Love Bites H/Hr Dr/Lu Mature/Adult Chap 15 Pg 3 12/10/09

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Title: Love Bites

Characters: Harry/Hermione Draco/Luna slight Ron/Hermione at beginning

Rating: Mature/Adult

Disclaimer: I do not own anyone or anything, everyone and everything belongs to JK Rowling, I do not make any profit/money or take any credit from creating this fan fiction.

Summary: There was another reason why Harry avoided Hermione in third year, he has a secret that he kept from the Muggle and Wizarding world but now he must harness the secret if he is to take down Voldemort.

Question is…will anyone accept him?

Warning: Consensual sex, Vampirism acts, Bashing of Ron and Molly, Bondage, Soul Bonding, Violence and Character Deaths.

This is set after Fifth year and will be AU – there is no horcuxes as part of this story. This is not sixth and seventh book compatible.

A/N: I’m back! And with a brand new Harry Potter story! I apologise for not having the new part of Darkness Series out but that is really giving me mind blocks and I think my muse has gone on vacation and she has taken my patience with her so this is an attempt to try and get her to come back but we’ll see.

Anyway – I hope you will enjoy this story instead. See below for more.

Oh – and I know the title sucks but it works – go with the flow – that’s my motto

Things you need to know
‘…’ Someone is thinking
‘Italic’ someone is talking to each other telepathy
Bold they reading something
Italic a memory is being shown

Chapter 1: Gotta make a Choice, Pup


He groaned as he clenched his hand into a tight fist that his knuckles were turning white and his blunt nails was digging into the skin of his palm. He swallowed before he gritted his teeth, his muscles tightening in his cheeks before he clenched his green eyes close.

‘It was getting worse’ he thought to himself as he forced himself to exhale, relaxing his tense body and uncurling his fist as the pain gave a brief respite. He was sitting upward on the bed, his foot planted on the floor.

He was dressed in a pair of black jeans and a black shirt that was unbuttoned, showing off a sliver of skin marred by white scar lines and silver dog-tags was resting just above sternum, glinting off the moonlight that was shining through the curtain-less windows.

His black hair was as messy as ever and he had removed his glasses, not wanting to be bothered by them when pain rushed through him once more and he clenched his eyes shut, bowed his head and curled his hands into fists once more as he forced himself to breathe through the pain.

A white owl was perched on top of her cage as she watched her master with large orange eyes, obviously shining with concern.

Harry straightened his back as his pain passed over, unclenching his fists as he did before exhaling. The pain was finished for the time being, he knew that and the relief coursed through him, he hated the pain but he had to deal with it.

There was a tap at the door and Harry turned to see a brown owl flying outside of the window. He reached over and opened it, allowing it come in and it settled itself on the desk, fluffing out its wings as it did before setting the letters on the desk.

Harry gave it a treat and it drank from the water from the bowl before flying off again and Harry closed the window before he looked at the letters and saw the seal of Gringotts, the only bank in London that belongs to the Wizarding World.

Harry picked up the first envelope, unsealed it and started reading it, curious to why Gringotts would be writing to him.

‘Mr Potter,
Our sincerest apologies over the lost of your godfather, Sirius Orion Black, but we have received our orders to give you this will and letters that were bestowed to us by your godfather shortly before his death.

If you wish, you can sign a form that will emancipate you from your current living conditions and allow you to become your own guardian – it does not matter that you are not seventeen – your godfather has willed this. You are the owner of nineteen Black Houses and now the head of the Black’s house – you are welcome to take on the name if you wish.

Mr Black has also requested that one of the houses should go to Remus Lupin along with 150,000,000 gallons to help him start up in life. He had requested that 160,000 Gallons and all the Black’s books in the library are to be left to Hermione Granger. 50,000 Gallons are to be left to Ronald Weasley as in attempt to help him understand that money does not make the world go round. 150,000,000 Gallons are to be left to the Weasley family as a thank you. 160,000 Gallons are to be left to Draco Malfoy as he understands what the young man is going through and had even offered him a contact of emancipation if he wishes to do so.

The Weasley Twins are left 200,000 Gallons in order to continue their business and all of the Marauders pranksters’ notes so they will continue the job and make an ‘old dog’ proud,’ Harry couldn’t help the brief smile that crossed his face. ‘Mr Black also asked for to us to tell you of your parents’ will in order to help you understand where he is going. You have been left all of your parents’ inheritance, chests that contains their stuff – wands, jewellery (Not their wedding rings, those were buried with them), diaries and photos. There is even a pensive with their memories. You have inherited numerous of estates, those are in a different letter along with the Black’s estates, and you are declared as the Potter Head.

If you accept those terms, you may sign the parchments but do not worry, they will return to us automatically.

Our deepest sincere apologies for your loss,

Griphook, Goblin of Gringotts.”

Harry sighed as he folded the letter and picked up the others, one of them had Sirius’ handwriting on it, there were two other ones, one with a female handwriting and another with a male handwriting that he didn’t recognised and two large thick envelopes – Harry recognised those ones almost immediately, one of them would hold the estates and everything he now had in his vaults while the other one would hold the contracts for him to take over as the Head of Potters and Black.

Harry picked up the female handwriting letter first, curious to what they held and he unfolded it only for his breath to get caught when he saw the name signed at the bottom. Closing his eyes, he ordered himself to breathe and gave himself time to let the tears fade before he opened them once more and read the letter.

“My sweetest baby boy,
If you have received this letter then the one thing I have been afraid of since I heard the prophecy has come true, we are no longer alive to see you become the young man I know you will become.

As I write this letter, you are in your cot playing with the teddy bear your Uncle Sirius, or Padfootie as you like to call him, had bought you for your first birthday and it breaks my heart to think you are growing up without your father or I by your side but I take in comfort that Sirius and Remus will look after you as they are loyal to a fault.

Peter, on the other hand, please watch out for him, I wish and hope with all my heart that he is not our betrayer but I can’t deny what my gut instincts are saying and I know that Peter, while he tries, can fail when it comes to bravery upon standing up to the dangers that surrounds him.

I hope that you now know of the prophecy that surrounds you and I know what the wizarding world is like, once they have received word that Voldemort has ‘died’ they will refused to believe that he would come back again but I urge you to take every precaution you can and find love when you can, when you do, hold on to it and don’t let go.

I love you and I always will, no matter what Harry.

Lily.”

Harry folded up the letter and picked up the male one and read it, finding it was from his father. His father basically said the same thing apart from the bit about Peter, he couldn’t believe that any of his friends would betray him and hoped that they would have made the right choice in what they have done by picking Peter to be their secret keeper.

Harry folded the letter and picked up the last one…the one with Sirius’ handwriting, took a deep breath before he unfolded it and started reading.

“Well Pup,
I guess if you have this, then I’m no longer around. Morbid I know but that’s the way how it goes. I just hope I have gone out doing something spectacular like taking down a group of Death Eaters or having sex with two babes,’ Harry rolled his eyes at the last one, knowing just how smutty Sirius’ mind could get when he wanted it to, ‘but I hate the thought of leaving you alone in the world with one less parent figure – I know how overbearing Molly can be and while she just mean well, she can push you too far. At least you have Lupin, and hopefully in time, you will have Tonks as an aunt, if a certain wolf-boy would ever get the guts to ask her out.

Don’t grieve for me Harry, I am with your parents and that’s one of the greatest gift anyone could have given me other than bringing them back to life so you can see what they were like, and I will always miss hanging out with you but I know you are strong Harry, stronger than anyone else I have ever met and I know you have tough choices ahead of you but I also know that you will do the best you can.

You know better than anyone else what is it like to lose two parents, see death each year and come close to dying yourself – don’t think McGonagall has skimped on telling me what really happened. And you know understand what it is like to have both side of the coin, to be powerless and abused yet to know frame and money. But you never have once let it get to you, you picked yourself up, dusted yourself down and moved on and that, Harry, is what we call hope – you symbolise that emotion for the rest of us.

You have a tough choice to make if you ever want to finish Voldemort – I know of the prophecy and I know that you have the power that Voldemort doesn’t but you need to ask yourself, can you really exploit that power when you don’t know enough about? Find the person who can give you the answers you need and this will help you to decide.

Remember when I told you that you would have to make a choice when it came to relationship that time you came up for Christmas? Now you will really have to make it – it’s the only way you can go forward.

I told you my warnings of Molly expectancies and I have told you who I think will suit you better but you gotta make a choice, Pup, it’s the only way you can go forward.

But no matter what – I will always be looking out over you and for the love of Merlin, don’t get yourself killed on some stupid mission!

Take care.

Sirius AKA Padfoot

Mischief manage’

Harry folded up the letter and placed it to the side, exhaling slowly as he tried to control his emotions. He closed his eyes and counted to ten till he felt he was strong enough, his throat was no longer tight and painful and his eyes no longer stung with the tears.

He opened his eyes and turned back to the last envelope and ripped it open, pulled out the thick parchments that held the contracts that would guarantee him the freedom that he needed if he ever wanted to go forward.

He read over the contracts to make sure there were no loop-holes or anything missing before he picked up a pen and signed his name on the contracts, hissing when there was a cut upon his hand and he saw that the ink had changed to his blood.

The contracts glowed bright red for a moment before they rolled themselves up and disappeared with a small flash before Harry gritted his teeth in pain, his back arching as sharp needles like pain over the back of his right and left shoulder before they stopped, leaving Harry dazed before he shook his head, getting rid of the numbing feeling.

Standing up, he made his way over to the long mirror on his wardrobe, pulled the shirt off and turned his back toward the glass before shifting his head to see the tattoos that were on the back of his shoulders. On his right one laid a black dog with its head tilted back, almost like it was howling at the unseen moon. On his left one had a black panther lying down, almost lazily but Harry could see the determined glint the panther bright green eyes.

Realising that the Panther was the Potter’s line and the Dog was the Black’s line, he was now the Head of the Potter and Black’s line and pulled back on his shirt. He had a choice to make and he was going to make it…no matter what.

Once he was finished, Harry stood up straight; his combat black boots were laced up. His shirt was buttoned and his had an ankle length black duster coat on. His trunk had been shrunk, filled with his books and other things and placed into a rucksack which held his clothes, pictures and other personal stuff.

Hedwig hooted softly, not loud enough to wake up the occupants of the house as she tilted her head, curious to what her master was doing when he opened the window and handed Hedwig a letter.

“I need you to take this to Hermione, girl, and no one else – it’s for her eyes only,” Harry told her. Hedwig bobbed her head before she took the letter into her beak, hopped up onto Harry’s shoulder and nuzzled into the side of his head. “You stay with Hermione until I call for you.” She gave another soft hoot before she flew out of the window and into the dark night.

Harry closed the window and shrunk down Hedwig’s cage before placed it into his rucksack before slinging the rucksack over his shoulder.

