Blood Seduction

Ms. Ivy Craft walked through the Headmaster of Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry's office without knocking. She smiled as she looked around the familiar room. Albus Dumbledore cleared his throat and smiled at her to get her attention. Ivy turned her head towards him.

"Hello Albus, my dear friend, it has been way too long," she said as she walked over to his desk, then hugging him tightly.

"It's good to see you too Ivy, I'm glad you responded to my owl." Ivy only smiled; he was the same young man she knew eighty years ago.

"Might I ask why you have such a glint in your eye, Ivy dear?" Albus asked her, then winking. Ivy smiled softly, walking over to Fawkes the Phoenix. Fawkes cooed, leaning his head on her for her to pet him.

"And I've missed you too Fawkes," Ivy whispered softly to the beautiful bird. Suddenly Albus appeared at her side, with his hands resting on her youthful shoulders. Ivy always did like Fawkes; he was one of the creatures that seemed like they could understand her, seeing as they both would live forever. Ivy turned around to look Albus in the eyes,

"I accept your position of Defense against the Dark Arts teacher." Albus smiled and simply said,

"I knew you would."

(((**)))

It was two days before the start of the term, and time to explain to the staff about their new Defense against the Dark Arts teacher...

The noise in the faculty room quieted down as Albus and Ivy entered. Ivy also knew McGonagall from a while ago also, and she smiled at her as she entered, and surprisingly enough, McGonagall smiled back.

"I thank you all for attending this meeting, as it is very crucial to the beginning of the term, and important that you all know our new teacher," Dumbledore told them all. The teachers were all watching him attentively. He paused, thinking on where to begin, when he opened his mouth to start, Ivy cut him off,

"Albus, I think it's best if I tell the story." Some of the teachers looked at Ivy with amazement and anger for cutting the headmaster off. If Ivy saw these looks, she paid no attention.

"Well... where to begin... Some of you in this room must have recognized me from your own childhood when I entered, and as I am sure you could tell, I have not changed in appearance sense then," some of the people nodded, others stared in amazement, realizing they now knew where the familiarity was coming from, Ivy continued,

"That is because I was bitten as a child, when I was only seventeen years old. And that was in the year 1713. I was born May 10, 1696. That would make me 308 years old. The creature I was bitten by was a vampyre, when out walking in the forest, this schools forest to be exact. I had just finished my testing, it was night, and I wanted to clear my head, and, well, that's when the worst thing in my life happened. The vampyre got away, and to this day, I have not seen him. My body does not age, I will stay at the appearance of 17 forever," when Ivy finished, some of the teachers were only staring at her, angry and scared, others were looking at Dumbledore.

"Ms. Craft has my full and most utter trust. She would not, at any moment attack any student or teacher in this school. Professor Snape has been brewing a potion, similar to the one he made for Professor Lupin, which will delude any desire for blood Ms. Craft might have during the day, until she can feed on rodents in the wood at night. This will also help her with sunlight; she will be able to tolerate it for an hour at least."

Some of the teachers looked at ease, but others weren't so convinced. (Not that any of them doubted Snape's potion-making abilities)

"What about her fangs? No doubt she has them, what if the students were to see, what then Dumbledore?" Madam Hooch asked, in a some what sarcastic tone.

"Ivy is old enough that she knows how to talk and smile without flashing her fangs, and if they were to see, she could always say they were fake. No doubt everyone would believe her," Albus said smiling and looking at Ivy's eccentric outfit. Ivy looked down at her black skirt, combat boots, fishnets and rock shirt... then smiled silently, Albus had a point there. Then one of the teachers in the back said something about the kids not taking Ivy seriously because of the age she looked. This started an up-roar of insults and contradictions to Dumbledore's choice. He was just about to regain quiet himself when Ivy beat him to it, getting angry and offended, she started to yell,

"SILENCE! ALL OF YOU!" The room of teachers grew silent immediately. Staring at this child... no... person... adult? Looking like 4^th graders caught fighting.

"Look, I am older then all of you, so you have no right to tell me about age. I have no doubts that the classes will take me as a joke at first, but if I do what I did just now, don't you think I will get their attention?" Ivy asked them. This time every teacher in the room nodded and looked at Ivy with a new look of awe. Professor Flitwick, the little man perched on top of a stack of hazardly piled books, raised his hand. Ivy couldn't help but laugh, and this made the teachers at ease.

"You do not have to be frightened of me, nor raise your hands or anything like that, I want to be your friends, and I only wanted to make it perfectly clear that I am no child." Ivy said smiling to her soon-to-be colleges.

"Well that's good. You seem like a very sweet lady Ms. Craft. What I wanted to ask you was if you've ever taught before?" Flitwick asked her in his squeaky, but charming voice.

"Yes, yes I have, and thank you for the compliment." Then turning to the rest of the staff she said, "And I'm sure we're all in agreement that the students need-not know?" They all nodded, and Ivy turned to walk out, with Albus, who had not said anything in the last ten minutes. They got out in the corridor and he smiled at her.

"You seem to have handled that well,"

"Yes, I should say so. And Albus thank you for everything." Ivy said, looking at him great-fully, then before leaving she reached up and kissed him on the cheek, then turning to walk down towards her new chambers.

