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Beyond the Pale	By : goldhorse Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 81362 -:- Recommendations : 11 -:- Currently Reading : 17
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“Kneel,” Severus barked.

“No!” Hermione cried and scooted back closer to Alex. She was getting tired of falling to her knees every five seconds. Couldn’t they find something more creative? Honestly, she was glad it wasn’t stripping nude and dancing the tango but this was getting boring.

“Very good,” Alex purred into her ear. “Perhaps we should move along? I wonder, would you do something for me?”

“What?” Hermione asked breathily. She hated her needy tone but Alex’s voice was just so damned sexy, almost as deep as her father’s. He was a handsome man and his dominance called to her. Argh, this was exactly the thing she was supposed to be fighting against.

Alex chuckled against her neck, amused at her inner turmoil. “I have quite a large problem.” He pulled her body close and ground his erection into her back. “Would you help me get rid of it?”

Hermione quit breathing. There was no way he was suggesting…THAT. But then he ground into her one more time and licked her neck in just the right way that made her shiver from head to toe. She bit back a moan as his hands came up her sides, just inches away from her now aching breasts. What harm would it do? She was in desperate need of release and he was willing. NO! What was she thinking? He had a mate. Hell, she had a mate, bastard though he might be.

“Come with me little one,” Alex whispered. “I’ll ease the ache.”

“No,” she whimpered and broke free of his tightly wound arms, falling to the floor shaking and clutching her chest. It hurt so badly, like someone had crushed it. She’d learned in the past few days that it didn’t have to be an order for her to want to comply. Strong hands picked her up and cradled her against a warm chest, potions and smoke. Her father.

“Very good little one,” Severus cooed in her ear.

If someone would have told Hermione that her stern potion’s master would be cradling her like a china doll and praising her, she’d have sent them to St. Mungos. Now though, the thought of him not holding her in his arms and cuddling was preposterous, not to mention heartbreaking. Alex’s chuckling made her want to slap him. How dare he play with her like that? She struggled out of Severus’s arms and reeled on Alex.

“Stop it! How dare you! We have mates. What in the fuck is wrong with you?”

A slow clap startled her. She spun to find Melody grinning from ear to ear. “Well done. That’s the key you know. Get angry.”

“This is ridiculous!” Hermione hissed. “It’s not helping at all.”

“Isn’t it?” Alex asked and took her in his arms. “You resisted me, even though you are in great need of release. An offer of sex is the hardest of suggestions to turn down.”

Hermione struggled in Alex’s strong grasp. “I hardly think You-Know-Who is going to offer to shag me.”

Melody giggled. “I should hope not. But he’ll be much easier to resist than Alex offering to fuck you.”

“How do you know?” Hermione asked miserably as she gave up and hung limply in her grandfather’s arms. “I can only resist these two if they are together.”

“Well, they are your family,” Melody countered. “You’ll always be quite sensitive to them.”

Before Hermione could argue, a bright silver phoenix came hurdling into the room. It opened its large beak and Dumbledore’s voice came pouring out. “Severus, I require your assistance immediately.”

“Fuck,” Severus hissed. “I’ll return shortly.”

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It had been three days since Severus had told them the horrible news and Hermione was still in shock. Her father was going to kill Dumbledore, euthanize him like a sick animal and there was nothing anyone could do about it. Alex was lying behind her on her bed, stroking her hair and offering silent comfort. The sounds of Severus and Melody’s slow lovemaking filled the air but she couldn’t bring herself to care. All she could do was stare at the wall and hope she would wake up from the nightmare.

Alex sighed heavily, breaking her trance. “Would you go with me little one?”

“Where?” Hermione asked softly.

“To Nancy’s. I can’t stand to listen to them anymore.”

“Why Nancy’s? I thought you were staying away from her.”

“I can’t help it,” Alex said, his voice strained. “I can’t pretend I don’t love her anymore…and there is only so much my hand will do.”

Hermione chuckled. “Thought you wanted to have a go at me.”

Alex grinned into her neck. “You are delectable, but no. I would think of her.”

“Why not go by yourself then?”

“Because I do not trust myself.”

Hermione snorted. “I’m not so sure you should trust me either.”

“Let’s make a deal. I’ll keep you from eating the customers if you keep me from fucking the boss.”

Hermione laughed. “I thought the whole point in going was to fuck the boss.”

“It is. I’m just not sure I can contain myself until we are safely ensconced in a secluded area. You could perhaps shuffle us into her office before I rip her clothes off and have my wicked way with her.”

“What about claiming her?” Hermione asked after a while.

Alex sighed. “Perhaps I could speak with her, let her know how difficult life could be if I were to…to-“

“Turn her,” Hermione answered. “I thought you didn’t want to give her that choice.”

Alex groaned. “I’m a weak, selfish old man. I’m so lonely it is painful. There hasn’t been anyone of merit since Melody’s mother. Nancy is…she’s all I have, really.”

Hermione scoffed. “You have us. It’s strange really. I’ve only known you a week and I feel like we’ve been together forever. Melody too.”

“That is the vampire’s blessing and curse. Bonds are strong; families are easily made and hard to destroy. Are you sure you’ll be able to handle the pressures of going to a school full of mortals, especially when your father reverts back to the bastard of the dungeons?”

“That’s the greasy bat of the dungeons, actually,” Hermione said with a giggle. “And I’ll persevere.”

Alex hummed. “Tell me little one, since you are coming along in your submissive skills, would you like to pursue something entirely frivolous and extremely fun?”

“What’s that?” Hermione asked curiously.

“Shapeshifting.”

“You think I’m ready for that?” Hermione asked with wide eyes.

“Why not? You can do everything else.”

“Isn’t that incredibly hard? Most wizards spend years trying to find their animagus forms.”

“Yes but they aren’t vampires,” Alex countered. “For us, it’s instinct, a simple willing of form. You might very well have an animal thingy that wizards do, but shapeshifting is more than that. We can become mist and shadow, able to blend in to almost any background.”

Hermione chewed on her bottom lip. “How can I blend into shadows when I can’t see them?”

“You can see them,” Alex chided. “You just haven’t noticed. Will you be going with me to Nancy’s?”

Hermione sighed. “Why not? Just… please keep me from killing someone.”

