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They All Taste the Same	By : pomerann Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 22348 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. All characters, concepts and places in the Harry Potter world belong to J.K. Rowling. i make no profit from this story.

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Chapter Notes:

A big thanks to my betas auntlynnie and GryffindorSlytherin. They are the best, and have loads of patience. Without them, this fic would be rubbish.

Chapter 3

Draco's voice interrupted her thoughts. "Do you still want to be a vampire?"

Hermione's eyes snapped open. "What?"

He was sitting up, splattered with blood, and leaning back against the wall with his elbows resting on his knees. His eyes were half shut in a post-coital, post-feeding bliss.

"You were almost there, so I pulled away. Although I could imagine nothing better than…" He stared down at her, swallowed, and seemed to be reconsidering his words. "My alternative was death, otherwise, it's not something that I would have chosen. You'll be more powerful, but you'll…"

In disbelief, she watched shame grace his face. He looked down at his hands and said, "You'll have difficulty controlling yourself… even around those you love."

Was she delirious? With the way that her head was reeling, she just might be.

He looked pained, and continued, "I don't know why you would want this. I think you're making a mistake, but I… I can deny you nothing."

He laid his wrist on the floor next to her face and magically opened a small wound for her to drink from.

"Two or three sips should do it. I can feel you on the edge of transformation already. Your body will heal quickly."

Her head was swimming. She couldn't process what was happening. None of this made sense.

"But I—"

"Would you rather suck from somewhere else?" He smirked down at her. And there was the old Draco again. He was confusing her even further and she felt unable to think clearly.

She struggled to sit while keeping herself covered in the bloody sheet. Draco leaned over to help her and she averted her eyes from his privates. He seemed to be completely at ease sitting naked and splattered with blood—a vampire in his most natural state, she supposed. He wrapped the sheet around her and over her shoulders so that she remained completely covered, and tenderly propped her up against the wall.

Reeling from the blood loss, she struggled to bring her vision into focus. "If you changed me, I could overpower you and leave."

"Is that why you wanted it? I was going to let you leave anyway, after I…" He looked down at his hands, and back up at her, "I didn't think I would…" He made a sound of disgust and turned away.

Whatwas happening? She felt faint, she couldn't think. There were too many things to process right now, and the price of erring was high. Was this a trap? She felt a swift rush of air, and before she completely understood that Draco had disappeared, he had already returned. Several vials filled with a dark blue liquid were in his hands.

Her head lolled and she looked down at them questioningly.

"Blood-Replenishing Potion."

But, of course, and laced with Veritaserum so she would reveal identities and locations.

"Well played, Malfoy," she slurred.

She'd kill herself before she betrayed anyone. Her vision started to darken and she felt as if she were going to throw up.

"Hermione."

Draco's gray eyes swam in front of her.

"Hermione…" His voice was a caress.

Everything went black.

ooooooooooooo

"Again, Granger? There's no point in pretending that you're still sleeping. The temperature of your blood and the rhythm of your heart beat tell me when you wake."

Hermione opened her eyes to glare up at Draco, who was smirking down at her. She was cradled in his arms and his hard body shifted underneath her. Thankfully, she was still covered by the sheet, but her body was sticky with all of the dried blood. She felt revitalized, which meant that he must have force-fed her the potion while she was passed out.

He was humming, and his fingertips were lightly playing with her hair and massaging her scalp. She shut her eyes, trying to ignore the tingling in her body, and her feelings for him. She couldn't let him mindfuck her. She had to figure out what was happening. Exhaling sharply, she opened her eyes and looked up at him.

"Did you drug me?"

His expression was impassive. "No."

Through it all, he hadn't lied to her yet. Even if he had put Veritaserum in the potion, and told her so, there wasn't anything that she could do about it.

"Ask me something." She wanted to be certain.

"How many times did you come?"

She sat up and turned around to face him.

Still sated, still no fangs. Still smirking.

