Red Passion - HP - Draco/Hermione - 18/31
Title: Red Passion
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: Mature (R)
Links: Chapter 1 + Chapter 2 + Chapter 3 + Chapter 4 + Chapter 5 + Chapter 6 + Chapter 7 + Chapter 8 + Chapter 9 + Chapter 10 + Chapter 11 + Chapter 12 + Chapter 13 + Chapter 14 + Chapter 15 + Chapter 16 + Chapter 17
Summary: Post HBP. A vampire saves Draco from death and introduces him to a dark world. With Hermione Granger on the menu, can Draco save his enemy and his own soul? Eventual DM/HG.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Written for profitless entertainment.
Warning: Blood, violence, and eventually scenes of a sexual nature.
Author's Note: Story goes AU after the events of Half Blood Prince.
Wordcount for Total Story: ~65,900 words (varied by chapter)
Chapter 18
"You need to run."
Draco grasped at the floor behind him, pulling himself onto his feet. His luck held; the knee he'd split was on the same leg as his broken foot. He stumbled backwards, his narrow shoulder blades bouncing off of a wall behind him. He turned. Stairs were to his right, only a few feet away. There had to be a second option, a back door. But the house was dark around him, the closest light cast down the staircase from a cracked, green and red stained-glass window placed at the top of the stair, looking out at the back of the house. The moon must have been hanging outside it, because its glow was a fierce white between the colored panels.
"Granger, don't," he hissed.
She hadn't moved from the doorway, but her hands were on the frame. Wood splinters beneath her fingers.
"I can't stop," she said, her voice strained. "I don't know if I'll be able to stop myself."
"But Darien..."
"Darien was older than me-and not as hungry as I am." She released a breathy sound, a purr of sorts. "And you smell so wonderful."
"How are you going to help your friends like this?" Draco asked, trying to stop his words from shaking as they left his mouth. "What if your precious Potter breaks a glass? You going to kill him, too? Or does villains' blood taste better than heroes'?"
Draco could feel the tremor in the air, the split second warning. He threw himself up the stairs, the gust of wind from her movement knocking him forward before he reached the top. Three steps lay between him and the next floor, but his body refused to move. He could feel her presence in his mind, telling him to lay still, the vampire in her begging her prey's surrender. His fingers clawed against the banister as he pulled himself up. A finger hooked his collar bone, effortlessly flipping him over mid-rise and tossing him back onto the stairs. His back slammed into the hard edges of the steps, and he cried out in pain.
His collar bone was a flaming gush of heat against his skin, fractured, he was sure. He pushed himself off with his feet, trying to make it off the painful steps. A hand surprised him, grabbing hold of his wounded shoulder and squeezing, yanking him up onto the flat surface below the small, bright window.
Emerald and crimson patches lit Hermione's face as she towered over him, somehow managing to circle him like a vulture in the second it took him to register the pain and cry out again. She stopped beside him, a look of agony on her face as she eyed his neck, wanting to tear open his old scars, but she slid down his body instead. Draco felt the cloth over his torn knee disappear, ripped off in an instant. Her cool lips covered the wet skin of his leg, suckling hungrily to clean up the shallow cut.
Draco rocked his body sideways to throw her off, but her hand grabbed hold of his inner thigh, just above the wound, to steady him. Her fingers dug into the flesh, bruising him, but the sensation was too foreign to be painful. Draco sucked in a quick breath as her fingers kneaded the long muscle of his leg, their reach climbing, far too close to a suddenly aware part of his body.
"Oh, Merlin," he hissed, shuttering as his pants became far too tight. "Hermione...Hermione, stop."
Her lips lifted off his leg, and her eyes widened as she realized what she was doing. She slipped up his body, one palm against his stomach to hold him down, her face hovering over his. She appeared to be shivering, her body shaking in some awkward, inhuman way. It took Draco a moment to realize that it was not coldness she was feeling.
"I think I know a way," she said, a drop of blood spilling off of her lips and onto his chin.
"To what?" Draco forced himself to ask.
"A way to distract myself, from my hunger," she said, a sad look in her starving eyes.
She lowered herself slowly, hesitantly licking the droplet off his face. She must have felt the blood rise to his skin because she lifted her mouth again, planting it over Draco's. Her tongue darted out, rolling around his mouth. Draco reacted to her kiss, his free hand catching her side and pulling at the dress over her body. Before he could move further, she yanked at the cloth over his stomach, tearing his shirt off him.
Draco's body jumped at the sudden touch of the cold, wooden floor beneath his back, but he didn't pull away from her mouth. Her hand danced over his belly button and lowered, her long fingers tugging at the belt of his pants. The metal button popped loose, ricocheting off of the banister, and the zipper tore free from the cloth.
The wizard arched against her, groaning into her mouth. Her lips pulled free of his, heading back towards the scars of his neck.
"Why?" The question was a gasp, his breathing heavy as she lowered her body to grind against his pelvis. "Why are you doing this?"
"I'll take too much," she whispered against his ear. If I don't distract myself another way, I'll kill you.
"So you're going to screw me to save me?" he coughed. "Raw deal."
"Doubtful," she answered. Her fangs slid into his neck, and he moaned from the sudden shock. But her pull was gentler than her body's frustrating motions. She was drinking slowly, pacing herself. Not too much. Not too much...
Draco didn't realize there was nothing beneath her dress, not until the stiffness slapping his belly felt something decidedly unfamiliar slide against it.
You've never? Her voice shook his mind. He could barely hear it for his own thoughts.
"You have?" he returned.
She laughed into his wound, continuing to sip his life away a moment later. With sudden precision, her hand slipped down between their bodies, straightening his member a split second before she slammed her body down onto him. His flesh shot up past her folds, and the vibrations of her cry tickled Draco's neck. His body shuddered in ecstasy at the contact, and she be began to rock, her body above him, her waist swiveling back in forth, allowing him to explore her grasping insides.
Draco could feel a warm, unnatural sensation growing between them. He could feel a sense of shock radiating off of Hermione and his eyes suddenly drifted downward. If he didn't know better, he'd say that the air between them was brighter than it had been. It reminded him of something familiar, something he'd seen and felt all his life: magic.
"What?"
Hermione didn't answer, her body suddenly more urgent. Her movements quickened and her lips tightened around his flesh. The floor beneath them began to shake slightly, the walls shuttering at the magic bubbling over them. The window above shattered, but the shards of red and green rained down beside them instead of over them. It was as if the glass was slipping around the sudden, glowing boundary.
Draco felt his whole body tighten as the friction grew. A quick release shook him to the core, and he realized the sensation hadn't come from his own body but from the witch's. A moment later, her movements fastened again, and Draco felt himself join her in a moment of climax.
Her fangs slid out of him and his head banged hard against the floor as his body shivered against the glow.
Hermione's eyes were heavy and lidded, as if she'd been woken from a dream. "Sleep," she commanded. And he did.
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