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Chapter Three
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Short Summary:
She has a secret. So does he.
Long Summary:
Hermione Granger is not who they think she is. She’s a three thousand year old vampire and she has a mission. To protect the Boy Who Lived, Harry Potter. But when someone jeopardises the objective, she must make herself known as she truly is.
Rating: R
Ship: Hermione/Draco
Mission
Chapter Three
I woke the next day with a slight pounding in my head. I had left the curtains open and the sun was shining down directly on my face. I groaned, and turned to bury myself back in my comfortable bed, but my eyes landed on the clock on the bedside table. Ten-thirty-two.
Groaning again, I left the warmth of my bed and made for the bathroom.
I stood in the hot shower, letting the water wake me up.
Zombies!
I have never felt so horrible in my life. The overall wrongness of the giant has left an impact on me that I cannot even begin to describe. If I’m feeling like this, then how do the others feel?
After my chat with Malfoy, I had sent a message to Tommy and Aaron, telling them to search for all the information they could get on Lucius Malfoy, and to prepare for my house for my arrival.
But before I could leave, I needed to see Dumbledore.
“So it’s settled.”
“Indeed.”
“Well, I’ll be off then.”
Ahh, Dumbledore. He never judges me, always does exactly what I tell him.
I didn’t know how long I was going to be with my house, and I couldn’t take Harry with me. So, we had a problem. Several of the vampires from my house were going to be stationed around the school, out of sight.
Wouldn’t want to scare the little itty bitty children, would we?
“She’s in a foul mood.”
“Think she hasn’t gotten any?”
“She has her pick of them all.”
“Why do you care?”
“I CAN HEAR YOU!” Really, they were pathetic. She’d sired most of them, she has greater abilities than them, OF COURSE she’d be able to hear them.
“Should I offer my services?” Luke, the bastard.
“I doubt she’d be willing to accept, considering her mood.” Good job, Raquel!
“Oh, please, who would knock back me?”
“You’d be surprised.”
“Just because you prefer the taco over the—”
“ENOUGH!” I had stormed to the door, flung it open, and pinned Luke to the wall before either Luke or Raquel had blinked. Digging my nails into his neck, I said, very clearly, “You WILL NOT refer to me in a sexual manner EVER again. I KNOW you heard me before. You have been under my roof for well over a century, you wear my mark. You WILL adhere to the rules of this house, and my orders. If you have a problem with that, say so now.”
I waited. He was clawing at my hand and gasping. My grip relaxed only enough so he could breathe. “I have no problem, my lady.” He gasped.
I applied the pressure again. “Then, we will not be having this discussion again, will we? If this happens again, know you shall be banished and forever marked a traitor. Do you understand?”
Again, I relaxed my grip on his throat. He glared at me and didn’t say anything. I pushed him into the wall again, hard. He winced. “Do you understand?”
“Y-Yes, m-my lady.”
I dropped him. He landed on the floor in a heap. He was pale from fear. Oh well. It’s about time he learned his place.
I turned to Raquel, motioning for her to follow me back into my chambers. I closed the door and whispered a silencing charm. “We obviously need to talk. But not now, I have to prepare for the meeting with the council.”
I took a deep breath. The zombie was STILL affecting me.
The council chambers were dark and cold. Torches lined the walls, providing the room with just enough light to be able to see, not that I needed the light. There was a long table along the back wall, facing the wooden door. The table had nine, very uncomfortable looking wooden chairs behind it. Eight of the nine chairs were occupied.
The sole chair unoccupied is where I normally sit.
But not today.
Oh, not today.
Today, many of the other ancients were glaring at me, for even uttering the word “zombie.”
Six of the ancients were refusing to believe that there was someone powerful enough to raise the dead. Stupid fools. They were accusing me of being a liar just a few moments ago.