He walked over to the door and waved his hand over the handle. His hand glowed white for a moment before there were a series of clicks of the locks unlocking themselves before he opened the door, stepped out of the room and closed the door, waving his hand to lock the door once more.

He looked down the hallway at the other closed doors before bowing his head and made his way down the stairs, skipping past the last two that make creaking sounds. He walked down the hallway with the walls covered in photo-frames but, curiously, not one of them contained the young man that ignored them as he reached the front door.

He unlocked it, looked behind him for a short moment before he walked out of the door, closing it behind him and there was a soft clicking sound. He walked toward the end of the garden and stepped onto the sidewalk, reaching till he reached the edge of it and held out a hand.

With a loud bang that didn’t seem to penetrate the silence of the night, Harry looked up to see the same conductor he had met back in his third year.

“If it ain’t Neville Longbottom, whatcha doing out here again?” Stan Shunpike asked.

“Take me to London, please,” Harry told him and Stan nodded as he stepped back, allowing Harry on the bus before taking the fare and handing Harry a ticket before he rapped on the glass and the bus set off once more with a loud bang where Harry’s disappearance wouldn’t be noticed until the next morning.

TBC

First chapter done and dusted – not betaed though so all mistakes are mine.

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All I can say is . . . More, More, More!!! Awesome start! Can't wait
to read the next update!!!

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Sorry for taking so long – I sent my chapter off to my beta but I haven’t heard back and I didn’t want to make you wait any longer – all mistakes are still mine!

Chapter 2: You’ve Been Marked

Hermione was sitting on the edge of her bed, holding the letter in one hand and the silver dog-tags in the other hand before she closed her eyes as a lone tear escaped, slowly making it way down her cheek.

She opened her eyes to take in the sight; she was sitting in the boys’ room in the boys’ dormitory of Hogwarts. She was at Grimmauld Place when she had Hedwig gave her the letter. The door burst opened a few seconds later to reveal Ron and Molly with their wands out, they grabbed her arms and hustled her down the stairs.

Once she reached there, she saw Dumbledore holding out a Portkey and the grave look on his face died all protest that she would have made…Harry was gone. She, wordless, accepted the Portkey.

The moment they touched Hogwarts ground, she took off running, ignoring everyone who called her name. The only thing that was running through her mind was that Harry had gone and the only thing she had left of him was the letter.

She reached Hogwarts, ran through the building until she reached the Gryffindor’s common room and tore up the stairs that led to the boys’ room and sought refuge on Harry’s bed.

Even through he hadn’ been in it for nearly two months, it didn’t make a different, it still held the smell of him and it was comforting to her as she opened the envelope to read the letter. Once she was finished, she tipped the envelope out once more, sitting up as the cold metal slid into her hand.

Hermione slipped the dog-tags around her neck and pulled out the collar of her jumper, allowing the cool material to meet her warm skin, gasping at the shock that came with it but soon the metal was warmed by her.

Hermione stood up, folding the letter and tucking it into her back pocket where it would be safe. She crossed her arms over her stomach, walking through Hogwarts once more with her head bowed.

She wore a long sleeved white jumper and a pair of blue jeans with her brown uggs boots keeping her feet warmed. Her brown hair was no longer as bushy was it used to be due to the fact that it had been tamed down into curls that reached nearly down to her waist and she wore a thin white headband, holding her hair back from her face.

Hermione thought back through everything, she had begged and pleaded with the Order of the Phoenix to bring Harry down but they had been firm in refusing that she turned to Ron only to be knocked back when he told her that it was safer for Harry to be with the Dursley thanks to the blood protection.

Hermione had opened her mouth to protest but closed it at the last minute…they didn’t know. How could they know? Harry never told them and she only found out through a major event, as much as she wanted Harry to be safe…she wasn’t going to break her word to him…she cared for him too much for that to happen.

Ron had asked her out two week when she came up and she had said yes but something was nagging at her…something she was missing big time but she couldn’t seem to get a grasp on it and now Harry’s gone…the one person who she could trust more than anyone else…even more than Ron was no longer around, he had left because there was something he needed to do.

Hermione sighed, looking up to see that she had reached statue that would led her up to the office where she would be questioned what Harry’s letter contain, she had no doubt that Mrs Weasley would be upset that Hermione was the one who got the letter…not Ron.

Hermione made her way up the stairs to Dumbledore’s office. Upon reaching the door, it opened, revealing Dumbledore standing there with a concerned look on his face. She gave him a weak smile before he stood aside, allowing her into the office.

Once she stepped in, everyone turned to look at her with an expecting look. Hermione made her way to stand next to Ron, who slipped an arm around her waist, pulling her into his body. She almost pulled away but remembered that she was dating him so it was normal for that to happen.

Shaking her head, Hermione noticed that Dumbledore was now sitting on his chair behind his desk, linking his hands together.

“As you all know, Harry Potter had left his home in the early hours – there are no signs of force so we must assume that Harry left willingly,” Dumbledore told them.

“How is that even possible?” Molly jumped in. “He was supposed to be safe at the Dursleys – why would he leave?” Dumbledore looked toward Hermione.

“I am guessing the answer is in Hermione’s letter that she had received from Harry,” Hermione sighed.

“He said that he was leaving, that there was something he needed to do if he was ever going to move forward,” Hermione explained and tugged at the chain, showing everyone the silver dog-tags. “He left them for me.” Ron’s grip on her tightened, almost possessively.

“Why would he leave you them?” asked Ron, almost dangerously.

“Because he wanted me to have something of his,” whispered Hermione. “He took everything else with him.”

“Why would he write to you and leave you something but not leave Ron anything?” Molly demanded. “Ron is his best friend, his brother.”

Dumbledore just watched the scene in front of him with a passive face. He had watched the trio’s friendship over the years and he had become worried about the youngest male Weasley – he had no understandings of friendship, he had turned his back on Harry due to jealously. He wished for fame and money yet he had things that were more valuable than material wealth.

Watching the young man become tense with anger and jealously over the fact that Hermione had received something from their best friend let him know that Ron would never get over his fear that Hermione would turn to Harry.

Frowning, Dumbledore remembered seeing Harry and Hermione being close throughout their fourth year that he thought they were on the verge of beginning something but…Ron was accepted back into their group after doing a complete turn around after the first task.

Shaking himself out of his thoughts, he looked up to see that Molly was obviously upset with what Luna was saying to her and tuned himself back in.

“…did turn his back on Harry when Harry needed him the most,” Luna explained, patience as ever as Ron’s face turned red and Molly crossed her arms and turned away from the strange girl.

Luna just turned back to Dumbledore and rolled her eyes, Dumbledore had to stifle a smile, Luna was more like her mother than she realised by Dumbledore turned serious once more.

“I think we can safely say that Harry trust Hermione with his life and didn’t want her to worry unnecessarily,” Dumbledore spoke up, taking over as he stood up. “Although we do need to find him, especially with Voldemort is now out in the open.”

“How can we do that?” Hermione pulled away from Ron’s too tight grip and moved toward the desk. “Harry told me that he received all the wills – Sirius and his parents, he could be any one of the estates he inherited and most of them are unplottable.”

“He has estates now?” Ron demanded disbelief clear in his voice. Hermione shot him a glare, not impressed with Ron’s question. Luna, on the other hand, seemed to be fixated on something.

Luna hummed as she moved closer to Hermione, tilting her head as she stared at Hermione’s covered neck.

“You’ve been marked,” Luna said, almost dreamily. Everyone turned to look at her.

“What?” Hermione asked, confused.

“A vampire has bitten you and marked you as his,” Luna explained as she reached up and pulled down the shirt collar to reveal two small raised round marks on her neck. “He has claimed you as a mate.” Hermione paled as she stumbled back, touching the mark while Ron looked at her.

“Who bit you?” snarled Ron. “Who dared to make you his mate when you are mine?” Hermione looked at him with barely concealed fury.

“Ronald Weasley – I am not a trophy to be won!” snapped Hermione.

“You are my girlfriend!” snapped back Ron. Hermione stood up, anger lining her form.

“It doesn’t matter if I’m your girlfriend or not – this happened a long time ago, what’s in the past should stay in the past but oh…not you, you just like bringing it up and flinging in my face, don’t you?” Hermione snapped and Ron backed off, he could see that she was being pushed to her temper right now and he wasn’t interested in being dumped.

“I’m sorry,” Ron apologised, contrite filling his blue eyes and tone, “I just don’t like hearing that someone had marked you, you should be a free woman.” Hermione just narrowed her eyes at him when Luna spoke up.

“Oh, she can date humans but the sex would never be as good as it is with a vampire – they are very good lovers, they have very good stamina,” Luna sighed as she remembered something.

“You’ve had sex with a vampire?” stuttered Neville and Luna nodded.

“Yes, it was in my fourth year – you wouldn’t know him though,” she looked at Hermione. “It’s not the same vampire that bit you.” Hermione couldn’t help the sigh of relief. “Did you orgasm?” Hermione looked at her, wide eyes.

“What?” Hermione hissed, unsure of where Luna was leading.

“When he marked you, did you orgasm?” Luna asked, not embarrassed. Hermione blushed.

“I don’t see what that has to do with anything,” argued Hermione.

“It’s a sign of how in tune you were with each other and how good the marking was,” Luna explained before a smile ghosted her face. “He was very good, wasn’t he?” Hermione blushed even harder.

Everyone just stared at Hermione in barely concealed shock, Ron and Neville were the only ones who had their mouth open and Hermione covered her face to hide her blush. Luna, sensing her discomfort, stepped forward and placed her hand on Hermione’s arm.

Hermione separated her fingers to look at the younger blonde girl and Luna gave her a soft smile.

“It is nothing to be ashamed of, of course it is unheard of a person to have an orgasm while being bitten but it is not rare – it only happens when the victim has accepted what is happening to her and gives herself up to the vampire,” explained Luna.

“We have a vampire walking around the school?” hissed Ron, Luna could sense fear and anger in his tone.

“Yes,” Luna said.

“How do you kill a vampire?” Ron asked and Luna shrugged as she fiddled with her necklace.

“Easily, with stakes, holy water, sunlight and beheading. They can’t enter a church due to the god and crosses and they are repelled by garlic and crosses,” Luna explained, “All the things you can read in a book if you actually bothered to study.” Ron flushed with embarrassment and anger while Dumbledore decided there was a more pressing manner.

“Who is he?” Professor Dumbledore asked. Hermione took a step back in self-defence, almost like she was trying to protect herself from an unseen assailant.

“Why do you want to know?” Hermione asked, clutching the dog tags around her neck.

“Because he is dangerous, if he is going around biting humans…”

“He only bit me and that was by accident, sort of,” Hermione told him. “He was upset and angry. I followed him and he bit me, he later explained he was feeling the bloodlust and was trying to get away from everyone to keep them safe – I followed him!” Everyone just watched her, shocked, while Luna hummed in agreement.

