Vampire Quiz ~ I want to suck your blood
Dark hair, black eyes, pale skin, gliding soundlessly through the castle. Is it Snape? A vampire? Or perhaps Snape is a vampire? That is the kind of thinking that makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up, isn't it? Don't let the vampire quiz scare you, my sweet. Come a little closer, join me in my lair, and see if you recognize any of these stories. They'll have you baring your neck for the Potions master's bite in no time.
Match the story to the quote:
The Dark Headmaster by danistormborn
Walking in Darkness by Shadow_ks
The End of Her World by Scorpio Grudge
Forbidden Obsession by Corazon
Snakebite by ayerf
Bound by Blood by Lupinswolfie
On The Road by duniazade
Very Bad Things by Geena
The Sound of Sun Rising by Dryade
To See The Sun by Blinkykiatch
The Old Ways by Thalassa
Descent Into Darkness by Memnet
1. Arcad asked her to follow him in the study, all thoughts of dinner gone. Hermione sat on the floor by his feet still feeling the coldness.
"If Severus doesn't follow the ritual of the vampire matrimonial ceremony, he will be cut off from our world. All bonds with his family here severed for ever."
"That's awful. Why did he propose the Muggle ceremony then?"
"Apparently he loves you. Who could have thought him capable of loving someone so much? The vampire matrimonial ceremony is dreadful for the bride. He wanted to spare you being subjected to it."
Hermione realized that Severus had been ready to deny his heritage, the ways to which he was bound, everything he had for her sake.
"I cannot allow this to happen, Arcad. I didn't know. We will have a vampire wedding, whether Severus likes it or not."
2. “I was dying two years ago, she saved me, binding us together for the course of the last two years. The time is up, she is free.” His words were clipped, punctuated by a feeling Hermione couldn’t place, but the second he said that she was free instead of himself, she knew that all was not lost.
Ron, however, added voice to her thoughts. “What if she doesn’t wish to be?” he asked sadly.
“What are you babbling about, Weasley?”
“Nothing. Only, I just realized that for the last two years, I’ve been in love with a woman whose heart belonged elsewhere.” He shrugged his shoulders with a dejected sadness and Hermione felt tears well up in her eyes. Ron had matured, but it wasn’t his fault that he couldn’t compare to Severus; it was hers, for loving the wrong man. “It’s quite obvious now that I know the facts. She’s never once looked at me the way she was looking at you. Now I know.”
Harry’s gaze flickered back and forth between Ron and Hermione and Severus, whose eyes were locked with Ron’s as if trying to find a hidden meaning behind his words…a trap of sorts that he would refuse to fall into. Hermione had only tears running down her cheeks as she remained, for once, silent as she watched Ron turn and walk away from her.
3. Severus Snape ran a hand over her cheek and she winced. "I am indebted to you, Miss
Granger. That sweet … sacrifice of yours has been very beneficial to my well-being." His
fingers were softly caressing her lower lip now.
Hermione shifted and then she could see his eyes in the light of the moon. They were glowing
with an inborn fire.
"I do not need blood to survive, thanks to you. But unfortunately," Severus Snape continued,
smiling now, "that taste of yours has not been able to leave my mind. I can taste you still,
when I close my eyes." He rounded her, regarding her like a carnivore on the prowl. "Did you
know, Miss Granger, that the taste of blood is like a drug. The craving grows more in time,
not less."
Hermione shivered when she felt the heat of his body as he stepped nearer again. Without as
much as thinking about it she stepped on the ground; forcefully, vigorously.
Branches appeared out of nowhere, wrapping themselves around Severus' arms and legs. He
was lifted from the ground.
"What in the name of Merlin …" he called out surprised. He was pressed to the stem of the
Whomping Willow, twigs and branches binding him, rendering him immobile.
"You will see, Professor, that I am not a helpless little girl.
4. “So, one doesn’t have to be a vampire in order to fly,” Hermione declared, trying to reinstate some sense into her family. It was never too late for a lesson in logic.
“Are you trying to say he wasn’t a vampire?” Rose asked, clearly doubting her mother’s conclusion.