Truth be told, she had no idea how many times she came, but she had no compulsion to tell him that, which meant that…

It was as if she'd been on a roller coaster that just came to an abrupt halt and sped off in the opposite direction. She studied his eyes, which despite his lecherous smirk, were reflecting the longing she felt towards him.

"You'd honestly let me go?"

His smirk fell and his voice softened.

"You know I would."

God help her, she didn't ever want to leave him.

Hot tears began to sting her eyes. So too, did Draco's become luminescent in their intensity. He looked as if there were several things that he wanted to say to her, but there was no need. She understood him, she always had.

"I wish…" he took a steadying breath, "I wish that things were different for us."

Reaching out from underneath her sheet, she clasped his hand. He looked down, and slowly exhaled. Delicately, he encased her hand in his, taking whatever she would offer.

"I love you too, Draco."

At her admission, he gave a slow, sad smile. She threaded her hand through his hair and brought his head to rest in the crook of her neck.

oooooooooo

Draco was bent over on the floor in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. His body repeatedly shuddered with sobs that he couldn't control, and they echoed off the tiles. The never ending panic and helplessness had taken such a toll on his mental and physical state that he had no control over either, and simply needed release. The tears had long since stopped flowing, but the pain in his chest kept him heaving and retching.

He hadn't heard anybody enter due to the violence of his distress; he had locked the door and glamorized it to look as if there were repairs being made to keep intruders out. Therefore, the feel of a gentle pressure from a small hand on his back surprised him.

He didn't think much about who it was, only that there was another soul with him in his loneliness and desperation. So when the hand slid to his shoulder in an effort to cradle him, he allowed his body to be guided to a kneeling position and he laid his head on a warm robe-covered lap. Wanting to be closer, he wrapped his arms tightly around what felt to be a petite girl. Her warmth added a small amount of comfort to his cold isolation.

She lightly stroked his hair and rubbed his shoulders while he continued sobbing. Just wanting to feel the closeness of someone else, anyone else, he clung to her tightly, digging his fingers into her sides. She hummed an unfamiliar melody, interspersed with the occasional "Sssshhhh." Slowly, slowly, the frequency of his heaving lessened until his breathing took on an almost regular cadence, interspersed with the occasional shuddering gasp for air.

Had Pansy followed him into the boys' loo? He had distanced himself from her lately, along with all his other friends this year.

His eyes felt puffy and they stung, so he rubbed them before looking up. The humming stopped.

Granger.

Sitting on the bench by the bathroom window, her hazel eyes studied him, but the expression on her face was neutral. He was surprised, but too exhausted and defeated to really care about the implications of his enemy seeing him this way. Furthermore, a hit to his reputation paled in comparison to the far worse problems that he was dealing with.

After it appeared that neither would say anything, she again stroked his hair and resumed her humming. Feeling dumbstruck by her quiet acceptance of him, he slowly rested his head back down, nestling into the "V" of her closed legs. Wanting to get closer, he pressed his chest to her knees, and clutched her body tighter.

If this made her uncomfortable, she didn't say anything, and continued comforting him. He closed his eyes and found himself reaching around her slim body, rubbing small patterns on her back and side with his fingers. He was reveling in Granger's presence, her stroking, her humming, and the warmth of her body. And yet his heart still ached. The pressure in his chest was still there, as it had been since he'd been given the mission to kill Dumbledore.

"Draco." Her voice was a whisper, barely disturbing the quiet of their half embrace.

He couldn't tell if she was asking him a question or just saying his name to comfort him.

"Draco," she repeated. His given name sounded foreign coming from her.

He rested his chin on the tops of her thighs and looked up. Her eyes were non-judgmental, sympathetic, and… beautiful.

"If this is what it's doing to you," she said as she delicately pushed aside his fringe, "you're on the wrong side."

He was so exhausted that he felt numb and his eyes closed of their own accord.

