not end up in loveless marriage.

“So, what do we do now?” Moody asked and Dumbledore sighed.

“We just pray that she is safe and hope that everything will turn out in our favour,” Dumbledore told them, looking out of the window, wondering what to do.

TBC

Sorry that it was short – was not my intention and I was busy for the last few weeks *Rolls eyes* RL just sucks to hell. I do not know when I will get the next one out but I promise you I will try to get it out soon! (Thankfully the summer holidays is almost here)

10. Chapter 10: They Need You

I didn’t plan on revealing anything about Ginny this early on but it seemed to work out so I decided to go with the flow.

Chapter 10: They Need You

Hermione sighed as she made her way into the kitchen. She was wearing Harry’s black t-shirt. Rubbing her hand over the back of her neck, she squinted when she spotted a shadow moving and flipped the light switch, dousing the kitchen in a bright light.

“Do you mind!?” snarled Draco from where he was sitting at the counter, obviously enjoying the peace in the dark.

“Sorry,” Hermione said, not sounding sorry, as she moved over to the cupboard to get a glass. Once she grabbed one, she headed over to the fridge and pulled out the orange juice.

“You could at least have sounded sorry,” Draco muttered as he stuck his fork into the large chocolate cake that was sitting in the middle of the table. Luna had gone on a baking frenzy earlier.

Hermione grinned as she sat down at the table, pouring the juice into her glass and picking up a spare fork.

“So, why are you sitting here in the dark?” she asked, pulling the plate of chocolate cake over to her and cutting her fork through the soft mixture before taking a bite.

“Thinking,” muttered Draco as he also took a piece of the cake.

“Is it about Ginny?” Hermione asked. Draco looked at her. “Harry got a letter from Ginny. She left the wizarding world because she felt she couldn’t deal with everything that had happened.” She shrugged. “Harry was worried about her but said that Ginny could take care of herself and where she was going, she would be more than protected.” Draco nodded.

“I feel the same but the world will not be happy once they find out where Ginny is. I just hope it won’t cause problems between her and her family in the future.” Hermione frowned.

“Just what is going on with Ginny that has you and Harry worried?” Hermione asked. “I know that you were planning on telling me when you were ready or when the time was right, but this is getting ridiculous. What could Ginny possibly be getting herself into that could be considered as dangerous?”

Draco sighed as he dug his fork into the cake once more, eating the chocolate goodness before he came to a choice.

“Okay, what I am about to tell you, it can not be passed on to anyone else. That means Dumbledore and Ginny’s family. If they were to find out, well, none of us will like the end.” Hermione nodded, understanding that it must be a big deal. “Ginny is with Voldemort.” The fork slipped from Hermione’s now numb fingers and clattered on the cool tile of the counter.

Hermione’s brown eyes widen in shock as her lips parted before she frowned, unsure what to say or do over hearing the news that Ginny Weasley had gone to join Voldemort, Harry’s enemy.

“I…I don’t understand…” she whispered, shaking her head.

“Harry and I have always suspected it since second year when Ginny was being ‘possessed’ by Voldemort. She never was possessed, she was merely put in a state of being where she couldn’t remember anything,” Draco explained. “She grew up in the wizarding world Hermione. She knew how dangerous a book that could talk was yet she continued to use the book. Sure, she blamed it on not having any friends but Harry and I had always suspected that there was something more than we were being told.”

“How do you mean?” she asked. She didn’t know what to feel over hearing that Ginny had joined Voldemort and that Harry and Draco had somehow known Ginny was going to do that.

“We think Ginny had developed feelings for Tom Riddle,” Draco admitted.

“Are you serious?” she whispered. Draco nodded gravely. “But…”

“You, of all people, should know that you can’t help who you fall for,” he warned her. Hermione looked away, trying to gather her thoughts. Ginny had fallen for Voldemort and she had gone to join Voldemort.

“What does this mean?” she whispered.

“The end of everything we know,” Draco admitted and she looked at him. “If Voldemort wins…everything will be destroyed and Ginny will be hailed as his queen for bringing him the victory.”

“Why now…” Hermione asked.

“Because of the Wizarding World,” Draco explained, tucking into the cake once more. “They drove her away from us. By telling her about Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived, in hope that she would fall for an image and using the book in her first year only strengthened her resolve. She knows far too well what the world would do if Harry were ever to come back.”

“Pureblood…” Hermione sighed. Draco nodded.

“They think Harry should be with a pureblood and Ginny has been groomed since a young age to be his lover and wife. But what the world didn’t realise was that Ginny had revaluated her feelings about Harry in her first year and realised what the world was up to. Add in the fact that she feels a kindred spirit toward Tom, there were no other paths for her.”

“Kindred spirit?” asked Hermione. Draco nodded.

“Both of them were basically used. Ginny was used to be a tool in Harry’s life. Tom was to be used as a tool in his father’s life. While Tom was a product of love potions, Ginny grew up learning how to create and use love potions in order to snare Harry as hers,” Draco explained.

Hermione’s face grew white under the implications.

“They wanted her to use a love potion on Harry?” Hermione stumbled away from the counter, one hand over her stomach as she fought to keep her food down.

“You can read all the books you want but you can never fully understand the Wizarding World unless you see it with your own eyes,” Draco looked away. “My father taught me that.” He turned his head when he heard Hermione’s fist make contact with the counter next to the sink as she stared out of the window.

“When I first got my letter, I thought I would finally be able to fit in as I was an outcast in the Muggle world only to have that view tainted each year I came back. Why would they do that to Harry? Has he not suffered enough?!”

“Hermione…” Draco stopped when he saw her shoulders tense.

“He has been belittled by Snape, Umbridge, Fudge and the papers. Each year he goes through hell just to save the school and in turn, the wizarding world but none of them can be bothered to stand by him whenever he tries to tell them something that would save their lives. How many countless of deaths that could have been saved if Fudge and the Wizarding world had taken heed that Voldemort had came back rather than burying their heads in the sand?”

“There lays the rub,” Draco muttered. Hermione turned to face him. “The ministry lines it pockets with gold and treasures given to them by death eaters. There is nothing that is not corrupted. Hogwarts and the Goblins are probably the only two places that Death Eaters have not tainted.”

“Do these people not have a backbone?” she hissed.

“Not when it comes to fear,” replied Harry. Draco and Hermione’s heads spun over to the doorway where they saw Harry standing in the doorway, watching the scene. “They will always live in fear as long darkness tries to take over.

“There will always be darkness,” remarked Hermione, bitterly. “You cannot have light without darkness…it is impossible.” She turned away from the men, crossing her arms over her chest. “Is this what our future generations have to look forward to? A pure blood is allowed to use love potions and bury their heads in the sand while the muggleborns and half blood have to sacrifice themselves just to protect something or someone they love?”

“As long as the Ministry does what it does? Yes,” Harry told her. “There will be no other way as long as the Ministry continues to be ruled by imbeciles that can not understand the implication of lining their pockets with blood money…money that has bought the Death Eater everything they’ve wanted.”

“And what about Ginny?” she asked. Harry looked toward Draco.

“You told her,” Harry said. Draco nodded. Harry sighed as he turned to face his girlfriend. “You can’t hate her.” Hermione spun around to glare at Harry.

“She just joined up with your enemy, Harry! I know the world was cruel when they brought her up, teaching her how to use love potions and learning about you but she didn’t have to go to Voldemort. She could have come to us. We would have protected her!”

“No, we couldn’t have,” Harry shot her down. Hermione frowned. “Voldemort will be able to protect her better than any of us because he will not let anything harm her.”

“How do you know?” she asked. “How can you possibly know Voldemort will not hurt her?”

“Because he cares for her in his own way,” admitted Harry. Hermione’s jaw dropped. “I can feel it, just like he can feel my feelings. It’s not a one way street, Hermione. It goes both ways. He has always been attracted to her soul since he first encountered her through the book. It only got stronger over the years. She was strong and she was fearless when she was with him…despite the fact that she didn’t know who he really was at the time.”

“He’s in love with her?” Hermione asked, stunned. Harry shook his head.

“No…at least, not yet,” Harry sighed. “I know he cares for her deeply but I don’t think he knows how deep his feelings run for her.”

“And that’s how you know she’ll be safe,” she whispered. Harry nodded.

“Yes, he won’t let anyone harm her. That, I can assure you,” he promised.

“What about Dumbledore? Why can we not tell him?” she asked.

“Because of the unseen,” Draco spoke up, drawing Hermione’s attention to him. “We cannot give him too much information. If it seems like he knows something about Ginny, they will sense it and will force him into giving up the information. If anyone outside us were to find out about Ginny, they will use it as a reason to take the war to him and we can’t afford it.”

“What do you mean?” Hermione asked, frowning.

We know what we are going to do with Voldemort,” Harry blurted out. Hermione looked at him, curious. “It is complicated but Ginny joining Voldemort will help with our plan. She is someone who has fallen in love with Tom Riddle and we need her help.” Hermione just frowned before she nodded, letting it go.

The door opened once more to reveal Luna making her way into the kitchen. She smiled when she saw them.

“The rust bunnies told me that you were eating the chocolate,” she explained. Draco just rolled his eyes, amused while Hermione arched an eyebrow.

“What’s with all the bunnies? They seem to have a lot of them about, don’t they?” she asked. Luna just shrugged.

“They seem to want to talk to me a lot…or more like tattle on everyone,” she explained before she looked at Harry. “And you have a plan.” Harry arched an eyebrow at her before grinning, impressed.

“Yes, I do have a plan,” he confirmed. “But I don’t plan on breaking into anything.”

“So, what are we going to do?” Draco asked. Harry grinned.

“We’re going dancing,” he told them. Hermione and Draco exchanged puzzled glances while Luna beamed happily.

**************

“What do you see?” Mark asked.

“You teasing me,” pouted Lexie. Mark glared at her from over his shoulder from where he was sitting on the edge of the bed, searching for his pants.

“I have already given you five orgasms, what more do you want?” he groaned, grabbing his pants and pulling them over his naked lower body.

“Your body back in mine,” Lexie rose up on her knees, the sheet falling down onto the bed to reveal her nakedness. Mark gulped as his blue eyes roved over her body, taking in the curves and the swell of her breasts. She reached out a hand and curled her fingers around the band of his jeans. “I want to feel your hard…thick…warm cock inside of me,” she nipped his chest, slipping her whole hand into the jeans so she could palm him once more. “I want to feel your hands on me, on my breasts…my thighs…my waist…my ass. I want to feel you thrusting deep inside of me that it feels that you would become a part of me if you were to thrust any deeper.”

Lexie reached up and took one of Mark’s earlobes in her mouth, tugging on it. Mark breath came out raggedly as his hands came up to cup her waist as her hand, the one that was curled around him, squeeze him.

“Lexie…” Mark groaned, pulling away from her body and yanking her hand out of his jeans. “You are going to kill me.” She just grinned, not in the least put off.

“But what a way to go, right?” she asked, taking her hand back and sucking a finger into her mouth, tasting him.

“Lexie,” he groaned, pulling her finger out of her mouth and taking her mouth in his, his tongue plunging into her, duelling with hers as he pulled her body up against his, savouring the feel of her naked chest against his.

Lexie moaned as she slid her arms around his neck, pulling him down as she fell backward on the bed. Mark landed between her legs, which she rose and wrapped around his waist, rubbing herself against him, almost cat like against a scratch post.

Her nails ran along his back and he bucked his hips into hers as their tongues met, sensually and carnally before he groaned, pulling himself away from his lover.

“No,” he groaned, raising himself up onto his hand so he was looking down at her flushed face. “Lexie, I need you to tell me what’s happening with the boys.” Lexie sighed.

“They need you, tonight,” Lexie told him with a serious gaze.

************

“What news do you have?” Molly asked as she entered the headmaster’s office. Dumbledore just plastered on a grandfatherly smile while trying to ignore the urge to blast her through a window. She was not the head of the Order and she had no right to go around acting like she was, demanding answers and updates.

“We are getting closer to finding Harry,” Dumbledore said as he stood up. It was a lie, of course. Harry and co were hidden very well but Dumbledore had no doubt that Harry would be stopping by Hogwarts.

“What about Hermione?” Ron asked.

“Where we will find Harry, I’m sure Miss Granger will be with him, safe and unharmed,” Dumbledore tried to assure only to get an unbelieving snort.

“He’s a vampire, a half breed. We would be lucky if we don’t find her with her neck snapped and drained of blood,” Ron muttered.

“Mr. Weasley!” hissed McGonagall. She was beginning to lose her temper with the red-haired man. For years, she had put up with him because he was a friend of Harry and Hermione but seeing him like this made her wonder just how much of a friend he was…or was he merely a foe disguised as a friend.

“I’m sure that Hermione Granger is well. She is Harry’s best friend and he would protect her with his very life…that he had proven over the years,” Dumbledore shot Ron a warning. “And from all of my reports, it looks like Harry was very careful when he was picking his victims. All of them are still alive and unaware of his vampire status so we are safe in the knowledge that Harry knows how to control himself.”

“Where are Potter and the others?” Snape asked. Dumbledore shook his head.

“We are only close to finding him. We do not know of where he is hidden yet and I’d rather not give away information. We wish to find him, not spook him off,” Dumbledore explained. Everyone nodded, most of them relieved but the others frustrated as they could Potter slipping through their grasps each day.

**************

“This is where we’re going dancing?” Hermione asked from where she was standing in front of a modern dance club. She didn’t think one existed in the wizarding world.

“Yes,” Harry gazed down at his girlfriend, wishing that they were back in his room so he could rip the slip of a dress of her. She wore a halter neck red dress that showed more rather than cover and black knee high, high heeled boots.

Luna wasn’t any better, she wore white leather pants and a red and black see-through shirt and black sandals.

“This is the best place if you ever want to get information,” Draco admitted. All sort of people come here, including a few death eaters.”

“Oh,” Hermione uttered before she sighed. “Fine, let’s go in.” She and Luna were about the join the queue but Harry and Draco grabbed their respective girlfriend’s hands and pulled them toward the entrance.

“We’re pretty much regulars,” explained Harry as they reached the door. The bouncer grinned brightly when he saw them.

“Hey Rex, Drake – new girls?” he asked, opening the door. Harry grinned.

“You know us, Joe. Always gotta have a babe on our arms.” Joe chuckled.

“Go right in, Rex, I’ll let the boss know you’re here,” Joe waved them in.

“Thanks man,” Draco clapped Joe on the shoulder before ushering Luna in. Once they were in, Hermione spun around to glare at Harry.

“Rex? Drake?” she demanded, “and what other girls?!”

“We brought girls along because it’s easier for us to get information if we have girls with us. We never did anything with those girls,” Harry assured before grinning. “I’m not saying other guys didn’t get any pleasure from them.” Draco rolled his eyes at the memories before looking over Harry’s shoulder to see a tall man in a suit walking over to them.

“Heads up, boss is coming.” Harry turned around to see the man moving closer to them.

“Hey Ben, how is the high life going?” Harry greeted. Ben grinned.

“I was wondering when you were going to come by again and you brought even more beautiful girls with you.”

“Hands off Ben, those girls are ours. We decided that it was time to introduce our girls to the scene,” Harry told him and Ben nodded.

“If you girls ever need a night out, you just let me know and I’ll make sure you are completely taken care of,” he assured them before pinning Harry and Draco with a warning glare. “And please do not destroy my club. I really do not want to have to file another report.” Draco and Harry nodded in agreement.

“Don’t worry. Just information and a night to blow off steam. No club destroying,” assured Harry. Ben let out a sigh of relief before he gestured for them to go down the stairs before placing a hand on Harry’s shoulder and leaning, whispering something. Harry nodded before slipping Ben some money and leading Hermione down the stairs.

“What was that about?” Luna asked, curious.

