She looked so very peaceful with her hair sprawled on the pillow like a chocolate halo. Rose watched her breathe, her chest gently rising and falling. Her breathing would soon be cut short… one way or the other.

….

There was someone in the room. She didn't know who it was, but the presence was small and it was watching her. Of that she was certain. She maintained her steady breathing to dissuade the one watching from thinking she was awake.

She heard a small step and gasped as something was put over her mouth. She struggled for breath and found that her head was spinning as she inhales the sickly sweet scent of ether. She opened her eyes to see Rose, but the face she wore was not malevolent or sinister. Hermione found herself wondering why there were tears trembling on the girls lower lashes as she let herself float away into the darkness.

….

Draco stretched as he felt the call of the darkness. The sun was set and it was time to awake and greet the night. His nose twitched as he felt a twinge of hunger in his stomach. Time to feed.

He walked to the kitchen and laughed to himself as the elves shied away from him in fear of his iron clad boots, which he was not afraid of using to convince them to work faster. He glanced around the room and wrinkled his nose. He didn't want bottled fare to eat today, no he wanted fresh nourishment. He smiled as he thought of where this nourishment could be found.

He idly wondered if Hermione was awake and then shrugged, he was getting far to attached to this mortal. If she was to be his queen, well, she wouldn't be able to hide behind her mortal cloak for long.

He smirked as the night air greeted him, stepping outside the castle silently. Fangs bared, he lifted his face to moon. Time to hunt.

He smiled as he watched his prey of choice. There she was, nestled safely in the comfort of her satin clad bed. He almost laughed, imagine the mortals thinking a locked window would dissuade vampyres from their wishes.

He could almost smell the intoxicating scent of her blood, warm blood spilt from her neck. He softly caressed one of his fangs with his tongue and leapt to her window frame, smirking as the lock relinquished its hold and he could simply step into the room and take it prize. It was almost too easy.

He softly stroked her cheek before he lightly gripped her chin. Her eyelashes fluttered and he murmured to her, "Shh, tis only a dream."

She froze and her eyes slowly opened as he drove his teeth into the ivory flesh of her neck. Her scream caught in her throat as his hand closed around it, muffling her cry. He drank swiftly and deeply, pulling away as her eyes began to glaze.

He removed his mouth from her flesh and blew gently on the crescent shaped wounds, watching them heal without a trace to mar her delicate skin. She sighed softly as sleep claimed her once again.

He stepped lightly to the window and exhaled softly. The only thing that had stopped him from taking the last, sweetest mouthful of her life blood was Hermione and her damned distaste for death. She was making him soft.

…

She gasped for air as she woke, and found that the air she breathed was stale. Coughing, she twisted to her side and retched. She opened her eyes and stared blankly at the stone floor, at the iron chain leading from her wrist to the wall. Her fingers clenched and she cried out as they gripped wetness and moss.

She pushed herself up and gave a futile tug to the chain, it went taunt but refused to surrender its prey. Her white nightdress was now torn and dirty and she hugged her knees to receive warmth as she looked around the cell she was in.

She saw a shadow move in the corner and she leapt towards it, falling back with a cry as the chain refused to let her go that far.

"Who are you?" She asked in a hoarse voice.

The shadow came to the light and she saw that it was Rose, " Why are you doing this?"

Rose opened her mouth then closed it again. She said only, "I'm sorry" before she slipped through the bars, locking the door behind her. She gave one last look to Hermione before she walked away.

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A/N I know, I haven't written for ages but I have been in writers block, but I am back and ready with some new ideas!