Love Bites | By : Bubblesoflove Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 20921 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Apologises for not getting this out last week – I contracted
an illness but thankfully it is the Spring Break means more writing time for
me!
This is for you all who have been waiting for this moment
Chapter 6: You Marked Me
“You are
angry,” Luna spoke up from where she was lying on her stomach on the bed. Her
hands propped her chin up and her blue eyes followed Hermione’s figure as she
paced the floor.
“When am I
not?” muttered Hermione as she chewed on her thumbnail. Luna rolled her eyes.
“I understand
you are worried about Harry and that you are angry over what the Weasley have
done to you but you can not let it consume you,” Luna advised her. Hermione
stopped and turned to face Luna, who had rolled up into a sitting position, her
legs crossed.
“How do you
expect me to do that?” she asked. “They had stolen our memories and Harry is
the one to face Voldemort in the end.”
“Trust in
your faith for Harry,” Luna told her as she gestured to the bed. “You got this
far because you believed in Harry. Do not let it waver when he needs you the
most. You should not doubt yourself.
“It’s so
hard not to,” Hermione moaned as she sat down on the bed and flop backward on
the soft covers. “I knew that there was something wrong with me…especially when
Ron asked me out but I ignored it.”
“That is the
problem when you have your memories changed or removed. You find it harder to
trust your instincts…how can you trust it when you don’t have an idea of why
you don’t trust that person?” Luna pointed out.
“He was our
best friend, Luna. We trusted him and he did this to us,” Hermione’s lips
curled down sadly. They had lost someone who they had been friends with…they
weren’t mourning for the loss of Ron, but more of the best friend that he could
have been if he hadn’t let his jealously get in the way.
“Human
nature is a fickle thing,” agreed Luna, getting amused smiles from Hermione.
That sounded like something Dumbledore would say. “It’s part of life, you know.
We can’t expect everything to go the way we want it to go.”
“Tell me
about it,” muttered Hermione as she pulled herself up into a sitting position,
crossing her legs as she did. She wore a pair of jeans and Harry’s black shirt.
Luna wore an ankle length dark purple skirt and a red strappy top.
“When did
Harry bite you?” Luna asked and Hermione sighed.
“Back in our
third year,” Hermione told her. “It was during the time we were having the
argument over the stupid broomstick that he got from Sirius – I turned it into
Professor McGonagall because I was worried. At the time, we didn’t know that
Sirius was innocent.” Luna nodded as Hermione slipped deeper into her thoughts.
The moon was barely shining through the
windows of the castle; everyone was in their own places apart from two people
who were walking along the hallway, having an argument.
“Harry, don’t you dare walk away from me!”
raged Hermione as she chased after the rapidly retreating figure.
“Go
away, Hermione,” ordered Harry, almost growling in the process.
“No,
I will not!” shot back Hermione, hurt and anger mixing together in her tone.
“I
mean it, Hermione!” snapped Harry, “I’m not in the mood to deal with anyone!”
“Tough!”
Harry gritted his teeth in frustration; did she not understand that she could
not help him?
“You
can’t help me,” Harry told her, startling Hermione as she felt tears film her
eyes. “No one can help me.”
“I
won’t accept that!” Hermione shot at him, tearfully and Harry closed his eyes
when he heard the tears in her voice but refused to stop walking. If he
stopped, he would have to face her and he could end up doing something he would
regret.
“Just
go away, Hermione!”
“No!
You need help but you are just too stubborn to admit it,” she shot at him.
Harry gritted his teeth harder and closed his eyes. The pain was racing through
him and the scent of her blood was fuelling it onward. “You are my best friend
Harry; I can’t leave you when you obviously need me!” Harry stopped in his
tracks, startling Hermione as she almost ploughed into him. The blood lust had
overtaken Harry and it had decided she made a perfect mate and snack.
“Damn
it!” Harry spun around and Hermione bit back a scream when she saw him. He had
ridges over his forehead and nose, his eyes were a dark green colour, his
cheekbones were sharper and his teeth were sharp fanged like.
“Harry…”
Hermione started but Harry grabbed her by her upper arm and pulled her into his
body. One hand slid up her back and into her thick hair, tilting her head to
the side, exposing the jugular vein and he sunk his fangs into the vein.
Hermione
let out a pained gasp as her eyes widen before they closed, her lips parted
wider as she fought to breathe. Harry’s other hand slid down to the small of
her back, holding her close as Hermione’s legs weakened as the pain turned to
pleasure.