“Of course,” Alex cooed. “We’ll grab a quick bite first. Perhaps then I can control myself as well.”

Hermione chuckled. “Let’s go then.”

“Be back by morning,” Severus called. “I’m expecting company.”

“Who?” Alex asked.

“Wormtail,” Severus hissed. “I would appreciate it if he had a most unfortunate accident.”

“Done,” Alex said.

They stopped in a little alley a few blocks from Spinner’s End and found a couple of vandals to feed from before they pulled into the diner. Hermione immediately stiffened upon their arrival. Draco was there.

Alex growled. “Where the fuck is the little ferret?” Hermione gave him a questioning glance, to which he grinned. “Melody took me in a pensive with her to watch that particular moment.” His carefree expression faded into one of concern. “Are you going to be okay little one?”

Hermione took a deep breath before opening her eyes. “I can resist.”

They were immediately seated at the same table in the back. Nancy came out with two metal cups and Hermione had to bite back a grin when Alex’s eyes flickered indigo for a few moments. She placed a steadying hand on his arm. She needed to locate Draco before Alex took Nancy.

“There,” Hermione breathed. “He’s in a booth in the corner, disillusioned.”

“How can you tell?” Alex asked, finishing off his blood and setting his cup to the side.

“I can see the ripple every now and then,” Hermione said. Sure enough, her eyes locked on the spot and she saw a waiver of light against the table. “Yes, definitely him.”

“You can see invisible wizards but not shadows?” Alex asked, a grin plastered on his face.

Hermione huffed. “It’s a displacement of light, not the absence of it.”

“Oh really,” Alex asked with a quirked eyebrow. “Come and sit on my lap. Act like you like me.”

Hermione crossed her arms and shot him a calculating look. “Why should I?”

Alex snickered. “You’re getting much better. One, I want you to see the same thing I do. Two, it’s going to drive your mate insane. Perhaps you can crack Draco’s resolve and save your father the heartache.”

Hermione’s face immediately fell. “It’s not fair.”

“Life never is,” Alex said sadly. “Come now little one. Sit in my lap and we’ll discuss whatever pops up.”

Hermione snorted. “Discuss that with Nancy. I’d rather learn to see shadows.”

“Fine, if I must,” Alex said with a long suffering sigh and a smothered grin.

Hermione shook her head and sat his lap. “She’s not going to be able to walk right for a week.”

“I hope so,” Alex said smugly. “You’ve become amazingly jaded in the past few days.”

“How so?” Hermione asked, staring where Alex pointed. She honestly only saw a hallway.

“You’ve gone from blushing every time your parents kiss to bringing yourself off in front of everyone.”

“You ordered it,” Hermione said tersely, remembering the day before quite well.

She’d just turned down Alex’s offer for a quick shag only to be ordered to watch. She couldn’t refuse. Severus ripped Melody’s clothing off and shoved her down in his lap. Hermione was sitting in Alex’s lap facing them. She was suddenly nude but couldn’t care less, mesmerized by the twin looks of ecstasy on her parents’ faces as they started a slow rhythm.

“Touch yourself little one,” Alex whispered. She could feel his nude body beneath her. “I won’t touch but you need this. Give yourself a little pleasure. You might be shocked at the results.”

Hermione, beyond mortified, couldn’t resist as she brought one hand up to her breast to tease her already hardened nipples. Her other hands snaked through her curls to rest at her clit. It didn’t take long for her to start bucking up into her hand, Alex’s moans in her ear spurring her on as she inadvertently rubbed against his cock. Her sharp cry was answered by three others. When it was over, she could hardly blink. Relaxation as close to sleep as she’d come since her turning was a welcome side effect.

“You needed it,” Alex chuckled in her ear and brought her out of the past with a start. “We are sexual creatures, but you have to admit, the afterglow is as close to sleeping as you can get.”

“I know,” Hermione sighed. “And I am disgusted with myself because I don’t really care.”

“You aren’t losing yourself little one. You are merely discovering another facet of your new life. I doubt you’ll be stripping down and giving all of Gryffindor a show anytime soon.”

“I should think not,” Hermione huffed. “What am I supposed to be looking for anyway?”

“The hallway is not lit. Look toward the ceiling. Do you notice a bright spot anywhere?”

“No,” Hermione said softly. “I can see where the fixture is.”

“Compare it to the fixtures in this room. Do you notice a difference?”

“Well, yes actually. They are bright white and that one is just sort of…void of color.”

“And that is precisely what you are looking for,” Alex continued. “Look at the floor in front of the hallway. It changes from bright yellow to a dull grey. The dull areas are shadows. Look around, tell me if you see any more.”

Hermione did a slow scan of the diner. “Wow, I never noticed all the places where the color is dull.”

“Those are the shadows. See? You can see them. Just find one of those areas and you can blend in.”

Hermione grinned at the new knowledge she had. Then she turned a sly eye to her grandfather. “So when are you going to stop stalling and go fuck your mate?”

“Honestly, such language,” Alex chided. “Where on earth did you get that foul mouth?”

“Your daughter,” Hermione sighed.

“That explains a lot, actually,” Alex chuckled. “You’ll have to curb your tongue when you return.”

“I know,” Hermione said, her face falling. “And for the first time, I’m sad and not afraid.”

“Why little one?”

She sighed sadly. “I’m sure I can control myself around my friends but…I’ve changed so much. I have a foul mouth, an insatiable sex drive, and I love to cuddle. I just seems so cold now, to go without touching someone when I used to be appalled.”

Alex nodded. “It is hard to go from having a personal space bubble to being a tactile creature, instinctively searching out connections and warmth. I would advise you to tell your friends sooner rather than later. At least that way, you won’t have to make excuses for your new behaviors.”

“The twins said that Ron was almost as scared of vampires as he was spiders, and that’s saying something. Harry…I don’t know. He might accept me. He accepted Remus without a blink.”

“There you go then,” Alex said. “Tell Harry first and then let him guide you in telling Ron. I would advise you to stop there though. If knowledge should get out of our existence, if they knew I could make more like myself, the covens would destroy all of us. They still believe Melody and Severus are dark.”

Hermione cringed at that thought. “I’ll have to play it by ear, but I’ll leave as many out of it as I can.”

“Clever witch,” Alex said affectionately.