“Just a way of making sure everyone stays on our side,” Draco assured her. Luna eyed him for a moment before she nodded and walked ahead, checking out the building. On the dance floor, people were dancing to the music, or more like grinding away.

Hermione couldn’t help but gape at the scene. She’s never been to a nightclub before but seeing it first hand was a bit of a shock to her system. It looked like they were having sex on the dance floor, disguising it as dancing.

“Come on,” Harry slipped his hands around her waist and led her down the stairs to the dance floor. “Just go with the flow,” he nibbled her ear. Hermione moaned as she closed her eyes and let the tempo of the music flow through her, her hips moving to the beat.

Harry moved his hips to the same beat as hers; she slid her hands over his shoulders and into his hair, her back pressed against his chest as his hands cupped her hips. Off to the side, he could see Luna dragging Draco onto the dance floor.

Looking off to the side, he saw someone he knew and leaned down to whisper something in Hermione’s ear. She nodded, stepping away from him before heading over to Draco and Luna while Harry walked over to the busty blonde bombshell. She had deep blue eyes and she smiled when she spotted Harry coming over to her.

“Hey babe,” Harry leaned in, whispered something in her ear before slipping her a bundle of money. She smiled up at Harry before kissing his cheek and slinking off into the crowd.

“Who was that?” Hermione asked as she appeared by Harry’s side. Harry slipped an arm around her waist and leaned down so his mouth was near her ear.

“She’s a whore. Draco and I use her to have sex with our…victims in order to get information from them,” he explained.

“How do you know all of these people?” Hermione asked.

“Once I learned about the wizarding world, I started sneaking out of the house and coming down here. You’ll be surprise how easy it is, especially when you’re a half vampire and you’re friend with a Malfoy who has connections.”

“Do you use other people?” she asked.

“We have two werewolves’ connections, three whores – one who specialises in polyjuice potions. We have those connections and they have their connections which gives us a pretty much endless list of connections. Plus there’s the pub/inn we tend to go when we need information or looking for someone.”

“Polyjuice…you have a connection to a whore who polyjuice herself to look like someone else?” Hermione asked and Harry nodded.

“You’d be surprised how much information I can get from someone who thinks they are sleeping with someone they have been waiting to sleep with forever…or even the amount of blackmail. You see, the polyjuice whore removes any tattoos or birthmarks that the potion gives her or adds on a tattoo that the original receipt doesn’t have so if any pictures were taken, they were proven that the person slept with a polyjuice whore rather than the real person.”

Hermione stared at her boyfriend. She never knew this side to him and it was turning her on. She reached up and kissed him hard on the lips, startling Harry before he groaned into her mouth, closing his eyes and sliding his hands up her thighs, stopping when he felt the edge of her dress.

One of her hand slid over his shoulder while the other hand fisted in the black material of his shirt, spreading her legs so Harry could move in further between them, cupping her ass and holding her close to him.

“You are a tease,” he growled, breaking the kiss to travel his lips down her cheek and down her cheek. Hermione just moaned in pleasure, vibrating against Harry’s lips. Sensing someone watching them, Harry lifted his eyes to meet a group of men watching Hermione’s scantily clad form writhing against Harry’s and smirked…maybe there was a way for him to get his information.

Harry brought his lips back up to Hermione’s lips, his hands fisting the red material of her dress so it reveal more of her thighs, showing the curve where her thigh and ass met. Hermione parted her lips eagerly, their tongues meeting almost instantly, mating hungrily and passionately as they rubbed against each other, seeking pleasure.

A clearing of throat broke through Harry’s lust and he broke the kiss. Hermione just latched onto Harry’s neck, unwilling to give up seducing him and Harry saw Draco standing off to the side.

Harry nodded in understanding as Luna was pulled near Draco and he pulled himself away from Hermione, eliciting a moan of protest.

“You gotta dance,” Harry told the girls. They looked at him. “Please, I need you to create a distraction so dance sexily even more if possible.”

“Are you pimping us out?” Hermione hissed and Harry nodded.

“I’m desperate. I need you to distract a few people so Draco and I get to them without them seeing us.” Hermione looked over at Luna, who nodded. Hermione decided to go with Harry’s plan, beside, she still felt horny and she hoped that by dancing, she would make Harry re-think his plan about leaving her alone.

She pulled away from Harry, linked hands with Luna and both girls made their way on to the dance floor, moving to the beat as it flowed through them. Hips were swinging, hairs were swaying, chests were heaving… Harry growled as he pulled his gaze away from Hermione and looked at Draco.

“Let’s get this over and done with, I want to claim her as mine before someone else get an idea,” Draco just smirked, amused before he and Harry slid off in different direction, pulling people into the darkness out of prying eyes and overhearing ears.

Once they had finished with the people, they pulled their bodies out of view, handing them over to the cleaner that Ben had hired to take care of the dead bodies that would, undoubtedly, pile up whenever Harry and Draco visited the club.

Harry looked over to the girls and saw that a group of men surrounded the girls as they continued to dance sexily, using each other as a pole to do so. The men were grinning and whooping in pleasure while the girls chugged back a bottle of alcohol, enjoying the buzz they were getting. Harry growled when he saw a boy reaching out to touch Hermione.

Hermione gasped when she felt hands slid around her waist only to moan and lean back into the body. She instinctively knew it was Harry as Harry’s lips came down and pressed a kiss to her bare shoulder. He growled when she grinded her ass into his very hard erection and made a decision right there and then.

“Let’s go,” he whispered. Hermione nodded as she spun in his arms and was led out of the club with Luna and Draco following them. Once they reached outside, they made their way over to a darken alley, out of view of prying eyes.

“Home time,” Harry murmured as he and Draco disappeared with the women in their arms before arriving in the house. Luna giggled as she stumbled slightly. Draco shook his head, giving Luna the small vial of the hangover potion that he had created before they left for the party. Luna pouted when she saw the potion before taking it and gulping it down in two swallows.

“I hope the fuzz bunnies will come and take the taste away,” she muttered, pulling out of Draco’s arms and heading into the living room. Draco and Harry looked at each other before mouthing ‘fuzz bunnies’, wondering what kind of creatures those were while Hermione giggled, shaking her head.

“I’d better go and make sure she’s okay,” she reached up and kissed Harry. “We’ll continue this later,” She promised before hurrying after Luna. Harry just growled as he watched her leave before there was a knock at the door.

Harry sighed, walking over to the door and answered it to a see a tall man with deep blue eyes and dark hair standing in the door way.

“Hello Harry, Draco,” greeted Mark. Harry and Draco just gaped at him.

TBC

I know! I know! I’m a bad author! Blame it on Star Ocean: The Last Hope. It had been driving me nuts because I had been trying to get this private event only to find out that the Walkthrough is one big liar! But I FINALLY got the cut scene and finished the game (i.e. – fought the boss for the first time) so I can now work on my story.

Got a bit of a writer’s block but thankfully with the other stories that have been popping up, it’s been getting my brain flowing with ideas so hopefully I will get this story finished soon! *Cross fingers*

Plus I lost my notes for this chapter and the next so I’m in a bit of pickle but don’t worry! I will prevail – as usual.

11. Chapter 11: Frustrate Me

Chapter 11: Frustrate Me

“Can I come in?” Mark asked from where he was still standing in front of the boys. Draco and Harry looked at each other before looking at him once more and nodded dumbly, not moving.

Mark chuckled as Hermione came up behind Harry, curious to why the boys were standing in the doorway and who the tall handsome man was.

“Harry? Draco?” Hermione asked. Her voice broke them out of their stupor and they stood aside, allowing Mark to enter the hallway. “Who are you?” Hermione asked.

“I’m Mark,” Mark introduced himself.

“You’re…” Harry started and Mark nodded.

“Yeah, I’m your sire.” Hermione’s eyes widen in shock before she looked at Harry. Luna came out of the room, now cleansed of the hangover and she meet Mark’s gaze and smiled serenely at him.

“Hello Mark,” she greeted. “It’s nice to meet you. Please, feel at home,” she led the way into the living room. Harry, Draco and Hermione shared bemused glances, wondering how Luna knew of Mark.

They all made their way into the living room and saw that Luna was sitting in front of an armchair, curled up on the floor, gazing into the fire as she hummed. Draco sat on the chair while Harry took up the other chair as Mark sat on the couch across from them.

“Is Mark your real name?” Hermione asked. Mark chuckled as he shook his head.

“No, Mark is an alias. I have a vampire name but I’d rather not use it because it’s well known among the vampire clans and most of them want my head on a silver platter,” he explained. Hermione nodded as she sat down on Harry’s lap.

“So, how did you know where we are?” Draco asked.

“We are blood linked. I can tell where you are anytime,” Mark explained.

“So you could have come to us at anytime?” Harry asked, confused. Mark nodded.

“A sire needs to know his children are safe. If I had felt you were in extreme danger, I would have come.”

“What about all the stuff I went through in my years at Hogwarts?” Harry demanded. “I saw death, I saw Voldemort come back. I lost my godfather!”

“I couldn’t intervene. Those were not vampire matters, Harry. I am not allowed to intervene whenever I feel like it, no matter how dire the situation is.”

“Why are you here now?” Draco asked. Mark sighed.

“I know what you are planning to do with Voldemort and I’m here to make sure you get all the ingredients you need.”

“Including…” Draco started and Mark nodded.

“My blood,” Mark finished. Harry and Draco exchanged a startled glance before looking at Mark, who chuckled. “Lexie let me know. She saw it in a vision.”

“Lexie is the seer?” Harry asked. Mark nodded.

“Yeah, and she’s my lover.” Draco winced. Mark looked at him in understanding. “Don’t worry, Lexie has come to term with what happened and she doesn’t hold any grudge. Me on the other hand…”

“You want to kill my father,” Draco finished. Mark nodded. Draco understood. “Don’t worry about it. I won’t stand in your way when the time comes. I know what he did and I don’t like it.”

“Good.”

“Is she here?” Hermione asked, curious to the seer/lover.

“She sends her apologises. I won’t let her go anywhere. Not after what happened the last time but I can promise you this, once this war is over. I will introduce you to her,” Mark promised. Hermione nodded, understanding Mark’s fear. How horrible it must have been to know what your lover went through.

“Are you here for anything else?” Draco asked.

“I’m here to give you answers,” Mark explained. “Both of you know why I sired you, right?” Draco and Harry nodded, “Any questions?”

“Can we make people half vampires?” Harry asked and Mark nodded.

“Yes but it a long and painful procedure. It’s not something you should do unless there is a very good reason to doing so. If you wish to change your lovers, then I will assist you.” Hermione looked at Harry only for Harry to shake his head.

“No. I’m not turning you,” Harry informed her. Hermione was about to protest when Mark spoke up.

“Lexie isn’t a vampire either,” Hermione looked at him, shocked. “She is my mate. As long as I live, she will live. She has no histories that can affect her health. She is bound to me via the mark and love.”

“How long have you been together?” Hermione asked.

“Two hundred years,” he informed her. Hermione’s jaw dropped at the implication. Even Harry and Draco were stunned while Luna just smiled dreamily.

“You don’t look a day over thirty-five,” she informed him. Mark smiled, curious about the girl.

“Perks of being a vampire, we don’t grow old. Mates follow the same route,” Mark explained.

“So…Luna and I will live as long as Harry and Draco will live?” Hermione asked and Mark nodded.

“Yes, bar you being killed or have a history of genetic problems, you will live as long as Harry and Draco will.”

“Oh,” Hermione slumped against Harry, shocked. Harry just wrapped his arms around her waist while Draco thought about it, curious.

“Do a lot of vampires have mate?” Draco asked.

“They tend to turn their mates into vampires,” Mark explained. “It’s a law if you have mate, you should turn them as soon as possible. But I refused to turn Lexie so I was cast out of the clan.”

“Why?” Hermione asked.

“Our clan is made up of pureblood vampires. They preferred us to have a mate that was a pureblood vampire. I had one but I met and fell in love with Lexie. Of course, my supposed mate and clan weren’t happy that they forced me to choose. I chose Lexie,” Mark explained.

“You can have a mate that’s pureblood?” Hermione asked and Mark nodded.

“Yes, you can marked them and drain the blood they drank from someone else,” Mark explained before shaking his head. “It was a way of keeping the line pure.” Hermione nodded in understanding. Pureblood wasn’t just limited to witches and wizards.

Harry patted Hermione’s ass and she got up from his lap with Harry, Draco and Mark following a suit.

“We should head down stairs so I can explain what I plan to do with Voldemort. You girls stay up here,” Harry told them and everyone nodded as Hermione sat down next to Luna at the fireplace while Mark followed Harry and Draco down into the basement where they explained everything that they planned to do and what the backup was.

“Are you sure this is what you want to do?” Mark asked and Harry nodded.

“Yes, especially with Ginny,” Harry told him. “It will help her and the rest of us in the process.” Mark nodded.

“Fine, I trust you.” He pricked his finger and squeezed out a few dropped, filling the vial with his blood before he lifted his finger and licked it, causing the blood to clot and the wound to heal.

Stepping back, he looked around the place before being distracted by a buzzing sound at his hip. Pulling out his pager, he read it before putting it back in his pocket. “I should leave. People are getting closer to finding you and I can’t afford to be caught.” Draco and Harry nodded their understanding before they followed Mark to the door.

“Will we get to see you again?” Draco asked. Mark smirked.

“When the time is right,” Mark told them before tipping his head and leaving the house altogether, walking into the night. Soon, the boys closed the door and entered the living room to see Luna standing up and making her way over to them. She took Draco by the hand, smiled up at Harry before leading Draco up the stairs to their room.

Harry just watched them go before shaking his head with an amused smile, heading into the living room to sit on the couch. Hermione smiled as she got up from her spot on the floor in front of the fire.

“Who were the people you needed us to distract?” Hermione asked as she sat down on Harry’s lap.

“Some of them were Death Eaters, some of them were contacts for Death Eaters,” Harry explained. “We are taking out Voldemort’s circle one by one.”

“So, by killing them…” Harry nodded.

“We are effectively cutting off Voldemort’s contacts both ways. Voldemort can’t get information via his contacts and his contacts can’t get paid,” he explained. “The death eaters are usually a bonus.”

Hermione nodded, she could understand why they were cutting off the contact. By doing so, Voldemort wouldn’t be able to carry out his orders, which would result in his attacks being severely limited while his contacts would be unable to provide him with information, leaving Voldemort frustrated.

“What about the order?” Hermione asked. Harry shook his head.

“I’ve not received any letters from Dumbledore yet, which means that there are no new news yet, which is something we should be thankful for. He would let us know if he thought they were getting closer to us.”

“Doesn’t he want us to come back to Hogwarts?” Hermione asked.

“He does but he trusts us to make the right choices,” Harry explained. “He understands that there are things I must do that I can’t do while at Hogwarts, not with people keeping a close eye on me. Beside, the Ministry would probably have sent someone if I was there which means more restriction.” Hermione frowned.

“I hope Fudge will be kicked out soon. Why didn’t you kill him?” Hermione asked.

“He was one of the lucky ones. Beside, I want to see what he will do with the message I’ve left for him at the ministry,” he informed her with a sly grin before looking down at her red dress clad body and remembered her promise earlier. “Anyway…bedtime,” Harry told her, his green eyes going darker with lust. “I remembered that you promised me we would pick up from where we left off.” A sly grin filled with lust crossed Hermione’s face.

“Did I?” she teased, trailing a finger down his cheek, over the curve of his jaw and down his neck to play with the collar of shirt.

“You know you did,” Harry replied, bringing his hand up to stop her finger from moving down his chest and nipped at her bottom lip. Hermione gasp as pain and pleasure mixed together, coursing through her body.

Harry’s hand slid up her thigh, under her dress and over her flank only to jerk his head back when he realised that she wasn’t wearing anything under the slip of a dress.