"I know," he mumbled.

She cupped his cheek and he leaned into her soft, warm palm.

"Please. Come to us. Talk with Dumbledore."

His throat was dry and hurt from crying and retching. He shook his head.

"Can't," he rasped.

Hermione brushed his cheek with her thumb. He felt a slight residue from his dried tears flake away. She caressed his cheek back and forth lightly, watching the movement. The pad of her thumb travelled over his upper and then lower lip. She pressed her thumb into the soft crease, rubbed it, and then returned to caressing his cheek.

He felt shaken from the intimacy of her gesture and wished that she would do it again. He looked up at her, and her eyes widened in surprise at what she saw in his. She withdrew her hand. It was shaking. Not wanting her to stop touching him, he tightened his grip around her waist.

She stammered, "If - if you're worried about the rest of the—"

There were only two people that he gave a fuck about.

"My parents," he croaked.

She looked at him questioningly. He lay his head back down on her lap. The pain in his chest was beginning to swell again. He shut his eyes tight and squeezed her, causing her to gasp.

"He'll kill us all," his voice was barely a whisper.

At voicing the threat which had been hanging over the Malfoy family since the school year started, and the consequence for failure of an assignment that he was solely responsible for, he found his panic returning. His world was crumbling apart and there wasn't anything that he could do. Everything was out of his control. He ground his teeth together and unwittingly crushed Hermione in his arms. He just wanted to feel something besides despair, to hold onto something so that he wouldn't be so lonely in this cage constructed for him by the Dark Lord.

"Aaah! Malfoy, that hurts!" she protested.

Immediately, he released her waist and crawled up her body. Hermione's eyes widened.

"Draco?" she said, trying to discern his intentions. "What are you doing?"

He gripped the bench, raising himself, grabbed her upper arm with his other hand, completely encircling it with his fingers; he released the bench and laced his fingers into her hair. With a quick intake of breath she gave a panicked glance to his lips.

"Draco?" she whispered. "Draco?" But her eyes were dark and her breathing came in erratic pants. She wanted it, too.

He tilted her face up to his, and before she could say anything else, his mouth descended on hers. She didn't move at first, but when her disbelief melted into responsiveness, warmth encompassed him. He pressed the softness of her body against his and she let out a whimper.

He prodded her mouth open with his tongue, pressing and pushing, doing all he could to feel her hot, wet mouth. Massaging, and probing, she in turn explored his mouth, tasting him. He sucked on her bottom lip and she gasped after he nipped her. His head was a whirlwind from the sensations he felt in his body. Releasing her lips, he continued his assault on her neck with increasing passion. Desire completely overcame him, and he pushed her down on the bench and covered his body with his, reveling in the feel of her. She was so soft and warm.

He felt her hands thread through his hair and grip the back of his neck and he let out a gruff moan. Reaching down, she snuck her hands up his shirt to feel his skin, digging her fingers into his flesh. He needed her, needed the contact. Panting, he roughly pried her robes open and worked on the buttons of her blouse.

She ran her hands over his chest and shoulders, trying to bring him closer to her. The hot tightening in his abdomen spread and he pried her legs apart, grinding his erection against the junction of her thighs.

Warm. She was so warm there.

"Draco, wait…" she whispered huskily, and moaned, spurring him on.

She panted and he grabbed her thigh, moving his hand upwards under her skirt and towards her bum. She tried to protest, but he covered her mouth with his. His tongue was inside her again, his mouth devouring her hungrily. All he could think about was being inside her, touching her, feeling her, and he craved her touch in turn. He rocked his pelvis into hers with a steady rhythm that he replicated with his tongue gliding in and out of her mouth.

"Draco," she whispered, pulling away, "It's too fast, we have to stop."

He heard her voice, but her protest didn't register. He needed to feel. He needed human contact. Her breasts were soft and she writhed and whimpered when he squeezed them. His fingers reached down again to her bum wriggling under her knickers and he dug in to the flesh. His thumb wrapped around her thigh and probed for the source of her wetness.

