You are viewing a story from harrypotterfanfiction.com


Mission Impossible by goddess faith

Format: Novella
Chapters: 22
Word Count: 45,520
Status: Abandoned

Rating: Mature
Warnings: Strong Language, Mild Violence, Scenes of a Sexual Nature, Substance Use or Abuse

Genres: Drama, Romance, Young Adult
Characters: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Lupin, Draco, Pansy, George, Blaise (M), OC, OtherCanon
Pairings: Draco/Hermione, Hermione/FredOrGeorge, Hermione/OC, Other Pairing

First Published: 10/09/2007
Last Chapter: 08/14/2009
Last Updated: 08/14/2009

Summary:






<br/><a href="http://i34.tinypic.com/bit6xs.jpg" target="_blank">View Raw Image</a>



The New AMAZING Banner made by Sammm @ TDA

This story is abandoned for now. I completely lost the inspartion to write it. I might pick it back up in the future, but as of right now I am not writing on it.


Chapter 1: The Deaths
  [Printer Friendly Version of This Chapter]

A/N: Hello, readers! I have a few things to say before I get into my new story. The seventh book never happened in this fic. It really made me mad and I think I could write a better fic without it even happening. Another thing, I am getting a beta reader, but don’t have one at the moment, so if you see any misspellings or grammar mistakes, I am sorry.

Chapter One: The Deaths

KABOOM!

Hermione bolted up out of a dead sleep after hearing the sound that night. She looked at the clock long enough to see it was two in the morning before rushing to see what the sound was. She didn’t even bother to slip on a house coat or slippers. She ran down stairs.

She nearly fell down the flight of stairs, wand clutched tightly in her hand. She was trembling at the thought of what it could be. With the war raging on it could be anything. Hermione didn’t think that was likely though. There were thousands of muggles, why would they pick her family to attack. Or at least she hoped.

When she reached the bottom floor it was pitch black. Hermione couldn’t see two feet in front of her face. She began to roam the light for a light switch.

Sllllliiiiitttthhhhheeerrr….

Hermione stopped dead in her tracks as she heard something slithering toward her. What was it? What could it be? She was too frightened to move as the sound grew closer to her. It was soon followed by three pairs of footsteps.

Hermione’s couldn’t breath. She realized that there were other people inside her house. She bit her lip and closed her eyes as tight as she could, hoping they didn’t notice her.

To her fortune, they didn’t. The slither and footsteps went right past her, not even taking the time to see her. Hermione let out a breath of relief after they passed. That was before she remembered something terrible.

Mom and Dad! They are upstairs! What if they are going after them? I have to get to them… but there are there of them. I can’t take on three burglars….

Hermione knew that she had no choice. She knew she couldn’t just sit back and let her parents get murdered. She quickly turned and ran up the stairs, toward the room. The slithering noise had stopped, but Hermione didn’t think anything about it.

“Who the hell…” Hermione heard her father yell. He didn’t finish the sentence though. This made Hermione move quicker up the stairs. When she got to the room, no one noticed her just yet.

Three people in dark clothes formed a circle around her parents bed. She saw her parents in bed, looking terrified. She saw her father was still alive, which was a relief to Hermione. She stood there and watched the event unfolding.

“Tom and Jane Granger?” The hooded person on the right demanded. Hermione knew she had heard the voice somewhere before, but she couldn’t place it. Hermione took a step forward, trying not to make a sound.

“Who are you?” Hermione’s father asked, sounding more scared that angry.

“That is none of your concern, Mr. Granger,” the one of the left replied. The circle began to close in around the bed. Hermione watched closely, not being able to move. She saw them lift their hands.

The have wands! They are deatheaters!

“It was a pleasure doing business with you, folks.” The middle one finally spoke. The voice was low and very cold. It sound more as a snake hiss than it did a human being. Hermione knew who this was instantly.

The Dark Lord! Oh my god! The Dark Lord is in my house! What do I do!

Hermione was froze to her spot. She didn’t know what she was going to do. She couldn’t go in. They would kill her along with her parents. She couldn’t just stand by and watch or they would kill her parents.

Before Hermione had time to figure out what to do the worst happened. Voldemort did the unthinkable.

“Avada Kevrea!” He hissed, followed by a flash of green light that hit her father square in the chest. The sequence was repeated before Hermione even had time to think.

“NO!” Hermione yelled without thinking. The three hooded deatheaters turned around, now staring at a hysterical Hermione. The began to walk toward her and the slithering sound was back again.

“Well well well… look has come out to play…” the right deatheater asked. Hermione looked at him and gasped. She then knew how she had known his voice. It was Zacharias Smith. It shouldn’t have come to that much of a shock to her, but it did. Hermione turned her attention back Volemort. Her vision was blurred by the tears that were now cascading down her face and neck.

“Miss Granger… I been wondering when we would finally get to meet.” Voldemort laughed. Hermione was so upset she didn’t even notice something wrapping around her legs.
“Wh…why… why them!” Hermione yelled, finding strength in her despair. “Th…there are thousand of muggles out there!”

“None of them are the parents of the brains behind Harry Potter.” The evilness replied and Hermione was confused. The circle began to close in around her. Hermione tried to move, but then notice there was something around her feet. She looked down franticly to see a snake there. She nearly screamed.

“Don’t worry, ‘Mione,” Zach mocked. “You won’t feel a thing here in a few moments.”

Hermione opened her mouth to say something to him, but was too late. Her world went black and she heard something very heavy hit something hard.

~*~*~

“Hermione! Hermione! Wake up, Hermione!” Hermione woke up with someone yelling and hitting her face. She opened her eyes to see Fred and George over her. She smiled and sat up, clinging on to George.

“Guys! Oh, I had the most terrible dream…” She burried her head deep in his shirt. “Voldemort was here… he killed my parents. That is silly isn’t it… boy am I glad it was just a…. wait… what are you doing here?” She looked up to see Fred and George exchange skeptical looks.

“Well…” Fred began and Hermione shook her head. She began to cry again.

“No…no…NO!” She yelled. “It can’t be… I would be dead!” George took her in his arms again and Fred put a comforting hand on her back.

“We aren’t for sure why he didn’t kill you, too, Hermione.” Fred replied. “But you are lucky he didn’t.”

“You are going to come stay at our place for now. The rest of the family is on a vacation in Japan.” George explain.

“So pack what you need and we will leave.” Fred finished. Hermione’s head was flying. She couldn’t get her mind wrapped around the fact that her parents were dead and that she was going to stay with the dynamic duo.

Fred got up and helped Hermione to her feet. She walked over to her dresser and pulled out a bag and started to pack without another word.

After about an hour, Hermione had everything packed. She just threw things into random bags, not caring about any of it at the moment. The three of them apparated to Fred and George’s flat.

“Well, Hermione,” Fred finished up the tour. “This is your room.”

Hermione shoved her way in and sat on the bed, throwing her bag in the middle of the floor. She hadn’t said a word since she had arrived and she didn’t plan on saying anything for awhile. Fred got the message and left the room.

A/N: Sorry for the shortness.


Chapter 2: Just hold me
  [Printer Friendly Version of This Chapter]

Chapter Two: Just hold me

Hermione stayed locked in her room for two days. She only emerged to go to the bathroom, but then she went through the house quickly, not to be talked to. She just couldn’t bare to be around anyone right now. Not after how miserably she failed her parents.

On the fourth day that this happened her door opened. She looked up to see Fred standing in the doorway. She sat up, leaning on the headboard.

“George went down to the shop and I got bored.” He explained as he went over and sat down on the bed. “Hermione, you haven’t come out of this room in four days.”

“I know…” Hermione finally said, folding her arms, not looking at him.

“I can’t say I know what you are going through, because I have never lost a parent, let alone both.” Fred tried to comfort. “But I know it must hurt. I have been told it helps to talk.”

“Hmm…”

“What I am saying, is, well… I’m here for you if you want to talk to someone.” He said as he laid his hand on her leg. He didn’t mean this in a sexual way, just as a friend. Hermione tried to force a smile.

“Thank you, Fred,” she sighed. “But I don’t think I am ready to talk right now.”

“You sure? School starts back pretty soon. Better to talk about it now then go to school and not be able to.”

“Stop pushing me!” Hermione yelled at him. “I said I don’t want to talk! Get away from me!”

Fred was taken aback. Hermione had never yelled at him like that. He just stood up, looking a little hurt, and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. Hermione let out a sigh, feeling kind of bad about saying all that to him.

Guilt finally got the best of Hermione. She got up and walked out of her room. She found Fred sitting in the dinning room at the table, surrounded with papers.

“What’s all that?” Hermione asked as she sat down at the table beside of him.

“Stuff for the shop…” Fred said tonelessly, without looking up. Hermione bit her lip, thinking that this wasn’t going to be as easy as she thought.

“Fred… I am sorry.” She then sighed. “I shouldn’t have yelled at you.”

“Hm…” Fred hadn’t looked up one time since Hermione had sat down. This just made her feel worse about what she had done.

“Fred…”

“Stop saying my name like that!” He demanded, just now looking up. “Do you think you are the only one making sacrifices for this war? Do you think you are the only one losing people? I lost Charlie, Lavnder lost both her parents and her brother! You aren’t the only one that is hurting! You are just the only one stopping time to pout about it!” He stood up. “Which is probably doing what the dark lord wants!” Fred jerked his jacket off the back of the chair. “There is meat loaf in the fridge. Heat it up if you get hungry. I am going out. Tell George I’ll be back tomorrow.” With that Fred stormed out of the room and then the flat.

Hermione sat there, still trying to figure out if that really happened. She felt the tears falling down her face. She ran back to her room and locked the door. It seemed this was the only place she was completely safe. Or so she thought.

Twenty minutes later a old, chestnut colored owl tapped on the window. Hermione got up, lazily, and opened the window. The owl flew over to the bed post and rested, holding out it’s foot for Hermione to take the paper that was attached to it. Soon after she did so it flew off.

Hermione unfolded The Daily Prophet and gasped when she found what was inside. Her eyes flew over the words in disbelief. The article was labeled Like Father, Like Son? Then it had a picture of Draco Malfoy staring up from it.

As Hermione read the article she learned that he was set free and would soon return to Hogwarts. The article started off saying that Malfoy had tried to kill Dumbledore, but backed out and went into hiding. They found him in the forest shortly after the alleged attempted. The article went on to say that Malfoy was trialed and explained how The Dark Lord was threatening to kill his parents if he didn’t go along with the evil plan. The article finished with saying he had been found not guilty and would be returning to Hogwarts for his final year.

“This is un-fucking-believable,” Hermione whispered to herself as she threw the paper aside, ignoring the rest. She tried to run a hand through her thick, frizzy hair. It didn’t work to well. It was too knotty. She feel back on her bed, looking up. Was the story true? Had he been threatened? Hermione lay there until she slowly began to lose consciousness.


“Mommy! Daddy! Come here! Hurry! Santa came!” A five year old Hermione shrieked, as she jumped onto the bed. “Hurry!”

“Hermione,” her father laughed as he slide on pants. “We heard you and we are moving as fast as we can.”

Hermione ran back downstairs, being too impatient to wait on her parents. Santa had came and she wanted to see what he had brought right then. She got on her knees under the tree and began to rip the paper off the gifts, revealing baby dolls and make-up kits.

“Hold it up, Sweetheart,” her father had said, holding a camcorder. “So I can get it on tape.”

Hermione held up her brand new baby and gave a toothless smile for the camera.

“Hey, Jane,” her father turned toward her mother who was watching from the couch. “Didn’t Santa leave another gift? Remember, he came in our room and told us to give it to her…”

“I think you are right, Tom,” her mother smiled as she got up. She graciously made her way up the stairs and back down with a brown cardboard box. Hermione looked confused, wondering what else there could be. She had everything she wanted. That is when a brown head popped out of the top of the box.

“A PUPPY!” Hermione yelled, running to meet her mother at the bottom of the stairs. “Let me hold it! Let me hold it!” Hermione shouted, jumping up and down. Her mother lifted the little dog out of the box and handed it to Hermione.

“What are you going to name it, Pumpkin?” Her father asked, video tapping it the whole time.

“Hmm…” Hermione took a long hard look at the dog. “Christmas, after the day I got him.”

The vision of the dog, tree, and the people began to slowly drift away as Hermione regained consciousness. She felt the hot tears swell in her eyes before she ever opened them.

Hermione sat up in bed, holding a pillow tightly to her chest. That Christmas had been one of the best ones of her life. She couldn’t bare to think that she wouldn’t have any more with her parents. They always loved Christmas.

Hermione’s thoughts were interrupted by the door opening. She half expected her father to walk in and ask if she was okay and if she wanted to go get ice cream to make it better. Instead a familiar red head walked into the room. She automatically knew it was Fred. He was the only one that would come into her room without knocking.

“What are you doing in here?” She asked, sniffing. She hated crying in front of people. It made her feel weak and vulnerable.

Hermione heard Fred let out a deep sigh and saw his dark shadow move closer to her. For a minute she wasn’t for sure it was him. She thought it might be a deatheater, because it took him a minute to answer.

“I heard someone crying,” he replied. “I wanted to make sure you are all right…”

“I am fine… just pouting!” Hermione snapped rather harshly. Fred looked down to his feet.

“I deserved that, I guess.” He nodded. “Listen, Hermione… I am sorry for what I said. I guess I was upset myself and I took it out on you.”

“Yeah, you did…”

“You aren’t going to make this easy, are you?” Fred laughed, trying to lighten the mood. Hermione didn’t laugh. She didn’t even crack a smile. After a minute Fred spoke again. “Why are you crying?”

“Bad dream…” Hermione shrugged. It was a lie. It had been a very nice dream, she just hated to wake up from it.

“Oh…”

“It’s my fault my parents are dead.” Hermione blurted out. She didn’t know why. She was angry with Fred, so why would she tell him something like that.

“What?” Fred moved over to her. He placed a hand on her cheek. “Hermione, you had nothing to do with what happened. Your parents died because Voldemort is a very sick bastard.”

“N…no…” Hermione shook her head. “He told me so. He told me he killed them because I was… the brains behind Harry Potter. It was all my fault, Fred.” Hermione was in hysterics again.

“Hermione! Stop this nonsense!” Fred demanded, taking her in his arms. “He said that to make you feel guilty. He was trying to throw you off guard. He killed your parents for the joy of killing. It had nothing to do with you.”

Hermione knew he was just saying that and deep inside he knew it was her fault too. She didn’t argue with him, she didn’t have the strength to. She looked over at a clock and it said it was three thirty AM. She looked back up at Fred.

“It is late.” She pointed out. Fred nodded, but didn’t say anything. He was looking straight into her eyes, hand still caressing her cheek. She saw his face inch closer to hers. She closed her eyes, preparing for their lips to meet. But when they did, it felt like Hermione had been risen up and was floating on a cloud. She felt the electricity shoot through her. Fred slowly pulled back and Hermione looked at him a little confused.

“I should go,” Fred said without an explanation. Hermione caught him by the arm. Fred looked back at her and even though she couldn’t see his face she knew it looked confused.

“Please don’t leave me. I don’t want to be alone.” Pain and despair filled her voice. Fred stood there for a moment and then sighed.

“Do you want me to sit with you?” He asked and she shook her head. “Then what?”

“Just hold me,” Hermione replied simply. She saw the outline of Fred’s mouth smile as he walked over to her bed. She moved over as he laid down next to her. He wrapped his arms around her, protectively.

~*~*~ Fred’s POV

The next morning Fred woke up, alone. He sat up slowly and looked around the room. Where had Hermione gone? He got up slowly and walked into the kitchen. She wasn’t there either. He let out a deep sigh and headed toward the door. He assumed George had went to the shop, but Fred had other things to do that day.

He made his way down the streets of London, heading for a cemetery on the high hill.

~*~*~ Hermione’s POV

Hermione had just went into to town to pick up some feminine items that the guys didn’t have when she saw Fred. She watched as he made his way through the people, looking a bit zoned out. She paid and thanked the cashier and hurried out onto the busy street. She pushed and shoved her way through until she was almost directly behind him. She didn’t want him to know she was there, but she wanted to know where he was going.

She trialed him for about five minutes until they reached their destination. It was a creepy looking cemetery that sat up on a tall hill excluded from the rest of the town. Fred was still oblivious to the fact that anyone was following him. He just kept walking up the hill.

By the time Fred came to a halt, Hermione felt as if her legs were going to fall off. It was a foggy morning, so he still hadn’t seen her; not that he had bothered to even look back.

Hermione stood behind him for a moment, just observing. She watched as Fred looked down on the grave and how his expression stayed the same. The all of a sudden, it broke. Tears began to stream down his face and his mouth twisted into a way Hermione had never seen. She rushed forward, not even thinking about how she should stayed hidden.

“Fred… are you all right?” She questioned, stupidly. He jumped around and looked at her.

“What are you doing here?” Hermione ignored the question. She looked past him to see the name on the stone. Charles Lee Weasley. Hermione suddenly got it. She got why he had come up here. Why his emotions had changed.

“Is there anything I can do?” Hermione asked, biting her lip and taking a step forward.

“Just hold me.”

Chapter 3: Changing
  [Printer Friendly Version of This Chapter]

A/N: This is not my best chapter. It is sort of just to explain a few things. Next chapter will be better! I promise!

Chapter Three: Changing

Hermione paced her room later that night, thinking about her and Fred. She couldn’t deny that she did have feelings for him. But she couldn’t get that night that her parents died out of her head. Voldemort had told her that he had killed her parents because of her. What if he saw how happy Fred made her? Would he try to kill him, too? Hermione couldn’t bare thinking that something like that could happen. She refused to let anything like that happened. Even if that meant telling Fred that they couldn’t work out.

The next morning Hermione waited for Fred in the sitting room. It was around eleven before he ever came out. He smiled and tried to greet her with a kiss. She reluctantly turned her head. He looked at her confused, taking a seat next to her on the couch.

“Is something wrong?” He requested, running a hand over her hair. Hermione let out a deep sigh as she turned toward him.

“Fred… we can’t do this. I can’t do this.”

“Do what?” He asked.

“Us,” Hermione replied. “You are great, don’t get me wrong, but I just can’t. I’m not ready for a boyfriend right now. With my parents dying and school starting back tomorrow. I just can’t take this right now.”

Fred wasn’t looking at her. He seemed quiet interested in the floor tiles. He didn’t look happy. Not one bit.

“So that is it? You are just going to leave it like that?” He didn’t look up once and his tone was harsh. Hermione moved back a little, not for sure what he might do.

“Fred, this isn’t meant to hurt you…” Hermione placed a hand on his arm, trying to help. He jerked away and began to shake his head.

“Yes, you did Hermione!’ He nearly yelled, standing up. He ran a hand through his hair. “You wouldn’t be doing it if you didn’t!”

Fred didn’t even give Hermione another chance to talk. He just stormed out, slamming the door hard behind him. This made a very sleepy George stagger out of his room.

“What the hell is going on out here?” He demanded, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

“Nothing,” Hermione replied, tears streaking her face. George saw this and immediately took a seat beside her.

“What’s wrong?” He questioned. “Is it your parents…”

“No,” Hermione shook her head. She took a deep breath and told George the events of the past two days. When she was done he had a look of astonishment on his face.

“So you and Fred?”

“Mhmm…” Hermione nodded. “But I never meant to hurt him, George. I just don’t want to get close to anyone just incase Voldemort wants to strike again.”

“I understand,” George answered. “Too bad Fred doesn’t.”

“Yeah…”

“Hey, what about Harry and Ron. You are close to them…” Hermione could tell George really wasn’t trying to make her feel worse, but he was doing a good job at it anyway.

She hadn’t even thought of Harry and Ron. What was she going to do? She couldn’t put them in any more danger than they already were. Especially Harry.

Hermione got up and walked out without another word to him. She needed time to think. To clear her had of everything that had happened in the past week.

Hermione roamed the streets of Diagon Ally for over an hour, just wondering what she was going to do. She refused to put anymore of her loved ones in danger, but they weren’t going to leave her alone…

“Unless I make them want to…” Hermione whispered to herself as a plan began to formulate in her head. She checked her watch to see it was only a little after two. She had plenty of time to do everything before tomorrow. She had to hurry though.

Hermione began to look for a potions shop after stopping at Gringotts. When she found one, she hurried in. She had no time to waste. She still had to get to the muggle world.

“Good afternoon,” the man behind the counter greeted. He moved out and walked over to her. “Is there anything I can do for you?”

