errorYou must be logged in to review this story.
Burning Eyes
folder
Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
11
Views:
8,849
Reviews:
16
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Category:
Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
11
Views:
8,849
Reviews:
16
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Burning Eyes
A vampire story...just watched \"Queen of the Damned\" :P
Disclaimer: Not mine except the plot.
**********************************************************************************
I was sitting in what could be described as the dodgiest pub in central London. I think all of the dregs of society were gathered here in this cramped space. They smelled of pints, blood and sex and I wondered what in hell was I doing there. There was music playing but I was hard pressed to say where it was coming from. I took another swallow of my bourbon and turned around so that my back wasn\'t to the door. That\'s when I saw her.
Hermione Granger. Fucking Hermione Granger.
Seemed that she wasn\'t dead after all.
She had been working on some case for Gringott\'s. It was the eldest Weasley sibling - Bill, I think his name was - that lured her into the lucrative but highly dangerous field of curse breaking. She had been excavating some tombs in Sri Lanka when she disappeared. Her body had turned up three days later: paper white, completely drained. No signs of vampiric attack were on her so there was no logical cause for the exsanguination. I even went to the bitch\'s funeral - watched her mother and father cry their eyes out. Potter and Weasel were devastated, naturally.
For someone who had been dead these past three years, she looked damned good.
Dressed in jeans and a black polo neck (the soft knit of which clung to her) and lethal looking black boots, she was very tasty, indeed. Hermione surveyed the room. She saw me and came over. That\'s when I saw them.
The bright burning eyes of a vampire.
Her eyes had always had a sparkle, but this was unnatural - scary. Hermione\'s ruby lips parted and she licked them. Those hot eyes travelled up and down my body before fixing themselves to my eyes. I was genuinely frightened and she knew it.
\"Long time no see, Malfoy.\" The nasal tones of girlhood had given way to a sultry poshness. Despite myself, I was intrigued by her. Then I shook my head.
\"Vampire hypnosis is so 1999, Hermione.\"
\"Damn. Just when I had you.\" She slid onto the stool next to me. \"And what brings you to this side of the city?\"
\"Was working over in Liverpool Street and stopped in for a beer.\"
\"You walked to Old Street for a beer?\"
\"I needed the walk as well.\"
\"Ah. Long hours in the office doing nothing wearing you out?\" She snapped her fingers and the bartender brought her a glass of what looked like well aged port. At least that\'s what I told myself it was.
\"Something like that.\"
\"Cheers\" She tapped her glass against the neck of my bottle.
I frowned as the red liquid in the glass swirled sickly in the dark light of the pub. \"That\'s not -\"
\"Blood? Of course it is. I\'m a vampire, Draco, not a fucking pikey.\"
\"Ha ha,\" I replied dryly. \"What a surprise to see you alive...well, undead...and kicking.\"
\"Yeah.\" She took a sip. \"Fucking Sri Lanka. I never wanted to take the case, you know.\"
\"No, I did not know that.\" The very ease in which we talked was what made me nervous. She knew and I knew that she could snap me in half if she chose. Odd as it was, Hermione Granger was now at the top of the food chain and it bugged the shit out of me.
\"Yeah. But shit happens, you know?\" She took a deep drink. \"God, I love it when some do-gooder donates blood. So pure it\'s like drinking 100 proof vodka.\"
\"That\'s sick, innit?\"
She raised a perfect eyebrow at me. \" \'Innit\'? Been hanging around the stews too long.\" She shook her head at me. \"I\'m surprised you even knew the way out of Mayfair.
\"Knightsbridge,\" I corrected her.
\"Classic.\" She smirked and drained the glass and set a couple of sickles on the bar. \"Come on.\"
\"Where?\"
\"To a real bar.\"
\"Real as in?\"
\"You\'ll find out.\" I could feel those reddish cinnamon eyes boring into me, compelling me to tag along. I was a wizard, I had my wand. I could handle it.
\"Fine.\" I tossed some money on the bar and we set out into the damp night.
Disclaimer: Not mine except the plot.
**********************************************************************************
I was sitting in what could be described as the dodgiest pub in central London. I think all of the dregs of society were gathered here in this cramped space. They smelled of pints, blood and sex and I wondered what in hell was I doing there. There was music playing but I was hard pressed to say where it was coming from. I took another swallow of my bourbon and turned around so that my back wasn\'t to the door. That\'s when I saw her.
Hermione Granger. Fucking Hermione Granger.
Seemed that she wasn\'t dead after all.
She had been working on some case for Gringott\'s. It was the eldest Weasley sibling - Bill, I think his name was - that lured her into the lucrative but highly dangerous field of curse breaking. She had been excavating some tombs in Sri Lanka when she disappeared. Her body had turned up three days later: paper white, completely drained. No signs of vampiric attack were on her so there was no logical cause for the exsanguination. I even went to the bitch\'s funeral - watched her mother and father cry their eyes out. Potter and Weasel were devastated, naturally.
For someone who had been dead these past three years, she looked damned good.
Dressed in jeans and a black polo neck (the soft knit of which clung to her) and lethal looking black boots, she was very tasty, indeed. Hermione surveyed the room. She saw me and came over. That\'s when I saw them.
The bright burning eyes of a vampire.
Her eyes had always had a sparkle, but this was unnatural - scary. Hermione\'s ruby lips parted and she licked them. Those hot eyes travelled up and down my body before fixing themselves to my eyes. I was genuinely frightened and she knew it.
\"Long time no see, Malfoy.\" The nasal tones of girlhood had given way to a sultry poshness. Despite myself, I was intrigued by her. Then I shook my head.
\"Vampire hypnosis is so 1999, Hermione.\"
\"Damn. Just when I had you.\" She slid onto the stool next to me. \"And what brings you to this side of the city?\"
\"Was working over in Liverpool Street and stopped in for a beer.\"
\"You walked to Old Street for a beer?\"
\"I needed the walk as well.\"
\"Ah. Long hours in the office doing nothing wearing you out?\" She snapped her fingers and the bartender brought her a glass of what looked like well aged port. At least that\'s what I told myself it was.
\"Something like that.\"
\"Cheers\" She tapped her glass against the neck of my bottle.
I frowned as the red liquid in the glass swirled sickly in the dark light of the pub. \"That\'s not -\"
\"Blood? Of course it is. I\'m a vampire, Draco, not a fucking pikey.\"
\"Ha ha,\" I replied dryly. \"What a surprise to see you alive...well, undead...and kicking.\"
\"Yeah.\" She took a sip. \"Fucking Sri Lanka. I never wanted to take the case, you know.\"
\"No, I did not know that.\" The very ease in which we talked was what made me nervous. She knew and I knew that she could snap me in half if she chose. Odd as it was, Hermione Granger was now at the top of the food chain and it bugged the shit out of me.
\"Yeah. But shit happens, you know?\" She took a deep drink. \"God, I love it when some do-gooder donates blood. So pure it\'s like drinking 100 proof vodka.\"
\"That\'s sick, innit?\"
She raised a perfect eyebrow at me. \" \'Innit\'? Been hanging around the stews too long.\" She shook her head at me. \"I\'m surprised you even knew the way out of Mayfair.
\"Knightsbridge,\" I corrected her.
\"Classic.\" She smirked and drained the glass and set a couple of sickles on the bar. \"Come on.\"
\"Where?\"
\"To a real bar.\"
\"Real as in?\"
\"You\'ll find out.\" I could feel those reddish cinnamon eyes boring into me, compelling me to tag along. I was a wizard, I had my wand. I could handle it.
\"Fine.\" I tossed some money on the bar and we set out into the damp night.