A large male vampire stormed down the steps toward them. Draco growled, and the vampire skidded to a halt with impressive grace, despite his size. Hermione watched him drag in two big breaths, like a bloodhound. He appeared to be in his late thirties, with close-cut dark hair and a broad face. His Liverpool F.C. jersey matched his thick Scouse accent. "Hello, there. Caleb Martin," he said, grinning at Hermione. "Who are you and why are you here with him?" "None of your business," Draco said. There were quite a few flashes of fangs on display, but Caleb seemed undeterred by Draco's hostility. Caleb took another deep sniff, and his eyes tracked between Draco and Hermione. "Sorry, Mrs. Malfoy," Caleb said. Mrs. Malfoy! And there went any attempt on her end to pretend like she didn't know exactly how Draco's fingers felt against her— Hermione blushed, her cheeks hot. She was learning, very quickly, there was no such thing as privacy when it came to vampires.

screaming

chapter 5 | of the night | dramione, former auror partners, vampire draco

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of the night | chapter 4

dramione, vampire draco, former auror partners, and mate bonds

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omg no I’m so sorry 😫

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of the night - chapter 2 is now live

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the first chapter of my newest #dramione fic, of the night, is now on ao3.

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some vampiric musings for this wip Wednesday

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why is a man here

whomst and where

hi. long time no see. is anyone available to alpha read a vampire dramione fanfic for me?

But even then he’s still a brat for me to do the sensitive parts

oops. not to be *that horse girl* but he only lets me clip him.

was it mine 😬😬

“How interesting,” Granger hummed. “I guess that means you owe /me/ and I won’t have to sign off on the permits you needed at the Gala after all.”

Perhaps he’d been wrong. Granger was not a miracle.

“Anyway, I’ll see you both at seven next Saturday. Thanks for lunch, Draco,” Pansy said and left, her stilettos clicking on the marble floor.

Granger turned to him, a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. “Care to explain?”

Draco winced. “I need a favour.”

Pansy had her arms crossed and was tapping a forefinger against her arm. “Well, it was merely a suggestion Draco, you didn’t have to maul the poor girl to make a point.”

There was a curious blush on Granger’s cheeks. Was she…flushed?

He moved his hands from her face to her hips, pulling her closer. The stack of files in her arms were a troublesome barrier.

A polite cough sounded behind them and they broke apart. He exchanged an almost guilty glance with Granger.

Her mouth was soft and warm and Draco nearly had to bite back a groan. It was a chaste thing, acceptable for two adults who were supposedly dating.

Then, Granger opened her mouth and slid her tongue against the seam of his lips.

Draco cupped her face with his hands and stroked her cheek with his thumb. He bent close to her ear. “You owe me,” he hissed.

He pulled back enough to kiss her. It was far softer than the kiss she had accosted on him at the Ministry gala.

Then, before Pansy could say more, he strode towards Granger, his mouth set with determination.

“Hermione,” he said loudly so Pansy could hear. “I’ve been looking for you.”

Granger looked up. “Malfoy, what-“

“I’m already dating someone,” Draco blurted.

Pansy raised a sharp eyebrow. “Who?”

“Gra-Hermione. I’m dating Hermione.”

Pansy’s eyes swiveled between Draco and Granger who had yet to look in their direction, disbelief already coloring her face.

Having a homicidal maniac take residence in
one’s home at the tender age of 17 meant Draco had long since stopped believing in miracles. But, the sight of Granger stalking down the hallway towards them, her arms full of file folders, felt a bit like a miracle.

He had the sense that Pansy was very close to stomping her foot. “You have to bring a date to my party so the seating arrangement is even.”

“Pansy, I’m not going out with one of your friends.”

“Give me one reason why you can’t,” Pansy said. “Just one, legitimate reason-“

“The last ‘friend’ you set me up with literally robbed me,” he said with a frown.

Pansy shrugged. “So Camilla ended up stealing some family jewels. Big deal, I’ve seen your vault.”

“Again, I’ll pass,” Draco said.

“You need a date,” Pansy said as they walked down the Ministry hall.

Draco glanced at her. “I’ll pass.”

“I have a friend,” Pansy continued, as if she hadn’t heard him. “She’s pretty. A bit of an airhead. Right up your alley.”

He apparated on the spot, landing back at the Manor. Draco scrubbed a hand over his face. There’d be hell to pay for his departing comment, but Merlin, the thought of an angry Granger shagging his brains out was enough to keep a stupid smile on his face for the rest of the night.

She wouldn’t be one to back down. Draco could smell her perfume, floral and earthy.

“I’d give that performance an A, maybe an E if I was feeling generous,” he said. He gently pushed her hips back so they were no longer touching. “Better luck next time,” he said with a wink.

“Admit it,” she panted between kisses.

Draco was distracted, trying to find a way to unbutton her blouse. He nipped at her throat. “Admit what?”

“I’m a good kisser.”

He pulled back slightly and tried to hide his frown. He’d issued a challenge earlier.