“Um…” Hermione bit her lip and looked around. “Yes, actually, there is. I need some potions.”

“You came to the right place…” the man said in a rather smartass tone. “What can I get you?”

“A hair growing potions, just one of those. A friz no more. I will need several of those. “ Hermione explained to the man and he nodded, going right to find them. Hermione began to roam the shop while he was gone.

“Here you are ma’am.” The man handed her the potions in a brown bag. Hermione smiled and handed him the money.

“Thank you,” she smiled as she walked out.

Okay, on to the muggle world…

“Excuse me, miss,” a old lady said to Hermione. She turned to look at her. She was behind a table. Hermione soon realized she was selling something. To humor her, she smiled. “You look like a young lady with self esteem problems.”

“Umm…” Hermione wasn’t for sure what to make of that. “Excuse me?”

“Do I have just the thing for you.” The old lady held out a bottle to Hermione. She took it, examining it. Boost. Boost your self-esteem for a week with just a tea spoon. Not tested.

Hermione laughed a little. Who would actually want this… but then again… it would help with her plan. She bit her lip, looking the bottle over again.

“I’ll five,” she heard her voice say. She was a little surprised by this, but didn’t really have a choice.

Her next stop would take a lot longer than that had. The muggle world.

She went into the bathroom at the hair salon and applied the un-friz and growth potion to her hair. She watched as it magically straightened and grew. She turned to look at it and he reached to the middle of her back. She smiled at her work, before putting the potions back into her new purse and walking back out.

“Miss Granger?” A woman asked and Hermione smiled to show it was her. “Franzueia will see you now.” The woman showed Hermione back to a chair with a mirror and hair products.

About five minutes later, a rather gay looking gay swooped in.

“Hello,” he cooed as he walked up behind her. She looked at him through the mirrior. “What can I do for you today?”

“Ummm… about an inch off and pink highlights.” Hermione replied, biting her lip. This was very extreme for a girl like her.

She spent a little over an hour there and then made her way to a local mall. The time was pushing on six o’clock and Hermione hadn’t even gotten half the things she wanted to do done.

She went to the make-up show first. She got make-up and books that had tips and suggestions. After that she made her way to the clothes. Yes, she had to wear a uniform at Hogwarts, but she still could change when classes were over or on the weekends. She was thankful that she got so much money in her parents’ will.

As she walked out of Hollister, it was eight o’clock. She had to get back home and pack! She rushed out of the mall and back to Diagon Ally and up to Fred and George’s flat.

Fred was sitting in the living room, but she didn’t notice. She was in to big of a hurry.

She pulled out her trunk from under her bed and began to throw things in it. Viles, books, and robes flew around the room.

“Hermione…” Fred trailed off as he entered the room. Hermione didn’t stop what she was doing. “Ple…what did you do to your hair?”

“I died it.” Hermione sighed, as if she were bored of him. She closed her trunk, finished with her packing. She went over and sat on the bed, looking at him.

“I talked to George.”

“Oh really? What did he have to say?” Hermione acted as if she didn’t already know.

“He told me about your conversation with him.” Fred replied, walking over and sitting beside her. “I can take care of myself. Don’t feel that you can’t be with me, because you can. You aren’t putting me in anymore danger than I am already.”

“Fred, that had nothing to do with you.” Hermione lied. “Please leave my room. I have a train to catch in the morning. So, I need sleep. Get out.”

Fred sat there for a minute and Hermione gave annoyed sigh, as if telling him to get out again. She didn’t know why she was being so mean, but she knew it had to be this way. It just had to be. Her plan couldn’t work if it didn’t.

A/N: Again, I’ll say, I don’t like this chapter, so it is okay if you don’t. It is like the glue to the next chapter, which I promise will be better than this one. Please review!

Chapter 4: Back to school
  [Printer Friendly Version of This Chapter]

Chapter Four: Back to school

Fred was gone when Hermione woke up. She guessed that was for the best. George escorted her to the train station.

“You are coming back to the Burrow for Christmas, right?” He asked as he hugged her good-bye.

“Of course,” Hermione replied, hugging him back. She looked up at him, thinking how much him and Fred really did look alike. She didn’t see how anyone told them apart.

“He is just depressed, you know?” George whispered as they pulled away. Hermione was confused for a moment, then understood.

“Yeah…” she didn’t want to talk about Fred. She couldn’t handle it right now. “I’ll see you at Christmas.” She turned to walk into the barrier.

“Hey, ‘Mione,” George called and Hermione turned around. “I like your hair.” Hermione smiled.

“Thanks.” She replied before running into the barrier. She didn’t even realize that it would be her last time doing so.

When she got onto the platform she pulled out the Boost potion. She had a feeling that she would need it long before she got to Hogwarts.

After she took the potion she began to make her way up to the train. She was a bit self-conscious. She didn’t want everyone thinking she was trying to be something she wasn’t, or something like that.

“Hermione?” She heard someone ask in disbelief behind her. She turned around to see Harry, Ron, and Ginny gocking at her. She gave a small shrug and a bored smile.

“Yeah…”

“You look…” Ginny started.

“Different,” Ron finished. They hadn’t moved from their spots, still looking at her. Hermione, getting tired of them looking at her like that, let out a deep sigh.

“It was good seeing you guys. Bye.” She then turned and began to walk up to the train. She didn’t want to stand around and hear them talk about what they thought of her new look and how their summers were. It got quite boring.

On the train, Hermione searched for a compartment. They were all full or had people in them that she would rather not sit with. She began to make her way back up to the top of the train when she heard a whistle behind her.

“Hey, hottie in the blue,” a guy yelled at her. “You can sit with us if you want.”

Hermione smirked as she began to turn around. Her look had apparently worked.

“I would…” Hermione began, but stopped, jumping back. When she got turned around to see who it was, she was stunned. Draco Malfoy stood there, looking a little confused at why she stopped. “Malfoy?”

“Do I know you?”

“Yeah, you do… ferret.” Hermione added, not to be mean, but to tell him who she was. His mouth dropped.

“Granger?!” He asked in disbelief. Hermione smirked at his reaction and nodded. Draco was joined by Zabini and Goyle, who was staring at Hermione, too.

“Invite still open?” She raised an eyebrow. She could tell there was a war going on up in Draco’s mind. She could tell that he couldn’t get his mind around how she changed like that. She kept the smirk as she slowly began to strut over to him. She ran her index finger along side of his face. “Not to worry…I’m not the same mudblood you think I am.”

“Mudblood?” Goyle asked in disbelief. “You’re a mudblood?”

“No, silly,” Hermione laughed shaking her head. “My parents lied to me. I found my birth certificate. I am pure blood.” Hermione had lied. Nothing like that had really happened, but she had to do something. These people needed to except her if her plan was ever going to work.

She looked back at Draco, who still looked a little confused. Blaise and Goyle looked all for letting her go in, but he didn’t look so sure.

“Why the sudden change?” Draco requested at last. Hermione just shrugged her shoulders.

“I guess I just wanted to act on my heritage. My parents lied to me and that pissed me off. Gave me a bad look on muggles and their disgusting kids…” Hermione explained, hoping they bought all that shit she just loaded in. Draco studied her again, before his face broke out in a smile.

“Come on in,” he motioned for her to enter. Blaise and Goyle wore smiles as they watched her enter.

Inside Hermione saw that their were already a crowd of Slytherins there. Pansy snarled her nose as she watched her enter.

“Nice look, Granger,” she hissed and Hermione jumped back. How come she was the only one that could see it was her?

“Pansy,” Hermione nodded as she took a seat. Draco and Blaise sat down on either side of her.

“Don’t look so jealous,” Draco told Pansy, rolling his eyes. Pansy folded her arms.

“She might have changed her look, but she is still a mudblood!” Pansy protested again. Blaise opened his mouth, but Hermione thought it time to defend herself.

“A lot you know, Parkinson.” Hermione smirked. “Guess you couldn’t hear it though. And here I thought dogs have good hearing.”

“Dog? I am not a dog!” Pansy yelled over dramatically.

“Do you not own a mirror?” Hermione asked and the rest of the room burst with laughter.

“Hmph!” Pansy folded her arms and sat back. Hermione rolled her eyes, not thinking twice about Pansy. She turned to the others, who all seemed to have taken a interest in her. She raised an eyebrow.

“What? You act like you have never seen a girl before,” Hermione said, folding her arms and leaning back. If there was one thing that she couldn’t stand it was people staring at her.

“Well… we haven’t seen you before…” Blaise finally said. Hermione laughed. “I’m serious. We thought you were a know-it-all mudblood. We had no idea this lay beneath all that.” He motioned to her body. Hermione smirked(she seemed to be doing that a lot lately) and moved closer to him.

She moved her lips closer to his ear and was about to whisper something when they were interrupted.

“Hermione! What the hell!” A boy yelled and Hermione rolled her eyes. She knew before she even turned to see who it was. Ron, Harry, and Ginny had come.

“In case you haven’t notice,” Hermione sighed, turning around and standing up. “We don’t allow blood traitors in this compartment.”

“Wh… what are you talking about?” Ginny questioned.

“Did I stutter?” Hermione folded her arms, looking right into Ginny’s eyes.

“You have got to be kidding. Hermione, do they have you under some kind of spell?” Ron requested, taking her by the shoulder. She jumped and jerked away.

“Don’t touch me, Weasel!” Hermione shrieked. She then began to walk backward and stopped when she came to Blaise. “You know, I don’t know what I ever saw in you. You are scraggy, not to mention poor, and the biggest blood traitor there is.” She went and sat on Blaise’s lap. “Me, I need a real man.” She could see tears well up in Ron’s eyes. She knew she had hit a nerve. She bent down and kissed Blaise and then heard Ron and Ginny storm out of the room. That left Harry. She stood up, looking at him.

“What has happened to you, Hermione?” Harry sounded concerned, but he also sounded angry.

“I saw reality, Harry,” she answered. “Something you have yet to see.”

“You don’t think I see reality?!” Harry yelled.

“I know you don’t. You are Harry Potter. You have things handed to you on a silver platter. I think you make up your scar hurting half the time, just to get attention.” Hermione folded her arms. She felt kind of bad, but not much. She wasn’t for sure why though. She guessed because she knew she was doing this to keep them safe. Harry looked hurt and angry. He shot Draco a look and then turned around and walked out.

“Not bad, for a new timer.” Draco nodded and motioned for her to sit back down. “You will have all year to work on it though.”

“Mhm…” Hermione looked out the window, kind of bored. “Y’all are getting kind of boring.”

“What?” Draco yelped.

“You heard me,” Hermione looked at him. “I am bored.”

“Um…” The wheels in Draco’s head were turning again.

“Um?” Hermione questioned, unsatisfied. She wasn’t for sure what all that potion done to her, but she liked it. She would never be able to act like this on her own.

“We could go terrorize the first years,” Blaise suggested, but Hermione rolled her eyes.

“Come on, people. We are seventh years, not fifth years.”

“We need to be getting changed into our robes,” Blaise finally said after checking his watch. Hermione just sighed and shook her head. Everyone got up and walked out, heading for the bathroom, robes in hand.

“Hermione, are you coming?” Pansy asked, pausing at the door.

Did she just call me Hermione? And she isn’t sounding mean…
“No, I’m going to change in here.” Hermione replied and Pansy nodded, going on out of the door. Hermione walked over and shut the door the rest of the way, before pulling out her robes.

As Hermione began to undress, she didn’t hear the door slide open and then closed again.

“I must have missed a lot at that prefect meeting…” a male voice said from behind her. Hermione jumped around to look at him. He was about the same height as Draco and Blaise. He had dark teak-colored hair that fell into his eyes. He looked like he worked out a lot, muscle bulging out from his robes. Hermione’s breath caught.

“Umm…” She was the one to stammer this time. She hadn’t prepared for a guy who looked like him. She then noticed him staring at her body. She looked down and nearly cursed. She was still in her underwear. “Sorry,” she rushed and put on her top and skirt.

“Oh, don’t worry about it. I really didn’t mind.” The boy laughed with a suggestive smile.

“I’m Hermione,” Hermione smiled, trying to hide her blush.

“Aiden. Aiden Lawless,” he bowed a little, Hermione guessed it was for a joke. “Are you a Slytherin?”

“No,” Hermione replied, taking in a deep breath. “Gryffindor.”

“Where are the others?” Aiden questioned, looking around, apparently bored of their little conversation.

“Went to change into their robes,” Hermione replied. She then smiled seductively and began to walked over to him. She raised her hand ran it through his thick hair. “Am I so terrible to talk to?”

“I didn’t say that,” Aiden smiled as he watched her movements. Hermione leaned up to kiss him, but he turned his head, so she got his cheek. “You will soon come to see I am not like most Slytherins. So don’t try your little fast moving, sleep-with-every-guy tricks on me. They won’t work.” He pushed her back a little and went to sit down.

Hermione stood there, a little taken aback. Did he just say that to her? She ran a hand through her hair, thinking of something to say. Nothing came. What could she say? She had already tried to kiss him. She thought all Slytherin guys were the same. She took a seat on the other side of the compartment and waited on the others.

It was about five minutes before the others began to file in again. It seemed like the longest five minutes of Hermione’s life.

“You all right, ‘Mione?” Draco requested as he sat down beside her.

“Huh? Yeah,” she nodded. ‘Mione? Since when did Draco call her that?

“I see you met Aiden,” Draco pointed over. Aiden looked up at the sound of his name.

“Yeah… we met…” Hermione trailed off, keeping her eyes on Aiden’s. He held her gaze for a moment before looking away.

“Did I miss something?” Draco looked from one to the other. Before Hermione or Aiden had time to answer, the train came to a halt. Hermione jumped up and almost flew to the door.

“’Mione, wait up!” Pansy called as she grabbed her purse.

Why is everyone calling me that?!
Hermione paused for a second, letting Pansy get her things and ready to walk off the train.

Picking a carriage with the Slytherin’s wasn’t an easy task. If it looked too old they wouldn’t ride in it. If it looked too new they wouldn’t ride in it. On one, Pansy said the wheel’s wasn’t the same size.

She would freak out if she could see the creatures driving them. Hell, she would probably swim across the lake instead of riding in a carriage pulled by something as ugly as she is.

As Pansy complained about one that was too small, Hermione walked to the front to see the horse like creature. She could see them now and saw what Harry had been talking about. They were beautiful in their own way. She raised a hand to pet one.

“Most people are scared of them.” Aiden informed from behind her. She turned around.

“You can see them?”

“Yeah…” he trailed off, his eyes kind of hazy. He then shook it off. “We got a carriage.”

Chapter 5: Aiden the mystery
  [Printer Friendly Version of This Chapter]

A/N: Hello all of my wonderful readers! Here is the fifth chapter. I won’t be able to write for about two weeks though. I am going out of town for the Christmas holidays. Sorry! Enjoy chapter five and I will have more chapters to come. I am also going to post a new story called Beautiful Soul when I get back. It is a Rose/Scorpious fic. So check it out if you like this story. Please R/R! I love hearing from you.

Chapter Five: Aiden the mystery

When Hermione arrived at Hogwarts, she didn’t go to the Gryffindor table. She walked up to the big table at the front, searching for the new headmaster. She didn’t expect what she found.

“May I help you?” Hermione turned around to see Lupin. She smiled.

“Remus!” She exclaimed. “I am looking for the headmaster.”

“You found him.” Remus informed. “What can I do for you, Hermione?”

“You are…” Hermione began, but decided against it. She didn’t have much time before the sorting ceremony started. “I want to switch houses.”:

“What?” Remus laughed. “You are kidding?”

“No,” Hermione shook her head. “I want to be in Slytherin.”

“Why?” Remus looked shocked. Hermione sighed and motioned for him to follow her into a small room.

“Just think what this could do,” Hermione whispered, still not sure who could be listening. “I can get to know who are deatheaters and what their plan is. It could do works for the Order.”

“That is why you are wanting to do this?” Remus questioned, looking a little unsure.

“Yes,” Hermione lied. “I have already told them a bunch of bullshit about my parents not being my real parents. They think I am prueblood.” Hermione explained.

“What would you tell other people? I can’t let everyone switch houses, Hermione.” Remus tried to make her see.

“Tell them that the sorting hat made a mistake. It put me in a different house…” Hermione shrugged.
“Tell them anything. They’ll believe it.” They are that stupid.

Remus stood there thinking about it for a minute. Hermione could tell he didn’t want her to do this.

“Fine,” he finally caved in. “I will let you do this. ONLY because you are with the order.”

“Thanks!” Hermione cheered and turned to go.

“Hermione,” Remus grabbed her arm. “Be careful. This could be very dangerous. Don’t get too caught up in it. Remember why you are doing it.”

“Yeah, okay. Bye,” Hermione said, waving her hand. She could care less what he had to say. He already agreed to her terms and she had a whole different plan of her own.

She didn’t look over at the Gryffindor table as she walked out of the room. She just held her head high and glided over to the Slytherin’s table.

“What are you doing over here?” Draco asked, shocked, as she sat down across from him.

“Long story short, I am a Slytherin now.” Hermione sighed, not wanting to go through the whole sorting hat story. Everyone was looking at her like they expected her to do something. “I will go if you want…”

“No!” Blaise nearly yelled. “Um… no… we want you here.”

“Yeah,” Draco and Pansy nodded. Hermione looked over at Aiden, who seemed pretty interested in the sorting hat ceremony. Three out of four wasn’t bad, Hermione decided. Plus, Aiden had plenty of time to come around.

“Are you coming to the game tonight?” Pansy questioned Hermione after the last person was sorted.

“Game? What game?”

“Truth or dare night. We have it every year on the first night of school.” Blaise explained. Hermione looked around at them.

“Yeah, sure.” She nodded as the food appeared. She was surprised at how fast they had accepted her. She thought she would have to work a lot harder than what she did.

“We have it in the Slytherin common room after everyone else goes to bed.” Draco informed her and she nodded. She was wondering about classes the next day, but didn’t want to give them a reason to think that she was the same girl she was. She just smiled and finished dinner.

~*~*~

Hermione sat by the fire in the common room, waiting on the others. It was twelve o’clock and the last person that wasn’t playing had left. That is when the room began to fill again.

Hermione watched as Draco and Blaise took their seats first. Then came Pansy, then Aiden. And Daphne, Goyle, Crabbe, and two new girl’s sat down. Looking around Hermione noticed that they had made a circle.

Pansy took out a bottle and laid it in the middle. No one said anything for a moment and Hermione was beginning if they were even going to explain how to play.

“All right,” Pansy finally said. “You will spin the bottle and whoever it lands off has to pick truth or dare. The one that spun the bottle has to give them whichever they pick. Then, after the person has answered the question or done their task, they spin the bottle. The next person will do the same. Understand?”

They all nodded in unison. Hermione thought she had it, but wasn’t for sure. She planned on watching for a few turns to learn how to play properly. Fate had another plan for her.

“’Mione, you go first,” Pansy insisted as she pushed the bottle toward Hermione. Hermione looked up in shock.

“Me?”

“Duh,” Pansy rolled her eyes. “Spin!”

Hermione sighed and took the bottle, spinning it around the circle. It seemed like it only took it a minute to stop. When it did it was on Blaise. Hermione smiled and Blaise looked surprised, but smiled back.

“Truth or dare,” Hermione asked, ideas already stirring in her head.

“Um… dare,” Blaise replied, a little unsure.

“Uh…” Hermione tried to think . What would be a good dare for Blaise? “I dare you to… um… I don’t know… kiss Pansy.”

“Amateur,” Hermione heard one of the new girls whisper to the other. She thought about saying something, but sided against it.

Blaise just shrugged it off and kissed Pansy, keeping his eyes closed. Hermione thought it was because he was trying not to picture how ugly her pug face was. He sat back down in the circle and spun.

The game went on for about two hours before Pansy let out a fierce yawn and declared that everyone was tried and the game was over. She then took the bottle and went up to the girl’s dorm. Hermione sat there wondering why she was the boss of everything, but didn’t question it. Everyone began to head up to their respected dorms.

As Hermione got closer to the girl’s stairway she cast a look back over her shoulder and noticed that Aiden wasn’t moving toward his dorm, but sitting down on the sofa. She raised an eyebrow, wondering why. Curiosity finally began to kill her as she got half way up the stairs, so she turned back and went back to the fire.

“Why aren’t you going up to bed?” She requested as she sat down the chair opposite him. He looked up, not seeming shocked that she had shown up.

“I can ask you the same thing.” He answered, looking back toward the simmering fire.