“He does seem like the type,” agreed Luna. “I tempted mine into biting me; I always wanted to know what it was like to be with a vampire.” Hermione cut an amused look over to the blonde.

“It’s Harry,” whispered Ginny and everyone spun around to look at her but saw that she was looking at Hermione. “Harry is a vampire and he marked you.”

“What makes you say that?” Hermione asked; her knuckles whitening as her fingers clutched the dog tags harder. Ginny motioned to the dog tags.

“Those are Harry’s dog tags,” Ginny said and everyone turned to face Hermione with shock clear on their faces.

“Is this true?” Professor Dumbledore asked and the fear on Hermione’s face was the answer he needed.

“Oh dear, the boy who lived is a vampire,” Molly sat down on the chair.

“That’s why he never told anyone!” Hermione burst out, startling everyone. “Because you see him as the Boy Who Lived he couldn’t be his true self!”

“He should have told us!” Molly snapped but Hermione shook her head.

“With the Wizarding World the way it is?” Hermione asked with a bitter laugh. “They would have killed him on the spot, regardless that he had saved them from Voldemort.”

“It’s impossible,” stuttered out Ron and everyone looked at him. “He can walk in sunlight, I saw him eat garlic bread…” Luna hummed in agreement.

“But Harry isn’t your usual Vampire,” Luna told him. “There are…certain situations that made him the way he is,” Luna explained before shaking her head as everyone made to ask more questions. “It is not my story to tell – it is Harry’s so you will have to wait if he ever comes to back and tells you.”

“Are you sure Harry is a vampire?” Neville spoke up, hesitantly and everyone looked at him. “It’s just…he doesn’t act like a vampire. I haven’t seen him go nuts when it comes to bloodlust.”

“He’s a vampire,” Hermione assured him. “I should know,” she gestured to her neck with amusement. Neville gave her a shy smile as he blushed, pleased that she hadn’t taken offence to his question. Ron watched the scene with annoyance; he didn’t find what was so funny.

Ginny just watched the scene with a pensive thought, she knew that her mother had hoped that she and Harry would get together but if Ginny was truthful, she just had a crush on the boy-who-lived and she knew that Harry’s life was dangerous, not as glamorous as people would think. She looked at her mother only to be disturbed when she saw the planning look on her face before she shook her head and turned back to look at Hermione.

“What do we do now?” Mad Eye Moody asked.

“We need to find him,” Hermione spoke up, unsure where the urgency was coming from, she just knew that Harry was in danger and that she needed to find him before something happened to him.

“Harry is a big boy, Hermione, he can take care of himself,” muttered Ron only to flinch when Hermione spurn around to face him with a look of horror and disbelief on her face.

“Harry is our best friend, Ron, and he could be out there hurt or worse and you’re saying that we shouldn’t help him?” demanded Hermione.

“He’s a vampire, Hermione, what’s the worse that can happen?” Ron asked, sourly.

“He could be starving, he could be dying, he could be in the hands of Voldemort and his death eaters,” her eyes narrowed even harder when everyone but Dumbledore and Luna flinched at Voldemort’s name, “He needs me, Ron and I won’t let him down.” Ron’s blue eyes turned hard.

“He needs you?” Ron bit out “What about me, Hermione? I’m your boyfriend but I don’t see you being attentive to me as you are to our best friend.” Hermione threw her hands into the air out of frustration and shook her head.

“I am not going to sit here and listen to your pathetic selfish whining anymore,” Hermione told him, clearly fed up with the situation she was in. “We’re over!”

Her final comment just sent the whole room into silence before Ron’s spluttering broke it.

“What?” Ron demanded.

“Get your ears cleaned,” shot back Hermione, “We are over. If you can’t accept that Harry is going to be an important part in my life and that he is your best friend, I don’t want you in our lives.”

“Oh, that’s just brilliant,” snapped Ron. “You are dumping me because of Harry – he gets the money and the frame and now he gets my girlfriend!” Hermione just arched an eyebrow at her ex-boyfriend’s pathetic tantrum and wondered what possessed her to say yes when he asked her.

“Oh, that’s a shocker. Ronald Bilius Weasley hears something he doesn’t like and starts throwing a tantrum out of jealously that Harry Potter is getting everything he wants…money, frame and now the girl,” mocked Hermione.

“Miss Granger!” gasped McGonagall, scandalized at what her favourite student was doing. Never in her life had she ever heard Hermione speak to anyone like that.

“What?” bit out Hermione, her fear for Harry making her reckless and out of control. Luna’s hand came down on Hermione’s arm and she tugged gently, drawing the older woman’s attention to her.

“We should go Hermione, you need to walk off your anger,” Luna told her. Hermione was about to protest but the hard glint in Luna’s usually dreamy and soft eyes made her think twice and she gave a short nod before she followed the blonde out of the room, leaving the destruction behind.

They went down the stairs, both of them walking in silence when something struck her and she stopped in her tracks. Luna stopped as well and turned to face the older girl, wondering if she was going to ask the question.

“Who bit you?” Hermione asked and Luna sighed happily at the memories.

“Draco Malfoy,”

TBC

Shocker – bet you didn’t see that coming!

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Chapter 3: He’s Your Pet

Draco Malfoy was humming to himself as he walked through the hallways of Hogwarts, making his way to his common room when he heard rapid footsteps coming up from behind him.

Turning around, he saw Hermione hurrying toward him, looking like her cat had been set on fire and she was looking for the person responsible. He was fully expecting her to walk on by only for surprise to flicker over his expression when the muggleborn witch stopped in front of him, placing her hands on her hips as she glared at him.

“What do you want, Granger?” Draco asked in a bored tone.

“Where’s Harry?” Hermione asked and Draco arched an eyebrow.

“Why are you asking me?” asked Draco, “he’s your pet.”

“I know you are a vampire, Malfoy, tell me where Harry is,” Hermione ordered. Draco eyed her for a few minutes before frowning.

“He marked you,” Hermione blushed but continued to glare at him. Draco sniffed the air around her, his grey eyes flashing dark blue, startling Hermione, before he grabbed her elbow and dragged her into an empty classroom.

“What are you doing?!” demanded Hermione as she yanked her arm out of Draco’s hand, turning around to glare at him even harder.

“You have numerous memory charms on you,” explained Draco as he closed the door, locking it to prevent anyone from coming in. “You have been oblivated and had your memory modified many times.” Hermione stepped back in horror and fear, shaking her head in denial before she met his cool gaze with a steady one of hers.

“Can you remove them?” Draco nodded. “Do it.” Draco lifted his hand, palm facing Hermione before a bright white light hit her, sending her falling backward.

It felt like a locked door had opened, all her memories she thought were real slowly replaced themselves with her real memories.

It all started from their fourth year when Harry had been out-casted by his peers and the Wizarding Worlds thanks to everyone believing that he had entered his name in the Goblet of Fire.

“It’s going to be okay, Harry,” Hermione soothed. She was sitting next to him under the big tree near the lake.

“Really?” whispered Harry as he just stared out at the lake and Hermione nodded, reaching over to place her hand over Harry’s. Harry turned to face hers and his green eyes met her brown ones.

“They will come round, they always do,” Hermione whispered and Harry chuckled bitterly.

“I don’t care about the Wizarding World,” Harry told her, startling her, “They care for nothing but themselves and their rules – they allowed Tom Riddle to rise up as Voldemort,” Harry shook his head, “It’s Ron – he’s supposed to be my best friend yet he can’t even believe that I never put my name in the goblet.” Hermione’s hand slid up Harry’s shoulder as she shifted so she was facing him more fully.

“He’ll come round,” whispered Hermione, unsure and Harry shot her a crooked grin.

“Really?” asked Harry before he shook his head, “Even if he does, how am I supposed to trust him? He turned his back on me when I needed him – you see why I never told him about me being a vampire, he’ll probably just take it as something that he doesn’t have.” Harry hung his head and Hermione sighed sadly as she stared at her best friend, unsure how to comfort him when he needed it and cursed Ron in her head for doing this to their best friend.

Hermione opened her mouth to say something when Harry lifted his head and both of them locked eyes, her words dying on her lips. Her tongue peeked out and licked her bottom lip as she watched Harry’s eyes darken at the movement.

Harry leaned in and pressed his lips against hers. Hermione gasped at first but kissed him back, her other hand sliding up his arm until they linked around his neck. Harry slid his arms around her waist and pulled her onto his lap so she was straddling him. Her robes were parted and pushed as side so Harry’s hands could rove over her curves.

“Oh…this is crazy,” Hermione moaned, her head tipping backward as Harry’s hot lips met her neck, doing crazy things to her. She could feel his face changing as his lips met her pulse and the fangs tracing a line over the marks that she had gotten from him back in their third year.

“You make me want to do crazy things,” growled Harry as he thrusted his hips into hers and she gasped in pleasure as she rocked her hips downward. “Every time I see you, I just want to take you against the wall.”

“Oh,” Hermione brought her head up and kissed him once more, fuelled on by the image Harry had conjured up in her, they rocked their hips together, seeking pleasure as Harry pressed their upper bodies together.

One of Harry’s hands slid up from her hip to cup her breast and he rubbed his thumb over the hard pebble under her shirt, drawing delightful shivers from the girl in his arms as she pressed down harder. His other hand slid down her skirt covered thigh until it met the soft skin and slid back up under the skirt till he reached the elastic band of her knickers and followed it around to the front and over her knickers until he could feel the dampness.

“Harry…” moaned Hermione as Harry pressed his thumb against the hard nub hidden beneath her panties and that sent her over, muffling her screams into his mouth as he grunted, his climax hitting him fast and hard.

Hermione slumped against him, breaking their kiss and her head was resting on his shoulder as she shuddered, trying to come down form her high while Harry pulled his hands away from her breasts and under her skirt, returning them to her waist.

“Oh my god,” Hermione stiffened before she sat up straight and looked around her, self-consciously while Harry just watched her with a satisfied yet amused smile, “Are we crazy? We just did that out in the open, Harry!” she turned to face him and glared at his smile, “You are such a bad influence on me!”

“Better to be the devil than an angel,” teased Harry as he reached up and kissed her, softly, “Beside, it was about time – when a vampire marked his mate, they usually take them as well.” Hermione gaped at him before she blushed as understanding dawned on her.

“Oh,” she shifted off his lap to sit next to him, “You’ve never really explained the whole marking thing to me.” Harry nodded.

“I know – we were already on shaky grounds that when we patched our friendship up, I didn’t want to risk upsetting you any more,” Harry told her and Hermione sighed as she reached out and took his hand.

“I want to know Harry, its part of me as well,” she looked into his green eyes with her pleading brown ones and he nodded.

“When a vampire takes a mate, it means for life – there is only one mate per lifetime. A mate is someone who isn’t a vampire but has accepted the life they would receive. It means your lifetime is expanded, you will age more slowly and are more immune to diseases – if you have a family history, I can’t save you unless I turn you – which I refuse to do,” Harry explained.