“Thank you,” Hermione beamed and jumped off his lap. She noticed that the diner had emptied out and had the closed sign flashing in the window. This was her chance. “Now, stop stalling. NANCY!”

“Yes dear?” Nancy asked softly, poking her head out from the kitchen.

“Alex wants to talk to you,” Hermione said, trying desperately to smother her grin.

“Oh, is something wrong?” Nancy looked worried and glanced nervously at the metal glasses.

Hermione grinned. “Not at all, but I’d prefer you both have this conversation…erm…in your office?”

“There’s a window in there,” Alex murmured. “I don’t want her uncomfortable.”

“I’ll put a spell on it,” Hermione assured him and practically pushed him through the kitchen and into the office after Nancy. She spun and cast a redirection spell on the window. Now anyone wishing to look in would suddenly realize that there were dish cloths that needed cleaning. Most of the workers would be gone soon anyway.

“What did you need to talk to me about?” Nancy shyly asked Alex who was still as a statue.

Hermione huffed and silently thanked her new mother for her newfound lack of tact and decorum. “Oh for goodness sakes, he wants to fuck you. You’re his mate, Nancy. That’s why you smell like flowers to him. But to claim you, he has to turn you. You’ll either be dark and soulless or light like he is but you’ll have to fight. It’s not all glamorous, being a bloodsucking fiend hell bent on seeking pleasure. You’ll have to make a decision. He won’t be able to hide from the coven forever. I’ll leave you two to it.”

“Hermione!” Alex snapped as she zipped out of the kitchen.

She placed her back to the wall and couldn’t stop the laugh that bubbled up through her throat. It felt so delicious to defy her grandfather like that. His annoyance was a small amount of pain in relation to the immense amount of pleasure she had just brought to him. In fact, she could hear them now. Nancy was wholeheartedly for the turning and Alex was hard pressed not to take her right then.

She felt a pleasant pulse in her nether regions at the feral growl he let out. She wondered if Draco would be as dominating as Alex and Severus were. Visions of his blonde hair swinging back and forth across his face as he took her filled her mind. Would he be as muscular as Severus? How tall would he be when he reached his adult height? The thought brought shivers down her spine. She did adore tall men.

“You’re beautiful when you let your guard down.”

Hermione’s eyes shot open in shock. She’s almost forgotten Draco was in the diner, but there he was, inches from her face. His silvery eyes seemed to cut through her. They held an emotion that she could gauge well, lust. He placed a hand on her cheek.

“Go away Draco,” she whispered

“You don’t want me to,” Draco said, his voice husky. He started placing butterfly kisses down her neck.

“No I really do,” Hermione whimpered. “Please go away.”

“What is that Alex guy doing?” Draco asked softly, moving over to her collar bone.

“Why do you care?” Hermione managed to ask.

“Because he left you all alone…defenseless.” He leaned up to kiss her lips.

Visions of Voldemort came flooding through her mind. Severus said Draco was supposed to kill the headmaster this year! That thought steeled her against the desperate pull he was creating. She managed to push him away and slam him back into the kitchen door, wand jabbed under his chin.

“I am not defenseless,” she hissed, ignoring the way her chest throbbed. “If anything, you should be terrified of me Draco. Stay away or your new Lord will be the least of your worries you foul, evil little ferret.”

Draco’s eyes were wide with shock and a hint of fear. She could smell the confusion coming off of him; then suddenly, his scent changed. Smelling emotions was much harder for her, since she hadn’t experienced a range of them. Enlightenment smelled like adrenaline mixed with shock.

“It’s you,” Draco spat.

Hermione cocked her head, trying to portray amusement. “I’ve always been me.”

“No,” Draco said, acid in his voice. “You used that move on me third year, Granger.”

“Who?” Hermione wasn’t fast enough to hide her emotions from him. He smirked and she cursed herself but never wavered. She could feel her chest seizing from the overwhelming amount of anger and resentment coming from her mate. Melody was right. Rejection was painful, so very painful.

“Little lioness finally decided her place did she, at the foot of a snake? Tell me, how long have you craved Snape’s cock, hmm?”

“I don’t know what you are talking about,” Hermione said coldly. “But this sudden change of heart is rich coming from someone who wanted me only moments ago. Melody was right. You aren’t man enough to handle the truth. I wouldn’t be surprised if you were just like your rapist father.”

“I’m nothing like him!” Draco roared and managed to dislodge her wand in the blink of an eye.

He had her pinned back up against the door, just from the sheer force of his emotions. She thought for a second that her heart had stopped beating. He was practically a seething mass of anger. His bruising grip on her arms grounded her. Her instincts told her that she deserved this for upsetting her mate but her mind knew better.

“You’re not?” She asked softly. “Certainly could have fooled me. After all, a rapist wouldn’t painfully pin their prey to the wall and scream at them. Of course not. Pardon me for not calling it right.”

Draco let go of her like he’d been burned, horror evident in his eyes as he stared at the red marks he’d left on her arms. She wasn’t concerned about them. They’d heal in moments but at least she’d made him think. She wasn’t afraid of him any longer. The pain was unbearable but she would persevere.

Hermione took a deep breath and shook her head. “Go back to your master Draco. You can’t tell him about me anyway. I should have known you hadn’t really changed.”

“Granger,” Draco said softly, as if asking her what was happening to him.

“No Draco,” Hermione said, her voice cracking. “Just go. Find yourself a proper pureblood.”

“But-“

“Go!” Hermione screamed even as she felt her heart break in two.

She almost collapsed in the floor but was caught by two strong arms. She didn’t have to look to know it was her grandfather. Draco was still staring at her with wide eyes. It took everything she had not to cry. He couldn’t know what she was, not now and not ever. Regardless of how she’d daydreamed about him being different, he’d never change. She knew that now.

“Shhh little one,” Alex said as he stroked her hair. “It’s alright. I am so proud of you. You did it you sweet little witch. You did it. No one controls you anymore. You are ready sweetheart. You are ready.”

“I want m-my mother,” Hermione managed to croak out.

“Of course,” Alex said and then glared at Draco who was still standing there, a look of shock on his face. “You get out you little coward.”

Hermione managed to look away from her mate’s trembling form. She couldn’t decide what he was feeling at the current moment. Fear, horror, shock, sorrow, it was all jumbled with a new smell, one she hadn’t encountered before. It clogged her nose and made her want to choke. “Is that anise?”

