Her Turning
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
9
Views:
11,942
Reviews:
65
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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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.
His Hermione
Harry stood patiently wearing a thick black coat. He was in the shrieking shack, and no matter how bad the memories he had here, it was the safest place.
A huge window banged open. Harry turned his head to the direction of the sound. Finding no one around, he flicked wand, shutting all the doors and windows tight. A large werewolf stood ,just meters away from Harry. It stood up straight, and soon it arched its back and howled in pain. It started to transform.
Ron stood were the werewolf was. His red hair was longer, reaching up to his shoulders. His naked form had bulked up.
"Blimey Harry didn't you bring me coat? I'm freezing my fucking balls here?" He shivered slightly. Harry chuckled, tossing Ron his coat.
"We've made alliance with the vampies. How's your lot?" Harry asked
"We've been able to tame ourselves in our werewolf form. We're now training to transform back and forth to our liking. Thanks for the potion by the way it's a big help."
The Order was able to create a potion that calms a werewolf.
"Guess who's Hermione's soon to be husband?" Harry reached to his pocket and pulled out a box of cigarettes. He pulled one out and lit it. He inhaled deeply, and then blew it out.
Ron just finished buttoning u the coat as Harry lit a stick. Harry threw the box at him and Ron lit a stick.
“20 galleons say you can’t guess who” Harry smiled.
“Make it 50” Ron said confidently as smoke escaped his mouth and nostrils.
“How the fuck did you find out?” Harry was sure Ron wouldn’t know.
“Our alliance with the blood suckers have been made ages ago”
“Ah..”
“By the way Harry, one of my spies has informed me that a death eaters’ little girl ran away to hide from them”
“Oh? Who might that be?”
Ron chuckled before lifting up the cigarette to his lips
“Parkinson”
~
Hermione woke with the blinding her eyes. She looked at her surroundings and remember why she was there.
She looked at her side, expecting a sleeping Draco at her side.
The bathroom door flew open and out came a naked Draco, drying his hair with a white towel.
His body was perfect. His arms and chest were muscled, but his body was lean.
She didn’t like men with bulging chests and arm like Viktor had. His waist and hips were narrow, perfect for wrapping her legs around. His legs were long and defined. And his manhood…
Hermione felt her throat suddenly dry.
He was very.. endowed.
He stopped rubbing his hair with the towel. HE looked at her and smiled.
She had never seen him smile. He looked very handsome when he did.
“I had breakfast brought up. I heard you love strawberries.”
She smiled at him.
“Yes, I do”
She looked down at her half naked form. She pulled up the covers and blushed.
Draco noticed her cheeks turn red. He walked toward an armoire and pulled out a red silk robe and handed it to Hermione.
She took the robe and put it on.
“You look lovely in red”
“Thank you” She blushed again.
Draco put on a robe similar to hers but it was black.
Elves soon entered and prepared breakfast on the small circular table at the corner.
He mentioned the food to her and walked towards it. She stood up and sat across from him.
“What’s it like?” Hermione asked as she picked up the fork and made a reach for the strawberries.
Draco handed the bowl to her and then picked up a toast.
“Feels the same, I guess. I was born with it.”
She looked at him questionably and he noticed her.
“Vampires are well, not the same with the muggles write about. You know, being dead and what not. It’s actually like a gift.” He said was he buttered his toast.
He continued.
“You see, in the 14th century a wealthy count, Count Andoline, had taste for blood. He looked like any other person; he didn’t had fangs in other words. He bit hard into people’s necks or shoulders with normal canines and well, it’s like evolution, he grew fangs after awhile, making it easier to draw blood” He bit into his toast and drank his juice.
Hermione listened attentively, her half bitten strawberry forgotten.
“Human blood made him feel stronger, his speed and hearing ability improved. Everything became better. Blood slowed down his aging and his physical flaws disappeared. He tainted his own blood, that’s why being a vampire has been passed on.”
She put down her fork and sat up straight.
“So, you mean we wont live forever?” Hermione asked.
“No, that’s not true.” He smiled.
“But,” He continued, “Blood is essential to us, it nourishes our body’s”
“What if we have children? Will we have to feed a baby a bottle of blood when their born?”
Draco was shocked at her mentioning children.
He shrugged it off and answered her
“It’s blood cravings will develop once he matures. I started when I was 15”
“Oh..” She suddenly felt quiet.
Her children would have the same curse she was about to receive. She imagined how hard it would be for their future.
Draco also thought about his future. His children with her and how they would live. He imagined how beautiful she’d look pregnant with his son.
A/N: So, im making my own kind of vampires. i hope it's alright. I had to make it fit so that my story would work. Tell me what you think about it. i promise the next chapter would be yummier. Her turning would still be after a few chapters. i've already thought of what will happen. This chapter is just a small history on my version of vampires and the scene of Harry and Ron is a small introduction to the outside story of hermione and Draco.