(((***)))

Ivy watched the students file in from the stagecoaches, drenched in rain. She found herself getting increasingly nervous as kids around the age of sixteen and seventeen would look up and point at her, and she knew it wasn't her clothes, even though she was wearing a weird gown. She never did like robes, found them drab, she preferred her old gowns from when she was a girl, or those new age "Goth" clothes. The dress was elegant, a blood red color, with black velvet belled sleeves and lacing up the front was a matching corset that was supposed to be worn on the inside of the dress, but Ivy found it to make her look sexier. The dress was supposed to be long, but she cut it above the knee and wore high boots. Black, silky hair pulled up and a design of rubies littered her neck. But like I said, the gown itself was not drawing all the attention. To these kids, she was just a bit older then them, and quite a few guys were paying her close attention, even though they were so young. She had to admit, there were a few good looking guys there, even a few that caught her eye. A good looking blonde boy, with longish, silky looking hair sitting at the Slytherin table caught her eye.

First years entered and the four tables quieted down. McGonagall set the old, worn hat on the stool. Everyone stared, the first years with curiosity, the rest with anticipation, it had been years, hundreds of years to be exact, sense Ivy had that hat, and sense she was sorted into Slytherin house. The hat split open at the brim and began to sing. When it was done, everyone clapped and then the first years were sorted into their houses. Cheering for the new students went on momentarily until Dumbledore stood up, and there was immediate silence.

"First off, I would like to introduce our new Defense against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Craft." Ivy stood up and the kids clapped respectfully, others whistled and Dumbledore glared at them and it stopped instantly.

~*~

Draco Malfoy entered the Great Hall, flanked by Crabb and Goyle, going to their usual spot at the Slytherin table. Goyle looked up at the staff table and his jaw dropped. He shoved Malfoy in the ribs, pointing up at the staff table. Malfoy looked up, annoyed, and then changed his mood quickly. He was staring at the most beautiful creature sitting to the right of Dumbledore. She couldn't be any older then 18 (oh how wrong could he be?)

But she was a teacher. He honestly couldn't be baffled for long because Dumbledore was introducing her,(I guess he watched her all through the sorting) and he didn't want to miss her name.

"...-Professor Craft."

~*~

"Let the feast begin!"

Ivy watched the food materialize on her plate, and she looked longingly at her plate.

"I'm sorry Ivy, I know how you miss food," Albus said as he leaned into her so only she could hear. "But I have a surprise for you, drink the wine."

"You know I can't Albus. I'll be puking my guts out all night, literally."

"Oh I know, but this is your kind of wine," Albus said as he winked at her. (If Ivy didn't know any better, she would say old Albus was flirting)

Ivy's eyes got wide and she took her goblet with glee, taking a deep drink out of it, not once mistrusting Albus. She almost slumped back with joy and exhaustion from drinking her long awaited and needed food. When it was empty she set it back down and wiped her mouth to make sure not to raise any suspicions. Looking back at her goblet longingly, she found it to be full again. Her eyes got wider then before and she looked at Albus.

"Where is this blood coming from?"

"An animal that has been suffering from a werewolf bite, bleeding to death, (vampyre's can't contract any type of disease) and I figured why let a meal for you go to waste. Now, drink up before it gets cold," and that was the end of it. When she looked up she saw the blonde she thought was cute staring at her. When they made eye contact, he winked and Ivy just rolled her eyes.

"Great, another cock son of a bitch," she thought to herself as she lifted her goblet to her full lips. This was going to be a long year...

(((***)))

The first day of the term, not always the best, but she had a great lesson planned as long as the class cooperated. Her first class was the sixth years. Professor Craft was sitting behind her desk, feet up and crossed at the ankles. When her students came filing in, still sleepy-eyed, she said,

"Take your seats, take your seats, we haven't got all day," Ivy walked around from her desk, straightening her corset and shirt to look at them. Even though they had taken their seats, not one of them were paying any attention, talking to one another. The new Professor let the talking go on for a minute, they were already testing her, how cute. She walked behind her desk, and stood, tapping her foot... still no silence.

"SILENCE!" Professor Craft yelled at the class, slamming her hands down hard on her desk. This gesture made some students jump, but the class was silent. Ivy's voice was almost scary right then; it was like you could feel the power vibrating through her throat and out her mouth, making your heart turn cold. Twenty pairs of eyes were all turned in her direction.

"Well, that's much better isn't it?" no response, "I am your new Defense against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Craft for all of you who failed to listen last night. And as I am sure some of you have heard, I am only seventeen years old. But that does not give you the right to treat me as one of your peers; I am your teacher, nothing more, nothing less. I graduated at the age of thirteen in America with outstand NEWTS, top of everything, and sense then, until now I have been traveling the globe." The blonde boy who winked at Ivy turned around and started talking to a big thug looking guy. Ivy cleared her throat and got no response, everyone was looking at her, so Ivy walked over to the blonde boy, (who by the way looked great from behind too) and smacked him across the back of the head.

"Excuse me Mr. Malfoy... but would you like to tell the class what it was you were telling your thuggish friend?" Malfoy's face got a tinge of pink on his pale, angelic face at being addressed, but he stood up anyway,

"I was just saying, Professor Craft, that our new Defense against the Dark Arts teacher has a hot body and a nice set of tits, oh and that I know she would be a good fuck," he said smiling proudly. Ivy smirked at him, and some of the guys in the class glared daggers at him for insulting their new, hot, teacher.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, Mr. Malfoy, such naughty language. I'm much to old for you, seeing as you act as if you are a horny 12 year old who can't get past his sexual frustrations, and that would make me five years older, and I don't go for babies." The whole class laughed hysterically at Malfoy and Ivy winked at him still smirking.

"Oh, and Mr. Malfoy, I would watch what you say, you never know when a crazy old wizard might want to turn you back into his pet ferret." A tall red haired boy fell out of his seat and started rolling on the floor. Malfoy looked as if he could kill,

"Now class let us get on with the lesson shall we?"

