Being Undead. ~COMPLETED ~

Chapter Eighteen: Ginny And Hermione.

She ran into a dark corner me and Blaise could still hear her crying. She was hyperventilating and badly too. Me and Blaise tried to find her.We found her thirty seconds later. 

"I know you're afraid. But it's the only way. You won't last five minuets in the Great Hall. All the clapping, whispers, talking, shouting, chewing, scrapping off forks and knives, pumping blood and hearts with no alcohol to take the edge off, how the fuck are you going to cope? I'm sorry but you need to drink some of my blood and some of Blaise's." I said kindly. She was still crying and Blaise sighed before punching her, hard. Resulting in knocking her out. I forced my wrist into her unconscious mouth and she woke up, drinking my blood. The way it felt was like a painful pleasure. One that makes your mouth move as to moan but to no avail. It felt really good but a little painful. Blaise looked at me like I was insane and I hulled my wrist away from her and Blaise shoved his into her mouth. He did the same thing I did. And we all where breathless. Weird.

"Blaise, I need your help!" Draco shouted. Hermione's ear perked and I held her down for a moment and wiped her mouth clean of blood with my black sleeve. She nodded and walked over to him. 

"Blaise can't get here Malfoy. You're stuck with me helping you with whatever it is." I heard her say. 

HERMIONE'S POV.

"Blaise can't get here Malfoy. You're stuck with me helping you with whatever it is." I said pretending that my insides weren't jumping and insects where flying around whenever I went near him. 

"Granger..." He said as if he was nervous or scared. Typical. Guys see people rage out and they get scared. Especially if it's a girl. 

"What's the issue Malfoy?" I asked. My acting skills where decent. I hoped. I tried to act aggravated knowing that I needed to make sure Ginny and Blaise weren't too breathless. I tried to make it feel good but hurt a little. 

"Weasel Fart Brain."

"Ugh." I groaned and went to where I smelt him. And I swear I caught Draco sniffing my hair. Such a strange child. 

I walked in and saw Weasel fart brains wand was snapped and Ron beaten to a pulp. I tried to resist the urge to laugh, but vampire urges are way stronger than human and ended up laughing at Weasel fart brain and kicked him in the ribs. I heard something break. He yelled in pain. "Oh hush, I barely touched you." I replied cockily. He shut up immediately. I sighed and picked him up before turning to the infirmary part of the train. "Don't follow me." I warned. He nodded and I walked out before checking to see if the cost was clear. I ran weasel fart brain to the infirmary. I stopped just outside the door getting there in a matter of seconds as the doors where conveniently open nothing to do with magic at all I have no clue what you're on about.

"What happened to poor Mr. Weasley?" Poppy asked.

"I beat him up..." I lied to protect Draco.

"Why?"

"Because he was abusive and was yelling at me, he made me mad after I gave him multiple warnings to stop making me mad otherwise bad things where going to happen and he didn't believe me."

"By hand or wand?"

"Me or him?"

"You Miss. Granger."

"Oh. Just give me a sec before answering." I said before using Legilimency to invade Draco's mind. 

"Malfoy, it's Granger, now answer me truthfully. Did you hurt Weasel fart brain by wand, hand or both? And don't get your knickers in a twist I'm saying that I did it."

"Okay. And it was by hand."

"Cheers. Bye." I said before leaving his head.

"I did it by hand."