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BITE:me	By : CallMeJellybean Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 2803 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"Late, Ms. Granger?" Snape drawled as if he sensed that she was off snogging his godson. "Ten points from Gryffindor; perhaps I will consider not deducting more if you can manage to get Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley to finish on time." Hermione ducked her head and tried to ignore the obvious stares that followed her as she took her seat between her friends.

"Hey, 'Mione, where were you? You've never been late before…" Harry inquired concernedly.

"I just got caught up with something." Hermione mumbled in reply, taking stock of the feeble beginnings of the potion they were supposed to be brewing.

"Hermione!" Ron whispered furiously. "I told you what was going on when I started with Lavender. If it wasn't for your help, I wouldn't have her now and I'd still be miserable thinking about..." Ron trailed off, but continued with, "It's just not fair for you not to tell me!"

"Yeah," Harry agreed, chiming in to back up Ron. "You were the first person to notice something was off when Luna and I were fighting. If it hadn't been for you poking and prodding at me to tell you what was up, I would have fucked it all up and then I would have lost one of my best friends." Ron made a gagging sound at Harry's heartfelt words and the Boy-Who-Lived rolled his eyes. "Ron, she was the first one I came out to..."

"I still don't get why you didn't tell us first." Ron responded in a surly voice.

"I didn't know what to say. She helped me figure it out, that's what best friends do." Harry said returning to Hermione. "Come on, 'Mione, it's about time you let us in."

Hermione sighed and looked at Harry with pleading eyes. "I promise, Harry, I will tell both of you everything later, but right now there is a potion we need to finish by the end of class and from the look of things, you two won't be much help. I know it doesn't make sense, but I'm actually a little better right now. Just leave it alone for now, please?"

Harry had to admit that there was a hopeful glint in Hermione's eyes that hadn't been there before and he was glad of that at least. He nodded to his friend and agreed to let the subject be. Hermione actually smiled at him, a real smile, and then turned back to perfecting the potion they had been assigned.

Draco counted himself lucky that no one had seen him slink in. One of the perks of being a vampire–it is easy to hide one's self. The Slytherin crept his way into the classroom, keeping to the shadows and sat down gracefully next to Pansy. His partner didn't even notice him sitting there until she looked up and nearly jumped out of her skin.

"Draco! Don't sneak up on me like that!" Pansy hissed, her harsh voice contrasting with the way her hands tenderly dropped the dragon scales into the simmering brew.

"Sorry, luv. Came in late and didn't want to be noticed." Draco said coolly.

"What were you doing?"

Draco grinned ruefully. "I was making reservations for dinner." He said cryptically.

"Blaise was here on time and you weren't talking to me… Did you find another donor?"

"Not quite." Draco added the finely chopped ginger root, careful as ever, his vampirism making his ministrations quick and extremely precise. Draco's face remained nonchalant as the sound of Pansy's potions knife hitting the floor.

"No… no way…" she breathed.

"Yes way." Draco said matter-of-factly, sitting back and allowing the potion to cool properly.

"Who is it?" Pansy inquired.

"I–"

"Done already, Mr. Malfoy?" Snape loomed over the pair smirking, having successfully interrupted the conversation at what he was sure was a crucial point, judging by the look on Pansy's face.

"Simply letting it cool, professor," Draco said calmly. Snape eyed him curiously.

"You are… letting it cool?" he reiterated.

"Yes." Draco replied, beginning to get a bit confused.

"Ten points from Slytherin for not reading the instructions." Snape said, almost disbelievingly. "This potion only seems easily brewed," Snape informed his students. "But if one read the board, one would see that constant attention and stirring is required, even as it cools. If one lets the mixture simply sit, it becomes a paste and the two main ingredients can no longer be added, making it useless. I thought surely that a Malfoy could manage to brew a simply cleanser, perhaps I thought wrong." Snape walked away from their table, his robes billowing behind him.

Draco buried his face in his hands, not even bothering to look around to check if anyone had heard him being chastised for such a ridiculous mistake. Potions was his best subject! He was a Malfoy, wasn't he? His godfather's words had struck a nerve and they reverberated in his head.

I thought surely that a Malfoy could manage to brew a simply cleanser, perhaps I thought wrong.

A Malfoy… a Malfoy certainly could have managed that. Why couldn't Draco? He wanted to say that it was because he was distracted by his mate, all the excitement, talking to Pansy, it was all so much, he simply overlooked part of the instructions. But another part of him said different. A small voice inside him hissed angrily, "It's because you're not a Malfoy anymore."

What had happened to him? Wasn't he still a Malfoy?

