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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 3: CHAPTER THREE: Dark Intentions

CHAPTER THREE: Dark Intentions

A/N: Okay, this might be a little confusing even though it’s morning it’s still night, which is the reason a person says ‘it will happen tonight’ dun dun dun. Okay? Okay. Glad I could clear that up for ya. Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot, a few pennies, my soul and a cell phone. And my OC’s. Those are mine. Lotsa action here. Oh, yeah, and Draco doesn’t have sensitivity to sunlight. For previous/later ch.s!

In a dank and dreary old manor in a small town in Ireland, a creature neither a man or a beast and neither living nor dead sat talking to a brutal and fierce looking man with pointed teeth.

“I trust you’ve bitten the girl, Fenrir,” the thing hissed in a snake-like voice.

“Yes, Master, I did exactly as you said. She will begin her transformation tonight.”

“Good, good. Excellent. I don’t trust Malfoy with the job; the coward couldn’t even kill Dumbledore. But, if he carries out his part of the job, then my plan will be set into motion. The only thing now is to wait for her to bite him and for him to bite her. Watch over them. Do not fail me, for the consequences will be severe.”

“Yes master,” the man named Fenrir said. He stalked out of the room, like a beast looking for prey.

After he had left, the second man spoke.

“Jedidiah, go with him and make sure he does as he is told. Keep an eye on the girl. Make sure everything goes as planned. I am aware of the fact that werewolves and vampires are natural enemies, but do as I say. No objections!” he added as the man named Jedidiah opened his mouth to protest.

“After all, if Malfoy fails, you will get a taste of our little wolf-girl instead.” At this, Jedidiah grinned wickedly, showing two deadly fangs. He leapt swiftly out the window and ran off into the night, invisible with speed. The man left in the room, Lord Voldemort, cackled madly into the night, while a boy named Harry Potter awoke with a start in his bedroom at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

“Hermione!” he gasped before he passed out cold.


Ronald Weasley awoke with a start. He checked his magical watch his parents had given him; it said ten after three. He looked around for what could have caused such a loud thump and saw Harry lying on the floor, out cold. He grabbed the pitcher of water off of the bedside table and dumped the whole thing on Harry’s head. He awoke slowly and wiped the water off of his face.

“Hermione!” he said. “She’s in trouble! Fenrir bit her! She’s a werewolf. And Malfoy’s something else! Ron, I had this dream, a man named Jedidiah and Fenrir are coming to Hogwarts to keep an eye on Hermione. We’ve got to keep her safe!”

For the first time since his second year when he met Aragog, Ronald Weasley was truly petrified with fear.


Remus Lupin sat in front of the fireplace in Headmistress McGonagall’s office. She listened intently to what he was telling her. When he finished, her face betrayed nothing.

“I will have Professor Slughorn make the potion for her. In the meantime, all we can do is make sure she is safe. After all, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named will more than likely be spying on her, so we must go to any lengths to assure her safety; more so than we would anyone else because she is close to Potter.”

As she finished speaking, Ron and Harry burst through the door to her office, shouting words simultaneously.

“Mister Potter, Mister Weasley! What is the meaning of this?”

“Professor McGonagall, Voldemort has sent Fenrir Greyback and a man named Jedidiah to spy on Hermione!” they both exclaimed.

When they mentioned the name Jedidiah, she seemed to stiffen in her seat, and a flicker of fear flashed across her face.

“Sit down. Tell me what you know.”


Draco Malfoy walked alone through the Dark Forest. He turned around quickly, fangs elongating, when he heard a twig snap behind him. He saw nothing. The near full moon shown through the trees, illuminating the forest in a silvery bath of light; he looked around. Another twig snapped from behind him and he spun around to the direction he was facing before. Trees and bushes greeted him. He snarled in warning. A few leaves fell from the canopy of trees above him and he looked up to see branches bouncing from a release of weight.

“Is that how you greet a family friend?” Fenrir said from behind him. He spun around once more, but the man had disappeared again.

“Over here,” he said to Draco’s left. He turned but nothing except darkness greeted him.

“I don’t enjoy games, Fenrir,” he snarled.

“Oh, but I just love them,” Fenrir said, this time above him. Draco let loose a feral scream of frustration while Fenrir’s evil and airy laughter floated all around him.

“What are you doing here?”

“Keeping an eye on you; master’s orders,” he taunted, this time behind Draco once more. Draco spun around to face the werewolf.

“I hope you are having fun, because when I get done with you-”

“Tsk tsk. You know, I would’ve thought you’d had better manners, being a Malfoy, but it’s clear to me now that you don’t. And empty threats? Shame, shame. And I do enjoy my little games, just ask that Mudblood Granger.”

“You bit her?!” Malfoy screamed with rage and anger. The menace and danger in his voice was evident.

“Master’s orders,” Fenrir repeated. “He doesn’t trust you to do this on your own. Besides, he wanted me to tell you there has been a change in plans. You are still to bite her, even though she is a werewolf.”

“What’s the catch?”

“No catch,” Fenrir said as he disappeared behind an ancient oak. “Master’s orders,” his fading voice said from behind Draco as the night stilled once more. Draco Malfoy let loose a feral roar of anger.


