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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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Chapter List
- 5
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A/N: More roughness as far as plot in this chapter and the next two. I think when I wrote it I was trying to find a way to cut through all the sexual tension... Err. I guess it's not soooo bad, or at least I hope it isn't.

"Hermione!" Harry and Ron called in unison. Their brunette was bustling toward them, but her mind was obviously elsewhere.

"Hey guys," she greeted absently.

"So, what–"

"Is everyone 'ere, now?" Hagrid interrupted Harry who sighed in resignation and turned his attention to the professor.

"Alright, I got a great lesson fer ye," Hagrid said excitedly, foreshadowing a long and painful period to come. Most of the student managed to contain their groans however, and waited for their professor to reveal the topic of their lesson.

Hagrid faced his class with one of many cages in his hand. Each student held their breath as they witnessed Hagrid's beefy fingers unlocking the wooden cubicle. In an attempt to abstain from being attacked, the class took a collective step away.

The small latch was flung open and the cage looked almost empty for a moment. Some students looked away, unable to stand the suspense, as Hagrid slowly reached his hand into the holding cell. Snarling and snapping made Hermione gasp and grab Harry's hand for reassurance. Hagrid let out a small yelp and yanked back his hand suddenly, causing every student to jump. When his hand was in plain sight, the entire class seemed to breathe in relief at the sight of what was clinging to Hagrid's index finger.

"Now, who can tell me wha' this beau'iful li'le creature is?" Hagrid asked.

Everyone looked expectantly at Hermione, knowing she would have the answer, but they were surprised to find her absentmindedly biting her nails and gazing off into space. Luna's hand slowly went up after a few moments of stunned silence.

Hagrid cleared his throat, "Erm, yes, Luna?"

"They're baby Gnargles…" she said. "They must be young because they haven't developed their need to forage yet, since at this point in their life they would be entirely dependent on their parents. They eat mostly plants and herbs, they love rosemary and I suppose right now they're really only good for… snuggling."

"Thank you, Luna, 15 points to Ravenclaw!" Hagrid said excitedly. "Now yer task fer today is to observe 'em and I got a surprise fer ye at the end o' class! So split up inter groups o' two and take a Gnargle fer yerself."

The students seemed to suddenly conquer their fears of being maimed or bitten and eagerly went to get their own baby Gnargles. Harry paired up with Luna right away and they proceeded to observe their Gnargle with excitement. Ron turned to Hermione expectantly and she was about to say that they ought to get to work when a tall blonde stepped between them.

"Excuse me, Ronald," Draco Malfoy said, surprisingly civilly. "I believe that Miss Granger is going to be my partner for this assignment."

Ron spluttered at the polite Malfoy that faced him, dumbfounded. Draco cleared his throat uncomfortably; already tense from having to be kind to a Weasley. "That is, as long as you don't mind…" the Slytherin said causing Ron to gape open mouthed at him.

"Well I–"

"He doesn't." Hermione spoke up quickly cutting off Ron. "He doesn't mind. I'll be your partner, Draco." The Malfoy heir smiled brightly, nodded to Ron courteously and offered his arm to Hermione who took it and allowed him to lead her away.

Parvati Patil came up behind Ron. "Are you alright, Ron? You look quite ill… It's alright; I don't have a partner either. Want to share my Gnargle?"

"Sure…" He agreed dazedly and Parvati smiled in relief, leading him off to a comfortable place to sit.

"I didn't know you were still in this class after what happened third year," Hermione said.

"I'm not, but I happen to have a free period about now and when I noticed that you were over here…" He trailed off and Hermione expected him to add something flippant and indifferent.

"Well, I wasn't going to risk coming over," Draco told her. "But then I saw you with the Wea–I saw you with Ron and I decided that I didn't want you being that close to him–or anyone. I only want you that close to me." Draco admitted. He kept a mask of apathy on his face and in his tone, unable to bring himself to actually show emotion to her. Hermione was too special to him now, if he opened up too far he could lose her and Draco could not afford to lose her.

Hermione understood how hard Draco was trying to open up to her and smiled warmly at him. Bravely she volunteered her hand to him and intertwined their fingers. Draco finally met her eyes and they held each other's gaze, awed at the clarity and peace that flooded them when they did.

"So what are we doing?" Draco asked.

"I think I'm going to try and let myself love you." Hermione said quietly.

"Though that makes the Vampire in me want to take you in my arms and fly away in happiness, I meant what are we doing in class?" Draco clarified with a smirk.

