Fan Fiction ❯ Post-Vampiracy Shock ❯ Hermione's Turning, Draco's Revelation ( Chapter 2 )
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By: erirose 
She should have killed him, rather than unleash him, a minion of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, newly powerful to the world...
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Horror | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.07.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 182 | Status: Completed
She should have killed him, rather than unleash him, a minion of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, newly powerful to the world...
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Horror | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.07.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 182 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: Harry Potter, etc, belongs to J. K. Rowling.
Chapter Two: Hermione's Turning, Draco's Revelation
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< br> Hermione Granger started awake with a jolt, feeling a tap on her shoulder. She blinked, looking up at a concerned woman.
“Hun, you fell asleep. I’m sorry, but we’re closing now.”
“What? Oh, thank you…sorry…” she mumbled, embarrassed.
She couldn’t believe it. She had fallen asleep in the library again.
Shaking her head to clear the grogginess, she stumbled out of the library exit.
It was creepy outside the library at night. Lamps lit the street feebly, creating a soft reflective glow on the creeping fog. She rushed down the cement library steps, hurrying to get home and escape the dark night of the town. She hoped her parents wouldn’t worry too much…it was too late for a city bus to be running; she would have to walk home.
She stepped briskly past countless alley-ways, glancing around constantly. A soft scuffling noise sounded to her left, and she jumped. A squirrel rushed past her feet, making her feel foolish.
The dark was nothing to be afraid of.
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Neville Longbottom gaped at the enraged Draco Malfoy in the store-room. What had happened? Hermione had looked rather angry as well, rushing out like that...had they had a row?
What a stupid question. Of course they had.
But what about?
Malfoy approached him, sneering. "Tell anyone anything, Longbottom, and you're dead."
Neville nodded quickly as Malfoy stormed past him.
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“Lumos.” A whisper came from directly ahead of her, and she froze in mid-step.
A light appeared in front of her. Her eyes widened. What was a wizard doing in her little Muggle hometown?
Death Eaters, her mind whispered.
She gasped.
No, no! She was just being paranoid; what business could they have with her little town?
Murder...
She stared at the light as it moved towards her slowly. Suddenly, it disappeared. She couldn’t see a single thing in the foggy night. She reached for her wand and muttered quickly, panicking,
“Lu--”
A hand over her mouth tasting of blood and dirt stopped her mid-spell.
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Harry Potter glanced once at Hermione as she rushed out of the dungeons and wondered.
He looked over at Ron and saw that he, too, had seen her dramatic exit. He met Ron's eyes. Ron shrugged.
Whatever it was, it was no concern of theirs any longer.
Harry hesitated, glancing again at the door.
Were they really doing right, ignoring her?
It was her fault, right? She was with them now, the Death Eaters...
She meant to abandon them, right?
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“Silencio.” The hand left her mouth; instinctively, she tried to scream. The spell prevented any sound from leaving her throat and she panicked, running forward, away from her assailant. Strong arms caught her about the waist before she barely went a meter and dragged her backwards into an alley. She writhed and fought, dropping her bag in the process, but whoever was attacking her was very intent on doing so. She was thrown on the dirty ground of the alley and she scrambled backwards, eyes wide and terrified.
“What are you doing! GET AWAY!” she screamed, but nothing came out; she was only mouthing the words, invisible in the dark night. She could not see her captor’s face above her; the streetlight shone directly at her face and she was blinded.
The dark, shadowy shape moved swiftly then, knocking her flat, and she froze. Rape? Hands dug into her arms and held her against the dirt-covered stone; she fought furiously with her hands and nails and elbows. Anything to get her away, to get them to stop---
A sharp pain ricocheted through her body, starting at her neck, and she gasped soundlessly. It felt like all the life was being drained out of her. Staring up at the starless, cloudy sky above her, she felt the rushing in her veins, felt her heart pumping ferociously as it tried in vain to keep the blood in her body, felt herself going dizzy…
Shutting her eyes tight against the horror of the situation, she let her arms go limp and she stopped thinking abruptly, distancing herself from the pain…
She fell unconscious.