“Can you have children?” Hermione asked and Harry nodded.

“Yes – by being a half vampire, my human side still works, I can produce children,” Harry assured her and Hermione nodded, Harry touched her cheek, “I don’t expect you to become my mate, Hermione, a mate can be with a human – this is a precaution in case the vampire dies or something happened.” Hermione cupped her hand over Harry’s cheek.

“I’ve been your best friend for nearly four years, I have stuck by your side through thick and thin, you are insane,” Hermione, softly, scolded Harry. “I’m not going to leave you, I’m yours – I’ve been yours since you marked me and I don’t regret it.”

Hermione leaned in and kissed him, assuring him that it was her choice and she had made it. Harry kissed her back, cupping the other cheek as both of them celebrated their love.

They had kept their relationship a secret up until the night before the first task where a bright light had hit them out of nowhere.

The next thing happened, they were at the train station, Hermione had told Harry that they would see each other really soon before she leaned in and kissed his cheek. Both of them froze at that point as desire rose up and they looked at each other with an unreadable expression before they separated…they had something they needed to talk about.

They had shared letters all summer, Dumbledore had allowed them this, understanding that Harry and Hermione understood the dangers and would be smart enough not to reveal anything in their letters…it worked, until Harry arrived at Grimmauld place for the summer.

“We need to talk,” Harry whispered to Hermione as she gave him one of her bone crushing hug. Hermione nodded against his neck before they pulled away. She looked around and saw that Ron had been called away before she took Harry’s hand and they hurried up the stairs to a room Hermione had cleaned as much as she could, she knew there was a bed in it.

Once they reached the room, Harry closed the door with his foot, spinning Hermione around into his embrace and he kissed her. There was a soft popping sound as the door was locked with a locking charm but neither of them noticed it as Harry walked Hermione backward toward the bed.

They had eagerly divested each other of their clothing, leaving their underwear on. They were being driven by a need, a need they didn’t understand but welcomed all the same. Harry’s hands were roaming all over Hermione’s body, eagerly tasting her skin.

Hermione’s hands weren’t idle; they were roaming all over Harry’s back as he shifted himself so he was lying on top of her.

Hermione moaned as she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him in closer to her as he rubbed against her harder. He removed her bra so he could feel her bare breasts against his chest before cupping a breast and leaning down to lave his tongue around the nipple and sucked the harden nub into his mouth.

Hermione just bucked her hips into his as she slid her hands down his boxers, curling them over his ass as she pulled him down harder into her as Harry moved to shower the other breast with attention.

“I need more, Harry,” pleaded Hermione as she rubbed herself harder against him, almost like a cat with a scratching post. Harry shifted himself off to the side as he helped to divest Hermione of her last barrier, her panties. Hermione helped Harry to be rid of his boxers before she admired him but Harry had kissed her again, drawing her attention away from his cock.

Harry plunged two fingers into her, drawing a muffled moan of pleasure as her walls tightened around him. He circled her clit with his thumb, drawing and thrusting his fingers into her, mimicking what he really wanted to do to her.

Hermione’s hand wrapped itself around Harry’s cock, stroking him and rubbing her thumb around the head as she tried to remember what she had read in the books she had collected since having the erotic dreams of Harry.

Harry angled his fingers and Hermione broke the kiss as her head fell back, gasping as she could feel him brushing past the sensitive spot inside of her before he flicked his thumb over her clit, drawing her climax out.

Once she was finished, Harry pulled his fingers out of her and licked her juices off his fingers with Hermione watching him before he removed her, still, stroking hand from him and shifted so he was on top of her, his cock lined at her entrance. He looked at her and she nodded, pulling him down for another hard kiss.

Harry was about to enter her when the door slammed open and a bright light hit them.

The next memories had Harry and Hermione making out everywhere they could, they made out in the Room of Requirements; they made out when Hermione helped to get through to Harry when he locked himself in his room, when Harry had kissed Cho only to get the disastrous kiss and Hermione more than made up for it.

The last memory was of Ron screaming at her and Harry, his face red with anger before he raised his wand and shouted ‘Oblivate!’ sending a bright light to both of them, removing the memory and changing them to suit his needs.

Hermione awoke with a gasp before a pained groan escaped from her as she lifted a hand to place on her throbbing head. She could feel that she was now on a bed compared to the hard stone she had fallen upon and a quick look around told her that she was now in a room.

“Here,” a hand appeared in front of her with a cup of potion. Hermione followed the hand till she met Luna’s soft gaze standing next to the bed. Sitting up showed that Draco was reclining on the chair at the end of the bed, near the wall.

“What happened?” Hermione took the potion, instinctively knowing it was the wizarding world version of a painkiller and took it in two quick gulps before grimacing as she placed the cup to the side.

“You passed out,” Draco took over as Luna made her way over to him, sliding onto his lap, curling an arm over his shoulder while he slid an arm over her waist, holding her to his body. “I guess they changed a lot of memories as you were out of it for a long time.” Hermione looked away as tears stung the back of her eyes over the betrayal. She had trusted Ron and Mrs. Weasley, to find that they had done this…it hurt her more than she wished to say.

“How did you know?” Hermione asked; her head still turned away.

“Because you asked me where Harry is,” Draco said. Hermione turned to face him with a confused look. “A marked victim will always know where her mate is – all they have to do is close their eyes, concentrate on her mate and she would know the exact location of where he is – you asking me where your mate was means you had been modified.”

“How could I not do it before?” Hermione asked before she frowned, her memories bringing up times when she just knew where Harry was without asking anyone. Draco gave her a smirk.

“If you can’t remember, you can’t do anything,” Draco reminded and she sighed before she bowed her tears as tears filled her eyes once more, she had been betrayed the people she trusted.

Harry had been betrayed by someone he considered as a brother and an adoptive mother; she didn’t know how she was going to explain this to Harry. He had lived with so much but to hear that someone he trusted had oblivated his memories just because they didn’t want the two of them together broke her heart.

“Oh Hermione,” whispered Luna as she moved off Draco and sat on the bed, pulling the older woman into one arm hug.

“What happened?” Draco leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. He knew that she had been memory charmed many times but wondered who had done it and why.

“Harry and I gave into our desire to be together,” Hermione whispered, “It started in our fourth year when everyone turned their backs on Harry. We were left alone and it got harder to fight our desire that we gave in but Ron caught up and oblivated us.” Draco sat back in his chair in shock while Luna’s blue gaze hardened. “We didn’t do anything else because Ron was always around us but the kiss I gave him on the cheek after our fourth year started up our desire once more. We exchanged letters and when Harry came up for the summer, we found a place and made out but Mrs. Weasley caught up and oblivated us as well.” Draco and Luna exchanged hard looks – they had always been wary about Ron but to hear that Mrs. Weasley had been involved as well sent shocks through them.

Hermione let out a bitter laugh. “It didn’t stop us,” admitted Hermione and they looked at her once more, “We kept making out, there was this need that was driving us together and Ron kept catching us to change our memories – we lost almost two years thank to that bastard!” Hermione screamed as she grabbed the glass and threw it across the room, hearing it shattered when it hit the wall.

Hermione stood up and paced the room, she noticed that they were now in Gryffindor’s girls’ dormitory but pushed it out of her mind as she tried to deal with the betrayal that she and Harry had suffered at the hands of someone they had trusted with their lives.

Luna moved back over to Draco and sat down on his lap once more as they watched Hermione pace, obviously unhappy with the situation.

“I mean, its just pathetic – Ron only did it because he wanted us to be together and Molly did it so she would have her happy Weasley family – whatever happened to what Harry and I wanted or is that not allowed?” ranted Hermione. The pain was getting worse but she just assumed that it was the after effects of the memory charms.

Shaking it off, she stopped and turned to face Draco and Luna, who were eyeing her closely as they could, they could see that her face was turning white and she was swallowing painfully while her hands clenched into fists that her knuckles were turning white.

Hermione opened her mouth only for the pain to intensify, shooting through her stomach, stealing her breath as she groaned, clutching her stomach as she bent over; before she fell to her knees, sweat budding along her hairline as she tried to breathe through the pain. Luna got off Draco and hurried over to Hermione, kneeling down beside here while Draco sat up sat up straight.

“What? What’s wrong?” Draco demanded, worry clear in his tone.

“It’s Harry…he’s in pain,” sobbed Hermione, “I can feel him, he’s trying to fight the pain but it’s making it worse!”

“Sh,” Luna soothed as she rocked the sobbing girl before she looked at Draco and he nodded. They needed to find Harry and fast, if what Hermione was saying, then Harry was going to a Bloodlust Event and would need his mate if he was going to be satisfied.

“So…do you know where Potter is or do you still want me to be your little bloodhound?” Draco asked. Hermione gave him a watery amused smile at his attempt of a joke.

“I know where he is,” she told them and Draco’s smirk grew into a smile, Hermione was startled to see that his canines had grown into fangs.

“Good – now let’s go and get your mate so we can get this train back on track – obviously the two of you need a good shag to get all this out of your system,” Draco stood up and patted Luna on the ass. “Be a good girl and help her pack – I’ll meet you at our secret spot.”

“Whatever you say…master,” purred Luna as she gave lustful eyes over her shoulder. Draco just winked before he left the room and Luna turned back to Hermione, who was watching them with amusement. “Vampires are highly sexual people – they will take you in the Great Hall with everyone watching as long as they get their need sated.”

“Oh,” Hermione just uttered as she watched Luna head over to Hermione’s drawers, humming. There was obviously a lot she needed to learn about vampires. Luna pulled out a bunch of clothes from the drawers and headed over to the trunk that Hermione had opened and placed her books into the trunk.

The order had brought their stuff over during the transportation; Dumbledore didn’t feel it was safe for them to stay where they were. He wanted them to be in Hogwarts where it was safer for them when something hit Hermione.

“Wait a minute,” started Hermione and Luna looked at her. “What is Draco doing here during the summer?”

“He is here for his protection, Lucius is not exactly father material so Dumbledore allowed him to stay here over the summer – Snape is looking after him,” Luna explained as she finished packing the suitcase. “Draco can it explain it more to you if you want more answers.”

Hermione stared at the young female before she sat down on the bed, still looking at Luna.

“How did you know that he was a vampire?” Hermione asked, “I mean, I only found out about Harry through him biting me.” Luna sat down next to Hermione as her blue eyes took on a dreamy look.

“I can always tell when there is something different about a person,” Luna started, “it’s due to their aura, Draco and Harry have similar auras due to being a vampire but there are differences in it as they are separate people. Both of them act the same, they avoid people as much as they can – this helps them with the blood lust, they are strong in their own right that people actually look up to them whenever they need help.” Hermione nodded as she remembered. “And they’re both hot,” Hermione let out a shocked laugh as she looked at Luna wide eyes, Luna just gave her a smile, shrugging.