“Fuck.” Alex snapped and sat her up quickly. “Son of a bitch. They’ve found me.”

“What do you mean?” Hermione asked, fear creeping up her neck.

“It’s the coven. They keep their eyes sharp, waiting for the day that I break the rules…and I just did.”

“Oh gods, Nancy,” Hermione breathed.

“Yes,” Alex said gravely and pulled Nancy into the dining room with them. “Will you be alright?”

“I’ll live,” Hermione said softly and then realized what was about to happen. “Alex, I can’t apparate yet! How are we going to get out of here?”

“We’re not,” Alex answered. “Not without a fight.”

“What will they want?”

“The same thing they always want, my head on a platter.”

Hermione bit her lip in thought, her mind whirling in thought. “They’ve made deals in the past.”

“Yes, as a group little one. Not as a duo.”

“A duo?”

“Use your senses. There is a subtle hint of deadly nightshade, is their not?”

Hermione closed her eyes and took a deep breath. There it was, just below the anise, like a creeping mist. It wasn’t easy to detect unless one was looking for it. She took out her wand and cast a privacy bubble around them, inadvertently making it large enough for Draco to be enveloped as well.

“Alex, they can’t hear us at the moment. You’ve got to tell me what we’re up against. I’m not strong enough to fight them yet.”

“I’ll say,” Alex huffed. “Lysander is the leader, a dominant strong enough to wield other dominants, much like that Dark Lord you are at war with. His sidekick is Zander.”

“Tell me about their powers Alex,” Hermione said while running over every spell in her mind that might help. “I need to know their weaknesses.”

“Well, light and silver obviously,” Alex said. “They’re stronger, faster, more blood thirsty, and have the greatest pull I’ve ever witnessed in my life. They use the darkness to call.”

“That’s not good,” Hermione breathed. She remembered her first lesson on resisting the Dark Arts. It ended with her on the floor begging to be put under a spell to suck her life force away.

“You fought it once,” Alex said softly. “You can do it again little one.”

Hermione wasn’t sure though. She didn’t know a spell for sunlight or silver. Those were probably their only advantages. Frantic breathing caught her attention and she turned to see a confused Draco staring at her. Maybe he’d been taught how to defend himself against them.

“Draco, I know you hate me,” she began. “But your life is in very great danger. I need your help.”

Draco sneered. “First I’m a rapist and I should leave and now you need my help?”

“Draco, we don’t have time for this! There are two very dangerous vampires out there.”

Draco narrowed his eyes in suspicion. “How do you know that?”

“It doesn’t matter Draco! Do you or do you not know any spells that can stop them?”

“Too late,” Alex whispered right before the kitchen door exploded in a shower of splinters.

Running on pure instinct, Hermione had pushed Draco all the way across the diner and under a table, placing her body in between his and the vampires. She cast a hurried glance around to see that Alex was right beside her, his large frame shielding his petite mate under a chair.

“Well, well, how noble of you Alex, to shield your meal.”

Hermione looked up and had to choke back a startled gasp. The men could have been twins, long flowing chestnut hair and indigo eyes made for striking features. They weren’t as tall or muscular as Alex, but size wasn’t everything. These men the strongest vampires Alex had ever met. She sensed she needed to keep quiet. Thankfully, Draco was silent as well.

“It’s rude to interrupt,” Alex growled and pushed Nancy behind Hermione.

“Come now,” the man on the left said. He was wearing a blood red medallion around his neck in the shape of a heart. “You’ve never had a problem sharing a meal with us in the past.”

“She’s not a meal,” Alex hissed.

The man on the right, the one wearing a purple choker, gave a cruel chuckle. “Well now, it seems Alex has finally found his mate.”

“And yet…she is still mortal,” the man on the left growled.

“Lysander,” Alex said with a bowed head to the left hand man. “She’s already agreed to turning. She just needs to tie up loose ends.”

“And it has taken her years to do so?” the other man asked.

“Zander,” Alex spat hatefully. “Humans do not run on our time frame. I did not intend to claim her before tonight.”

“Change of heart?” Zander asked with a smirk. Alex didn’t dignify it with a response.

“You have a little one,” Lysander purred. “Why did you not inform us of her arrival?”

“It was a shock,” Alex answered. “I just found out a week ago and have been assisting with her training.”

“Severus not up to it?” Zander asked in barely contained glee.

“He is a most excellent teacher,” Alex answered quickly. “She has a task that she wishes to finish and must be in top condition in a few months. Two teachers are faster than one. Surely you know that.”

“Do not mock me,” Zander growled.

Alex scoffed. “I am not. It is not my fault that you see it that way.”

Zander hissed and started to lunge for Alex but was held back by an amused Lysander. “It seems young Zander is still a bit aggravated for the loss of his mate Alex.”

Anger radiated from Alex so strongly that Hermione shivered. “She was never his true mate to begin with. It is not my fault that he’s greedy and sought another who was not his and lost both.”

Lysander quirked an elegant eyebrow at that statement and turned to a seething Zander. “That is true Zander. You know the laws. Melody had a destined mate and found him before she was even turned.”

“She was mine!” Zander hissed.

“And yet she refused to bow to you, even as a child!” Alex growled.

“She just needed time,” Zander spat.

“Eternity wouldn’t be long enough,” Alex scoffed. “This is an old fight Lysander. Surely holding a grudge this long is frowned upon.”

“There is no need,” Zander said softly, his eyes alight with joy. “I believe I have found a replacement.”

Hermione thought she was going to be sick. The vampire’s eyes were trained directly on her. He wanted her. She could feel the pull, almost as strong as the urge to grab Draco and run.

“No!” Alex roared when he realized what Zander was looking at. “You will not take her.”

“You have no say Alex,” Zander said, his fangs gleaming in the low light. “She has no mate, therefore, I can stake my claim.”

“She does have a mate!” Alex said frantically. “She does.”

Zander scoffed. “The one that smells…singed? He’s hardly worthy of her. I am a much better match.”

“She’s ten times better than you’ll ever be,” Alex hissed. “You aren’t strong enough to command her.”

“Watch me!” Zander roared and flashed across the room.