“Did you take off your underwear?” he asked. Hermione bit her lower before she shook her head. Harry growled. “Were you commando the whole time?” She nodded and got a hard kiss as result, his teeth nipping her lower lip before he ripped the dress off her body, revealing she wore nothing underneath the whole time.

“You’ve been a bad girl,” Harry growled as he tightened his grip in her brown locks, pushing her off his lap.

“Are you going to punish me?” she whispered and Harry nodded.

“Get on your knees,” rasped Harry. Hermione slowly sunk onto her knees, licking her lips when Harry’s cock came into eye sight. “Suck.” Hermione leaned in and encased the head in her mouth, flicking her tongue over the pre-cum that had slipped out.

Harry gritted his teeth as he reclined so he could watch the show without having to hurt his neck. Hermione moved her head down lower, taking more of his length into her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, pressing her tongue underneath him.

“Hermione,” he reached out one hand, stroking her cheek as she took him all the way in her mouth that his head hit the back of her throat. She took a moment to ensure her gag reflex wouldn’t kick before pulling almost all the way off him and sinking down once more.

Harry knew that this was one sight he wouldn’t forget. Her wet red lips, flushed from their kisses, encased around his dick. Her brown eyes looking into his with love and desire clear in them.

Her breasts swayed and her ass was stuck up in the air, making him wish that he had a mirror behind her so he could see her ass and her lips growing wet with her desire. He made a mental note to try mirrors the next time they were in their room before he focused on her ministrations as she continued to ‘service’ him.

Hermione brought her hands into play, sliding them down his thighs before she reached his balls. Cupping one of them in her hand, she gently massaged him as she removed his dick from her lips, lifting it so she could slide her tongue against the underneath.

Harry whimpered as the hand, stroking her cheek, slid into her hair. Once her tongue reached his head, she flicked it over the head before drawing a circle then kissing her way over the top of him.

She used her free hand as she lifted her lips away from his cock and slid her hand up the length of him, enjoying the feel of it in her hand before she took him back in her mouth, eager for another taste of him.

Soon, Harry couldn’t take it anymore; he yanked her off his head and brought her up for hard bruising kiss. It turned him on even harder to taste himself in her mouth before he slid a hand over her body.

He stopped to play with her nipples before he reached her damp curls, soaking with her desire.

“Are you wet?” he asked against her lips. Hermione made a whimpering sound as she nodded, “How wet?” he slid two fingers into her cunt and groaned when they slipped in easily due to her juices. “You are so wet.” Hermione whimpered as Harry pulled her up onto his lap once more.

Hermione was about to take his cock into her wet cunt only for Harry to stop her and pressed his hands to her ass, urging her to bend on her knees, straighten her upper body so her core was near his mouth.

“I just wanna taste…” he leaned in and flicked his tongue over her clit, eliciting a shuddering gasp from Hermione as her hands slid into his hair, tightening as his long tongue move down to her core and licked her, slowly, from bottom to top before plunging the organ in between her lips.;

“Oh, yes!” gasped Hermione, throwing her head back in pleasure as a result, her thighs shuddering under the pleasure coursing through her. Harry brought up his hand and plunged two fingers into her, flicking his tongue over her clit and brought her over the end with a scream of his name.

Shuddering, Hermione slid down his body and Harry kissed her shoulder, waiting for her to come down from her high but Hermione needed more, she didn’t want to come down from her high straight away.

Reaching down, she grasped his erection and positioned it at her core, biting her lower lip as she, slowly, sunk down on him, savouring the feel of him inside of her. Harry’s hands cupped her hips, watching as her head fell back once he was fully inside of her.

“Oh Harry,” she whispered, bringing her head down to meet his lust filled gaze. Harry smirked.

“I should have known that you were practicing when you kept saying ‘Oh Harry’,” he murmured, reaching over to kiss her. Hermione flushed, hitting him on the shoulder as a result before she started moving.

They had never done it in this position but it slowly becoming one of Hermione’s favourite positions. He was so deep inside of her that it kept taking her breath away as she sunk down back on him each time she lifted herself.

Her nails dug into his shoulders as she pushed herself faster and harder, wanting to get more speed into their lovemaking. Harry pushed his hips up in the same motions as her, causing his head to bump against a sweet spot inside of her.

Sweat broke out across Hermione’s forehead, her curls slowly flattening due to the sweat as she moved harder. Her breasts bounced with the impact and Harry had enough of their teasing, reaching out to take one nipple into his mouth.

Hermione’s eyes slid shut, her wet lips parted and her head fell back as her hands slid up from his shoulders and into his hair, holding him close as he continued to suckle and nip at her nipples, sending a mixture of pain and pleasure through her body.

“Harry…” Hermione moaned, bringing her head down as Harry lifted his mouth up from her nipples and their mouth met in the middle, almost furiously as their tongues duelled with each other. One of Harry’s hands dropped to her ass, holding her closer to him as his other hand reached up and cupped a breast, rubbing it.

Hermione pushed him away from her body causing him to recline on the couch as she placed her hands on his thighs behind him as she moved harder and faster, needing to reach her peak.

Harry had the perfect view of seeing them joined together, seeing how wet his rigid erection was each time Hermione moved off him as result of her desire. He brought his hand into play, pressing his thumb over her clit and was rewarded with a moan, her walls tightening around him and her hips bucking with pleasure.

Harry brought up his other hand and massaged her breast, rubbing his thumb over her nipple before he pulled himself up so he could take her other nipple into his mouth, wanting to taste her. Hermione groaned as she gasped, thrusting harder on Harry when she felt her orgasm nearing.

Harry, sensing that she was close, pulled his mouth away from her nipple and kissed his way up to her neck where the mark was and plunged his fangs into the skin and was rewarded with a high pitched scream of pleasure from Hermione as she climaxed around him, milking him as he exploded inside of her.

**********

Voldemort was sitting on his throne at the top of the room while his inner circle were in front of him in a large semi-circle, each one giving him a report, hoping that he would be satisfied with them.

“The potion is finished, my lord,” Snape kept his head bowed, unwilling to disrespect his lord. Voldemort looked over to Snape and smiled.

“Excellent. When is the next full moon?”

“Two days today,” Fenrir Greyback spoke up, his werewolf knowledge of the moon useful as ever.

“Good. You are dismissed,” he waved a hand, sending his inner circle away.

“What of Potter?” Snape asked when the others had left.

“He is nothing compared to the ritual. Beside…you said Dumbledore was close to finding the boy. What did you sense from him?”

“He protects his mind very carefully. I have spoken to the other members. They are unaware of Potter’s locations so either Dumbledore has other members/contacts or he is bluffing,” Snape replied.

Voldemort curled a hand into a fist, curious to why Potter had gone into hiding rather than heading back to school.

“Tell me, Severus, what of his link with the Weasley boy?” Voldemort asked.

“Weasley had asked Granger out and they were together when they arrived at Hogwarts after Potter disappeared. When Weasley found out that Granger had been marked by Potter, there was an argument. It only got worse when Granger said they needed to find Harry before she broke up with him in front of us all. Weasley wants Granger back and has made it clear that he thinks Potter is very dangerous.”

“Would he turn to our side?” Voldemort asked.

“No,” a female voice spoke up from the shadows. Voldemort turned toward the shadows before a smirk crossed his face.

“You have arrived,” he stood up from his seat and moved over the female hidden by the darkness. Snape continued to wonder who it was.

“It was useless to ignore the call,” she whispered, reaching up and cupping Voldemort’s cheek. “But you cannot bring Ron over to your side. He would betray you without a second thought if it would gain him the one thing he wishes more…Hermione Granger.” Voldemort stared into her brown eyes before he gave a short nod.

“Very well,” he let go of the idea before looking at Snape. “Round up all the Death Eaters and inform them that I now have a Queen who will stand by my side.” Shock registered over Snape’s face. “And inform them that if they are to touch or harm her, I will make the rest of their short lives very miserable.” With that, he placed a hand on his Queen’s back and led her out of the room, leaving Snape wondering over the identity of the Queen.

************

“It’s been done,” Lexie whispered as she came back from her vision quest. “She has joined Voldemort.” Mark nodded, handing Lexie a glass of water.

“Will this affect the outcome in anyway?” he asked and Lexie nodded.

“The War is near. Is Harry ready?” she asked and Mark nodded.

“He has a few more jobs to do. Will he go back to Hogwarts?” Mark asked and Lexie grinned knowingly.

“You know the rules, Mark, I can not give away the future,” she reminded him, uncurling her legs and standing up. The soft red silk dress caressing her body as she moved toward him, cupping his cheek to look into his blue eyes, “Anything could affect the outcome and we have to go with the flow.”

“They are our children,” Mark reminded. Lexie nodded.

“I know but you have to trust them. If we are forever telling them of their next moves, they will slip up and change the outcome. We cannot risk changing anything.” Mark glared at her.

“You frustrate me,” he informed her, sliding a hand into her red hair and she smiled up at him.

“You frustrate me back,” she whispered against his lips, kissing his upper lip before moving down to his lower lip and sucked it into her mouth before allowing it to slide wetly back into place.

Mark growled as his hands encircled his lover, pushing her up further against his body and plunged his tongue into her welcoming mouth. Lexie moaned into his mouth as she slid a hand into his dark lock, the other hand curling around his white shirt.

He tightened his grip around her waist and helped her up as she wrapped her legs around her waist. Turning them both around, he stumbled over to the bed and dropped her down on it before stripping himself out of his shirt.

Lexie licked her lips as she got up on her knees and slowly pulled her dress off, revealing her curves one by one before throwing the material across the room, reaching over to Mark’s jean to unbutton him and pull down the zippers.

With a pleased grin, she found out that he was going commando and helped him to strip out of his jeans before he reached out and pulled off her underwear before pushing her back onto her back.

“I’m going to show you just how much I can make you frustrated,” he promised in a low growl. Lexie just grinned, reaching up to kiss him before encircling her hand around his erection.

“Frustrate me, baby,” she whispered.

*********

Draco scratched his bare chest as he made his way into the kitchen dressed in green silk boxers. His dog-tags was a contrast to the pale skin of his body before an owl came into the kitchen, hooting it’s arrival before it landed on the table and dropped the papers on the table that was a few feet away from the counter.

Draco reached over and gave the bird a treat before putting money in the small pouch and lifted the papers as the bird left only for Draco to growl, his grey eyes flashing dark before his fist landed on the table, causing it to splinter in half.

Luna came into the kitchen, concern clear over the noise only to stop when she saw Draco was growling softly. She was dressed in his green quidditch shirt, tilting her head as she regarded her lover curiously before shrugging and heading over to the counter.

“Why is the table broken?” Hermione asked as she made her way into the kitchen, clearly expecting Draco or Luna to say it was their fault.

“Because Draco didn’t know his own strength and broke it,” Luna spoke up from where she was sitting at the counter. Hermione turned to see Draco was holding the papers and the table was splintered in half in front of him.

“Please don’t break the table again,” Hermione waved her wand and restored the table to its original state before she grabbed the box of cereal, the bowl and milk before sitting at the counter.

“Have you read this?” Draco asked; throwing the papers onto the counter, causing it to slide along the cool surface before it stopped just near Hermione’s bowl.

Hermione looked at the front of the papers before she choked on her cereal. Coughing, she turned her head away until she managed to swallow the food without choking and looked at the papers once more.

Placing her spoon down, she picked up the papers and read what was on the front page before moving to the other pages that held more of the story. Once she was finished, she shook her head and placed it back on the table. Picking up her spoon, she carried on eating her breakfast.

“Is that it?!” hissed Draco only to get a cold glare in his direction. Realising that he was in danger, he held his hands up in surrender before backing out of the kitchen, leaving Hermione and Luna alone.

“Whatever you do, just don’t blow up the house,” Luna patted Hermione’s hand. “The fire elves like to make the fire worse.” She hummed, leaving Hermione alone to finish eating her breakfast in the semi-peace there is.

A while later, Harry came into the kitchen, freshly washed after his morning work-out only to stop when he saw Hermione was standing at the sink, staring out of the window and the Daily Prophet on the table. Looking closer revealed there was a picture of Harry on the front of the page.

“I am on the front page?” Harry asked, confused, moving over to the cupboard to grab a bowl. Hermione nodded as she moved over to the counter and picked up the papers and show it to Harry. There was a picture of Harry just dressed in his everyday clothes, not doing anything.

“Yeah, the ministry is claiming that you broke into the Ministry, tortured innocents people all day long before finally killing them,” Hermione threw the papers onto the counter. “I thought you left a note explaining what each person did.”

“We did,” Harry lifted the papers and frowned. “Either Fudge hid it or Rita has taken up her poisonous quill once more.” Hermione sighed as she pushed the cereal over to Harry as he sat down. She moved over to the window.

“What are you going to do?” she asked.

“I’ll need to pay Fudge and Rita a visit,” Harry replied, tucking into the cereal. Hermione grinned as she turned around to face him, pressing the small of her back against the counter.

“How can you make it sound like you are just going to visit them when you are going to torture them?” she asked. “If I were to say that, people would guess straight away what I was going to do.” Harry shrugged.

“It’s a gift,” he teased, finishing his breakfast and standing up. He moved over to the sink and placed his bowl in it before sliding his hands over Hermione’s waist. “Don’t worry too much about it. I will fix it.”

“I just hate it. Voldemort is out there with his Death Eaters raping, torturing and murdering people and the Ministry is more focused on you!” she shook her head, “Why can’t they get their priorities right?”

“Because that’s the way they are. Someone is going around killing people who works for the Ministry and claiming they have a good reason for doing so. They are just scared that if the Public find out the real reason, the public will pull their support.”

“Who do you plan on being the new Minister?” Hermione asked. She knew of Harry’s plans but was curious to who he would choose.

“Either Bones, Arthur or Lupin,” he listed off. “All three of them stick to their guns and they will make the laws fair and they will not accept briberies.” Hermione nodded her agreement.

“What will you do about the papers?” she asked and Harry grinned, his fangs making an appearance.

“I guess Draco and I have an extra mission to focus on,” Harry informed her.

*********

“What news do we have?” Professor McGonagall asked as the Order made their way into the Headmaster’s office. It was just after breakfast and the students were making a last dash to get their stuff before they headed to class.

“No news on the Harry Potter front,” Dumbledore told them before looking at Snape. “I gather that everything is fine with Voldemort?”

“Who-He-Must-Not-Be-Named has a Queen,” Snape informed them. Jaws were dropped in shock as they stared at Snape, hoping that he would claim he was kidding but one look at the serious expression told them the answer.

“A Queen?” spluttered Molly. “Who on earth would ever be by his side?”

“We do not know,” Snape informed her, “But he has given us clear warning that no-one is allowed to touch or harm her or they would have to answer to him.” Dumbledore stood up from his seat and moved over to the window, stroking his beard.

“Albus, do you think you know who the person is?” McGonagall asked. Dumbledore turned to face her.

“No, I’m afraid, I don’t,” Dumbledore told her before he lifted his eyes to clock that was on his desk and sighed. “You are all dismissed. We must prepare for our classes today.” The teachers nodded as they stood up and left the Headmaster’s office for the day while the order and the Weasleys left while Dumbledore moved back to his desk and sat down before looking down at the blank sheet of parchment on his desk.

With a heavy sigh, he lifted his quill, dipped it into the ink and started writing a letter, hoping that it would get to the person it needed to get to.

TBC

I never said Lexie was a vampire – only that she was a seer…

And look! I managed to have this written and posted in a week! Not two months (winces as she remembered the last time).

12. Chapter 12: Follow The Yellow Brick Road

Chapter 12: Follow the Yellow Brick Road

She was pressed against the cold tiles of the bathroom in the shower. Her blonde hair wet with sweat and from the water as she tilted her head back in pleasure as lips made their way down her neck, nipping over the mark that she had received.

