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They All Taste the Same	By : pomerann Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 22355 -:- 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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*sound of tape rewinding*

back at the Manor...

Chapter 4 - Alternate ending

"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 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. It wasn't a lifestyle he would wish on anyone, least of all Hermione, but he had hoped. And yet, he knew it was better this way.

"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 at herself, seemingly in thought, but ignored his question.

"Draco, what will they do with you?"

"Nothing," he answered. "I'm leaving; they won't find me."

"Where to?"

He looked out the window and into the night.

"It doesn't really matter. Anywhere I can hunt."

"People?" she asked.

"People taste better than animals, wizards taste better than Muggles. You…" he gave her a feral smile, "taste better than anyone I've ever had."

She raised an eyebrow. "So a Mudblood tastes better than a pureblood?"

"Mudbloods, purebloods, half-bloods, they all taste the same. Really, Hermione, do you want to talk politics at a time like this?"

Hermione furrowed her brow.

"I'm just thinking."

She bit her lip and saw that Draco was staring at her mouth.

"Would you come with me, then? You'd be an incredible asset with your strength, intelligence, power, and—"

"Hermione," he cut her off, "I'd kill you and enjoy it immensely. You've witnessed first-hand how hard it is to control myself, especially around you."

"But what if we could keep your needs in check?"

He crossed his arms in front of his chest. "And how do you propose to do that?"

There was a pause while she stared up at him, weighing the advantages, weighing the consequences. Forgoing her human life would be a sacrifice, but the two of them would make for a most powerful weapon indeed. Together, they could win. It would all be over.

"We could hunt together… hunt animals, that is-" Draco made a face of disgust, but as he realized the implication of her suggestion in its entirety, his eyes widened, and his body tensed.

"- and while out hunting, we could…"

He bent over, almost falling to the floor from the exertion of trying to control himself. "Fuck," he whimpered, as his fangs extended.

"Well, yes," she continued, watching him with a small, devious smile, "and we could restrain ourselves with silver if needed. We haven't even considered the possibilities from working with potions. Draco, we can make this work, we can—"

"No, stay over there," he panted. "Just the thought of you…" he visibly shuddered, and continued. "Listen. Hermione. You wouldn't be able to live with your friends. You couldn't have children. No more daylight. Ever. And you couldn't even be with people unless you had fed and…and…" he whimpered and turned around so he wouldn't be facing her.

"Draco…" she called him, lowering her voice seductively.

His voice came out in a threatening rumble, but he refused to turn around. "I have to get away from you, and you have to leave before they come. I can't-—"

She dropped the sheet and it fluttered the ground around her.

With a growl, he reared on her with his fangs bared. His eyes raked in her naked form and she could see his muscles contract as he restrained himself from approaching her. Slowly, she walked towards him. He snarled and backed up against the wall.

"Wait," he rasped, the human in him still trying to convince her otherwise.

Calmly, she picked up the letter opener and closed the space between them. His gray eyes were filled with lust, hunger and fear, flicking between the letter opener, her throat, and back up to her eyes. Tentatively, she reached out and touched his fangs with her fingertips. He opened his mouth with a shuddering gasp.

"Give it to me," she whispered.

"Hermione…," he was trembling now. "Please… don't…"

Draco sucked in a shaky breath as she slowly made an incision across his neck and chest. He leaned his head back against the wall and squeezed his eyes shut, shaking as the skin of her breasts, stomach and legs came into contact with his. He brought his arms up to hold her, clenched his hands in the air, and threw his fists back, denting the wall.

Hermione wrapped her arms around his rigid form, holding on as tight as she could, lowered her mouth to the incision, and sucked. Suddenly, the wind was knocked out of her as they crashed to the floor, rolling in a violent embrace.

She held on for dear life, drinking as much as she could. Hermione started to feel small changes in her body, but she didn't stop. Suddenly gasping with surprise, she felt her fangs protrude for the first time. She threw her head back, screamed like a banshee, and sank her teeth into Draco's flesh.

oooooooooo

The room was a disaster. It was a mess of upturned furniture, broken glass, torn carpet and other fabrics. The chandelier was reduced to broken shards in the middle of the room, and blood was splattered all over the place. Pieces of floorboard were ripped open, and there were several holes in the walls. Draco peered up at the ceiling where the chandelier should have been. He didn't remember being up there; how had they managed to do that?

He was naked, sitting against the wall, and purring contentedly. Hermione, equally bare, was lying on the floor, legs stretched out languidly, and resting her head on his lap. He played with a curl of her hair and drew patterns in the blood splattered on her skin.

"How much longer until sunrise?" she asked.

"About a half hour; you'll start to feel it instinctively soon enough."

"Shouldn't we worry about finding a place to hide and rest? They'll be wondering why Goyle hasn't returned with me."

He glanced over at the mangled corpse in the middle of the room with disinterest.

"There's no rush; it's still night in the United States."

She rose up to stare at him in amazement and his hands fell from her limply.

"You can Apparate to North America?"

"We can Apparate to the dark side of the moon if we wanted."

"Bollocks!" she said disbelievingly.

He pinched her nipple roughly and smirked when she bit her lip with a grunt.

"I've done it."

Hermione said incredulously, "But how did you know you could? You might have killed yourself trying."

He gazed back at her, unblinking, and her lips parted in comprehension.

"Oh."

"I was reckless. I didn't care. But, once there…it brought me some peace. It's quiet there, desolate… No Death Eaters, no screaming, no torture, no blood. The view of the earth is even more phenomenal than you can imagine. Although…" he said huskily, contemplating her, "there are far more beautiful sights right here."

She smiled warmly at him, and licked some blood off of his chin. It was Goyle's. He wrapped an arm around her and she nuzzled his neck.

"So we don't have to rest?" she queried.

"We do, but it's possible to go a day or so without. I think that recent events preclude the need for an early bedtime," he said, tugging on a curl playfully.

Hermione furrowed her brows. "Can I send a Patronus from here, or is the manor being watched? I'll need to let the Order know that I'm fine, and I'll be back by sunset."

"I wouldn't recommend it, no. We'll go someplace else." He raised an eyebrow. "How about the sunset after next?"

She pondered this for a moment before smiling devilishly at him, "If you can catch me."

Quick as the wind, she jumped up, ran, leapt off of the third floor balcony and disappeared into the night.

Stretching his limbs and yawning, Draco stood up and leisurely walked out onto the porch. He scratched his torso and sniffed the air around him.

Easy.

He cracked a smile. She still had a lot to learn, but he would have fun teaching her.

Chapter End Notes:

THIS STORY HASN'T ENDED YET! - I noticed on this site and others that there is a huge drop off in readers between this chapter and the next, and wondered if it could be due to people not realizing that this story continues on.

And that's the alternate ending! Happy endings seem so much happier when they're contrasted with what might have been.

So I'm curious, what did you guys think? Which ending fitted the story better? Which one did you like better? (maybe you have the same answer for both, maybe they're different) Is it fun reading a story with multiple endings or is it just a gimmick? (because I really liked writing both endings, it's like getting my cake and eating it too. I thought this story was befitting of a tragic ending, but I wanted the two to be together)

Did the alternate ending even fit? Or did the mood change too abruptly from the rest of the story?

Thanks to everyone that reviewed, I love hearing everyones thoughts. What they liked, what they didn't like, etc. I really appreciate those that take the time to express how they feel.

In any case, a big thanks to my betas, gryffindorslytherin and auntlynnie, for doing such a great job in going through my writing with a fine toothed comb. You guys are great.
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