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Pansy whirled with her wand arm raised, a curse exploding off the end of the wood. Draco grabbed the witch’s arm at the last second sending the spell up and away from her. She stepped forward into his room glancing at the blackening cracks spreading across the ceiling that would’ve done serious damage had they hit her.

“What are you doing here, Granger?” Draco snarled at her. His hand still firmly wrapped around Pansy’s wrist as if to keep her from sending anymore curses.

“I came to finish our conversation from earlier, but it appears that we need to have a different one entirely.”

“Go home.”

“No.”

Pansy snorted and shook out of Draco’s hold to cross her arms. “Still as bothersome as I remember.”

“And you’re still just as desperate for Malfoy’s affection as I remember.” She quipped, enjoying the slight twitch she received as her verbal aim struck true.

“Says the girl who shows up unwanted in…” she looked Hermione up and down, “scraps of fabric.”

“Enough.” Her eyes flicked to the owner of the deep voice, his own eyes closed in a pained expression before reopening and glossing over with indifference. “Pansy…”

Her name both a warning and a decree as it fell in the space between them.

“You can’t be serious, Draco.”

His dead eyes looked at her blankly, she huffed and then disapparated. Draco turned abruptly and walked into the ensuite bathroom. She followed but stood outside of the shower doors while he stripped down to his boxers and got in. The taps spun and water sprouted from overhead, raining down on his body, the lack of amassing steam telling her the water was cold.

“Tell me what’s going on.”

“You lost the right to demand anything from me the second you decided I was incapable of wanting anything other than to use you.”

“Draco…”

When he didn’t acknowledge her, she braced herself and entered fully clothed. The water wasn’t just cold, it was freezing.

“How do you know the curse will take hold in a soon? Why didn’t you tell me about the possible cure? And how does Theo know what to do?”

“Leave, Granger. I’m asking nicely. That won’t remain the case should you chose to ignore me again.”

They stood in silence under the spray. She fought the shivers as they wracked her body and was growing concerned when he seemed to be completely unaffected by water temperature.

“L-look at m-me.” Her teeth clicked together on a stutter as the icy water started to seep into her bones.

When he didn’t, she took a gamble and raised her hand to place it on his cheek. His jaw tightened and he jerked away from her touch.

“P-p-please.”

Draco’s stormy grey eyes found hers. They dropped to her lips and narrowed. The water ceased, and in the blink of an eye, she found herself in front of the lit fireplace in his room, with her clothes magically dry. She was no stranger to strong magic, but she had to admit that his power was impressive.

Hermione continued to shake despite the warm flames while he stood once again looking out of his balcony windows.

She felt the prickle of a warming charm spread through her veins. The spell was aggressive and wholly different than the soothing heat that she normally produced.

“As soon as you are no longer hypothermic, I need you to go. Please.”

“I’m sorry that I hurt you.”

He sighed. “It’s my own fault.”

“No, Draco.” She stated, forcing herself to leave the warmth to approach him. “What I said, what I insinuated, is not a reflection of my opinion of you.”

The man in front of her scoffed.

“I was… anxious and… and frustrated. Maybe… maybe for the same reason you didn’t tell me about your research?”

This got his attention; he turned his head to look at her. She gasped and rushed to him as a single blood red tear drained from his eye. He put a hand up creating an invisible barrier that she ran into as he took a large step back from where she was kept in place.

“Me not telling you something and you villainizing me are a bit different, Hermione.”

Hermione.  She pushed against the forcefield he had created trying to break through and go to him.

“I didn’t,” he raised his brow and then turned back to gaze out of the window, “okay so maybe I voiced the least attractive of possibilities… I was hoping you would refute them. I was hoping you would make some Malfoy-ish remark about how sleeping in my flat more than once allowed you the right to me and my time. I was hoping-”

“You were right.” He cut in, sounding unlike himself. Sounding callous and calculating like his father. “What you accused me of, you were right. I was worried about losing the person keeping me alive and I was annoyed that I didn’t have control over you.”

“You’re lying.”

“Am I?”

“Yes.” She knew what he was doing, he was trying to push her away, say anything that would make her leave. “Where’s the Draco that demanded I be careful? The one that has wrapped himself so tightly around me every other night for the past two weeks?”