She
fell backward, taking Harry with her as she landed on the stone floor. The move
caused Harry to suckle deeper. Hermione’s legs rose up on either side of
Harry’s hips and her hands slid over his back, clutching the dark robes as she
fought to hold on only for Harry’s tongue to flick over her skin, causing her
back to arch and her eyes to roll into the back of her head as her orgasm burst
out, taking over her.
Harry
finally pulled himself away from Hermione’s neck, from the thick rich blood
that he was slowly becoming addicted to and looked down at his pale best friend
underneath him, she wasn’t moving.
Fear
slammed its way through Harry’s body as his face morphed back to its human
form.
“Hermione…”
Harry whispered as he reached up a shaking hand and touched the warm skin that
was turning cold before he cursed when she didn’t answer. He wiped the blood
away from her neck and his mouth before hiding the twin punctures.
He
moved his hand over her stomach and created a stab mark before lifting her up
into his arms, bridal style, and hurried down the hallway to the hospital wing.
Upon
reaching it, the doors slammed against the walls, startling the students that
were staying the night and Madam Pomfrey.
“What
on earth…Potter?!” exclaimed Madam Pomfrey before she took in the stab victim
of his best friend and gasped. “Put her over here!” Madam Pomfrey gestured
toward the nearest empty bed and Harry laid her down on it before taking a step
back.
Madam
Pomfrey did her check up before she frowned when she found that there was a
stab wound in Hermione’s lower abdomen. She removed Hermione’s clothes so she
could access the wound properly when the doors burst opened once more to reveal
Dumbledore and a bunch of teachers.
“Poppy?”
Dumbledore hurried into the Hospital Wing only to see Hermione lying on the
bed, looking very still and pale and Harry was standing off to the side.
“I
don’t know what happened, Professor,” admitted Pomfrey. “Potter brought her in
and she has a stab wound to her lower stomach.” Dumbledore looked over at Harry
with an unreadable expression, Harry stared right back, his green eyes flat and
hard, emotionless.
“What
happened to her, Potter?” Snape stepped forward. Harry cut his eyes over to him
before looking away, angering Snape even more as he strode over to Harry,
grabbed his arm and spun him around. “Answer me, Potter!”
“Professor
Snape!” snapped Professor McGonagall as she stepped forward and pushed Snape
away from Harry. “I will not have you badgering my students.”
“Maybe
if he would loosen his tongue, I wouldn’t have to ‘badger’ him,” replied Snape,
disdainfully, watching as Harry’s hand tightened on the handle of the door.
“Harry…”
Professor Dumbledore started but Harry lost his temper, while they were wasting
their time with their pointless questions, she was dying.
“Just
heal her!” Harry snarled as he took the hinge off the door, startling everyone.
Madam Pomfrey stared at Harry before she nodded and gathered everything she
needed to help the young woman.
Snape
just continued to stare at Harry, he was curious about how Harry had managed to
remove the hinge completely from the door. Harry watched as Madam Pomfrey
removed Hermione’s robes and unbuttoned her shirt to take a better look at the
stab wound before she started cleaning it then healed it.
“We
should do a test on Harry,” spoke up Snape and they looked at him. “His
strength is remarkable.”
“Piss
off Snape,” muttered Harry before he turned his back on his shocked teachers as
Madam Pomfrey finished patching Hermione and took a step back.
“It’s
a matter of time,” she spoke up. “She did lose a lot of blood.”
“She’ll
be fine,” Harry said and they looked at him. Dumbledore gave a short nod,
waving off the questions his colleagues would ask.
“I
suggest we should go back to our rooms and assure our students that everything
is fine,” Dumbledore told them.
“What
about the stabbing?” Madam Pomfrey demanded. “This young woman was stabbed and
would have died if it wasn’t for Potter!” Dumbledore nodded.
“And
I conclude that Miss Granger would have no memories of it when she does wake
up. She would have taken a hard hit to her head when she fell,” Dumbledore
reminded and Madam Pomfrey sighed as she realised that Dumbledore was right.
“Beside, we must assume that Miss Granger was the intended victim for the time
being until we have more evidence.” Everyone nodded and followed Dumbledore out
of the Hospital Wing while Madam Pomfrey looked at Harry.
“I
gather you wish to stay here,” she spoke up.
“Please,”
came the whisper and she nodded.