“You are shameless,” Hermione told her and Luna laughed as she stood up.

“You will find that being with a vampire gives you more confidence,” Luna explained. “They are very sexual people; they will teach you how to love yourself.” Hermione started to blush as she remembered how far she and Harry had gotten, they had almost slept together when Molly burst in and she could remember the frustration that accompanied it, Harry was very good with his hands and mouth and it just made her desperate for more.

They had almost slept together when Molly interrupted them and rudely changed their memories – she wanted to scream, she wanted to throw something, she wanted to find Harry and make him take her like he was going to.

Luna finished packing Hermione things and turned to look at her only to see that she was sitting on the bed, staring out of the window with teary eyes and felt her heart break for the brunette, she couldn’t imagine what it was like to be with the one you love and have your memories constantly changed because two people couldn’t accept it.

Luna sat down next to Hermione and placed an arm around Hermione’s shoulders, drawing her into a side-way hug, comforting her.

“I can’t imagine what Harry will be like,” Hermione whispered, “He was so hurt when Ron turned his back on him back in forth year, to find that Ron played a part in changing our memories will hurt him even more.”

“He has you,” Luna whispered, “He already knows Ron isn’t as trustworthy as he used to be – yes, he will be hurt and yes, he will feel betrayed but he knows it was all worth it because it helped you to realise that you love each other and you had chosen to be with each other.”

“He’s in so much pain,” Hermione whispered, tearfully, “I can feel it; it feels like it’s tearing him apart.” Luna just hushed her as she rubbed her hand up and down Hermione’s arm.

“He will be okay once we find him,” assured Luna before she straightened Hermione up, “But we need to go now.” Hermione nodded as she wiped her tears away and took deep breath to calm herself before casting a shrinking spell on her trunk and placed it in her pocket.

The two girls left Gryffindor’s common room and Luna led the way to meet up with Draco near the girls’ toilet. Draco gave them a short nod when he saw them.

“You ready?” Draco asked and Hermione nodded before frowning.

“How do we exactly find Harry?” Hermione asked and Draco grinned as he pulled Harry’s dog-tags from around Hermione’s neck and held it in front of her.

“These are in tune to our blood – all you have to do is think about Harry and it will transport you to him,” Draco explained.

“Oh,” uttered Hermione, shocked as she took the dog-tags into her hands, rubbing her thumb over Harry’s name before she pinned Draco with a glare. “You and Harry are going to answer all of my questions,” she warned and Draco gave her a mock salute.

“Whatever you say Ma’am,” drawled Draco, getting giggles from Luna and a glare from Hermione as all three took a hold of the dog-tags. Hermione closed her eyes and concentrated on Harry before she sighed.

“Harry…” all three of them disappeared with a white flash, unnoticed by the castle and its occupants.

TBC

Ron’s a bad guy – will wonders ever cease?

Is it wrong of me to love Draco?

[Ava]

No there's nothing wrong with loving Draco. Can't stand Ron and Mrs. Weasley. Hope they get what they deserve. And just how hot was the scenes between Harry and Hermoine. love them! More please?

[Bubblegal]

Thanks for the review Ava - Here's a Harry/Hermione scene for you.

A lot of things are explained in this story but not everything.

Chapter 4: Too Far Gone


“Do you believe that mudblood bitch?” raged Ron as he stormed through the hallways of Hogwarts looking for his ex-girlfriend. Molly walked along with him.

“She is just upset and worried about Harry dear, I’m sure once she’s calmed down, she will be willing to be your girlfriend once more,” assured Molly and Ron growled.

“She better be,” warned Ron, “I have waited far too long for her and I’m not letting Potter get something that belongs to me.” Molly nodded, agreeing with her son. “Though, how the hell can he be a Vampire? I’m supposed to be his best friend, a brother yet he never told me?”

“I’m sure he was trying to protect himself and you from getting hurt,” Molly soothed her son. “I mean, he would have thought that you could have been killed for knowing and being friends with a vampire.” Ron thought about it for a moment before he nodded.

“Yeah, that sounds a lot like Potter, always wanting to protect his friends,” Ron agreed before he stopped in his tracks and gave a frustrated grunt. “Looks like Hermione and Loony aren’t here – we’d better report back to Professor Dumbledore.” Molly gave a short nod of agreement and they walked back to the office.

Dumbledore was sitting on his chair with his chin resting on his linked fingers as he gazed into the fire with a thoughtful yet far away look in his blue eyes. He was alone in the office while the others went looking for Hermione and Luna. He decided to take a trip down memory lane.

Dumbledore rushed through the streets at a high pace. He had felt young Harry in danger and he needed to seek out the young boy, hoping that a Death Eater had not found him where he was supposed to be safe.

Dumbledore’s heart almost stopped when he saw the young boy lying on the ground completely soaked through from the pounding rain. There was a figure leaning over the boy, their hand on the boy’s neck, obviously checking for a pulse.

“There is no need to try and kill me,” the man said without looking behind him. Dumbledore stopping his wand from rising higher as he stared at the man’s back. “I am not hurting him.”

The man stood up and turned to face Dumbledore. Dumbledore gaped at the image revealed to him through the moonlight that shone in between the clouds. The man had spiky black hair and deep blue eyes…he had fangs appearing over his bottom lips.

Dumbledore gasped as understanding dawned on him and he looked toward Harry, who was still lying on the ground, to see twin punctures on his neck. His blood was still leaking from the wounds but not as serious as it could have been.

“You bit him,” Dumbledore whispered and the Vampire tilted his head, curious.

“I had to…otherwise he would have never survived the night,” the vampire told him before shaking his head. “Do not fear, he will not become a full vampire, I am not that heartless despite what you wizards think of vampires.”

“What will he become?” Dumbledore asked.

“A half vampire, one that that is immune to all vampire weakness apart from the bloodlust, that will be enhance by two extra days – he will go through the bloodlust for three days a month – be warned that he should not be around anyone at those times. If he does bite someone, they will become his mate and that is irreversible and he will not be able to use his wand to it’s full extent as he is now a half vampire, half human meaning his core is not as bound as a normal wizard,” the vampire explained. “Teach him of our ways – it will serve him when the time comes.”

“I do not understand,” Dumbledore told him and the vampire sighed as he looked down at the still dazed boy before looking at Dumbledore.

“We must get him back to his house, he must be rested if he is to have a chance,” he held up his hand, “I will explain everything once we have him safe.”

They reached the Dursleys’ house. Dumbledore put a sleeping charm over the house to ensure that the Dursleys would not awake during the night and catch them before he led the way into the living room.

The vampire, carrying Harry, placed the young boy on the couch and pulled a cover over him to keep him warm before both men took a seat. Dumbledore pointed his wand at the fireplace and muttered an spell that got the fire roaring, heating up the room quickly than a usual fire would.

“Will you now explain?” asked Dumbledore and the vampire sighed as he looked into the fire to gather his thoughts before he spoke.

“Eleven years ago, I bumped into a sixteen year old girl with amazing green eyes, she had red hair and seemed wise before her age,” Dumbledore paled as the implication grew in his mind, “I knew straight away then that she would bear the child that would help to bring down the evil known as Voldemort.”

“How could you have known?” Dumbledore asked. “Vampire can’t use magic – they have no magical core.”

“Ah, but we are capable of doing spells as long as we have the right ingredients and chants,” vampire reminded, “I know of a seer – she is a close…friend of mine,” Dumbledore knew that he meant lover, “She had a vision of this event coming to past – she even knew when it would happen so I sought out the girl…Lily Evans. I told her that she would be faced with a choice and ask her what she would have done if faced with such choice – she gave me an answer and I accepted.”

“You knew that she would die on Halloween?” Dumbledore whispered and the vampire nodded, “And you say that she also knew?” the vampire nodded again, “Why would she not warn us?”

“Because it was inevitable,” the vampire explained before sighing, “Everything has its path – Lily was meant to sacrifice her life to save her son – that was never going to change despite what people may have thought. I warned her of the consequences of giving her life up for her son…that she would invoke the blood ritual and only her blood would be able to protect him…meaning that Harry would only be allowed to go to family members that shares her blood.”

“She knew that the Dursleys would be the ones to get Harry,” Dumbledore whispered and the vampire nodded.

“She was distraught, she didn’t want her son to grow up in a household that hated magic, she knew that Vernon would abuse her son but she wanted her son to live, to have the chance of life and love that I couldn’t refuse her when she asked me of something,” the Vampire explained and Dumbledore started to pale.

“No…she wouldn’t…” Dumbledore stumbled but met the grave cold blue eyes of the vampire.

“She begged me to save her son if the chance ever came down to it. I had been worried as I was a full vampire and if I were to bite him and sire him, he would become a full vampire, ending the Potters’ line. She had been torn, she didn’t want her son to be defenceless but she didn’t want her son to be robbed of his chance of having children so she worked and researched until she came up with a way for me to turn him into a half-vampire. This would ensure Harry would be able to have children, walk in the sunlight and have no weakness. But the downfalls were that the bloodlust would enhance by an extra two days and his magical core would no longer be bounded as vampires have no magical core – his magic can no longer be bound by his wand. He can do wandless magic but only to an extent as it will kill him to use his magic for a long period of time,” the vampire explained. “You are looking at the result of a woman’s love for a child that hadn’t existed at the time and only tripled when she found out that she was pregnant and heard of the prophecy.”

“Why would she not tell us any of this?” Dumbledore asked as he gazed into the fire.

“She feared for her child’s life,” the vampire explained. Dumbledore looked at him. “People do not always act rational. All she knew was that her future child was going to be in danger. I knew Voldemort would die that night when he would face Harry but I also knew that he would come back.”

“But Harry already had the power that Voldemort doesn’t know,” Dumbledore protested and the vampire shrugged.

“Like I said, everything has its path and you shouldn’t try and change it,” the vampire warned. “Fate does not like that.”

“This…Seer,” the vampire nodded, “She sees everything?” Dumbledore asked and the vampire nodded once more. “Can I see her?”

“No,” the vampire cut him off. “She will see no one.” Dumbledore narrowed his eyes at him before he nodded, letting it go. He knew when to push and when to leave it alone.

“What are you going to do with Harry?” Dumbledore asked.

“He will have to stay here,” the vampire told him. “The blood wards will still protect him while he still has his mother’s blood inside of him but you need teach him when he comes to Hogwarts – it is vital.” He stood up along with Dumbledore, pulled out something from his jacket pocket, and held his hand out toward Dumbledore.

Dumbledore held his hand out, palm up, curious to what the vampire would be giving him.

“Give him this,” the vampire dropped the dog tags into the old man’s hand. Dumbledore looked at it carefully, one tag had Harry’s name printed along it and the other said ‘sired by:’ Dumbledore looked up at him, confused. “This will allow Harry to contact me despite the fact that he doesn’t know who I am.”

