Blood Lust

Hermione Granger was sat in the Gryffindor common room, pouring over Hogwarts: A history. It was her “bible” and so when she couldn’t answer something she sat perusing this book, and at the moment, she had a mystery to solve, one that included the Golden boy of Gryffindor. Seeking comfort in her treasured book was not answering her problems though, and so she decided that a trip to the library was in order. Gathering her satchel and some parchment she headed down to the library (passing the kitchens on the way, feeling this was going to be a very long night she needed supplies) and walked into her private room, which Madam Pince had finally yielded to. Gathering her thoughts she wrote on some parchment in very small and very neat writing everything she knew about Harry that had occurred recently.

1. Harry Potter received 2 suspicious letters in the Great Hall, only things that could be seen was emerald green ink, possibly has something to do with Slytherin.
2. Disappeared 2 nights ago only to return very early in the morning looking angry/upset/confused.
3. From here he traveled to library after yours truly expertly followed him.
4. He looks at Malfoy often.
5. He licks his teeth often.
6. He gorgeous now, how did that happen?

Hermione scrubbed this last one; she was making it more personal than she had to.

7. Possibly Malfoy is poisoning him.
8. Possibly he loves Malfoy? y Goy God, is Harry Potter gay?

At this she leant back and observed her findings. It would be quite a blow to the wizarding world if he were; he was very highly respected these days, having coped through so much at such a young age.

Hermione dragged herself from her musings to go and look up some typically useless books that would not help her at all. Vampires weren’t something one thought of immediately when thinking of ones friends.

It is therefore no surprise that Hermione left the library 2 hours later none the wiser, with only one piece of parchment with her musings on it. Entering the Great Hall she realized it was well after dinnertime, but Harry Potter sat there alone, with Draco Malfoy, talking hurriedly and with passionate anger that Hermione could only allude to. She therefore decided it would be best not to interrupt but to watch, and hopefully listen, she was sure she carried extendable ears with her, but looking through her packed to the brim with books bag, she could miss the conversation.

In the midst of her bag searching, Hermione looked up to notice to intense pairs of eyes staring at her. She smiled at Harry until she noticed something different, something about his eyes, she felt a pull, a lure, and she was lost. The smoky gray swirl was inviting her in, enticing her to sit with him. She stroked her neck, feeling a prickle, but couldn’t tear herself away from his eyes. She was enticed. All of a sudden, Harry looked at Draco, Hermione noticing Harry’s deathly pale features, and with a wave of Draco’s hand the feeling was gone, and Harry looked the same.

Hermione was shocked but intrigued at what had just happened, and was in the process of cataloging the events that just took place so that she could research them, when Draco Malfoy walked up to her. Hermione backed away slightly out of fear, but slightly out of shock, seemingly, Malfoy had just appeared, she didn’t even see it happen. In another blink of an eye, Malfoy was walking away, and Hermione was heading towards the table where Harry sat, completely oblivious to the past 10 minutes, having had her memory modified by the vampire.