Blood Ties

A/N: Thanks for all the lovely reviews. I guess vampire Draco really is irrisistible.

Hermione closed her eyes as his fingers traced tantalizing patterns on the exposed skin of her stomach. She couldn't think straight. What with her blood loss and the cloud of lust impairing her brain, she could hardly string together a coherent thought.

She wasn't exactly sure what Malfoy was asking. She knew that he wanted sexual favors from her as well as her blood. But what else did he want?

She jumped as she felt his wicked tongue on her neck once more lapping at her wound. She pressed her hands against him as he pressed incessantly closer to her. Once more, she felt his arousal press against her. She struggled through the fog of her mind to ask what she needed to know.

"D-Draco," she whispered, her voice faint from her exhaustion. "If I agree to your terms, what would it mean? What would happen afterwards?"

His chest rumbled as he growled, the vibration caused her nipples to harden into aching points. She groaned as he rubbed against her.

"It would mean that you would only be mine," he breathed into her ear. "Mine to feed from, mine to pleasure, mine to fuck." He paused as he turned her face to look into her eyes. She was nearly hypnotized as his red eyes bled back to their more familiar silver grey. "You would belong to me; mind, body, and soul. No one else shall ever have you again."

Hermione shivered as his possessive words washed over her. She figured as much. But that would mean there would never be any love.

No husband.

No kids.

No family.

She would forever be stuck with Draco Malfoy the vampire. Until he tired of her and he either walked away or killed her.

Tears pricked her eyes as the realization that all was lost to her now. It wasn't much of a choice. She could die now and keep whatever dignity she had left or she could choose to prolong the inevitable and be miserable. She was thinking the latter was the better choice. At least then she would still belong to herself.

Malfoy must have sensed her impending decision. He smoothed her curls away from her face again. "It doesn't have to be terrible, Pet. In fact, I will make it immensely pleasurable for you."

He threaded his fingers into her tangled hair and tilted her head back as her tears finally splashed down her face. "You'll like what I give you and I can make it where you'll love what I take."

He buried his face against the flesh of her throat, his lips grazing her wound as he spoke. "You don't understand, Granger. You taste of the finest ambrosia, the sweetest honey. You are the food of the Gods. I don't understand but I know that I want you. More than I've ever wanted anything."

Hermione was wavering, walking the knife's edge of decision. She didn't want to give herself to Malfoy. She was her own person. But Harry needed her. He'd never defeat Voldemort without her. It was then that she made her decision.

End Note: How many times in this story do you think I can leave you hanging? I can guarantee that it will be a few times more. On another note, due to popular demand, I will be writing a fic in which Draco farts glitter. The plot bunny has taken hold and is pestering me into insanity. I hope to have it done and posted by Sunday. It's tentative title is All that Glitters is not Gold. It will be a crackfic, with plenty of humor. Drop me a line, tell me what you think.