“Well I saw that you weren’t going up and I thought I would make sure that you were all right.” Hermione looked down at her feet, feeling kind of ashamed, but not for sure why. She bit her lip, looking back up at him.

“I am fine,” he assured her. “Don’t let anybody else hear you talking like that though. If you want to be taken as a real Slytherin, then you will need to act like one.”

“You don’t,” she pointed out, fighting up an argument.

“That is different, though. I belong in Slytherin for what I am.” He explained and Hermione watched the pain and seriousness cross his face. She was rather confused by it.

“What do you mean ‘for what you are’?” Hermione pushed on, but Aiden shook his head.

“Never mind,” he stood up, looking at Hermione. “You will do good not to ask questions about me. Trust me, I am not someone you want to get very acquainted with.”

“Bu…” Hermione began to argue, but Aiden was already half way up the stairs. She let out a deep sigh of confusion, before heading up to her dorm as well.

The next morning came too soon for Hermione. She could have used an extra hour to sleep in, but knew she couldn’t miss breakfast. She had to ask Aiden about last night.

Funny thing was, Aiden wasn’t at breakfast that morning. Hermione asked Draco where he was, but all he said was he didn’t know. It wasn’t like Hermione could go look for him though. She had to eat and get to class.

Draco walked her to her first class and sat beside her. To her misfortune Aiden wasn’t in there.

“’Mione, are you okay?” Draco asked and Hermione winched at the nickname. She smiled and turned to face him.

“Umm… yeah, I just didn’t get enough sleep, I guess.” Hermione replied.

“Oh…” Draco looked down at his paper and then back at her. “Do you like Blaise?”

“What?” Hermione laughed a little.

“Do you like Blaise?” He questioned again.

“Why would you ask me that?”

“You kissed him and said that stuff about wanting a real man and all. I just wondered if you liked Blaise like that.” Draco tried to explain.

“I don’t know, Draco,” Hermione confessed. “I am not sure about any of my feelings right now.”

“Oh,” Draco replied, sounding deeply disappointed.

After classes Hermione started on her search for Aiden. She tried down by the lake, but all she found there was Harry and Ron, whom she was trying to avoid. Thankfully they didn’t see her. After that she tried to Courtyard where many went to do their homework, but still no Aiden. Then she felt really stupid. She had forgotten that the Slytherin’s were holding qudditch practice at the pitch. Hermione raced to the pitch.

To her disbelief, Aiden wasn’t there. She found all the Slytherin guys, but no Aiden. She asked about it and they told her that Aiden never went out for the team. Hermione found this very odd. Aiden had the body of a qudditch god, but didn’t play qudditch.

Hermione searched the school high and low looking for him. She finally found him in the most unlikely spot for a Slytherin. The library.

“I don’t get you. First I find out you can see the horses that pull the carriages, then you leave me with that mystery sentence last night, without showing up for breakfast to explain it. Then I find out you aren’t on the qudditch team with a body like yours and now I find you in the library. Come on, no Slytherin studies. What is up with you. Are you like Peter Parker, trying to cover up something?”

“Peter Parker?” Aiden questioned, still not seeming at all surprised by her sudden entrance.

“You know, Spiderman. He had that identity so everyone else wouldn’t know he was Spiderman.” Hermione explained.

“You are comparing me to a comic book character?” Aiden cocked an eyebrow.

“Well it has to be something like that. I only met you yesterday and yet you are the most mysterious guy I know. That only happens when someone is a super hero.” Hermione tried to explain her reasoning, but Aiden let out a small chuckle.

“You believe in super heroes?” He flipped through a page in his book.

“It is possible. I mean, after finding out witches and wizards were real, I don’t rule out anything.” Hermione retorted. “So for all I know, you could be a super hero.”

Aiden snapped the book shut and shook his head slowly, looking up to meet her eye. Again she saw something deep. Pain, confusion, but most of all, regret. Or what she thought was regret.

“What if I am the complete oppiste?” He questioned his voice serious.

“What do you mean?” Hermione shot back, laughing a little.

“What if I am not a super hero. What if I am the villain?” And before Hermione could answer, again in two days, he got up and walked away, leaving Hermione standing there, thinking about what he had said. It really didn’t make any since to her at that moment.

A/N: All right you all. I gave you a huge hint to Aiden in the last part. I know at least one of you will get it, but please don’t ruin it for the rest. I hope you liked it. I will post again when I get back in town. Byez.

Chapter 6: Confusing night
  [Printer Friendly Version of This Chapter]

A/N: Hey, I am back! Thank you all for reviewing! I was so excited to see the reviews and that the story is a favorite of 30 people! You all are awesome! The story only gets weirder from here, though. So keep reading and reviewing! Enjoy…

Chapter Six:

“What if I am not a super hero. What if I am the villain?”

The words were still ringing in Hermione’s head as if he had said them two minutes ago. In reality it had been two days. Aiden had been avoiding her and to be completely honest, Hermione didn’t want to see him until she figured out what he meant by his statement. It was nerve wracking and it made Hermione wish she had never even went looking for him after she talked to him that night in the common room. If she had been smart and had been acting like a Slytherin she wouldn’t have. But the Gryffindor in her had to roar it’s ugly head.

“’Mione?” a voice asked, snapping her out of her reoccurring thought. Hermione jumped a little and turned to face Pansy. “Are you even listening to me?”

“Uh…” Hermione stuttered. “Am I supposed to be? I mean seriously, you ramble so much, how am I supposed to know when I am supposed to listen?”

Being a Slytherin was coming easier to Hermione more and more as she hung around with them.

“Well…” Pansy looked confused, hurt, and a little mad. “What?”

“Ugly and dumb,” Hermione laughed. “Hope you didn’t plan on getting married.” Hermione shut her charms book and stood up, slinging her bag over her shoulder with a last smirk toward Pansy. She then walked out of the room leaving Pansy dumbfounded.

Being Slytherin defiantly has its perks. Hermione thought as she walked down the hall. As she did this she ran right into someone, knocking them both down. Hermione’s new Slytherin instincts kicked in immediately.

“Hey, watch where you are going!” She yelled, standing up, brushing herself off.

“Well excuse me, your highness.” A familiar voice hissed back at her. Hermione slung her hair out of her face to look and see who it was. Her stomach dropped to her feet when she saw the black haired boy staring with anger at her. She bit her lip. She knew this time was going to come, but she liked it being just an idea instead of reality.

“Excuse me?” She tried playing off the Slytherin act.

“The new Slytherin Princess can’t make a mistake, can she? It isn’t possible that you ran into me.” Sarcasm dripped from every word that came out of Harry’s mouth as he picked up his books that he had dropped.

“Uh…” Hermione stumbled for words, his hostility catching her off guard.

“Yeah,” Harry rolled his eyes and just walked away. Hermione stood there, staring at his retreating back for a long time. She really hadn’t expected him to be like that.

She went up to the girl’s dorm and sat on her bed, thinking about it. Harry did have every right to be angry. She had treated him and the rest of her friends terribly. She had to though, but she knew they wouldn’t understand.
After about an hour of wallowing in self pity Hermione got up to go to dinner. She had been so preoccupied with the Harry situation she had forgotten all about Aiden.

He wasn’t at dinner. Hermione began to realize the only meal she had ever seen him come to was the first night they were there and even then he didn’t eat anything. Hermione gasped as she came to realization of what Aiden was.

“Aiden!” She yelled as she found him in the common room reading a book. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Tell you what?” Aiden replied calmly, putting a bookmark in his book and looking up at her.

“You know being anorexic doesn’t make you a villain! It makes you sick! You need help!” Hermione threw her hands up and Aiden began to laugh. “This isn’t funny! Are you crazy?!”

“No, but I think you might be.” Aiden chuckled as he stood up, towering over her. Hermione looked up at him, her eyes fearless, her heart beating wildly.

“I am not crazy!” She replied, her voice still loud. Aiden let out a deep sigh and rolled his eyes.

“I am not anorexic, Hermione,” he informed her. She crossed her arms and stared up at him.

“Of course you are going to say that! You don’t want anyone to know.”

“Trust me,” Aiden suddenly got serious. “If you knew, you would only wish that I was anorexic.” With that Aiden walked away, leaving Hermione with a weird and tempting question, yet again. She stared at his back, still too confused to say anything.

“What is that supposed to mean?” Hermione whispered to herself as she sat out by the lake later on that afternoon.

“Um… Hermione, are you okay?” Blaise asked, walking up behind her. She turned around and looked at him, letting out a deep sigh.

“Yeah, just seriously confused.” Hermione confessed, but shook her head. “It isn’t important. What are you doing out here?”

“I actually came to see you,” Blaise informed her. “I wanted to know if you had any plans tomorrow night.”

“No,” Hermione replied.

“Would you want to go to the Three Broomsticks with me then?” The question caught Hermione off guard. She had been so into figuring out Aiden she had completely forgotten about her mission.

“Tomorrow is Sunday,” she pointed out.

“I know,” Blaise replied with a sly grin. Hermione laughed a little.

“I am in, if you can find a way out of this place.” She replied and Blaise nodded, before turning around and started to walk off. He then turned around.

“Meet me in the common room tomorrow night at nine.” He told her and didn’t wait for an okay, before turning around and walking away.

When Hermione decided to retire to the common room later that night, she hadn’t been expecting for Draco to be waiting on her. She smiled and nodded toward him, but he just stared back at her. She saw anger and, but she wasn’t sure, fear in his eyes.

“I am not sure of my feelings,” Draco mocked in a girly voice. “Do you remember saying that to me?”

“Huh…” Hermione stumbled, trying to figure out what Draco was talking about.

“The other day you told me you weren’t for sure about your feelings and then today I find out you are going out on a date with Blaise tomorrow night!” Draco’s voice grew more angry with every word he spoke.

“So…” Hermione trailed off, not understanding why Draco was all worked up over it.

“So!” Draco exclaimed, gathering the attention of the people around them. “You lied to me!”

“I did not!” Hermione’s voice rising to meet his. “I’m not sure about my feelings!”

“Then why are you going out with Blaise and not me?” Draco yelled back.

“You never asked!” Hermione shouted back.

“What?” Draco’s voice calming down.

“You didn’t ask. Blaise did, I had no idea you wanted to.” Hermione explained and Draco folded his arms.

“I am supposed to ask now?” He questioned, raising his eyebrow.

“Yes,” Hermione said this as it was obvious. “I am not like many of these sluts around here. I’m not going to beg you to go out with me. Either you want to or not, your choice.” With that she went up to the girl’s dorm.

Hermione found a letter on her bed. The envelope said it was from Fred Weasley. Hermione stood there, just staring at it for a moment, before picking it up. She gently opened and unfolded the letter in it.

Hermione,
I’m not sure why I am writing this… I have been thinking about you a lot lately. I don’t like the things we, or I should say, I left things the last day we saw each other. I am really sorry about the way I reacted. My feelings were, still are , so strong for you that I couldn’t take the words you were saying. George told me that you would be coming back Christmas, but that seems like a century away. I was wondering if you could came back next weekend? I really need to talk to you, Hermione. Please write back and let me know. I’ll be waiting.
Love,
Fred

Come back next weekend? Hermione had forced herself to push Fred out of her mind in sake of the mission. Seeing him would only upset her. She couldn’t just not go though. She really did want to see Fred and George again, because she was sure that the rest of the Weasley’s hated her from all the stories Ron and Ginny probably filled their heads with. Hermione pulled out a quill and parchment and wrote, I’ll be there. She then headed toward the owlery, making sure not to be seen by Draco.

After she sent the letter off, Hermione went over to the big glassless window, looking out. It was a cool night, but not cold. She stared over the still campus and wondered how it could be so quiet when hours before it was so loud. Right before Hermione turned to head back, something caught her eye. A glint of brown and red. She watched as the glint grew larger. Hermione’s eyes widened with fear, wondering what it could be. Maybe it was the Dark Lord coming to take over the school. Hermione had to warn someone. She couldn’t move though, she was froze to the spot.

You can imagine, after thinking it was the Dark Lord and deatheaters, Hermione was quite shocked to see Aiden walking out of the Forbidden Forrest. His robes were splattered with blood and Hermione noticed the look on his face. It was a look of regret and anger. Hermione thought about what she was seeing for a minute.

His eyes glanced up toward the window and Hermione ducked, hoping he didn’t see her. She hadn’t come to a conclusion about what had happened in the woods, but she knew she didn’t want him to see her. She peeked back over the edge to see if he was till there. To her relief he wasn’t.

“What are you doing? Is spying your new hobby?” A harsh voice asked and Hermione snapped back around to see Aiden standing a few feet from her.

“Wh… how… huh?” Hermione stuttered, wondering how Aiden had gotten up about seven floors in five seconds.

“Are you spying on me!” Aiden demanded. Hermione had never seen someone so angry. It scared her so bad she couldn’t speak, she just shook her head. “Then what are you doing up here?”

Hermione couldn’t say anything, she was too afraid. He still had blood splattered on him and he was sweaty. Hermione’s mind was flying with scenarios. He could have killed someone!

“What are you doing up here?” He questioned again through gritted teeth. Hermione still couldn’t say anything. She opened her mouth, but nothing came out. “Don’t say a word about what you saw tonight, understand?” Hermione just nodded.

“A..A…A…” She stumbled, not able to say his name. He took a step closer to her before saying anything else. Hermione couldn’t get if that was to intimidate her or to make sure she heard him.

“I didn’t kill anybody.” He assured her, as if he had read her mind. “You best just give it a rest with me, all right? Before you get yourself hurt.”

The statement scared Hermione, but she knew that she couldn’t stay away now even if her life was at stake. She just had to know what Aiden Lawless was hiding. She watched as he walked out of the room and stayed there for a minute. She wasn’t even for sure if she could move. She expected to wake up in her bed and have all this be a dream, but when an owl dropping hit her on the head she realized the reality of it all.

The next morning she steered clear of Aiden. She didn’t have any trouble during breakfast, seeing as he wasn’t even there. It wasn’t until that afternoon did she ran into him. His eyes looked dark and he looked tired.

He just scolded at her and kept walking. It sent a cold chill up Hermione’s spine, but she wasn’t for sure why. She looked at her watch and noticed she had to get ready for her date.

Chapter 7: The shocking secret
  [Printer Friendly Version of This Chapter]

A/N: I am so sorry about the wait. I have a lot going on. Thursday is my 18 bday and I have a lot to do, so it might be a little while before I post again, but have no fear. I will still post! This is a warning. The first of this chapter is a bit slow. Aiden secret is revealed but I had to put in the other stuff to make it longer.

Chapter Seven: The shocking secret

“Hermione?!” Someone yelled, snapping her out of her daze. Hermione looked at Blaise, who seemed annoyed. She didn’t blame him, though. This was the fourth time she had let her mind wonder away from him. 

“I am sorry,” she apologized and then sighed. “It has been a long day.” She tried to pass of, but knew he wouldn’t buy it. 

“Hermione, do you even want to be here?!” He nearly yelled, making many of the people in the Three Broomsticks look at them. Hermione pushed back in her chair, a little surprised. “Would you rather be back at Hogwarts with Draco?” 

“What?” Hermione questioned and then sighed. “Why do you two have such a rivalry?”

“We don’t!” Blaise defended, but then took a deep breath. “Let’s not get into this here.”

“All right,” Hermione nodded in agreement. She bit her lip, not for sure if she should bring up the topic that she brought up next. “Um… do you know why Aiden never went out for the qudditch team?”

“Huh?” Blaise requested, confused at the change of conversation. “Um… he says he doesn’t play. If you ask me, I think he is afraid of heights.”

“Afraid? Aiden?” Hermione shook her head, not believing it. “He seems so fearless.”

“Nobody is fearless, Hermione.”

Hermione thought about that quote that night as she tried to go to sleep. So Aiden did fear something, but what was it? Hermione shook the thought from her mind as she turned over and gave another fruitless attempt to go to sleep. 

The next day drug on. Hermione was very relived to reach her last class of the day, Defense Against the Dark Arts. She didn’t even pay attention. She just wrote down her homework and went on. She went straight for her dorm where she intended on catching up on the sleep she missed the night before. Fate wasn’t so kind, though. She ran right into Draco on her way through the common room.

“Hey, ‘Mione,” He smiled at her. She looked up at him, confused. Wasn’t he the same guy that blew up at her the other night in the common room. 

“Draco,” she nodded and tried to move around him. Draco stepped to the side, blocking her. She sighed and folded her arms, looking back up at him. “Do you need something?”

“Uh…” Draco studdered, looking around for a moment. “Have you seen Blaise?”

“No… I haven’t,” Hermione replied and tried again to go around him. He blocked her again. “Draco, please move.” Draco didn’t budge, though. He just stood there, looking at Hermione. She sighed, feeling a tad bit uncomfortable. 

“Um…” Draco stuttered again. Hermione found this very odd, since Draco Malfoy, Slytherin Prince, never stuttered. Or even looked nervous for that matter. “I was wondering. Would you like to go on the Hogsmade trip with me this weekend?”

“Draco…” Hermione trailed off. She would have thought Blaise would have told him what a terrible date she was and they would both drop it. “I can’t. I am going to visit some… um… realitives.” She had to lie. She couldn’t let Draco know she was going to see Fred and George. Going to see two blood traitors wouldn’t have been a very Slytherin thing to do. 

“Oh…” Draco looked down. Hermione could tell by his facial expression that rejection was new for him. “All right, what about tomorrow night then? I can fix a picnic and we can skip dinner and have it by the lake. How about that?"
 
“Um…” Hermione trailed off, not able to think of a good reason she couldn’t. She hadn’t really gotten any information about the Deatheaters from Blaise, so it would be a good chance to do that. She nodded. “Okay. That sounds good. I’ll see you then.”

“Great,” Draco smiled brightly. A nice change from his usual smirk. Hermione moved around him, he actually let her this time, and went straight to her dorm. 

“Hermione,” A voice called, jerking Hermione from her sleep. As Hermione opened her eyes she noticed the room was dark.  The only light in it was the light from the full moon shining through the window. She sat up in bed, looking around to see who could have said her name. All the other girls were asleep, so nobody was there. “Hermione,” the voice said again. This time Hermione noticed a few things about it. One, she had heard it before and two, it was male. She couldn’t pinpoint who’s it was though. She looked around, this time stopping at the window. There was a tall figure standing with their back to her. 

“Is someone there?” She asked, knowing someone was, but that was all she could think to say. The figure turned around. She could only see half of the face in the moonlight, but she could tell it was Aiden. His eyes were almost as dark as the night. “Aiden, what are you doing here?” Hermione asked, feeling kind of relieved that it was Aiden and not some deatheater come to kill her. 

“For you,” Aiden replied, his voice dark and husk. He smiled, his teeth showing for the first time. Hermione then saw them. The sharp fangs on either side of his teeth. She gasped and he started toward her.

Hermione jerked away, sitting straight up in bed. It was dark, a lot like in her dream. She shot a look over at the window, but hardly any light shone from the stars. It was a new moon that night. 

“Hermione,” Pansy’s voice came sleepishly beside her. “Are you okay? I heard you gasp.”

“Um… yeah, I am fine. Go back to sleep.” Hermione whispered. Pansy must have listened to Hermione, because she didn’t say another word. Hermione laid back down, staring up at the ceiling, knowing it was pointless to try to sleep again. 

The next day was a blur to Hermione. She didn’t really start waking up until after classes. She went to the library to finish homework. 

She got the books she needed and sat down to do her Defense Against the Dark Arts paper. She opened her books and got the quill and parchment ready before she ever looked at what she was writing about. Vampires.

That explains my dream. I must of remembered the professor talking about in subconsciously. Hermione thought, sighing in relief. It was very short-lived though as she began to do her paper. 

After she finished she read over her paper and was shocked. There were a lot of similarities in the paper and Aiden. Such as:


1. Aiden didn’t go out in the sun. The book said if a vampire went out into the sun they would sparkle. It hypnotized people.

2. Aiden was extremely good looking and vampires supposedly are too.

3. Aiden never ate. The books said that vampires didn’t need human food. Just blood.

4. Aiden could see the horses. The books said vampires need blood to survive. That meant they would have to have killed someone or something to get that blood. 

“Oh my god!” Hermione whispered to herself, coming to the conclusion. Aiden wasn’t anorexic or a mask murder, he was worse. He was a vampire. Should she go tell? Should she tell him? Would he be angry? Would he kill her?

