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Vampire	By : straightlyconfused Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 12535 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Three: Denial

Friday

Denial is a funny thing. We spend hundreds and hundreds of dollars trying to make sure we don’t live in denial – therapists, self-help books, motivation speakers, ‘change your life’ movies or tv shows – but what we don’t realize is that while we are spending our hundreds of dollars to make sure we don’t live in denial, we probably spend more – thousands – to make sure we stay there. We deny a lot – our feelings, our origins, our genetics, our memories – and sometimes this isn’t healthy but sometimes, to embrace what we try so hard to deny, is the unhealthiest option of all.

Ginny’s apartment was very different to Hermione’s. Where Hermione’s apartment was coloured in whites, crèmes and pale yellows, Ginny’s apartment was coloured in more earthy tones giving the space a heated kind of feel.

Ginny had brought the apartment the moment she’d graduated from Hogwarts. At the time of the war, as Harry Potter’s girlfriend, she’d fallen under a lot of media attention – she’d done enough interviews to raise the money to buy her place then she’d stopped.

Things between Harry and Ginny hadn’t lasted – there was too much baggage. So Harry had left England, taking Ron with him, and the two of them now played major league Quidditch in America. They’d made it big over there. Ginny had gotten a job working for to Ministry on a committee that created and tested new spells – her strength – and now liked to go out on the weekend looking for ‘Mister Right Now’. Hermione believed it was a phase.

This evening though, Hermione sat on Ginny’s couch, still in her work outfit having come straight from the office, nursing a muggle style vodka and soda on ice.

“So you just ran?” Ginny asked her.

“What else was I supposed to do Gin?! I’d completely lost my head allowing that to happen in the first place and then I was caught out! I could lose my job!” Hermione babbled.

“I doubt it” Ginny disagreed, “If Malfoy requested you as his case worker then I doubt he’s doing to let an assistant get you fired”

“Maybe getting me fired was his plan all along?” Hermione shot back.

Ginny sighed and took a swig from her drink.

“I love you ‘Mione but at some point you have to stop trying to make Malfoy the bad guy”

“Death Eater Gin” Hermione sing-songed back at her.

“Who turned spy for the Order! You were the one who harped on at us about second chances when he did it!”

“I believe I was misguided” Hermione grumbled.

Ginny laughed, “Or you’re frightened of what his interest in you means and you’re desperately trying to turn him into the villain so Saint Hermione doesn’t have to even consider him”

Hermione’s response was to throw a cushion at Ginny and scowl.

“Hey! You almost got my drink!” Ginny laughed further.

Hermione gave no response, she just took another sip of her vodka soda.

“Cheer up sour puss” Ginny finally sighed, “How about this? We’ll get dressed, go and fetch Lavender and owl some of the other girls and we’ll do something”

“I don’t want to go out drinking Gin” Hermione groaned.

Ginny shook her head, “We won’t. We’ll do something else, something cool”

Xxxxx

Hermione and Ginny apparated into the lobby of Hermione’s apartment – the both of them wincing slightly.

“Ugh – alcohol and apparition – not a good – ugh – mix” Ginny spoke, slowly.

As part of the security in Hermione’s building everyone had to apparate into the building’s lobby and either take the stairs or the elevator to their level. So, in conjunction with the rules, the two girls piled into the elevator as Hermione pressed the button for level 13.

As they entered the apartment, Hermione moved straight to her wardrobe and pulled out a pair of skinny jeans and a pale pink cashmere sweater. Ginny tossed a pair of heeled grey ankle boots to her and, while Hermione changed, moved into the living room to floo Lavender.

The two girls had owled Luna who had replied suggesting a late night picnic over at her house in Ottery St Catch Pole. The area was beautiful and decorated with lots of scattered fairy lights as Luna and her father did a lot of work outside at night. On this particular night, Xenophilius Lovegood was in Australia on one of his exploration trips so Luna was home alone.

Ginny appeared back at the door,

“Lav’s in so when you’re ready we’ll go and get her. She said Theo wants a word with you too”

Hermione rolled her eyes, “Three guesses what that’s about”

“I think you mean who that’s about” Ginny laughed.

With a quick glance in the mirror, Hermione undid the bun containing her mass of silky curls, tousled them and then turned to her friend,

“I’m ready”

Xxxxx

Theodore Nott sat in the living room of the townhouse he shared with his girlfriend Lavender staring at the Dark Mark etched into the skin of his forearm. It was a stupid mistake of a stupid boy and he regretted it every single day. The war had forced a lot of people to do and say a lot of stupid things but not everyone had to live with a daily reminder of it.

There was only one positive thing that had happened to Theo during the war- Lavender. One night, on a raid, Theo had found a terrified Lavender hiding just outside a small muggle village. He didn’t know why but he protected her, hid her and, at some point, fell in love with her. So now, living together and whatever came next was just the natural progression of things.

A knock on the front door sounded and Lavender called out,

“That’ll be the girls”

She raced past him to get the door and welcomed them inside. All three were dressed very similar – jeans but heels.

“Where are you girls going exactly?” he asked.

Lavender smiled, “We’re just going to the Lovegood's sweetie, we’re having a picnic”

He loved her, Theo thought, when she smiled at him, his entire being lightened – she was intoxicating.

“How cute” he chuckled, “Hermione, may I speak with you first?”

He indicated towards the kitchen ad Hermione nodded, following him. They sat at the kitchen table, facing each other so they could talk.