~*~

"God I can't believe she said that!" Draco thought to himself as Professor Craft continued with her lesson. "God... I can't believe I did that! She could file for sexual harassment! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! I don't want to be kicked out of her class... she's too hot! Maybe I'll apologize... no! What am I thinking?! Malfoy's don't apologize! But she's different isn't she?" Draco was thoroughly confused. The bell rang, startling him from his thoughts.

"No, you guys go on ahead," Malfoy told his thuggish friends, they looked confused, but did as they were asked. Malfoy waited until everyone left the class and went up to Professor Craft's desk.

"Professor?"

"Yes, Mr. Malfoy, can I help you?" Ivy asked in a tone that let Malfoy know she wasn't pleased with him.

"I... I just wanted to say that I was sorry for the way I behaved in your class today. You had no right to be treated like that..." and with that, he walked out. Ivy sat there a moment, a little shocked. She remembered the Malfoys, she was in school with one of them, they were not people who apologized... maybe there was hope for Draco Malfoy yet... this could get really interesting. But then a feeling raised in her that she knew shouldn't be there... that was wrong for a teacher to feel for a student, a vampyre to feel for a mortal...

(((***)))

"Today we are going to start dueling with some of the counter spells and jinxes I taught you. Remember, no matter how simple they seem, they could just be simple enough to throw off someone who's expecting much more. Always has worked for me." The kids laughed. "let me take roll and we shall begin," Just at that moment, Malfoy came running down the hall and into the room, plowing straight for Harry Potter, no intent on using a wand. He crashed into him, and started to beat him up. It all happened so fast, Ivy hadn't had time to act before it happened, but now she regained her senses.

"MR. MALFOY!" she screamed as she was pulling the struggling Ron Weasly off of Malfoy who was succeeding in hurting Harry, then dragging Malfoy to his feet. He was beat red and breathing heavy, but even like this he still looked hot... Harry was lying on the ground, in a bloody pulp, from being taken by surprise.

"MALFOY! TWO WEEKS OF DETENTION AND 50 POINTS FROM SLYTHERIN! I SHALL MAKE IT MORE IF YOU ARGUE WITH ME! Ron, take Harry to the hospital, and return to class." Malfoy was about to protest anyways, but then he saw Ivy's hands balled into fists.

"Malfoy, what in hell got into you!?... What is that you have in your hand Malfoy?" he wouldn't give up the piece of paper he was holding so tightly in his hand. Ivy grabbed his wrist and it sent chills up her body, she saw Malfoy's eyes light up too, but she just yanked the paper out of his hand before he knew what was happening.

Ron,

Hey, you think if I asked Professor Craft out she would say yes? Ha! Probably not... but she's so fucking hot man! I would loooove to bang her... daaaaamn. Be like hey baaaby wuts happening? I wonder what she looks like naked...wish we could find out... but seriously man, you think she would say no if I asked her out? I mean I know she's a teach, but she's only seventeen! its worth a shot I guess...

Harry w/b!!!

p.s- ha! Guess what I heard! Malfoy has a major crush on her man..... it's like...pathetic... he just doesn't wanna fuck her, he like,... likes her... ha. Wonder what he would do if I fucked her... lol!!!! LMFAO!

Ivy almost smiled when she got finished reading, Malfoy was actually just defending her... but that doesn't make beating the shit out of Harry right, even though she totally agreed.

"Mr. Malfoy follow me to my desk, we need to talk, the rest of you, talk among yourselves." They walked towards her desk, and went all the way up to the chalk board, hoping it would provide more privacy,

"While I can only guess you were defending me in doing what you did, that does not make it right, even though I do appreciate it. Just when I thought you were an asshole, you prove me wrong Mr. Malfoy. I will take a week off your detention, and only take away 10 points, Mr. Potter, will be getting the major discipline," Ivy said to Malfoy smiling. He almost smiled back, but he was afraid if he did, that he would just lean in and kiss her, and that couldn't happen...

"Professor, do you think I could have the note... um... seeing as what's written in there about me?" Malfoy asked somewhat shyly. "why the hell am I being so shy! What do I care if she knows I like her... wait... do I like her!?!?"

"I wish I could Malfoy, but I can't, I need this for evidence, but I'll tell you what, I'll get rid of the part about you... the P.S part, how about that?" Ivy really, truly smiled at him this time and winked at him. Malfoy only nodded and walked numbly away, Ivy followed to get on with her class...

~*~

"What the hell is wrong with me? I'm a Malfoy, I don't have feelings... I can't have feelings! I just want to fuck her, I know that's it... I just want to feel her pussy on my dick... maybe I'm just confusing sexual feelings... that's it. I'm just horny for her, and I will get her, then it'll all go away...

(((***)))

"HAPPY HALLOWEEN! Today, we'll have a Halloween treat instead of class, I'll tell you my favorite story my father used to tell me when I was younger," Ivy told her class smiling, "It's a sad story, but at the same time, it's bittersweet. It's about a woman who was cursed with immortality and a thirst for blood. This beautiful vampyre, after hundreds of years, finally fell in love, only to be stripped of it because of her ways... this is her story..."

((**))

"The graphics were really cool that Professor Craft did. What she does with her magic is amazing. That story was so sad... but romantic in a way don't you think Draco?" Pansy Perkinson was saying to Draco, with her arm hooked in his as they walked to dinner. Despite Draco's dramatic attempts to brush her off, she never got the clue. Just then, Draco saw Professor Craft walking out the front doors.

