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Mission	By : JadeLucky Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 4694 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Short Summary:

She has a secret. So does he.

Long Summary:

Hermione Granger is not who they think she is. She’s a three thousand year old vampire and she has a mission. To protect the Boy Who Lived, Harry Potter. But when someone jeopardises the objective, she must make herself known as she truly is.

Rating: R

Ship: Hermione/Draco

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LittleMissPrincess: Ive already gotten a few chapters written up. Im hoping to keep posting while i have the time. I'm currently up to Chapter 12, but have hit a massive writers block. :( I hope you're still reading. :) All reviews are much appreciated.

IM SO SORRY ITS TAKEN ME SO LONG TO POST THIS! PLEASE FORGIVE ME!

And now, to the story!

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Chapter Five

The natural life

You're born, you die

The natural life

You're wrong, you're right

The natural life

You're born, you die

The natural life's a lie

All of my lies

Swallow your pride

I don't wanna come back around tonight

And all that I need

Is serenity

I don't wanna feel your new disease

-- “Natural Life”, Breaking Benjamin

I would be returning to Hogwarts tomorrow. Today, I was taking care of the traitors, and Aliesha. The youngling had been awake for two days and she had not spoken a word to any of my children that I had assigned to her. The only one she would even look at was me. And that was with loathing and self-hate. Whenever I tried to speak to her she would sprout nonsense about us being monsters and ‘unholy’. Irons had picked a religious witch. The fool.

I stopped believing in a god a long time ago.

But as much as she was raving though, she was hungering.

She could smell the blood pumping through the various animals we held around my house and she was hungering for it. A few more hours and she would go insane. But I wasn’t going to allow it. If she would not accept her fate, than I would force her.

“If you want to end it, then end it. I’m sick of having to listen to your whining.” I spat at her. She was beginning to annoy me.

She was quiet. She hadn’t expected me to tell her to kill herself. “I’m hungry.” She said. I was eating a sandwich in front of her, hoping it would entice her. I gave her the uneaten half of my ham, lettuce and tomato on white. She took one bite and started to chew. She swallowed and took another, only to stop. Her already white face turned whiter. She leaned over and vomited all over my red carpet. Human food is an acquired taste to a vampire. Silly witch. She should have paid a little more attention to her Care of Magical Creatures and Defence against the Dark Arts classes. Straightening, she glared at me. “You poisoned me.”

“You call yourself a witch. You should’ve paid more attention in class. Human food is a taste that grows on a vampire. A newly turned vamp cannot eat human food without being sick.” I placed the remainder of my sandwich in my mouth and chewed, deliberately.

“Then what do you suppose we eat?” she asked, as if I were stupid.

I raised an eyebrow, “you are a vampire. What are vampires famous for?”

She blanched. “No. I will not kill so I may live.”

I sighed. “Oh, you are so young. A vampire does not need to kill to eat. You need blood to survive. Drink some of mine.” I drew my fingernail across my wrist.

“No way. I’d rather die.”

“Then die.”

She was silent. I could see her pupils dilating. Her features were growing sharper. Her canines were slowly elongating. Without warning, she launched herself at my wrist, her mouth attached to the wound, drinking greedily.

At least she’ll live to tonight. From there, it’s up to her.

…Ungrateful brat.

* * *

Whispers.

Fucking whispers.

I could fucking hear them you know!

Fucking imbeciles.

And I’m playing a key role in saving their world.

I stopped, my head down, listening. “I always knew something was wrong with Granger.”

“Yeah, she’s always been so weird, but I never thought she was…like… THIS”

What the fuck?

‘Wrong’ with me?

I was back at Hogwarts. Back to bitchiness. Back to jealousies. Back to hormones.

Argh.

I was doing the nightly rounds. Normally, I’d be doing this with Malfoy, but it was a full moon and as soon as I was finished doing my share of the rounds I was off to see if there were any werewolves around.

If something had happened while I had been gone, Dumbledore would have told me.

So what the fuck was going on?

Answering the riddle the doorknocker gave me to gain entry to the Ravenclaw dormitories, I crept up on the circle of students gossiping. Those Ravenclaws had always been jealous that I had been the smartest student in the school… if only they knew.

The Ravenclaws had something spread out between them. Narrowing my vision, I could see it was a magazine spread-out. Focusing my vision further, I could see a picture of myself, naked. What the fuck?

“What is going on here?” I said, making myself known.

Terry Boot stood. “None of your business, Granger.”

I narrowed my eyes, my anger beginning to return. “I am Head Girl. You are a student. I have authority. You do not. What is it that you are hiding from me.” It was not a question, and Boot knew it. What he didn’t know is that I could snap his neck with a flick of my wrist. Damn him being a student.

