Bloodsucker

Hermione Granger never thought she'd ever be more shocked than the day she found out she was a witch.

But of course, Draco Malfoy had to be the one to break that thought.

"W-what?"

It also didn't help that he was very very close to her and had made no effort to move once he noticed.

"I said, I think you're apart of the Gemini Coven."

His voice held no true malice but his slight annoyance at her question shined through.

"How?"

Malfoy rolls his eyes and finally shifts away from her. Suddenly she can breathe.

"Must I redo my entire-"

"I just mean...."

Hermione sucks in a breath while her hands fiddle with eachother nervously. Malfoy waits, a hand resting on his hip.

"Are you even sure about this? What if we start chasing this and it ends up being nothing?"

Malfoy just stares at her. The silence is long. Eventually he breaks it.

"Then it's nothing. We keep on doing what we're doing and that's all."

Malfoys hand drops from his waist as he makes his way back towards her. She watches as his hands slowly raise. She doesn't miss the slightest hesitation as he rests his hands on her shoulders. She almost curses herself for the jump the touch elicits from her.

She definitely doesn't miss the way his face fights a smirk.

"But I think this is worth looking into, no?"

She waits for the cold air to hit her shoulders once he removes his hands. But he doesn't move.

She watches his eyes as they shift between both of hers. His grip shifts alittle, becoming tighter but not hurtful. His lips curl inwards as he keeps his hold on her.

"I don't want you to think I'm a terrible person."

Something in Hermione face must shift because he continues speaking.

"I know. I don't deserve it. But I hope you know that not ALL of my intentions are ill-willed. I do genuinely want to help you."

The way he speaks almost makes Hermione believe him.

Hermione swallows the building lump in her throat. He practically leans on her, waiting for her reaction. She huffs out a breath before giving what he wants.

"I know you want to help. You wouldn't have done all this if you didn't."

She keeps it simple. He continues to stare at her, seemingly waiting for something. Hermione doesn’t budge.

“Alright then.”

He drops his hands and the cold comes. In the back of her head a thought passes. Too real to be formed. She pushes it away.

Malfoy shoots her one last look before flipping the book closed. His face turns sour and he flexes his wrist. Hermione peeks down at the white fabric that had been stained with blood. The memories of what she’d done, what he’d done for her, come back.

Her fingers ghost over her lips. But no blood rubs off onto her nails.

“I cleaned you up while you were asleep.”

Hermiones eyes meet his. Amusement has taken over his features and Hermione almost vomits at how nice it looks on him. As if a fresh smile was all he needed to look better and replace his usual cold and sulking face.

“Thank you.”

She whispers.

“No problem.”

He pulls out his wand and mutters a spell, making the blood disappear from his wrist. With the blood gone she can now clearly see that his skin was clear aswell. No wounds or scabbing skin.

“How’d you heal that fast?”

Her curiosity always seemed to lead first. Malfoys face scrunches in confusion as he ticks his wand away and peers at his own wrist. The confusion melts into surprise.

“I….I didn’t.”

Now her face scrunches in confusion. Malfoy hadn’t healed himself? But he’d been bleeding. Her fangs made sure of it.

“Are you sure? No healing spells? No potions? Nothing?”

Malfoy shakes his head.

“I haven’t really drank anything except your blood.”

He softly chuckles but Hermiones mind is already running through theories.

He hadn’t done a healing spell and he hadn’t taken any type of healing potion. The last thing he’d drank was her blood. Could that be it?

“I thought I told you to stop thinking so hard.”

His smooth voice almost distracts her but the theory is too good for her to dismiss.

“Do you have anything sharp? Maybe a knife?”

Malfoy looks at her like shes got five heads.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you so upset that you wanna stab me.”

“That’s not what I mean.”

His bewilderment changes as he looks at her suspiciously.

“Why do you need a knife?”

Hermione places her hands on her hips and slightly leans to one side.

“I’m gonna test a theory.”

He continues to side eye her as he leans over the teachers desk and grabs a pen. He retrieves his wand and waves it at the pen. Hermione watches at it transfigures from a pen to a thin knife. He holds it out to her and she grabs it from him.

She fights a laugh at the way he leans away. It was honestly very nice to see him cower at her. He obviously knew she wouldn’t kill him, especially after Lavender. But the reminder of what she was and what she could do couldn’t leave his mind.

She finally felt powerful.

“My theory is that my blood is a sort of healing remedy.”

Malfoy makes a face of interest and she places the knife against her palm. The steel blade presses down into her skin. She clenches her jaw before slicing her hand open with the knife. Hermione puts the knife aside and watches her hand.

The blood begins to spill out of the cut. But after a few second, the cut begins to mend itself. She watches her skin close back together as if the cut was never created at all.

“Holy. Shit.”

She smiles and holds her hand up for Malfoy to see. His brows raise as he makes a ‘hmmm’ sound.

“Extraordinary Granger. Like always.”

Hermione fights a blush at his compliment. Vampire emotions were no joke, huh?

“When you said that you hadn’t drank anything but my blood, it got me wondering.”