His lips moved further down her body until he reached the dark blonde curls between her legs and lifted one of them over his shoulder, inhaling the soft scent that was emitting from her before he leaned in, plunging his tongue into her soft core.

“OH!” she grasped his blonde locks, holding on as pleasure crested through her body. He didn’t let up as he flicked his tongue over her clit, trying to increase the pleasure. “Draco…” he slid two fingers into her, stroking her walls until he felt the little sweet spot that drove her crazy whenever he stimulated it.

Brushing against it, her hips bucked up into his face before she writhed under his touch, gasping and pleading at the same time, needing the release that Draco was tempting her with.

“Are you sure?” Draco flicked his tongue over the small hard bud with a teasing grin.

“Draco!” she screamed and Draco bit down on her clit, gaining another scream from her as her walls clamped down on his fingers, trapping him as her back arched up from the walls, frozen.

Once she came down from her high, Draco slid his fingers from her and slithered up her body, taking a nipple into his mouth.

Luna encircled Draco’s ridged flesh, sliding her thumb around his head only for Draco to pull her hand off him.

“Not this time,” he rasped out, bringing her hand up and letting wrap around his shoulder as he moved closer to her. Luna spread her legs as he gripped himself and rubbed himself against her. Luna moaned as she thrusted her hips up, desperately needing Draco inside of her but he was teasing her, taunting her with his hardness.

“Draco…” she pleaded.

“Tell me,” he whispered against her ear, nibbling her earlobe as he did, sending shivers of pleasure through her body over the act.

“I…” she moaned when his head hit her clit.

“Come on, tell me,” he ordered.

“I need you,” she pleaded.

“How?”

“Hard,” she whimpered, “And fast!”

Draco plunged himself into her, causing Luna to moan his name, wrapping her legs around his waist and locking her ankles together, her nails digging into his shoulders. Her back was thudding against the shower wall, sending the sound vibrating throughout the house.

Each time Draco pulled himself out of her, Luna would whimper and contract her walls around him, trying to draw him even further which just resulted in Draco slamming into her harder each time.

“You’re driving me crazy,” Draco whispered as his fangs slid down her neck until he reached the mark, sinking his teeth through it. Luna mouthed his name as her eyes rolled up into the back of her head. Her legs tightening around his waist, her nails digging deeper to the point of drawing blood and her walls contracted around him as she climaxed, throwing her head back and hitting the tiles with a resounding crack with a scream of his name.

Draco moaned out Luna’s name as he climaxed, his fingers digging into her ass before he slumped against her, breathing heavily.

“You are going to kill me,” he muttered. Luna just hummed as she took an earlobe into her mouth, nibbling on it.

“You inspire me,” she breathed huskily into his ear, causing him to harden all over again and elicit a groan.

*************

Hermione raise her eyes up to the ceiling when the noises from upstairs died down and sighed with relief before shaking her head as a wry smile crossed her face. Luna was right when she said that being with vampires made you less embarrassed. If it had happened a year ago, she would have blushed bright red but now…she just thought it was amusing.

She was currently curled up on her favourite chair in the library, reading through the books that Mark had brought by. He brought books on vampires, vampire clans, his and Lexie’s diaries so she could gain a better insight of their lives. She had also been curious about the ritual Lily Potter had created to enable Mark to turn Harry into a half blood.

It was all filled with information, fascinating her each time she turned the page and drawing her further in the vampire world. She never knew how similar it could be to the wizarding world yet be so different at the same time.

“Hey,” Harry came up behind Hermione, leaned down and pressed a kiss to her shoulder. “Did you find what you were looking for?” Hermione nodded as she slid a hand over his neck as he continued to pepper her neck and shoulder with kisses.

“Yes. It’s amazing what your mother did. The ritual she created to enable Mark to turn you and Draco into a half blood. It did hurt Mark in the process, which would be the reason he would supervise the ritual if you were to try it. Because you are a half blood, it would be even more painful for you,” Hermione explained. “And the history of vampires is somewhat similar to the wizarding ways but they are stricter. They don’t like the idea of outsiders becoming vampires.”

“I’m not surprised,” Harry mumbled out between kisses. “Mark did say they were after him due to him marking Lexie.”

“Did you know that Lexie is actually a muggle?” Hermione asked. Harry jerked his head up from her neck.

“What?!” he asked as he rounded the table and sat down across from her. Hermione nodded.

“She and Mark met each other during the olden days of when women were seen but not heard. He fell in love with her when he first met her and seduced her before marking her.”

“But she’s a seer,” Harry pointed out and Hermione nodded.

“But she has no magical core, Harry. None of the school has her on record as a potential witch. The ministry knows next to nothing about her. As far as everyone is concerned, she isn’t a witch. Just a muggle who has the ability to predict the future,” Hermione finished off, breathless. “It’s amazing.”

“Is there anything else?” Harry asked and Hermione winced.

“She wrote about Voldemort capturing her,” Hermione whispered, “It is graphic though, including when…” she trailed off and Harry nodded, understanding what Hermione was getting at.

“Yeah, Lucius can be rather ruthless when he wants to be,” Harry muttered, looking off into the distance before shaking his head. “But it doesn’t matter; he will get what’s coming to him.” Hermione closed her book and tilted her head.

“Harry,” Harry looked at her, “Why won’t you tell me what you are going to do with Voldemort?”

“Because I don’t want to get your hopes up,” Harry told her without hesitation. Hermione frowned. “The ritual is dangerous and there is a large chance that it might not work so I will have to go with plan B. I’m not telling you what I’m planning on doing because I refuse to get your hopes up. Plan B is not a nice plan but I will do it if I have to.”

“Harry…”

“Yes, it’s dangerous, but we already knew that it would be dangerous when Voldemort and I finally meet in the final battle.” Hermione stared at him before she took in a shuddering breath, nodding and looking down at the closed book in her lap. She didn’t want to lose him but at the same time, she knew she had to trust him. “Hermione,” Harry’s hand covered hers as he leaned across the table. Hermione looked up at him, her brown eyes shiny with unshed tears. “I promise you that I will do everything in my power to end this war and come back to you.”

“I’m holding you to that,” she told him with a watery smile. Harry just grinned as he got up, rounded the table and kissed her softly on the lips before stroking her cheek.

“I gotta go and get ready for the next mission. Will you be okay down here?” he asked concern clear in his voice. Hermione nodded.

“Yeah, I’m gonna read some more then Luna and I will probably have a girly night,” Hermione assured him, reaching up to kiss him once more. “I’m gonna miss you.”

“I’ll miss you more,” Harry growled, kissing her possessively before he pulled away and walked out of the library, leaving Hermione breathless and dreamy.

************

“So, have you heard from Harry?” Dean asked from where he was sitting across from Ron in Great Hall. It was nearly Christmas and they were concerned that Harry had shown up.

“No,” came the gritted reply from the hot tempered red haired boy. Dean just arched an eyebrow before shaking his head. He was getting annoyed with Ron’s attitude, the entire school was. Whenever someone tried to ask him about Harry or Hermione, they got their heads bitten off, as a result, they all taken to avoiding him whenever they could, refusing to deal with the boy any longer.

He had gotten more detentions due to his mouth and lack of work in class that his teachers were close to failing him. Quidditch was doing worse than normal, Ron had been given the captain badge as second choice because Harry wasn’t there, as he was first choice but due to Ron’s attitude, the team stop listening to him and they were lower in points than they have ever been. For the first time since Harry had been at Hogwarts, Gryffindor was in danger of losing the trophy.

“There was no need to try and bite my head off,” muttered Dean as he turned to his other friends, shaking his head.

“I’m sure Harry is safe,” Lavender spoke up. “He does have Hermione with him and you saw what the two of them were like,” she left the sentence hanging suggestively. Seamus nearly choked on his food before he swallowed them.

“I couldn’t believe that they kissed!” Seamus exclaimed before frowning. “But it was weird that they didn’t act any different toward each other after that.” Neville nodded, remembering when he and Seamus had spotted Harry and Hermione making out in their fourth year.

“We even hinted it to Harry after the first task but he didn’t seem to have a clue what we were talking about. We just assumed that they were keeping it under wraps, but…”

“The papers came out and they vehemently denied that they were together,” Seamus finished off. It still confused them; despite it happened two years ago.

Parvati laughed, shaking her head before she gestured to Lavender.

“We actually thought that Harry and Hermione had been oblivated,” she informed the boys, Lavender laughed as well.

“Yeah, we were so completely naïve, I mean, who on earth would want to make Harry and Hermione forget they had snogged the life out of each other? I mean, practically everyone at the school wanted them together.”

“Well, not everyone,” Neville whispered, gesturing his head in Ron’s direction, mindful of the boy’s bad mood. Lavender’s jaw dropped at the implication.

“He wouldn’t…would he?” she asked, unsure. “I mean, he’s barely passing his classes.”

“You heard what Harry said about Lockhart, the only charm he was good at was the oblivating charm,” Dean reminded. Parvati frowned.

“But why?” she asked. “I mean, we all knew that Hermione would choose Harry over Ron, she always had done. I mean, it was obvious when Hermione sided with Harry, believing him over the ‘evidence’ the goblet spat out.” Dean shrugged.

“But you have to ask yourself, why did Ginny leave?” Dean reminded. “She had words with Ron then just up and left.”

“Plus the twins did say that Mrs Weasley really wanted Harry and Ginny together along with Hermione and Ron and was doing everything in her powers to keep Harry and Hermione separated,” Seamus added his two cents in. All five of them stared at each other before they looked toward the seat where Ron had been sitting only to find that it was now empty.

“I hope Harry will come back soon,” whispered Neville and got murmured agreements from the others.

Ron was making his way through the hallway furious over hearing about Harry Bloody Potter. It seemed like the whole school was more concerned about their beloved hero rather than keeping their big fat noses out of his life.

He was sick of waiting to hear that someone had found Harry. He wanted Hermione found and in one piece but he knew that she would probably be shagging him. His mother told him about the time she caught them during the summer before fifth year, how Hermione was practically begging Harry to fuck her.

“Stupid bitch,” muttered Ron, sure, he knew that she was smart and she obviously had a woman’s body underneath the baggy clothes she liked to wear but she just had to go for the hero, couldn’t save herself for the side-kick, couldn’t she? He hoped that they would find them soon because he wanted her in his bed, underneath her and screaming out his name with Potter hearing them. It would serve the bastard right for trying to steal Hermione when she so obviously belonged to Ron.

With that thought in mind, Ron’s mood became more considerable happier as he disappeared round the corner, unaware that that his mind had been probed by a now disturbed Headmaster.

Dumbledore was furious when he read Ron’s thoughts. It was obvious that Molly and Ron had no respect for Harry and Hermione and he needed to find them as soon as he could before it got worse. Molly was still crying about her daughter and the fact that Harry was a vampire and that Hermione was obviously misguided due to dumping Ron for Harry.

“They will be taught a lesson,” Dumbledore promised himself before he disappeared back into the shadows, making his way back to his office. He needed to consult something.

*************

“Molly, would you please sit down?” Arthur asked from where he was sitting on the chair in front of the fireplace in his house. He knew that his wife was worried about Ginny but pacing was not going to bring their daughter back.

A part of him was worried about his daughter, she was out somewhere and they had no way of contacting her or finding her but another part of him told him that his daughter was more than safe wherever she was and he just hoped to Merlin that it was with Harry Potter.

Looking over to his wife, he knew that his wife had harboured hope that Harry and Ginny would get together but he had seen how close Hermione and Harry were and Ginny had made it clear that she didn’t want to be with Harry, despite Molly’s best efforts. When he found out that Hermione and Ron were dating at the beginning of the summer, he had harboured doubts about the whole thing, especially with Hermione’s actions.

It seemed like she was confused, she reluctantly accepted to date Ron but refused to kiss him like other couples does. She would only be comfortable with a short kiss on the lips. Not to mention that Ron had pushing Hermione into ignoring her books in order to spend more time with him.

Ginny had remarked that if it kept up, Hermione would probably stop reading books as a result of dating Ron and that she hoped that Harry would come back because Harry understood Hermione loves reading, it what made her Hermione. Arthur had wondered if Ron just wanted Hermione because he was something that Harry didn’t have.

He had heard his son go on and on about Harry being famous, Harry being the youngest seeker in a century, Harry having money, that all the girls wanted Harry. The last straw had been when Ron complained about Harry putting his name in goblet of fire but not bothering to tell Ron how he had done it.

The twins had told him that Ron was angrier that Harry had become more famous as a result rather than being concerned over his friend. They had even mentioned that it looked like Harry and Hermione were getting closer only to receive reports that Harry and Hermione seemed to be forgetting things due to experiments the twins had done.

He remembered when Harry came to Sirius’s old family house over the summer before fifth year. Harry and Hermione had disappeared only for Molly to blow her top, screaming and ranting before she came storming down the stairs, face rage with anger. When he tried to question them, no one had any idea and Harry and Hermione seemed to act a little funny that Harry actually mentioned he was getting a headache and retired early.

Hermione refused to read her book because reading was beginning to give her a headache. He had mentioned it to Madam Pomfrey, worried about the headaches when she told him that the only thing she knew that could give headaches a symptoms were long use of the oblivating charm, to which he dismissed because no one in his family knew how to use the spell and they wouldn’t have dared, not after the whole Lockhart and the Tom Riddle Diary.

Arthur frowned…maybe he shouldn’t have dismissed it so quickly. He looked over to his wife before shaking his head. What was he thinking? While Molly wanted Harry and Ginny, Ron and Hermione, she wouldn’t resort to using spells and love potions on them. They knew of Harry’s problems when it came to people trying to control and Molly wouldn’t dare to control Harry, not everything the young man had gone through.

Arthur sat back on his chair and looked into the fire, hoping that Harry would come back soon.

***************

Harry and Draco made their way into the living room in time to see their girlfriends setting up the large living room. They had heeded Mark’s advice and moved places the next day to prevent people from finding them.

The house was similar to the Dursleys’, it was one of the Potter’s estates that Harry had found in the house and decided that the place would be perfect. It was cleaner than the last house but still had the same library, making things easier.

Hermione and Luna had the living room all set up. The couch had a large duvet across it with lots of pillow. It was pulled out into a futon rather than a normal couch. On top of the duvet, a little way down, there were bowls of popcorn, crisps and sweets for them to much on during the movie.

Hermione was wearing a pair of light blue shorts and a light blue top with grey sliver cat paws all over it. Luna was wearing a white top which resembled more of a nightie and matching shorts.

“Draco and I are leaving now, will you girls be okay?” Harry asked. Hermione looked over her shoulder from where she was setting the dvd player up to play the movie.

“Yeah, we’ll be fine. Will you guys be long though?” she asked. Harry shrugged.

“It depends on how long it takes to find what we’re looking for,” Harry told her and Hermione nodded, standing up and moving over to him.

“Okay,” she kissed his cheek. “Don’t take long and be safe.”

“Sure,” he kissed her softly on the lips before he pulled away to see that Draco and Luna were doing the same before they left the house. Luna and Hermione looked toward each other before they carried on what they were doing before they had been interrupted.

**************

“So…we’re going to Hogwarts,” Draco spoke up. They stood in front of the great castle.

“Yes, they have some of the stuff we will need for the war,” Harry reminded. Draco rolled his eyes.

“I just hope that we’re not gonna get caught otherwise it’s on your head. You can explain to my girlfriend before she threatens me with no sex.” Harry chuckled.

“Luna really has you whipped,” Harry teased and got a dark glare from Draco as a result. They headed up the pathway of Hogwarts before slipping inside the castle.

