Let's get spooky!

…and keep her he did.

When the fog of euphoria had finally lifted, and Hermione had come to her senses, she avoided Draco Malfoy like the plague. It was with the low whisper of cloth and the soft padding of feet on his bedroom floor that she slipped out of his dorm while he slept in post orgasmic bliss. Could people like him even sleep? The true realization of what he was hadn't seemed to completely settle in just yet, her body running on autopilot. The only thing that seemed to be on repeat in her mind was the word danger, danger, danger over and over again on a loop. She had to stay away from him and find a way to get him out of their school.

Or at least, those were her intentions.

Draco, on the other hand, had other ideas.

Hermione watched with baited breath and a fear stricken heart as Draco Malfoy continued to dazzle her schoolmates and friends. She knew that no one would believe her if she told them the truth. Hell, she herself still didn't believe it at times. However, it was when she was on the verge of sleep, alone in her bed, did she recall the feel of his hands on her, leaving scorch marks in their wake. Her hair, her neck, her breasts. The memory remained so vivid, vivid to the point where she started to believe he'd gotten inside of her head. She would not put it past him.

After all, he had done it before.

She was grateful that she had never hid her displeasure of the beautiful boy, because it made avoiding him that much easier. No one questioned when she would leave just as he was approaching, mumbling some poor excuse they all knew was a lie. No one batted an eyelash when she was strangely quiet during discussions that involved his name. It was behavior they were used to since the first moment he'd stepped foot into Hogwarts. No one blinked or even spared a second glance during these occurrences. No one but the man in question himself.

His eyes would twinkle with something only they knew as she made her great escapes. His perfect lips would quirk up just the slightest, as if he found her behavior oh so amusing. At times, during class or breakfast or dinner, she'd feel his heated gaze pressing down on her so much she thought she'd suffocate. Those moments were the worst...

What did he want from her? That question alone haunted her like no other, more than any nightmare ever could. As the previously sick students began to return one by one, Hermione was hit with a startling realization. None of them remembered what had made them sick in the first place. Well, they didn't remember what really made them sick. Every single one of them had mumbled the same excuse of some stomach virus. An excuse that Hermione did not have to come up with, because she had never gotten "sick" like they did. Her...experience with Draco seemed to be different altogether, starting with the fact that her memory was still intact.

What did he want from her?

As she slowly began to pull herself away from her friends, she spent more and more time in the library. She wasn't sure what she was hoping to find in fictional books full of tales about sharp fangs and glowing eyes, but she had to start somewhere. She had to get rid of him before he started preying on her friends again...or anyone else for that matter. She'd finally accepted the reality of the situation and was even able to think it, perhaps even say it if need be.

Draco Malfoy was a vampire.

She didn't know why he was at Hogwarts or what he wanted, but he'd integrated himself into the hearts of just about everyone on the school grounds to the point where she was the only one with any chance to stand against him. He'd warmed the hearts of students and teachers alike with his charm, but she was the only one who knew better. She was the only one who knew just what hid behind those dazzling eyes. Only she knew of the sharp fangs that hid behind his lips, accompanied by an equally sharp tongue that could lull even the best of them into doing his bidding.

He slept. That much she knew. In fact, that was just about all she knew. Was she supposed to stake him in the heart while he was sleeping? She didn't see that going over very well. Did garlic affect him? Crucifixes? Clearly sunlight didn't. She scoffed with a shake of her head as she closed the book and slid it back into place. As she browsed, she found herself thinking what a shame it was that she hadn't paid better attention to him before. Maybe she could have noticed something, retained something, that would aid her.

"Maybe I should just invest in some holy water," she mumbled into the air.

"Holy water has no affect on me."

Hermione shrieked, dropping the book at the sound of a familiar voice speaking right into her ear. She turned to watch as he caught the book just before it hit the ground, heart pounding in her chest. The lighting in the library was low, signaling the late hour. She took a cautious step back as he straightened, eyes resting on her as he reached behind her to slide the book back into place just above her head. His hand remained there, trapping her as his gaze did not waver, a look in his eyes that terrified her.

"Crucifixes don't do anything either."

Hermione couldn't speak, her words caught in her throat as she came to the frightening revelation that she was alone with him for the first time since she found out what he was. His eyes finally moved, only to look over her frame at an excruciatingly slow pace. When his eyes met hers again, he smirked.

