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BloodLust Part One: Blood Moon by onyx_rose

Format: Short story
Chapters: 4
Word Count: 8,599
Status: WIP

Rating: Mature
Warnings: Strong Language, Strong Violence, Scenes of a Sexual Nature,

Genres: Horror/Dark, Mystery, Romance
Characters: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Lupin, Tonks, Draco, Pansy, Blaise (M), OC
Pairings: Draco/Hermione, Harry/Ginny, Remus/Tonks, Ron/Lavender, Hermione/OC

First Published: 05/26/2007
Last Chapter: 07/27/2007
Last Updated: 07/27/2007

"There are more things in heaven and earth...than are dreamt of in your philosophy." ~Hamlet by William Shakespeare
An evil plan (to its creator, a game), two players in that game, and of course a little bit of lust. But lust can be very dangerous...especially if it's a lust for blood.

Chapter 2: CHAPTER TWO: Tantalizing and Showing Emotions

CHAPTER TWO: Tantalizing and Emotions

Hermione ate her dinner in silence, grabbing mostly meats. Harry and Ron looked at her oddly, and she glared right back at them. The sun had barely begun to set when she went to her bedroom. After moonrise, however, Hermione began to feel a bit odd. She felt her newly heightened senses heighten even more, and her chocolate eyes turned a shade of topaz, and her pupils dilated. She felt her body grow rigid and she had no clue what was coming. She fell to her knees, and her body began to shake. She felt chills coming on. She threw up on her hardwood floor. She felt like she had the flu, and she managed to reach her bed. She pulled the covers tight over her face, and she tossed and turned all night long. Sometime about midnight, she broke out in a cold sweat.


She woke the next morning still feeling a bit peaky. She checked her mirror, and she was paler than she had ever seen herself. She ran her hand through her hair, and took a long hot shower. She went down into the Common Room to relax before breakfast. She made herself a cup of hot cocoa and snuggled down into the soft couch. Her cocoa did the trick and she had just begun to relax when she smelled him.

She had no clue why he affected her so. But just the smell of him; he smelled like food to her. It was about to drive her crazy.

He didn’t see her sitting on the couch, but he knew she was there because of the way her blood smelled. He could sort of feel her heartbeat resound in the room, and the smell of her blood…he had never smelled anything so tantalizing. She looked like she smelled, too. But she smelled different today. Her blood still smelled like honey and chocolate, but there was more of that bitter scent. He identified it as a rose. And when he pictured that rose, he saw it as black. He headed silently to the kitchen, only vaguely aware that he had been standing there inhaling her scent for five minutes.

Hermione stiffened as he walked past her to an armchair in front of the fire. She took her cup to the kitchen and left the common room, suddenly feeling very queasy. She headed to her first class and took a seat. By the time the rest of the class filed in, she began to feel the effects of not having had breakfast. And everyone in that cramped classroom smelled like food.

Harry and Ron sat beside her as usual. Harry smelled absolutely delectable. Ron smelled bittersweet, and not at all appetizing. She smelled Professor Flitwick, and she somehow managed to smell Malfoy from all the way across the room. His electric blue eyes looked up at her, and a look of shock crossed his face. He had smelled her from all the way across the room as well.

He was vaguely paying attention to Flitwick’s lesson. His mind began to wander and he kept stealing glances at her all through the lesson. Then the bell rang, sharply pulling him out of his reverie.

The day passed slowly, each minute feeling like an hour to both Hermione and Draco. Hermione headed up to the common room alone after dinner. She went up to her room and sat down on her bed. As soon as the moon rose, she felt that sick feeling again, and snuggled under her covers to ride it out.


Draco sat by himself at the top of the Astronomy Tower. The wind ruffled his hair lightly, and he shifted on his perch. He gazed up at the stars as the wind picked up, blowing his robes around him like he was some other-worldly god. He swung his leg back and forth in the air beside his little piece of stone that jutted out from the roof. He looked up at the moon. It would be full the next night. He immediately thought of Hermione and the way she had been acting. ‘‘Odd’ doesn’t even begin to cover it,’ he thought. He sighed and pushed himself up on the stone outcropping. Then he jumped.

Air rushed up past him as he fell. He felt his stomach fall somewhat with that familiar excitement; this was just like flying. His robes and hair were flying in all directions. Then he landed cat-like on the ground beside the castle: knees bent and one hand on the ground. He stood up and brushed himself off. He started his nightly moonlit stroll around the grounds and into the Dark Forest. After all, vampires don’t need to sleep.


Hermione awoke the next morning feeling worse than she had the day before. She groaned and decided to stay in bed for the day. Her nose felt stuffy, but every scent in her room seemed heightened. She could her every noise inside the part of the castle she was at and outside as well. Birds were chirping, the lake lapping against the shore, footsteps in the hall outside the portrait entrance to the Heads’ Common Room, and the fire crackling in the fireplace were so intense she decided to give up on sleep. She stood up off of the bed and walked to the common room. She stiffened when she smelled him. She shook herself and concentrated on breathing through her mouth; that only made it worse.