As Hermione put away her books and started her walk back to her dorm to get ready for dinner with Draco, she began to think. There was one thing that didn’t fit together with all of it. Nobody at Hogwarts had been found dead. At dinner everyone Hermione looked at was eating. If Aiden had been killing or turning people into vampires wouldn’t it have affected them all by now. They have to eat. This nagged at Hermione’s mind all the way to the Slytherin common room and all the time she got dressed. She knew it would be dangerous, but she had to know. She seemed addicted to putting herself in life or death situations. She looked at the clock beside Pansy’s bed to see it was seven thirty. She had half an hour to get to the lake to meet Draco. She just hoped she could find Aiden and talk in that short of time. 

She ran down to the common room, searching for Aiden. Of course, he wasn’t there. He was never the places she looked for him when she needed him. 

“Have you seen Aiden?” She asked Pansy, who was sitting by the fire with the latest issue of Teen Witch. She looked up at Hermione and smiled.

“No, but ‘Mione, you just have to read this article.” Pansy replied, pushing the magazine toward her. 

“Maybe later.” Hermione told her, taking off out of the common room. She had to find Aiden. Hermione searched for a good ten minutes, only having twenty left. She finally found him, walking down the hall with a group of Slytherin boys. 

“I know. I hate him. He is the worst Headmaster Hogwarts has ever seen.” Aiden was telling the other boys. “Have you smelled him?”

“I haven’t noticed he smelled bad,” one of the other boys said. Hermione’s mind clicked again with another simalartiy. They were talking about Lupin and he was a werewolf. The book said that vampires and werewolves were sworn enemies. They could smelled each other or something. She couldn’t remember entirly what it was. 

“Aiden!” Hermione called out, not giving Aiden time to reply to the boy. They all turned around and Aiden rolled his eyes. “We really need to talk?”

“Piss off, Granger.” Aiden waved his hand, going to turn around. 

“You don’t want me to do that. Trust me, I know more than you think.” She replied, not wanting to give away what he was, just incase the boys didn’t know. Aiden turned around, smirking.

“Oh, do you. Just like you did when you thought I was anorexic?” Aiden questioned, laughing a bit. The boys followed his example. 

“No. I know why you don’t eat now. I know why you hate Lupin. And unless you want these boys, Lupin, and the entire school to know, you will talk to me!” Hermione threatened. The smirk never left Aiden’s face as he said something to the guys. They nodded and walked off. Aiden stepped forward and motioned for her to follow him. He didn’t stop or say another word until they were in an empty class room. 

“All right, Granger,” Aiden said ammused. “Let’s here your conclusion of why I do the things I do.”

“It is simple really,” Hermione started. Aiden folded his arms and leaned against a desk, still smirking. “You are a vampire.” After Hermione said the word she got a tad bit scared. She hadn’t said it out loud yet and hearing it made it final. 

“You are crazy, Granger.” Aiden replied, but wasn’t smirking anymore. 

“No, I’m not. I know I am right, Aiden. I watched you and after doing that report, I know it is true.” Hermione pushed and Aiden shook his head. “Would you being willing to drink this?” Hermione asked pulling a vile out of her pocket. It was only water, but she knew it would get him to break. “It is a truth potion.”

“No! I am not drinking that rubbish. I am going to go back out there and pretend this never happened.” He nearly yelled, starting toward the door. Hermione blocked it with her body, wondering if it was very smart. 

“Should I go get Lupin. You and I both know now that he is a werewolf. He probably already knows the truth about you. Why he lets you stay, I have no idea. I could go tell him you tried to kill me though.” Hermione threatened. Aiden backed away, looking down. 

“Fine,” he snared through gritted teeth. “You are right. Are you happy?!”

“No, not really,” Hermione admitted. “A little scared.”

“Why?” Aiden asked, looking up. The smirk was back. “You think I will bite you?”

Hermione didn’t reply. 

“I thought you had everything all figured out, Granger!” Aiden yelled, in a husky laugh. “Answer this. Why isn’t anyone dead at school yet?”

“I…” Hermione stuttered. She hadn’t thought to ask that question, even though it was the reason she had come to see him. 

“You don’t know. I bet it kills you to, doesn’t it?” Aiden stepped closer. She could tell he knew he had the advantage and he was taking it. 

“No,” Hermione lied. 

“Yeah right,” Aiden laughed, still getting closer. Hermione backed up until she hit the door, but that didn’t stop Aiden from getting near.

“Don’t hurt me! Lupin will throw you out.” Hermione threatened, not seeing how her voice was so strong. She was scared to death.

“Oh, I won’t hurt you. With my teeth anyway.” Aiden replied as he reached her. He slammed his hand against the door just to the left of Hermione’s head. She whinced, but didn’t dare say a word. “Do you know I haven’t eaten in three days?” Aiden questioned. His eyes were dark, just like in her dream. “Do you know how hard it is not to kill you right now?”

“Th…then just let me go.” Hermione trembled.

“So you can go tell everyone my secret?” Aiden snared.

“No, I wouldn’t do that.” Hermione replied honestly. 

“Let me explain something to you,” Aiden’s voice was now a whisper. “I don’t kill people. As tempting as it is sometimes, I wouldn’t dare touch a human. I hunt in the forest. Yes, Lupin knows. Now, Granger, you may go. Keep in mind though, if my secret gets out, I know who done it. I may not hunt people now, Granger, but I am willing to make a few exceptions if my secret gets out.” He took a step back.

“You are threatening me?” Hermione asked, not really surprised.

“No. It wasn’t a threat. It was a promise. A very strong promise, at that. Now go on. I think Draco is waiting for you.” Aiden waved at her. Hermione checked her watch to see it was eight ten. She was already ten minutes late. She hurried out of the room, trying to shake the conversation she had just had out of her head.

A/N: Well, there you go. What most have been waiting for. Aiden’s secret. Now, Draco and Aiden both will be in the story a lot more. I am not so sure about Blaise. What do you guys think about him? Now, Hermione is going to return to Fred and George’s in the next chapter. I originally had her returning in this chapter, but thought it best to put it off. I hope you liked it. Please review.

 
Disclaimer: I own nothing of J.K. Rowlings. The dream Hermione had was based off an episod of One Tree Hill. And all of the vampire description in this chapter is Stephanie Meyers. I will, however, put my own touch to it later in the story.

Chapter 8: Guys, Kisses, HELP!
  [Printer Friendly Version of This Chapter]

A/N: There is a lot packed into this chapter. I hope you enjoy!

Chapter Eight: Guys, Kisses, HELP!

Hermione rushed out to the lake where she found a very impatient looking Draco sitting on a checkered blanket on the ground by the lake. She saw him glance at his watch and she wondered how many times he had done that in the past fifteen minutes. She bit her lip as she began to walk over to him. The sun was descending behind the horizon, but just enough was left to sparkle off of Draco’s golden hair as he looked at her. He didn’t smile.

"I was beginning to think you stood me up." He informed her as he motioned for her to sit down. "What took you?"

"I… um… lost track of time." Hermione said, semi truthfully. She sat down, looking at him. "I am sorry."

"Hm," Draco nodded as he opened the basket that was laying there. He with drew food and placed it in front of both of them.

"Draco! Draco! Stop…." Hermione laughed from the ground, thirty minutes later as Draco tickled her fiercely. Draco’s hands came to a stop as he placed his hands on either side on her and held himself above her. She looked up at him, still smiling. She had to admit, this date went a lot better than Blaise’s. She had had no idea that Draco was so much fun. She wouldn’t have thought it through how he had treated her before she was a Slytherin. He smiled, a very nice vacation for her from him usual smirk, as his blue-gray eyes shinned down on her. It was now dark, but the moon and stars shone and the lights from the courtyard was just enough light to see his face.

"Hermione, you are amazing." He stated after a moment of silence. She laughed a little. "I mean it. You aren’t like most girls, you know?"

"What do you mean?" Hermione readjusted herself so she was a little more comfortable.

"I am not for sure. It is a feeling about you, I guess. I don’t feel I have to be Draco Malfoy Slytherin Prince or Slytherin Sex God." Draco went on, still on top of her. "With you I can just be Draco. It is weird, because I have never been able to be just Draco with anyone. Then here you come along and change everything. First you were a know-it-all mudblood bookworm that was Potter’s sidekick. I had no idea you were a beautiful intelligent pureblood Slytherin that I felt so comfortable with." Draco turned his head to the side and sighed. "Most girls fawn over me for sex or money or my good looks. You didn’t. I have never had that happen before. You are just different for me and that I find amazing."

Hermione was quiet for a moment. She had never expected a speech like that from Draco Malfoy. She smiled, though. She never thought Draco felt that way. She couldn’t help, but notice, she was beginning to feel the same way. She knew she had a mission, though. She could still have fun, though, right? It was all just so confusing.

"I…" Hermione began, not really knowing what she was going to say. Draco seemed to notice or wasn’t listening to her, because his head slowly began to drop and tilt. Within seconds his mouth was covering hers. Hermione was shocked at first, but his lips felt so smooth and soft over hers. It sent a wave of emotions through her. She couldn’t think, she only wanted. She wanted to kiss back and that part of her seemed to take over. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled Draco down, closer to her. It was he that pulled back first.

He pushed up a little, his face a little flushed. He smiled at her as he got off her and sat back on the blanket. Hermione sat up, too, looking at him, waiting for him to speak first. She was afraid he would ask if Blaise had been a better kisser, but surely Blaise had told him that they hadn’t kissed at all.

"Amazing," he muttered. That was all that was said. Silence covered the grounds for a few minutes. It was getting about time for them to go in and Hermione hadn’t found out anything about the deatheaters. She had been having too much time having fun to worry about business. She had to now though. She couldn’t let anything get in the way of it. She wasn’t for sure how. It wasn’t like you could just ask "Hey, what are you and the deatheaters up to?"

"So," Hermione began, going to give it her best shot, Draco looked up, smiling. "You and your father are close, I hear?" She watched the smile on Draco’s face fade at the mention of his father. He readjusted himself a little and started to fidget with the basket.

"I…I guess you could say that." Draco replied and Hermione got a tad suspicious.

"I’ll bet you guys do a lot of things together." Hermione pushed on, knowing she couldn’t lose sight of the information she saw after. Draco looked up at her, straight in the eye. "I mean, family things."

 

"Hm," Draco shrugged a little. "Let’s not talk about it."

"Oh, all right," Hermione nodded, cursing herself in her head. "The deatheater thing going all right?" Hermione didn’t know how else to ask. She had to know. If she could convince him she wanted to join them maybe he would tell her something.

"What?" Draco asked, shooting a look at her that was both quizzical and suspicious.

"I mean, have you guys caught anymore filth?" Hermione wasn’t for sure how to word it.

"You think I am a deatheater?" Draco questioned, looking at her. She stared at him. Wasn’t he? He was the son of the Dark Lord’s right hand man. She bit her lip.

"Aren’t you?" She replied with a question. Draco’s expression went from confused to hurt and angry.

"How could you of all people assume that?" Draco asked, standing up. "I can’t believe you." Hermione didn’t see why he was getting upset. She wouldn’t have thought a Slytherin of all people would get defensive of that question. Draco flaunted that he hated muggle borns, so naturally everyone thought him a death eater. He pulled on his selves to show her his bare arms. She looked up at him, but his face was set in stone. She had been wrong?

Draco stormed off toward the castle, leaving Hermione there. She didn’t go after him, not even knowing what she would say. She bit her lip. She could have swore she had heard Draco say something about Voldemort earlier. She laid back and looked up at the sky. She had ruined everything. He would probably never talk to her again. She know she shouldn’t care if he wasn’t a deatheater, because he would be no help to the mission, but she did. She had felt something between them. Something that was long gone now.

Hermione thought of a lot of things as she laid there. She thought about the deatheaters she did go to school with. If they had told the Dark Lord about her being a Slytherin. If The Dark Lord believed her. If anyone had found or thought to find a copy of her birth certificate. If they had, they wouldn’t have found it. While she was in the muggle word that day she had summoned her birth certificate copies and burned them. Putting a new one with wizard parents in its place. Nobody would ever know the difference. It still bothered her if the Dark Lord did know she was now a Slytherin. And what about Aiden? She now knew he was a vampire. He wouldn’t hurt anyone though. He had made logical reasoning she guessed. She let out a deep sigh, deciding to call it a night.

The rest of her time at Hogwarts that week seemed to go by quickly. Draco didn’t say a word to her. He didn’t even look at her. Hermione felt terrible. She wondered if she should try to talk to him, but decided to give him the weekend to cool down and try to talk to him when he came back.

It was Friday night before Hermione ran into Aiden again. Well, she didn’t really run into him. She just happened to see him in the courtyard. He was sitting with a brown headed girl, wearing Ravenclaw robes. She watched him very closely and noticed he was teasing her. She had seen Slytherin’s tease other students for quite sometime, but this was different. The girl didn’t look pleased, but Aiden did. Not the kind of pleased that most of them looked though. This wasn’t a smirk, but a true smile. He was laughing too. Hermione bit the inside of her jaw as she watched them. It was but a minute and then the girl got up and stormed away. Hermione watched as the girl rushed past her and then Hermione looked back at Aiden. He had his head dropped and his face was sad. Hermione knew it was wrong to interfere, but she wanted to know what was going on.


Hermione walked over and sat down beside Aiden on the bench. She didn’t say anything, just sat there. He looked up at her, his face look sad mixed with angry. A lot like Draco’s had looked the night on their date.


"What do you want, Granger?" Aiden questioned in an annoyed tone. Hermione sighed, she hadn’t been expecting anything else.

"Who was that girl?" Hermione bluntly asked.

"You sure are nosy, you know that?" Aiden replied, sitting back on the bench and crossing his arms. "Are you stalking me or something?"

"No…" Hermione looked down and then back up at him, trying to figure out a way to say what she wanted. "I just… you looked happy and then sad. Most Slytherin’s don’t look that way after they get done teasing a person."

"I am not most Slytherin’s, I thought you figured that out." Aiden went on and then sighed. "Why do you even want to know why? Why are you so nosy? Are you sure you aren’t in Gryffindor?"

"Aiden, listen," Hermione took a deep breath, not wanting to argue. "I was kind of hoping we could be friends."

"Friends? I don’t need you as a friend, Granger." Aiden shook his head, and looked around the courtyard.

"You need a friend." Hermione bit her lip, trying to think of a reasoning. "You know what Lupin told me? That it was easier having his friends to help him with his changing."

"That is just it." Aiden growled. "I don’t change. I am like I am twenty four seven. Lupin can only kill his friends one night a month. I have to keep my guard up every single day!"

"Still, wouldn’t be easier to have someone you can talk to?" Hermione offered.

"I have friends, Granger!"

"No, you don’t. Yeah, you have your buddies that you joke around with in class, but I hardly see you with anyone other than that. Aiden, don’t you want someone to talk about it with?" Hermione explained and Aiden was silent for a moment. She hoped he was considering her proposition.

"What is in all this for you?" Aiden questioned, looking up at her. She then realized that she didn’t want anything in return, other than friendship. For once it wasn’t about the mission, it was just about having a friend. She hadn’t meet a true friend in Slytherin that she could talk to.

"Nothing, just friendship." Hermione replied, looking back up at him.

"You call yourself a Slytherin?" Aiden laughed and looked down again. Hermione sighed, taking that as a no and went to get up. "Wait," Aiden said and Hermione turned back. His face looked serious and vulnerable. "We can be friends. Sorry, I’m just not used to it."

"That is all right." Hermione smiled at him, sitting back down. She still wasn’t for sure why she wanted to be friends with him.

"You understand how dangerous this is, right?" Aiden questioned.

"Yeah," Hermione nodded.

"I don’t believe you do, but I will take your word for it." Aiden replied. Hermione’s smile grew bigger. She truly believed that he wanted a friend as bad as she wanted to be one.

The next morning Hermione was off to Fred and George’s. She wasn’t happy about leaving her new friend, but she was happy to get away. She was sure that Aiden would have fun in Hogsmade without her.

On the train ride is when Hermione got to thinking about Fred. She really hadn’t given it a lot of thought that week. With finding out Aiden was a vampire and befriending him to figuring out she had feelings for Draco Malfoy and having him ignore her she hadn’t really had a lot of time to. But not she had nothing else to worry about and it was the first thing to creep into her mind. He had wrote her that letter and it had said he wanted her to visit him. She still wasn’t for sure how he was going to act though. Hermione wouldn’t have blamed him if he hated her. Of course, he didn’t even come to see her off, so she could be made at him a little, too.

Hermione fell asleep thinking about it and was awoke by the loud screeching stop. She rubbed her eyes, sleepishly, and yawned, looking out the window. She was there. She smiled as she jumped up and ran off the train. She looked around for two twins, but only found one. Fred.

She rushed up to him, not for sure how he was going to react.

"Fred, HI!" Hermione started to say, but was cut off. Fred grabbed her from behind the back, pulling her into him and covered her mouth with his own.

Chapter 9: Beautiful Dark
  [Printer Friendly Version of This Chapter]

A/N: All right, here is the next chapter and it gets a little more indepth. For all the Aiden/Hermione shippers, I am sorry, but I am telling you now that isn’t how it is going to work out. Aiden is going to find romance though, don’t worry. =]

Again, there is a lot of stuff I want to put in this chapter. I don’t know if I will fit it all in, so it might have to go in the next chapter.

Chapter Nine: Beautiful Dark

Hermione was shocked. She didn’t know if she should pull away or not. It wasn’t like she wasn’t enjoying it and she didn’t have a boyfriend back at school. She did have her mission, however. Her mission was put on pause right now, though wasn’t it? What could she possibly find out about Voldemort’s plan? My mission shouldn’t ever be put on pause though. I do need a break from being a Slytherin, badly, though. So with that thought, Hermione gave into Fred and kissed him back.

“Wow…” Fred breathed when he finally pulled back. Hermione didn’t say anything, she just looked down to the ground. She wasn’t for sure what to say. “I…” Fred started, obviously having the same problem she was. “I didn’t expect that.” Hermione looked up. That was what he was going to say? He didn’t expect it? Hermione sighed, still not saying anything. “I mean, it was good. I just… I’ve thought about this moment ever since you left and now… you kissed back.” The last part didn’t even sound like it went with the rest. Hermione laughed a bit. She had missed Fred.

“Are we going home?” Hermione questioned, not wanting to talk about the kiss for another second.

“Uh… yeah.” Fred nodded as he grabbed the bag she had over her shoulder. He then began to led her to a dark alley where they appartated back to the house. They didn’t say another word.

“Hermione!” A loud voice yelled when they reached the living room. Before Hermione knew what was going on she was in the air and spinning. It was when she was sat down did she notice it was George.

“George!” Hermione exclaimed, smiling.

“Good to see you.” George continued as he began to put on his coat. “Unfortunately, I am out to the shop for today. I will see you tonight when Fred and I take you out for your welcome back dinner!”

Hermione smiled and nodded. She then turned, took her bag from Fred, and headed into her room, locking the door behind her. She didn’t want to talk to Fred right now. She thought she had, but she had been wrong. She couldn’t take it.

She didn’t need to flip the light on, because the sunlight filled her room beautifully. She wondered what Aiden was doing today. Probably hiding out in the dungeons of Hogwarts, no doubt. She laughed a bit to herself as she turned to her dresser to make sure all of her clothes were still there.

“Hermione! Could you come out here please!” Fred called. Hermione winched a bit, but knew that he would think she was hiding from him if she didn’t go.

“Just a sec!” Hermione yelled back, closing the drawer she was looking in. She then, slowly, made her way to the door, unlocked it, and went out to the living room.

“Be getting ready,” Fred told her when she entered. “We will be living for the restaurant in about an hour.” Hermione looked a bit shocked. Why?

“Why?” She questioned. “George hasn’t been gone five minutes. Doesn’t he have to work longer?”

“Nah, we have someone working. He was just going down to check in. Anyway, get ready.” Fred said again. Hermione was a little confused by his tone. She turned around to start back to her room. “Hey, Hermione,” Fred called after her. She turned around to look at him. “Welcome back.” He smiled.

Hermione returned the smile and nodded. She then headed back into her room.

She was surprised it was dark. The sun must have been going down or went behind a cloud. She locked her door and turned off the light. Her room was rather lonely when it was empty. She sighed and walked over to her closet, opening it. What should she wear.

“I like the silver dress, personally.” A voice said from behind her. Hermione nearly jumped out of her skin as she hurdled around. Her eyes widened as she saw Aiden laying there on her bed, laughing at her. “You should see your face!”