"Pansy, I um...yeah, I have to go..." and he unhooked his arm from hers, leaving her standing their offended and bolted out the door after the Professor. He followed her around the building where he watched her take out a cigarette and light it up.

"You know that's not good for you Professor?" Malfoy said cockily, leaning up against the castle wall. Even though his tone was cocky, Ivy had to admit, he looked hot... to her, he looked hot in almost any pose. Maybe it was the way he was standing, or the tone of his voice, but she got agitated with him,

"What do you want Malfoy?" she asked him, blowing a smoke ring in his face.

"Do you really want the answer to that Craft?" he asked her, raising one eyebrow. And the truth was, yes she did want to know, desperately...

"It is Professor Craft to you Malfoy, and yes I would like to know." Malfoy was moving closer, so close, their bodies were touching. He looked her straight in the eye and said,

"What I want, Professor Craft, is your luscious body." He pinned her roughly and kissed her hard. Ivy pulled away and smacked him, scratching along his face. Malfoy screamed and backed away. He couldn't understand why it was burning so bad. (Vampyre nails are poisoned) the blood started to show from the scars she left on his cheek... they were really, really appealing. She wanted it so bad, so fucking bad. It was something she never experienced before... she had to have it, so she lunged for him, knocking him to the ground. The warm blood entered her mouth and it was like something she never tasted before... almost sweet, but with the bitter metallic taste of the blood she so knew... at first, she heard him protest loudly, but after a minute of feeding he started moaning... of pleasure... he was delicious... "he must be killer at sex... NO! bad Ivy! BAD! Naughty thoughts...mmm... naughty... I'd like to get naughty with him... no I wouldn't!!!!... yes I would..." despite her mental battle, she pulled up when she had her fill. Looking down at him, it was obvious he enjoyed it also because his dick was as hard as a rock, and his pants were wet. Ivy almost smiled to herself, but then stopped when she realized what she did... she hurriedly picked him up and set him against the wall, putting his hands around his dick to make it look like he was jacking off, then wiped the blood from his face, and pulled his hair around his cheeks. Walking back into the entrance hall, she tasted that same taste again, and realized she must have some on her cheek, so she wiped it off quickly before anyone saw, and rushed up to her office.

(*)

There was a knock at Ivy's office door,

"Come in." McGonagall walked in,

"Oh, hi Minerva,"

"Hello Ivy,"

"How are you?"

"Not to good I'm afraid, I came here to ask you to do me a favor... do you think you could take my detention with Mr. Malfoy tonight? I can't take any more of him, and I feel horrible. Poppy's trying to do something for me, but it isn't working. I hate to ask you on such short notice-"

"Oh, no it's fine, it's fine. I don't mind at all. You just feel better ok?" Ivy said smiling, even though in the back of her head she was screaming. McGonagall nodded and smiled, then walked out.

"oh shit, oh shit, what did I do? What did I do? She needed a break... yes but why did she ask me?! Because she didn't know your RANDOMLY FEEDING OFF INNOCENT STUDENTS!... he was sooo not innocent... he attacked me... yes but you wanted it... admit it... no I did not! Grr! This can't be happening... great, I only have an hour until 7o'clock!" Ivy stopped her mental battle and ran upstairs to change into something LESS provocative... but by the time she found something it was 6:50 and it wound up to be her P.Js anyways. There was a knock at the door and it opened without being told to. Malfoy was standing in his usual "look at me I'm god" stance in the doorway.

"Well, are you going to come in and serve your detention or not Mr. Malfoy?" Ivy didn't give him time to answer, she flicked her wand and Malfoy suddenly appeared in the chair in front of her, the door shut, and clicked locked.

"What the fuck?" Ivy only smiled.

"You are in detention Mr. Malfoy... no running away... oh and mentioning running... sense you feel the need to run in my class, I felt it appropriate for you to run laps around my office." Ivy had a smile that could have sent anyone's heart cold at that moment. Malfoy looked ludicrous... but he was defending her! And after what she did earlier that day!... oh wait.... She doesn't think I remember does she? Hahaha, well I'll play along for a while, and then make my move...

"The faster you run Malfoy... the faster you get done." He started jogging around the room, gradually getting faster,

"You'll have to do better then that if you don't want to run for the next 4 hours straight." Malice was seeping from Ivy's voice. Malfoy started to run faster, and faster... after about 20 minutes, he threw his robes off and shredded his shirt off, revealing an almost perfectly chiseled chest. Once again, the tingling, horny feeling ran through her, she wanted to jump on him, and suck his dick right then... he was so sweaty and hot, "yeah, just like he'll be after I fuck him..." Ivy felt her eyes go wide at the thought, but she tried her best to ignore it... after another 10 minutes, she told him he could stop, and he did immediately, bent over, breathing heavy and pouring out sweat. Ivy conjured a soaking wet washcloth and walked up behind him, thrusting her hips somewhat into his ass, and wringing out the cloth over his sweaty face. She heard him moan with satisfaction. She was about to pull the rag away, but he grabbed her wrist roughly, and dropped her hand quickly at the electric feeling spark that went through it, pulling the cloth away. He drained the rest of the liquid into his mouth.

"Now, that'll teach you to run in my class won't it Mr. Malfoy?" Ivy whispered the question seductively into his ear. For some reason, she couldn't stop flirting with him... and maybe she didn't want to stop...

"Oh I think we have another thing to worry about right now, my little vampyre..." he said, quickly pinning her to the wall... damn he remembered.