A Malfoy was strong, they were steadfast. Draco was nothing if not both of those. A Malfoy always kept a cool head; never let their emotions show… A Malfoy did not beg. A Malfoy was always the best. A Malfoy was never wrong. Draco had admitted to being wrong just today to a mud–to Gra–to Hermione. Draco couldn't even think of her as anything but Hermione. To think of her as anything else was insulting and he couldn't insult her, he just couldn't. The vampire in him wouldn't let him. Damn it, the vampire in him wouldn't let him think straight. He was still the same Draco Malfoy, wasn't he? But a Malfoy doesn't beg… A Malfoy does not care… A Malfoy does not care about mudbloods. And Draco did beg for Hermione, he did care. And Hermione was a… she was one of them.

Hadn't he said that it didn't matter to him that she was muggleborn?

But was that Malfoy or Draco talking?

What was the difference?

Confused and angry Draco fled the classroom, leaving a concerned Pansy and a baffled Potions Professor behind.

Hermione happily finished the potion, taking time to measure out every ingredient properly and stirring it the proper amount. Pleased with her work, the brunette bottled it and labeled it just in time for the end of the period.

"I'll meet you guys in Care of Magical creatures, I have Arithmancy and Ancient Runes…" Hermione said, cringing at the sound of their groans. Still, she was safe around Snape's desk and they were being swept away by the crowd.

"We WILL talk later!" she heard Ron shout over the din as he and Harry reluctantly exited with the rest of the class.

With a sigh, Hermione placed her perfectly brewed cleanser on the professor's desk and made to leave behind the rest of her classmates; a voice stopped her.

"Miss Granger, may I have a word with you?" Severus Snape drawled.

"I have to get across the castle to Arithmancy in only five minutes, sir." Hermione hesitated.

"I can write you a pass, girl. Sit down." The Potions Master instructed and the Gryffindor obeyed.

"I may not appear the most sensitive person out there, but I am very perceptive." Snape paused. "What exactly are you doing with my godson?" Hermione gaped at her professor.

"Excuse.. me–what? Err, nothing, I… what?" Hermione stammered causing her professor to scoff at her.

"Don't stutter, girl, it is unbecoming of someone so well educated. Now, I know that something is going on with my godson, and considering recent events I can't just tell you what I believe to be happening as it might turn out that you aren't privy to all the information I think you may be." Snape explained, though it left Hermione still somewhat confused.

"Now be quick about it and tell me what's going on between you and Draco." Snape ordered.

"Nothing really… I just… well…" Hermione shifted uncomfortably.

"No," Snape breathed. "It couldn't be…"

"What?" Hermione asked, hoping to all things sacred that he wasn't thinking what she thought he was thinking…

"You are aware of what Draco is, are you not?" Snape inquired in a low voice.

"He's… a vampire." Hermione volunteered cautiously.

"Indeed. You are well informed of these creatures, Miss Granger." It was a statement, not a question and Hermione knew it.

"Yes." Hermione admitted.

"You know of their… personal habits." Snape commented.

"Professor Snape," Hermione started, but was interrupted by her superior.

"Has he drunk from you yet?"

Hermione's face showed her blatant surprise at the question, she blushed furiously, remembering that night and knowing she had to tell the truth. "Yes." She whispered. Her face burned and she swore she could feel those burning onyx eyes boring a hole in her downcast head.

"Tell me what happened; everything. Spare no detail, Miss Granger." Snape instructed. Hermione wanted nothing more than to leave, but she knew that her professor was looking out for his godson, and he knew that Draco was a vampire! How many other people knew? Certainly as few as possible, that information had to be most classified. Hermione wouldn't be able to talk to anyone else about this… Severus Snape had a right to know in any case. Taking a deep breath, Hermione opened her mouth to recount the night that Draco Malfoy had recognized her as his mate.

"I saw him get up and storm away from the Slytherin table near the end of the welcoming feast. I don't know exactly why I followed him, I just remember feeling compelled to do so, as if a little part of my brain turned on and suggested that he needed me to be there when he was done doing whatever it was he was going to go do.

"I followed him out to the quidditch pitch, wondering the entire time why I was following him and whether or not I should just turn back. And then..." Hermione paused as the image of Draco's bare chest flooded her mind again causing her blood to run a little warmer, her heart to beat a little faster. "Then I watched as he, um, took off his shirt and two beautiful wings came out of his back. Immediately, I started running through the list of magical creatures I knew that could have wings. I watched him take off, watched the way he moved and seemed to find utter peace and joy in the air, just flying. I was mesmerized by him. My list had narrowed down quite a bit after all this pondering. He hadn't been seen on the train, his skin was incredibly pale, as if he never saw the sun, his wings were not feathered nor scaled, he had no markings on his skin and he hadn't seemed to eat anything at dinner. The longer I watched him, the surer I was that he was indeed a vampire.

"I had intended to turn back, but as I was about to, he touched back down to the ground, just a few metres off from me. I saw his… his skin, shining in the evening. I know he heard my pulse quicken and his head whipped up to meet my eyes. I remember gasping and knowing he was going to find me. I thought I should run, but I didn't. My body seemed incredibly content to stay where it was. He approached me, and while my mind was screaming at me to get away from him, something else was keeping me rooted to the ground, anticipating the moment when he would finally be close to me."