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Hermione snuggled deeper into an armchair, clutching blankets around herself. The fire in front of her blazed merrily, oblivious to her misery.
She had the worst headache. Worse than when she had stayed up studying an entire night once...no, this was a throbbing, pulsing, thirsty headache.
Maybe if she fell asleep, it would all be a very, very bad dream, and she’d wake up to find Harry and Ron next to her, complaining about Potions homework, as usual…
But no, they were up in the boy’s dormitory, having exited the common room with wary looks when she appeared…she couldn’t fool herself into believing everything was normal.
Why couldn’t they have supported her, believed her story? Would they rather have had her die, instead of becoming immortal?
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Cold. She was so cold. Wet, too -- it was raining. She looked up at the grey, drenched morning sky, emotionless. Tired. Cold.
“Would you like to live?”
A harsh voice broke through the sound of rain hitting windows, the street, her skin. A man’s voice, she noted vaguely. She continued staring at the sky above her, feeling the rain drip onto her face, into her eyelids, her mouth, her nose…
Live? Am I not already dead?
The figure in the shadows next to her spoke again, quieter this time, almost regretful --
“Would you like to live?”
She was so weak. So weak. She tried to lift her head to squint at the figure in black beside her, but failed. Instead, she closed her eyes and let her head fall to the side, her cheek pressing against cold, wet stone. A clump of matted, sopping hair fell across her closed eyes.
“Yes…”
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She was a vampire, a dark creature, on the side of You-Know-Who, practically alone in Hogwarts - for the only other dark creature here that she knew of was Draco Malfoy. And it was her fault that he was one in the first place. She had said it was his fault, surprising her as he did…but really, it was hers. Hers only…
He didn’t seem too keen on camaraderie. Then again, neither was she. Before, they were complete enemies, in every sense of the word, but now...well...just because they were the only two vampires in the school didn't mean they had anything else in common.
Maybe she was lucky it was him who had walked into that room instead of Harry, or Ron, or Ginny --- at least she didn’t turn one of her friends. Former friends, anyway. She scowled at the red-and-gold rug at her feet.
No, wait, that was too cold --- Draco Malfoy may have been a slimy git with no conscience and a cold heart, but he certainly didn’t deserve this fate.
Right?
What would have happened if she hadn’t accidentally turned him? He would be dead - she still wasn’t quite sure if that was a bad thing or not - and she would still be Hermione Jane Granger, Mudblood Vampire, former member of the “Golden Trio”…
It really wasn’t fair. She had been top of her class, admired by teachers and students alike, best friend to Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived-To-Destroy-Evil…none of that really mattered on that night. It was death, or vampirism. And now, she was the very evil she had set out to destroy with her friends. Right? She was so very confused. It was not a feeling she liked, nor was used to. From the start of her immortality, she read as much as she could find on vampires...and as far as she could tell they were evil, dark creatures possessing a black heart, no matter who they were when mortal.
But she was still Hermione, right? She felt the same, most of the time...
She wished she had been safe at home, that night. If only she had stayed home, instead of following her stupid insatiable curiosity. That one night had turned everything she knew completely upside-down...
Hermione shook her head. Dwelling on the past would not help. She had to think logically, and clearly, and figure a way out of the mess she had made.
Malfoy seemed angry and upset now…but would he be when he realized his new abilities as a vampire could be used for evil? He would be a raging murderer, only egged on by his Death Eater father and Voldemort himself…turning everyone in sight, to fuel the forces of evil and destruction…
Oh, Merlin. She should have killed him, rather than unleash him, a minion of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, newly powerful to the world...
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Draco Malfoy stormed out of Potions, silently fuming, a dangerous scowl on his face.
Stupid Mudblood!
What would his father say? His mother?
Aarggh...