“Aiden,” Hermione began, regaining the ability to speak. “What are you doing here? How did you get in here?”

“I got tired of Malfoy complaining about you, so I decided to come visit my friend. You told Malfoy you were visiting relatives. I thought that funny when I heard it considering you just found out you were pureblood, so who could you be going to visit?”

“Family I never knew I had!” Hermione said strongly as she took the silver dress off of its hanger.

“Oh yes, does all your family greet you with kisses like that red haired boy did?” Aiden requested, raising his eyebrow. “Are all your relatives blood traitors?” Hermione dropped her head. She had hopped he didn’t know who Fred and George were.

“Okay, fine. You caught me in a lie, all right.” Hermione surrendered. “Are you going to go back and tell all the Slytherins now?”

“No,” Aiden said honestly. “I’m not. Friends don’t do that, Hermione.”

Hermione was a bit shocked, but didn’t know if she should trust that. There was then a knock on the door. She turned toward it and then back toward the bed to tell Aiden he better hide, but he was gone. Confused, Hermione walked over to the door and opened it to see Fred.

“I’m getting ready.” Hermione informed him.

“That is good, but that isn’t what I wanted to talk to you about.” Fred began. “Mum… well… she told us something Ron and Ginny told her and I noticed something different about your robes. Are you a… Slytherin?” Hermione bit her lip. She had been expecting this, hadn’t she?

“Yeah, so?” Hermione shrugged and Fred looked a bit surprised.

“My question is how? Did you really find out those people killed in your house weren’t your real parents? Are you really pureblood. Mum and the family believe it and dislike you strongly for what you did to Ron on the train, but George and I didn’t believe it. He said we should act like we didn’t know and let you tell us, but I couldn’t do that.”

“Fred…” Hermione hesitated, knowing the walls had ears right now. She didn’t know if she trusted Aiden, so she couldn’t tell Fred about her plan. “I am home. Isn’t that enough for now? Can’t we save the rest for a rainy day?” Fred sighed and Hermione knew he didn’t want to give this up. “Please? I have to get dressed right now.”

“All right,” Fred nodded and turned around walking away, without another word. Hermione let out a deep breath closing the door back.

“Hm, interesting. It seems your string of lies gets bigger as you go along. Pretty soon they just might consume you.” Aiden was back on her bed. This time, Hermione wasn’t surprised.

“I have to get dressed. Do you mind?” Hermione cocked her eyebrow, with her hand on her hip.

“Not at all, please going on. No, wait.” Aiden adjusted himself, putting his hands behind her head and facing her a little better. “All right, now you can proceed.”

“Aiden!” Hermione whispered screamed.

“What? I am a vampire GUY.” He empathized the word guy. Hermione gave him a look of anger and he sighed. “Fine, but who says I can’t still see you? You can never be too sure of where I am.”

She rolled her eyes. “I’ll go to the bathroom. Don’t let Fred catch you in here.” She said and in a flash Aiden was gone. Hermione looked around, wondering how he did that.

About half an hour later Hermione walked out of her room in her silver dressed and her hair fixed. She had a little make-up on, but not much. She didn’t care too much for it.

All through dinner Hermione could feel Fred’s eyes on her. It was creepy and it made her uncomfortable. George made small talk and asked about Hogwarts, not once bringing up the Slytherin issue. Fred, however, didn’t say a word all night. Hermione guessed he was mad at her. That was fine, because she was kind of mad at him too.

She was so glad when they got home.

“Wanna play a game or something tonight?” George asked.

“No, I am really tired. Maybe tomorrow.” Hermione answered and he nodded. She then hurried toward her room and locked the door. She flipped on the light, half expecting to see Aiden, but didn’t. She grabbed some p.j.s and made a bee line to the bathroom.

Climbing into the shower, Hermione was self conscious. Was Aiden watching her? Could he see her now? The thought made Hermione want to cover her body. She made sure the shower curtain was pulled all the way and she faced toward the wall. She half hated Aiden for doing this to her, but the other part was intrigued.

When she went back through the house after her shower, there wasn’t a light on. She had guessed Fred and George had went to bed. She shrugged, making her way back to her room.

“That was a quick shower.” Aiden said as she locked her room door. She went to turn on the light. “Please don’t. I don’t like the fake light. Let your eyes adjust. Everything is actually more beautiful in the dark.” Leave it to a vampire to say something like that. Hermione thought to herself.

“How do I know you are the only one in here?” Hermione questioned.

“Listen.” Aiden simply replied. “Honestly Hermione, how do you ever plan to get back at The Dark Lord if you don’t even know how to use your sense to their fullest power?”

“How did you…” Hermione began, but then felt a finger over her lips.

“Doesn’t matter how I know. The fact of it is, is that I know. I know all about your mission.” Aiden continued. “Don’t worry, though. Your secret is safe.”

“How do I know that?” Hermione demanded.

“I haven’t told yet, have I?” Aiden replied. Hermione’s eyes then began to adjust and she could see his face. It was sincere. Aiden then took Hermione’s hand and led her over to the bed. She saw him lay down on the bed and motioned for her to join him. “I won’t bite. I promise. “ Aiden laughed a bit at the irony. “We need to talk and you need your sleep.” Hermione sighed and laid down beside Aiden.

“What do we need to talk about?” Hermione questioned.

“Everything, but we can’t cover that tonight. We will go over some of the less important facts. If we are going to be friends, we will need to know a lot about each other.” He went on.

“Will you tell me how you became what you are?” Hermione questioned.

“Yes, but that is a story for another time. I don’t want you to have bad dreams tonight.” Aiden went on. Hermione wondered how bad it could have been. “Tonight I am going to answer your question from yesterday.”

“What question?” Hermione asked, a little confused.

“About the girl.” Aiden replied. “It is a little more in-depth than you may think. Her name is Britni Campbell. She is a seventh year Ravenclaw and just so happens, the girl I am in love with.”

“Vampires can love?” Hermione spoke.

“Most just lust. I never thought I would be able to love being what I am. Then I saw her…” Aiden trailed off, his voice getting a bit dreamy. “One look was all it took. But being what I am and a Slytherin I know it can’t be.”

“Why?”

“Hermione you are naïve sometimes, you know?” Aiden continued. “Because, I could hurt her so easily. I don’t know if I would ever be able to live with myself if I did that. So I tease her as much as I can, just so I can be around her.” Hermione thought she heard Aiden’s voice crack and she wondered if vampires could cry. She acted like she was asleep, not wanting to cause him anymore pain of telling his story.

A/N: Yep, I am going to have to split this up into two chapters. Well, I hope you enjoyed this one. I know it is a little shorter than my others, but it was either short or really really long.


Chapter 10: Fred's Secret
  [Printer Friendly Version of This Chapter]

A/N: Well I had some extra time on my hands and I have been really anxious to write this story! I have had some many ideas flood my head in the past couple of days it is hard to straighten them all out. I might update The Dance before this one again, though.


Chapter Ten: Fred’s Secret

Hermione woke up in an empty bed. She assumed Aiden might have went out or something, maybe he would come back. She looked over at the clock to see it was nine thirty. She let out a sleepy yawn as she got up, planning on going to the bathroom. As she passed through the living room she noticed Fred sitting on the couch.

“Fred…” She started as she took a detour. “Are you all right?”

Fred looked up at Hermione and it looked like he hadn’t slept for days. Hermione gasped and sat down in an arm chair close to him.

“I…” Fred began. His voice sounded weak and she wondered what was going on.

“Where is George?” Hermione requested.

“He went to work.” Fred replied, sounding a bit stronger. “I think we need to talk.”

“All right…” Hermione urged him to go on, wanting to know what was happening.

“Hermione…” Fred looked up. “I have been trying to find a way to tell you this. Something happened while you were gone.”

“What do you mean?” Hermione questioned. She expected him to tell her that he met someone or something.

“Voldemort came to our shop. George is at work, yes, but it isn’t there. We are relocating.” Fred went on. “You better make yourself comfortable, because the story I have to tell you is going to be a long one.”

Hermione nodded, got up and headed toward the bathroom. No way was he listening to a long story on a full blatter. As she finished washing her hands she felt something breathe down her neck. She turned around and ran into Aiden.

“Hi,” She smiled a little. She was getting used to his pop up visits.

“Hey,” he looked a bit grim.

“Are you all right? You look a bit sick…”

“I am fine, it is just the smell in this house.” Aiden continued. “I just wanted to tell you I am sorry that I didn’t stay last night. I won’t see you until you arrive back at Hogwarts tonight. Your things are packed though, I made sure of it. So spend the few hours you have with these friends of yours and I will see you when you get back.” Aiden gave her a brief hug and then was gone before Hermione could say a word. She shook her head, not thinking anything of it.

“All right, sorry. Go ahead with your story.” Hermione instructed as she sat back down in the arm chair.

“It was the Friday after you returned to school.” Fred went on. “Lupin came by. He was asking a lot of weird questions, that at the time, George and I didn’t think anything about.”

“What kind of questions?” Hermione questioned, wondering what on Earth Fred and George could tell Remus that would be any help.

“Seeing people. He asked if we saw anyone out of the ordinary or looked suspicious.” Fred went on. “We just thought he was looking out for us. We never knew he was trying to warn us.”

“Warn you?” Hermione question.

“Please save questions for the end.” Fred requested before he went on. Hermione nodded and urged him to go on. “Yes, warn. After he left that night, George and I didn’t think anything of it. We just thought he might be looking for someone for the Order, you know? We were kind of bummed we couldn’t be of any help, but we didn’t think we were in any actual danger.

The next day we had three people call in sick, so George and I went into work. We really didn’t mind, seeing as we love our shop. Anyway, we didn’t get much business that day. A few regulars here and there, but that was about it. That was until around noon. Come to think of it, it was exactly noon… This person in a black hood on came in. He didn’t look around, just came right up to where I was standing. I asked him if there was anything he needed that I could help with, but he didn’t answer to that question. ‘Fred Weasley?” is all he asked. I stupidly tell him that yeah, that is me. He takes off his hood to reveal he is this old man. He tell me his name is Simon Haze and he is a very important person. He then went on to tell me I needed to meet him in the clearing at Hogwarts in the woods at midnight. I laughed, thinking he was joking. He told me that if I didn’t show consequences would be drastic. That they needed my help. At that time I had no idea who they were. So naturally I told him he was crazy. He didn’t say anything. He turned and walked out of the shop.

That night around eleven I began to wonder if I should go. I hadn’t told Geroge about the man in the shop yet. It did bug me though. I ended up not going. I went to bed instead, thinking that it was just some prank.

Well, that night I was woken up by a horrible scream coming from George’s room. Around his bed were four werewolves. I didn’t know what to do, so I went for my wand and started shooting curses. They yelped and ran, but not before taking a bite off of George. My best guess is to why they did it, is that they thought it was me. But George was changed into one of them. Now every full moon he goes with them. He won’t tell me where he is going and he won’t tell me who the others are. It scares me Hermione, because this has really changed him. Not for the better either… I think Voldemort might be behind this. I think he is trying to get more werewolves and he is going to control them. It scares me to think that George is one of them, but I can’t stop him. I am useless against a werewolf.”

“Werewolf? George?” Hermione questioned. You have got to be kidding me! She added to herself. It was a little much to take. First vampires and now werewolves? What was next, fairies? She sighed and shook her head. At least Fred hadn’t been turned… or had he? “George hasn’t bitten you… has he?”

“No,” Fred shook his head and reached down his shirt to pull out his silver necklace. “He has tried, but this pendant keeps him away.”

“You shouldn’t live here with him if you think he is working for evil.” Hermione informed Fred.

“Yeah, and that is the part I wanted to tell you.” Fred took in a deep breath. “I might be coming back to Hogwarts.”

“You what?”

“Yeah. Remember, I didn’t finish my seventh year. The Order have been suspicious about Lupin for a while now and they think it is the perfect idea to have someone in there.” Fred explained to her.

“You are going to be at Hogwarts? With me?” Hermione kept on. All this was really shocking her.

“Yeah… what’s wrong? I thought you would be happy…” Fred’s face dropped a little bit.

“Fred, I am different at school. As you know I am a Slytherin. I won’t be able to even talk to you without getting disowned by all of them. Draco is already mad at me…”

“Wait… did you just say Draco? As in Draco Malfoy?” Fred asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes…”

“What have you gotten yourself into Hermione?” Fred shook his head.

“Nothing that I don’t need to be in.” Hermione replied. “As I was saying, we won’t even be able to smile at one another.”

“So be it, because I am not coming back for you. I am going to help the Order.” Fred informed her.

“Fred, I am serious. You have to act mad at me, just like Ron and Ginny. They aren’t acting, but that is just the example. Nobody in Slytherin can know.” Hermione said. Except for Aiden, she added to herself.

“So it isn’t true?” Fred requested.

“What?”

“That you found out you were really pureblood and you hate all muggle borns and blood traitors.” Fred replied.

“That is true.” Hermione nodded. “It is all true. I am pissed at my so called parents for lying to me and putting me through the hell of being a muggle growing up.”

“Why did you come back, then?” Fred’s eyes were advert. He wouldn’t look at her and that killed Hermione.

“I was invited.” Hermione went on.

“Yes, you were. I just don’t understand why you would want to be around us ‘blood traitors’.” Fred’s voice was dark and it scared Hermione a little bit.

“I should go. My train leaves soon. See you at school I guess.” Hermione got up and went to her room. Half of her expected him to stop her the other half wished he would have.

She didn’t see Fred again. It was just like the day she left for Hogwarts. It really did hurt her to know he wasn’t going to see her off. It killed her to know he would be at Hogwarts sometime soon. She had no idea what she was going to do. She felt like she needed to talk to someone, but who? Aiden? Could he really help her in a time like this? It was worth a shot. He was the only one who knew the truth about her.

“Come and play, Hermione…” A voice hissed through the night. “We won’t hurt you.”

Hermione’s vision was blurred. From what she could see she was in a forest of some kind. The forbidden forest, maybe? She tried to look around to who was talking. Then, all at once, she heard a lot of footsteps. Who all was here?

“Yeah, Hermione, come on… we won’t bite… much,” They kept taunting her. Hermione was confused. Were they vampires? What was she doing in a forest with vampires alone.

“Back off, Milachi,” A strong voice yelled and then she saw a blurry figure come in front of her.

“Brave boy, Aiden. Or perhaps foolish. Yes, defiantly foolish.” The hissing voice said again as she heard leaves scatter toward her. The figure that Hermione guessed was Aiden flew away from her.


Hermione jerked awake as the train came to a halt. She had fallen asleep? She took a deep breath as she went to get off of the train.

“Hermione!” Aiden’s voice boomed as he ran up to her, grasping her in a hug. This surprised Hermione for two reasons. One, she hadn’t been expecting anyone. Two, Aiden had went from enemy to friend so fast, it was shocking itself.

“Um.. Aiden…” Hermione muttered, hugging him back.

“Hi,” Aiden released her, looking at him. “Did you have a nice time?” He got her bag off of her shoulder. Hermione raised her eyebrow, not for sure about all of this.

“Yes… I guess…” Hermione replied. “Aiden, what are you doing here?”

“I came to pick you up. I didn’t think you needed to go all the way back to Hogwarts by yourself.” Aiden replied, his voice a little less happy.

“Oh, well thank you.” Hermione replied as the carriage came trotting up.

“My lady,” Aiden opened the door taking a bow. Hermione, for the first time that day, smiled as she got into the carriage.

Aiden climbed into the carried and sat on the opposite side of Hermione. They were silent for a minute and then Hermione decided she would speak.

“You know, I have been thinking.” Hermione informed him and Aiden looked at her, pushing for her to continue. “Well, the way I see it, we both need help.”

“Oh really?” Aiden asked raising his eyebrow.

“Yes,” Hermione replied nodding. “I need help with my senses and you need help with love.”

“Hermione,” Aiden let out a loud sigh. “It won’t work. I would hurt her in the snap of a finger.”

“Not necessarily. Let me help you.” Hermione nearly begged. “You have learned to be around people in school, you will be able to be with her.”

“It isn’t possible. I am around a lot of people at school, that is how I do it. I can’t be alone with her.”

“You are alone with me right now.” Hermione argued.

“Yes, you I’m not in love with you. You don’t get me excited.” Aiden let out another sigh and got ready to explain. “You see, you have heard of the phrase love can make people do crazy things? I don’t want to get so excited that I do something crazy, like kill her.”

“That is what I am going to help you with.” Hermione concluded. “Or help you realize, because I think you have the self control to keep yourself at bay right now, you just don’t give yourself enough credit.” Hermione watched Aiden’s face as he conflicted her proposal. “Do we have a deal?”

“Yeah,” Aiden nodded. “I don’t think you can help me much, but you defiantly need to work on your senses.”

Chapter 11: Crazy Blindess
  [Printer Friendly Version of This Chapter]


A/N: Hello my wonderful readers! All right, I have gotten a request to do a Hermione/Aiden fanfic and I know a lot of you were wanting that to happen, so I decided to do it. I am currently half way through the first chapter and should have it up soon. But this story will be my main focus. I won’t abandon this story. It will not be up until after the 9th, because I am going away to camp for a week and can't post it. That is why this has been so late. I have been preparing for weeks.


Chapter Eleven: Crazy Blindness

“Aiden!” Hermione laughed, throwing a pillow at him. “You aren’t being serious!”

Aiden caught the pillow throwing it to the side. “I am so. You apparently haven’t seen her in just her underwear.”

They had been sitting in the room of requirements for an hour, talking. Hermione was trying to figure out a way to show Aiden that he already had the self control to be around Britni. She had tried asking him why he couldn’t be around her without feeling like he was going to kill her. Either he wasn’t taking her seriously or his problem wasn’t vampireish, just boyish.

“Aiden…” Hermione trailed off, sounding serious.

“I don’t know, Hermione. It is just something that comes deep in my heart and then deep in my stomach. “ He looked off into the little fire in the room. “It’s everything. It kills me to see her and not go up to her, but every time I am around her some part of me tries to take over. It takes everything I have to get up and leave without jumping on her and draining all the blood in her body.”

Finishing Hermione thought she finally understood. Maybe not completely, but at least some.

“So you need something that will keep your vampire part at bay?” She questioned him, the wheels in her head already beginning to turn.

“Hold it right there now, ‘Mione. It isn’t possible.” Aiden shook his hand. She narrowed her eyes.

“What isn’t possible?”

“A potion. It isn’t possible.” He replied.

“How do you do that?” Hermione questioned.

“Do what?”

“Know what I am thinking before I even say it. That is three times you’ve done it now.”

“You are just predictable.” Aiden replied with a small chuckle. Hermione still wore a suspicious look, but didn’t say anything about it. She knew it wasn’t the time to discuss it.

“Why isn’t a potion possible?” Hermione went back to the topic they had been taking about before.

“Do you not think it has been tried? To keep vampires from lusting after blood?” Aiden countered.

“I know it has, but this is specific. Just give me a little time. I am sure I can work something out.” Hermione nodded. Aiden laughed a bit and shook her head.

“You just go ahead and try.” Aiden told her. “But right now, we start your training. And in my eyes, that is the most important part of this.”

He stood up and motioned for Hermione to do the same. She let out a loud sigh as she did so. Aiden then led her to the middle of the room, behind the common like area.

“All right. As you know there are five senses. Sight, sound, touch, taste, and smell.” Aiden began in a very strong voice. He reminded her a lot of Harry back in the days Dumbledore’s Army came to practice in that very room. “You need to know how to use these well. Your enemy might just take some of them out and you will have your others to rely on.” Aiden went on and then reached into his pocket. He the pulled out a sleeping mask. “Tonight I will take away your sight. This is just to see how well you do without it and to show me how much work I have ahead of me.”

“Don’t you think this is a little silly?” Hermione questioned, but all Aiden did was hand her the mask. With a roll of her eyes she put the mask on.

“Can you see anything?” Aiden asked.

“No…” Hermione replied. She then waited for further instructions. She stood there for a minute and shifted her weight to one foot. Had he left her in there? With that thought something soft, but still going at a high speed, hit her in the head. Hermione jerked off the mask and looked down seeing a pillow laying there. She then looked around for Aiden.

“We have a lot of work in front of us. You didn’t hear me move. You didn’t even hear the pillow coming toward you!” Aiden nearly yelled as he came across the room. “Come on, it is getting late. We need to get back to the common room.”

The next day after classes Hermione found herself in the library. She had to learn everything she could about the tried vampire potions. She didn’t want to go and make someone elses mistake.

