Dark Angelus

The wonder of magic can never be lost. It’s a beautiful awe inspiring occurrence that makes the world real and in the same breathe complete. It is the glue that keeps everything connected, alive, moving. To wield this power is a humbling gift and one Hermione has never taken for granted. She didn’t grow up around it’s constant use, muggles were creatures who used magic so seamlessly that they could explain away how it worked but she knew there were things that scientists couldn’t explain, especially how the brain worked. She looked around her at the ash covered cemetery, they had tracked Lucius to another hallowed ground, to another clan, to another hole in the ground but came up with little information. The older silver blonde was just as elusive as she and Shacklebolt had imagined but Draco was determined to look for the fight, to try out his new powers. She slowly calmed her heart and slipped her wand back into her robes as Draco appeared in the distance looking like an avenging angel flying out of the mists. It was snowing once again, she looked up into the pure white sky and then followed Draco away.

“Where to next?” Hermione asked in the deafening silence between them in the taxi ride to the train station.

“I need Ragnarok, I think I know where it is,” Draco glanced to her, she felt her eyes widen at the thought.

“We’ve been doing fine without it,” Hermione spoke up hesitantly.

“But we would be doing a lot better with it. I just don’t want it falling back into my father’s hands. As soon as he gets words that I’ve found some of his weapons, he’ll go after the sword,” Draco turned to her to explain, she stared at his rose ripe bottom lip, it called for sweet kisses.

“I understand, I just hope we can get to it,” Hermione turned away from him. They hadn’t touched each other since he had rescued her. They had been a fighting team and nothing more. It drove her almost crazy to have him right next to her and not be able to even lean into him. She had to be strong from him but this was ridiculous. They got onto the train and going to the airport, they were going to Italy. It had made it’s way farther than the other weapons and Shacklebolt had tracked it as far as there before it disappeared to a private owner. Draco knew the family but not the individual that had purchased the Malfoy heirloom.

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Draco woke up in the dark. He sat up and looked around, Hermione was asleep in the room next to him. Just like when they were in school, he looked up at the clock that read 4 in the morning. He was getting less and less sleep as they closed in on Ragnarok. The sword called to him, he could feel the pull even now and it was getting worse. He was a Malfoy and that meant he had to reclaim what was rightfully his. He just hoped his father didn’t get to it before he did. He could feel him through a thin thread, Lucius was closing in on the sword just like they were. He got up and walked out into the shared parlor of the suite. Hermione was curled up on the couch flipping through channels on the tv. He sat down next to her and stared at the mechanical contraption. Muggles were so alien to his culture anymore, it was like staring at a civilization that couldn’t fit even their own humanity into their inventions. They took out nature and warped the materials they had to their own needs. It made him slightly sick when Hermione had submerged him into the muggle culture, insisting that he needed to learn more about the world than just what the wizarding world had to offer.

He was getting hungry again, it had been a while since he had bitten Hermione and she was perfectly healthy. He could feel her blood pour through her veins, hear her heart beat against her chest. He felt comforted just being around someone that was so alive. He liked how warmth just radiated off of her and how he didn’t feel like some porcelain dead doll around her. He felt his own humanity when he was around her and it made him feel like he was doing something right for once in his life, that he wasn’t just killing vamps because his father did it but because it was the right thing to do and that he had to protect those living out there. He ran his knuckles down Hermione’s arm and she looked over at him, surprised that he was touching her. He leaned forward and captured her soft lips, she instantly responded, wrapping her arm around his shoulder. He felt her warmth seep into him and start to melt the ice being shoved through his veins. He lightly bit down on her bottom lip, drawing her blood into his mouth. He didn’t know he missed that coppery taste until it filled his mouth. She moaned against him as he slid his body over hers, holding her carefully. He pulled away from her mouth and kissed down to her neck, breathing in her scent. She moaned again as he sunk his teeth into her artery, taking more of her thick, precious blood. She felt herself fall away into oblivion as he took more and more blood.

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Hermione woke up in her bed, she had the coppery taste of her own blood in her mouth and a raging headache. She also felt weak and drained, he had taken a lot last night. The door opened and Draco came in with breakfast and asprin, she smiled at him as he sat the tray before her. He looked ten times better than he did earlier but he also looked guilty. She reached towards him, running her fingers down his cheek.

“I chose to come with you and I chose to give you anything you need,” she told him, looking into his eyes, he nodded and looked away from her. She took a deep breathe and dug into her breakfast. She didn’t want to push him but his attitude was starting to bother her, he kept denying what he really was. He wasn’t just a guy fighting vamps, he was a vampyr fighting the Blood Clan.

“It’s just traveling until we get to Italy. You’ll be fine by the time we get there,” Draco brushed her fringe back from her eyes before getting up.

“What will be waiting for us?” Hermione asked, looking up at him, he took a deep breathe and let it out slowly.

“My father,” he answered and walked out of the room. He didn’t want to face the man who had raised him, didn’t want to face the fact that Lucius had to be put down at any cost. He had made so many humans into vampires, had killed so many people during his time with Voldemort, he couldn’t let him do it anymore.

TBC

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