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

Hermione's question of What should we do first? brought another smile to Ron's face. He pointedly stared at Neville and Luna leaving. Once they were gone, he turned to Hermione and whispered. What we do first is find somewhere comfortable and private enough to snog until Malfoy gets back....like a bed. He raised his eyebrows a few times to suggest more than just snogging and to be funny at the same time. Ron usually wasn't so forward about getting down and dirty with Hermione, but the relationship was still new. They haven't had the opportunity to go further than snogging yet. Plus, the idea of defiling Draco's noble household was somewhat appealing. He had an image of Draco's father coming home to find that his bed had been used for sex. It would be a small form of vengeance in their little family feud. Neville let Luna tug him away from the others. Normally, dungeons wouldn't sound so appealing, but the dungeons of a mansion should be safer than the dungeons of a school right? They'd probably just find some pricey artwork and suits of armor. Neville wanted to cool down, and with the dungeons being below ground level, they would be the ideal place to do that. Though Neville wondered if Luna's eagerness to explore the dungeons meant she might try to make a move on him. He could never tell what Luna was thinking. Maybe she thought some non-existent creatures lived in dungeons. Either way, Neville would accompany her and make sure the place was safe. After all, a mansion like this might have some secret passages. Draco could come back at any time and try to attack them down there. So Nevile lit his wand with a Lumos! and said I'll go first Luna as they descended the steps into the dungeons. Draco watched the Weasley girl intently as she walked around his room, looking out the window, finding his blood covered robes. He could see that her heartbeat was irregular. It was faster than normal because she was exploring a dark unknown place, but it sped up even more when she found the blood. Such a frightened little lamb she was... Draco found that he was slowly edging closer to her, entranced by her heartbeat. The beat of her heart was like a lovely melody. He knew that if he frightened her, the beat would quicken even more, such a lovely song...provoking a dance of death. Draco longed to hear that song...longed to sink his teeth into her flesh and feel the gush of blood in his mouth, spurts of blood that matched the rhythm of the song... He blinked and stopped himself. He had just fed! Why was he hungry for more blood? Draco backed away, disgusted by the monster he had become. It made him angry. He wished it had never happened wished he had never been bitten. That anger added to his anger that this blood-traitor brat was invading his personal space. This was his bedroom! She had no right to be in here! Draco finally revealed himself, walking into the moonlight of his window, his pale skin reflecting the light, making the room seem brighter. Since he had become a vampire, Draco's chest had some muscle to it now. It was hairless and smooth, but the moonlight caught the curves of his muscles, making them stand out. He glared at Ginny, malice dancing in his eyes. What do you think you're doing Weasley? Once again, the word Weasley revealed his fangs. Rage seeped into his next words. Why are you in my room?