“I’m simply stating that we can’t be sure he was a vampire based solely on his ability to fly. Did he drink blood? Was he averse to sunlight? Burned by a cross, perhaps?”
“He did have pale skin,” Ron said thoughtfully.
“Ron!” Hermione admonished. It would figure that he would encourage them just as she was starting to make some headway.
“Well, he did!” Ron exclaimed.
Hermione huffed. Luckily, Ginny stepped in. “But he refereed Quidditch games. And I’m sure I saw him outside other times.”
“Well, when I was talking to that Worple fellow, he told me that vampires bursting into flames in the sunlight was a common misconception. While most vampires don’t like the sun, they can be in it for short periods of time with only a little discomfort.” Harry finished his speech to a quiet room. He fidgeted nervously for a moment, looking so much like his younger self that Hermione had to stifle a laugh.
Rose broke the silence. “You’ve met Eldred Worple, author of Blood Brothers: My Life Amongst the Vampires?”
5. Stepping over the girl, who was close to unconsciousness, Severus approached his Master and obediently knelt down before him.
"My Lord, how may I repay you?"
"By returning to me Severus, thus proving your loyalties, you have repaid me. Thirteen years ago I ordered you to spy on Albus Dumbledore and for thirteen years you did just that, never leaving your post. You are my loyal servant. Rise, Severus."
Severus stood up smoothly, maintaining eye contact with the Dark Lord, who he now had the strength to stand eye to eye with. It had been years since he felt this alive.
In the silence of the night, there was the sound of whimpering. A smile spread around the circle.
"Enjoy her, my servants," commanded Voldemort. The remaining men approached the woman, who no longer held a desire to sexually satisfy Severus, or anyone else for that matter. The control that Severus had held over her was gone and her fear had returned.
6. She nodded. "My blood is more appealing to you when I'm a virgin, even though you cannot have it."
"Correct."
"Pathetic, isn't it ? Here you are, fearsome vampire and Death Eater, deprived from your precious virgin blood, while it's right under your nose. It's silly, really, I wonder if you even know what turns you on: my body or the scent of my blood ?" She said bitterly.
"I'd say it's a close call, but for the moment your blood wins, by a nose-length." He smirked.
Both held their silence, gazing at some point in the distance.
Hermione felt a recklessness she never experienced before. Never would she have imagined coming up with a suggestion like the one she was about to make, still she couldn't stop herself and judging by the baffled look on his face when she told him, he was as much surprised as she was.
"If you touch me I'll let you drink my blood."
He gulped. Had she lost her mind ? Was she suicidal ? Before he was able to say something, she continued.
"I'll take that as a yes" and undressed.
7. She's a vampire. Stop feeding her ego, Hermione," Severus said blandly. "No, I am not a vampire," he continued, anticipating her next question. "I am only part."
"Half."
"Part. It doesn't work quite as simply as half human-half vampire, which is actually a fortunate thing. While vampires have extraordinarily long lives, though not immortal, part vampires are struck with... unfortunate ageing."
Hermione raised her eyebrow.
"Minerva's less than thirty years my senior, and yet I look like this, near to her age; it's a difficult strain for the body to deal with, and it shows. I don't drink blood, I don't burn in sunlight, nor any of the other silly fables you've heard. Neither am I given any of the powers. I am just a man whose body battles itself and with a mother that could pass as my daughter."
"Well... all right then. I suppose I have no grounds for refuting this, but expect to be quizzed later so I can learn."
8. Fingering the edges of the folded parchment hesitantly, he wondered what it would say. That she was sorry? Hardly. That she had gone? Probably, but her clothes were still there.
Sighing in resignation, he opened it up.
I’ve gone to watch the sunrise.
Severus blinked. Sunrise. It only took a few moments for just what that meant to sink in.
He dressed hastily, resolve pounding through his veins. He didn’t stop to guess how his shoe ended up where it was in the haze of last night, or when exactly the passion had caused Hermione to bite him on his shoulder. All that was irrelevant.
He grabbed a handful of Floo powder and was soon hastily mounting the spiral steps, climbing ever closer, ever nearer.
