Thread: Harry Potter and What Really Happened After Voldemort (solvaris & darkangel76)

Ron's face went as red as his hair when Hermione called him out on his anger. She knew him too well. He clenched his jaw, and turned to give Neville a I-hate-when-she-does-that look. Neville returned Ron's look with a brief sheepish smile but he turned back to look at Luna. Even from this distance, he could tell she was looking at him rather than Ron. It felt odd to Neville to have drawn attention from such an eccentric woman. He liked and disliked it at the same time. What would Gran say if he brought Luna back to his house to meet her? Neville blushed at the thought. Gran would probably be thrilled with any girl giving attention to Neville. Both Ron and Neville were clutching their wands nervously, ready to jump in if they were needed. Death Eaters might be showing up any second. As much as the Death Eaters might want to end the Malfoy family, they would surely want all of these members of the DA dead as well. They were practically members of the Order of the Phoenix too. But as tense as they were about Death Eaters showing up, it was nothing compared to the decision they had made about asking Draco for help in finding Harry. There was no way he would agree to such a thing. Ron imagined Stupifying Draco right between the eyes as soon as he showed his pale face. Neville wasn't having as hard of a time as Ron. He just kept remembering how Harry had told him that he was worth twelve of Draco. And so both of them sat silently as the girls reached the door. Ginny's knock echoed throughout the mansion. The faint unexpected sound reached Draco's ears and he opened his eyes. Who could that be? he wondered aloud. Despite the darkness, Draco made his way down the stairs within seconds, stopping himself short feet from the door. A streak of light stretched across the floor from beneath the doorway. It was obviously wand light. Draco closed his eyes and inhaled a slow deep breath. He tilted his head to the side, his expression becoming one of confusion. He breathed in again. He could smell all five of the Hogwarts students outside. Ginny and Ron both smelled of their little hovel they called their home, but Ron's scent had some of his owl Pigwigeon and Ginny's scent was mixed with a nice perfume. Hermione smelled like toothpaste and her ginger cat. Luna's scent was a cocktail of many odd smells he couldn't fathom a culmination of all the oddities she surrounded herself with in her home. Nonetheless, her smell was familiar. And lastly, there was poor Neville who smelled of his grandmother and of St. Mungo's Hospital. Draco smiled bitterly at his own enhanced senses. The world would never be dark again, his speed was astounding, and he could accurately sniff out who had arrived at his doorstep. But his smile would give away his secret. His top two canine teeth were elongated into fangs. He was a creature of the night now, and he would forever thirst for blood. He tongued his left fang, his face changing from confused to thoughtful. He'd wanted to suck Ginny's and Hermione's blood ever since he had become a vampire a year ago. He could probably take at least one of them by force if he truly wanted to, but he doubted he would like the events that would follow. All of them were quite skilled in the Dark Arts thanks to that Potter...speaking of which- Draco breathed in a third time. Potter wasn't with them... Curious... he whispered. Draco drew out his wand and flicked it towards the door muttering Alohomora to unlock it. The protective enchantments drew back like curtains from a window, allowing any who wished to enter inside. He turned away from the door as though unlocking it was enough of an invitation and walked to the living room, taking a seat in one of his many plush couches. He needed to compose himself if he was to resist his lust for blood. He willed his fangs to contract, making them look like normal teeth, if not a little pointier than usual.