The castle was silent, indicating that all the students were in their towers and all the teachers were safely in their rooms. Harry pulled out the map and they checked to see where everyone was. Filch was over the other side of the castle and Dumbledore was pacing his office, giving them a clear view.

“Are we just lucky,” Draco muttered as Harry put his map back into his pocket and they hurried through the hallway. Thanks to vampire stealth, they didn’t make any noises, enabling them to slip past Peeves when they saw him coming down the hallway, obviously looking for a student to get into trouble or to create new trouble himself.

“Bloody ghost,” muttered Harry. Draco nodded in agreement as they hurried up the stairs till they reached the hallway that would lead them to the room they were looking for. After pacing it in front of it three times, a yellow door showed up, startling them.

“What the…” Draco started but Harry smirked.

“You know what they say,” Harry spoke up and got a curious look from Draco. “Follow the yellow brick road.” He got a glare as a result.

**********

“So, what is this film about?” Luna asked as both girls got settled on the couch with the pillows and covers all settled. The popcorn and the bowls of sweets and crisps were all settled on the low coffee table.

“It’s a classic. It’s called Wizard of Oz,” Hermione told her.

“Wizard of Oz?” asked Luna and Hermione nodded.

“It’s about a girl who get sucked up in tornado and ends up in a different world where a wicked witch is taking over Oz and she meet three new friends along the way to find the wizard to help them bring down the wicked witch,” Hermione explained before she frowned. “I wonder if something similar like that had happened before.” Luna shrugged.

“Sounds familiar but the fairy likes to tell tales so it’s hard to keep everything in track,” Luna explained. Hermione stared at her, curious before she shook her head and switched the film on, both girls settling down.

************

“What are we supposed to be looking for?” Draco asked as he looked through the large mounds of rubbish. The door to the Room of Requirement had finally shown up only to reveal rubbish all over the ground.

“Anything that could help us,” Harry reminded. Draco growled.

“You don’t have a clue what you are looking for, do you?” he asked. Harry looked at him before shrugging.

“I’ll know when I see it,” Harry told him.

“I just might as well let you go through everything yourself ‘cause I have no bloody clue to what I’m supposed to be looking for,” Draco muttered. A chair conjured itself behind him as he sat down on it.

“You are just a lazy bugger,” Harry retorted, somewhere deep within the mess as things were thrown over his shoulder, rejecting them.

“Hey!” objected Draco. “I just don’t fancy wasting my time looking through mess and asking you if this is what you’re looking for when I could be at home in bed with my hot girlfriend!”

“And you think I want to be doing this?” Harry’s head popped up from a large pile, amusement clear on his face. “I have a hot girlfriend too and she gives great head.”

“Shut up!” Draco snarled. “I hear enough of what you and Granger do in bed together! I do not need you giving me the graphic details!” Harry just laughed as he ducked back down. “Bloody bastard!” muttered Draco.

“Hey!” Harry rounded the mound, holding a tiara in his hand and Draco smirked.

“Is that your way of telling me that I was right the whole time? That you are a fairy in the making?” Draco teased.

“Shut it Malfoy,” growled Harry. “I think this is what I’ve been looking for.” Draco arched an eyebrow.

“Really?” he asked and Harry nodded.

“If I’m right, then this is Helga Hufflepuff’s tiara,” Harry informed him before he eyed the gold metal closely. “But I’m gonna need Hermione to confirm it. She’s seen a picture of it in one of her books so she’ll know.”

“Are you serious?” Draco got off the chair and moved closer to check out the tiara. “Why on earth would she leave it here?”

“In the book, it’s said it was hidden in plain site but it was removed from the place and ‘hidden in a room where a door would only reveal itself when asked for’,” Harry recited the part of the book that Hermione had told him.

“That what made you think it was here?” Draco asked, understanding dawning on him.

“Hermione actually,” confessed Harry, “She knew it was somewhere in Hogwarts. It wasn’t till I mentioned about needing a room of requirement where we lived that it hit her and she told me.”

“Are we finished here?” Draco asked and Harry nodded. Both of them made to walk over to the door when it was flung opened to reveal Dumbledore standing there, a twinkle in his blue eyes.

“Hello boys,” Dumbledore greeted with a grandfatherly smile. Draco and Harry looked at each other.

“Oh shit!”

TBC

A week again! I’m on a roll. See you next week, I hope!

13. Chapter 13: He Loves To Punish Me

Chapter 13: He Loves To Punish Me

Draco and Harry looked at each other, unsure of what was going to happen when Dumbledore gestured them to come out of the room.

“Follow me, please,” he led the way over to his office with Harry and Draco following him. Harry stuffed the tiara in his bag before looking around to make sure there were no students sneaking about or going to bump into them.

They managed to reach Dumbledore’s office without a hitch. Dumbledore sat down at his desk, gesturing to the seats in front of them. Draco and Harry looked each other before they sat down, curious to where this was going.

“Imagine my surprise when my sources told me that the very person I’ve been looking for has finally stepped back in Hogwarts,” Dumbledore told them. “While I am pleased to see that you two are well, how are Hermione and Luna?”

“They’re fine, considering the circumstances,” Harry told him and Dumbledore nodded, his features darkening.

“Yes, I have received your letters regarding what happened in your fourth and fifth year and I’m not happy with what happened. Not to mention Mrs. Weasley and Mr. Weasley has been quite insistent that we bring you back.” Harry snorted.

“Yeah, I bet they have,” he muttered. “So, what did you want to see us for?” Dumbledore leaned forward, linking his hands together.

“I want you to come back to Hogwarts, all four of you,” Dumbledore told them.

“Come back to Hogwarts?” Harry asked, dubiously, “Hermione told me that you all know my secret. I’d rather not force them into going to the Ministry.” Dumbledore understood Harry’s reluctant. He too faced that choice when Harry turned eleven.

“They all have sworn,” Dumbledore told them, chuckling at their disbelieving looks, “Of course, some took more convincing than others but they have all swore that they wouldn’t go to the Ministry – thank to Miss Granger’s charms work, we were able to get them to sign the parchment that would alert us if they did.”

“Is that the same charm that Granger used for Dumbledore’s Army?” Draco asked, an eyebrow arching in interest and Dumbledore nodded.

“Yes, we had them write their names down on the contract that they would not spill the details of your nature to anyone outside the Order,” Dumbledore explained. “The contract is binding and if broken, it will result in serious situations.”

“What about Ron?” Harry asked. “Hermione is more furious with him.” Dumbledore nodded, understanding why the young woman would be furious.

“I have spoken to all the teachers, that if you were ever to come back, that Miss Granger and Mr Weasley were not to be paired up together and since Mr Weasley isn’t in potions, due to not getting the grades he needed, Miss Granger would not need to worry about Professor Snape pairing them up,” Dumbledore stood up and walked over to a shelf and picked something up before he turned back to the boys. “I also have your badges, that if you wish to take up prefects again.”

“Are you sure?” Harry asked. “You did say that you felt I was under too much burden.” Dumbledore chuckled.

“Yes, but you have proven to take care of yourselves that I have no problem giving you this badge, and if you wish, the quidditch captain badge.”

“Are you serious?” Draco asked before he turned to Harry with a mock glare. “You get everything!” Harry laughed as Dumbledore chuckled.

“Mr Malfoy, I can assure you that the badges are for both of you,” Dumbledore told him. Malfoy nodded.

“Hell yeah, I’m not passing up the chance to be captain. I need to get my group’s ass in shape if we want to beat Gryffindor,” Draco took the badge, admiring it from all angles. Dumbledore’s expression turned to one of annoyance.

“Just to let you know, Gryffindor is behind in points. I have had complaints made from your team, Harry, that Mr. Weasley has been most…uncommunicative. He’s been biting people’s head off which result a splinter in your team.” Harry nodded, having guessed it for a while.

“Well…I guess Hermione would be happy to come back,” Harry looked at Draco, who nodded in agreement.

**********

“NO!” Hermione shouted, startling everyone. They had made it back to the house and told Hermione of what had happened and Dumbledore’s offer. “I do not want to be in the same building as that jealous pathetic back-stabbing scheming git!” Draco whistled in amazement, he had never seen her that pissed off, not even when she found out that she had been memory charmed or back in their third year.

Luna just smiled from where she was sitting on Draco’s lap, leaning into his chest as he played with the strands of her hair; she knew that Hermione wouldn’t have been happy to hear of Dumbledore’s offer.

“Hermione…” Harry tried to placate but just served to piss her off even further as she glared at him, crossing her arms, “I’m going to the sixth year Gryffindor prefect – not Ron!” Hermione’s glare softened to hope. “Draco and Luna are also prefects, Ron got kicked off due to not doing his job the year before, and I’m Quidditch Captain.”

“Really?” asked Hermione and Harry nodded as he moved in closer, sliding his hands up his lover’s arms.

“You will not need to do anything with Ron, Dumbledore promised that he would talk to the teachers to make sure that you weren’t to be assigned for anything together and as Ron isn’t in potions, you don’t need to worry about Snape doing it out of spite,” Harry promised.

“Positive?” asked Hermione, Harry gave her a smile.

“I promise you,” swore Harry and she gave him a delighted smile before throwing her arms around his neck.

“Huh, guess she’s happy now,” muttered Draco. Luna just smiled at her lover, amused.

“It should be eventful when we head back to Hogwarts,” she told him and Draco smirked.

“Can’t wait,” he murmured only to tilt his head when Luna frowned. “What is it?”

“We won’t be able to share a bed together,” she told him, pouting. Hermione pulled away from Harry and stared at her best friend in shock before she gasped.

“She’s right! We won’t be able to have sex!” she looked up at her boyfriend, who just arched an eyebrow. “We’re not heading back to Hogwarts if we can’t have sex.”

“Hermione, we will be able to have sex,” Harry assured. “There are plenty of places we have sex in Hogwarts, and you could always sneak into my room.” Hermione calmed down at the idea and nodded.

“Okay, we’ll go back to Hogwarts,” Hermione said. “Beside, they have a lot of books in the restricted sections that I need access to. Those should be able to help me with my research.”

“How is your research going?” Draco asked.

“Painfully slow,” Hermione muttered. “It’s so complicated and I need blood of the original biter.” Draco arched an eyebrow.

“And how on earth are you supposed to get that?” he asked. Hermione shrugged.

“I have no idea,” she told them. Harry smoothed a hand over her back.

“You’ll figure out something,” Harry soothed her. She looked up at him and he smiled. “You are the smartest witch to enter Hogwarts. You’ll find a way.” She smiled up at him before she looked at the others.

“We should pack if we are going back to Hogwarts,” she told them and Luna nodded when Harry spoke up.

“We have to go to Sirius’ old place,” the girls looked at him. “Its Christmas break and Dumbledore want everything that will happen to happen outside the school. He hasn’t been pleased with Ron. None of the teachers have.” Hermione arched an eyebrow.

“Hasn’t been doing well in school since I’m not there to do his homework for him anymore, huh?” she asked and Harry nodded. “Serve the jerk right.”

“Not to mention he’s been screwing with the quidditch,” Draco piped up. Hermione looked at him, curious. “Apparently they are behind in points. Dumbledore says if they lose, it will be the first time they’ve lost since Harry had arrived at Hogwarts, which of course, puts Ron in an even fouler mood.”

“Hm, I am strangely satisfied with that,” Hermione told them, receiving chuckles from Harry and Draco while Luna just shook her head, amused with the situation.

“Go and pack. I’ll meet you up stairs,” Harry told her, stepping back and patting her on the ass. Draco patted Luna on the ass and she got up and moved to Hermione. Both girls linked hands and hurried up the stairs, excited to go back to Hogwarts.

“So, think we’ll survive the year?” Draco asked as he stood up. Harry chuckled in amusement.

“I’d be more worried about Hogwarts,” Harry told him. “We are letting them loose and we will have to deal with other people.” Draco sighed.

“Do you think it’s a good idea to go back to Hogwarts?” Draco asked and Harry nodded.

“Yeah, I do. It will help to keep closer tabs on Voldemort. Beside, I’m more curious to find out if Snape knows about Ginny yet.” Draco grinned.

“I think Voldemort is more likely to keep her to himself for a short time. He doesn’t share well, does he?” Harry snickered in agreement, both of them making their way up the stairs to help the girls pack.

*************

“Thank Merlin its Christmas,” muttered Ron as he made his way into the house. Molly made her way into the hallway and smiled when she saw her son.

“Come along Ron, Dumbledore wants all of us in the meeting room. We’ll have dinner after the meeting then you can go to bed,” Molly told him. Ron nodded as he placed his trunks on the floor under the coat pegs before making his way into the meeting, curious to find out if anyone has figured out where Hermione or Ginny were.

When he entered the room, he saw that a majority of the Order were already seated and waiting for Molly to rejoin them. Ron took up a seat next to his father just as Molly came in and settled down. Dumbledore stood up.

“We are still looking for Ginny but she is very well hidden at the moment,” Dumbledore told them.

“Do you think she is with Harry?” Molly asked, her hope that her daughter and Harry will get together obvious. Dumbledore frowned.

“Unfortunately my sources have revealed that is a negative,” Molly deflated, her hopeful smile dying down. “There is no evidence that Ginny has gone to stay with Harry so we must presume that she has found a different place to stay.”

“But where could she have gone?” Arthur asked. “We have asked our sons and none of them have seen her.”

“And none of her friends have any ideas to where she might have gone,” McGonagall spoke up. Dumbledore nodded, understanding their fears.

“But we all know Ginny has a good head on her shoulder,” Dumbledore assured them. “She did say she would be going somewhere she would be safe so all we can do is trust her, right now.” Everyone nodded. “Is there anything else?”

“The ritual, that our lord has been preparing, is almost upon us,” Snape spoke up, drawing everyone’s attention.

“Do you know what the ritual is for yet?” Dumbledore asked and Snape shook his head.

“No, he just gave me the potion recipe but he will not tell anyone the nature of the ritual.” Dumbledore frowned.

“This is most curious but we will have to leave it. If we do not have a clue to the nature, all we can do is try and prepare for the outcome of the ritual and hope that it will work in our favour,” Dumbledore told them, thinking of the plan Harry was going to use on Voldemort when the time was right before he decided it was time to give people some good news. “I have a surprise for all of you,” Dumbledore told them with a bright smile before holding up a hand to ward off any questions. “Everything will be explained in due time.” He tipped his head before leaving the house to do his business, inwardly chuckling at the images of their faces when they saw his ‘surprise’.

“Do you get the feeling that he is up to something?” Snape asked, leaning into McGonagall, who just stared after her old friend with a curious expression before she nodded.

“He always is up to something,” she sighed. Snape looked down at his arm when he felt a burning sensation and looked up at her once more.

“I have to leave.” McGonagall nodded as Snape stood up and left the house to meet his master, curious to what his master wanted.

“Shall I make dinner for everyone?” Molly asked, standing up, determined to do something to get her mind off her missing daughter.

“Not for all of us.” McGonagall stood up with a few people who work for the ministry. “We have to go back to work.” Molly nodded and watched as they left before turning to her family and ushered them into the kitchen so she could feed them.

Everyone made their way into the kitchen and settled down to start eating when there was a faint clicking of high heels on the stone floor and everyone turned to see Hermione making her way through the doorway. She was dressed in a red halter neck top, a pair of black mini-skirt, and her black knee-high boots.

She stopped when she saw Ron and Molly were in the room and glared at them.

“Hermione, you’re back!” greeted Ron as he made to go over to her only to stop when a pair of hands slid themselves around her hips and she leaned into the body with a happy purr, the figure rested his chin on Hermione’s shoulder.

Everyone gasped when they recognised the man and he greeted them with a cold smirk.

“Harry…” stuttered Ron before he glared at the hands that were across his ex-girlfriend’s hips. “Wanna take your hands off my girl?” Harry’s smirk grew wider.

