"Hermione, be reasonable." Duratia said. She sat infront of her vanity. Her hair was being brushed, by itself. The brush, as if held by invisible fingers, was moving up and down her beautiful hair.
"Please," Hermione said, her eyes got big and helpless, as pitiful as she could make them. "I just want to see them again."
She needed to go back, to help Harry. To help Ron. They were both probably worried sick. Along with her parents. And the rest of her friends. The whole wizarding world was probably on the look out for her. Everyone except the Malfoys, probably.
"But, Hermione," Duratia interrupted her thoughts, "there are intricate rules that all vampires must follow." She turned, and as she did, the brush flew to the vanity, and set itself down. Then, the barrets picked themselves up, and stragically placed themselves into her hair.
"I know," Hermione said. She lifted her polished hand, and ticked off as she spoke the rules aloud. "No vampire in England is allowed to kill a human unless it is in self defence." She placed down her index finger. "No vampire is allowed to make themselves know to non-magical people." Her middle finger went down. "No vampire may physically challenge the Master of England unless they themselves prove to be worthy of the throne." Finally she placed down her pinky. "No vampire may make contact with their old life without approval of the VampyreCourt." She sighed.
"Exactly." Duratia replied. "Now, get ready. We have company." She turned back to the vanity, dismissing her.
How could Duratia just dismiss her? Her? Her heir? Hermione growled. Her eyes glowed red. Then, she allowed her power to pound Duratia's back.
Duratia turned, so suddenly, that Hermione didn't see it.
Hermione found herself on her back. It felt as if someones hand was on her throat, breaking her jugular. She gasped for words. She had no need for air, but, air is what caused her to be able to speak.
"Don't test me, Hermione." Duratia was standing. She towered over Hermione's now crumpling form. Her eyes were a dangerous black. Her fangs were out. She was angery. "You are not old enough, nor strong enough. And, right now, you are acting too stupid for you own damn good." She let Hermione go. "Now, get your ass up!" Hermione flew to her feet so suddenly, she almost lost her balance. "And go get fucking ready!"
The door behind her flew open, and Hermione flew out.
Landing on her back, she growled. She would just have to appeal her case to the Court.
He was so handsome. She didn't need a reason to talk to him. He was too handsome.
He kissed her. She didn't even know his name. But, he thought she was beautiful enough to kiss. So, she kissed back.
He rubbed his hands down her back. They were cold, but she didn't notice. She didn't care.
His lips were on her shoulder. They were warm.
He open mouth kissed her neck. It felt good.
But, then, there was pain...
Hermione opened her eyes. She looked nice. She shook her head of the memory. She was a vampire now. That pain was only fleeting.
And yet, she would never forget the day she was changed. Changed by Duratia. Cursed by Ash. Either die, or be reborn. That had been her fate that night.
She stared into the mirror.
Her hair was swept out of her face, with a rose in it.
She wore a blood red v-neck dress. Her skirt hitting just below her behind. Her shoes were stiletto's, pure black. Her skin was creamy. Her face was nice. She was a pale beauty, now.
She walked downstairs. Her blood mother awaited. With open arms, infront of the giant crowed, Duratia greeted her blood daughter.
I hope you never try that again, Hermione, Duratia's voice echoed into her head.
I won't, Hermione replied, I've learned my lesson. They turned to the crowed. "Welcome, my successor. Hermione. You are my heir."
There was a rustle in the crowed.
"Come, and greet the next Master of England." Duratia said.
One by one, the vampires greeted her.
Suddenly, the doors to the hall opened. And in stepped Draco Malfoy.
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