“He’s dying!” Draco spit. Finally turning to look at her, the red streak draining from his left eye had made it all the way down his neck and disappeared beneath his shirt. “And therefore, cannot waste any more time with people who do not deserve it.”

Hermione swallowed down her emotions, the thickness in her throat making it nearly impossible.

“Are the blood tears the first symptom?” She questioned, seamlessly switching into Healer mode even though her heart was pleading with her to keep fighting with him. His health was a more pressing matter than that of their crumbling situationship.

“Granger, it is almost three in the morning. I will come to the clinic tomorrow. Please just go.”

“No, you won’t.” She countered whipping her hair up in a knot on top of her head. She knew it deep down in her bones if she left now he would not show up tomorrow and she would most likely never see him again. “I signed a strict contract to make sure you stay in good health to the best of my ability, I’m staying. You lasted two months with the first transfusion, when did you start feeling sick?”

His eyes rolled to the ceiling as he inhaled and exhaled harshly.

“A week before I came to you.”

She extracted her wand from her pocket. Sliced through his shield and approached him. Three diagnostic panels hovered over him within seconds and her bag appeared on the floor next to them.

“It’s been half the time.” She spoke mostly to herself noting that it had only been three weeks this time while analyzing the glowing numbers and colors. “What else happens?”

He shrugged.

“Draco…”

“Don’t. You want me to be your patient, fine, I’ll be your patient. But you’ll address me as such.”

If Hermione could shoot daggers from her eyes, they would be the ones she just pulled from her heart.

“Malfoy, what else happens?”

“Fatigue, fever, extreme sensitivity for all senses, hunger, dizziness.”

She nodded as he listed off his ailments but then frowned. “Hunger?”

His eyes bore into hers before he looked away. “Yes.”

“Have you maintained a normal diet between contraction of the curse, the transfusions, and the onset of symptoms?”

Another shrug.

“Dra-Malfoy?”

“I’m always hungry.”

Something nagged at the back of her mind. Something she had read while looking into magical blood sharing.

She placed the back of her hand against his forehead to feel for fever even though it was reporting within normal range. Watching the numbers spike on the graph at her touch. His eyes fluttered closed and he started to lean into her hand, but immediately straightened once he realized his slip.

Hermione bit her lip. His attention dropped to it. He seemed to melt when it came to her touch. Hell that’s what had started it all really. Her holding him through the second transfusion and him returning just to lay with her. Again. And again. And again.

Extending her hand again, she brought it to his cheek.

“Are you done?” He questioned. The words were snappy, but his eyes gave him away.

“Mmm not quite.”

Her other hand swooped up and landed on his chest while she stepped closer. Their chests would touch if either of them inhaled deeply. She pushed him into the wingback chair conveniently located just behind him and stepped forward in between his legs.

“W-what are you doing?”

“Testing a theory.” She murmured, gathering the courage to take the next step in her hypothesis.

Hermione carefully placed one knee on the side of him before swinging her other leg over his so that she was straddling him.

“Granger…”

His tone was low and dangerous. She shivered and it wasn’t from being cold anymore.

She tipped his chin up with her hand, wordlessly scourgified the drying blood from his eye, let her eyes flicker between his and then pressed her lips against his.

His fingers flew to her hips and dug in. There would definitely be marks there later. The tightness in his grip was contradicting. It was like half of him wanted to shove her off but the other half wanted to pull her closer. She nipped at his bottom lip requesting entry.

The second he complied she was no longer in charge.

Days, months, years of pent-up animosity, longing, and whatever it was that was between them poured from his mouth to hers.

Draco pulled her body into his with one hand on her hip while the other delved into her hair, pulling it out of the bun and tangling in it to angle her head how he wanted. He set the pace. Ravenous. Aggressive. And yet, it was never too much. It was just right.

His lips moved to her neck. One well-placed dull bite had her gasping and dropping her head in the opposite direction to give him more room. He sucked at the sensitive skin where neck met shoulder.

When a noise sounding a lot like a moan rolled out of him, she was reminded of her initial intent.

Hermione wrapped her arms around him to pull him closer to her and whispered, “Bite.”

Everything came to a halt.

“What did you just say?” He questioned darkly. Dragging back and releasing his grip on her hair.

“It’s what you need, isn’t it? To bite… and drink?”

Draco was deathly still beneath her until he wasn’t.