“Why dog-tags?” asked Dumbledore.

“It lets another vampire know that their victim already belongs to another vampire and prevents them from biting them,” the vampire explained. “Every vampire has one apart from the Master because they are the first the walk among the earth.” He pulled out his dog-tags but cleverly hid his name. Dumbledore looked at the dog-tags in his hands.

“Why won’t you tell me your name?” Dumbledore asked.

“Because there is a bounty on my head and it is safer for all of us if no one knows who I am,” the vampire said before he bowed his head and left the room altogether, leaving Dumbledore alone with his thoughts.

Dumbledore turned to face the still unconscious boy lying on the bed and sighed sadly to him.

“This was not the life I wished for you,” he whispered before he left, leaving Harry alone to deal with his new-found abilities.

Dumbledore was shaken out of his thoughts when the door opened and he looked up to see the Order along with the Weasleys making their way into the room and turned back to his duty of the headmaster and leader of the Order.

“They are gone,” Ron spoke up. “Hermione and Luna are nowhere to be found.” Dumbledore turned to look at Snape and he nodded as well.

“Hm, it looks like they have gone off to find Harry by themselves,” Dumbledore told them before frowning as he turned to look out of the window. “The question is…will they come back?”


The building itself was a large two floor cottage. It was looking much run down and it was in the middle of a village that seemed to be mostly abandoned.

Draco looked at the building in front of him with a look of displeasure. Luna was smiling, inwardly, to herself at Draco’s look while Hermione looked at the building with a determined look.

“Are you sure he is here?” Draco asked, pulling his blue eyes away from the building and over to Hermione. Hermione huffed as she turned to face him.

“For the fifth time, yes!” she told him, exasperated and Draco held his hands up in surrender.

“I was just asking!” Draco defended himself before looking at the building. “It doesn’t look like a place Potter would go and hide out in.”

“That is the point,” Luna spoke up, drawing Hermione and Draco’s attention, “People are more likely to skip a place they think Harry wouldn’t hide out in.”

“Huh,” Draco looked at the building once more. “I guess Granger has been rubbing off on him more than I thought.” He winced when he felt a sharp nudge to his ribs and the cold glare from Hermione.

“Let’s just find him,” Hermione growled as she stalked over to the door and pushed it open. All three of them stepped into the hallway, taking in the sights of the peeling and fading wallpapers.

Shattered glass, from the frames and mirrors, covered the hallway floor. The furniture in the living room had been shattered; splintered woods were all over the place. The fireplace was cracked; it looked like someone had taken their fists and feet to the tiles.

“Merlin…” whispered Draco as he looked at the place, he had never witnessed such carnage before. It looked like a trapped wolf tore the place apart trying to get out.

“We need to find Harry,” Hermione told them as she pulled her gaze away from the scene and over to the stairs, they could see breaks in the plaster. “Oh Harry…” They reached the top of the stairs and found it was just the same as it was down the stairs.

Each room they passed were in ruins; glass glittered on the ground, crunching under their shoes as they walked down the hallway until they reached the last bedroom.

Hermione pushed the door open and stepped in only to stop in her tracks when she spotted Harry curled in the corner. He was in full vamp mode, his green eyes flecked with deep red; the room was in ruins. The tables, chairs and bookshelves all smashed to pieces. There were ripped bed sheets on the bed; they had not been ripped that much, just tears about.

“Oh Harry,” whispered Hermione as she hurried over to him. She knelt down beside him and placed a hand on his arm only for him to snarl and jerk away from her. Draco whistled as he looked around the destroyed room.

“My, my, my, I’ve never seen a bloodlust event like this before,” Draco muttered, drawing Hermione’s attention.

“Bloodlust event?” parroted Hermione and Draco nodded.

“When a vampire goes through a bloodlust – they can range from minimal to dangerous – dangerous is where a vampire has lost his mind. Harry is close to losing his mind so he needs blood,” explained Draco.

“That’s it?” Hermione asked, confused. Luna arched an eyebrow at her lover, waiting for him to expand and Draco sighed.

“He needs his mate’s blood but there is a chance that you would fall into bed as well so – you need to be prepared either way,” Draco explained, “That’s what was urging you all along, the need to mate.”

“I don’t care,” Hermione spoke up and they looked at her. “It’s Harry, he needs me, and I’m not going to lose him.” Luna and Draco gave her short nods before they looked each other, coming to a plan.

“We’ll go and replace the house as much as we can,” Luna looked up at Draco, who nodded, catching her meaning before they looked at Hermione.

“Harry should be alright after feeding – just make sure he gets some sleep,” Draco told her and Hermione nodded in understanding. Draco left the room with Luna following him but she stopped at the doorway.

“Oh!” Luna turned to face Hermione, “You might want to remove your top and remove your bra strap. If you don’t, the blood can stain your clothes.” Hermione shot her a thankful look before Luna left the room, closing the door.

Hermione turned back to Harry before she pulled her jumper off and threw it over a chair that was still standing and pulled down the bra strap before she straddled Harry’s hips. Harry bucked up into her but she managed to calm him by sliding her hand into his hair, cupping the back of his head.

Harry let out a low growl as she, slowly, guided him over to her neck, his red-flecked green eyes eying the pulse under her skin with a hungry expression.

“I love you,” Hermione whispered before she slammed Harry’s face into her neck and gasped when his fangs entered her jugular once more through the marks he had already made.

Blood rippled down the back of her neck as she tilted her head to the side, one of Harry’s hands coming up to hold it in the correct position. He sat up straighter, his arm slipping around her waist, pulling her in further, pressing her against his body.

“Harry…” moaned Hermione as he suckled in time with her heart before he pulled away from her, flicking his tongue over the wounds, encouraging it to heal. Harry lifted his head and took her lips into his.

All of his memories had came back to him and he was furious at Ron and Molly for doing that but he wasn’t going to let it get in his way, he had Hermione back in his arms and she wasn’t going to get away from him.

Harry stood up, his arms sliding around Hermione’s waist as she wrapped her legs around him, holding on to him as she kissed him passionately. She gasped when she felt the cool hard wall against her back and Harry pulling away from her.

“You’re mine,” he growled before he kissed her again, ripping her bra away from her body to bare herself to him.
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Yes,” Hermione moaned as Harry broke the kiss to taste her neck, greedily licking up the blood that had spilled during his feeding. He reached one of her nipples and sucked it into his mouth, relishing in the way her hips bucked up into his, pressing against his hardness as much as she could, trying to ease the ache deep inside of her.

Harry moved onto her other nipple, treating it the same before he pulled away and unhooked Hermione’s legs from his waist and helped her to steady herself before he unbuttoned her jeans and pulled down the zipper, the rasp sound was loud in the silence among their heavy breathing.

“Harry…” Hermione watched in confusion as Harry shot her a smirk, kneeling and pulling her jeans down. He helped her to remove her boots and jeans, leaving her clad in her red panties. He admired her for a few minutes before he reached up and removed her panties, drew one leg over his shoulder and leaned in.

“Harry…Oh!” Hermione’s head fell back when she felt Harry’s tongue touch her centre, lapping up at the slick juices and encouraging her to make more.

One of Hermione’s hand went to Harry’s hair, curling in his black locks as her other hand reached above her, curling around the curve of the wall lamp. Harry helped to spread her other leg out so he could access her centre even more.

Harry slid two fingers into her, flicking his tongue over her clit, teasing her, and thrusting his fingers in and out of her. Hermione arched up in pleasure when Harry, gently, scraped his teeth over the sensitive bud.

“Oh…Harry!” Hermione screamed as her body stiffened against him, her hands tightening around the metal of the lamp and in his hair. Harry continued to lick her and thrust his fingers into her.

Once Hermione came down from her high, she pushed Harry’s hand and mouth away from her, too sensitive for the assault to continue. Harry pulled away from her and slid up her body, kissing her.

Hermione moaned when she tasted herself on him. She gripped his shirt and spun them around so he was against the wall and she ripped his shirt, exposing his golden skin that were marred by white scars due to numerous of attacks, all ranging from his childhood throughout Hogwarts.

Harry could not help but smirk when he realised that his little bookworm was beginning to become a wildcat in the heat. She removed his now torn shirt from his body and threw it across the room before running her hands over his muscles.

Hermione’s hands reached his jeans and unbuttoned it before pulling the zippers down only to lick her lips when she saw that he had gone commando. She flicked a lusty look up at Harry through her eyelashes as she knelt down, pulling his jeans down and removed it from his body.

Reaching a hand up, she cupped his cock, admiring him as she stroked him. She leaned in to take in everything. She barely had the chance to see him the last time and she was intent on making it last this time.

As she admired him, Harry’s hands slid themselves into her hair, relishing in the feel of her soft curls once more when a drop of semen seeped out, startling Hermione, and arousing her curiosity as she moved in and flicked her tongue over it, eager to taste it.

Harry’s head tilted backward as a guttural moan escaped his throat when Hermione took him into his mouth, using her hand to cover the part she could not take in. Using her hand and mouth together, she began sucking him.

It did not take long for Harry to explode, just the feel of her wet mouth and exploring tongue around him. Hermione swallowed him and continued to suck him, cleaning him up.

Harry pulled her off his cock and pulled her back up his body before he kissed her hard, tasting himself on her and growing hard once more.

“Wow,” Hermione pulled away to look down at Harry’s hardness. She knew that teenagers had stamina but she had never heard of one getting hard so soon after having an orgasm.

“Perks of being a vampire,” explained Harry as he took her lips back into his, pulling her body into his before he backed her up toward the bed, wanting to complete their bond.

Hermione moaned as she wrapped her arms around Harry’s neck before jumping up into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist so her heat was at his stomach.

“I’m too far gone Hermione,” mumbled Harry as he pressed her down on the bed. “Tell me to stop if you really want me to.”

“Don’t,” begged Hermione as she pulled him down further on her “Take me.” Harry growled as he spread her legs for her and settled between her legs. He dipped a finger into her, testing her only to nip at her neck when he felt her answering heat and decided that she was more than ready.

He shifted himself so his cock pressed against her heat before he slid in; taking his time, as he knew that she was a virgin. When he felt his head reaching her barrier, he took her lips into his, kissing her till he knew that she was distracted from what they were doing before he pushed himself all the way in.

Hermione let out a hiss of pain as she broke the kiss. Harry just moved his head down to her neck, kissing it softly while scraping his teeth, gently, over the skin until she was accustomed to him being inside of her.

Hermione, experimentally, moved her hips now that the pain was gone. Harry lifted his head and looked into her brown eyes and she gave him a gently smile, giving him the permission to carry on. Harry pulled himself out before he pushed back in, enjoying the way Hermione moaned.

Hermione’s hands came up over his back as he leaned in and kissed her. Hermione rocked her hips, trying to get into rhythm with Harry. It took a few fumble before they managed to get into the rhythm and soon, Hermione was moaning in pleasure as her head tilted backward.