“I will say this one last time, Granger. None of your damn busi—”

He didn’t get to finish what he said as he was suspended upside-down. Wordless magic. My friend.

The remaining Ravenclaws had a stupid thought. They all had their wands pointed at me in an instant.

“Fifty points from each of you for drawing your wands on your superior without instruction! Fifty more for not following instructions given to you! Terry Boot, detention for a month for concealing contraband!” I roared. I could feel my canines beginning to extend. Which would mean my features were beginning to sharpen.

Fucking Ravenclaws.

Flicking my wand, the Ravenclaws were knocked of their feet. Argh. If only they were vampires. They would be dead already. I summoned the magazine to me, quickly scanning to see its contents.

Customary pornography magazine, one common in the school. What wasn’t so customary was the ten page layout of female Hogwarts students. The article accompanying it was titled: “HOGWARTS HORNIEST BABES”, featuring the top ten “sluts of Hogwarts”.

Hannah Abbot from Hufflepuff came in third, while Pansy Parkinson was ranked second. You guessed it; I was ranked number one on the top ten list. Wow, what a surprise, no Ravenclaws. The words “Ravenclaw set-up” flashed in my head. Who’d have thunk it? They used a Slytherin ploy. Fucking sore losers.

“Who did this?” I asked, already knowing the answer.

None of them spoke. Figures.

Argh! As if I didn’t have enough to do, now I’m going to have serious chats with Dumbledore about re-evaluating my “authority” and my status in the school.

I flicked my wand and Boot landed on the floor heavily. Flicking my wand two more times, I paralysed the students and made them float behind me as I marched to Dumbledore’s office. Saying the password (“Peanut M&M’s”), I stepped on to the moving stairs and looked closer at the article. The images had been photo-shopped, so a muggleborn or a half-blood was involved. Reading the article, I drew in a breath sharply.

Knocking on his door, and not waiting for a reply, I threw the magazine on Dumbledore’s desk. He was sitting there, looking tired. He glanced at the magazine. His face reddened. He turned to the five Ravenclaws. “Who did this?” he asked, quietly.

Boot said nothing. Morag MacDougal however – so brave and tight-lipped to me – began spluttering like a baby. He told Dumbledore everything, including how they had gotten the magazine, who had commissioned them to get the photos and where they had to send them to. He swore they hadn’t gotten the information themselves. He said that the bloke who hired them to get the photos hired a private investigator to get the information on the top three. Someone from outside of Hogwarts was involved. Who’d have thunk?

Damn it. The whole school would know by morning, if they didn’t already know. Damn it.

* * *

Jumping through the trees, I landed in front of the werewolf. Good ole’ Voldie must be getting desperate: sending so many werewolves after the zombie. I’ve already killed five just this night. Thankfully this is the last one in the area.

After the night I’ve had, I need blood.

Pulling my 9mm and a dagger from the straps on my thighs, I aimed a shot at the middle of the werewolves head. The ‘wolf smelt me and took off, just as I squeezed. The bullet went into a tree. Laughing, I gave chase, pocketing the gun and the dagger. The other ‘wolves hadn’t been much of a challenge.

I jumped up into a tree, jumping from branch to branch, only a few meters behind the ‘wolf. Getting close enough, I jumped from the tree, landing on the ‘wolf. It yelped and bucked me off, flinging me into the stump of a tree. It turned on me, fangs bared, ears up.

I was going to let you go, vamp. The voice in my head sounded familiar. But now you’ve ruined your chance to live.

“You must be a powerful and ancient ‘wolf to be able to mind-speak with me.” I was sitting on my haunches, slowly reaching for my daggers again.

The ‘wolf laughed. Ancient, no. Just powerful. But you are ancient and powerful, are you not?

“Indeed, the oldest of us all. And only the most feared. You picked the wrong night to be in the Forbidden Forest, ‘wolf.” Grasping a dagger, I waited for the wolf to take a few more steps closer to me.

He stopped two steps short. Oh well. I can work with that. I threw the dagger at the ‘wolf’s head. The ‘wolf dodged, but not fast enough, the dagger sliced his ear. He howled and launched at me, knocking me off my feet and momentarily stunning me with the impact.

Ah, Granger. Yes, I do know of you. You are indeed the most feared vamp. But, alas, I must go. Tootles, Granger. And with that he took off.

* * *

Getting chicken blood from the kitchens, once again. Maybe I should just feed off one of the students here. Maybe one of the Ravenclaws… Hmm… Nah, I couldn’t do it. I have standards you know!

Malfoy was not in the common room when I reached it. He must be in bed, it was two am. Argh. Thankfully, it’s a Saturday. Sorry, sorry, Sunday. Yay. I can sleep in. I jumped into my bed, putting everything out of my mind…

* * *

Yay, another chapter! Sorry its short. Just over 2,000 words though.

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