Love Bites | By : Bubblesoflove Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 20921 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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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
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