Before Hermione could blink, she was being pinned to the floor in the middle of the room by her neck. The thick scent of deadly nightshade burned her nose as she struggled to get out of his grasp. She’d die before she let him claim her. In the struggle, the glamour clip fell off. It startled Zander, causing him to loosen his grip enough for her break away and run behind Alex. She shook like a leaf but refused to show weakness. She had faced the toughest Death Eaters. She wasn’t going to break now.

“What is this magic?” Zander whispered, his eyes wide at Hermione’s appearance change.

“You forget her mother is a witch,” Alex said smugly. “Just another reason why you aren’t worthy.”

“It makes no difference,” Zander said, shaking his head. The bloodthirsty look on his face made Hermione want to whimper. “She will be mine.”

“Ah,” Alex said with a quirked finger. “You’re forgetting laws. I’m sure Lysander would appreciate it.”

The other vampire who had been silently watching the show merely tilted his head. “I’m afraid Alex is right Zander. You must make a proposition first.”

“Fine,” Zander sneered. “But he has to relinquish his hold on her.”

Alex chuckled. “Do you see me forcefully holding her behind me?”

“Command her to come to me then!” Zander demanded.

“Why?” Alex asked lightly. “Command her yourself…unless you can’t handle such a tiny girl.”

“What is her name?” Zander sneered.

Alex grinned. “You should ask her.”

“Enough of this! Girl, come here and kneel.”

Hermione felt the tug in her chest that suggested she do as she was told. It was strange, foreign to her. She had no desire to please this vampire that called to her. It reminded her of the pull of darkness when she was turning, false promises and emptiness. There was no way she was going to give in to that.

“I said come before me and kneel!” Zander thundered.

Hermione cringed at the sheer force that the command exerted on her. Her knees trembled. There was something else, Alex’s calming influence that told her to stay steady and strong. There was another pull, one that demanded she kill the bastard and run. Where did that one come from?

She turned her head slightly to see Draco, his body now in front of Nancy, his wand out and at the ready. He looked angry, angrier than she’d ever seen him and yet she didn’t feel as if it was directed at her. No, it was directed at the vampire that was currently stalking over to her, murder on his face. She squeaked in shock as she was jerked across the room. Thankfully, she was still standing.

“Let’s see how tough you are when you aren’t hiding,” Zander hissed. “Kneel girl. I won’t ask again.”

Hermione hissed as the ache of his demand set in. It was the same as before, the crushing darkness threating to consume her. She knew she would have lost had she not been trained. The pull was almost unbearable and all she had to do was hit the floor to make it stop. It would have been all too easy to give in. Not now though. She couldn’t feel Alex’s pull anymore but it didn’t matter. She was going to fight the little blood sucking leach. Wait, that wasn’t her thought. She realized it was one of Draco’s. She could still feel his presence. It brought a smile to her face and she dared to look Zander in the eyes.

Pain bloomed across her face as she was viciously backhanded across the room. She felt her back hit something solid, heard shattering glass; Nancy was screaming. Two shouts were louder than the other sounds though. One was her grandfather, demanding Zander be reined in. The other was a shout from Draco, calling Zander a weak coward for resorting to violence.

Hermione managed to open her rapidly swelling eyes to see chaos. Zander and Alex were viciously tearing at one another while Lysander tried to grab Draco. She couldn’t understand why the vampire didn’t go closer until she realized Draco was holding a silver crucifix. Visions of her crossing two sticks against her attacker filled her mind. At least Draco was more prepared.

Zander dove across the room, yanking Nancy out from under the table by her leg. A sickening snap sounded followed by an enraged cry from Alex. Her godfather blurred out of sight only to reappear a blink later. Nancy’s body fell to the floor in a heap, Zander landing beside her seconds later. His neck was torn open, thick black blood gushing from the wound.

“I need silver!” Alex screamed. His call was answered when Draco ran backwards, throwing his only protection against Lysander at him. Alex slammed the cross into Zander’s chest and hissed in victory when his body exploded in a ton of ash.

“What is she to you?”

Hermione realized too late that Draco was now dangling from Lysander’s grasp. Draco didn’t have the crucifix anymore and was defenseless. His face was turning ashy from lack of oxygen.

“Why fight for her?”

Draco stared down at Lysander, defiance in his eyes. The vampire sat him down and released his hold just enough for Draco to gasp for breath. It was almost silent, his windpipe obviously crushed but Hermione could make out his strangled reply.

“Mine.”

Lysander’s eyes narrowed at the reply. “Really? Then you should join her.”

There was nothing anyone could have done to stop it. Crimson flowed from Draco’s neck before he was unceremoniously dropped to the floor. The vampire spat out a mouthful of skin and sneered.

“I’ll give you leave this time Alex. Zander has been a thorn in my side for many years and I’m glad to be rid of him. I won’t be so lenient next time. See that the rules are followed.”

Hermione watched in horror as the vampire disappeared into mist and flowed out the door. Draco clawed at the gaping wound in his neck, his life force slowly ebbing away. She scrambled up from her sprawled position against a window and stumbled over to him, ignoring the pain.

“Alex, what do I do?”

“I don’t know,” Alex whispered, his hands clutching tightly Nancy.

“Is she…is she?”

“No, she’s alive,” Alex choked. “Barely.”

Hermione looked around, frantically searching for her wand. It had been knocked out of her back pocket during her fall. She spotted Draco’s though, lying in the floor just inches from his head. She grabbed it, feeling a welcomed tingle shoot through her arm, and muttered every healing charm she knew. The skin around the wound was stubborn but started knitting closed. She didn’t even register the blood, her concern too great for Draco’s life.

“There!” Hermione cried when the wound was finally staunched. “It should hold until we get home. Draco, can you hear me?”

“B-“ Draco tried to scratch out. “Bu-bu-“

“Oh gods. Draco, does it burn? Answer me! Is your throat burning?”

“Y-ye-“

“Oh Merlin. Lysander injected him!” Hermione cried.

“Alright little one, calm down,” Alex said, placing Nancy gently on the floor and crawling over to her. “We’ll give him the choice, okay?”

“Yes, yes the choice,” Hermione cried. “Oh gods, this is my fault.”

