Dark Angelus

“Hey, could you help me with these prefect patrolling schedules?” Hermione asked as he walked through the portrait hole into their shared common room. They were on civil terms since they found out that they had to work together and that suited Draco just fine. He had been an outcast of the Slytherins since he had come back from the events last year. The only ones that talked to him were Blaise and Pansy, the ones who had known him since he was born and had been there through everything. He shrugged, sitting down across from her. They talked about the different prefects, Draco fell silent as soon as he felt toes running up his leg.

“Hermione, what’s your game?” Draco asked, moving back away from her.

“Come on, we’ve been living together for half a year now…don’t tell me it’s never crossed your mind. I’ve seen the way you look at me sometimes,” she answered, Draco frowned in thought. It was probably the look of hunger that she was mistaking as lust.

“I’ve got things to do, I’ll continue this subject later,” Draco got to his feet and went to his room. Hermione followed, forcing the door to his room open.

“I want to continue this now,” she demanded. Draco felt his teeth start to morph, it happened whenever he really thought about a human and he had been studying Hermione the entire conversation. Her bringing up looks and touching him had pushed him farther than he had liked, especially in the state he was currently in.

“I think you should leave,” Draco stayed turned away from her, bowing his head.

“First you give me answers,” she hissed, Draco spun around, exposing his teeth. Real Vampyrs have eight sharp teeth. And that sudden knowledge hit him like a bag of bricks, why hadn’t the full set showed up on his neck?

“Leave,” he snarled, focusing on her frightened face. The fear slowly melted as realization dawned.

“You’re…a” she trailed off.

“Quarter actually, now get out,” he took a step towards her, she retreated back to the door. She lingered still and he literally growled at her and she ran off.

Draco walked to the mirror in the bathroom, inspecting his teeth. They were the k-nine teeth situated next to the two front ones and four on the bottom. The top two next to the front teeth acted like a snake’s that produced a very real drug. It gave the victim a nice, docile sense of euphoria. Once in a while an unlucky vamp would be dumb enough to be caught, the stuff was milked out of their teeth and sold on the street for a very hefty price. The bottom teeth acted like hyena jaws or a sharks, clamping down on the neck to keep the body from moving away so the drug can go to work and the blood could flow unhindered by struggles. Draco had seen some victims with their throats completely torn out, not a pretty sight.

“I need a fucking break,” Draco looked up into the mirror.

“What about me?” Hermione appeared at the open door to her room.

“What about you?” He growled back.

“Seems to me that you really need something and I really need something, why don’t we satisfy each other’s needs?” Hermione offered.

“Are you always this slutty or did you drink a bunch before I walked in the door?” Draco raised an eyebrow.

“Actually, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking, big surprise there, right? Anyway, I’ve come to the conclusion that being the last girl, probably the last person in the seventh year class that hasn’t given it up is a bad thing. You being…you, I was hoping to appeal to your better nature. After that didn’t work, I tried previously unknown waters, seems you respond the best to direct persuasion,” Hermione pushed off from the door frame and walked towards him.

“So why me? Why not the Weasel or Scarface?” Draco started taking steps back, away from her.

“Ron is taken while Harry is most decidedly gay. You see the dilemma?” She answered.

“And the rest of the student body just isn’t appetizing?” Draco tried not to let his anxiety show.

“Funny you should choose those words,” she smirked as Draco hit the bathroom wall next to the door, he had been more focused on the vixen in front of him than where the exit was, bad mistake. She slowly laid her body flush against his, the sensation sent flashes of light through his vision. He felt like grabbing his head as he looked up at the ceiling.

“Stop,” He hissed, he felt her lips on his neck, a moan escaped his mouth as he closed his eyes. His vampyr teeth ached as every cell in his body cried out for the warm, pulsing body against him.

“Come on, you know you want to bite me,” she whispered against his skin, sending him even higher. With strength he didn’t know he had, he pushed Hermione away from him and slid to his room, slamming the door in her face and crawling to his bed where he curled up on it, trying to slow his rapidly beating heart.

“Oh fucking kill me already,” he ground out, wrapping his arms tightly around his knees as he stared at the bathroom door.