He stood violently, the grip on her waist bordering painful and not in the good way, before he deposited her on the floor in front of him.

“Get. Out.”

“What’s your plan then, hmm?” She refused to cower. “Continue to suffer until the transfusions no longer cut it? Then what? Accidentally attack someone innocent? Drink from Pansy?” The last questioned tasted like ash on her tongue. Exactly how she knew it would taste for him as his reluctance to do so already confirmed, but it didn’t make her feel any better him considering choosing the other witch over her. “You said yourself, it has to be me, right?”

“Leave.”

“No.”

“Fucking Merlin, you’re fucking insane!” Draco raged. “Do you even understand what you’re asking me to do!?”

“How is it any different than what we’ve already been doing?” She argued.

Draco’s eyes swirled with crazy. “How… how is it any different?” He stepped forward, effectively walking her backward until she hit the far wall and he caged her in. “I would be tearing into your pretty little throat, Granger.” He gripped her chin roughly, turned her head to the side and traced the spot he had sucked on with the fingers from his other hand. “I wouldn’t be able to stop until I’ve drained you. And worst, I would enjoy it.”

He lowered his head to run his nose along where his fingers had just been.

“Theo stopped.” Her voice was barely a whisper, but her words had him pushing away from her again.

“How do you know about Theo?”

“’Brightest witch of our age’, remember? I’m assuming he drinks from Susan? She’s still alive.”

Draco moved back to his favorite windows. “Theo didn’t get hit with the full curse. His… hunger… isn’t as consuming. He doesn’t need as much.”

“How have you been able to resist this whole time then?”

“Occlumency.”

“Are you doing it right now?”

“I’m always doing it. Even before the accident.” He looked over his shoulder at her briefly and then resumed his outwardly stare. “The only time I’m not fully occluded is when I sleep. Which has almost cost me a few times.”

“Explain.”

“The first week, before I moved you to your bed, I woke up because I could taste you. I had my teeth at your neck. I moved us to your room because your scent is so strong in there that I couldn’t not occlude. It was safer.”

Hermione let the information marinate. Draco seemed content to let the silence stretch on.

There was just one question she had left. She stepped off the wall and approached him. Stopping only a foot away.

“Why did you tell Theo and Blaise to ‘get’ me after the artifact exploded?”

He stiffened. Shoulders became incredibly squarer and he grew impossibly taller.

“I knew what curse the artifact held before we went searching for it. I also knew that your love for all things magical, all creatures, would afford me the time and safety to try to figure out how to fix it or at the very least give me time to adjust. I knew you would protect me even if you hated it.”

She nodded to herself since he was still facing away from her. He wasn’t wrong in his assumption.

“What I didn’t anticipate, is that you would give me your blood.”

“’The first blood shall determine the cursed’s fate.’” She recited one of the few cryptic sentences she had found about vampires during her transfusion research.

“You changed the rules when sourced me.” He said quietly. “Theo can drink from whoever, though he prefers and has only ever consumed from Susan, because his blood is his own... My heart stopped as it should have, but when it started again, it was with your blood. I crave drinking from only you because it was your blood in my veins when the curse took hold.”

Made sense. At least logically and factually. But something was missing, she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. Her brows pulled together as she ran through every interaction she’d had with the Slytherins, Narcissa, even Flint.

“Great, but it still doesn’t explain why you wanted me in the first place.”

“What do you mean, Granger?” Draco groaned.

She moved in front of him, looking up and waiting until he met her gaze.

“You could have blackmailed or paid any Healer to do the same thing, to ‘protect’ you, while you figured things out. Why me?”

His eyes flicked over her shoulder and then he chucked his chin forward. She spun. And upon realizing what she was looking at she wheezed.

“Stalking is illegal in both muggle and magical communities.” She was in shock, and when in shock she tended to rehearse facts.

“I warned you that the world you live in is not safe, there are still people out there that want to see terrible things happen to you. I’ve been… making sure those things don’t happen.”

“Why?”

Her flat across the park faded into the background as her eyes refocused on him shrugging behind her in their blurry reflection. Twirling so that she was looking at him she asked again.

“Why?”

“Because I was powerless when you actually needed it.” His eyes flicked down to her arm where the scar was. “Because even when I hated you, I couldn’t keep my eyes off you.”

“What happens if you don’t bite me?”

“I don’t know.”