“No, it’s mine,” Alex said gravely. “But there isn’t much time. Draco, I need you to listen to me. You have three choices right now. You will become a vampire if we do nothing and you will lose your soul. We can suck out the venom and your blood. You’ll die Draco, no coming back. Or you can drink our blood. We’re vampires too, very different ones. We can walk in the daylight but you’ll have to fight for your soul, fight as hard as you can to keep it. The choice is yours but you don’t have long. The venom will spread to the point of no return in less than five minutes.”

Draco opened his mercurial eyes to gaze upon Hermione but she knew from experience that he couldn’t see her. They already had that glassy look, the venom spreading rapidly in his body. She shed tears at how breathtakingly beautiful he looked in that moment, eyes large and beseeching, hair as bright as the moon. She couldn’t make this choice for him though. He had to do it himself.

“Want…live,” Draco managed to splutter. “Keep…soul.”

“Very well,” Alex said softly. “Hermione, we’ll need to drain him quickly. His blood is going to burn your throat and make you weak. You’ll need to feed almost every day after this because you are so new. Then I need you to allow him to drink from you. He’s as dark as Severus. He’ll need your light to guide him.”

Hermione nodded her ascent and lowered her lips to his neck. Alex was right, it stung her throat horribly to swallow the thick blood. Draco tasted of home. It was the most intoxicating blood she’d ever consumed, despite the pain. She could sense his heart fluttering and feel his arousal peaking but he was struggling to hold back, just as she had.

“Let it happen Draco,” she whispered softly, repeating her father’s words. “It will help with the turning.”

Not leaving anything to chance, she ran her hand over the large bulge in his trousers and squeezed. The blood changed flavor as he cried out hoarsely, his cock jerking furiously from his release. His heart gave out a pitiful thump of protest before beating erratically.

“That’s enough,” Alex said frantically. “You must release or it will be too late! Slit your wrist with your fang and let him drink,” Alex ordered.

Hermione nodded and watched in fascination as Draco choked down mouthfuls of her blood. The ruby red substance coated his lips, mesmerizing her. How ironic, that her muddy blood should be the substance that would save his very life. He collapsed a few moments later. Now they had to wait.

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Hermione was beside herself with worry. It had been three days since Draco had been bitten…and he hadn’t moved. She remembered her plight quite well, pain filled and full of her mad ranting and screams. He was still as death.

He looked angelic laying there, only a sheet protecting his modesty. The jagged flesh on his neck had healed, leaving only pristine alabaster skin behind. He’d grown several inches, practically before her eyes. His chest widened, muscles becoming prominent in a profile that the ancient gods would have envied. His face had become more squared and aristocratic in nature. In short, he was perfection.

“How is he?” Melody asked from the doorway.

“No change,” Hermione whispered. “Well, no signs that he can hear me.”

“Severus did the same thing,” Melody said wistfully. “So strong. He absolutely refused to cry out, years of having it beat into him I guess.”

“You think Lucius beat Draco?”

Melody snorted. “I know he did, the bastard. He was forever knocking Draco in the head with that blasted cane. More than once, I cast an echo spell on him so he could feel the pain he had caused but it only lasted a few days and he would return to his old ways.”

“How will we know when the darkness overtakes him?” Hermione asked, absentmindedly stroking through the silky soft tresses at Draco’s temples.

“It shouldn’t be long now,” Melody said with a frown. “It usually takes about three or four days. It has to happen after most of the body morphs though. Any earlier, the body dies and no more growing can occur.”

Hermione nodded and gazed at Draco’s well-muscled abdomen again. “Well, he’s certainly grown.”

Melody chuckled. “Yes he is quite striking isn’t he? I always knew he would be. Lucius is a beautiful man, if only on the outside. Coupled with Narcissa’s softness, he’s a perfect mix. Hopefully his soul isn’t as tainted. Still, that Dark Mark is worrying.”

“Why?” Hermione asked. “Didn’t Severus have his?”

Melody nodded. “I often wondered if that was why Severus was so still. It makes the darkness harder to resist. You’ll have to fight with him sweetheart. I’m not sure he can do it on his own.”

“Why didn’t he just leave it alone?” Hermione asked for the millionth time. “He didn’t have to fight…and then this wouldn’t have happened.”

Melody sighed. “Well, I am grateful that he did. Zander has been a constant worry to me for years and I only wish I had been there to see him extinguished.”

“Lysander didn’t have to turn him,” Hermione said angrily.

Melody shook her head. “Lysander is a stickler for the rules and Draco made a declaration in his book. He doesn’t believe in random acts of bravery or kindness anymore.”

“How old is Lysander?”

“I believe he was reborn sometime in the 1500s. I guess that’s nearly five centuries, plenty of time to lose whatever human feelings he did have.”

“What do you mean? I thought dark vampires were purely instinctual.”

“They are, but newborns retain their human qualities just as you did. They lose them the longer they are indoctrinated into the life. Think about how much you’ve changed over the past month. You don’t think twice about traipsing around nude. You don’t bat an eye when we kiss you. You’re more than willing to cuddle with us...and your sexual urges aren’t a secret anymore.”

Hermione flushed. “Well, that is still awkward, but I understand. How much more of myself will I lose?”

“You shouldn’t lose any more,” Melody said comfortingly. “Your compassion, loyalty, affinity for learning, none of that is going away like it would as a dark vampire. You’ll just be sexually liberal and overly affectionate in addition to your other traits.”

“In other words, I’ll be completely different.”

“Nah. You’ve managed to tear halfway through Severus’s library. Are you retaining any of that?”

“Oh yes!” Hermione said excitedly. “I’ve been reading on vampires. I want to see which theories are true. For example, it says vampires can’t cross moving water or walk on hallowed ground. Is that true?”

Melody’s jaw dropped before she started giggling. It continued until she fell in the floor with a thud. “Ow. Oh Hermione, you are too much. Moving water is a myth. After all, where have we been spending most of our training time? Or, perhaps a better question, how are you keeping clean?”

Hermione looked down in embarrassment. Of course it would be that simple. Still, it could have been a variable. “Well…what about dark vampires?”

“They are the same,” Melody assured her. “The only differences are that we have to breathe and we can resist daylight and silver. As for hallow ground, it depends on Faith. If, for instance, a devout Catholic were taking care of the grounds, then it would ward against the soulless. Dark vampires wouldn’t be able to enter where as we could. Cursed though we may be, we do still possess a soul.”