A huge window banged open. Harry turned his head to the direction of the sound. Finding no one around, he flicked wand, shutting all the doors and windows tight. A large werewolf stood ,just meters away from Harry. It stood up straight, and soon it arched its back and howled in pain. It started to transform.
Ron stood were the werewolf was. His red hair was longer, reaching up to his shoulders. His naked form had bulked up.
"Blimey Harry didn't you bring me coat? I'm freezing my fucking balls here?" He shivered slightly. Harry chuckled, tossing Ron his coat.
"We've made alliance with the vampies. How's your lot?" Harry asked
"We've been able to tame ourselves in our werewolf form. We're now training to transform back and forth to our liking. Thanks for the potion by the way it's a big help."
The Order was able to create a potion that calms a werewolf.
"Guess who's Hermione's soon to be husband?" Harry reached to his pocket and pulled out a box of cigarettes. He pulled one out and lit it. He inhaled deeply, and then blew it out.
Ron just finished buttoning u the coat as Harry lit a stick. Harry threw the box at him and Ron lit a stick.
“20 galleons say you can’t guess who” Harry smiled.
“Make it 50” Ron said confidently as smoke escaped his mouth and nostrils.
“How the fuck did you find out?” Harry was sure Ron wouldn’t know.
“Our alliance with the blood suckers have been made ages ago”
“Ah..”
“By the way Harry, one of my spies has informed me that a death eaters’ little girl ran away to hide from them”
“Oh? Who might that be?”
Ron chuckled before lifting up the cigarette to his lips
“Parkinson”
~
Hermione woke with the blinding her eyes. She looked at her surroundings and remember why she was there.
She looked at her side, expecting a sleeping Draco at her side.
The bathroom door flew open and out came a naked Draco, drying his hair with a white towel.
His body was perfect. His arms and chest were muscled, but his body was lean.
She didn’t like men with bulging chests and arm like Viktor had. His waist and hips were narrow, perfect for wrapping her legs around. His legs were long and defined. And his manhood…
Hermione felt her throat suddenly dry.
He was very.. endowed.
He stopped rubbing his hair with the towel. HE looked at her and smiled.
She had never seen him smile. He looked very handsome when he did.
“I had breakfast brought up. I heard you love strawberries.”
She smiled at him.
“Yes, I do”
She looked down at her half naked form. She pulled up the covers and blushed.
Draco noticed her cheeks turn red. He walked toward an armoire and pulled out a red silk robe and handed it to Hermione.
She took the robe and put it on.
“You look lovely in red”
“Thank you” She blushed again.
Draco put on a robe similar to hers but it was black.
Elves soon entered and prepared breakfast on the small circular table at the corner.
He mentioned the food to her and walked towards it. She stood up and sat across from him.
“What’s it like?” Hermione asked as she picked up the fork and made a reach for the strawberries.
Draco handed the bowl to her and then picked up a toast.
“Feels the same, I guess. I was born with it.”
She looked at him questionably and he noticed her.
“Vampires are well, not the same with the muggles write about. You know, being dead and what not. It’s actually like a gift.” He said was he buttered his toast.
He continued.
“You see, in the 14th century a wealthy count, Count Andoline, had taste for blood. He looked like any other person; he didn’t had fangs in other words. He bit hard into people’s necks or shoulders with normal canines and well, it’s like evolution, he grew fangs after awhile, making it easier to draw blood” He bit into his toast and drank his juice.
Hermione listened attentively, her half bitten strawberry forgotten.
“Human blood made him feel stronger, his speed and hearing ability improved. Everything became better. Blood slowed down his aging and his physical flaws disappeared. He tainted his own blood, that’s why being a vampire has been passed on.”
She put down her fork and sat up straight.
“So, you mean we wont live forever?” Hermione asked.
“No, that’s not true.” He smiled.
“But,” He continued, “Blood is essential to us, it nourishes our body’s”
“What if we have children? Will we have to feed a baby a bottle of blood when their born?”
Draco was shocked at her mentioning children.
He shrugged it off and answered her
“It’s blood cravings will develop once he matures. I started when I was 15”
“Oh..” She suddenly felt quiet.
Her children would have the same curse she was about to receive. She imagined how hard it would be for their future.
Draco also thought about his future. His children with her and how they would live. He imagined how beautiful she’d look pregnant with his son.
A/N: So, im making my own kind of vampires. i hope it's alright. I had to make it fit so that my story would work. Tell me what you think about it. i promise the next chapter would be yummier. Her turning would still be after a few chapters. i've already thought of what will happen. This chapter is just a small history on my version of vampires and the scene of Harry and Ron is a small introduction to the outside story of hermione and Draco.