At the top of the tower, he burst through the door and into the fresh air. It was still dark, but on the far horizon, the beginnings of daylight looked soon to appear.
9. Obviously Snape had somehow rescued her, or Hermione had no doubt that she would now be dead. Still, she had to know.
“What happened to Rowle?”
Smiling grimly, Snape answered her. “Suffice to say that Thorfinn Rowle will never so much as touch a woman again.”
“You killed him?” Hermione blurted. She fought the temptation to pull the blanket over her head at her ineptness. Interrogation had never been part of her training, after all.
He chuckled, sending shivers down her spine. “The need of a Blood Replenishing Potion did that.” Slowly, very deliberately, he bared his teeth.
“So that’s how you survived Nagini’s bite,” Hermione said faintly, all too aware that her neck was within easy biting range of a vampire. “All those rumours at school were true. You really were - are, I mean - a vampire.” Even as she said it, Hermione could think of innumerable instances where she had seen contradictory evidence to those pervasive whispers at Hogwarts.
10. The acrid stench of burning plastic and hot metal invaded her lungs. Then, dim in the background but far more menacing, the resinous, sickening smell of lazily dripping oil. She tried to wrench herself out of the seatbelt, but she lost consciousness again. The next time she awoke, her first impression was of something missing. The crushing had vanished. The stench had vanished. She was lying on the ground, in darkness.
It smelt first of wet, crushed grass, but another scent floated in - styrax, cloves, asphodel and wormwood - which she breathed in deeply, for it stirred long forgotten memories.
***
She tried to sit up, but she couldn't move at all.
She couldn't feel her limbs, not even the pain she knew should be there. She tried desperately to feel the ground she was lying on, the cold that should have already seeped through her wet clothes, to assess her position. The effort only sent her spinning out of her body.
A strong hand slid under her head and lifted it. Through her dizziness, she felt the rough texture of the wool sleeve brush against her mouth, then the soft cold skin of an inner wrist press against her lips.
***
The skin itself tasted of spices and salt, but then something warm and revoltingly bland dribbled on her tongue: something faintly sweet and sour, with a tangy aftertaste of copper. She latched onto the wrist with revulsion and hunger, sank her teeth into the open vein and drank the horror and miracle of life.
Match the story to the quote:
The Dark Headmaster by danistormborn
Walking in Darkness by Shadow_ks
The End of Her World by Scorpio Grudge
Forbidden Obsession by Corazon
Snakebite by ayerf
Bound by Blood by Lupinswolfie
On The Road by duniazade
Very Bad Things by Geena
The Sound of Sun Rising by Dryade
To See The Sun by Blinkykiatch
The Old Ways by Thalassa
Descent Into Darkness by Memnet
1. Arcad asked her to follow him in the study, all thoughts of dinner gone. Hermione sat on the floor by his feet still feeling the coldness.
"If Severus doesn't follow the ritual of the vampire matrimonial ceremony, he will be cut off from our world. All bonds with his family here severed for ever."
"That's awful. Why did he propose the Muggle ceremony then?"
"Apparently he loves you. Who could have thought him capable of loving someone so much? The vampire matrimonial ceremony is dreadful for the bride. He wanted to spare you being subjected to it."
Hermione realized that Severus had been ready to deny his heritage, the ways to which he was bound, everything he had for her sake.
"I cannot allow this to happen, Arcad. I didn't know. We will have a vampire wedding, whether Severus likes it or not."
2. “I was dying two years ago, she saved me, binding us together for the course of the last two years. The time is up, she is free.” His words were clipped, punctuated by a feeling Hermione couldn’t place, but the second he said that she was free instead of himself, she knew that all was not lost.
Ron, however, added voice to her thoughts. “What if she doesn’t wish to be?” he asked sadly.
“What are you babbling about, Weasley?”
“Nothing. Only, I just realized that for the last two years, I’ve been in love with a woman whose heart belonged elsewhere.” He shrugged his shoulders with a dejected sadness and Hermione felt tears well up in her eyes. Ron had matured, but it wasn’t his fault that he couldn’t compare to Severus; it was hers, for loving the wrong man. “It’s quite obvious now that I know the facts. She’s never once looked at me the way she was looking at you. Now I know.”