She was running through the Weasley’s back field with Ron. It was a clear day, and Harry and Ginny sat in the grass watching the two. Then all of a sudden it was nighttime and Ron was turning into a huge hairy beast. Then she was running from Ron. She ran over a cliff, but then she stopped. Malfoy had caught her in her arms, but she was still in the Weasley’s field. Then Malfoy grinned and he showed fangs and he was bending down to bite her but it was okay because that was what she wanted. Then she bit him and it was okay because it was what he wanted. Then she was running again, the beast chasing her, then she was the beast chasing Malfoy, then she was Hermione again and he leapt and she knew she was going to die and she cried and she was in the Weasley’s back field and she felt massive jaws close around her neck and everything faded to darkness.
Hermione Granger sat up in bed with a jolt. With a wave of euphoria that she didn’t know could exist, she realized she was in her Head Girl dorm and it was dawn. But the dream had seemed so real…

She shook her head and stood up. But a jolt of dread hit her body when she realized that that night was the first full moon. She rubbed her temples and headed downstairs, where she saw Malfoy sitting in front of the fire, deeply engrossed in his own thoughts. She knew he must have sensed her, but he didn’t show it. She made herself a cup of tea and headed back to her room. She didn’t go to her classes that day; she stayed in bed like she had done the day before. When it was time for dinner, she didn’t go down; afraid she would transform in front of the school, she stayed in bed. Sometime around six, someone pounded on her door. She went up to go answer it, and to her shock, she met Professor McGonagall.

“Miss Granger, I am aware, thanks to Remus Lupin that you are a werewolf and tonight is your first transformation. I have had Professor Slughorn make you the potion Remus used to take, in order to make your transformation more bearable. Also, I am placing charms on all of your doors, and your window. I am closing off your bathroom door and your closet door so that you won’t damage your things, or be able to harm Mister Malfoy. Now drink up. You’ve got a long night ahead of you.”

She handed the potion to Hermione and proceeded to charm all of her doors and her window shut so that she couldn’t get out and harm anyone in the castle. Hermione downed the potion with a grimace; it tasted like freezer-burnt apples and old socks. As soon as the Professor left, she crawled into bed. Two hours later, her body went into convulsions. She threw up on her floor; she didn’t smell the potion for it had already done its job before she vomited. Her eyes dilated wildly. She felt her fingers and limbs elongate and she looked down. Her hands and arms were rapidly growing black fur. She also had paws and claws now instead of hands and feet. She felt her nose and mouth change and her ears felt like they had changed position. She howled in pain as her body continued to get longer. She grew a tail and she howled in pain once again as she fell to the floor, limp, not Hermione now, but a wolf. About an hour later, she woke, and whimpered. She fell down several times, and managed to pad over to her bed, where she scratched, bit and gnawed at her bed post and herself. She howled, scratched, and bit at anything she could find all through the night. Even though she had taken the potion, the pain had not gone away. She was docile, and didn’t crave human flesh. Around three a.m., wolf-Hermione fell asleep, curled up into a ball on her floor. That night she dreamed of electric blue eyes and the face of Draco Malfoy.


Draco Malfoy stayed in his room that night, afraid of the fact that Hermione could’ve been set loose in the Dark Forest. He was also aware of the fact that the blood-thirsty Fenrir was loose in the forest as well, and the thought disturbed him a bit. He sighed and paced his room. That’s when he heard snarls and howls of pain coming from Hermione’s room. He walked into their joined bathroom and stood at the door that led to Hermione’s room and listened. He heard her whimpering and scratching at her bedposts and the walls. He immediately felt a pang of pity for her; he may have had to feed on humans, but at least he didn’t have to go through a painful transformation every night. His dark blue (nearly black now) eyes shifted to the doorknob and he reached for it but thought better of it.

He left the bathroom, grumpy and hungry, for he hadn’t fed in days. He stalked out of the Common Room and out of the castle where he crept over the grounds to Hagrid’s hut, where he plucked a hen from her nesting place. He instantly broke her neck and began to drink her blood. When he finished, his eyes weren’t as dark as they were before, but he was still hungry. He didn’t feel like feeding on anyone at Hogwarts, so he fled the grounds to Hogsmeade, where he hid in an alleyway waiting for a victim. Soon a young woman in her mid-thirties walked by and he appeared by her side, intoxicating her with his sweet breath. He bent down to bite her and as soon as he was done feeding, he stashed her body in the alleyway he had previously occupied. He went back to Hogwarts, his electric blue eyes shining in the moonlight. A howl erupted from the Dark Forest as he settled in the Common Room to await the morning.


The next morning, Harry and Ron sat eating breakfast alone when the school owls came. Pigwidgeon dropped a Daily Prophet in Ron’s lap, clearly relieved to be rid of the load that was too big for the small bird.

‘WOMAN FOUND DEAD IN HOGSMEADE; MINISTRY SUSPECTS ROGUE VAMPIRE’ blared out on the front page, with a rather graphic picture of the woman that was found dead.

“Oi, Ron, get a load of this, eh?” Harry said, grabbing the page that Ron had discarded (he was busy reading the comics). “‘Woman Found Dead in Hogsmeade, Ministry Suspects Rogue Vampire’. Huh, that’s odd. Wait a minute, that man from my dream; I think Voldemort said something about him ‘getting a taste of our little wolf-girl instead’. Ah, here we go: ‘Ministry began investigation today, writes Rita Skeeter, Special Correspondent. When asked who they thought was the killer, a very disgruntled Auror (who shall remain anonymous) said the Minister believed that it was Jedidiah Malachai, a notorious vampire said to be working among the ranks of You-Know-Who’,” Harry read. Both Ron and Harry’s faces lit up in comprehension, and they made a mad dash to the Head’s living quarters, earning them strange looks from passers-by.

A/N: Nice and long this time! Please read AND REVIEW. I really thrive on the feedback. Working on my other chs. for other stories too. Can’t give away anything tho! Bye! Ttfn!