The two who believed, had defended me, thankfully. They said I had no reason to be lying about zombies and Voldemort’s powers. They said that those who didn’t believe, hadn’t actually done anything for the magical world (aside from sending me to Hogwarts seven years ago). They said that those who didn’t believe were weak, narrow minded fools who couldn’t fathom that they were loosing members of their own clans.
Those who didn’t believe argued that no one had the power to raise the dead.
Hmm, what a strong argument.
We’d been here for seven hours.
Seven hours and I was growing tired of the petty arguing.
Seriously, I am the oldest of the council members! You’d think my word was enough.
Hmm.
They’d completely forgotten about me, their arguing was so extreme.
“Excuse me.” Nothing. No Response. Still arguing. “Excuse me!” Still nothing.
“DO YOU FORGET WHO I AM?!” That got their attention.
“Now, that I have your attention. Do you forget who I am? No? So, you do not forget that I am older than all of you? Should my word not be enough on this matter? Does my authority have no merit? Why do you all disregard that fact that I am your superior in all ways? Someone answer me!” No response. They were all deathly quiet… I fought the urge to laugh at my own pun… deathly… Gods, I am enjoying this.
“Enough arguing over fact! You need to accept that there ARE powerful witches and wizards, willing to work for Voldemort. If you refuse to accept that, than you are on your own. The only way the magical world is going to be able to defeat Voldemort is if EVERYONE stands against him!”
I pulled my sword from its sheath at my waist. “Those who are not willing to accept fact, step forward and face me now!”
Surprisingly enough, only one vampire stood forward, an absolute pig, Marcus. “Know now, that once you have accepted my challenge, and I win, your clan shall be absorbed into mine.”
Marcus blanched. “You’re not serious!”
I replied calmly, “Is your clan precious to you, Marcus? If it is, back down now, and I will spare you.”
Marcus, the stupid fool he was, obviously liked his clan for he stepped back and nodded his acceptance.
Damn it, looks like I’m not getting any new recruits today.
Now, to deal with my own house.
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Short Summary:
She has a secret. So does he.
Long Summary:
Hermione Granger is not who they think she is. She’s a three thousand year old vampire and she has a mission. To protect the Boy Who Lived, Harry Potter. But when someone jeopardises the objective, she must make herself known as she truly is.
Rating: R
Ship: Hermione/Draco
Chapter Three
I woke the next day with a slight pounding in my head. I had left the curtains open and the sun was shining down directly on my face. I groaned, and turned to bury myself back in my comfortable bed, but my eyes landed on the clock on the bedside table. Ten-thirty-two.
Groaning again, I left the warmth of my bed and made for the bathroom.
I stood in the hot shower, letting the water wake me up.
Zombies!
I have never felt so horrible in my life. The overall wrongness of the giant has left an impact on me that I cannot even begin to describe. If I’m feeling like this, then how do the others feel?
After my chat with Malfoy, I had sent a message to Tommy and Aaron, telling them to search for all the information they could get on Lucius Malfoy, and to prepare for my house for my arrival.
But before I could leave, I needed to see Dumbledore.
“So it’s settled.”
“Indeed.”
“Well, I’ll be off then.”
Ahh, Dumbledore. He never judges me, always does exactly what I tell him.
I didn’t know how long I was going to be with my house, and I couldn’t take Harry with me. So, we had a problem. Several of the vampires from my house were going to be stationed around the school, out of sight.
Wouldn’t want to scare the little itty bitty children, would we?
“She’s in a foul mood.”
“Think she hasn’t gotten any?”
“She has her pick of them all.”
“Why do you care?”
“I CAN HEAR YOU!” Really, they were pathetic. She’d sired most of them, she has greater abilities than them, OF COURSE she’d be able to hear them.
“Should I offer my services?” Luke, the bastard.
“I doubt she’d be willing to accept, considering her mood.” Good job, Raquel!
“Oh, please, who would knock back me?”
“You’d be surprised.”