Harry’s gaze flickered back and forth between Ron and Hermione and Severus, whose eyes were locked with Ron’s as if trying to find a hidden meaning behind his words…a trap of sorts that he would refuse to fall into. Hermione had only tears running down her cheeks as she remained, for once, silent as she watched Ron turn and walk away from her.
3. Severus Snape ran a hand over her cheek and she winced. "I am indebted to you, Miss
Granger. That sweet … sacrifice of yours has been very beneficial to my well-being." His
fingers were softly caressing her lower lip now.
Hermione shifted and then she could see his eyes in the light of the moon. They were glowing
with an inborn fire.
"I do not need blood to survive, thanks to you. But unfortunately," Severus Snape continued,
smiling now, "that taste of yours has not been able to leave my mind. I can taste you still,
when I close my eyes." He rounded her, regarding her like a carnivore on the prowl. "Did you
know, Miss Granger, that the taste of blood is like a drug. The craving grows more in time,
not less."
Hermione shivered when she felt the heat of his body as he stepped nearer again. Without as
much as thinking about it she stepped on the ground; forcefully, vigorously.
Branches appeared out of nowhere, wrapping themselves around Severus' arms and legs. He
was lifted from the ground.
"What in the name of Merlin …" he called out surprised. He was pressed to the stem of the
Whomping Willow, twigs and branches binding him, rendering him immobile.
"You will see, Professor, that I am not a helpless little girl.
4. “So, one doesn’t have to be a vampire in order to fly,” Hermione declared, trying to reinstate some sense into her family. It was never too late for a lesson in logic.
“Are you trying to say he wasn’t a vampire?” Rose asked, clearly doubting her mother’s conclusion.
“I’m simply stating that we can’t be sure he was a vampire based solely on his ability to fly. Did he drink blood? Was he averse to sunlight? Burned by a cross, perhaps?”
“He did have pale skin,” Ron said thoughtfully.
“Ron!” Hermione admonished. It would figure that he would encourage them just as she was starting to make some headway.
“Well, he did!” Ron exclaimed.
Hermione huffed. Luckily, Ginny stepped in. “But he refereed Quidditch games. And I’m sure I saw him outside other times.”
“Well, when I was talking to that Worple fellow, he told me that vampires bursting into flames in the sunlight was a common misconception. While most vampires don’t like the sun, they can be in it for short periods of time with only a little discomfort.” Harry finished his speech to a quiet room. He fidgeted nervously for a moment, looking so much like his younger self that Hermione had to stifle a laugh.
Rose broke the silence. “You’ve met Eldred Worple, author of Blood Brothers: My Life Amongst the Vampires?”
5. Stepping over the girl, who was close to unconsciousness, Severus approached his Master and obediently knelt down before him.
"My Lord, how may I repay you?"
"By returning to me Severus, thus proving your loyalties, you have repaid me. Thirteen years ago I ordered you to spy on Albus Dumbledore and for thirteen years you did just that, never leaving your post. You are my loyal servant. Rise, Severus."
Severus stood up smoothly, maintaining eye contact with the Dark Lord, who he now had the strength to stand eye to eye with. It had been years since he felt this alive.
In the silence of the night, there was the sound of whimpering. A smile spread around the circle.
"Enjoy her, my servants," commanded Voldemort. The remaining men approached the woman, who no longer held a desire to sexually satisfy Severus, or anyone else for that matter. The control that Severus had held over her was gone and her fear had returned.
6. She nodded. "My blood is more appealing to you when I'm a virgin, even though you cannot have it."
"Correct."
"Pathetic, isn't it ? Here you are, fearsome vampire and Death Eater, deprived from your precious virgin blood, while it's right under your nose. It's silly, really, I wonder if you even know what turns you on: my body or the scent of my blood ?" She said bitterly.
"I'd say it's a close call, but for the moment your blood wins, by a nose-length." He smirked.
Both held their silence, gazing at some point in the distance.
