Dark Angelus

Draco floated a good thirty feet in the air, staring down on the Quidditch game going on below him. He was trying to keep his head in the game but he was a bit more distracted than usual. The cravings were getting worse and he was feeling even more drained. The puncture holes were still there even though the bruise had gone away. He needed to know who was taking a bite out of him night after night before he wasted away to nothing. He spotted a gold glint and zoomed after it, Potter on his heels. He growled, reaching for the snitch when suddenly he was knocked nearly off his broom by Harry who had a surprised look on his face when he looked back at Draco. Harry had the snitch in his palm as they floated down to the ground.

“Are you alright? When I knocked into you…have you been keeping your weight up?” Harry looked genuinely concerned before his team mates ambushed him.

“What are you, my fucking dietician? Leave me the fuck alone Pothead,” Draco snarled at the other before storming back to the Slytherin locker rooms in defeat. He didn’t want to admit it felt like he was losing weight on top of everything or that Potter, the gorgeous freak actually cared enough to notice that he was easier to knock out of the way than usual. He grumbled to himself as he scrubbed himself in the shower, the other Slytherins joking around him. Blaise was grinning as he slammed into the locker next to Draco as he dressed later on.

“Come on mate, we’re going to Hogsmeade this weekend, ge’ plastered,” Blaise shouted to the rest of the team who cheered in return.

“I’ll try and make it,” Draco slammed his locker closed and walked out, leaving a concerned Blaise behind.

“Mr. Malfoy,” the new DADA professor called after him. Draco stopped and turned around, he didn’t even remember the dolt’s name. He was a descent guy if a bit dimwitted. He even recited phrases from the textbook, long phrases.

“Yes sire?” Draco asked, walking back to the man, he was an intimidating figure with grizzly gray hair and broad shoulders. He looked the part but it stopped there.

“I wanted to see you later on tonight if I may. You seemed quite knowledgeable on the current subject, vampires. I was hoping to offer you a spot of tea and compare notes?” The man offered hopefully, Draco shrugged. It was an excuse to getting out of dealing with obnoxious drunken idiots for the night.

“Sure,” Draco answered.

“Excellent, I’ll meet you in the library at eight,” he smiled and walked off in the opposite direction back to his room. Just then the man’s name popped into his head, Professor Shacklebolt, related directly to the Auror, Kingsley Shacklebolt and distant cousin to himself. He sighed, he was related to everyone it seemed like. At least he wasn’t related to Hermione, he shivered at that thought. There was just some things he didn’t want to think about. He walked on back to his room before dinner. He walked into the common room and instantly felt like banging his head against the nearest wall. Hermione was bending over, picking up something she had dropped on the floor. She had worn a short pleated gray and black skirt. Her silk ivory legs smoothly slid down to knee high matching socks and black heels.

“You are a hateful wench,” Draco snarled as he passed her to his room. He came back down after dropping off his flying gear to find Hermione leaning over her homework. She wore a low cut sweater that showed off her creamy delicious cleavage. She was also lightly chewing on her quill, drawing attention to her full rose lips. He walked over and gripped the table hard as he snarled down on her.

“What do you want? To drive me insane woman?” Draco growled, she slowly looked up at him with a sweet smile.

“Like you said, Draco, I’m a gorgeous woman, just showing it off,” Hermione replied with a smug look on her face. He leaned down to get into her face.

“You are a slutty whore,” Draco ground out.

“And you are a bloodsucking demon bastard,” she replied, smile firmly in place.

“At least we aren’t denying what we are,” Draco took a deep breathe.

“See I only want one man so that indicates that I’m not a slut or a whore,” she pointed out.

“But it’s so much fun calling you one you pristine perfect little princess,” Draco hissed back.

“You’re just unhappy because you have problems, everyone has problems,” she replied.

“Not like I do,” Draco smirked back.

“You aren’t worrying about a monster-“ she started.

“Voldemort? You’ve got to be kidding me, he’s a mortal wizard, nothing like what I’m expected to hunt out and kill over and over again,” he shouted back, she stood up.

“Oh well sorry for saving everyone’s sorry asses these past seven years. The three of us have been fighting all sorts of horrible things since we were children!” Hermione fired back.

“You haven’t been trying to figure out who you are, wondering if there really is a demon inside of you like some legends say. There’s even laws against my kind, we’re labeled as magical creatures! Not even fucking human, just a creature to fear in the night. Run away or else the Vamp’ll get you,” Draco shouted back.

“You’re so selfish and ignorant. All you think about is yourself, woe is me, poor Draco, have pity on the little rich brat who’s been given everything his entire life. Figure out who you are? What about me who was never told a thing about real magic, everything was fantasy and mists, nothing to believe in,” Hermione tried to be heard over his shouting until they were dissolving back into name calling back and forth. She suddenly reached forward and pulled him towards her. His lips latched onto hers and they instantly battled their tongues against each other. Her arms tightly wrapped around his neck and his hands wrapped around her waist.

“No,” Draco growled, pushing her away from him.

“You’re afraid of me,” she observed. “Afraid I’ll push you too far and you’ll do something you’ll regret.”

“Leave me the fuck alone,” he hissed and disappeared up to his room, slamming the door behind him childishly. He didn’t want to deal with her or what she did to him or that he really needed to figure out was how to regain his strength before whatever it was came out of the darkness and killed him. He needed help but he didn’t know who to turn to for it, who wouldn’t demand a too high of a price in return.

Notes: My imagination has gone one way while JK Rowling's has gone another.