“She seems to like having my hands on her…” taunted Harry as he turned his head and nuzzled her neck with his nose causing shivers of pleasure from Hermione.

“And I’m not your girl,” Hermione shot out, turning her head to glare at her ex-boyfriend, “I broke up with you before I left to find Harry.”

“Hermione…” Ron tried to placate but Hermione just glared harder at him.

“Don’t think I don’t know what you did, Ronald Weasley,” Hermione stepped away from Harry, her hands bunching into fists. Ron just seemed to pale. “I know what you did to Harry and me in our fourth and fifth year. How you oblivated our memories because Harry and I got together and you had a hissy fit that Harry got the girl.” Ron tried to bluff his way out of it.

“I don’t know what you are talking about,” he informed her. “Obviously being with Harry, who is vampire, had addled with your brain.” Hermione slapped him across the face as hard as she could; the sound of skin against skin filled the room, stunning people.

“Whoa, I think that was harder than the time you hit me,” Draco said, impressed as he entered the room with Luna.

“Feels like it,” Hermione shook her hand out to get rid of the sting. Ron turned to face her with hard eyes, the red mark on his face clear on his pale face.

“You bitch,” he hissed, ready to bring his hand up to slap her when a vice grip wrapped itself around his wrist, preventing him from doing so. Turning his head, he paled even further when he saw Harry was the one preventing him from doing so with his green eyes cold as ice.

“Don’t even think about it,” he warned, shoving Ron away from Hermione. “The only man who is allowed to touch her is me.” Draco nodded in agreement.

“I had her Potter,” Ron snapped, furious and humiliated. Hermione stepped forward once more.

“After wiping my memories all the time!” she shouted. “Harry had me first yet you kept wiping our memories because you couldn’t handle the fact that Harry was getting something else you didn’t! Me!”

“I’m the one who loves you!” Ron shouted back at her. “He is just using you as a snack until someone better comes along.”

“You’re wrong,” Hermione countered before revealing the mark. “This mark means I’m his, for life. And he can’t accept another mate and a vampire can only mark a mate when they are attracted to them on all levels. You just want me because I’m something that Harry wasn’t supposed to have. Like I’m some bloody trophy to be won.”

Ron scowled at her as Harry slid an arm around her waist, pulling her into his body.

“Calm down. Now is not the time to lose your temper,” he kissed her temple. She just seem to melt in his embrace before pinning a glare toward Molly as she stepped forward, obviously going to say something but Harry cut her off with a glare. “We’re not interested.”

“Harry…” Molly started but Harry just glared harder at her.

“We know what you did.” Molly was startled as her face seems to lose colour. “Do not try my patience.” Arthur stood up, curious to what was going on.

“Harry?” he moved closer to them. Harry looked at Mr. Weasley and looked toward Molly paling and smirked.

“Your husband doesn’t know; does he?” he asked, pulling away from Hermione but Hermione tugged on his arm. Looking over his shoulder at her, she shook her head, indicating that it wasn’t a good idea to spill the truth now. It was unpredictable and they didn’t need any distractions from their original game plan. Harry nodded and stepped back.

Looking toward his girlfriend, he smacked her ass and gestured, with his head, over to the door. Hermione shrugged at the shocked looks she gained from the others.

“What can I say? He loves to punish me,” Hermione said before she and Luna linked hands together and walked off. Harry looked at Draco, who nodded and left the room, leaving Harry alone with the Weasley.

The twins just stood at the table. They had an idea of what Harry was talking about when it came to Ron and their mother and they weren’t going to interfere. Ron and Molly stood to one side, hoping that Harry wouldn’t spill their secret to Arthur.

“Harry, what don’t I know?” Arthur asked; fear coiling in his gut as he looked at the man who he had come to see a son over the years he had gotten to know the young man. Harry just shrugged.

“Why don’t you ask your wife and son?” Harry suggested. “Beside, it’s nice to see you again, Mr. Weasley but I’m afraid I need to borrow your sons for a moment.” He looked toward the twins, who nodded and moved over to Harry.

All three of them left the room, leaving Arthur with his wife and youngest son in hope he would get an answer from them. They just stared at him, unwilling to speak.

************

“So Ron and Mum has been oblivating you the whole time?” Fred asked. Harry nodded. All three of them were currently hidden away in the Black’s library, away from prying eyes and ears.

“Yeah, Draco figured out that Hermione had been oblivated and restored her memories. When I bit her, my memories were restored.” George shook his head.

“We had a feeling that Ron was oblivating you. We had been doing tests but we didn’t tell you because we knew that you had already been under too much pressure. Beside, we wanted more evidence. We weren’t sure if you were just doing a good job of hiding your relationship.” Harry nodded in understanding.

“Don’t worry about it. I got the letter from Ginny. She felt the same and had gotten her answer when she had an argument with Ron. It was one of the reasons why she left Hogwarts.” Fred and George shared a look before they looked at Harry.

“Do you know where she is?” Fred asked and Harry sighed.

“I have an idea but I’m not going to tell you. Just trust me when I say she is more protected than anyone else is.” They nodded, obviously wanting to ask more questions but decided to trust Harry. He had never led them wrong before and they weren’t going to question him.

“Okay, what did you want to speak to us about?” George asked.

“I have a plan on what to do with Voldemort, how to end the war for good. But I’m gonna need your help to pull it off.”

“Okay, what do you need us to do?” Fred asked.

“I know what I’m doing with Voldemort but it’s the death eaters I need you guys to take care of. I want them all dead.” They stared at him, stunned by his bluntness. “They all live; they’ll just take over Voldemort’s place and carry the war on. This way, I’m cutting all the heads of the Hydra and burning it close. I want them all to die and I want them to die painfully.”

“All of them?” George asked.

“Leave Lucius Malfoy, I already have promised him to someone who wishes to get revenge on him,” Harry told them and they nodded.

“How painful do you want them to die?” Fred asked.

“Bad enough they are cursing my name,” smirked Harry. The twin shared identical evil grins before they nodded.

“Free range?” George asked and Harry nodded.

“Go wild. Think up everything you and collaborate with Hermione. She has some ideas and I need you get something for her. It’s important and I don’t want him to die until he has to,” Harry warned them.

“You can count on us,” they assured him before they hurried out of the room. Harry rolled his shoulders, smoothing out the kinks that were beginning to build up in his neck. He just wanted all this over and done with so he could look forward to his future with Hermione but all those people were just determined to piss him off on a daily basic.

Making his way out of the library and heading into the kitchen, he noticed that it was silent. He guessed Mr and Mrs Weasley were in their room. Draco would be off doing the mission Harry had arranged for him to do while Luna, Hermione and the twins would be sharing notes.

He moved over to the fridge and opened it, pulling out a bottle of beer. He knew that he was underage for the alcohol but the damn thing was the only thing that helped when he was frustrated. Plus, it was always satisfying to throw the bottle at the wall and hearing it shatter.

Using his thumb, he popped the bottle cap and drank down some of the bitter liquid when he sensed someone was behind him. Turning his head, he saw Ron was standing on the other side of the table.

“What do you want,” Harry grunted as he turned back to the fridge, looking to see if there was anything else before he closed it and turned to look at Ron.

“She’s just using you, you know that, right?” Ron asked. “She feels sorry for the poor little orphan that she is being selfless, giving herself up whenever you have the need.” Harry smirked.

“It’s not your name she’s screaming when I’m fucking her,” Harry told him, Ron glared at him. “What’s the matter, Ron? If you are so convinced she is only using me to make me feel better and she is going to leave me for you, you’ll have to get used to the fact that I’m the one who got her first. I’m the one who fucked hard and fast against the wall with her screaming herself hoarse with my name, her nails raking down my back and her body pressed against me.”

He watched as Ron’s hands tightened into fists, his knuckles turning white, his cheek ticking from where he jaw was clenching together in anger.

“Just keep fooling yourself,” Ron snipped, looking away.

“You don’t sound confident,” Harry taunted. Ron looked at him.

“I will have her Potter, and once I get her in my bed, I can guarantee that she will never get back out of it,” Ron taunted. Harry, on the other hand, did not care for the fact that Ron had said he ‘will’ have Hermione, indicating that he will do everything he can to get Hermione in bed…even if she was unwilling and he decided that his ex-best friend needed to be taught a lesson.

Harry just snapped his finger and Ron went flying, his back hitting the wall with a bone shattering thud before he was flung forward, twisted and his back slammed against the ceiling. Harry waved his hand for a moment and Ron found himself stuck to the ceiling.

“You need a lesson on when a girl know her mind,” Harry informed him as the door opened. Hermione stepped into the kitchen, wearing nothing but one of Harry’s quidditch shirts with Potter clear on the back.

“Harry, come to bed before I drag your ass there,” Hermione told him but Harry just grinned as he pulled his half-naked girlfriend over to him.

“How about we do it here?” suggested Harry and Hermione arched an eyebrow, interested, sliding her arms over his shoulders.

“Should I ask what got you in the mood?” she purred. Harry just smirked down at her, his fangs showing in the faint light.

“I’m always in the mood for you,” he reminded, his head bowing down and nipping at her skin, eliciting a pleasurable moan from her as she turned her head away, allowing Harry access to her neck.

Her hands wandered down his front until she reached the lapel of his shirt and ripped them apart, sending buttons flying. Harry pulled away from her and watched as she removed his now ruined shirt and sent it flying before she reached his button of his jeans, undoing it and pulling the zipper down with a teasing smile, pushing the lapels aside and slid her hand in to touch his hardness.

“Hm, commando,” she reached up and nipped his bottom lip, “Just how I like it.” Harry tugged on her bottom lip with is teeth, arousal pooling between her legs. Harry’s hands reached down to her thighs and slid up them up her body, under the shirt.

“Hm, commando,” he teased when his hands ran over bare flanks. Hermione grinned as she jumped up with some help from Harry and wrapped her legs around his waist. Harry moved forward so she was pressed against the fridge door, his hardness, still trapped behind his jeans, was pressing into her core.

“Oh Harry, please,” she begged, pushing down his jeans as she did. Once his jeans slipped down to his ankles, he adjusted Hermione so he could slide himself into her, watching her lips parted in pleasure.

Once he was buried to the hilt, he stayed there, watching as her eyes fluttered open to meet his. With a sly smirk, she squeezed her walls around him, eliciting a groan of pleasure as he pulled out and thrusted back into her. Her legs were locked at the ankle, her heels digging in just above his butt as she clutched at his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin.

One of his hands was on her butt, his fingers pressing deeply that she would probably have a bruise the next day. His other hand was cupped at the back of her neck, his fingers tangled in her hair.

They stared in to each others eyes as Harry continued to slowly pump in and out of her, teasing her toward the edge before she leaned in and pressed her lips against his, wanting to taste him. One hand slid up his neck and tangled in his messy dark locks.

Harry slid his hand, which was on her neck, down her back and slid it under the shirt and up her side until he cupped a breast, pinching her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. She gasped into his mouth, sucking on his tongue in the process, which had Harry thrusting into her harder before he remembered who was watching and needed to give the young boy a lesson.

He pulled away from Hermione and helped her to push the top up so he could take a nipple into his mouth, sucking and laving his tongue over it. Hermione’s head fell back against the cool metal of the fridge door, a stark contrast between the heat of Harry’s body and cool hardness at her back.

Sensing Hermione was secure between his body and the fridge door, he let go of her bottom and slid his other hand to her other nipple, still thrusting into her as deep as he could go before he lifted his head when he felt Hermione’s hand over his.

Hermione removed his hand from her nipple and replaced it with her own, pleasuring herself as he watched in rapt arousal. He loved that Hermione was more confident in herself that she could pleasure herself with him watching. It gave him a deep sense of thrill.

Moving his free hand down her to clit, he brushed his thumb over it, watching as Hermione’s finger tightened on her nipple as a result.

“Harry…” Hermione pleaded, her brown eyes locked with his green ones. He could see her desire clear in her eyes.

“Do you belong to me?”

“Yes,” Hermione moaned, nodding frantically as his thumb rubbed harder against her, her hands falling from her nipples and onto his shoulder. The pleasure was beginning to build up faster, shocking her system as it was only used to the slow build up it had started off with.

“Only me?” he growled, thrusting in deeper, hitting a sweet spot inside of her.

“Yes!” she screamed, her head falling backward as her legs tightened around him, “Only yours!” Harry bit her and her orgasm broke free as her nails raked down his back, making him bleed. Harry groaned as he released himself into her welcoming depths.

Hermione sighed as Harry slumped against her and she tucked her face into his neck as he removed his fangs from her neck.

“We’re gonna kill each other with sex,” Harry muttered. Hermione giggled, deep with desire.

“But what a way to go, right?” she asked, pulling away from his neck and kissing him softly on the lips. “But before we start round two, can we please go in our room? I wanna see if I can get you to break the headboard.” Harry arched an eyebrow, impressed before he pulled himself out of her, unashamed of his nakedness and smoothed down her top before pulling on his jeans once more.

Hermione grabbed two bottles of beer and headed out of the kitchen as Harry looked up to where Ron was still pinned against the ceiling.

Harry just smirked as his eyes turned cold before he snapped his fingers, causing Ron’s bounds to unbind and sent the young man plummeting toward the ground where he met the cold stone floor with a heavy thud and a low groan of pain.

“She’s mine, Weasley. You do best to remember that,” Harry warned him before he left the kitchen altogether, leaving Ron alone.

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“The ritual is nearly completed my lord,” Snape bowed and Voldemort nodded.

“So it shall be.” He stood up from his seat, clutching his queen’s hand as they moved toward the centre of the room where the full moon was shining through the large ceiling and next to the large bonfire. “The potion,” Voldemort let go of his queen’s hand and reached it out toward Snape, who handed him the vial, which was emitting smoke.

“Are you sure?” The queen asked, placing a hand on Voldemort’s shoulder. “I do not want to risk losing you again. I lost you before and it nearly tore me apart.” Voldemort smile down at his queen.

“I’ll be fine,” Voldemort assured her and she stood back, dropping her hand and showing her support. Voldemort looked down at the vial before he nodded toward Snape, who started chanting in a Latin language.

Voldemort drank down the vial of potion when Snape indicated toward the vial and winced when the strong bitter taste wasted down his throat only to clutch his throat with a gag, gasping for breath as the vial slipped from his now lack grip. He fell to his knees as the chanting went on. The wind started howling as lightning thundered and clapped overheard.

He heard his queen screaming his name and looked to see that another Death Eater was holding her back from interfering with the ritual. He could feel his skin bubbling, changing. He could feel himself shrinking in size; feel his clothes getting too big for him.

Suddenly the pain stopped just as abruptly as it had started, leaving Voldemort gasping as his body adjusted to the changes. His Queen managed to break from the Death Eater’s grip, hurrying over to help him up.

“Tom…” she gasped as she entered the moonlight, startling the death eaters when they identified her. Ginny Weasley did not care as she knelt down in front of Voldemort, helping him up and cupping his cheek.

Voldemort’s face was no longer snake like. He now his human features his messy brown hair and brown eyes. He looked every inch of the man she had met back in her second year.

“Ginny,” he reached out and cupped her face only to stare at his hands in shock before he looked at her. Ginny nodded.

“You are back, my king,” she whispered before she reached up and kissed him, softly on the lips. Tom just wrapped his arms around her body, pulling her in for a harder kiss while the Death Eaters all left the room, leaving their lord and his queen to themselves.

Snape just wondered how he was supposed to inform the Weasleys’ that their daughter/sister was now at Voldemort’s side.

TBC

Semi cliff-hanger, I think (Can you even get a semi cliff-hanger?) Oh! And don’t worry about Ron, his time is coming…soon *Rubs hands with glee*

14. Chapter 14: She's Mine

Apologies for taking a while, I’ve started college again, three weeks ago, I fell ill, two week, I fainted in class, last week I fell ill again! I’m just not having a very good month!