"Oh." Hermione blushed furiously and the sight warmed Draco's lifeless heart. "We are supposed to be observing the Gnargles."

"You're kidding," Draco accused.

"No, I suppose Luna isn't as loony as we all thought." Hermione said with a small smile that pleased the Vampire.

"Don't Gnargles steal things and hide them in places where you'll never find them?" Draco inquired, horrified at the thought of his hairbrush being stolen.

"Yes, but not until they mature. These little punks are still infants, so we've got a year or so before we have to worry about that." Hermione informed him.

"But Hagrid will have them out of here before then anyway… right?" Draco hoped.

"Who knows?" Hermione said indifferently and Draco stared at her.

"What?" She asked amusedly.

"Aren't you worried about them stealing your things?" Wondered Draco.

"Not really. It gives me an excuse to go out and buy new things."

"I never thought of it that way."

"Well…" Hermione responded. "I like to shop."

"I'd like to take you out sometime; buy you all the beautiful things I lay my eyes on." Draco blurted, immediately cursing himself for not being able to control his Vampire from sharing his thoughts with his mate. Hermione's cheeks reddened to a nice tomato color.

"We should probably start–"

"Alright kids, time's up, gather over 'ere fer a bit." Hagrid interrupted Hermione who looked up in surprise that the period was already ending.

"Now I've talked it over wit' yer teachers and we've all agreed tha' it would be beneficial fer ye all to continue this project out o' class. Ye'll all be responsible to take yer Gnargles back to yer rooms to watch and care fer 'em.

"Ye can either split the days tha' you and yer partner have the Gnargle or ye can get a pass from yer head o' house to share rooms and take her Gnargle to yer classes. Unless, tha' is, ye want the li'le ones alone in yer dorms fer who knows 'ow long. I'd suggest ye all get over yer issues wit' personal space and take the second option. The Gnargles will be easier to take care of tha' way. Ye'll have 'em fer a week, now come up and get yer packets on 'ow to care fer 'em. They'll tell ye all ye need to know."

The faces of Hermione's peers as they received their pamphlets varied sharply. Some looked terrified, some disgusted and others ecstatic. Hermione saw Harry and Luna talking happily about sharing rooms. Harry put his hand up to his mouth and whispered in her ear. Ron was being dragged around by Parvati, looking-for once-deep in thought.

"I got you a pamphlet." Draco's voice interrupted her thoughts.

"Oh, thank you." Hermione said absently

"So I assume you'll want a superior grade for this assignment…" Draco continued.

"Of course."

"Wonderful. I'll ask McGonagall for our shared rooms. We're both prefects anyway, I assume that we'll simply be choosing between the rooms we've got now."

"Wait–whoa, what?" Hermione stammered.

"Hagrid informed us that it will be easier and more efficient for us to care for the monster if we share rooms." Draco said with a voice tinged with amusement. /Merlin, you're cute when you're flustered./

"Um, thank you?"

"What?" /Did I just say that out loud? Oh fuck, she's blushing! I did! Fuck!/ "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to say that out loud." Draco admitted.

"No, it's alright," Hermione said, allowing herself to take a step towards Draco so that the distance between them was cut in half. "I'm beginning to like your compliments."

"Good. It's hard for me not to give them." Draco admitted.

"Will it be hard on you for me to be around you all the time?" Hermione asked suddenly. Draco smiled at his mate's knowledge.

"I assure you, I have enough self control."

"Speaking of which, I know that you can only control your hunger for several hours or a day at most–"

"If you would prefer, I can keep my blood donors." Draco said immediately, not wanting his mate to feel pressured.

"NO!" Hermione protested. She blushed at her forwardness and put a hand to her mouth. "I'm sorry." Draco chuckled. "I just–I mean–I can't–" Hermione stammered before sighing exasperatedly. "I can't stand the thought of you drinking from anyone else." She finally admitted.

"I see," Draco smirked and ran his fingers along Hermione's cheekbone lovingly. "I quite like that." Hermione shivered under his touch. "Are you cold, love?" Draco murmured, knowing the answer. Hermione shook her head no, as he expected.

"I–I–I–I–" Hermione couldn't think when he was so close to her. He was wonderful, a god, amazing, superfluous–he was everything she could ask for and more and he was touching her! His fingertips were touching her skin!

Draco smiled, he smiled at her! Hermione could have exploded with the happiness that was blooming in her chest. "Should you be rushing off to another class?" he inquired worriedly.

"N-n-no, I have lunch now." Hermione answered distractedly, focused completely on the fingers that were caressing her cheek.

