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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.