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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?
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