Hermione nodded. “Other things sound silly, like garlic. I wonder where the rumor got started."

“Honestly? Have you ever smelled garlic? It’s really potent, burns the nose. I’m sure you like to avoid strong smells as surely as we all do. That’s where it came from. The humans just didn’t realize it was the potency rather than the ingredient. They would have done just as well with skunk spray.”

Hermione chuckled. “I’d rather not smell that. Magic is enough to make my nose tingle.”

“Well, that does take some getting used to. In fact, that’s one of the reasons Sev is so surly the first couple of weeks back. It isn’t the children, which is grating because they all smell so delicious. It’s the magical influx. His nose is burning and he’s in pain. You will be too…and Draco…if he pulls through this.”

“How will we know when the darkness descends?”

“You’ll feel it…a pull in your chest. When that happens, call for us and we’ll all come and fight with you. It helps to have more than one contact with the world…especially family.”

Hermione’s brow’s furrowed. “But…you didn’t turn him, I did. Will you still be family?”

“Oh yes,” Melody nodded. “We’ll still be his mother and father because we are your mother and father. I mean, my father’s position is unique since he is actually my real father as well but even if he weren’t, he’d still be your grandfather. Does that make sense?”

“I guess so,” Hermione said. She sighed softly, trying not to voice her fears.

“What is it that bothers you so, little one?”

“It doesn’t change after this,” Hermione said softly. “I’m still a mudblood.”

“Do NOT use that word,” Severus’s voice cut in. She looked up to see him standing in the doorway. “You are a brilliant woman who will have the world at your feet. You know, I’ve always thought that although muggleborns have the disadvantage in the wizarding world, they were stronger than purebloods.”

“How so?” Hermione asked. “Every time I think about it, I get angry all over again. They can get away with using magic, live around magical items, know all the customs and so on and so forth. The only reason I knew about anything was because I read Hogwarts: A History.”

“And that, I think, is what sets you apart,” Severus said softly. “When you are raised in a magical setting, you tend to take certain things for granted.”

“Was-” Hermione shook her head to stop from asking. She didn’t want to dredge up painful memories for Severus. She knew enough.

Severus sighed and sat down at the foot of the bed. “She was just as curious as you were, always full of questions. I answered what I could but some things you just have to see for yourself.”

“I’ll say,” Hermione breathed. “My first trip to Diagon alley was…amazing. I tried to act like I’d been expecting everything at Hogwarts but I was just as awed as everyone else, possibly even more so…except maybe for Harry.”

“What do you mean?” Melody asked softly.

“You don’t know?” Hermione asked.

“Know what?” Melody asked.

“Harry didn’t learn he was a wizard until his eleventh birthday,” Hermione said.

“Well,” Melody said with a furrowed brow. “I knew he was raised by muggles, but his aunt knew all about the magical world, even begged Dumbledore to attend Hogwarts.”

“Really?” Hermione asked with wide eyes.

“Really,” Severus said. “He told her that it wasn’t possible so she called her sister a freak in retaliation.”

Hermione nodded sadly. “That sounds like her. Harry lived in a cupboard under the stairs until he was eleven. They only gave him his cousin’s spare bedroom out of fear. He’s locked in there every summer, only gets let out a few times a day. They barely feed him and make him serve as their maid and cook.”

“That’s horrible!” Melody said, her eyes glowing in anger. “Oh, I ought to give them a piece of my mind.”

“We can’t,” Severus said sadly. “While I am appalled at Potter’s living conditions, he has to stay there. There are protections in place that keep him safe. Now, have you eaten today?”

Hermione shook her head. “Nancy ran out of blood and Alex didn’t want her to go out for more, what with Lysander sniffing around…at least until she’s turned.”

“Well, let’s see what we can scrounge up for you,” Melody said brightly. “Perhaps the Dark Lord will send Wormtail again. Rat he may be, he eats well enough to feed all of us.”

“How many times can you obliviate him before he loses his mind?” Hermione wondered aloud.

“Does it matter?” Melody asked coldly. “I wouldn’t mind if that fucking rat was a vegetable.”

“The Dark Lord would get suspicious,” Severus said gravely. “He might visit in person.”

“Merlin no!” Melody shivered. “Meeting that maniacal bastard once was enough for me thanks.”

“When did you meet him?” Hermione asked curiously.

“When he came to recruit some Death Eaters our seventh year.” Melody visibly shuddered. “I was terrified he’d caught me coming out of a shadow but he barely blinked.”

“Alex was going to teach me how to become shadow,” Hermione said wistfully as she gently stroked over Draco’s brows. “He’d just taught me how to discern them before…well, just before.”

“When Draco wakes up, we’ll pick your lessons up again,” Melody said softly.

A low groan filled the room, causing Hermione to jump in shock. It was Draco. She held onto his hand tightly, silently offering him her strength.

“It’s begun,” Severus whispered. “Do you feel it?”

Yes, she could feel it, a heaviness settling in her chest and chilling her. “I do. Will you help?”

“Of course,” Melody said. “Cradle his head on your chest so he can hear your heartbeat. Grab his hand and let him feel you. Sev, get his other hand. The rest of us will get his legs and chest.”

“Will Nancy be safe?” Hermione gasped, worrying for her wellbeing.

“Of course,” Melody reassured her. “You’ve grown used to her smell now and Draco isn’t going anywhere for a few days. Sev and I certainly aren’t going to bite her.”

Hermione bit her lip and nodded. A guttural cry ripped through Draco’s chest, making her ears ring. He was suffering horribly and the only thing she could do was talk to him. Alex and Nancy showed up moments later and took their places. This was going to be hard.

“Draco, I know you can hear me,” Hermione started out somewhat timidly. “The darkness lies. It wants your soul Draco. It will take it without a second thought and leave you with nothing. I-I know the task your master gave you Draco. It’s…horrible but if you give in to the darkness, your life is forfeit anyway. Fight it. Be the strong man I know you can be. We’ll help you if you’ll just fight Draco.”

Tears started rolling down her face and she couldn’t be bothered to wipe them away. Draco had started thrashing and screaming, pleading to make the pain stop, asking if the darkness could help. It broke her heart. She never could stand to see someone in pain. The fact that he was her mate, despite all the harsh words he’d uttered to her in the past, made it worse.