“Do it.”

He shook his head, “I won’t be able to stop. Why are you not getting that in that thick head of yours?”

“You will.”

“Granger-”

“You just told me that you have been stalking me for years. You have laid in the same bed with me for weeksand haven’t yet lost control. You’ll stop.”

“I’m not going to-” the words died in his throat when she made an incision with her wand on her neck at the spot he had kissed and caressed, “what the fuck are you doing!?”

“Don’t let it go to waste.”

The blood tickled as it ran down her collar bone and dripped on to her chest.

“You’re going to regret this.” He said almost in a trance. Eyes locked on the source of her life.

“No chance, I’ll either be dead and unable to be regretful or alive and ecstatic to tell you ‘I told you so’.”

“Hermione,” He whined. Whether the mewl was from the temptation currently seeping out of her or her saying it was a possibility that she would maybe be wrong and end up dead, she didn’t know.

“Drink, Draco.”

She leaned her head to the side in offering, unable to repress the hum that escaped her when he captured her against him while his tongue licked from the top of her breast to her neck in one long swipe ending with a deep moan of satisfaction. The sound of a starved man having his first nourishment after a torturously long time without.

The pierce of his teeth didn’t hurt, in all honesty the needle inserting into her arm for his transfusions had hurt more, it was the first full suck that had her knees threatening to buckle. It was an odd feeling. Pleasure and something indescribable rolled into one. Her momentary thought of how sick it was that she was enjoying him sucking her blood was gone the instant Draco lifted her by the back of her thighs.

She wrapped her legs around him as he carried her, placing her against the nearest wall and rolling his hips into her.

“Oh Godric.” She keened.

He was beyond hard and from the feel of it, perfectly sized. Big enough to question if he would fit but not too big to where it would hurt.

Two drags and swallows matched perfectly with the canting of him against her.

“Draco…” His name was half-plea, half-warning. The feeling of lightheadedness crept from behind her eyes and spread to her limbs.

“Mmmmph.”

“Draco, time to slow down.”

She was beyond surprised when he did, and downright stunned when he released her from his lips. Nothing had ever worked out that well for her on the first try. No spell. No request to her friends or the Ministry. And she found, despite the rivulets of her blood trailing down from each corner of his mouth, he looked positively beautiful.

His face where previously hollowed and pale was plush and full of life. The harsh eyes that normally met hers were swirling like molten metal. His hair appeared softer and fuller.

“I need you to listen to me very carefully.” He spoke lowly, even his voice sounded more alluring. “I’m going to set you down. You need to walk very slowly out of the room, Floo home, and lock it. I mean it, Hermione, please do not argue with me… I’m hanging on by the finest thread. I will owl when I’m under control.”

Hermione bit her lip and held her breath as her body rubbed every inch of his on her way down to the floor. She could feel the restraint he was using as he shook against her. The muscle in his jaw was continually flexing and she noticed he wasn’t breathing. She took one step backwards, but didn’t make it far.

“You’re going to have to remove my hands.” He said through his teeth.

She pried at the fingers holding her hostage. Going one by one until she was free and taking another step away from him. Two more. One more. At the door now. Three. She was halfway down the hall when he appeared in the doorway. At the fireplace when he began striding towards her. And when the green flames of magic engulfed her, he lunged.

Hermione landed on her living room carpet heavily. Tripping over one of the chairs as she whipped her wand around locking the Floo and setting any ward she could recall. When she felt safe enough to stop, two blood-replenishing potions were summoned and consumed.

Twenty minutes went by and her flat remained just as silent and empty as when she had arrived. Crookshanks had strolled out to look at her, meowed, and then went back to his favorite sleeping spot. She figured if he hadn’t gotten through her wards by now, she was probably okay to take a shower while she waited.

She had only been under the spray for maybe five minutes when strong arms wrapped around her from behind. She screamed.

“Shhh. It’s me.”

His cool voice calmed her for a fraction of a second before realization set in that he was there and he hadn’t owled.

She attempted to spin in his hold. Maybe if she could face him, get him to look at her, he wouldn’t give in to the need to drain her.

“You’re so soft. Gods it’s been torture feeling you without being able to feel you.”

One of his hands dove south of her navel while the other swept her wet hair out of the way. His large hand settled over her sex.