"Aaah! No!"

All he heard was her cry. His kiss intensified and the thrusts of his pelvis became more forceful. His left hand cupped her bum under her skirt, and moved it so that her core would rub against his erection. Every rub sent a jolt of pleasure through his body. He felt hot and full of tension all over. His right hand began to pull on her knickers. He didn't care if he ripped them off of her. He wanted her, now.

Suddenly, his head flew to the side and his cheek stung with pain. He froze, and blinked, clearing his vision. He looked down at Hermione below him, rubbing the hand she had slapped him with. Her hair was spread out, she was holding her breath, her lips were swollen, and she was watching him, eyes full of lust and apprehension.

"S-sorry," he said, and blinked again. Her expression turned to one of relief and she straightened her knickers. He backed up slowly, sat on the bench beside her, and ran a hand through his hair.

He held out his hand to her. Warily, she took it and he pulled her up to a sitting position as well.

"It's too fast," she exclaimed breathlessly.

Draco bent over and held his head in his hands. "I didn't mean to… Hermione… I'm sorry."

They had passed the need for pretenses the moment she chose to stay in the bathroom after discovering him. After a pause in which the only sound was the dripping of a leaky faucet, he looked at her out of the corner of his eye and added, "For everything," and looked down at his feet again.

Another pause, and he heard her voice catch in her throat before she answered, "Thank you."

He turned his head and watched her re-button her blouse. She met his eyes, blushed, and looked to the side.

He motioned to her lap. "Can I…"

Wordlessly, she nodded, and he lay down on the bench in a fetal position, resting his head on her lap. He closed his eyes and let his arm hang over her knees. Still wanting to touch her, he lazily caressed her shins, but allowed himself to go no further, much as he craved her.

They both were silent and again all he could hear was the leaky faucet, and the sounds of their breathing, now deep and even. He felt her fingers return to his hair and he sighed. He wished that the two of them could be someplace else.

"Draco, when you're ready, come to us. I'll be there for you. Don't forget that."

oooooooooooo

"Come on, Granger, let's get you out of here. Sunrise is in two and a half hours. They'll be here before then to pick you up, and I..." His voice caught and he looked at her from under his fringe. "I don't know how much longer I can be around you…"

Her eyes flickered down to his nakedness. Still limp. For now.

He stood, and still holding her hand, pulled her to a standing position. He exhaled and a quick blast of wind told her that that he had just used Scourgify on them both.

The display of his magic reminded her of what she was missing.

"Where's my wand?"

At her question, she saw his mouth flatten into a line of reluctant acceptance. She was no longer interested in becoming a vampire. He couldn't blame her.

"I don't have it. I'm sorry."

He eyed the bloody sheet wrapped around her body.

"What do you usually wear?"

Hermione looked down and thought a bit. "Something black or grey… form-fitting, but not restricting. Not shiny. I need to be unseen."

"Hmm…" Draco tapped his chin, chuckling despite himself.

Hermione narrowed her eyes, "Maybe I'd be better off with the sheet."

But when the transfiguration of the bed linen was complete, she looked down to see the short-sleeved blouse, skirt, knee socks and shoes of the Hogwarts uniform.

She laughed.

Draco motioned with his finger and Hermione twirled around as he assessed his work. "It looks strange on you."

"How so?" Hermoine asked, still smiling.

His eyes were boring into her. "You're not a girl anymore."

She swallowed. And he was no boy.

"Draco?" Her voice lowered at his proximity.

"Hmm?" His fingers were caressing the skin of her arms and she shivered.

"What will they do to you?" If he was letting her go, they would know. What would he do? Her heart went out to him. Even after all this time, was he still trapped?

"Nothing. I'm leaving. They won't be able to find me."

She felt giddy and she smiled. Was he finally joining them?