She made herself a cup of tea and a piece of toast. She sat down on the sofa beside him and stretched her legs across the empty cushion in between them. He raised his eyebrow and she curled her lip at him. He smirked.

“You look absolutely horrible,” he laughed at her appearance. He, of course, looked like some sort of Prince Charming out of a fairy tale.

“Yeah, well, you would too, if you felt as bad as I did.” She looked over at him; he looked like he was tired. There were dark circles under his eyes and his normally bright blue eyes were now almost midnight blue. He looked startled for a second.

“What?” she asked.

“We are having a civilized exchange. Well, let’s put an end to this, shall we, before the entire world goes mad.” He stood up and walked up the stairs to his room. He watched her take a sip of her tea and he turned around. He had almost killed her right then and there. She smelled so delicious it was hard to keep the monster in him under control. He flopped down on the edge of his bed. He buried his face into his hands. He had to gain her trust, and wait for the perfect moment to kill her.

Hermione looked down at her hands and into her tea. She saw a young girl who looked tired, sick and confused. She suddenly felt the wave of grief that had never seemed big before wash over her like a tsunami. She suddenly grieved for her parents. Her first summer without them; her first (and final) school year without them. They wouldn’t see her graduate. They wouldn’t be able to give her advice any more. A single tear slid down her cheek and into her tea. This year, she couldn’t go to Dumbledore or her parents for advice because all of them were dead. She had no idea why she was feeling so odd lately. She began to sob uncontrollably, and her hands shook as her teacup fell to the floor in a tinkling crash.

She ran up to her room and sat down on her bed to cry. She pulled out some parchment. There were only two women in her life she felt she could talk to any more and one man. She began to write a letter.

Dear Remus and Tonks,

I don’t know what’s happening any more. I miss my mum and dad. I can’t talk to them any more and something’s happening to me. Let me start at the beginning:

Nearly two weeks ago, I was in the Weasley’s back field. I don’t know why I went back there; I guess I just felt like I could relax and cry about mum and dad. But I heard a rustling in the grass and this big hairy thing lunged at me, and I don’t know why, but I darted out of its way; it barely missed me. I think it might have been a werewolf, because I know it bit me, and now I feel like I have the flu. Please write back; I feel like I have the flu the past two days, and tomorrow is the next full moon. I’m really scared.

Love from Hermione

She went up to the owlery and posted the letter. Then she headed back to the common room to sleep.


Remus Lupin sat on his sofa reading the Daily Prophet. His fiancée, Tonks, was in the kitchen, burning what smelled like pancakes and bacon. He smiled as the smoke alarm she had installed went off.

“It’s alright; I’ve got it,” she said, but she didn’t sound so sure. He grinned even bigger but his smile faltered because tonight she had to leave because he transformed tomorrow. He sighed. Ever since Snape had killed Dumbledore, he had had it rough every full moon. Tonks had to leave; whereas before, she could stay and pet him like a doggie because he had taken the potion that enabled him to be tame.

He stood up and walked into his small kitchen. He wrapped his strong arms around her waist and she grinned up at him. Her hair was a curly blonde, and his dirty blonde hair brushed against her cheek as he bent down to kiss her.

“Ugh, Remus, you really need to shave,” she said, giggling. He rubbed his tan hands over his face.

“I don’t think so. I think I’m going to try and go for a more rustic look,” he joked.

“How can you possibly be more rustic when you spend your nights in the woods every full moon?” she teased as he grinned. He took over the spatula and frying pan while she sat at the dining table. A large barn owl tapped on their window.

“Isn’t that one of the school owls?” she asked. “Harry!” they both exclaimed in unison. “Dear God, Voldemort hasn’t attacked Hogwarts, has he?” she asked worriedly.

He ushered the owl in and untied the letter from its leg.

“It’s from Hermione!” he said surprised. He read it, and his normally cheerful face clouded with worry.

“What’s wrong?” she asked peering over his shoulder.

“I’ve got to go,” he stated simply.

“Is Hogwarts under attack?”

“No, it’s worse. Much, much worse. Hermione has been turned into a werewolf.”

Tonks’ face paled with worry and horror.

“Is she going to be okay?”

“I don’t know, but I’m afraid Hermione’s been bitten by Fenrir. I’m going down there to see what I can do.”

“Does anyone else know?”

“No,” he said. “Who could she tell that wouldn’t want to kill her?” He grabbed his coat and apparated to Hogsmeade.

A/N: A nice long chappie. I was disappointed with the first one’s length, so I made this one nice and long (and at eleven o’clock at night and a bit of thunder, it was easy to make it darker.) So a little bit of Tonks and Remus finally showed up. I couldn’t stop writing, so as always, hope you liked it, and read and review. Laters. p.s. how did you like Draco's little secret spot, eh?