He reached the Slytherin dormitory entrance. Muttering the password, he entered the chilly green-and-silver clad common room. He flew up the stairs to his dormitory, robes flying.
He approached the silver mirror by his bed.
And smiled.
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Chapter Two: Hermione's Turning, Draco's Revelation
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< br> Hermione Granger started awake with a jolt, feeling a tap on her shoulder. She blinked, looking up at a concerned woman.
“Hun, you fell asleep. I’m sorry, but we’re closing now.”
“What? Oh, thank you…sorry…” she mumbled, embarrassed.
She couldn’t believe it. She had fallen asleep in the library again.
Shaking her head to clear the grogginess, she stumbled out of the library exit.
It was creepy outside the library at night. Lamps lit the street feebly, creating a soft reflective glow on the creeping fog. She rushed down the cement library steps, hurrying to get home and escape the dark night of the town. She hoped her parents wouldn’t worry too much…it was too late for a city bus to be running; she would have to walk home.
She stepped briskly past countless alley-ways, glancing around constantly. A soft scuffling noise sounded to her left, and she jumped. A squirrel rushed past her feet, making her feel foolish.
The dark was nothing to be afraid of.
-------
Neville Longbottom gaped at the enraged Draco Malfoy in the store-room. What had happened? Hermione had looked rather angry as well, rushing out like that...had they had a row?
What a stupid question. Of course they had.
But what about?
Malfoy approached him, sneering. "Tell anyone anything, Longbottom, and you're dead."
Neville nodded quickly as Malfoy stormed past him.
------
“Lumos.” A whisper came from directly ahead of her, and she froze in mid-step.
A light appeared in front of her. Her eyes widened. What was a wizard doing in her little Muggle hometown?
Death Eaters, her mind whispered.
She gasped.
No, no! She was just being paranoid; what business could they have with her little town?
Murder...
She stared at the light as it moved towards her slowly. Suddenly, it disappeared. She couldn’t see a single thing in the foggy night. She reached for her wand and muttered quickly, panicking,
“Lu--”
A hand over her mouth tasting of blood and dirt stopped her mid-spell.
------
Harry Potter glanced once at Hermione as she rushed out of the dungeons and wondered.
He looked over at Ron and saw that he, too, had seen her dramatic exit. He met Ron's eyes. Ron shrugged.
Whatever it was, it was no concern of theirs any longer.
Harry hesitated, glancing again at the door.
Were they really doing right, ignoring her?
It was her fault, right? She was with them now, the Death Eaters...
She meant to abandon them, right?
------
“Silencio.” The hand left her mouth; instinctively, she tried to scream. The spell prevented any sound from leaving her throat and she panicked, running forward, away from her assailant. Strong arms caught her about the waist before she barely went a meter and dragged her backwards into an alley. She writhed and fought, dropping her bag in the process, but whoever was attacking her was very intent on doing so. She was thrown on the dirty ground of the alley and she scrambled backwards, eyes wide and terrified.
“What are you doing! GET AWAY!” she screamed, but nothing came out; she was only mouthing the words, invisible in the dark night. She could not see her captor’s face above her; the streetlight shone directly at her face and she was blinded.
The dark, shadowy shape moved swiftly then, knocking her flat, and she froze. Rape? Hands dug into her arms and held her against the dirt-covered stone; she fought furiously with her hands and nails and elbows. Anything to get her away, to get them to stop---
A sharp pain ricocheted through her body, starting at her neck, and she gasped soundlessly. It felt like all the life was being drained out of her. Staring up at the starless, cloudy sky above her, she felt the rushing in her veins, felt her heart pumping ferociously as it tried in vain to keep the blood in her body, felt herself going dizzy…
Shutting her eyes tight against the horror of the situation, she let her arms go limp and she stopped thinking abruptly, distancing herself from the pain…
She fell unconscious.