“You aren’t the one I thought I would find looking up vampires.” A voice said behind her after about an hour of reading. It made Hermione jump and spin around. She was surprised to see that Draco was standing behind her.

“Draco…” Hermione said, really shocked.

“Yeah,” Draco nodding, rocking back on his heels a little bit. “Can I sit down?”

“Sure,” Hermione nodded, motioning to a seat in front of her. Draco nodded and sat down. For a few moments they sat in silence. Hermione bit her lip, kind of worried now about why Draco had come to her.

“Um… Listen, Hermione…” Draco started, looking down at the table and fiddling with a book Hermione had there. “I want to apologize about what happened at the lake. It is a very touchy subject for me, but I know how easy of an assumption it is to make. And I was wondering if you would like to go out to dinner with me this weekend…that is, if you and Aiden aren’t together.”

“Aiden and me? What gives you the impression that we are together?” I questioned, thinking the idea absurd.

“You two have been like inseparable this week. I just thought maybe you and him had something going on there.” Draco explained, looking up at Hermione.

“No,” Hermione shook her head. “We are just friends.”

“That’s a relief. So what about dinner?” Draco asked again. Hermione thought about it for a minute. If he wasn’t a death eater he was no use to her, what-so-ever, but she really had had a good time with him before. She hated to admit it, but she really did like Draco.

“Sure, I would love to.” Hermione nodded.

“Brilliant. I will pick you up at the castle gates on Saturday at seven o’clock.” Draco informed her as he stood up, smiling broadly. Then, without another word, he turned and took his leave.

Hermione smiled to herself and went back to her reading.

“Hermione! Are you even listening to me?” Aiden asked, annoyed.

“Of course I am…” Hermione replied, annoyed.

“No you aren’t… you are thinking about Draco…” Aiden noted. “You aren’t going to get anywhere in this if you do not focus!”

“All right…” Hermione rolled her eyes, turning her attention back to Aiden.

“Okay. Hearing is probably your worst sense and it may very well be the thing that could save your life.” Aiden repeated what he had said before, since Hermione hadn’t heard him. “That is what I think we will work on for the next few days. Teaching the sounds and when to know you are in danger.”

“Okay…” Hermione sighed. She had learned it was useless to try to argue with Aiden about anything.

“Footsteps are a large part of what you need to know. You can tell a lot about a persons footsteps. If they are angry, happy, sad…” Aiden went on and on about footsteps. Surprisingly, though, Hermione found it very educational.

“I actually have homework for you.” Aiden said as he finished up. “This Saturday I am going to cast a blinding spell over you. I want you to take in all the sounds you can and memorize them.”

“Saturday?” Hermione requested. “Will it be over by seven?”

“No. I will lift it Sunday morning.”

“I have a date!” Hermione exclaimed.

“ I know. I think it is perfect too.”

“How?” Hermione asked, somewhat frantic.

“It will give you a listen to the things outside Hogwarts…get that look off your face, Hermione. I am only trying to help. You are the one with a mission, remember?” Aiden reminded her.

“Yes, I know. I just… fine…” Hermione sighed, knowing she wouldn’t win the argument. She should have known before she started that he had already won.

“Good,” Aiden smiled. “Now go to bed.”

“When did you become my father?” Hermione snared, kind of angry with Aiden.

“Hermione, don’t start. I am trying to help you here.” Aiden looked a bit annoyed.

“Fine,” Hermione huffed as she turned on her heels and stomped out of the room. She wondered if he was doing this just because she had a date on Saturday. Maybe he was helping the death eaters and he didn’t want her to succeed. Hermione laughed at the thought. She knew better.

Saturday came quicker than Hermione had wanted it to. She had tried every way possible to get out of it, but Aiden wouldn’t budge.

“Ready?” Aiden asked in the common room, standing in front of Hermione.

“If I saw no, will you not do it?” Hermione huffed, folding her arms.

“This three year old attitude really needs to stop. You don’t want Draco thinking you are immature on your date, do you?” Aiden questioned as he raised his wand. Hermione didn’t reply. All she did was shut her eyes tightly and crossed her arms.

“All right, was that so bad?” Aiden questioned after he had preformed the spell.

“Oh it was just great. I love being blind!” Hermione hissed at him sarcastically. “Take me back to my dorm.”

“No, Hermione we did this for a reason, remember?” Aiden reminded her. “Lets take a walk around the castle. Listen to everything you hear… wipe that look off your face! This is going to help.”

“Do I have a choice?”

“No,” Aiden replied, taking her by the arm.

“My head hurts…” Hermione complained as Aiden helped her sit down by the lake.

“All the noises can be overwhelming, but you have to be able to decipher them. What all did you hear today?”

“A lot… footsteps, talking, dropping, everything.” Hermione explained, thinking she was doing well. That was until Aiden let out a disappointed sigh. “What?”

“Whos footsteps? Who was talking? What dropped?” Aiden clicked his tongue. “Have you even picked up on different breathing patterns?”

“I…” Hermione started, but stopped to think about it. “No, I haven’t.”

“You have to concentrate on these things!” Aiden sighed again.

“You sighed…which usually means you are disappointed.” Hermione said.

“Yes, you are right, but not everyone is like that. You have two hours before your date with Draco. I am leaving you here. You aren’t going to learn anything with me holding your hand. Make your way back up to the dorm and get ready.” Aiden said and Hermione heard him stand up.

“What if I can’t?” Hermione questioned, franticly.

“Then I guess Draco will be going on his date alone.” Aiden replied and then walked away.

“Aiden? Aiden….” Hermione requested feeling in front of her. “He really left me.” She said to herself.

She sat there for a minute, but knew she couldn’t very long. She had a date to go on, blind or not. Plus Aiden had a reason for doing this and the least Hermione could do is try to learn from it. She slowly got up. She didn’t move from there for a moment though. She knew she was by the lake, she just wasn’t for sure which way she was turned.

Listen, Aiden’s voice echoed in her head. She bit her lip and tried to concentrate on the sounds. As if someone had hit play on a cd player, she heard the sounds of the water moving and kids splashing around in in. It was behind her. So that meant that she was turned toward the castle.

On her way to the castle she bumped into several people, but learned what the footsteps meant. Quick and loud ones meant they were right on her and going fast. Faint ones meant she still had time to avoid a run in. Making it to the castle doors had Hermione feeling pretty good about herself. Even though it wasn’t very far, she could see how hearing was a useful tool that she might need on her mission.

The next thing to do was make it to the dungeons to the Slytherin common room and try to get ready for her date. With that thought she hurried into the castle, not paying attention to the footsteps and was knocked down. From the sounds that hit the floor she was guessing that the other person had been knocked down as well.

“Hermione?” The other voice asked and Hermione knew right away who it belonged to.

“Fred.” Hermione returned, carefully getting up.

Chapter 12: Fred the stalker?
  [Printer Friendly Version of This Chapter]

A/N: Hello everyone. I hope you enjoyed my first chapter of The Mystery of Aiden. Here is chapter twelve of this one. Please enjoy.

Chapter Twelve: Fred the stalker?

“Um… hey…” the familiar voice said to Hermione. She began to fumble around, trying to get up. “Here…” he said and then she felt him warm hand on her arm, helping her up. She gasped and jumped a little, knocking herself back on the floor. She was beginning to hate this blind thing.

“What are you doing here?” She questioned as she finally got to her feet. She was sure he was still there. She could hear him breathing. It was really kind of weird. It wasn’t even, it was short and fast, like he had been running.

“I’m a student here, remember?… can you see?” He questioned and Hermione then knew she must have looked helpless.

“No,” she simply replied.

“Why can’t you?” He asked, taking a hold of her arms. She took a deep breath in, taking in his cologne.

“None of your business!” She snapped, jerking away. She heard a change in his breathing, which meant he was either shocked or mad. Knowing her luck, he was most likely both.

“I just asked a question… I’ll leave you to find your own way, Miss Slytherin.” He snapped back at her. She then heard angry footsteps go down the hall away from her.

Aiden, I am going to hurt you! She thought angrily as she began to feel around, trying to figure out where she was now.

About twenty minutes later she finally made it to the common room. Pansy had come along and decided to help her. Hermione still didn’t understand how she could be so mean to her and take both of her guys and Pansy still fawn over her. She didn’t really care at that time, though. She needed someone’s help on getting ready.

“All right, there should be a sky blue dress in there, Pansy.” She explained, sitting on her bed while Pansy went through her trunk.

“Explain to me again why you can’t see…” Pansy requested as she threw the dress down beside Hermione. Hermione sighed as she picked up the dress.

“It was a charm went wrong. Lupin says it should wear off by tomorrow.” Hermione had made up the excuse after Pansy had found her. She made her way to the bathroom without Pansy’s help.

Hermione could hear Pansy right outside the door as she got changed. She heard all her hand movements when she fixed her hair. She heard the changing in her breathing when Hermione wouldn’t sit still, which was partly because she wanted to see if it would affect her sound in any way.

Hermione didn’t like the idea of trusting Pansy to do a good job. She didn’t really have any other choice, though. She really didn’t think Pansy would disobey her though. She had too much power over the Slytherin’s for her to do that.

“Hermione,” she heard Draco’s voice as she walked down the staircase. He didn’t sound surprised, just a little impatient. “Where have you been? I was beginning to think you stood me up. I didn’t take you to be the one to be late, but this is the second time now.”

“She can’t see, Draco.” Pansy chipped in before Hermione could say anything. “She messed up a charm and it made her blind, so you are going to have to be careful tonight. She will be fine tomorrow.”

“I am blind, Pansy, not mute.” Hermione informed. “And I am sorry about being late. Like Parkinson said, I can’t see and it has been difficult.”

“Oh…” She heard Draco respond and by the sound of his voice he felt kind of stupid. “All right, then. Shall we go?” With that question he took Hermione by the hand, giving it a small squeeze.

“Sure,” Hermione smiled a little.

With Draco leading her, Hermione had little trouble with bumping into things. It was kind of nice. She still paid attention to the footsteps and breathing patterns of those around her.

“So, Hermio…” Draco began to ask as they sat down at a table in the restaurant, but Hermione held up a hand to silence him. She heard something oddly familiar. It was a breathing pattern, but Hermione couldn’t place who’s it was. She thought back through the day and then gasped a bit at her realization.

“Is Fred Weasley here?” Hermione questioned.

“What?” Draco sounded a bit shocked and mad.

“Please just look, Draco. Is Fred Weasley anywhere in this place?” She asked again. She heard him let out a sigh and she guessed he was looking around.

“Wow…um… he is actually. He is in the far corner in the dark. Guess he doesn’t want to be seen… he is looking over here…how did you do that?” Draco’s voice went through a verity of emotions. It went through shock, curiosity, anger, and then suspicion.

“I ran into him earlier today and heard his breathing pattern… I heard it again.” Hermione explained, trying to keep her focus on it.

“Was he giving you trouble?” Draco questioned, sounding protective now.

“Kind of… he helped me then yelled at me.” She explained, leaving out the part about her snapping first. She knew it wouldn’t matter to Draco though.

“Stupid blood traitor. Is he like stalking you now?” Draco sounded really angry, but Hermione knew it wasn’t toward her.

“I don’t know…” Hermione answered honestly. “Is he still looking over here?”

“Yeah,” Draco replied after taking a moment to look. “Oh well, let him look. What would you like from the menu?” He questioned and then heard him make a noise that Hermione knew that he knew he had said something wrong. “That was stupid. I am sorry. Would you like me to read you the menu?”

“No,” Hermione laughed a little. “I will have spaghetti with a butterbeer.”

She heard footsteps and guessed Draco had called over a waitress. He then ordered and the footsteps walked away.

“So you will be better tomorrow?” Draco questioned.

“That’s what Lupin says.” Hermione nodded.

After the date Draco led Hermione out of the place. He said that Fred was still sitting there when they left, but Hermione already knew that. She could still hear him. For some reason his breathing pattern had grown stronger.

“Are we headed back to the castle?” Hermione questioned, as she moved in closer to Draco as they walked. It was a cold night.

“I actually had something else planned, but since you can’t see it is sort of useless. But if you will meet me in the Astronomy tower tomorrow night after dinner then I can take you then. But yes, right now we are headed back to the castle.”

“Take me where?” Hermione asked, curiously.

“That, my dear, is a secret.” She could hear the smirk in his voice as he spoke. If she could have saw she would have rolled her eyes.

The rest of the way back to the castle was spent talking and laughing. It almost made Hermione forget about Fred at the restaurant. Almost. She figured that there was nothing she could do about it right then. She was blind.

“I had a nice time tonight, Draco.” Hermione informed him as they stood in the quiet common room.

“Me too.” Draco responded and Hermione heard his breathing quicken.

“Are you nervous? Your breathing got faster…”

“You know, I wish you didn’t do that.” Draco said, laughing a little. Before Hermione could answer, though, his lips were covering hers. She wasn’t as surprised as she would have been if she was able to see though. She could hear it in the way he breathed and shifted his weight he was about to do something like that. She kissed back and pulled away smiling.

“Good night.” With that she made her way up to her dorm. She slipped out of her dressed and changed into P.J.s that she had asked Pansy to leave on the bed. She climbed in to what she hoped was her bed.

It was then that thoughts of Fred started to float through her head. Was he stalking her? Had that been his real assignment by the Order? To watch her? She really didn’t need that. She couldn’t have the order on her back and try to do her mission too. She would just have to talk to Fred tomorrow.

After being blind for a day, it was a pleasant gift for Hermione to be able to open her eyes and see the light fill the room the next morning. She didn’t lay there long and think about it, though. She got up and rushed to get a shower and dressed. She had to go see Aiden. She had a plan for today.

“Thank you for lifting the charm before I woke up.” Hermione said to Aiden as she sat down next to him in potions that morning. The classroom was open to anyone who was looking to raise their grade in that class on Saturdays and Sundays, so Hermione had talked Aiden into taking it.

“You are very welcome… what are you doing? Class hasn’t even begun yet and you are already mixing things?” Aiden questioned and then sighed. “Hermione, it isn’t going to work.”

“It will.” Hermione informed him. “I have done my research. Just do my work for me today and I will have this potion for you in about three days.”

“This is ridiculous.” Aiden informed her.

“Just do it, Aiden. I went along with your assignment, just go along with mine.” He didn’t look happy, but he did it. They were able to go through the whole class without anyone seeing what Hermione was really doing.

At the end of class she poured the contents into a vile and stuck it in the bag.

“If my calculations are right it needs three days to sit. So by Tuesday you should be able to take it.” Before Aiden could argue it Hermione rushed out of the room.

At lunch that day she went to find Fred. Actually she just stood outside the Great Hall. If there was one thing she knew it was that a Weasley boy would never miss a meal. When she finally saw the redhead coming around the corner with Ginny, Harry, and Ron she motioned him over. He looked a little confused and a lot angry, but obeyed. Harry, Ron, and Ginny looked very confused, but went on without him.

“Are you stalking me?” Hermione asked straight out.

“What?” Fred asked, kind of shocked.

“You were at the restaurant last night and I know you were.” Hermione confirmed.

“I thought you were blind.”

“I couldn’t see, I wasn’t deaf… why were you there?” Hermione requested. Fred sighed and looked down.

“I was just making sure you were all right. I heard you were going out with Draco Malfoy that night and I knew you couldn’t see, so I decided I would make sure he didn’t take advantage of that.” Fred explained.

“Oh…” Hermione bit her lip, feeling kind of stupid she had asked. “I am a big girl, Fred. I can take care of myself, you know?”

“I know, Hermione, but you were helpless.” Fred explained. Hermione tried not to laugh. She knew she hadn’t been helpless. For she knew that Aiden had been somewhere watching, too. She might not have heard him, but she knew he probably had the same thought about Draco, too.

“All right… well… good day.” Was all Hermione could think to say. She then turned and walked into the Great Hall, taking a seat next to Draco at the Slytherin table.

After lunch Hermione set out on part 2 of her plan that day. She was going to find Britni and talk to her. The potion did no good if she still hated Aiden’s guts after he took it too.

It wasn’t very hard to find her. She was out by the lake with several of her Ravenclaw friends. Hermione watched them for a little bit, wondering how she was going to get Britni away from them. She finally walked over, giving all the Slytherin attitude she had, and stopped in the middle of them.

“Campbell, Lupin wants a word with you.” She tried to snarl, trying to make sure nobody would want to come with her. The girl looked shocked. She tucked her chestnut hair behind her ear and got up, waiting for Hermione to lead the way.

“Do you know what he wants?” She asked when they got back inside the castle.

“Listen, Britni, Lupin doesn’t want you.” Hermione came clean. “I wanted to talk to you.” The girl was now staring at Hermione weirdly, waiting on her to continue. “You know Aiden Lawless, don’t you?”

“You mean that prick who gets his pleasure by terrorizing me?” She more stated that asked, folding her arms. “What about him?”

“He might not be as bad as you think…” Hermione sighed, knowing she must have sounded like a freak to this girl.

“Of course you would say that. You are just like him…” Britni informed. “Why do you care anyway?”

“Well… I don’t. Nevermind.” She shook her head and ran off. She would just have to go with a different approach. She didn’t know why she hadn’t planned that out better.

Chapter 13: Draco's Cliff
  [Printer Friendly Version of This Chapter]


Chapter Thirteen: Draco’s Cliff

Hermione made her way up the stairs of the Astronomy tower that night after dinner. She had almost forgotten that she had a date with Draco. She seemed to forget that a lot. She just had so much going on right there, it was hard to remember things like that.

She looked around once she got to the top, but didn’t see Draco.

“Draco?” She requested as she begin to walk around. Had he stood her up this time? Just to show her what he had went through when she had been late? Surely not… she had had a good excuse last time…

“Hermione, over here!” She heard a voice call, but looking around she didn’t see anyone else in the room. It had sounded like Draco… was he invisible?

“Draco?” She asked, unsure, feeling as if she were talking to herself.

“I’m over here! At the window!” The voice explained. Hermione whipped around to see Draco hovering at the window on his broom. She rushed over to him.

“What are you doing out there?” She looked around the ground to see if anyone saw him. He laughed at her paranoia.

“I am flying… what does it look like… get on.” He instructed, pulling closer to the window. Hermione laughed a bit, thinking he was joking. “I am serious, get on.”

“No… I am deathly afraid of flying.” She explained, taking a step back.

“Get on the broom. We are going to miss it if we stand here all day…” Draco informed her, sounding a bit more impatient.

“Miss what?” Hermione inquired, curiously.

“It is a surprise… one you will never know unless you get on the broom.” Draco smirked a bit and Hermione rolled her eyes. He obviously knew that Hermione couldn’t take not knowing something. It killed her. So, with a deep sigh, she climbed on the broom, holding on to Draco’s waist very tightly.

“It’s…it’s…high…” Hermione stuttered, tightening her grip. She heard Draco laugh a bit. “This isn’t funny!” She closed her eyes tightly.

“Yes it is…” She heard him whisper to himself. She didn’t reply, just held on tight. She gasped as she felt them start to move.

About five minutes later Hermione felt them stop moving. She opened her eyes a little to see they had hit ground. She sat up sight, putting her feet on the ground and climbing off the broom before Draco could tell her it was all right. Draco followed in her suit and sat the broom against a huge rock wall. He motioned her over to him, but hadn’t said a word since they had gotten there. Hermione took a deep breath and walked over to him, following him around a corner.

“Draco…” Hermione began, but Draco turned around and put a finger to his lips letting her know to be quite. As they rounded the corner Hermione gasped. They were on a very high cliff that over looked all of Hogwarts.

When she looked back at Draco he was sitting on a blanket that she hadn’t noticed before, looking at her as if he were waiting on her to join him. She smiled a bit, kind of scared, and went and sat down.

“I brought you up here to watch the sunset. We are a bit early though.” Draco explained to her. “It is the most beautiful thing you will ever see in your life…. I mean, besides you.”

“Oh…” Hermione blushed a bit at the compliment, not really sure of how to take it.

Draco leaned back on the big rock wall that was at the back of the blanket and motioned Hermione to move closer to him. When she did he wrapped his arms around her tightly as she leaned against him.

“I really do like you, Hermione…” This sounded as if he was realizing it for himself rather than telling her. “I have never felt this way before, and to be completely honest, it scares me.”

“Why?” Hermione questioned, looking up at him. For the first time ever Hermione noticed Draco’s facial features twist in confusion.

