Blood Ties

A/N: So, this is the first chapter that wasn't a part of my original prompt challenge. In the original series, this story ended last chapter. Since there's much more to tell I decided to extend the story and write it as it's meant to be. I won't be lengthening the chapters. This is a drabble fic, so I will keep writing it as I started it. Some of the chapters are actually a little too long to consider them drabbles (the chaps over a thousand words). Anyway, shall we carry on?

Hermione's thoughts drifted as Draco drew more and more blood from her body. She felt so weak as she lay cradled against him. She couldn't do much more than twitch her fingertips as her body grew more and more feeble.

She felt overwhelmed with everything that had happened over the last twenty-four hours. She went from being a happy-go-lucky Gryffindor fifth year, to being a blood/love slave to Draco Malfoy, to being mate bonded to the same prat.

She still couldn't grasp the fact that he'd done something of such magnitude without at least mentioning it first. But, at the same time, it sounded just like something he would do. Draco Malfoy definitely wasn't used to hearing the word 'no'.

And that was exactly what she would have told him.

He had her character pinned exactly there. She would have never consented to such a thing. Even though she was beyond furious with the cunning blond, she felt pity for the much detested Slytherin. He had a really sorry lot in life, when you took the time to think about it. His father was a tyrant, who openly invited the darkest wizard of all time into their lives. He was cruel and unfeeling. It was no wonder that Draco was the way he was.

And she had felt his sadness and loneliness through the bond toward the end. She knew that she too would have to come to grips with watching everyone that she loved grow old and die. She could understand his need to have someone as a companion.

What she couldn't quite grasp was why he chose her. Why didn't he choose someone that he was close to? Why not Pansy? Or Daphne?

Why did he choose her, of all people?

She wasn't anything special. She was far from the prettiest girl in their year. He hated her and went out of his way to give her grief over the last five years. So needless to say she was flummoxed over what was happening.

She sagged deeper into his embrace. She no longer had the strength to hold her body upright. She was scared. What would happen now? Would Dumbledore extend the same courtesy to her as he did Malfoy? Would she be allowed to continue her education? Would she even need it? How was she supposed to get a job as a vampire?

What would her friends think? What about Harry and his fight with Voldemort? Would she still be able to help him? Would she even be able to be around her friends without trying to kill them? So many what ifs and unknowns it made her dizzy to contemplate.

Her eyes slipped shut as her body started to shut down. She didn't feel any pain. She felt like she was weightless, floating in a sea of veritable darkness. She barely felt it as Draco pried her mouth open and more of his blood splashed onto her tongue. She couldn't even summon the energy to swallow. She hardly noticed as he shifted her and tilted her head back, so that his blood slipped freely down her throat.

She briefly felt his smooth lips at her temple and hardly heard his whispered words, "You'll have a new life once you awaken, love. Just give me a chance and I will give you the world. You have my word, as a Malfoy and my oath as your mate. I'll make it up to you."

She felt his lips on her eyelids with the barest whisper of contact, like the flutter of butterfly wings, as she breathed one last time; her chest becoming still on her exhale. Her body gave up the fight as she slipped into the stillness of death and heard no more.

End Note: So, thoughts? What do you think she's going to do when she wakes up? Leave me some love, and I'll see you lovelies Friday.