Does anyone else get chapters that are like their best friends and chapters that are their enemies and totally hates you? This chapter was my enemy!

Chapter 14: She’s Mine

“Back to Hogwarts,” Draco muttered as he stared up at the castle. Luna stood next to him. Harry came up behind Hermione, wrapping his arms around her waist and placing his chin on her shoulder.

“Yeah, just when we thought we were free,” Harry joked only to grunt when Hermione elbowed him in the stomach. Draco snickered while Luna shook her head, amused. “Hey! Loving and abusing me does not make a relationship!”

“Suck it up, you big baby,” she turned in his arms. “We need Hogwarts if we are going to get a job.” Harry rolled his eyes before he leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. Draco groaned as he rolled his eyes.

“Let’s move before I get the urge to bleach my eyes out,” he urged Luna up the pathway.

“Don’t do that,” Luna frowned. “I like your eyes.”

“So do I; which is why I asked us to move so I didn’t need to bleach my eyes out,” he reminded. Luna hummed as she made her way down the hallway, leaving Harry and Hermione laughing together. Hermione turned to face Harry.

“Are you ready?” she asked and Harry shrugged, looking at the castle that he once had considered as home.

“Might as well get a move on,” he told her, looking down at her and saw her stubborn look. “It’s gonna be different. People know I’m a vampire and with Ron shooting his mouth off about you, we are in for a rough ride.” Hermione nodded.

“I know but all you have to do is ignore them,” Hermione pointed out. “Not everyone knows you’re a vampire, only a select few of the teachers and you said that Dumbledore had them write their name on a contract that prevented them from talking to anyone about your vampire nature.” Harry nodded before they made their way down the path where Draco and Luna were waiting at the bottom of the hill.

“Are we ready?” Draco asked and Harry nodded. All four of them moved toward the castle until they reached the double doors that led the way into the castle. They stopped once more because they knew once they entered, they wouldn’t be able to hide away as they used to. “You know, we probably look like idiots just standing here,” Draco muttered, getting nods of agreements from the others. They finally worked up the courage to climb the steps and head into Hogwarts.

They made their way into the Great Hall where all the students were settling down, waiting for the teachers to arrive so they could get on with their dinner when Neville spotted them off to the side and grinned.

“Harry! You finally came back!” Neville exclaimed, drawing everyone’s attention to the couple. “And you got together with Hermione or you are giving up hiding the relationship.” Harry grinned.

“Gave up hiding it,” he teased. Neville laughed as all four them sat down at the Gryffindor table. A majority of the students were curious to why Draco were sitting with them and even more shocked that he and Luna seemed to be in a relationship. Neville would have said something about it but the look in Harry’s eyes made him think again and he decided to trust Harry. Harry had never steered him wrong.

“Where did you guys go?” Lavender asked as they filled their plate with food.

“We went into hiding,” Hermione spoke up. “There was some stuff we needed to sort out before we came back to Hogwarts.” Lavender nodded.

“I’m just glad you’re back. Ron has been driving us all nuts,” she muttered. Harry arched an eyebrow, amused.

“Yeah, we’ve heard that Gryffindor is losing in Quidditch,” Harry said while Draco smirked.

“And Slytherin is the top,” he gloated, smirking at Harry, who rolled his eyes. Luna and Hermione just shook their head in amusement. They knew how much Harry and Draco liked to tease each other on Quidditch.

“Does that mean you will be coming back on the team?” Seamus asked and Hermione grinned brightly.

“Harry’s the captain,” she informed them proudly. The Gryffindor whooped with delight, now they had a chance to win the Quidditch cup.

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Hermione made her way down the stairs from the girls’ dormitory and into the common room. They had all finished their dinner before separating. Luna had gone off to find some mystical creature while Harry and Ron were checking something out. Hermione had wanted to get settled in first before she met up with Harry.

Once she stepped into the common room, she stopped short when she saw her ex-boyfriend and friend standing up from the couch where he had obviously been waiting for her.

“What do you want?” Hermione asked, remembering clearly what Harry had told her about Ron believing that Hermione was just feeling sorry for Harry and that Ron would have her in his bed. She hadn’t been happy when she heard this and understood Harry’s possessiveness. They had been oblivated since fourth year. They had been mind raped constantly that Harry was more than worried that he would lose her once more. Ron stepped forward.

“What do you want?” Hermione asked her voice cold as ice as she regarded him.

“Hermione…” Ron started as he reached out to touch his ex-girlfriend but she just step-side him, moving away from his touch. Ron dropped his hand back to his side. “I just wanted to talk to you.”

“There is nothing to talk about,” Hermione informed him with a cool glare. “We are over and I will never forgive you for oblivating me into forgetting that Harry and I were together. You had no right. I am not a trophy to be won and I do not appreciate being used like that just so you could feel better about having something Harry never had.”

“Hermione, it was for your own good,” Ron pleaded. Hermione just glared at Ron as she brushed past him. Harry had told her what Ron had said about their relationship and what he had done to teach Ron a lesson. She had been shocked at first but found herself turned on over how dominating Harry had gotten in proving to Ron just who she belonged to. She knew that Harry being a vampire meant he would do everything it took to prove to people just who she belonged to.

Ron watched her go, wondering how he was supposed to get Hermione back. Yes, he had used memory charmed on her but it was for her own good. Harry is supposed to be with Ginny while Hermione was supposed to be with him. That was how it was supposed to be yet she was determined in defiling herself by sleeping with a vampire who had no qualms about using her to score points against him.

He stiffened when he saw Harry appear at the doorway without making a sound. He gazed at Hermione with concern in his green eyes only for it to be replaced with happiness and lust when Hermione just smiled serenely at him. Once Hermione reached him, she stood on tip-toes, slid a hand over his shoulder and kissed him softly before he slipped an arm around her waist. He told her something and she nodded before they turned and left, oblivious to everything outside of their own little bubble.

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“Are you sure you are okay?” Harry asked as he and Hermione made their way down the hallway toward Dumbledore’s office where the Order meeting was being held. It was time to give them the brief version of why Harry had disappeared and why they had refused to come back to Hogwarts. Draco and Luna were also invited to the meeting and they would meet them in the office.

“I’m fine, he didn’t touch me and we didn’t really get to talk,” Hermione assured him. She stopped in her tracks and turned Harry around to face her. “Nothing happened. He told me he just wanted to talk to me but I ignored him.” Harry searched her eyes and face before he nodded and she frowned. “And you need blood.” Harry looked at her.

“No,” he denied quickly only for Hermione to arch an eyebrow.

“Harry James Potter, don’t you lie to me,” she warned him and Harry shrunk slightly before looking off to the side.

“I’ll be fine,” he muttered. Hermione scoffed.

“Just like you were fine when we first found you?” Hermione asked, planting her hands on her hips. “You can’t keep denying the blood lust Harry, it will consume you and you will end up killing yourself as a result.” Harry looked at her once more.

“Hermione, we’re at Hogwarts. Now is not a really good time for me to take any blood,” he reminded her but Hermione shook her head as she grabbed Harry’s hand and dragged him off into a dark corner, out of view from anyone who would be passing. Harry caught on and tried to stall her. “Hermione…”

“Harry, either you take my blood or I will kick your arse,” she informed him. Harry balked at this as Hermione turned around to face him, satisfied they were well hidden in the darkness.

“Can’t we do it later?” Harry pleaded. Hermione shook her head.

“They would be able to tell you are going through the blood lust. We are trying to make them feel secure about you. Not send them off in a panic where they will tell someone about you. That’s the last thing we need,” Hermione reminded as her left hand reached up, sliding over his neck and into his thick dark hair. She began tugging him down onto her neck, trying to tempt him with her blood.

“Hermione,” Harry tried to resist but Hermione was more stubborn that he was.

“Harry,” she forced his face into her neck. Harry had no choice but to take the bait. His fangs sunk into her jugular and he suckled, drawing the blood inside of him. Hermione moaned as her head fell back; her body pressing up against his as they stumbled till her back met the cool brick wall. Hermione moaned Harry’s name as he suckled harder in time with her heartbeat until he pulled himself away from her neck, breathing raggedly.

Harry lifted his head, his green eyes meeting hers before his mouth came down over hers in a crushing bruising kiss. Hermione moaned as his fangs nipped at her lips and the taste of her blood just excited her. Flicking her tongue over the roof of his mouth, Harry suddenly pulled away causing Hermione to let out a moan of protest as she tried to tug his head back down but Harry shook his head.

“We’re gonna be late,” he told her, his voice husky as he reached up and wiped the blood away from his mouth with the sleeve of his robe. His fangs slid back into place as he smirked. “We can pick up later, I promise.” Hermione seemed satisfied with that for the moment as they linked hands and hurried down the hallway as fast as they could without actually breaking into a run.

Once they reached the stairways to Dumbledore’s office, Harry gave the password and they waited for the statue to move, spiralling upward. Harry and Hermione stepped onto the moving staircase till they reached the door that led the way to the office. They looked at each other before taking a deep breath. It was going to be first time they met the Order since they had arrived back from their hiding places.

Harry and Hermione made their way into Dumbledore’s office only to blush when everyone’s eyes turned their way. Dumbledore’s blue eyes twinkled with amusement while Draco rolled his. Luna just smiled dreamily as Snape scoffed that Harry Potter had finally came back. Molly was torn between trying to mother the young boy she used to know and cowering in fear over the vampire who he was now. Arthur just nodded, pleased to see them alive and well. Remus and Tonks nodded while the other members of the Order just either nodded to them or ignored them.

Harry and Hermione sat down on the empty chairs as Dumbledore stood up.

“The meeting has now started,” Dumbledore told them. “As we know that Harry had disappeared over the summer, he had explained the situation to me and I understand why he had decided to take a short break. However, this will help us with the war against Voldemort.” Dumbledore looked around at the group. “As we all know that Harry is indeed safe with Hermione,” Dumbledore’s eyes twinkled toward the couple, who grinned back. “Are there any news?” he asked.

“I have a question,” Molly spoke up and they looked at her but saw that she was looking at Harry. “Harry, dear, do you know who bit you? Is there a cure?”

“Yes, Draco and I know who bit us and there is no cure,” Harry informed her. Molly stifled a sob while Arthur looked between the young men curiously.

“Were you and Draco bitten by the same vampire?” he asked and Harry nodded.

“Yes, I was bitten because I was in danger and it was the only way to save me. Draco was bitten out of revenge for what had happened to our sire’s mate,” Harry told Arthur and Arthur nodded, not asking any other questions. What he knew of the vampires, they were very protective of their mates.

“Are there any other questions?” Dumbledore asked and everyone shook their heads. They weren’t going to ask Harry why he had hidden it from them; they knew why Harry had hidden it from them. Vampires were classed as a dark creature and it wouldn’t have mattered that he had saved them from Voldemort; the wizarding world would have found a way to kill him in order to protect them. “Are there any other news regarding Voldemort and his death eaters?” Dumbledore asked.

“Ginny Weasley has joined the Dark Lord,” Snape told them. Everyone stared at him while Harry, Hermione, Luna, and Draco just looked at each other.

“W-wha-what?” whispered Molly.

“Ginny Weasley is my dark lord’s lover. She came to his side just shortly after she left Hogwarts. We only found out who she was when the ritual was completed.”

“So they completed the ritual?” Harry asked. Snape looked toward him.

“Yes,” he sneered but Harry ignored him.

“What was the ritual?” Snape arched an eyebrow.

“A restoring ritual,” Snape informed them. “He has reverted back to his sixteen year old form.” Dumbledore sat down on his seat, heavy under the weight of the implication before he looked toward Harry. Harry gave him a subtle nod that they would talk later.

“What of Ginny?” Arthur asked, fear clear for his daughter. “Is she okay?” Snape sneered.

“She is living up the high life. None of the death eaters are allowed to touch her or they will have to answer to our lord and no one is willing to risk it,” Snape explained. “She is completely safe at Voldemort’s side.”

“Thank you,” Dumbledore waved him to sit down before looking at Molly and Arthur. “We cannot receive too much information. If we were to act any different, Voldemort would know that he had a spy among his ranks.” Molly and Arthur just nodded dumbly, trying to digest the fact that their daughter had betrayed them to join Voldemort.

“At least we know Ginny is safe,” Hermione spoke up. Molly glared at her.

“She is with Voldemort, how can she possibly be safe?!” Molly exploded. Hermione rolled her eyes.

“Because she is by Voldemort’s side, one of the two safe sides you could possibly be,” Hermione reminded. “Voldemort wouldn’t do anything to harm. I believe in Harry when he says Voldemort cares for Ginny. He had never been wrong regarding Voldemort.”

“What about Sirius?” Molly demanded viciously and Harry jerked like he was stung while Hermione glared at Molly.

“If people hadn’t tried so hard to keep Harry out of the loop and treat him like a child, none of that would have come to pass,” Hermione reminded Molly with a hard glint in her brown eyes. “Voldemort was able to trick Harry because of us so you can not use that against him.”

“How can I possibly believe Harry about Ginny? She’s my little girl and she could be in a trap or hurt! How do we really know that she wants to be with You-Know-Who?” Molly demanded.

“How about the fact that Draco and I knew she was going to join Voldemort,” Harry snapped, startling them. “We had a feeling about Ginny since our second year. Yes, Voldemort is good but he’s not that good if he can’t get Draco and me to join him. It was obvious that something more was happening than we were being told and Ginny had made her choice.”

“Harry…” Arthur started and Harry looked at him. “Are you completely sure?” Harry nodded.

“Ginny sent me a letter just before she disappeared. She told me everything she felt and how she hated to have to choose between the two of you but she chose love. I feel everything from Voldemort, remember, and he genuinely feels the same as her.” Molly opened her mouth to say something when Dumbledore stood up.

“That’s enough,” he informed them all, cutting them all off. “We have heard your worries, Mrs. Weasley but this is not the time or the place to start anything. We have too many things to deal with. I believe Severus and Harry when they say that Ginny is safe. Right now, we should focus on finding Voldemort’s secret place so we can finally bring this war to an end.”

“That’s a good idea,” McGonagall spoke up, bringing the conversation/argument to a halt. She understood that Mrs. Weasley was worried about her daughter but arguing with Harry wasn’t going to make anything better. Dumbledore sat back down, pressing his fingers together.

“Voldemort hasn’t been giving us much trouble, as which Severus said, he has been losing his contacts which prevented him from causing any trouble,” Dumbledore said. “However, with his original identity, there is a chance he could walk into the wizarding community and people wouldn’t recognise him so we must be on our guard from now on.” Everyone nodded. Dumbledore asked if there were any more questions or messages when he finally concluded the meeting.

Draco and Luna were the first ones out of the room, wanting to spend some more time together before they retired back to their rooms for the night. The others had left while Remus and Tonks talked to Harry for a short moment to make sure he was okay with his condition and if he needed anything, he could ask them. Harry had assured them that he was okay and everything was fine. Remus had been pleased before he handed something to Harry and slipped out with Tonks.

Harry stared at the parcel in his hand before slipping it into his robes pocket and making his way over to Hermione. He slipped an arm around her waist, bid Dumbledore a good night and they headed out only to bump into Ron as he came running round the corner, breathing heavily.

“You missed the meeting,” Harry informed the red-haired boy, who just glared at Harry.

“I had something more important,” Ron informed him coolly. Harry just looked off to the side, hearing something in the distance while Ron turned to face Hermione, hoping that he would be luckier this time. “I really need to talk to you, Hermione,” Ron told her. Hermione shook her head.

“I don’t care Ron,” Hermione told him. “There is nothing to say anymore. You broke our trust in you. There is nothing you can say that will mend it again.”