“I am not really sure.” He confessed, looking out over Hogwarts. That lead to a five minute party of silence. Not being able to take it anymore, Hermione was the first to talk.

“How did you find this place?”

“It was during out first year after Potter made the qudditch team. I was really angry and just took off flying… I kind of got lost and landed here because it was getting dark… spent the night here and watched the sunrise…” Draco shrugged a little. “Been coming back ever since. It is like my safe haven… somewhere I come to think.”

“Oh… is the sunrise just as beautiful as the sunset?” Hermione questioned, wondering what it must look like from up there.

“You are actually going to be the judge of that yourself.” Draco answered, a slight smirk on his face.

“What?” Hermione sat up, looking at him.

“We are going to stay up here tonight… don’t worry, I had Pansy get your clothe and things you need.” Draco assured her.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” She kept on.

“Because I knew you wouldn’t come…” Draco laughed a bit. “Plus that ruins the element of surprise, now doesn’t it?”

Hermione didn’t argue anymore, just cuddled up closer to Draco and watched the sunset. As she sat there watching she realized that he had been right. The purples and pinks blending together and reflecting over the water sent chills down her spine. It made everything seem so quite, as if Aiden had cast the death spell over her. She inhaled deeply, just to make sure she wasn’t deaf. At this she felt Draco’s hand begin to move up and down her arm. She smiled a bit and looked up at him to notice he was looking right back at her. He hadn’t been watching the sunset.

When she turned back to the sunset she was kind of depressed to see that it had gone. All that was left in it’s place was a crescent moon surrounded by stars. It was then she began to think that spending the night up here might not be so bad.

It was kind of making her uncomfortable that there had been a silence again since they had began to watch the sunset. She cleared her throat. When she didn’t get a reply she looked back to see that Draco had fallen asleep. She laughed a bit to herself, wondering if she should wake him up or not.

“Hermione,” she heard a voice hiss from above her. She looked around, careful not to move too much, not wanting to wake Draco. “Hermione,” the voice said again and she recognized it right away this time. She slowly got up and walked around the corner to see Aiden, as she had known she would.

“What are you doing here, Aiden?” Hermione whispered.

“Looking for you! You didn’t return to the common room and I got worried… I didn’t know he had been planning on taking you off school grounds!” He sounded a bit angry and Hermione sighed.

“I am fine… you know, you aren’t my father. I am a big girl. I can take care of myself.” How was it she had said that same sentence twice in one day?

“Don’t give me that shit, Hermione!” Aiden began and she was taken aback. He had a new look in his eye that she had never seen before. “He could have taken you up here with a gang of death eaters and killed you on the spot!”

“He isn’t a death eater, though!” Hermione shot back.

“Yet…” Aiden took in a deep breath and she could tell he was trying to regain some of his cool. “Will you just try to be corporative… you are the first friend I have really ever had and I don’t want to lose you to something as foolish as you not letting me protect you.”

“Aiden…” Hermione wanted to argue, but after seeing the look of sincerity in his eyes she really didn’t have thing she could argue against. “Fine…”

“Hermione…” This time it wasn’t Aiden’s voice, but Draco’s. Hermione turned her head, not able to see him around the corner.

“You’d better go before he sees…” As she turned her head back around to say you Aiden had done vanished, but she knew that he wasn’t too far away. She smiled a little bit, some of her still annoyed, at that fact that he was watching over her.

Hermione walked around the corner to see Draco standing over the cliff looking down. He turned toward her at the sound of her rustling feet. He smiled, which made her smile.

“Hey…” He yawned. “Where did you go.”

“Oh…” How was she going to explain where she was? She couldn’t tell him that she had been talking to Aiden. “Just exploring… thought you were asleep.”

“I woke up…” Draco shrugged and walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her. He gently kissed Hermione on the forehead.

“It amazes me how you keep surprising me.” Hermione thought out loud. “How is it you can be so incredibly sweet to me, but when it comes to others you are a complete prick?”

“I can feel I can be myself with you.” He sighed, looking down at her. “It’s hard to explain. With people back at school I have a reputation to up hold, but around you I can simply be Draco.”

Hermione really wasn’t for sure what to say when he was finished. All she did was lean against him, her head on his chest. It was only their third date and Hermione felt so close to him, but at the back of her mind Fred stayed there. She knew she didn’t feel the same way about him as she did for Draco, the way he held her at that very moment told her that, but there was something. She hated that he was mad at her and she was scared that George had changed into some kind of monster. She jumped a bit as he came into her mind. She hadn’t even thought about that since she had came back to school. She should have talked to Aiden about it…

“What’s wrong?” She heard and felt Draco breathe into her ear. It was really soothing.

“Nothing,” She shook her head, moving closer to him. All that could wait for the day to come… all that mattered right now was the way he was holding her. She could feel every muscle in his arm and chest tighten around her. She looked up at him and smiled. He took this opportunity to press his lips against hers.

This kiss wasn’t like anything she had felt before. It was defiantly unlike how he had kissed her the night before. His lips were moist yet strong and full of passion. Hermione gave into the kiss almost instantly. The little bit of Fred that lingered in the back of her mind was gone the moment he placed his lips over her.

 

Draco’s lips worked over Hermione’s in a slow and easy way at first, but as he continued he got more and more passionate and edger. After a bit she felt a warm hand creep up her shirt. She didn’t really think anything of it, too caught up in the moment.

It wasn’t long before her shirt was off and bra unhooked. Draco then picked her up and laid her down on her back on the blanket. It was then that the alarms started going off in Hermione’s head. She turned her head, but all Draco did was begin to kiss down her neck.

“Draco…” she choked out, but he paid no attention to this. Hermione’s mind went into frantic over drive. She did the first thing that came to mind, which was brought her leg up hard between Draco’s legs. He feel on her in pain. She pushed him off of her grabbing her shirt, and got up and ran around the corner.

“Aiden!” She cried out, wondering why he hadn’t been helping before. “Aiden.” She said a bit more quietly. It took him a minute, but soon enough he came swooping down.

“What’s wrong?” Aiden asked looking confused.

“Haven’t you been watching?” Hermione questioned.

“No… I thought you could take care of yourself…” Aiden continued, but then he noticed how she was dressed. Hermione quickly threw on her shirt. “What happened?!” Aiden demanded.

“Hermione…” They heard Draco’s voice came around the corner.

“Just get me out of her. I will explain later.” Hermione felt tears drop down her face. Aiden nodded, scooped her up in his arms, and kicked off the ground, flying. Hermione closed her eyes, curling up close to Aiden, hoping that Draco hadn’t saw.

When she felt the world stop moving she opened her eyes, but to her surprise they weren’t at Hogwarts.

“Where are we?” She inquired, looking around. It was a cave lit by a small fire.

“It’s Javtie Cave.” Aiden replied simply. “This was where I was. I had to go hunting… now what happened?

“Well it wasn’t really Draco’s fault, before you get all mad…” Hermione started off and then explained to him what had happened. “And my mind just started screaming at me and I just went into over drive…”

“It was his fault, Hermione.” Aiden finally said after awhile. “I know he is just a guy and he probably just got caught up in the moment, but he should have stopped and asked you first.”

“I think he thought it was romantic… I don’t know… I don’t want to think about it. Let’s go back to Hogwarts and get some sleep.”

Aiden just shook his head.

“No, he will go back. Even if it wasn’t all his fault, I don’t want you being there with him. You will stay here in the cave.” Aiden let out a deep sigh that made Hermione think that there was something else there.

“What is it?”

“What is what?”

“What is bothering you?” Hermione pushed on. Aiden looked up, meeting her eye, and Hermione could tell that he thought about lying to her.

“I was just planning on going to watch Britni sleep tonight…” He shrugged. “But I can do that tomorrow night. You need me now.”

Hermione felt a pain of guilt pain through her. She hadn’t told Aiden about her talk with Britni, but he probably knew if he read her mind. She made a mental note to work harder at that relationship.

Aiden took Hermione’s hand and led her to the back of the cave where she couldn’t see. He laid her down on a very soft bed and moved next to her. Hermione wanted to talk, but exhaustion hit her hard, and she was asleep in less than five minutes.

A/N: Well, there it is. I hope you guys like it! I wrote it in like two days… so sorry if it isn’t the best… I acutally think it is the best chapter yet.

Chapter 14: Making a date
  [Printer Friendly Version of This Chapter]


Chapter Fourteen: Making a Date

As the rays from the sun beamed into the cave Hermione grumbled and rolled over, covering her head, trying to get back to the marvelous dream she had been having. She heard a low chuckle from behind her and knew then that she wasn’t going to be going back to sleep.

“Go away.” She called, sleepily, not opening her eyes just yet.

“Can’t.” Aiden replied and she heard him walking toward her. “We need to get back to the castle. Get up.”

“No! Go away!” Hermione growled again and it annoyed her even more when he laughed. She didn’t hear him say anything else just yet, but felt pressure on either side of her. She rolled over, opening her eyes. She almost screamed when she saw Aiden propped up above her, looking rather amused. She sighed a bit, knowing he wasn’t going to let her sleep any longer.

“Get up or I am going to stare at you until you do.” He threatened and Hermione shrugged.

“Fine. You do that.” Hermione yawned and turned back over on her side, closing her eyes again. She could feel his eyes on her and the weight of his hands, but tried to forget about it. After about five minutes she heard a small hum that grew louder and louder. She recognized the tune as the annoying song of Henry the 8th I am. She sighed, knowing she wasn’t going back to sleep that morning. “Fine! You win! We will be late for classes anyway…”

“That a girl.” Aiden replied, sounding a bit proud of himself as he got off her and waited for her to get up. “You have clothes over there, get changed quick. Sorry about no shower, but if you were up earlier we might have gotten back in time.”

“Shut up…” Hermione said under her breath as she grabbed her clothes and headed back deeper into the cave.

When Hermione finally emerged fully dress she found Aiden sitting at the ledge of the cave, looking off the edge. She slowly walked over and sat down beside him.

“You are thinking about Britni, aren’t you?” She questioned and he turned his head to look at her.

“What? Now you can read minds too?” He replied with a small laugh.

“No… I have just gotten used to that look.” Hermione’s voice was soft, but she wasn’t for sure why. “My plan will work, Aiden. The potion will be ready tomorrow and all will be well. I promise.”

“Don’t promise the impossible, Hermione.” Aiden’s voice got serious as he looked back down.

“Why not? The impossible has been done before. Hell, Harry Potter saved the school for six straight years and he is just a kid.” Hermione explained. “Impossible can be done.”

“That makes no sense, Hermione.” Aiden shook his head and stood up. “Come on. We are already late.”

Hermione didn’t argue with him, but got up and went back. She didn’t think about it until classes were over and she was far away from Aiden. She had avoided Draco all day, a lot of help from Aiden she was sure of it.

After classes were finished Hermione told Aiden she was going to the library to work on something. She tried her best not to think about it in her mind, just to throw Aiden off. She was beginning to get how he worked now.

MISSION IMPOSSIBLE

This was what she wrote on the top of a piece of parchment. She then began to explain the situation and all she had put into the potion. She was sure that she would need it in the future, even if it was simply for story telling purposes. After she finished writing what she had done to the potion and rolled up the parchment and stuck it in her bag. She then got up and left the library. She had to find a way for Britni not to see Aiden as such a jerk.

When she saw Britni she was sitting alone in the Great Hall. She looked as if she was doing homework and was struggling with it. Hermione smiled at the opportunity and walked over to her.

“Need help?” She offered, sitting down in front of her. Britni looked up and rolled her eyes.

“What are you doing here?” She questioned disgusted.

“I saw you were struggling with your work and thought maybe I could help.” Hermione gave her best friendly smile.

“Help from a Slytherin?” Britni replied.

“Yes… I haven’t always been a Slytherin you know… I was a Gryffindor. I bet you would have trusted me then.” Hermione accused.

“Wh…” Britni was speechless. “Where is your other half?” When Hermione looked as if she didn’t know what the girl was talking about, she added, “Lawless.”

“Oh… he is um…” Hermione smiled a bit. “Volunteering at St. Mungos. The children’s ward.” Hermione lied, hoping the girl bought it.

“Lawless? Around kids? Are you joking?” She laughed a bit.

“He has a good heart. Don’t tell the other Slytherins… they already make fun of him for writing to his little sister every week and having a picture of his dog Dindy on his bedside table.” Hermione made up as she went along. She saw Britni’s face soften a bit and she praised herself in her head.

“He writes his sister?” She asked, but Hermione knew that it wasn’t meant to be answered. “Does he tell her what a jerk he is?” Hermione knew she was saying this to remind herself that he was a jerk.

“How can he not be? Think about it… a nice guy Slytherin? He would be totally disowned if he didn’t act the way he did…” Hermione then sighed, knowing what she was going to say next would be a big leap and maybe make Aiden want to kill her. “He really likes you though. I guess that is why he picks at you the most.”

Things were quite for a long while. Hermione examined her facial expressions for a little while and could tell she was thinking about what Hermione had just told her.

“This is a joke, isn’t it? Is this how you Slytherin’s get you kicks?” She nearly yelled at Hermione, slamming the book she had been working out of.

“Britni, please… I am not trying to trick you or anything. I’m trying to help a friend.” After Britni not replying to that, Hermione sighed. “Listen, come to the three broomsticks tomorrow night at seven. Third booth from the right when you first walk in. Talk to him. If you still think he is a jerk then you can completely forget him and pound the hell out of me if you would like.”

She didn’t reply. All Britni did was stand up, sling her bag over her shoulder, and walk out of the Great Hall. Hermione sighed, feeling pretty confident about what she had just done. She got up and went to the Slytherin common room where she knew she would find Aiden doing his potions homework.

“Don’t kill me.” Hermione pleaded as she sat down on the couch beside him. Aiden laughed a bit before turning to her.

“You talked to her!” He roared at her and Hermione knew he read her mind.

“Could you not do that and let me tell you?” Hermione questioned, but it was too late.

“Tomorrow at the Three Broomsticks?! Hermione, what if I have plans? What if the potion doesn’t work? I could kill her!” The last part was a hiss under his breath that he made sure only Hermione heard.

“It will work, Aiden… please. I go along with your things, go along with mine.” Hermione tried to reason.

“Fine… only because its you. I will try your potion and go to the Three Broomsticks… she probably won’t even show anyway…” Aiden trailed off.

“She will… she is way too curious not to.” Hermione smiled to herself, very satisfied.

“Hermione…” She heard a voice approach them and she looked up to see Draco standing there. She shook her head at Aiden when he moved to get up and say something to Draco. “Can we talk?”

“No… we can’t, Draco.” Hermione replied getting up and started toward the girls’ dorm.

“Please!” Draco pushed on as he blocked her way. “I didn’t mean to scare you off… I just… I don’t know. It felt right… I love you, Hermione.”

The words hit her hard and all she could do was stare at him. She shook her head and walked past him up to the girls’ dorm.

“He loves me? He barley knows me… this is not part of the plan…” Hermione muttered to herself. The mission wasn’t going at all as planned. She hadn’t found out anything. And to top it off, Draco Malfoy was in love with her. Talk about your surreal life.

She pushed her thoughts about Draco out of her mind and let thoughts of her mission fill them. It took her awhile to form a plan, but she finally did. She remembered back to when she went to visit Fred and George and the story Fred had told her. She had to go talk to George. She nodded to herself, laying down, her plan all set for the day ahead.

She got up bright and early and rushed to get a shower and get dressed. If she was going to make her escape she had to do it during breakfast.

She found Aiden in the common room, expecting him to be there since he didn’t eat. She hurried over to him and shoved the potion at him.

“Aiden Lawless you better drink that before tonight! And you better show up!” Hermione demanded, trying to rush the conversation she knew lay ahead.

“This is dangerous.” Aiden informed her, again reading her mind.

“I hate that, you know?” Hermione replied. “And I am well aware. But I have to do it for my mission, Aiden. I will be fine.”

“What do you think I am training you for?” Aiden hissed.

“That will help me when the final day comes, but I need info about who is on Voldemort’s side and who isn’t.” Hermione let out a deep breath, aggravated. “I will be fine. I can take care of myself. Don’t you dare think about following me!”

“Sometimes I really do think you can read minds too.” Aiden didn’t laugh as he said it this time.

“I just know you really well… please don’t worry. George won’t hurt me.” Hermione smiled and then without saying bye, hurried out of the door.

A/N: I know, this is a bit short. It was originally extra long, but I had enough to make a complete other chapter, so I did. You will see it real soon. I also have this story about finished. I am on chapter 19 now.

Chapter 15: George?
  [Printer Friendly Version of This Chapter]


A/N: Hello Readers… this is a very intense chapter. I hope you like it! J

Chapter Fifteen:

Stepping off the train and making my way toward Fred and George’s place Hermione had to keep reminding herself that it wasn’t night and it was still a couple of nights before the full moon. George wouldn’t hurt her if he wasn’t transformed. Plus, it was George we were talking about. Funny, goofy, loveable George. So what if he was a werewolf… that didn’t make Lupin evil and that didn’t make George evil. Then what was she doing here?

She sighed as she knocked on then door. It took a few seconds before she heard footsteps moving around and then finally George opened the door.

He looked extremely shocked to see her. So shocked that he didn’t move for a minute.

“Hermione! Hey!” He smiled sweeping her up into a huge hug.

“Hey, George… I was wondering if we could talk.” Hermione got to the point. She wanted to get back to school before Aiden’s date that night.

“Sure,” George nodded and motioned for her to come in.

After she came in George made some hot chocolate and they sat down in the living room just like Fred and her had done when he first told her the story of what happened to George.

“George… I am not sure how to say this…” She began, looking down into her cup. “I know you are a werewolf. Fred told me what happened and he is worried that you are working for Voldemort.” She flat out said. It wasn’t exactly how she had planned to tell him, but hey, it was a way, right?

“What? He said I was a werewolf working for Voldemort…” George sighed. “I was afraid of this. Hermione, Fred isn’t well. Every since Charlie’s death he has been losing his mind bits at a time. Somehow he talked Lupin into letting him go back to Hogwarts, thinking the Order sent him on some kind of mission. I am sorry if he scared you at all, but I am not a werewolf. I really do think Fred needs to get some help, though.”

Hermione almost believed him for a split second. The only way she knew he was lying was because Aiden hadn’t liked being there. He had said it stunk. She was still smart enough to know that that meant that there was a werewolf around and it wasn’t Fred.

“George, that is a lie and I know it… please… I need your help.” Hermione pleaded, looking into his eyes.

“Are you calling me a liar?” George’s voice changed to fury so fast it nearly knocked Hermione out of her seat. The look in his eye was almost red.

“No… but I know what you said wasn’t true. It is all right to tell me.” Hermione tried to calm him down.

“Tell you? Tell you! I am trying to save you! You and the rest of you sick humans! Fred accused me of working for Voldemort! You might want to ask you little blood sucking friend about Voldemort, because its them who are the one working for him not us! We are trying to fight against them!” Fred roared, his eyes growing red with every second that passed. “Oh! You didn’t think I knew about him did you? Aiden Lawless? I know all about your relationship with him!” With the last syllable of that George morphed into a full fledged werewolf. Hermione gasped as she moved out of her seat as he lunged at her.

“What the hell?” Hermione yelled, moving out of the line of fire again. She didn’t understand how that could happen. They could only change on the full moon. She jumped over the chair, but her foot didn’t quite make it, causing Hermione to fall to the floor, landing on her ankle. She let out a scream of pain and tried to get up, but it was no use. She looked up and saw the ugly werewolf lunge at her. She closed her eyes.

To her surprise nothing hit her. She soon heard a loud crash and her eyes flew open. She saw Aiden on top of the werewolf, for the first time now showing his fangs. He lowered his heard toward the werewolf and Hermione wasn’t for sure why, but knew it would probably kill George.

“Aiden, don’t!” Hermione yelled, crying now. Aiden looked over at Hermione with his “what the hell do you mean, don’t” look. “Please.”

Aiden rolled his eyes and took the werewolf’s head, slamming it down on the floor a few times. After the third time the werewolf slowly morphed back into George and he was bleeding. Hermione tried to get up, but it was impossible. She watched, though, as the blood dried up, but George didn’t open his eyes. Aiden rushed over to her, picking her up, heading toward the door.

“I told you it was dangerous.” He said sounding angry. His fangs were now gone.

“I told you not to follow me.” Hermione replied, and Aiden just shook his head. She knew they would talk once they got back to Hogwarts.