"Now, I have a feeling you don't want people to know about your little secret... and that... could be arranged... for a price..." Ivy was pissed. She hated being used like this... but she nodded her head anyway.

"And what I want... well if that were to be fulfilled, then maybe I would be able to keep my mouth shut..."

"And what is it you want Malfoy, because I will not fuck you. It would be far easier just to kill you, and have no second thoughts about it."

"Oh no, one night is not enough Professor, I'd say that once every week I get to come over to your little chambers here and kiss you and ravish your luscious body." he said to her, trying to sound seductive, and even if it was working, she wasn't impressed right now. Black mail, that's what this was... black mail.

"And if our activities lead to sex because you can't resist my beautiful body, then so be it." Malfoy was grinning from ear to ear now. Ivy could have smacked him across the face.

"Oh and one more thing Professor, I'll even be giving you a treat. I want you to bite me, suck my blood, what ever it is you did that made me explode like that..." Ivy only rolled her eyes at him, but he started to move closer.

"You can leave now Malfoy, your conditions will start-"

"Now, Professor, tonight." And with that he pinned her against the wall once again, forcing his mouth upon hers for the second time that day. Something exploded deep inside of Ivy, something she'd wanted to release for a very long time. But he was so rough, it started to sting, and she guessed that he could tell because he backed off a little, resting his hands on her hips and the small of her back. Ivy really hated admitting it, but she liked having his arms around her, she felt...safe? As safe as you can feel with someone who wants to rape you...his lips against her own...she was starting to get hott... and it wasn't just body heat... Malfoy's tongue was in her mouth and she let out a whimper, and when she did, he did, and pulled her onto him even more. She could feel the poke of his dick against her leg. Malfoy tried putting his hand up her shirt, but she slapped it away and pushed his head to the side roughly, and sinking her fangs deep into his neck without warning. He let out a moan as if he were having a good fuck, and Ivy drank deeply from him for the second time that day. God his taste was even better the second time. She wanted to empty his veins dry. Malfoy was moaning so loud it seemed like he was about to have an orgasm, and sure enough, Ivy felt a sudden wetness through his pants and onto hers... she ran her hands up his chiseled chest and he swatted them away, backing away from her. He leaned against a chair, panting, looking totally satisfied.

"Well I'm glad I'm a god piece of ass Malfoy, now get the fuck out of my office!" Ivy said spitefully. "I'll let you know about next week," and she shoved him out, still panting, throwing his shirt and robe at him and slamming the door. Malfoy looked hurt by what she said, but he was probably just acting... right? No he had to be.. he's a Malfoy, they don't care about anyone but themselves... and not that Ivy even cared about him anyways... She's doing this to keep her job, not because she wants to... no... not because she wants to... trouble was... she wasn't convincing herself.

~*~

As Draco walked down the corridor, back to his dorm, he was thinking about what Professor, (I really must get her first name) Craft had said to him before shoving him out.

"Do I really seem like I think she's a piece of ass... yes... I do don't I... But that's not how I actually see her..." Draco thought to himself, but then another voice came into his head.

"You're just confused as hell. You want to treat her like shit, and then you want to hold her.."

"yeah, but what's happening to me! I shouldn't want to hold her... I should just want to fuck her, then lose her..."

"What, is that your great Malfoy instincts? What happened to I don't want to be like my father anymore... or the hell with Voldemort?"

"yeah... but..."

"Oh shut up, you like her, deal with it... show her!"

Suddenly he had an idea... That morning he sent a first year from Slytherin house to Ivy's office with a single black rose and a note that said,

Please forgive me for seeming like I only thought of you as a piece of ass. You are not. And I will not ask you to "make out" with me anymore unless you want to. I just want to be with you and talk to you. I hope that is ok. Please accept my apology.

~Yours

Draco Malfoy

Ivy took the rose from the little first year and told him to wait while she put the rose in water and wrote him a note back.

Mr. Malfoy,

It is very kind of you for the rose, but I must ask you not to send anymore in the future. Oh, and Malfoy, I'm not stupid. You'll try and twist anything I say into an invitation for you into me, and I won't have it. The less talking we do the better. We will stick to our original arrangement, however much I despise it. And Malfoy, in the future, also, do not apologize to me again unless you mean it, that is the second time you've done so, and nothing has changed. I don't want to hear it from you again.

-I. Craft

Malfoy was shocked when he read the note that was sent back to him! I mean he was trying to be nice! Well if she was going to be like that, he could fight fire with fire...

(((***)))

The weeks passed, with the same old thing going on, Ivy hated him more then ever, because he was treating her like a hooker, and more then once she refused to bite him and even scratched him. She wasn't taking anymore of his shit. Christmas was nearing them and Malfoy did something she never thought he would do... he actually sent her an owl ASKING her if she wanted to SEE him this week... or if she was so sick of him that she would rather barf, she wrote this response,

Malfoy,

No, I am not so sick of you that I could barf. But it was extremely sweet of you actually asking me if I wanted to "see" you. The answer is yes, I do Mr. Malfoy. All I'm asking you is to stop treating me like a piece of ass. I am not. I hope you know that. I'm doing this for my sake... I have to keep this job, and maybe part of me wants this, I don't know, but please, stop treating me as horrible as you do and the same will come in return. Please come tonight, maybe we can talk for a while, get to know each other better... please respond,

~Ivy Craft

Draco received the letter and for a moment thought it was a joke because she was actually nice in the letter and wanted to see him, and! She included her name! Ivy... god that is beautiful... she actually wants to see me... she... wow... maybe I can make this work... maybe... if I try... I want to try... but I want to have a Christmas Present for her... what should I get... I've got a couple of hours, I can find something...

