Disclaimer: Characters belong to JK Rowling. Vampires belong to . . . whoever wants to own them. The plot belongs to me ;)
Ginny did not expect it to be so cold outside. She should've known, of course, because it was the middle of January and the lake had practically been frozen over for the past month. But with her cheeks wet from tears, no cloak, and the rapidly disappearing sun made it seem much more frigid than the pervious temperatures.
She remembered what had happened the night before. Reaching up to feel her neck, she found that it was perfectly smooth – unscarred by any teeth marks. Yet she knew it had really happened – she knew she was dead. The cold did not bother her. In fact, it felt like normal and was almost comforting. Her skin was so pale even her freckles were nearly invisible, and no blood coursed through her body. Her heart did not move; it lay dormant inside her chest, of no use whatsoever to her.
She was a vampire.
The realization brought nothing but the feeling of power and invincibility. Her attitude on everything had changed since the previous evening. Instead of feeling too tall, too freckly, too ugly, she felt the exact opposite. She felt beautiful, capable of making any man swoon for her. No guy could resist her charms – no man could resist a vampire temptress.
Her lips curved into a smile. Time to tempt some poor fool, she thought, and began heading back to the castle.
Harry was to be her fool. The idiot! To think that he was going to choose some stupid teenager over her? Over her, who had suddenly changed from an insecure girl to a curvy woman overnight? Who knew the ways of seduction, who did not doubt herself the least bit, who could control any man's desires?
He's mine, she thought, licking her lips in anticipation. I'll make him want me – and then I'll kill him.
There was something else besides the feeling of power deep inside her. And that was thirst. The thirst for warm, thick blood – a thirst that would only be satisfied after she had drank that of a human. She nearly laughed out loud in sheer happiness at the thought that she would get what she wanted last night and what she wanted know – Harry looking lustfully at her, and then his blood.
Staring down at herself, she realized that her outfit was way too conservative. She needed something more – revealing. Taking off her robes, she used her wand to give her clothes a much sexier look. Then she put her robes back on, not wanting anyone but Harry to see what she was wearing.
Ginny sauntered back into the castle. It was breakfast – everyone was in the Great Hall. She walked in, and felt as if every male eye had turned to her – including the professors. She gave her sexiest smile and swung her hips as she walked over to the Gryffindor table.
She tapped Harry on the shoulder. "May we talk?" she asked pleasantly.
"Ginny! Where did you go last night? I didn't see you and assumed you had gone to bed," Ron said, obviously the only one immune to her charms. Which was just fine with her – she did not want to seduce her brother.
She smiled softly at him. "I'm fine. Now, Harry, if you please?"
He stared up at her and nodded wordlessly. As he stood up and she turned to leave, she allowed herself a small victory grin. Oh yes, the look of desire had been in his eyes. He was beginning to notice that she wasn't what he thought she was.
Something was different about Ginny. Harry could tell. It wasn't just the way she walked, even though it did even cause Professor Dumbledore to look in her direction. And it wasn't only the low, husky voice she was talking in. It was how she looked.
If she had looked this good the whole time, then Harry would not have written Cho back agreeing to see her again. He would've told her to get lost, that he already had a girlfriend. So he knew something was different about her face and her body. She seemed to have aged into a woman overnight.
His heart pounding wildly, he followed her out into the hall. "Where are we going?" he asked. He commended himself on keeping his voice from calm.
"Somewhere private," she said, glancing back at him with her lips curved in a smile that had his blood rushing faster.
What was she doing to him? When had she become so irresistible?
Ginny led him to an abandoned classroom. She shut the door firmly behind them, locked it, and immediately turned back to Harry.
"I would like to talk with you," she whispered, using that tone that was driving him wild.
Why talk? he thought, but nodded anyway. She stepped by him and crossed the room to sit on the teacher's desk. Her legs crossed, a part of her robe fell to the side and revealed one long, creamy white leg. He began to feel a little warm and tried to control himself.
She leaned back on her hands and swung her bare leg. "Are you still with Cho?" She pouted her lips.
"No," he answered before he could even think of the question. Just the look on her face, like she would burst out crying if he said yes to whatever she said, had made him say what she wanted to hear.
"That's good," she said softly.
"W-why?" he sputtered.
She smiled seductively and leaned forward. She spread her legs wide and whispered, "Come here."
He couldn't have stayed where he was even if he'd wanted to. He hurried to stand in front of her.
Ginny's face was radiant. Harry noticed that she was paler than usual, and her freckles seemed to be gone, and her wide brown eyes seemed colder and less innocent than he was used to, but none of it mattered. With the cascade of wavy, thick, silky red hair falling around her beautiful face, he could only think of one thing. And that was pressing his lips against hers and kissing her so hard it'd take her breath away.
She reached and grabbed the waist of his jeans, pulling up even closer until he was pressed against the desk. Oh, God, what's she doing to me? he wondered, his head swimming. It took all of his strength to keep his arms limply at his sides and not grab her.
Her hands wrapped around the back of his head and she pulled his ear down to her mouth. "It's good because now you're all mine," she whispered. Abruptly, without warning, she twisted his face around almost cruelly and kissed him.
It was somewhat of a shock. He had always been thinking that he would be the one to kiss her. And he had thought her lips would be warm and soft. But it was the opposite – they were cold and tight.
But just being close to her made him ignore that little fact. He kissed her back just as fiercely, hands gripping her upper arms. He felt something slide around his waist and realized she had wrapped her legs around him.
So many things went through Harry's head at that point. He wanted her like he had never wanted anyone in his life. How could he have ignored her before? He could have experienced this many times before if only he had acknowledged her.
He leaned so far into the kiss he began to push her back onto the top of the desk. His hands were everywhere – traveling over her smooth, but cold, skin and under her robes. She was still holding his head, running her fingers through his hair and kissing him so hard his lips actually felt bruised.
Harry pulled away, the pain of his mouth finally getting to him. He had thought he would just turn and walk out, but when she straightened and saw her lying down below him, her legs still wrapped around him, all images of leaving flew out of his brain. Her eyes were sparkling mischievously, inviting him to kiss her again. The invitation was too hard to resist, yet he managed.
Because first he had to get her robes off.
He set to work, half thinking she would stop him. But when he had trouble with one fastening, she shoved his hand away and undid it herself, as if impatient. When he finally got them open, he stared down in awe at her clothes. What sort of person wore tight shirts and short shorts in the middle of the winter?
Yet they suited her perfectly, showing every curve and only making him want her more, if that was possible. Harry started to lean down and kiss her again, actually wanting her to kiss him so hard it hurt, but she sat up quickly before he could.
Her arms wrapped firmly around his neck, she brought her mouth to his ear once more. "Harry," she said, no more than a sigh. "Do you want me?"
"Yes," he croaked.
"Good."
She pulled her head back and grinned. Some of his desire edged away when he saw two of her teeth were pointed. What . . .?
She lowered her face to his throat. He felt a shock of pain, and cried out.
Ginny was smiling, her fangs buried deep into his neck, as she drank his blood. She had never tasted anything sweeter, anything more satisfying.
Pity I have to kill you, she thought, feeling Harry go weak in her arms. We could have been so wonderful together . . .
A/N: Yes, I killed Harry. I'm sorry. But all flames will be used to start a bonfire in my backyard and roast marshmallows. On the bright side, with Harry dead, that means Ginny's free to make Draco her vampire lover! Woo-hoo!
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