Hermione cleared her throat, blushing furiously at this point, but plowed on. "I was hidden in shadows and sure that he couldn't see me. He got very close to me and said that I smelled good. There didn't seem to be words needed for what was going on. I knew that he was a vampire and with every centimetre that he got closer to me, the more I wanted to…" Hermione coughed here and didn't bother finishing that sentence.

"I knew that there was only one possible reason for my sudden change of heart. I had to be his mate. I mustered the courage to look into his eyes and noticed that they were completely black. I knew that meant he was incredibly hungry, but I wasn't afraid. I wanted him to drink from me. I wanted to feel his fangs sink into my flesh, to feel his body against mine as he sucked from my veins with a voracious appetite that only my blood could quench."

Snape cleared his throat and Hermione knew she had gotten carried away. Her face turned beet red and there was an awkward moment of silence. "Go on." Snape urged and Hermione started again feeling more embarrassed than she could ever remember.

"I invited him to drink from me and he did. When he was done, he asked for my name. I didn't want to tell him, but I thought that if he was my mate, maybe he would be okay with it; that there must be more to him than I have thought for the past few years. I let him see who I was and he said…" Hermione took a steadying breath.

"'Impossible,' he said. I said I was sorry and started to cry. I sensed that he wasn't pleased with me and couldn't help it. 'Please don't cry,' he said and wiped away a tear from my cheek. He let me out of his arms and I suddenly felt as though I had lost something. He seemed confused and said, 'But you tasted so good.' I said that I guessed I couldn't have expected him to accept a mudblood and I ran for it. I ran away from him and away from the sinking feeling that overtook my entire chest. I felt as though I was running away from part of myself and that only made it worse. I knew I had to be his mate that he was perfect for me, that I would never be able to live without him– but that he was rejecting me, because he could do that. He can do that, he can live without me." Hermione let tears escape from her eyes.

"I'm sorry, it's just that I don't know what I'm going to do now." She said, hopelessly.

"He cares about you." Snape said surely.

"How do you know?"

"I know my godson. Potions is his best subject. Something, or someone, was distracting him today, he completely botched his potion."

"That may have been my fault… I saw him before class. That's why I was late." Hermione confessed.

"What happened?"

"I was very upset because of what had happened between us on the quidditch pitch. I left the Great Hall early and collapsed in one of the hallways, crying like a little girl. Draco came and found me crying. He said things that he couldn't have meant and I wanted to believe him, and I think a part of me does because I feel a bit better, but a part of me still doesn't believe him because he's Draco Malfoy and I can't believe that a Malfoy would mean any of what he said to me."

"What did he say?"

"He apologized. He said that he was sorry. He told me that I was right and admitted that he was wrong. He begged me to forgive him for what he did. He said that he didn't care that I am muggleborn. He said that he wanted to prove that he was the same Draco, but that he was just a lot smarter. He wanted to make me love him for the Draco that he was, not because I am his mate. He kissed me, and I kissed him back, wishing it could all be true, but how could it, professor? You know him better than anyone, I reckon. A Malfoy doesn't beg, a Malfoy is never wrong, nor sorry, nor willing to associate themselves with muggleborns. How could Draco have meant any of what he said?"

Snape paused and seemed to think about this for a minute. "I have never heard of Draco saying any of those things, especially when he should have. I do know however, that Draco does not joke about that sort of thing and, when serious, always says what he means and means what he says. Draco may be a Malfoy, but you are stereotyping Miss Granger. If I had said to you that all muggleborns are less powerful than purebloods–"

"You know that's not true."

"Exactly." Snape replied. "Draco may be a Malfoy, but not every Malfoy is the same. And while there is a trademark mask of composure that his family carries well, it does not mean that that is all there is to Draco. You would do well to look a little deeper into my godson, that is if you truly care for him."

"I do!" Hermione said vehemently, surprising herself. Snape smirked down at her.

"I know." He said simply and she lost herself for a moment in the maze of his obsidian eyes. Severus Snape could be a cad sometimes, but he was so damn smart! Hermione had to admire him for it.

"I think it's about time that you made it to Arithmancy." The Potions Master said plaintively, summoning a piece of parchment to write his student a pass.

"Will you talk to Draco about this?" Hermione asked worriedly.

"What time is it, Miss Granger?"

Hermione cast a tempus charm quickly. "Ten thirty, professor. Will Draco hear about this conversation?" she repeated her question exasperatedly.

"I think it is better that you go now, Miss Granger, I have important things to do and awful students to fail. Do come back some time for another chat. It would be wise if you kept the number of people who know about Draco's status to a maximum of… well let's say… just me." Snape said with finality and practically shoved the young Gryffindor out of the dungeon, shutting the door forcefully behind her. Hermione's brows knitted together in worry and she hurried off to her next class, her mind steadily focused on one person.
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