Ivy, (thank you for finally telling me your name)

If you don't want me to call you Ivy, just tell me, but I think its beautiful. Can I come by around 7? And I think it's a good idea to talk. I truly, am sorry. I know you told me not to say it unless I mean it, but I do mean it. I am sorry Ivy. You are beautiful and do not deserve to be treated the way I treat you... I really am sorry.

~Yours,

Draco Malfoy

Ivy returned the letter with only "7 is fine, see you then" and a heart. Malfoy could have done back flips, but for some reason, he had the weird feeling that he was over reacting, but he honestly didn't care. So he set out to get her something she would like. He noticed that she liked medieval things, she probably lived in that time... but he didn't know what he could get her that she probably didn't already have.... Then... he found something that would be perfect. A chain-mail choker that went all the way down to her cleavage. When he went back to his dorm from finally finding her something, it was almost 6:30. he had about ½ and hour to get ready. Quickly he put the present in a bag, and took a shower, dressed, and put on cologne. It was 6:58 when he left.

~*~

Ivy was busy getting ready, Malfoy's Christmas present was going to be an eyeful of Ivy... sort to speak, she was wearing the same dress she did on the beginning of the term. She had Malfoy a present also, it was sitting on her desk, waiting. She got him a ring of a snake that was fingers length and curled around the finger. Ivy was just finished with her makeup when Malfoy knocked on her door.

"Its open!" she yelled from her room. Malfoy walked in and sat her present on the desk and noticed another one sitting there, with his name on it. Draco got a big smile on his face. Ivy walked down the stairs and into the office area of her chambers. Draco's jaw dropped when he saw her. She looked beautiful,

"hot isn't even a word enough to describe her... she's breath taking..."

"Hello Malfoy, Merry Christmas" Ivy said smiling.

"And a very merry Christmas to you too Ivy, you don't mind if I call you that do you?" Ivy shook her head. She sat down and motioned for Malfoy to do the same,

"So, where are you going for the holidays? Home?" Ivy asked him. She really did seem interested.

"Yeah, unfortunately, I don't like going home for the holidays, its always so depressing... but its no better to stay here, so I don't have much choice. Besides, I figured you wanted a break from me anyways..." he smiled.

"No, I wouldn't want a break from you, not if things were like this. This is nice, really nice. And you look really nice Malfoy, I can tell you dressed for the occasion." Ivy said winking at him and smiling. Draco almost blushed.

"Well you look amazing Ivy, you really do. You're so beautiful..." "holy shit did I just say that out loud???"

Ivy blushed,

"Open your present..." she said and pushed it towards him, and he did the same with his to her. Ivy waited to watch Malfoy open his.

"Holy shit Ivy! This is awesome!" Malfoy's jaw was on the floor practically. He slipped the ring on his finer, perfect fit. He sat admiring it for a minute, then realized Ivy wasn't opening hers, and urged her to do so...

"Come on, I spent a lot of time picking it out..." Ivy pulled the tissue paper away and pulled out the chain-mail choker. Her eyes got wide and tears started to form, she looked at the necklace and then at Malfoy,

"Oh... my.... Draco... Oh....its beautiful!" she said as she lunged herself forward and hugged him tightly, he didn't hesitate to put his arms around her waist. Ivy lost her balance and wound up sitting in his lap, but for some reason, neither one minded. She looked at him and smiled, kissing him on the cheek.

"This is beautiful Draco, how did you know I liked medieval stuff?" (Draco's mind was still blown at the fact that she was calling him Draco)

"I just noticed that you wore a lot of the dresses and corsets and things, and seeing as you are such a talented vampyre, I figured you probably lived around there." He said with amusement in his eyes and winked at her, "You know, you hugged me, called me Draco, sat in my lap, and kissed me on the cheek all in about 3 minutes... I feel quite loved." He was smirking now. Ivy looked down,

"Yeah well... you should," Ivy said as Draco pulled her face up with one finger, then looking in his eyes, she realized then that it really was him that was sending those feelings through her body when he touched her, not just sexual frustration. He leaned in and kissed Ivy gently, and a shock ran all the way through her entire body and she was numb, she couldn't move, she wanted to touch him, to kiss back, but something was making her immobile... Draco started to get frustrated...

"What the fuck Ivy, I thought you were changing your mind about me, but now you don't even kiss me back when I really mean it to you. I really like you, and you just sit there. Well fuck you Ivy, I'll keep your damn secret as long as you don't fucking talk to me again, Merry Christmas," and with tears in his eyes he got up and left, leaving Ivy sitting there stunned.

~*~

"Oh my fucking god, I can't believe I set myself up for this shit! I knew this would happen, but I didn't think it would happen to me... well whatever, I don't have to deal with this fucking confusion anymore... but then why the fuck am I leaking... Malfoy's don't leak..." his musings continued like that until he fell asleep, and Ivy's were somewhat similar,

~*~

"Why didn't I just kiss him back!?!?! I wanted to damnit! I wanted to with all my heart, I wanted to reach up and hold on to him forever, but I couldn't move, why did I do this!? I fucked up something that... that... probably wouldn't have happened anyways... *sigh* I don't know why I'm upset... no wait I do know why... but I don't want to say it out loud, so I never will, and i'm not going to right now..."

(((***)))

The next day came, and neither of the two felt any better about the other. But Draco couldn't dwell on things that didn't matter, he was going home, and if he showed any sign of weakness, his father would eat him alive. Ivy on the other hand was sitting in her room, on her bed, wallowing in self pity.