"Oh, I wouldn't want to keep you from getting a good meal in; you must be hungry." Draco said.

His face leaned closer to hers so that her breath was hot on his face. "Draco," Hermione whispered his name.

"Yes?"

Hermione looked positively edible like this. She was flustered, her curly brown hair coming undone from the messy bun in the back of her head, her pink pouted lips, sitting slightly parted, were inviting him to have a taste.

"Hermione," he wanted her, but he couldn't take her. He might hurt her. He needed her permission. "May I kiss you?" he breathed against her lips.

Hermione nodded numbly. Draco wanted to crush his lips down to hers as soon as he had permission, to sink his fangs into her lips and drink straight from her mouth, but he didn't. Using every single ounce of the control he had, Draco slowly lowered his face to his mate's. Gently, Draco nudged his lips against the soft, pink ones below him. Hermione would have none of it though. His lips ignited fire in her and her hand flew to the back of his neck to bring him harder down to her. She dropped the caged Gnargle she held and let her other hand come up around his shoulders to tangle in his platinum hair.

Draco was surprised by her intensity, but relieved as she pressed her body against his urgently. Throwing caution to the wind he let his hands move to the small of her back. She shuddered against him and whimpered into his mouth. Draco fisted his hands in Hermione's robes, clutching them as tightly as possible, trying to hold himself back from crushing her small body with the force of his passion.

After a moment, Draco pulled his lips from Hermione's after a moment. She moved further, her eyes still closed, her brows knitted together in confusion as to why those wondrous lips weren't against hers anymore.

"Hermione, stop, I can't–" Draco protested weakly.

"Hm?"

"I don't want to hurt you, love. I have to stop. You're making me hungry."

"Oh," Hermione giggled and allowed some distance between her face and Draco's, but didn't separate herself from him.

"You're so warm." Draco marveled.

"So are you," Hermione replied in amusement. "But only to me. It's because I'm your mate. A Vampire's mate is perfect for them. The same magic that makes their blood taste the best is what allows me to feel warm when I'm with you." Hermione blushed. "Sorry, I was rambling. You probably know that already anyway."

"No, I love how knowledgeable you are. It's extremely sexy." Draco said.

Hermione snorted. "Yeah, sure."

"No, honestly, you're wonderful." Draco paused appreciatively. "Still, I think you should probably put at least a few inches between us before I lose control. I don't need to feed yet, I can wait."

"Until when?"

"Until after you eat."

"Have you fed since that night on the quidditch pitch?" Hermione asked concernedly.

"No, but that was only just last night."

"Oh yeah… Seems longer, y'know?" Hermione responded.

"Yeah," Draco mumbled. Hermione beamed, he was smiling! Not smirking or sneering, actually smiling! "What?" Draco wondered.

"You're so cute when you smile." Hermione told him.

"Cute? Malfoys are not...cute." Draco scoffed, but Hermione saw through him.

"Yes you are!" She said and ruffled his hair affectionately. Draco's cheeks tinted pink and Hermione chuckled. "I suppose that Malfoys don't blush either."

Draco hid his face in the crook of her neck. "Malfoys don't apologize either. Malfoys are always right, too. And they don't beg. And they certainly don't condone public displays of affection. Then again…Malfoys aren't Vampires." Draco said softly.

Hermione kissed the side of his head. "So? You're still a Malfoy. I was just teasing, Draco. Don't submit yourself to a silly stereotype. So you're a Vampire. You're still the same condescending, sarcastic–" Draco pulled away from Hermione ashamedly, but she stopped him and smiled. "–Intelligent, cunning, sweet-talking Draco that you always were. Well," Hermione granted. "You're even better looking these days."

Draco smiled at her and shook his head in awe. "I can't believe it."

"What?"

"You, me, this, us… You're better than I ever gave you credit for, and you're more than I deserve, but Merlin am I happy to have you."

Hermione craned her neck and tipped her mouth up to press a tender kiss to Draco's lips. She licked his lips and just as he went to open his mouth, she pulled away. His lips followed hers, but she removed herself from his arms. Grinning, she began to walk back up to the castle, her hips swaying torturously.

"Hey!" Draco called after her. "You just teased me!" Hermione flipped her hair over her shoulder and winked at him. "You can't do that and just walk away!"

"I believe I just did, Mr. Malfoy." Hermione said sexily before turning away again and continuing up to the castle.

Draco gaped at her prowess before quickly recovering and fast walking [for Malfoys don't run if they don't have to] after her.
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