“You
can take the bed next to her and I want to see you sleeping,” she warned him
and Harry nodded as he sat on the bed, his green eyes still locked on Hermione,
who was now under the covers of the bed. Madam Pomfrey watched them for a
moment before she headed into her office, missing the way Harry reached out to
touch Hermione’s hand only to hesitate and pull his hand back.
He
lay down on his back and stared up at the ceiling, hoping that Hermione would
wake up the next day but also dredged it because it meant she would have
questions he would have to answer.
A
few days later, Hermione had managed to pin Harry so she could get her answers.
The moment she had woken up in the hospital wing, Harry had whispered that he
was sorry before leaving altogether. Madam Pomfrey had been baffled at his
sudden turnabout but fussed over Hermione, making sure that she was okay.
Once
Madam Pomfrey had declared Hermione fit and healthy, she left the Hospital Wing
and spent ages looking for Harry but he was always up, gone before she was, and
arrived back at the common room after she had fallen asleep waiting for him.
She even checked all his usual haunts but he had continued to elude her.
When
she did find him, he was up in the owlery. He was sitting at the back near the
window with his knees drawn up. Hedwig was perched on his knee as he stroked
her feathers on her chest. Hearing a noise, Harry turned his head to see
Hermione standing in the doorway and held back a sigh; he should have known
that she would have caught up with him eventually.
Hermione
walked over to him and sat down in front of him, drawing her knees up to her
chest and making sure, she was covered.
“How
long have you been a vampire for?” Hermione asked.
“Since
I was five,” Harry told her. Hedwig gave a little hoot as she moved to Harry’s
shoulder, comforting him in his time of need.
“Who
turned you?” Harry shrugged.
“I
was mostly out of it when they bit me. My aunt and uncle had kicked me out of
the house, leaving me to wander the streets starving and tired. I remember a
shadow approaching me, a kind voice telling me not to be scared before there
was a twinge of pain on my neck,” Harry explained. “The next thing I knew I was
back in my room – I remember hearing Dudley’s heart beating and the blood
rushing.”
“You
deal with the bloodlust by staying away from us?” Hermione asked and Harry
looked away guiltily.
“I
find a willing girl, drink from her and remove it from her mind – she just
thinks we talked,” Harry admitted before taking in Hermione’s shocked expression.
“I need blood, Hermione, but I can’t have people go around saying I’m a
vampire.”
“What
happened to me?” Hermione pulled the collar of her shirt down, touching the
marks.
“Three
days a month, I go through a high blood lust meaning I need to feed on a large
amount of blood. When you chased me, that was my last day,” Harry explained and
Hermione sighed as she dropped her hand into her lap, looking at them.
“And
the mark…” asked Hermione, “No one else has complained about mysterious bite
marks.”
“The
blood lust is also a mating period – I marked you as my mate,” Harry looked
away as Hermione’s head came up her, her brown eyes filled with anger.
“You
marked me?” Hermione hissed, incensed and Harry turned furious eyes on hers.
“If
you had just left me alone when I told you to, you wouldn’t be in this
situation,” shouted Harry, startling Hermione. “All you had to do was leave me
alone Hermione, I just wanted that from you but you didn’t and my demon took
over.”
“You
can’t blame me for that!” she shot at him.
“I
told you to leave me alone, that you couldn’t help me but oh no, not Hermione
Granger, miss-know-it-all. You just have to keep pushing and pushing,” he
snarled and she stood up, hurt.
“I
thought we were best friends,” she told him, trying to keep the tears out of
her voice but failed as her voice trembled. Harry closed his eyes, feeling
guilty.
“There
are things I can’t tell you, Hermione, and there are things you can’t help me
with. Me being a vampire isn’t one of them. All you had to do was trust me.” He
stood up.
“I
do trust you,” she whispered. Brown eyes locked with green. Hedwig took flight.
“If
that was true…you would have walked away when I asked you,” he whispered before
leaving the owlery and Hermione alone with her thoughts.
End Flashback
Hermione
looked at Luna who was gazing at her with an understanding look on her face.
“We didn’t
make up for another two week,” Hermione sighed sadly, “and even then, we still
had problems – we just kept up pretence while trying to deal with our feelings.”
“Is it true
that Molly and Ron kept using memory charms on you?” Luna asked and Hermione
nodded.