Harry leaned in and kissed her neck, sucking at her pulse point only to groan as Hermione’s nails raked down his back as her hips bucked up into his, wrapping her legs around his waist, bringing him in deeper.

Harry pushed himself onto his forearms, looking down at her as he started thrusting into her, harder and faster. The headboard started banging against the wall under the pressure before he unhooked on of her legs, spreading it out so he was pressing deeper inside of her, causing her to buck up even harder.

Bringing his hand into play, he circled his thumb over her clit before flicking it, sending Hermione falling over into the abyss of pleasure as she orgasmed.

“Oh…yes…yes…YES!” Hermione’s head flew back as her body arched up into Harry’s body. Harry groaned when he felt her walls clamp down and contract around him, drawing his orgasm.

Harry slumped down on her body and she brought her arms around his waist once more, cradling him as he rested his head on her shoulder. Hermione rested her head on his shoulder, her face in his neck as she flicked her tongue out, tasting the sweat and the taste of Harry.

Harry lifted his head and looked down at her. Hermione could see that the bloodlust was not over yet and offered her neck up to him, gently tugging his head down. Harry did not need any extra encouragement.

His face morphed into his vampire face and his fangs sunk into the marks once more, getting a gasp from Hermione as her body arched up into his body, her walls clenching around him in time with his suckles and her heartbeat.

“Oh…” she moaned as an orgasm started to build up once more, her walls clenching harder around Harry as she shifted her hips. Harry got the message and started moving within her, ensuring his teeth stayed still so they did not rip her throat out. “Oh…yes,” she moaned again as one hand slid into Harry’s thick locks, holding him to her neck while her other hand gripped his ass.

Harry suckled harder as he thrusted deeper inside of her, setting off her climax. “Ah!” Hermione bit down on Harry’s neck, not enough to draw blood but hard enough to leave a mark. That brought Harry out of his blood lust rage and he withdrew his fangs as her breathing started to slow down.

Harry removed his head from her neck and lapped up the blood once more before he shifted himself over to the side so he was not crushing Hermione. Hermione cupped his cheeks and kissed him softly before she pulled away.

“I love you,” Hermione whispered as she kissed him again. Harry looked into her brown eyes; his green eyes a normal colour.

“I love you too,” Harry whispered before he kissed her and wrapped his arms around her body, pulling her into his embrace as they slowly fell asleep.

At the last minute, Harry waved his hand and everything in the room repaired itself, the covers stitching itself back to normal and settled over the sleeping couple.

Down the stairs in the living room, a couple was now happy that they had managed to finish fixing everything up to make the place far more liveable that it had been in the first place.

“Guess the bloodlust event is over,” Draco groaned as he slumped down on the now fixed couch with a sigh of happiness that he was finished fixing the place up.

Luna smiled as she sat down on the couch next to Draco, curling up into his side as she tucked her feet under her and rested her head on his shoulder as he slid his arm over her shoulders.

She had a feeling that everything was going to be okay for the time being.

TBC

There you go – I hope the dog tags explanation is suitable, I have noticed that Soldiers wear them so that they identified of which troop they belong to and I thought Vampires would do the same – this way they know whose childe belongs to whom.

Okay – another thing – the chapter titles are linked to the chapter itself – they are quotes of what had been said – just letting you know ahead of time.

[Ava]

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This really gets better and better with each new update. Of course like always love the Harry and Hermoine scenes. Definitely enjoyed discovering just how Harry became the way he did. I don't remember if you said how Draco became a vampire or not and if he's a full vampire or half vamp like Harry. Guess I have to reread this again to find out, lol! Can't wait to see what will happen next and some more H/HR and Dr/L love scenes.

[Bubblegal]

Chapter 5: It’s a bitch to wash out

Hermione moaned as she reached a hand out to her left only to encounter empty cool sheets. Opening her eyes, confused and sleepy, she noticed that her lover was no longer in bed with her.

“Harry?” Hermione sat up, rubbing one eye with a hand while the other one held the sheets close to her bare chest. She looked around till she spotted Harry sitting on the chair, looking out of the window.

“You should be sleeping,” Harry told her, not once startled or turning her way.

“You’re not in bed with me,” reminded Hermione as she slipped off the bed, wrapping the sheet around her body before she moved over to Harry, sliding a hand over his tense shoulder, “Nightmares?” She slid herself into his lap, her hand that was on his shoulder moved over to his neck so she could play with the thick hair at the nape.

“They basically raped us,” Harry growled out, still looking out of the window, “They raped our minds, changing our memories to suit their needs.”

“We got our memories back,” soothed Hermione and Harry turned to look at her.

“They took our memories Hermione, everything we did – we lost most of our lives because of them,” Harry reminded and Hermione sighed.

“Well get them back, Harry, I promise you,” she cupped his cheek, stroking the soft skin. “They will regret that they tried to change our memories and tear us apart.”

“Hm,” he turned to look at her. “How are you feeling? I did take a lot of blood from you.” Hermione shook her head.

“I’m fine,” she assured him. “You didn’t take as much as you did back in third year.” Harry nodded before he leaned in and kissed her. Hermione moaned as she shifted slightly.

“We could have been doing this since our fifth year,” Harry whispered in her ear as his hand slid up her body. One hand cupped her sheet-covered breast while the other slid around her body. “I could have taken you in all the ways I had been imagining since I started having dreams about you. Fucking you hard and fast that you wouldn’t remember your name.”

“Oh…please…” she pleaded as Harry ripped the sheet away from her body, baring him completely to his eyes and his eyes only. Hermione shifted in his arms so she was straddling him, his cock pressing against her opening but Harry made sure one of his hands were on her hips, preventing her from taking him.

His other hand played with one of her nipples, brushing his head over her core, teasing her.

“Harry…fuck me!” Hermione pleaded. Harry lost it as he stood up. Hermione squealed as she wrapped her legs around his waist as Harry moved over the bed and knelt down on it.

He pinned her against the headboard and thrusted himself into her. Hermione moaned as she arched her body into his, her breathing raspy as she watched Harry with dark eyes. Harry smirked as he slowly pulled himself out before repeating the pace entering her once more.

“Harry…” Hermione moaned, pleading him to move faster but Harry just smirked, and he just kept the pace up, knowing he was driving her crazy with desire.

Hermione was going crazy; he was thrusting into her with a slow pace. She needed him to go faster…she needed him to go harder. An idea came to her mind and she clenched her walls as Harry entered her.

Harry stopped and growled as he slammed all the way in before pulling out just to repeat it once more.

“Yes!” Hermione groaned as Harry moved his head down and took a nipple into his mouth, nipping on it before sucking it, hard. Pleasure rippled through Hermione as sweat dripped down her body, her hips moving with the rhythm.

“Come on baby,” grunted Harry as he thrusted harder into her before his eyes caught sight of the mark on her neck and knew what would push her over the edge. With a growl, he sunk his fangs into her neck.

Hermione let out a scream of pleasure as her nails raked down his back, her walls clenching around him as she orgasmed. Her head hit the wall from where she threw back in pleasure but Harry was not finished.

He pulled himself out of Hermione and placed her on her knees on the bed before he turned her around and bent her over.

“Wha…oh!” gasped Hermione as Harry thrusted himself into her once more. Hermione’s logical mind…the one that was working…instantly recognised the position as doggy-style. Lavender and Parvati had mentioned that men liked that position. She never knew that women could like it too. He felt much bigger when he was taking her this way that she almost felt like she was going to split into two.

Harry thrusted into her, taking her hard and fast, she moaned as her orgasm started flaring up once more.

“Harder…” she moaned as Harry felt his peak reaching.

“Mine,” Harry sunk his fangs into her once more, drinking from her as Hermione slid a hand into his hair, holding him to her neck as he spilled his seeds into her just as she climaxed around him.

They slumped onto the bed just as Harry dislodged his fangs from her neck. With a groan, he rolled off Hermione so he was not crushing her and she turned her head to face him.

“You…have…a lot…of …fantasies,” she gasped out and Harry chuckled as he turned his head to look at her. He brushed a strand of hair from her face.

“You don’t like it?” he teased and she slapped him.

“Just a little warning would be nice,” she teased back as Harry lifted a hand and the sheets flew into his hand. He spread out over them once more as Hermione cuddled into his side and they fell back to sleep.

Harry blinked when the sunlight filled the room. Looking over at the window, he could see the sun was high in the sky, indicating that it was after eight. Looking at the warm body next to him, Hermione was still sleeping.

Leaning over, he pressed a kiss to Hermione’s neck before sliding out of bed. Moving over to the window, he pulled the curtains shut, blocking the sunlight, and allowing Hermione some more sleep.

He reached over to the chair, grabbed his jeans, and pulled it on his body, zipping and buttoning it up. He grabbed the black shirt and pulled it on his body before picking up the dog tags that was now lying on the ground, obviously fallen off Hermione during the night.

He slipped it around his neck, the familiar comforting weight around his neck before he made his way out of the room, leaving Hermione alone in their bed.

Draco was tucking into a bowl of cornflakes and milk while reading the papers in the kitchen when Harry came in. Harry looked toward Draco to see him sitting at the large island counter.

“Draco,” Harry gave a short nod before he moved over to the sink.

“Harry,” Draco looked toward the doorway before looking at Harry with an amused smirk. “Did you wear the bookworm out?” Harry chuckled as he turned around to look at Draco, resting the small of his back against the counter with a glass of water in his hand.

“Wouldn’t be a good vampire if I didn’t,” Harry reminded and Draco’s smirk turned into a smile.

“Yeah, I guess,” Draco said before sighing. “Is it true about Weasley?” Harry nodded and Draco shook his head. “I never liked him before but even I thought he had values and respects’ considering the fact his father is a muggle-lover.”

“He became obsessed with the idea of getting the one thing I didn’t have – Hermione. I have money and I’m famous so I’ve not to get the girl. Molly just wanted her perfect happy Weasley family – me with Ginny, Hermione with Ron,” Harry explained. “If I ever see them again, I’m ripping their throats out.”

“Mind if I watch?” Draco asked and Harry grinned.

“You’re more than welcome to join in,” Harry told him.

“Thanks but I rather not get their blood on my clothes – it’s a bitch to wash out,” Draco told him and Harry chuckled, amused.

“Hm, I thought I heard voices,” a dreamy voice came from the doorway and they turned to see Luna was making her way into the kitchen. She moved over to Draco, who kissed her neck and Harry could see the bite marks on her neck.

“Morning,” Harry greeted Luna and Luna grinned as she took a sip of Draco’s coffee before making a face that it was too strong. Draco and Harry chuckled at the look on her faces. Vampires liked their food strong because by being un-dead, their taste buds were not as strong as it used to be when human. Harry and Draco found that they could tolerate strong and mild food.

