Dramione - is this real or not?

Chapter 2. The Reveal.

The brave, fearless Hermione Granger was no longer standing strong, but on the ground shaking. What had happened? It was as if she was in a trance, as seeing the face of a classmate as a develish beast shook her to the core.

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It was a shock to her when her when her eyes snapped open, and the familiar red velvet seats and the brown, golden trimmed walls met her.

She was positively sure that her life was about to end when she saw him. Two sharp, pointed teeth were sticking out from his dark, plump lips, lightly smeered in a deep, red substance. Blood.

Hermione suppressed a shudder just  thinking about it - she didn't dare think about the fate of the unfortunate soul who fell prey to him.
His eyes were crazed and bloodshot, thirsty for more, whilst darting all around the room, hoping to feast his eyes upon a new victim.

Or was it a dream? She remembered everything in horific detail. The emtiness, the isolation, the anxiety, the dread, the fear, the feeling of being watched...

She sat up and looked around. The cold, bleak darkness still consumed and devoired all light, and no sound could be heard, except for her own heart thudding in her chest.

She ran a hand through her hair and brought it down her face, only to find that her lips were slightly swollen.

It didn't take her long to figure out what had happened - she didn't need to be intellectual to know that she had been kissed in her sleep. And, taking a sharp intake of breath, she slammed back into the seat in fustration and confusion, only to hear someone yelp out in pain.

Spinning around in her seat so quickly she nearly got whiplash, Hermione scrambled off of the seat and onto the floor; and didn't stop moving away until her back hit the wall.

What was he doing here!?! Hermione's breathing quickened, and she would've had a full-blown panic attack if she wasn't frightened for her life. "What are you doing here!?!" She tried to keep her voice stable but, due to all of her mixed and pent up emotions, she couldn't stop the fear laced in her voice.

"I was saving your life, no need to be scared!!" He laughed out and Hermione forgot her barings for a moment, and starting defending her pride. "I am most certainly not scared of you, Malfoy!"

In return, he raised his arms in surrender and shook his head, answering the question she had been dwelling since she awoke.
"You're not dead, you know? And you are in the real world, and everything you saw actually happened."
During his statement, his whole demeanor changed; becoming more serious and slightly... reassuring? No. Hermione pushed the possibility out of her mind, and blamed it on her being slightly disorientated.

"So you're a vampire?" She asked in interest.

"The truth?" She nodded.
"Yes."

Her eyes widened only slightly, before she masked up her emotions. Unbeknownst to her, Draco was equally as nervous, and he chewed the inside of his cheek, waiting expectantly for the disgusted look he'd met thousands of times before. He expected her to yell, shove him away, hurt him - but none of them came.

That didn't stop him from being anxious. And it certainly didn't stop her from being cautious and frightened.
The silence that followed was was unnerving, and not a single breath broke it. It continued on for two painstakingly long minutes before Hermione spoke up.
"So... Why am I not dead?" It was general confusement that brought the question up. Surely a vampire has to feed?

Draco, instead of sounding offended, like she might've anticipated, just laughed. He turned to an intrigued Hermione and gave her an answer that could mean anything - "Wouldn't you like to know?" And he just laughed again.