"I need to stop acting like this, he's the one who got upset and left. He's a piss head, this is his fault, not mine. I've lived this long I can do longer without someone."

And that was that for Ivy, sure she still thought about Draco over the holidays, but never enough to long for him... much.

~*~

Draco's father could tell there was something occupying his sons mind, and that couldn't happen because he had a very important meeting with the dark lord. Draco was to become his... personal servant? Ha, if that's what you would call it. Draco walked into his fathers office and stood just inside the doorway,

"Draco, you should be very pleased that the Dark Lord wants you as his personal servant. It's a great honor." Draco only nodded his head slowly, very slowly, because he knew what was coming, and he couldn't believe that his father would do this to him... and yet, the whole time in his father's office, all he could think about was living through this to see Ivy... his father interrupted his musings by slapping him across the face,

"YOU WILL NOT BE THINKING OF OTHER THINGS WHILE THE DARK LORD DOES WHAT HE WANTS WITH YOU!"

(((***)))

While all this was happening to Draco, hundreds of miles away, Ivy was laying in her bed, awake and crying. She didn't know why she was crying, she just was. She was his teacher for god's sake, she shouldn't... she couldn't have these fucking feelings for him! But here she was, lying in her bed like a little 14 year old girl who broke up with her first boyfriend, crying. Finally she drifted off into sleep with tearstains down her face and her arms curled around the old, dirty, and frayed teddy bear she got three hundred and four years ago.

Hush little girl

Don't say a word

Fall asleep little one

No ones going to hurt you

Drift into an uneasy sleep

Thinking of the one you love

He's not lost little one

He's here with me little one

And it's not my fault if he dies... Its YOURS

Ivy woke with a scream, she had been dreaming of those words being said in her head by an unfamiliar voice. Then there was pounding on her door,

"IVY OPEN THE DOOR PLEASE!" it was Draco. Ivy rushed down and threw open the door, but as soon as she did, he practically collapsed on top of her, he had been leaning on the door.

"Oh my god Draco, what's happened?"

"I... it... hurts... please... help me... Ivy... I'm sorry..." and that was really all he could say. Ivy lifted him into the air because she couldn't carry him with a spell and glided him onto her bed, laying him down. He groaned and rolled over on his side, not letting the bed touch his back. There was blood soaking through his shirt. Ivy ran to get her wand, scissors, and first aid, she was going to do this the old fashioned way, and she didn't want to call Poppy, plus she wasn't that good at first aid with a wand. If it was too serious, she would take him there, but not if she could help it. Ivy cut his shirt and peeled it off of his wounds, they looked like whip marks, he groaned as she did this. She wasn't sure about his legs, and didn't want to take any chances, so she unbuttoned his pants, and slid them off revealing plaid boxers. His legs looked fine; it was just his back and chest. She got a warm washcloth and wiped away the dried blood, leaving his back and chest fresh for bandaging. First she sprayed something on the wounds to take away any bacteria, and this caused him to scream in his troubled sleep. Ivy held his hand tightly and bent down, kissing him softly on his lips. He stopped screaming, and held on tighter to her hand. Next she put on a ointment to keep it from scaring, and then wrapped his body, next putting a spell on him to numb the pain so he could sleep peacefully. Then, pulling the covers over him, getting him a new shirt, and folding that and his pants on the chair beside the bed, she got up and went over to her desk to think.

"I wonder who would do such a thing. I'm curious to know who it was, but I'll just have to wait until he wakes up, I don't want to disturb him. But I wonder why he came to me...I thought he hated me... well, I'm glad he did, I'm not going to deny it, I'm very happy he did. I'm glad he can trust me. The poor boy... he'll be ok though..."

and Ivy fell asleep with her head on her hand, as if she were keeping an eye on Draco in her sleep.

They both slept for about 2 hours, until Draco woke up.

~*~

"How did I get here?" Draco wondered out loud, then he looked over at Ivy sleeping on her desk and remembered, his father... Voldemort... he came to Ivy in the night and she took care of him, he smiled at her sleeping. He tried moving, but found it a little hard; he looked down and saw he was bandaged around his chest and back. Sighing he laid back down. The sign must have woken Ivy up because she looked up from her head slouching in her hand,

"Oh! You're awake! How are you feeling?" She asked him as she quickly got up to sit next to him, moving his clothes off the chair.

"Ok I guess, besides the fact that you have me bandaged like a mummy," He said laughing. Ivy smiled at him,

"Well, let me check the bandages and see if I can take them off." Slowly she started to unwrap him, leaning over his body. Draco took in a shuddering breath of having her this close, even though it had happened many times before, this seemed different, she seemed different... there was only a little blood on the wrap, but the wounds seemed to be healed, (she loved that ointment she made, it always seemed to do that, it better had anyways, it took her a hundred years to get it right.)

"Well, you seem to be better, the wounds are healed, now... how about telling me what happened?" she asked him cautiously. He only nodded, and patted the bed on the right side of him, next to the wall, so Ivy got up and crawled over him to do what he asked, sitting next to him. Draco sat up slightly against the pillows, and began to tell his story.

