Dark Angelus

Hermione woke up screaming. She sat up in luxury, she stared uncomprehendingly at the hotel room she found herself in. Draco was seated in an overstuffed chair in the corner by the window, waiting for her to wake up. She finally leveled out her breathing and looked down on her shaking hands.

“You’ll regain your strength within a couple of days. That was a stupid thing you did,” Draco murmured, he was in the dark so she could only see his silhouette.

“I had to do something. You couldn’t fight him weakened as you were,” She answered, clenching her fists and balling them up in the silk sheets.

“Yes, we got out of there in one piece but I lost something-“ Draco started.

“Bugger off, we all have sacrifices we make in order to get through even the day. Don’t give me that bullshit, we did what we had to do, the both of us,” she returned heatedly. He leaned forward and she gasped, his eyes were like twin neon blue flames, he had a shine to his skin that exuded power. It was like watching God.

“I could destroy you with out ever saying a word, just barely a thought and you would keel over without anyone the wiser. You’ve given me more power than even I can control, it’s a constant struggle. Do you think that’s good?” Draco asked, his voice was deeper than she remembered, darker.

“Why are you so afraid of it?” She breathed, suddenly he had her pinned to the bed, his hands clutching her wrists above her head.

“I can smell your fear,” Draco observed, leaning forward and taking in a deep breathe. She turned her face away from him, unconsciously exposing her long, pulsing neck. She shivered as he licked a long wet line along her main artery.

“Do you want me?” He breathed hotly into her ear, he felt her shiver once again. She turned her eyes back to him.

“Always,” she answered, he descended on her lips. She met him halfway as he slid his hand down her body and wrapped his fingers tightly around her hip as her free arm came up to wrap around him. She moaned into his mouth as he ground his hips against hers. There was a sharp beep from somewhere which startled Draco, he looked around confused.

“My cell, must be Harry,” she replied, fumbling into her pockets, soon she came up with a small black box which she flipped it open and started pushing buttons, he stared at it, fascinated.

“Sent me a text, he’s wondering where I am,” she glanced up at him, they were seated across from each other.

“Cell? Text?” He tried the new vocabulary words out.

“Yeah, cell phone?” She shook the contraption up in front of him then returned to it as it beeped again.

“Muggle technology right?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, do you even know what a telephone is?” She asked, looking up at him after she had pushed a few buttons.

“Sure, we’re staying in a muggle hotel right now, it’s that thing, right?” He pointed at the phone that was sitting on the bedside table.

“Yeah well this is a mobile telephone. Uses satellite technology in order to connect the call,” she explained, completely loosing him.

“What’s a satellite?” His voice got smaller as he got more and more unsure, it was like she was speaking a different language suddenly.

“You really need to take a class on muggle studies…then again, that class really wasn’t all that up to date. We’ll get you into the new millennium soon enough my sexy vamp,” She grinned up at him before returning back to the…cell phone.

“Well, looks like we won’t be doing anything more interesting right now. I’m going down to the restaurant, want to come with,” He offered.

“You mean, like eat dinner with you? As in a date?” She stared up at him, Draco shrugged.

“If you want it to be, I’m just kind of hungry is all,” Draco answered, she nodded and got up, he followed her out of the room. She felt butterflies start to flutter in her stomach as she was seated across from him. It was a beautiful restaurant and for once he was charming. She found herself laughing, actually laughing at what he was saying. It was strange, very strange because she was supposed to be hating this man before her. She finally realized that he did grow up among nobility, that he was part of the wealthy aristocratic world way up above the regular people. She was amazed at even how he ate, she felt awkward and clumsy across from him and way underdressed. Soon they were walking along the streets of London, just talking about mundane things, anything but the war and vamps. She felt relaxed for the first time in a long time. It was a beautiful feeling and she hoped it would never end.

“So are you going to go back?” Draco asked as they sat down in a park to watch the sunset.

“Back to my friends?” She clarified, Draco shrugged and nodded.

“Yeah, Harry and the Order…your job at the ministry and all that,” he said, she sighed in return, looking down on her hands folded in her lap.

“I kind of have to but I don’t want to. I feel like…” she searched for the appropriate words but she couldn’t find them.

“I haven’t gone this long without thinking about my father and all the kinds of pain I want to bring him,” Draco commented, smiling at her. Knowing exactly what she was feeling because for once he felt that way also.

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Hermione stared up at the moon, wondering why life had to do this. Why she had to be the one to take this immeasurable burden. She had friends she could count on, people that would sacrifice their life for hers and vice versa but she wondered what it would be like to take a chance. She had been trying to take this chance for a long time and finally Draco was responding to her. Finally she had what she truly wanted but was it truly wanted? She felt right when she was with him and that should be the one thing that counted. But what was she to do?

TBC

Notes: Sorry, I’m on a major block right now…Hopefully I'll be able to get this on the right track...