"You're trembling," he noted, tilting his head in the most non threatening way. "Is it from fear? Or anticipation?"

Hermione finally found her voice.

"Anticipation? What could I possibly have to anticipate?"

He stepped closer, crowding her against the books, and something in her, something she didn't know was still there, reacted to it. He inhaled, a long deep sound as his nose hovered just above the crook of her neck. It was so quiet, Hermione was sure she could hear a pin drop. He was so close that she could feel the body heat emanating from him, yet so far. He wasn't even touching her. They remained like that for a painful amount of time, just standing there and basking in one another. It felt like ages before he finally spoke, and when he did, her blood froze.

"I did say I was going to keep you...did I not?"

She turned her head, so sharp and so fast that her nose bumped against his. Her heart rate skyrocketed, and if the fluttering of Draco's eyelashes were any indication, he could hear it.

"I love that sound," he whispered, confirming her suspicions.

"What do you want?" she quietly asked, almost afraid of the answer.

He backed away with a secretive smile on his lips as he hummed, hands clasped behind his back. He paused at the table beside him and slowly reached out to run his finger along it. He made a face at the dust he found there.

"When I first came to your lovely school, I just wanted a bit of fun. Supple guys and gals with energetic hearts and overzealous smiles ripe for the picking. I planned to have a field day, to leave my mark and disappear with the memory of their blood on my lips. I wasn't planning to stay for long..."

He had begun taking slow but sure steps along the aisle, eyes and hands trailing over the books. He had paused, now, eyes resting on her as a heavy gleam danced along his irises.

"...but you happened. You were wary of me from the very first moment we met. It was...exciting to say the least. It was so..."

He walked towards her then.

"...invigorating to know that you didn't trust me in the slightest. You were practically watching my every move," he chuckled. "I had everyone fooled...everyone but you."

Hermione braced herself as he neared her. He finally touched her then, his hand coming up to trail a finger along her temple and down her cheek. He hummed as the blood rushed to there, warming his finger.

"It made the conquest all that much sweeter...but it wasn't enough."

Hermione swallowed as a familiar darkness slipped into his gaze, and heat traveled through her frame. He closed his eyes and inhaled again, and his smile grew.

"Oh, you want me," he breathed.

"I-!"

"I can smell it," he cut her off, eyes flying open.

She felt her face heat up as the implications of what he meant fully sank in. She couldn't hold his gaze.

"...but I can see you're going to be difficult."

She hesitantly raised her eyes to meet his, and what a mistake that was. His lips were on hers before she understood what was happening. They were forceful and rough, but slow. He took his time kissing her, and a part of her appreciated that, because if she were being honest with herself, she wanted to savor it. She didn't know if it was the danger, or if it was some kind of influence on his part, but goosebumps erupted over her flesh as pleasure began to bubble within her.

He pulled away just the slightest, only to dive back in, but this time it wasn't her lips that he was hungry for.

Hermione was not able to stop the moan that escaped her when his sharp teeth nipped against her skin. Blood rose past the surface, coating her bottom lip like lipstick, and he was bringing it into his mouth. Her hands reached out then, fisting his shirt. She didn't know if she wanted to push him away, or pull him closer. He tilted her head back as he drank from her lips, and she felt wetness skip down the side of her face as some escaped his hungry assault. When he was done, she felt light headed, but his arms prevented her from falling.

"You can't fight me. You have no power to stop me from doing whatever I want to anyone in this school...in case you got any ideas into your head while I gave you time to come to terms with what I am..."

She nervously swallowed as he spoke.

"You want me, that much is obvious, and I could easily make you...compliant," he continued, his voice dropping and causing her heart to skip a beat.

He suddenly sighed as if the weight of the world was on his shoulders. He reached up to brush her unruly hair off of her shoulder, his gaze thoughtful as he looked down at her, fair hair falling into his bright eyes.

"...but where is the fun in that? This Friday, I'll be taking my leave. I don't know where I'll be going just yet, but I want you to come with me."

Her eyes widened as she reared back.

"What?"

"I want you to come of your own accord. This Friday, you'll be leaving with me, or...I will be moved to force your hand."

Hermione was speechless.

"...and despite what you might like to believe, I actually don't want to do that. It'll just draw unnecessary attention and questions. Do you understand what I'm getting at?"