“Hermione…” Ron started, pleading when Harry tightened his grip around Hermione’s waist and looked at Ron with a hard dangerous glint in his eyes.

“Back of Weasley,” Harry warned. “She’s mine.” Harry led Hermione away from the group and they headed toward the Gryffindor’s Common Room, leaving Ron behind, seething with anger that he had failed to get Hermione once more.

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Luna was walking down the hallway of Hogwarts alone, humming as she took comfort of being within the castle walls. It always felt like the castle was speaking to her whenever she caressed her hands along the wall when she felt two presences appear behind her. Stopping, she looked over her shoulder to see Draco’s old bodyguard behind her.

“Well, well, well. Look what we have here,” Crabbe grinned at Goyle, “A little Ravenclaw out all by herself.” Luna’s eyes just narrowed as she turned around fully.

“What makes you think I’m out all by myself?” Luna asked. Crabbe looked around before looking at Luna once more.

“I don’t see anyone around,” he taunted her, moving closer as he and Goyle decided to have a little fun with the girl when Draco appeared out of nowhere with a hard glint in his eyes.

“What’s going on boys?” Draco asked in a conversationalist tone. Crabbe and Goyle looked at each other before they looked at him.

“Nothing much,” Goyle bluffed. Draco just snorted as he moved closer to Luna, who was smiling dreamily up at him.

“She’s mine,” Draco warned Crabbe and Goyle with a hard tone before wrapping his arm around Luna’s waist and they both walked off, leaving Draco’s old bodyguard stunned.

TBC

Sorry for the short chapter, I promise to try and keep the chapters regular. We’re nearly finished…I don’t know if I should cry or be happy *laughs*

15. Chapter 15: Not Even Hell Can Stop Him

Chapter 15: Not Even Hell Can Stop Him

Hermione made her way into the Great Hall, surprised to see that Harry was already sitting at the table, tucking into his meal. Harry looked up when he saw her and smiled.

“Hey.” Hermione kissed his cheek before she sat down, grabbing her cup and filled it up with tea that she usually drank in the morning. “Did you have a good sleep?” Harry asked and Hermione flicked him a sly grin.

“I probably would have slept better if you had been there with me,” she teased him. Harry growled before looking down at the papers once more. Hermione smiled as she took a sip of her tea. “Hm,” Hermione wrinkled her nose in distaste. Harry looked up.

“Are you okay?” he asked and she smiled at him, nodding.

“Yeah, my tea just tastes funny,” she told him before putting two more spoonful of sugar and checking it once more. “That tastes better.” Harry’s eyes narrowed for a moment before he shrugged it off and turned back to his papers and finished off his breakfast. Once Hermione had finished her tea and ate a piece of toast, they made their way out of the Great Hall and into the hallway.

“So, where do you want to go now?” Harry asked as they two of them made their way down the hallway. Hermione just smirked before spinning Harry around, startling him.

“Whoa…” Harry was cut off as Hermione’s lips claimed his in a hot rough kiss. Harry’s eyes widen in shock before they fluttered close as his vampire side took over, enjoying the dominating side of Hermione. He walked her backward until her back was pressed against the wall. Using the leverage, Hermione jumped up, wrapping her legs around his waist and shoving a hand up under his shirt so she could feel his bare skin.

Harry’s hands weren’t idle as one slipped up her thigh and under her skirt while the other slid under her shirt and covered her bra-covered breast, massaging it and rubbing his thumb over the hard nub that was fighting to get out of the cotton.

The sounds of students rushing through the hallway alerted Harry and brought him back to his senses. He looked around as Hermione’s lips moved down to his neck and spotted a door. He pulled Hermione off the wall, stumbling she Hermione sucked on a soft spot on his neck, causing him to groan in pleasure.

Regaining the use of his legs, he carried Hermione over to the door, opened it and stepped in before closing the door behind him with his foot as Hermione’s lips came off her neck and attacked his once more. Harry groaned as he stumbled forward until he reached the teacher’s desk and set Hermione down on it, freeing his hands to roam over her body, ripping her shirt away so he could have access to her skin. One of his hands cupped her breast while the other one slid around her waist, pulling her into his body.

Hermione moaned as she slid her hands over his chest, unbuttoning his shirt and pushing the material away from his body so she could access his skin. She pulled her lips away from his mouth and trailed down his chest. Reaching the area above his heart, she sunk her teeth in the skin before pulling away and flicking her tongue over the mark.

Harry just yanked her head back up to his, crushing her lips against his in a bruising kiss, pushing her back so she was at an angle, sliding his hands up her thighs, pushing the skirt up further so he could access her core. One of his hands moved toward her already soaking panties. He brushed a finger over the cotton and she moaned into his mouth, arching her hips into his hand, wanting more. Her fingers unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down the zipper, pushing his jeans over his hips down and his legs with his boxers following the same path.

Hermione curled her hand around his erection, enjoying herself by teasing Harry as she ran her thumb over the tip of him, loving the growl that tore from his throat as his head fell back, enjoying her ministrations. Soon, Harry got eager, wanting to feel her around him so he removed her hand and thrusted himself in, burying himself to the hilt with Hermione gasping as her nails raked down his back.

Hermione’s head fell back as Harry pulled himself out before thrusting himself back into her, his hands clutching her arse, pulling her up when he thrusted downward. Hermione moaned as she tightened her legs around his waist, their lips meeting each other in a hard bruising kiss. Their lips parted and their tongues met and duelled with each other, each one fighting to get dominance over each other before Hermione pulled away and kissed Harry’s neck.

Hermione would give a nip every now and then, enjoying the way Harry would thrust harder into her with each nip. It felt like he just got deeper. Her head fell backward as one of his hands came up and cupped her breast, rubbing her nipple as his head move down to her neck, flicking his tongue over the mark but resisted biting it. He wanted to take his time with her. He didn’t need any blood and he wasn’t going to take blood when he didn’t need it.

Harry picked up speed, pushing Hermione onto the table and following her down, his thumb came down and brushed across her clit, giving her the push she needed to fall over into the edge.

“Oh…oh…oh…” Hermione gasped as she climaxed. Harry groaned as her walls contracted around him and released himself into her, holding her hips before his thrusts slowed down and buried his face into her neck, sighing.

Hermione sighed happily as she slid a hand into Harry’s messy dark locks, holding his face close to her neck. She liked the feeling. Harry grunted as he slid out of her, eliciting a whimper of protest from Hermione before he kissed her neck.

“We’d better get back out there,” Harry told her, not once removing his head from her neck. He was far too comfortable there. Hermione chuckled.

“Yeah,” she pulled away from Harry so she could look at him the eyes before she reached up and kissed him before Harry pulled away and pulled up his boxers and pants while Hermione just fastened her clothes and smoothed down her skirt.

They stepped out into the hallway after making sure they look presentable when Hermione was suddenly hit with a wave of nausea and dizziness. Frowning, she shook her head and tried to regain her focus.

“Did you take any blood?” Hermione asked, her voice slurring. Harry looked at her, confused.

“Hermione?” he reached for her just as she fell to her knees and vomited all over the stone floor before her eyes rolled up into the back of her head and she slumped off to the side. Harry knelt down beside her, his hands roaming over her body frantically before he pressed two fingers to the base of her neck and checked for a pulse. Fast and thready.

Harry picked up bridal style and ran down the hallway toward the hospital wing. Once he reached there, he burst the doors opens with a loud bang as they bounced off the walls under the strength.

The patients that were in the hospital wing all jumped as the noise startled them before Madam Pomfrey came storming out of her office.

“What is the meaning of this?!” she spun around to glare at the person who had disrupted her patients only to gasp when she saw Hermione very still and pale body in Harry’s arms. “What happened?” she gestured to an empty bed.

“She had been acting weird since breakfast,” Harry explained as he placed Hermione on the bed. “She lost her temper with some of the students before jumping me. She seemed better but when we were walking, she felt dizzy, vomited and fainted.”

“What colour was her sick?” Madam Pomfrey asked as she waved her wand in complicated ways, checking Hermione’s status.

“Pale pink,” Harry explained. Her head came up to look at Harry’s, startled.

“What did she have for breakfast?” Harry frowned.

“She had toast and she commented that her tea tasted funny but after she put more sugar in it, it tasted better,” Harry explained before he pinned the nurse a dark look. “What are you thinking?”

“Nothing good,” she confessed. “I need you to get Professor Dumbledore, Professor Snape, Professor Flitwick, Professor Sprout and Professor McGonagall.” The doors opened once more to reveal the teachers Madam Pomfrey had asked for.

“What happened, Poppy?” Dumbledore asked he hurried over to the bed.

“I believe Miss Granger has indigested a large amount of love potion,” Madam Pomfrey admitted, shooting Harry a look of worry. “Her sick was pale pink.” Even Snape paled at the implication.

“She should have died!” Snape burst out, shocked. “That is a lethal amount of love potion to give to someone!”

“Harry, what did she drink?” McGonagall asked. Harry looked at his teacher.

“Tea, she claimed it was funny but tasted fine after she put in two more spoonful of sugar,” Harry explained.

“Dobby, Winky!” barked Dumbledore and the two elves showed up, curious.

“Yes, Master Dumbledore?” Winky asked.

“Did anyone come into the kitchens before this morning?” he asked them. Dobby and Winky looked at each other before Dobby nodded eagerly.

“Yes, Master Harry red haired friend came in,” Dobby told them before frowning. “He was acting weird. He put something in a cup of tea and told Winky that Hermione wasn’t feeling well and it was something to make her feel better. Winky threw out the tea.”

“Did he touch anything else?” Dumbledore asked and Winky shook her head.

“No, the other elves made sure he stayed away from the food,” Winky told them.

“What are you thinking, Albus?” McGonagall asked.

“He must have used a film charm on the cup, making sure that there were still traces of the potions on the tea and filled it up with more potion when it appeared and made sure that Miss Granger drank it.”

“But why isn’t she dead?” Snape asked.

“Because of her bond with Harry,” Dumbledore explained, the teachers looked at him. “Harry marked Hermione as his mate. It means she has some vampire blood in her that allows her to stay alive as long as Harry is alive. The blood must have filtered as much of the potion as it could but there were too much so her body had no choice but to give up in hope her magic could heal the rest of her.”

The doors slammed opened once more to reveal Draco and Luna hurrying into the hospital wing, obviously had heard from the grapevine that Hermione had passed out and was currently in the hospital wing.

“What’s going on?” Draco demanded as he and Luna moved closer to the bed. Luna left Draco’s side to be by Hermione’s side, taking one of her still hands into her own.

“Ron Weasley is going to die,” Harry growled as he stormed out of the hospital wing and down the hallway, intent on finding his prey.

“We should stop him,” McGonagall spoke up, frantic. “Blood is very hard to get out of stone!” Draco snorted in disbelief before he shook his head.

“There is no point,” Draco spoke up, “Not even hell can stop him.”

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Storming through the hallways, Harry’s anger just built up higher and higher until he finally spotted his prey. Ron, sensing someone was behind him, turned around only to pale when he saw Harry bearing down on him like a fright train.

Harry grabbed Ron around the neck and slammed him into the wall. Ron made choking noises as he clawed at Harry’s hand while Molly screamed, rushing forward to pull the murderous vampire off her son.

“Harry?” Fred and George rushed forward to try and stop Harry from killing their brother. Arthur stood up, confused. He knew that there was something he was missing and wondered if he would get the answer this time.

“You selfish bastard,” Harry growled, his grip tightening around Ron’s neck. Ron was slowly becoming purple due to the lack of air. “I will kill you and I will do it slowly so I can enjoy your screams.”

“Harry! Don’t kill him!” Molly screamed as she tugged on Harry’s hand only to find that Harry was like a brick wall. Nothing could move him. Harry shoved Molly away with his other hand.

“You stay out of it. You will get your turn,” Harry warned her with a cold glare that had everyone stopping in their tracks. Never in their lives had they ever seen Harry Potter furious like this and it made them remember this was a young man who had faced Voldemort six times and survived him.

“Harry…what’s going on?” Arthur asked as Harry turned to growl at Ron once more. It was remarkable to see Harry’s brows furrowed and his canines growing.

“He gave Hermione a fatal dose of love potion,” Harry growled out, his green eyes turning to slits as he glared at Ron, who whimpered, trying to breath. Fred and George stopped tugging on Harry’s arms as they stared at their brother in a stunned shock.

“Is she…” Arthur croaked out, fearfully.

“No,” the relief that swam through the twins and Arthur was palpable that they could almost taste it before they looked at Ron. “So…tell me why I shouldn’t kill him on the spot?”

“Because he’s your best friend!” screamed Molly as she managed to get herself up. “Was my best friend,” snarled Harry as he glared at the woman. “He decided that his jealous was far more important than overcoming that and becoming a friend someone would want. He turned his back on me and only grovelled because Hermione and I had gotten together.” He glared at Ron once more.

Dumbledore arrived on the scene in time to see Harry getting ready to kill Ron and knew that he gad to interject before things got worse.

“Harry, you can’t kill him,” Dumbledore soothed. “Hermione needs you right now and it won’t do her any good if Ron were to die right now.”

“Fine,” Harry growled, dropping Ron to the ground. “I’ll deal with him later.” He stepped back, closing his eyes to gain his anger and once they opened, his eyes were back to their normal hue of green while Arthur stood forward, now wanting an answer to what was going on.

“Harry,” that one word proved everything to Harry and he turned to face the man who had took him into his family and treated him as one of his own.

“Your bitch of a wife and loser of a son had been oblivating Hermione and I since our fourth year. Hermione and I got together during the first task only for Ron to throw a jealous fit that I had Hermione while he didn’t and oblivated us before begging to be let back into the friendship once more. During the summer of fifth year, Hermione and I almost made love when Molly interrupted us, screamed at us and oblivated us. They had been using love potions on me to make me fall for Ginny and on Hermione to make her fall for Ron.” Arthur stared Harry before he looked at Molly and Ron with a disgusted look.

“Arthur…” Molly began as she reached out to her husband only to for Arthur to jerk away from her.

“How could you?” Arthur hissed. “Hermione is the one person who stuck by Harry’s side and you wanted to rip them apart so you could have your pathetic happy little family?!”

“Oh, and if I were you, Arthur,” Arthur looked at Harry, “I’d check myself for love potions because I remember her telling Ginny and Hermione that she used one on you.” Harry stalked away as Arthur stared after him, stricken before he turned and walked away, needing the time to understand everything that had just been dropped on him.

Fred and George backed away from Ron and their mother before they walked off, wondering how they could be related to people who had no qualms about trying to destroy other people lives for their own pleasure.

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Harry made his way into the hospital wing and took up vigil by Hermione’s side, holding her hand as he waited for her to wake up. Draco was sitting on the chair on Hermione’s other side with Luna sitting on his lap, humming a song her mother used to sing to her when she was younger.

Madam Pomfrey divided her time between checking on her patients that would be sent from class and making sure that Hermione was healing in her own time. She noticed that Harry seemed to be attuned to Hermione’s every movement and decided to leave them alone. She couldn’t imagine what it was like for Harry to see his girlfriend lying in the bed before him dosed with a high level of Love Potion and could only hope that they would make it through this stronger.

Harry just embraced Hermione’s left hand in his, holding it close to his lips as he stared out of the window when he felt her hand clench around his and a faint smile crossed his lips. She was going to be fine.

TBC

I hope this story is still satisfactorily, I have noticed that my interest in it has been waning (I apologise) but I will continue to write this story (two more chapters left) but a part of me is really wanting to delete this and start it over again *rolls eyes* Once I’ve finished, I might consider doing a revised version of the story at a later date.

It’s mostly because I really interested in my other Harry Potter story I’m currently writing and a Crossover (Not Harry Potter) as well. *Rolls eyes* I swear, plot bunnies needs to be shot on sight from now on.