Tastes the Sweetest

Hermione Granger has only felt true fear three times.

The first, when she lay beneath the tip of Bellatrix Lestrange's searing-hot wand. The second, when Harry walked into the Forbidden Forest with no intention to return. The third?

Now, pinned to a table with Malfoy's hand on her hip and her blood on his hand.

"Your blood's as red as mine, you know." His voice sounded hoarse-like he'd been screaming for hours. "I find myself curious to know if it tastes as sweet as mine."

Something's wrong with Malfoy, and Hermione's going to figure it out.

TRIGGER WARNINGS APPLY.