"Well, I went home for the holidays as you know, and because of the other day... with you... I had you on my mind, and my father could tell, and apparently I shouldn't have anything on my mind when... um... when going to be Voldemort's personal servant... at first I refused to do it, cause I knew what he wanted, and my father got angry, and told me that if I didn't, then he would punish me. I still said I wouldn't do it, and he got out the whip. I tried running, but the office door was locked, and I had to stand there, against the wall, as he whipped me... that's were the marks come from, and he said that if I wouldn't pleasure Voldemort... that... that... I would pleasure him, and he um... well he raped... me..." when Draco was telling the story, he kept choking up and crying, Ivy had never seen him cry... not like this. Ivy whispered in his ear,

"Oh Draco..." and touched his hand, he squeezed it tightly and kept crying. Ivy pulled his hair away from his eyes, and kissed his cheek where a tear was. Draco looked up at her, stunned,

"You just kissed me..." he said.

"Should I not have?" He shook his head,

"No, it's not that, you've just never kissed me before. I've always had to kiss you, it's nice" he said with a little laughter in his voice. Ivy hated seeing him like this, vulnerable like this, it didn't suit him, but as long as he needed her, she would be here. She laid down next to him, getting under the cover, Draco look totally shocked at this gesture, but Ivy just put a finger over his lips, and grabbed his hand again, laying her head next to his.

"I won't let anyone hurt you again Draco, and that's not an empty promise." He grabbed her hand tightly, bringing it up to his lips, and kissing it softly,

"I don't know how I can thank you enough..."

"You don't have to... just tell me something..."

"Yes?"

"Why did you come to me? I mean, I am glad you did, but it got me wondering, you said you never wanted to see me again..."

"Sometimes, people say stuff they don't mean... and I didn't mean what I said, I did want to see you again, and I couldn't stop thinking about you." Ivy just looked at him, she honestly couldn't believe her ears, then, being her spontaneous self, she leaned down, and kissed him on the lips. This time, Draco couldn't believe it, but he kissed back. Then she put her hands in his hair, it really was as soft as it looked... his hands ran down her body, causing her to shiver. Ivy sucked on his bottom lip, lightly biting it, and running her hands down his bare chest. His skin was warm against her cold hands, they were both trembling, they knew what each other wanted. Ivy started to straddle his hips, but hesitated because of his injuries, but Draco pulled her on top of him. She could feel his dick, already hard poking into her, but she didn't just want to feel it poking, she wanted to feel it inside of her... they were still kissing, but it was no longer soft, but rough with desire and frustration. Draco ripped her shirt from her body, exposing her naked chest because she had not worn a bra to bed, lifting up he started to suck on her breasts, and Ivy let out a moan of pleasure. Draco's strong hands were wrapped around her body, holding her close to him, they were both breathing heavy but still anxious. Draco sat up all the way, and laid Ivy down on the bed, slipping her underwear off of her sweating body and tossing them to the floor.

"I never thought I'd be doing this to you because I want you more then just for sex" and he started to kiss all over her body, from her lips, to her neck, to her collar, breasts, chest, stomach and lower. He hesitated on her hips, then kissed her "lips" lightly and Ivy moaned loudly. He was laying on top of her, dick poking into her pussy, she was hot, wet, and horny. She was kissing him roughly with her hand snaking down to his crotch, and a whimper came from out of his throat, and he closed his eyes. Ivy kissed and sucked on his neck, scratching her fangs over his throat lightly, leaving a red mark. Draco's hands started wandering all over Ivy's body in a hurry, desire and need rushing out of him. She was so hot, and sweaty, and horny. Putting her hand on the back of his neck, she pulled his face to hers, kissing him hard, causing his lip to bleed, she whispered,

"Fuck me Draco," he whimpered and moaned but nodded his head, and slowly, slides his dick inside of her. More noise of pleasure escaped both of their lips, which were red and swollen. Draco started to rock, causing Ivy to grip the sheets, then he let loose. She practically screamed when he did that, but caught herself, enjoying something she had not had the chance to enjoy in over fifty years, and she had to say, Draco was so far the best she's had. He went harder and harder, then faster and faster, so much so that he was running out of breath quickly, but it felt so good to be inside of this wet goddesses pussy, he kept going. When Ivy could tell they were both about to climax, she- without warning, reached up and bit into Draco hard, and he screamed, she sucked and sucked, getting fucked and his sweet blood at the same time. All this felt so good, Draco finally climaxed and screamed, loud, and this, caused Ivy to do so too. She lay back, out of breath with blood running down her chin, and Draco next to her, breathing ten times more heavier, but his dick still inside of her. His breathing slowed and he turned to look at Ivy, whose eyes were closed. He kissed her lips and she turned to look at him,

"That was the first time any man has ever gotten me off. You really are a sex god Draco." She said smiling and kissing him back. All Draco wanted to do was lay here and hold onto her, never letting go. He found the one person who could drive away the nightmares and the horrors in his life,

"Ivy, can I ask you something?" he said cautiously, looking at her naked form,

"Yes?" she asked him softly, looking into his beautiful silver and blue electric eyes,

"Will you be mine?" he whispered slowly...

"I already am Draco, I already am..." Ivy had tears in her eyes when she was looking at him, he held her close and tight, drawing the covers around them.

"But, I'll die eventually, and then... you'll be left alone, and I'll be without you..." Draco said more thinking out loud than anything,

"Yes, that's true Draco, but what time we'll have together, if you want it, will be worth it..."

"But isn't there some other way, cant you make me like you, please?"

"You don't want this curse Draco, to live forever, and watch everyone around you die... you don't want this..."

"But I want you, and for you, I would do anything, I love you Ivy Craft, and one way or another, I will become a vampyre and you'll never have to be lonely again."

And so it was, now Ivy's young boy, was turning into a man, and she had to say, him being with her forever... well she couldn't think of any better of a Christmas present.

The End