“When we
came back for our fourth year, we started hanging out even more, especially
with everyone turning their back on Harry, even Ron. We gave into our feelings
and made out…we even went further than making out…but Ron caught us, screamed
at us and memory charmed us into forgetting it,” whispered Hermione. “That was
the reason why he did a complete 180 and decided to believe Harry.” Luna shook
her head in disgust. “He refused to let me out of his sight all summer before
fifth year and when Harry came up – we managed to hide away, we only meant to
talk but we ended up being in a compromising situation and Molly caught us and
memory charmed us.”
“What about
Dumbledore?” Luna asked and Hermione sighed.
“He knows
about Harry, and I guess about Draco considering he allows Draco to stay at
Hogwarts this summer,” Hermione told her. “Harry told me that Dumbledore found
Harry and the Vampire shortly after he had bitten Harry and explained
everything. Dumbledore was helping Harry train while keeping his secret from
the Wizarding World.”
“Hm…that
would explain why the Ministry was convinced Dumbledore was trying to create a
secret army. It’s no secret that Dumbledore and Harry obviously have a tie and
it must have made him nervous that Harry was rebelling against him,” Luna said
and Hermione nodded.
“The
Ministry knows there’s something different about Harry but haven’t figured it
out. I’m hoping they never will but it all depends on what will happen with
Voldemort,” Hermione looked up at the ceiling. “He might not have a choice in
the end.”
“And they
will kill him even though he saved them from Voldemort once more,” Luna said
and Hermione nodded in disgust.
“That’s the
Wizarding World, wonder why Harry even bothers,” Hermione admitted. “The
wizarding world either turns their back on him or hails him as a hero. It’s
like whatever side of the coin lands, they follow it.”
“They can be
stuck in their ways,” agreed Luna and Hermione sighed before shaking her head
as she turned to face Luna.
“Ok, enough
about Harry and me – what about you and Draco? How on earth did you manage to
have sex with him and convince him to bite you?” Luna grinned.
“Quite
easily, they may be vampires but they are still teenaged boys with one thing on
their mind,” Luna teased and Hermione laughed.
“That’s
true,” she agreed, remembering all the times Harry had managed to convince her
into making out with her rather than studying. He was quite convincing now that
she thought back on it.
“Draco was
suspicious of me at first, especially when I started flirting with him. With
girls throwing themselves at him, it’s kinda hard for him to know who is
genuine or who just wants to be with him due to his status in the school and
Wizarding World,” Hermione nodded. “It took a while to break through his guard
and actually seduce him into bed. For tempting him into biting me, our blood
gets richer when we get excited or happy about something. All I had to do was
make sure that I wore low-necked tops and was happy or excited.”
“And it
worked?” Hermione asked and Luna nodded.
“Especially
when I tempted him during the blood lust period,” she explained. “It took a
while but I managed to wear him down. A vampire does not mark you as a mate
unless he is attracted to you on all levels. A vampire can’t just mark anyone
as a mate; they have to be attracted to them, physically, sexually, emotionally,
and mentally.”
“Oh,”
Hermione mused about it. “That would explain a lot of things. Especially about
the part where he told me vampires usually takes their mate during the
marking.” Luna nodded.
“That’s when
Draco took me, thankfully we were in a room with a bed at the time,” Luna told
her and Hermione chuckled.
“Yeah, Harry
took me three times when we finally gave in,” Hermione told her before smiling
dreamily. “It was amazing, painful in the morning but completely worth it.”
Luna grinned before she decided to turn the conversation back to their
originally starter.
“Will Harry
out them?” Luna asked.
“He sent
Dumbledore a letter, explaining the situation. Dumbledore wasn’t happy when he
found out but promised to keep it low profile until we have enough evidence to
bring them down,” Hermione explained. “Harry wants to wait until Voldemort and
his Death Eaters are finished and make sure that there is a new minister of the
Ministry so they would be able to listen and give a fair trial rather than
saying that it was good because a half blood like Harry should be with someone
more worthy, a pure blood like Ginny.”
“And that
tends to piss him off,” Luna murmured before shaking his head and looked at her
watch. “What is taking the boys so long anyway?”
“They are
checking out things in Diagon Alley. I’m sure they’ll be back soon,” Hermione
assured but both of them shared an uneasy look, hoping the boys were okay and
safe.
TBC
To those who watch Buffy – you would notice that the scene
was inspired by Graduation Part 2 (Season 3) where Buffy forces Angel to drink
her – she so had an orgasm at that part.
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