“Just because you prefer the taco over the—”
“ENOUGH!” I had stormed to the door, flung it open, and pinned Luke to the wall before either Luke or Raquel had blinked. Digging my nails into his neck, I said, very clearly, “You WILL NOT refer to me in a sexual manner EVER again. I KNOW you heard me before. You have been under my roof for well over a century, you wear my mark. You WILL adhere to the rules of this house, and my orders. If you have a problem with that, say so now.”
I waited. He was clawing at my hand and gasping. My grip relaxed only enough so he could breathe. “I have no problem, my lady.” He gasped.
I applied the pressure again. “Then, we will not be having this discussion again, will we? If this happens again, know you shall be banished and forever marked a traitor. Do you understand?”
Again, I relaxed my grip on his throat. He glared at me and didn’t say anything. I pushed him into the wall again, hard. He winced. “Do you understand?”
“Y-Yes, m-my lady.”
I dropped him. He landed on the floor in a heap. He was pale from fear. Oh well. It’s about time he learned his place.
I turned to Raquel, motioning for her to follow me back into my chambers. I closed the door and whispered a silencing charm. “We obviously need to talk. But not now, I have to prepare for the meeting with the council.”
I took a deep breath. The zombie was STILL affecting me.
The council chambers were dark and cold. Torches lined the walls, providing the room with just enough light to be able to see, not that I needed the light. There was a long table along the back wall, facing the wooden door. The table had nine, very uncomfortable looking wooden chairs behind it. Eight of the nine chairs were occupied.
The sole chair unoccupied is where I normally sit.
But not today.
Oh, not today.
Today, many of the other ancients were glaring at me, for even uttering the word “zombie.”
Six of the ancients were refusing to believe that there was someone powerful enough to raise the dead. Stupid fools. They were accusing me of being a liar just a few moments ago.
The two who believed, had defended me, thankfully. They said I had no reason to be lying about zombies and Voldemort’s powers. They said that those who didn’t believe, hadn’t actually done anything for the magical world (aside from sending me to Hogwarts seven years ago). They said that those who didn’t believe were weak, narrow minded fools who couldn’t fathom that they were loosing members of their own clans.
Those who didn’t believe argued that no one had the power to raise the dead.
Hmm, what a strong argument.
We’d been here for seven hours.
Seven hours and I was growing tired of the petty arguing.
Seriously, I am the oldest of the council members! You’d think my word was enough.
Hmm.
They’d completely forgotten about me, their arguing was so extreme.
“Excuse me.” Nothing. No Response. Still arguing. “Excuse me!” Still nothing.
“DO YOU FORGET WHO I AM?!” That got their attention.
“Now, that I have your attention. Do you forget who I am? No? So, you do not forget that I am older than all of you? Should my word not be enough on this matter? Does my authority have no merit? Why do you all disregard that fact that I am your superior in all ways? Someone answer me!” No response. They were all deathly quiet… I fought the urge to laugh at my own pun… deathly… Gods, I am enjoying this.
“Enough arguing over fact! You need to accept that there ARE powerful witches and wizards, willing to work for Voldemort. If you refuse to accept that, than you are on your own. The only way the magical world is going to be able to defeat Voldemort is if EVERYONE stands against him!”
I pulled my sword from its sheath at my waist. “Those who are not willing to accept fact, step forward and face me now!”
Surprisingly enough, only one vampire stood forward, an absolute pig, Marcus. “Know now, that once you have accepted my challenge, and I win, your clan shall be absorbed into mine.”
Marcus blanched. “You’re not serious!”
I replied calmly, “Is your clan precious to you, Marcus? If it is, back down now, and I will spare you.”
Marcus, the stupid fool he was, obviously liked his clan for he stepped back and nodded his acceptance.
Damn it, looks like I’m not getting any new recruits today.
Now, to deal with my own house.
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Lucifer: Here is your update! Take it -- Take it and go! No, wait review before you go! Please!!!!! :D
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