“Hermione I’m sorry” Theo began, “The word was you raced out of Draco’s office this afternoon very distressed. That’s my fault – I shouldn’t have left but by level 7, well, I figured you’d be fine”

Hermione had taken a hold of the salt shaker placed in the centre of the table and was rolling it between her hands,

“Its not your fault Theo. You were so good today to do for me what you did”

“Its my fault. His feelings for you are so strong – it’s a Vampire thing. He wants you but he’s lost the human fear of rejection – it makes him a bit of a pain actually”

“What I don’t understand Theo is, why me?”

Theo stared at her for a moment, just stared at her so Hermione nervously poured some salt into the palm of her hand and played with it awkwardly.

“What?!” she finally asked him.

Theo shook his head and tried not to laugh,

“Hermione you’re very attractive. Any guy can see that, it’s just that on top of that you’re smart, independent, brave and loyal – all qualities that Draco admires”

“Plenty of girls have those qualities” Hermione argued.

“They do” Theo agreed, “but Draco hasn’t fixated on ‘plenty of girls’. He’s fixated on you”

Hermione sighed. Theo wasn’t really answering her question and it was frustrating her.

“Well what do I do?” she asked, trying again.

He shrugged, “Whatever you want to I guess. Draco’s made it pretty clear he wants you but it’s a two way street – you’ve got to want him too. But Hermione, be careful, he’s very powerful”

Hearing this, Hermione smiled. In a move she knew was a completely show off move, she threw the grains of salt into the air. Theo watched as they froze in the air and slowly began to glow different colours. The grains begun to float around his head, swirling and twisting.

“Hermione are you doing this?” Theo asked, amazed.

Slowly, utensils spread all around the kitchen floated up into the air clattering and clanging.

Hermione nodded.

“Your wand is in the other room” Theo said.

She nodded again.

“I didn’t waste a moment of time at Beaumont” she told him, “I studied with some brilliant professors who taught me the magic lies within us and not our wands, which are purely a utensil to help channel that power”

She smiled and the kitchen’s things returned to their usual spots while the salt grains returned to white and flew into the bin.

“I can handle Draco Malfoy” she told him.

Xxxxx

Luna had set up a large rug on the small hill outside her home. All around them fairy lights hung from trees and bushes. Lavender had brought several bottles of elf wine while Angelina and Fleur had brought snacks.

The girls all lay, spread out on the rug, talking about things, anything.

“George is up at 4am every morning” Angelina complained, “He’s like a child - full of energy. I can’t keep up”

Lavender snickered while Angelina blushed,

“I didn’t mean – “ she sighed.

“Suuuuuure” Lavender giggled.

Hermione enjoyed these times spent with the girls. Sure, Angelina spent a lot of time talking about married life and Fleur was always going on about her new baby daughter Victoire, but Hermione loved the feel of the support network all these girls provided. Hermione assumed it was an only child thing – growing up without siblings meant she had never known what it was like to have that ‘sisters’ type bond. Harry and Ron were, of course, her oldest and dearest friends but they were boys and boys were different.

Luna popped the cork out of the second bottle of wine for the night and all the girls cheered. No one was drunk but it was nice to relax, kick back and take a breath. It was here, out in the fresh open air, that Hermione could finally begin to consider the problem that was Draco Malfoy.

In the past, Hermione’s previous taste in guys was the complete opposite of everything Draco Malfoy stood for. Hermione always found herself attracted to the guy who were the ‘quiet types’ – they didn’t call the shots, understood she was a very busy person and, also, didn’t really challenge her. Ginny called them submissive and told Hermione that was why she never went past more then two dates with them – they were boring, hand no physical appeal and didn’t compliment Hermione’s personality at all, they were too safe.

Draco Malfoy, on the other hand, was the complete opposite of all that. He was anything but the ‘quiet type’, he was domineering and expected to receive whatever he chose to want and he always challenged Hermione, he always had, sometimes to the brink of insanity. Not to mention, he was now dangerous, the man had willingly been turned into a vampire for Merlin’s sake.

Back at Beaumont, when Hermione had been writing her thesis on Vampires, she’d met this woman, Natalie-Jane. She was a quiet girl and very polite. One night, Natalie had been walking home from the bar where she worked and she’d come across this man standing in the middle of the pathway. She’d known instantly that he was a Vampire, it was instinct she guessed. The Vampire, Brendon, had told her he didn’t want to hurt her but he’d seen her and she was so beautiful.

The day Natalie-Jane had spoken to Hermione her arms were covered in bruises. Natalie had explained to her that Brendon was a bit rough in the bedroom but he never meant to hurt her and it was Natalie’s choice not to heal herself. Hermione assumed this was true as Natalie was a fully capable witch. She told Hermione after that night, outside the bar, that her fate had been sealed. She believed Brendon was her soul mate and claimed he’d sought her out with an instinct of his own – he’d just known he was supposed to be with Natalie. They were deliriously happy. Natalie had claimed, which is why she’d spoken to Hermione, because human and Vampire relationships had caught a bad rap and they weren’t always the disasters humans made them out to be.

“Ah ‘Mione?”

Luna brought Hermione crashing back to reality as she looked around to find all the girls watching her.

“Where did you go?” Luna asked her, “That’s the 4^th time I’ve called your name”

“Sorry Luna” Hermione sighed, “I got stuck on a train of thought. What were we talking about?”

She raised her wine glass and took a sip as Lavender tried to restrain a giggle.

“We were talking about the fact that Draco Malfoy is down at the beginning of my path to the house requesting to see you”

“What?”

Xxxxx

Sure enough there he was, waiting expectantly. He was obviously trying to be polite to Luna as nothing stopped him from entering her property as a Vampire except common courtesy.

She started down the small hill, walking towards him. He was watching her as she approached and Hermione’s thoughts couldn’t help flying back to Natalie-Jane as Hermione wondered just what she was walking towards.
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