Hermione clenched her jaw as she imagined Harry or Ron mangled and bloody, Draco Malfoy's grinning form standing over them. He kissed her then, so swiftly and softly that she thought she might have imagined it. He stepped away, hovering just in front of the darkness behind him.

"Don't make me do something neither one of us want."

And then he was gone.

Friday came much faster than Hermione would have liked. The days in between were spent scheming and desperately trying to come up with something, anything, to stop him. However, he was right. She had no power against him. No weakness of his to exploit. The day before, she'd woken up to find the word 'midnight' scrawled along her mirror in a red substance that she fought to convince herself was not blood.

Midnight on the dot found her approaching the courtyard, the moonlight lighting her path. There he stood in all of his dark glory, a black ensemble garbing his frame. He didn't turn when she approached, but he knew that she knew he was aware of her presence. He inhaled, a satisfied hum escaping him as his shoulders sagged.

"I have a proposition...," she suddenly said.

He slowly turned to finally face her, eyebrow raised as he regarded her. She swallowed, clinging to her last ditch effort.

"You like to play games right? You like the chase...? The thrill?"

Draco chuckled then, stepping towards her as he waved his finger with a 'tsking' sound.

"That isn't part of the plan..."

She ignored him and looked around.

"I know this school like the back of my hand. It's a second home to me. I know all of its nooks and crannies..," she rested her eyes on him "...and hideaways."

He smirked, reaching out to pull her closer by the back of her neck.

"I'm listening..."

"If I win the game, you leave and you never come back."

"How saddening...," he pouted.

Their gazes never broke.

"If you win...I'll come with you, no fight, no fuss. I'm yours...in every single way," she proposed.

He straightened, eyes practically glowing with a savage hunger at the thought as he looked down his nose at her.

"...terms?"

His voice was husky, thick with desire.

"You give me 30 minutes to hide anywhere on these grounds, and I give you 30 minutes to find me."

He reached down, lifting her wrist to bring her watch into view.

"Looks like your time started 7 seconds ago," he purred.

She swallowed and backed away, eyes never leaving his until she disappeared around the corner and took off through the castle. She hadn't lied when she said she knew Hogwarts like the back of her hand. She'd never stated that she had to stay in one hiding spot the entire time, and as the minutes ticked on, she found herself moving further and further to the other end of the grounds. She didn't trust Draco to not use his senses to find her, and that was how she eventually found herself hiding in the lake.

She waded in the far end near the trees, ready to duck down at a moment's notice. It was cold, and Hermione was certain she'd get hypothermia, but as long as she lived to tell the tale, she didn't care. She was going to do what it took to make sure he didn't find her in time. Several more minutes passed before she decided to make her way into the trees. She glanced at her watch, heart stuttering when she saw there was only three minutes left.

She debated on whether to stay put, or to run in an attempt to drag out the time and possible distance between them.

It wasn't needed.

She gasped when a hand curled its way around her throat, yanking her back into a firm chest. She was frozen, a part of her fearful of what was next, and another part of her...relieved. He hummed, the vibrations from his chest seeping into her back as he did so. His other hand gripped her waist, the fingers digging into her flesh.

"Looks like I've caught you...with one minute to spare," he whispered, lips brushing against her ear.

His grip on her throat tightened just the slightest, and Hermione finally moved, reaching up to grip his hand.

"Do you remember that night, Hermione?"

Of course she did. There was no way she'd forget it, and he knew that.

"Do you remember what it felt like to have both my teeth and my cock sink into you? Do you remember the absolute pleasure I gave you?"

She shuddered, unable to nod due to his grip.

"Remember the way I sang in between your legs, how they parted for me? You've never known bliss like that...not until me," he stated.

It didn't need to be confirmed by her. They both knew it was true. He tilted her head, and she dug her nails into his hand as his teeth grazed the skin of her neck.

"I will drag you to heaven and back every night for the rest of my existence. I'll show you pleasures your human mind cannot even comprehend. For the rest of eternity, you'll want for nothing."

He yanked her hips back until she was firmly pressed against him. His lips brushed against her neck in the sweetest kiss before he whispered:

"You'll just have to die first."

There was no time for any noise to escape her as he dove into her neck.

Happy Spooky Season!