Hermione sighed as she woke up. She rolled over onto her other side only to see that Harry was no longer in the room with her. Startled, she sat up and searched the room only to see that Harry’s jeans and top were missing and concluded that he had gone down the stairs.

She pulled herself out of bed, wincing as pain shot between her legs and smiled wryly to herself. There was a reason why a virgin should always wait until after the pain had gone before she slept with her boyfriend again.

She leaned down and picked up her clothes. She pulled on her jeans and her jumper before heading out of the bedroom and down the stairs. She made her way into the kitchen and smiled when she saw the others.

“Morning,” she greeted only for something to register as she saw Draco drinking from Luna and she looked at Harry to see that he was not even surprise. He just reading the newspapers and wondered just what else they had kept from her.

“Wait – how are you not surprise that Luna is Draco’s mate or that Draco is a vampire?” Hermione demanded as she moved over to Harry to sit down on his lap.

“Vampires have a heighten sense – I can smell Draco over Luna,” Harry told her before nudging his head toward the dog tags that was around Draco’s neck. “And we share the same sire.” Hermione looked at Draco, shocked.

“Both of you were bitten by the same person?” Draco nodded.

“I was bitten at the age of five as punishment toward my father,” Draco explained. Hermione frowned and Draco sighed. “Our sire has a lover. My father decided he wanted the lover and Voldemort wanted her for her ability to see the future – needless to say, our sire didn’t like what had happened and bit me out of revenge.”

“Your father raped…” Hermione trailed off, feeling sick and Draco nodded.

“Yeah – trust me, I wasn’t happy when I found out either. I wanted to smash his smug face into the wall,” he growled.

“She has the ability to see the future?” Hermione asked deflecting the conversation and Harry nodded.

“Yeah – she told my sire who then told my mum when she was sixteen that she would give birth to the child that would bring Voldemort down. He even told her that she would die and that there was a choice,” Harry explained. Even Luna was curious. “Give up or jump in front of the spell, invoking the blood ritual.”

“Oh!” understanding dawned on Hermione. “That’s why Dumbledore is so persistent about you staying with the Dursleys.” Harry nodded and Hermione frowned again. “She knew that she was going to die?”

“Yeah – she even knew that my uncle would abuse me but she wanted me to be able to live my life, to find love,” Harry explained, “That she begged my sire to change me when the time came. It turned out that she researched everything there was about vampires and came up a way for our sire to turn me into a half blood – a Dhampir.”

“Half human, half vampire,” Luna murmured under her breath as all four of them lapsed into silence.

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Dumbledore was sitting on his chair behind his desk once more, a letter in his hand when he could sense someone coming up the stairs. Acting quickly, he opened the side drawer and placed the letter in it, closed it and looked up in time to see the door open.

“What’s happening?” Molly asked as she made her way into the office with Ron, Ginny and the Order close behind her. “Are we close to finding Harry and Hermione?”

“No.” Dumbledore sighed with a troubled expression. “It appears that they have disappeared off the radar.”

“How is that possible?” queried Moody in his usually gruff manner.

“They have either hid themselves away in an unplottable house or they are dead,” Dumbledore told them, “As Voldemort hasn’t claimed himself as a victory yet, we can safely assume that they are alive and hidden.”

“Where could they have hidden themselves?” McGonagall asked, “Why have they hidden themselves? Can they not trust us?” She felt sadden at the thought that her two favourite students couldn’t ask them for help or trust them.

“It is obvious that Harry felt he couldn’t trust any one of us to tell us that he was a vampire,” Arthur spoke up before he sighed, “I only wish that we had made him feel safer.” Ron just looked away, annoyed.

“We must dig deep into his background,” Dumbledore stood up from his seat, “we must find out who had sired Harry and when he was turned as the Dursleys have not mentioned anything strange of Harry.” He got nods from everyone as each one left the office, leaving only him and McGonagall.

“I hope they will return to us when they are ready,” McGonagall said and Dumbledore smiled assuredly at her.

“I’m sure they will,” Dumbledore assured and she left the classroom. Dumbledore sat down once more and pulled out the letter from his drawer, reading it with a displeased frown.

‘Memory charms? Molly is lucky I didn’t have her arrested on the spot,’ fumed Dumbledore. He placed the letter on the desk, stood up, and paced the office with Fawkes watching him. ‘If only I could contact their sire and let him know what was happening. Those kids need him and they need him soon.’ He turned to face Fawkes.

“What do I do?” he asked. Fawkes just spread out his wings and Dumbledore chuckled. “Yes, I know. I need to let them spread their wings. They are smart, after all, but I cannot help but worry about them. They have become grandchildren in my heart.” Dumbledore looked out of the window. “I just hope their sire knows of the dangers that lie ahead and come to them in their time of need.”

*******

“What are you planning on doing?” a slender red head woman sat up on the bed, the candle light making her skin glow. Her breasts exposed as the white sheet fell down her body.

“I need to check on them,” he told her, not turning to face her. All she could see the back of his body and the short black hair.

“I do not foresee any dangers yet,” she reminded him, her hand sliding up his bare back and he turned his head, his blue eyes catching her green ones.

“You know as well as I do that the future is never set,” he told her and she rolled her eyes, amused.

“You worry too much my dear.” She leaned forward and kissed his shoulder, pressing her breasts against his back.

“Not enough,” he trailed a finger over the thin white scar on her neck and she pulled his hand away from her.

“That was not your fault – it was a pureblood who believed he was entitled to everything he wanted despite what other people said,” she told him in a hard tone. “You exacted your revenge by making his son a Dhampir; do not let it taint your soul.”

“I still want him dead,” he hissed, his face vamping out as he stood up, completely bare. She lay back down on the bed, propping her head on her hand as she watched his firm butt clench and unclench with his pacing.

“You will get your chance,” she promised him as her green eyes slowly turned white and he turned to face her. He walked over to the bed and knelt down beside it, taking her hand in his.

“Tell me what you see,” he encourage.

“I see Harry making plans. He has Draco and their mates by their sides. They will bring about an end to this war but they will do it in a way that no one would have ever foreseen…he has found a way round the ‘Neither can live while the others does’.” She described her voice ethereal.

“Are they in any dangers right now?” he asked and she shook her head.

“No…he is smart, he is keeping them away from Hogwarts for the moment…he knows that the war has to be his top priority at the moment. I see Lucius and I see you fighting with him…,” she whispered.

“Who wins?” he asked but she gasped as the white faded abruptly and she closed her eyes. He stood up and helped her to lie back completely on the bed. “Are you okay?” He sat down on the bed.

“I am fine, lover,” she assured him as she opened her eyes to reveal their usual green hue and she cupped his cheeks. “That future is undetermined – it depends on if Harry’s plans work.” He nodded.

“I will wait until they need me but I cannot leave them in the dark too longer. They are our children after all,” he warned and she nodded before tugging his head down so they could kiss.

“How about you tend to me?” she tempted and he grinned against her lips, intending to take up on the challenge.

******

“What were you planning on doing?” Hermione asked and Harry raked a hand through his black locks.

“I’m not going back to Hogwarts. Voldemort is a far more pressing need than learning.” He got nods of agreement. “I was going to have a look in some places to get clues.”

“Like where?” asked Draco and Harry shrugged.

“Gringotts, Knockturn Alley, the Ministry, and Hogwarts.” He listed. Hermione stared at him for a moment before her eyes widen in disbelief.

“You’re planning on breaking into them?” she hissed.

“Not Gringott and Knockturn Alley. However, the Ministry and Hogwarts? Yeah.”

“What do you expect to get from them?” Draco asked.

“Details about Voldemort. I have a plan on what I’m going to do to him.” He shook his head at their expecting looks. “I need to fully plan it out more.”

“You mean we need to plan things out,” Hermione interjected and Harry looked at her, looking guilty and she felt her rage build up.

“Actually, I only made the plans for myself,” he admitted and saw the rage in Hermione’s eyes. Draco and Luna were smarter and quick enough to get out of the kitchen before Hermione could blow up.

“You were planning on leaving me behind?” she demanded as she got off Harry’s lap and paced the kitchen, her hands flying over the place. “Just like what you keep trying to do over the last five years!” Harry’s eyes fell from her face to her butt that swayed sexily when she was angry…man; he loved that ass. “If you think I’m going to Hogwarts without you, you are sadly mistaken Harry James Potter.” Hermione paced the room. Harry just reclined on his chair, enjoying the sight of Hermione being pissy. “I have been through your side thick and thin for the last 5 years and I will be damned if I go back to Hogwarts without you!” she turned to face him only for her rage to come to a sudden halt when she saw that Harry was eyeing her body lustfully.

“Oh…don’t stop,” Harry motioned with his hand. “I like it when you get fired up.”

“I hate you,” she muttered, lamely, as she slid into his lap. Harry just kissed the side of her head.

“You are going to have to stay here,” Harry, warned her and she looked up at him, protests forming on her lips. Harry shook his head, cutting off her protestations and showing that he was firm. “No, Draco and I are half vampires. We can take care of ourselves but not when we’re worrying about you.”

“So I’ve just to sit at home and wait for you?” pouted Hermione but Harry shook his head.

“There’s a library vault underneath this house – I want you to check it out to see if there is any books that can help us,” Harry told her, smiling inwardly at the delight lighting up her eyes. “You can go on and check it out.” She squealed, kissed him before scrambling off his lap, and hurried over to the cellar door.

Flinging it open, she hurried down the stairs only for a squeal of happiness to erupt from her when she caught sight of the large library. It was even larger than Hogwarts and filled from ceiling to floor bookcases with books.

Harry just shook his head, amused and falling in love with his girl even more. He knew of her love for books and, unlike the stupid red haired boy, he appreciated it – he did know of the saying ‘it’s always the quiet ones’.

“Did you tell her about the library?” Draco’s voice asked from where he was standing in the doorway and Harry smirked.

“I like it when my girl gets worked up,” Harry told him. Draco chuckled as he made his way into the kitchen and sat next to Harry at the island counter.

“I can see why.” Draco told him and Harry looked at him. “She smells differently when she is surrounded by books…her blood smells richer due to her happiness and excitement.” Harry grinned at the memories of him and Hermione making out a lot in the library during their fifth year.

Breaking out of his thoughts, he pulled a map of Diagon Alley so they could check out the different shops they would need to check out in order to get clues.

“You sure you wanna do this?” Draco asked and met Harry’s dark eyes.

“I want this war finished,” he whispered and Draco nodded.

“I have your back,” Draco promised and Harry grinned as both of them turned back to the map.

TBC

No – the red haired woman is NOT Lily – Lily is dead along with James and Sirius – there will be not recurrence from them.

If only JK had made Draco good – Harry and Draco, both hot and bad boys – everyone would have loved the books regardless of the shippings!

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You must have read my mind. I thought for sure it was Lily. I can't but wonder if that was Serverus. Since I have heard about him lately. Can't wait to see just how far Harry and Draco will go to win the war. More please???