Hermione felt a recklessness she never experienced before. Never would she have imagined coming up with a suggestion like the one she was about to make, still she couldn't stop herself and judging by the baffled look on his face when she told him, he was as much surprised as she was.
"If you touch me I'll let you drink my blood."
He gulped. Had she lost her mind ? Was she suicidal ? Before he was able to say something, she continued.
"I'll take that as a yes" and undressed.
7. She's a vampire. Stop feeding her ego, Hermione," Severus said blandly. "No, I am not a vampire," he continued, anticipating her next question. "I am only part."
"Half."
"Part. It doesn't work quite as simply as half human-half vampire, which is actually a fortunate thing. While vampires have extraordinarily long lives, though not immortal, part vampires are struck with... unfortunate ageing."
Hermione raised her eyebrow.
"Minerva's less than thirty years my senior, and yet I look like this, near to her age; it's a difficult strain for the body to deal with, and it shows. I don't drink blood, I don't burn in sunlight, nor any of the other silly fables you've heard. Neither am I given any of the powers. I am just a man whose body battles itself and with a mother that could pass as my daughter."
"Well... all right then. I suppose I have no grounds for refuting this, but expect to be quizzed later so I can learn."
8. Fingering the edges of the folded parchment hesitantly, he wondered what it would say. That she was sorry? Hardly. That she had gone? Probably, but her clothes were still there.
Sighing in resignation, he opened it up.
I’ve gone to watch the sunrise.
Severus blinked. Sunrise. It only took a few moments for just what that meant to sink in.
He dressed hastily, resolve pounding through his veins. He didn’t stop to guess how his shoe ended up where it was in the haze of last night, or when exactly the passion had caused Hermione to bite him on his shoulder. All that was irrelevant.
He grabbed a handful of Floo powder and was soon hastily mounting the spiral steps, climbing ever closer, ever nearer.
At the top of the tower, he burst through the door and into the fresh air. It was still dark, but on the far horizon, the beginnings of daylight looked soon to appear.
9. Obviously Snape had somehow rescued her, or Hermione had no doubt that she would now be dead. Still, she had to know.
“What happened to Rowle?”
Smiling grimly, Snape answered her. “Suffice to say that Thorfinn Rowle will never so much as touch a woman again.”
“You killed him?” Hermione blurted. She fought the temptation to pull the blanket over her head at her ineptness. Interrogation had never been part of her training, after all.
He chuckled, sending shivers down her spine. “The need of a Blood Replenishing Potion did that.” Slowly, very deliberately, he bared his teeth.
“So that’s how you survived Nagini’s bite,” Hermione said faintly, all too aware that her neck was within easy biting range of a vampire. “All those rumours at school were true. You really were - are, I mean - a vampire.” Even as she said it, Hermione could think of innumerable instances where she had seen contradictory evidence to those pervasive whispers at Hogwarts.
10. The acrid stench of burning plastic and hot metal invaded her lungs. Then, dim in the background but far more menacing, the resinous, sickening smell of lazily dripping oil. She tried to wrench herself out of the seatbelt, but she lost consciousness again. The next time she awoke, her first impression was of something missing. The crushing had vanished. The stench had vanished. She was lying on the ground, in darkness.
It smelt first of wet, crushed grass, but another scent floated in - styrax, cloves, asphodel and wormwood - which she breathed in deeply, for it stirred long forgotten memories.
***
She tried to sit up, but she couldn't move at all.
She couldn't feel her limbs, not even the pain she knew should be there. She tried desperately to feel the ground she was lying on, the cold that should have already seeped through her wet clothes, to assess her position. The effort only sent her spinning out of her body.
A strong hand slid under her head and lifted it. Through her dizziness, she felt the rough texture of the wool sleeve brush against her mouth, then the soft cold skin of an inner wrist press against her lips.
***
The skin itself tasted of spices and salt, but then something warm and revoltingly bland dribbled on her tongue: something faintly sweet and sour, with a tangy aftertaste of copper. She latched onto the wrist with revulsion and hunger, sank her teeth into the open vein and drank the horror and miracle of life.