"What about…" she raised her eyebrows and looked around the room.

"The Manor will lock itself up to outsiders. I have no use for it anymore." He gave her a half grin. "You've probably had enough of my blood to be identified as a Malfoy at this point. You want it?" he asked, gesturing to the room broadly, "It's yours."

Not knowing quite how to answer such an offer, she remained silent.

He brought his eyes back to hers, gave a wistful sigh and asked, "Where to?"

She looked down at her uniform. "Actually… Hogwarts will do, we have ways of getting to headquarters from—"

She almost fell over at the sudden nausea caused by side-along Apparition. Draco righted her, and she breathed in the fresh night air, trying to rid herself of the stomach ache. He had demonstrated his power to her before, but his speed and ability to perform magic just by thinking still caught her unawares.

Looking up and to her left, she saw the lights of the castle that had been her home away from home for so many years. They were near the Forbidden Forest. Draco, in his pale, inhuman nakedness, looked as if he truly belonged there. A feeling of dread formed a pit in her stomach.

"Draco?" Her voice shook slightly.

He turned to her, a despondent expression on his face.

"Are you… you're not coming with me, are you?"

"If I could control…" He clenched his jaw and closed his eyes. "No, I think not."

Her stomach churned and tears pricked her eyes. "Draco, we'd work with you. You'd be a great asset with your abilities. The Order would work around your… limitations."

He smiled sadly down at her and stroked her hair. "With all that blood during raids? You'd be dueling Death Eaters while I ate and fucked the person nearest to me—friend or enemy. I'd be a liability."

He tensed and leaned back, slightly away from her.

"In fact," he said, his voice tight, "I don't know how much time I have left with you before I… before I do something we both regret."

"But what if you fed and," she looked to the ground, "you know… beforehand?" She looked up at him again.

"I fed before you woke tonight...and still I…" He shook his head. "I would kill you," he said, while inhaling her scent. He closed his eyes briefly and continued, "and I'd enjoy it immensely."

She fingered the tie around her blouse and noticed that it was the green and silver of the Slytherin house.

"What's-"

"Something to remember me by," he whispered with a smile, "and to fuck with your friends."

She laughed, sniffled to try and keep from crying, and then gave up, allowing a few hot tears to spill down her cheeks. He drew her in close to embrace her.

"But now you're free, after all this time," her voice cracked slightly and the rough pad of his thumb wiped away her tears. "Draco, I don't want to lose you."

His voice was a low rumble in her ear, "Hermione, I've wished I was with you every night of my existence, but I just… can't."

He gently cupped her face and leaned in towards her, wavering. She closed her eyes and silent tears trickled down her cheeks. After a few seconds of the cold, night air causing the paths of her tears to chill, he lightly brushed his mouth against hers. Her lips parted when she felt his tongue tentatively prod it open and his fingers gently caress the skin of her throat. She shivered, and felt despair. Her body trembled with the sobs that she refused to let out. She felt desperate; he was going to leave. She reached up to draw him closer and deepen the kiss, but he pulled away with a whimper.

He was panting, and his fangs were out.

"I'm sorry, Hermione. I can't."

She felt panicky. "Draco! Please, wait! We haven't even considered…"

So quickly that she couldn't see, he reappeared roughly ten feet away in the thick of the trees, grey eyes gleaming out at her, ferocious in their intensity.

She started towards him and he spoke with a choked cry, "No, don't! Stay there!"

She backed up, fearful, but she didn't want to lose him, "Draco, wait-"

In a barely controlled growl, he cut her off. "Hermione… win the war."

And before she could blink, he was gone in a rustle of the trees.

Fin.

Chapter End Notes:

Aaaaand... that's the end of the story.

Seriously, I thought that this is how it should end, it's more realistic (in a world of magic and vampires, lol) but since that would make everyone unhappy, I've made an alternate ending. Coming soon...
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