“Draco…”

Open mouthed kisses were placed across the back of her shoulder. “The blood lust is gone.” He kissed and licked her neck where he had bitten her. “Now it’s just lust.”

“Oh.” She squeaked when the fingers she had wrestled off her less than a half hour ago parted her folds and started circling her clit.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No.”

Her hands and forehead fell to the cool tile wall in front of her while he continued to play with her from behind.

His skilled fingers circled and circled around the sensitive bundle of nerves relentlessly as the other set of digits found her nipple. She cried out when it was pinched between his thumb and middle finger while the index swept back and forth over the tip.

Draco’s mouth was at her ear, “As much as I would love the drag this out and make you beg and cry for me, I need you too badly. I need you to come, Hermione. Can you do that for me?”

“Turn me around.”

The voice was hers but she wasn’t sure how she made the words come out. Not when she quickly approaching orgasm. Her only reprieve from the pleasure he was wreaking on her took place in the few seconds it took for him to rotate her body so that she was facing him. His eyes held her captive as he slid two fingers inside of her and used him thumb to replace their spot on her clit.

“Come on, pretty girl. Give it to me.”

“Draco,” Hermione whined.

His eyes darkened.

“Tell me I can be inside of you as soon as you come.”

Her mouth parted on a silent moan when he found the spot inside her that had yet to be discovered by anyone else.

“Please.”

“Consent, Hermione. I need it.”

“Yes, yes you - oh, oh Godric.”

With one more drag of his fingertips, she fell apart.

It felt as though she were floating. Didn’t even realize she hadn’t been breathing until she felt Draco’s head push inside of her causing a deep inhaled gasp. Her eyes finally opened after the three thrusts that had him fully seated.

“Fuck.” Draco snarled from above her.

It was then that she noticed he had somehow moved them to her bed.

His head hung between his shoulders as he looked down to where they were joined. Hermione reached for his face, pulling his attention up to her.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do this?” He questioned lowly. “How long I’ve fantasized about being the one to make you sound like this?”

He pulled out and thrust back in effectively making her keen and arch her back at the feel of him sliding against her swollen insides. He kept going in a steady rhythm. Coming down to his forearms to kiss her or whisper things in her ear while she wrapped her arms around him or dug her nails into his back when he sometimes circled his hips after bottoming out giving her clit some contact with the fine hairs on his lower abdomen. Eventually hooking his arm under one of her knees and pulling her leg up allowing him to go deeper.

“Draco!”  

“Are you going to be a good girl and come for me again, hmm?”

Hermione was certainly on her way there, but she needed something more.

“I need… I need…” she panted as he started going a bit harder, changing his angle so he was hitting the spot inside her again.

“Tell me.”

“I don’t know.” She cried. A literal tear escaping her eye. She was right there. She could feel it, but it wasn’t happening. It was maddening.

Draco kissed her and reached for her nipple, he pulled her other leg up, but nothing pushed her over the edge. Nothing until his teeth accidentally scraped against the spot he had bitten earlier.

Her body convulsed but it still wasn’t enough.

“Bite me.”

His head snapped up but he didn’t stop driving into her.

“Please, please, I need it.”

It seemed like an eternity between the time he searched her face for confirmation that it was what she actually wanted and the time his mouth latched on her to neck when in reality it was mere seconds.

The first pull of blood from her was like a bomb be detonated. Everything that wasn’t the orgasm ripping through her ceased to exist. Fire licked its way across her body, leaving only heated tremors in its wake. Everything went white. There was no sound.

“Hermione.” A soft muffled voice called. “Hermione.” Again, but clearer this time and accompanied by the sensation of her hair being played with. A kiss to her forehead and another to her lips. “Hermione.”

Draco.

Her eyes fluttered open to find a concerned and spent looking Draco on his side next to her. Lips stained slightly red as they turned upward upon seeing her awake.

She’d passed out. But not from the blood, she knew he didn’t take much.

“I’ve never…” her voice was quiet. The rest of her sentence left unsaid.

“Nor I.”

They laid in silence for a few minutes. Draco working on his breathing and her wiggling her fingers and toes as sensation returned to her limp extremities.

When her brain finally rebooted it was filled with questions.

“I can hear you thinking.” Draco chuckled, pulling her against him. “Can the explosion of inquiries wait until after we’ve slept for at least two hours?”

“I suppose.” She said on a yawn.