------
Hermione snuggled deeper into an armchair, clutching blankets around herself. The fire in front of her blazed merrily, oblivious to her misery.
She had the worst headache. Worse than when she had stayed up studying an entire night once...no, this was a throbbing, pulsing, thirsty headache.
Maybe if she fell asleep, it would all be a very, very bad dream, and she’d wake up to find Harry and Ron next to her, complaining about Potions homework, as usual…
But no, they were up in the boy’s dormitory, having exited the common room with wary looks when she appeared…she couldn’t fool herself into believing everything was normal.
Why couldn’t they have supported her, believed her story? Would they rather have had her die, instead of becoming immortal?
-------
Cold. She was so cold. Wet, too -- it was raining. She looked up at the grey, drenched morning sky, emotionless. Tired. Cold.
“Would you like to live?”
A harsh voice broke through the sound of rain hitting windows, the street, her skin. A man’s voice, she noted vaguely. She continued staring at the sky above her, feeling the rain drip onto her face, into her eyelids, her mouth, her nose…
Live? Am I not already dead?
The figure in the shadows next to her spoke again, quieter this time, almost regretful --
“Would you like to live?”
She was so weak. So weak. She tried to lift her head to squint at the figure in black beside her, but failed. Instead, she closed her eyes and let her head fall to the side, her cheek pressing against cold, wet stone. A clump of matted, sopping hair fell across her closed eyes.
“Yes…”
-------
She was a vampire, a dark creature, on the side of You-Know-Who, practically alone in Hogwarts - for the only other dark creature here that she knew of was Draco Malfoy. And it was her fault that he was one in the first place. She had said it was his fault, surprising her as he did…but really, it was hers. Hers only…
He didn’t seem too keen on camaraderie. Then again, neither was she. Before, they were complete enemies, in every sense of the word, but now...well...just because they were the only two vampires in the school didn't mean they had anything else in common.
Maybe she was lucky it was him who had walked into that room instead of Harry, or Ron, or Ginny --- at least she didn’t turn one of her friends. Former friends, anyway. She scowled at the red-and-gold rug at her feet.
No, wait, that was too cold --- Draco Malfoy may have been a slimy git with no conscience and a cold heart, but he certainly didn’t deserve this fate.
Right?
What would have happened if she hadn’t accidentally turned him? He would be dead - she still wasn’t quite sure if that was a bad thing or not - and she would still be Hermione Jane Granger, Mudblood Vampire, former member of the “Golden Trio”…
It really wasn’t fair. She had been top of her class, admired by teachers and students alike, best friend to Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived-To-Destroy-Evil…none of that really mattered on that night. It was death, or vampirism. And now, she was the very evil she had set out to destroy with her friends. Right? She was so very confused. It was not a feeling she liked, nor was used to. From the start of her immortality, she read as much as she could find on vampires...and as far as she could tell they were evil, dark creatures possessing a black heart, no matter who they were when mortal.
But she was still Hermione, right? She felt the same, most of the time...
She wished she had been safe at home, that night. If only she had stayed home, instead of following her stupid insatiable curiosity. That one night had turned everything she knew completely upside-down...
Hermione shook her head. Dwelling on the past would not help. She had to think logically, and clearly, and figure a way out of the mess she had made.
Malfoy seemed angry and upset now…but would he be when he realized his new abilities as a vampire could be used for evil? He would be a raging murderer, only egged on by his Death Eater father and Voldemort himself…turning everyone in sight, to fuel the forces of evil and destruction…
Oh, Merlin. She should have killed him, rather than unleash him, a minion of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, newly powerful to the world...
------
Draco Malfoy stormed out of Potions, silently fuming, a dangerous scowl on his face.
Stupid Mudblood!
What would his father say? His mother?
Aarggh...
He reached the Slytherin dormitory entrance. Muttering the password, he entered the chilly green-and-silver clad common room. He flew up the stairs to his dormitory, robes flying.
He approached the silver mirror by his bed.
And smiled.
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