“Hermione!” Draco screamed, a desperate plea from his tortured soul.

Hermione trembled as she answered him. “I’m here Draco. I won’t leave you. I know we haven’t had the best relationship but I’m not going to abandon you. Fight it with everything you have. You could be so much better than that disgusting bastard’s plaything. You’ve seen what he’s done to your father, locked up in Azkaban. He doesn’t care for you and the darkness doesn’t either Draco. They are alike, false promises and empty words. It lies Draco. It doesn’t love you. It doesn’t want to help you. It only wants one thing and when it gets it, it will leave you in pain and darkness forever.”

“So tired,” Draco whispered brokenly.

“I know,” Hermione cried. “I’ve been where you are Draco. It doesn’t seem like it will end right now but it will. Fight it. Send the darkness away. Tell it to leave. Reach for the light. You still have a chance Draco. No one has to know about this. They’ll never be able to tell if you’ll just keep fighting.”

Hermione broke down in great sobs as she watched her mate battle with the darkness. She could feel it pressing down, weaving a seductive web, luring him like a spider. Her father took over then. He spoke of his journey, his battle with the darkness and bitterness. Alex continued with his story about the dark vampires, inhuman monsters. They all spoke of love and sacrifice. The entire time, Hermione willed him to listen while bathing him with blood stained tears. His hair had taken on a pink hue from the sheer amount of them but she didn’t care. She would cry over him…just this once.

“LEAVE ME ALONE!” Draco screamed into the dark room. “I DON’T WANT YOU! YOU DON’T LOVE ME. NO ONE LOVES ME. YOU LIE! GO!”

Hermione’s breath caught in her throat for a moment before she joined in the encouragement. “That’s it, but you’re wrong Draco. There are people who do love you but the darkness does not. Fight!”

An unearthly howl ripped from Draco’s core before he was shrouded in darkness.

“No! FIGHT!” Hermione screamed. “Fight for yourself Draco. You deserve better than a life of darkness! You can’t succumb. You can’t leave me alone for eternity you stupid bastard! FIGHT!”

“Hermione,” Melody whispered, stopping the poor girl from panicking. “Watch.”

Hermione looked up in awe as a bright light surrounded Draco, burning off the darkness and settling in his chest. Her mate seemed to glow for hours until it faded, leaving him deathly still once more.

“It is done,” Alex said. “He’s won.”

“Thank Merlin,” Hermione cried out in happiness. “I knew you could do it Draco.” She gently kissed his forehead and slumped backwards on the bed, grateful that he would be able to see the sunrise again.

The vampires all jumped and spun at a knocking on the door.

“Who is that?” Hermione asked fearfully.

Severus took a delicate sniff of the air and froze. “Merlin’s beard, it’s Narcissa…and Bellatrix.”

“And Wormtail,” Melody said darkly.

“What are we going to do?” Hermione whimpered.

Severus flew across the room, summoning his familiar black robes in the process. “You are all going to stay here and ward the door. I’ll go down, send Wormtail to the basement bedroom, and deal with whatever Narcissa is whimpering about. No one leave this room…especially you Nancy.”

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“How much longer?” Hermione asked softly. It had been four days since Draco fought the darkness and won…four days since Severus entered into an Unbreakable Vow with Narcissa.

“Any moment now,” Melody breathed. “Alex has already taken Nancy far away, just in case.”

“And Wormtail?” Hermione asked.

Melody scoffed. “I’d tie him up and leave him in here just to watch the light leave the fucker’s eyes, but no, Severus has him gathering potions ingredients all day.”

“I’m not sure I can take another day of him being here,” Hermione confessed. “I’m terrified he’s going to break through the wards and report it back to You-Know-Who.”

Melody nodded. “Which is why Sev’s been brewing the past four days. Liquid imperio will render Wormtail completely under his power without detection. He’ll remember only Severus brewing with no one the wiser as to his tainted memories. Even the Dark Bastard himself won’t realize it.”

“I can’t wait to start training again,” Hermione said softly. “I want to disappear into the shadows.”

Melody smiled. “I take it that is a request for more than just fun.”

Hermione nodded sadly. Each passing day had only increased her fears as to where Draco’s true loyalties were. They couldn’t afford to trust him, not even now that he was family…or home for her. She’d sunk into a deep depression the past few days thinking about it.

“Tell you what,” Melody said suddenly. “Put the glamour clip on and when Severus takes Draco to feed, I’ll take you to see the twins. They should have had some success with their experimentation by now.”

“But won’t it take both of you to help Draco feed?” Hermione asked.

“Actually, we’re all going,” Melody hedged. “Sev and I haven’t fed in a week and dad needs to keep his strength up to keep from eating Nancy.”

Hermione giggled. “He should just turn her and get it over with.”

“He’s the world’s worst procrastinator,” Melody said affectionately. “First he wanted her leg healed because injuries make the turning worse. Now he wants to wait until summer is over.”

“It’s going to be difficult for Draco with her here,” Hermione said with a frown.

“Taken care of,” Melody said with a wave. “I made a clip with a charm to get rid of her scent.”

Hermione nodded and jumped when Draco twitched and started squirming.

“It’s time,” Melody said. She picked up her cell and called Alex as well.

“Where will Nancy stay?” Hermione asked.

“With the cook,” Melody answered. “He’s a squib, still lives in a magical manor, one warded with silver.”

“Paranoid?”

“More like the family pissed off a werewolf a couple of decades ago,” Melody chuckled.

Hermione looked down to see Draco grimacing and rubbing his throat. She knew that feeling all too well, thirst. He managed to open his eyes and blink, slowly coming into to focus on her face. She managed a smile though she knew it didn’t reach her eyes.

“Welcome to your new life Draco.”

AN: You know, I had this number in my head and I said to myself, I said self, there is no way they'll hit this number and then I won't have to scramble to post. WRONG. Oh my stars, you guys obliterated it! I'm sooooo flattered and beside myself that you care enough about my story to leave me reviews. My muse is having heart failure right about now but I'm going to do the same thing again.

Any ideas how this is going to go having a vampire Draco? To tell you the truth, I wasn't planning on this happening at all, and then Lysander tapped me on the shoulder and reminded me that my plot demanded it. Stupid plot.

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