She grabs the knife and walks closer to him. He doesn’t lean away.

“You swallowed just alittle but it was still enough to heal the punctures in your skin.”

Hermione grabs his hand. He doesn’t pull away.

She releases his hand and it stays right where she put it. She placed her free hand right next to his. The cold blade presses against his skin first and then on hers. They unanimously close their hands around the blade. She doesn’t miss a beat; she immediately pulls the knife out of their closed fists. She hears him stifle a moan as she does the same.

Malfoy opens his palm, blood already leaking out. Hermione quickly takes her fist and squeezes as hard as she can over his hand. Her blood drips into his open wound and a quick moment later, the cut is healing itself.

Hermione looks up at him. Pure awe is painted on his face as the cut completely disappears, as if it was never there. She finds her staring at him, looking boyish as ever. He seems to feel her staring and decides to stare back.

“Like I said,”

The movement from her eyes to her lips is quick.

“Extraordinary.”

Hermione forced herself to believe that her eyes were playing tricks on her. She looks away from him, trying to focus on anything else.

She uses her non-bloody hand to fumble around the teachers desk next to them. There’s no way they didn’t have a napkin of sorts. Once she isn’t able to find anything on top, she moves behind the desk. She’s beginning to pull the drawers open when the sound of Malfoy clearing his throat rings out.

She pauses and peeks at him from behind the desk.

“Here.”

In his hand is a white handkerchief. One that he’s offering to her. One for her to soil with her dirty blood.

Hermione stands from behind the desk and forgets her frantic search. She takes the handkerchief from his hand and wipes the blood off of her hand before disposing it in the bin next to the desk. When she’s done, she looks back up at him to see that he’s already got his own handkerchief and his hands are squeaky clean.

“Thank you.”

Malfoy disposes of the handkerchief in the bin and shrugs.

“Why wouldn’t I give you something to clean your hands with? I might be mean but I’m not dirty.”

Hermione finds herself finally smiling without a fight. It’s an eerie feeling but she goes with it. Malfoys smile is small in return but she considers it a win of sorts. For their alliance and all.

She finds herself thinking of the library. She wanted to go during dinner but she hadn’t even made it past lunch. How long ago was lunch? How long had they been in here?

“What time is it?”

Draco pulls his wand out once again, muttering Tempus and blue numbers appear from the tip of his wand.

4:30

Hermiones eyes almost fall out of their sockets.

“I MISSED AN ENTIRE DAY OF SCHOOL?!”

The sound of Malfoy laughing becomes father and farther as her chest begins to rise and fall rapidly.

Classes had just ended. Everyone was probably looking for her. She’d missed so many important lessons and she was going to be behind for the entire year now. Harry and Ron never took notes so they definitely didn’t take notes for her. If they were even her friends anymore because they had most likely- no, most certainly found out that she was the one who killed Lavender Brown. They were probably trashing her room and burning her things and cheering. Everyone was probably talking about how they never liked her anyway. That a Muggleborn witch never belonged at this school and she could rot-

“HERMIONE!”

The world stops going black and she feels a hand on her chest and another holding her back steady. Hermiones eyes finally come back into focus to see Malfoy kneeling infront of her. His eyes are wide and worried, just like Ron’s had been.

Why was he worried? What happened?

“Just breathe Hermione.”

A thrum if magic passes through her. The hand on her chest feels so warm and the hand on her back rubs slightly.

As she continues to breathe, she remembers.

Malfoy continues to sit in-front of her as she slowly recovers. He’s practically on his knees now, just watching her and guiding her chest as air goes in and out. Hermione tries to gather up enough spit in her mouth to actually say something. Slowly, her mouth becomes less and less dry. Once the cotton mouth is finally gone, she speaks.

“I really need to stop having breakdowns infront of you.”

The rubbing on her back stops and the calming magic he’d been pushing into her vanishes. She suddenly wishes she’d just kept her mouth shut.

Malfoy stares into her eyes. She can see that he’s fighting with himself. Fighting because of what? She didn’t know.

His hands on her were warm at first but were beginning to grow hot. Uncomfortable.

She’d spent too much time here. Too much time with him. They were only allies and yet he’d just helped her through a panic attack as if they were friends.

They were nothing of the sort.

She continues to watch him. He continues to fight with himself before retracting his hands from her body. He breaks the staring contest, his eyes meeting the floor instead.

She takes that as an answer.

“I’m gonna go now.”

Malfoys head snaps back up. He looks almost hurt.

Almost.

“I’ll see you in the morning.”

Hermione stands from the floor she’d been sitting on. She moves past him as he stays kneeling. She walks to the door and attempts to turn the knob. It doesn’t budge.

She tries again. She used both hands to shake and juggle the door. But the door doesn’t budge. She sighs in defeat and is about to ask him to unlock it when the lock clicks itself. She turns back to him and sees his hand in the air.

When did he get so good with wandless magic?

She shakes the thought away and turns the knob. The slightest “thank you” is heard as she slips out into the corridor.