Hermione hated to see that the common room was empty. Everyone was in class and that meant that the common room was empty. Aiden sat Hermione down on one of the chairs.

“Hey, we better get to class, huh?” Hermione gave an attempt, knowing it wouldn’t work the moment she said it.

“I told you it would be dangerous! How did you expect me not to follow? When you go looking for trouble you will find it! How can you be so stupid to go see a werewolf and not be protected in any way!” Aiden yelled.

“It wasn’t a full moon… I didn’t think he could phase…” Hermione explained, trying to make him see.

“Don’t you get that it doesn’t even matter anymore! Voldemort has come up with a way where they don’t have to have a full moon to phase!” Aiden threw his hands up. “How could you be so careless!”

“He said…he said that they weren’t working for Voldemort… he said you were.” Hermione replied, looking up at Aiden, trying to see if there were any truth to what he had said.

“Hermione…” Aiden sighed and sat down in front of her. “I can’t really explain this to you… I myself am not working for Voldemort. You know that. As for the other vampires… I don’t know.”

“What do you mean you don’t know? You are a vampire, are you not?” Hermione questioned, folding her arms, leaning back a bit.

“Yes… but… it’s complicated. Stop asking.” Aiden demanded.

“No! My friend just about killed me and you are telling me to stop asking about it?” Hermione replied, yelling a bit.

“Yes, I am! Damn it, Hermione! Why can’t you just stay out of it!” Aiden was yelling again. “You are getting into things you don’t understand and in way over your head! Don’t you get you could die!”

“Of course I do! But I am willing to take that chance!” Hermione shouted back, making her throat hurt a bit.

“You are a bloody idiot! You should be focused on Voldemort! If you die like you about did today you will never get to him! Think things through!”

“I did! You are the one that didn’t tell me werewolves didn’t need a full moon to morph and you knew! It seems to me you know a lot more about what I am after than you are telling me, Aiden!” Hermione tried to stand up, but her ankle still hurt, so she remained seated.

“That is for your own safety!” Aiden warned.

“Is it? Or is all this just an act to throw me off?” Hermione accused and for a split second Aiden looked hurt.

“Is that what you think? That I am just trying to throw you off?” Aiden questioned, his voice a lot lower now.

“It is a possibility.”

Aiden just shook his head before picking her up again. This scared Hermione a little when he started to move. He first instinct was to scream, but she didn’t.

They ended up in the hospital wing and Aiden hadn’t said a word to her. He sat her on the bed and walked off.

“Miss Granger? Hello, Mr. Lawless told me you fell down the stairs to the girls’ dorm and hurt your ankle. Mind if I take a look?” The nurse asked as she entered Hermione’s little space. Hermione motioned for her to go on.

It turned out that it was broken and she could heal it in no time. Within minutes Hermione was free to go, but classes were over so she wasn’t for sure where she would go. Go find Aiden? She wasn’t for sure if that was the best idea. Go find Draco? She knew that wasn’t the best idea. So she made her way to the library.

Once there she sat down at her normal table, but this time without any books. She was just there to think this time. What had she just done? Lost the only friend she had? Was he even a friend though?

She thought back to everything she had been through with Aiden. He had tried to push her away when they first met and tried to help her learn to fight. But what if that was ordered from Voldemort? He was also secretive and angry. He said it was for her own good, but that could also be the talk of Voldemort.

When she glanced at her watch she noticed it was seven thirty. She wondered if Aiden was at his date. She wondered if he had used her to get to Britni to kill her… she sighed. What was she thinking? Aiden wasn’t like that. He had never been like that. She didn’t know why she had ever thought that. There was something that he wasn’t telling her, that she knew, but it wasn’t that he was working for Voldemort. She just had to find Aiden tomorrow and apologize.

She closed her eyes and tried to get some sleep, but it didn’t come. As she looked over at a near by clock she saw it was nearly two thirty. She sighed and sat up in bed, hating that she was like this. She couldn’t sleep when something was unresolved like that. She wondered if Aiden was in the common room.

As she made her way down to the common room she was very disappointed to see it was empty. He wasn’t there. She highly doubted he was up in the boy’s dorm. He had probably went to watch Britni sleep. As she thought of this she remembered the date and wanted to know badly how it went. She hated that he was angry with her. It was only in this time when she realized how many friends she had. Without him she didn’t have any. Sure there was Pansy, but Hermione didn’t count her as a friend. She sighed and sat down on the sofa.

Minutes later she heard footsteps behind her. She turned to see Aiden and she smiled a bit. He didn’t look so well.

“Are you all right?” She questioned him, but he just stared at her, standing in his spot.

“We finish your training now…” He told her and she was confused.

“Listen, sorry about before…” He held up his hand to silence her.

“You have to come to the cave with me now, Hermione. We don’t have much time.” He instructed her, taking a few steps toward her. Hermione shook her head, thinking it was all a dream.

“Aiden, you are scaring me…”

“I am sorry, but we seriously don’t have time for this. Just come with me… trust me.” It was the last two words that made Hermione get up. As much as she didn’t want to admit it she did trust him. With her entire heart, she trusted him. She followed him up the boy’s stair case, wondering where he was taking her.

Once there he picked her up and ran, flying out the window. In minutes they were at the cave. Hermione looked over at Aiden to see he still didn’t look any better.

“What’s wrong… you must tell me!” Hermione demanded.

“I can’t… but I can tell you that you must sleep, because you start intense training tomorrow.” He instructed her, setting her down on the bed she had slept on before. Hermione knew better than to argue with him. She hadn’t seen him like this, but knew not to tempt it.

“How was your date…” She tried.

“We will have plenty of time to talk about that later.” Aiden assured her. “You sleep now.”

Hermione sighed and rolled over, trying to do as she was told. Sleep didn’t come any easier than it had in the castle.

Chapter 16: Training... isn't it a blast?
  [Printer Friendly Version of This Chapter]


A/N: Hello my fans! I am so glad you all liked the last chapter. I was kind of worried about how you might react to it. Okay, here is the deal. I have eighteen chapter written, so I shouldn’t fall behind on the updating until I get there, but I have started college. The writing might be a bit slow. I know it seems I update slow, but I try to update every time they accept a new chapter and I don’t think I will be able to do that once eighteen is up. But no worries, I will still update, it will just take me a bit longer!

Chapter Sixteen:

As Hermione woke up to the rays of sun on her face, it took her a few seconds to remember all that had happened. Immediately after she did she sat up and searched for Aiden. He wasn’t anywhere to be found.

She quickly got up, but something strange happened. She didn’t hear her feet hit the floor. She gave a heavy jump, but didn’t hear anything. She then took a deep breath, one she would have heard, but nothing.

“OOOOOO” She tried to speak, but didn’t hear a thing. She strained really hard to make her ears work, but it just didn’t. Her hands flew to her ears, just to make sure they were still there.


What the hell is going on?

Hermione was just about to turn around and crawl back into bed to wait on Aiden when she was thrown to the floor from behind. She landed with a slam and held her arm in pain. She quickly looked back at Aiden.

“Whhahhaha” She tried to speak again, but found it really difficult to speak when you couldn’t hear. So she just gave him a ‘what the hell’ look as she got up, dusting herself off. She saw Aiden sigh and snap his fingers.

“Hermione, you have to watch your surroundings.” He informed her and she jumped back at the sound of his voice. “You aren’t observant at all!”

“I didn’t know what you wanted me to do!” Hermione protested, feeling it good to be able to speak again.

“When the time comes to actually use it do you really think the dark lord is going to give you time to ask me what you should do? Of course he isn’t! You have to be ready and observe everything! You can’t miss anything or you could die when it comes to Voldemort!” Aiden was yelling again and Hermione wasn’t for sure why.

“Aiden… what happened?” She inquired. “Did you date go bad?”

“We will have plenty of time to talk about the date after your training today… maybe at dinner. Now again!” And before Hermione could protest Aiden snapped his fingers and sentenced her to deafness. She rolled her eyes as he started to attack her; this time she was able to move just in time.

The trained like this four about two hours and Aiden was still really mad about her not making enough progress.

“I am trying!” She yelled after he took the charm off again.

“Trying isn’t good enough this time, Hermione!” Aiden fumed back at her, throwing his hands up. “I am sure Harry Potter tried to fight the Dark Lord in that graveyard three years ago the night Cedric Diggory died too!”

“Aiden, this is too much!” Hermione shook her head, sitting down.

“What are you going to do when Voldemort comes at you a lot harder than I am? Do you think you can simply say this is too much and he will let you go? No… HE WILL KILL YOU! I still don’t think you are getting that at all!” Aiden turned around and stayed there, his back to Hermione. She couldn’t make out anything on his face, but she knew it was probably fury. She sighed.

“I do get that, Aiden. I am really trying here and I know trying isn’t enough, but it is all I can do.” Her voice lowered to almost a whisper. She was on the brink of tears. She heard Aiden sigh, but knew he wouldn’t say anything else about it.

“On your feet.” He demanded as he turned back around. Hermione did as she was told without any argument. “We are going to try out being deaf and blind, all right?”

“But Aiden, how am I supposed to know what is coming?” Hermione had to ask, knowing it might make him mad.

“Feel…” He replied and started taking some steps toward her. “Can you feel my vibration? Could you tell I was coming?” He didn’t waste time for her to answer. Just simply snapped his fingers, rendering her deaf and blind.

The first attempt Hermione was knocked to the floor and was quite glad she was deaf so she didn’t have to hear Aiden yelling at her. She got back up to her feet immediately.

After about two hours of this, she really began to get the hang of it. Aiden seemed to be pleased, too, because he took the charm off and didn’t start yelling right away.

“That was good, you really started to get it there toward the end. You are still a bit choppy and late on a lot of your moves.” Aiden explained to her.

“Okay.” She nodded, not going to argue. She thought she had done very well. “What is next?”

“Lunch.” Aiden replied and Hermione’s stomach let out a fierce growl. “I will be right back.”

Aiden ran out of the cave and was back within seconds. In his hand was a plate piled with food.

“Enjoy.” He told her as he sat it down. “I will be back in about an hour.”

“Where are you going?” Hermione questioned.

“Hunting… after being alone with Britni last night and you now it is all getting too much for me. If I don’t get something now then things will turn out very badly.” Aiden explained.

“How did that go…with Britni, I mean?” Hermione pushed on as she took a bite out of a chicken leg.

“I told you I will explain that after we train.” With those last few words Aiden vanished and Hermione was left alone.

After Hermione ate she went to lie down. She was very tried and didn’t know if she could train anymore when Aiden did get back.


I wonder what Draco’s doing?

“You don’t need to be thinking about him.” She heard Aiden tell her and then she was wide awake.

“Sorry… my mind kind of drifted…” Hermione shrugged and got up.

“Ready to train some more?” Aiden asked.

“Would you kill me if I said no?” Hermione laughed a bit, but Aiden seemed to discard her answer.

“Let’s go then.” Aiden replied and started walking to the front of the cave. Hermione sighed and followed him.

They trained hard for the rest of the day. Aiden did every possible thing Hermione could think of to bring her pain or kill her while she was without many of her senses. She was glad when Aiden announced it was dinner time. This was her time.

“So, about that date…” Hermione pressed on, putting a spoon full of mashed potatoes in her mouth.

“You aren’t giving up, huh?” Aiden laughed. “All right… I guess I can tell you what happened.”

~*~*~*~Flash Back (AIDEN’S POV)~*~*~*~

I walked into the Three Broomsticks, completely sure of myself that she wouldn’t even show anyway. So imagine my surprise when I heard her voice in my head, thinking the exact same thing I was. Only she was thinking that I wasn’t going to show up and Hermione had tricked her.

“Hey.” I greeted with a shy smile as I sat down in the both on the opposite side of her.

“Hello.” She didn’t look at me. Something on the table seemed pretty interesting. Her mind was thinking so many different things I couldn’t sort out anything. I sighed. Sometimes I wish I didn’t have this power.

“I know this is weird…” I began, and she looked up meeting my eye with her perfect green ones. “I am sure you think I hate you, but…”

“Hermione said that you had to act like that. Something about the other Slytherins and them already being on your back…” She spoke and I smiled at the sound of her voice.

“Yeah…” I nodded. “I then realized I shouldn’t care what they think…I really like you.” This made her blush and I laughed a bit. In her mind she still wasn’t for sure if this was a joke or not.

“Umm…” She stumbled not for sure what to say.

“What would you like?” I questioned, pointing to the bar.

“Just a butterbeer… I am not hungry.” She gave a shrug and looked back down at the table. I laughed a bit to myself as I got up and went and ordered.

“Here you are,” I told her as I sat down the drink in front of her and took my seat on the other side.

“Aren’t you getting anything?” She asked me, seeing as I didn’t get anything.

“No.” I shook my head. “Not a big butterbeer fan and I’m not hungry either.”

“Oh…” She nodded as she took a sip of hers.

“You don’t have to be so shy, you know? I won’t bite…” I smirked a bit at my own little joke. I thought to myself that Hermione was probably the only one that would get it and find it funny. Great… now I was thinking about her. Maybe I shouldn’t have been so harsh with her earlier.

“I…I am sorry.” Britni finally said and looked up at me. “I am just not used to this…”

“Dating?” I questioned and she shook her head.

“Dating a Slytherin.” She corrected me.

“Oh, I see.” I nodded, not really offended. The small talk was really starting to get on my nerves.

“I am sorry.” She apologized again.

“What for?” I asked, but in her mind I already knew and it was silly.

“You are having a bad time.” She replied.

“I’m not… I am with you. You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this.” I explained to her, making her blush and look away again. “Let’s go for a walk, shall we?”

“Sure.” She agreed, taking the last few sips of her drink and getting up. She followed me out of the shop.

We walked along the streets of Hogsmade for quite sometime. I finally got her to talking about her family and school. She seemed to really loosen up. That was until the entire street froze, including her.

“Good Evening, Aiden.” I heard a familiar voice say to me.

“What do you want, Milachi?” I asked, moving myself in front of Britni.

“I see you have a date for this evening.” The voice seemed to get closer and then I realized he must be in the dark alley ahead. “Seize her.”

At these words five or six others scrambled and grabbed Britni. The moment I tried to help I was brought to my knees in searing pain.

“She has nothing to do with you!” I yelled at him as I watched them carry her away into the dark alley.

“But she has something to do with you, does she not?” Malichi replied with a slight laugh as he came into the light. I shivered at the look of him. He looked a lot like Draco Malfoy, but his hair was longer and he was much shorter.

“Don’t kill her…” I begged.

“You have no say in what we do with our coven, anymore. You left us remember?” Malichi bent down so he was eye level with me, the pain easing up a bit.

“Is that what this is about? Me leaving? She wasn’t the reason!” I yelled.

“I know that… remember, I can read minds, too.” He reminded me.

“Then why do this?” I asked through gritted teeth.

“You will find out soon enough…” With that there was a pop and he was gone and the streets were moving again. I got up quickly and went to get Hermione.

~*~*~ END OF FLASHBACK~*~*~

 

“Wow…” Hermione said breathlessly. She had finished with her meal now. “You have no idea where Britni is?”

“No, but I do know she is alive, but barley.” Aiden explained. “I still have a slight connection with the coven and I can still hear her thoughts if I try hard enough. I think Malichi has got a plan and he is going to use her to get to me. That is why I have to train you like I do.”

“Do you know when it is going to happen?” Hermione questioned, something very weird coming into her mind.

“No, I don’t… Hermione don’t think that…”

“I… I can’t help it…” Hermione stuttered. “I love him, Aiden.”

“I know.” He sighed and nodded. “I know…all right. I don’t think it will be tonight, so why don’t I take you back to Hogwarts so you can spend tonight and tomorrow with him. They should be finishing up with dinner right about now.”

“What about training?”

“Love is very important. If you have thoughts about what ifs with Draco then you are as good as dead. You need to make good of everything wrong in your life… just in case you don’t make it.”

Hermione swallowed hard and nodded. Aiden moved over to her and picked her up and took her back to Hogwarts without another word.
She asked herself, about unconscious.
She thought, but the moment she did she felt incredibly stupid. This must have been one of Aiden’s tests. But where was he? Shouldn’t he be here to explain what she was to do? Shouldn’t he wait until after he told her what to do to deafen her?

Chapter 17: Hermione's Little Vacation
  [Printer Friendly Version of This Chapter]


A/N: I am not for sure what happened to my reviews, but it happened to a lot of stories. So please help get my reviews back to 100!

AA/N: School is going good. I have actually had this chapter written for a while, just never had time to post it. Hope you all like it. We are getting near the end, but not so much, lol. I still have a few more twists and turns.

Chapter Seventeen: Hermione’s little vacation

Aiden had been right. When Hermione got back to Hogwarts everyone was filing out of the Great Hall. Aiden had went back to the cave. Hermione knew he knew more than he let on, but wasn’t going to push it. He had let her in on some of it and surely the rest would fall into place.

“Draco!” Hermione called after him when she finally saw the glint of golden hair come out of the Great Hall. He turned and looked around to see who had called his name. “Over here!” His eyes grew wide as he pushed people out of the way to come over to her.

“Where have you been?” He questioned, embracing her in a hug. She smiled and hugged back.

“Umm… long story. I was wondering if you wanted to spend tonight and tomorrow in the room of requirements with me.” Hermione offered. She knew she had missed enough class as it was, but tomorrow’s wouldn’t hurt. According to Aiden this was part of her mission and her mission was way more important than classes.

“Sure…” He nodded and took her hand. With that they both walked up to the common room.

“Meet me there in ten minutes?” Hermione negotiated.

“Yeah.” He nodded. They weren’t going to leave together. They didn’t want anyone to think anything of it.

As Hermione packed she began to get scared. What if this was the last time she saw Draco? What was she going to say? What was she going to do? She tried to shake off the thoughts as she packed as fast as she could and bolted out of the room.

She wanted to make sure she was at the room first, so she had a chance to change it. She needed a nice cozy little bedroom with furniture and a bathroom. A place she would feel comfortable.

Opening the door Hermione’s breath was caught. The room was beautiful. It was done over in a calm creamy blue. The fire place was just like the common room with sofa and arms chairs on either sides. Then behind it was a queen size bed that matched the walls. She was a bit skeptic about that. She wasn’t for sure if she wanted to give Draco that impression.

“Hermione,” his voice jolted her out of her memories. The bag from her shoulder dropped as she spun around to see him. She smiled and walked over to him.

“Hey,” she smiled, shifting her weight to one foot as she stopped.

“Are you going to tell me where you were now?” He questioned, taking a step closer to her.

“I just… I had to get away.” She shrugged. “You scared me that night on the cliff…”

“I know…” Draco moved her into his arms, kissing her hair. “I am so sorry for that. It was never my intention.”

“I love you.” Hermione whispered into his shoulder. She felt him stiffen a bit and she wasn’t for sure if he heard her. “Draco?”

“I heard you.” He whispered back. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah… I am.” Hermione nodded. She wasn’t sure when she had fallen in love with him, but she knew she was. When she had thought about dieing, he was all she could think about.

“I love you, too.” He replied, pulling back a little bit to kiss her lips.

“Then you will understand after tomorrow I won’t be at school…” Hermione felt the tears start to form in her eyes.

“What? Of course you will…” Draco started to argue, but Hermione shook her head.

“No, Draco, I won’t.” She took in a deep breath, hoping the tears stayed in her eyes until she was through. “I am leaving tomorrow afternoon…”

“Why?” Was Draco’s only question.

“I can’t tell you…” Hermione sobbed, the tears falling. “I had to come back to see you…”

“Hermione, what is going on?” Draco stroked her hair, trying to get her to calm down.

“I can’t tell you.” Hermione shook her head. “I don’t really know myself. Just remember, if I don’t come back, I love you.”

“Don’t come back? Hermione, you are talking crazy…” Draco pulled her closer. “Where are you going?”

“I can’t tell you.” Hermione repeated, but wasn’t getting frustrated. She felt something wet on her neck as Draco buried his face in it. It took her a minute to realize he was crying.

“Don’t go, then.” Draco’s voice cracked a little.

“I have to, Draco.” Hermione replied.

“I can’t lose you.” Draco replied and held her even closer. Neither said another word, just stood there in their embrace.

Hermione pulled back from the embrace after about ten minutes and stared into Draco’s tear filled eyes with her own. She wiped her eyes with her hands and laughed a bit, trying to lighten the mood, but it didn’t help. Draco just stared at her in awe.

A singe of guilt fired up in her stomach. He was looking at her in this way and she had lied to him. He thought she was a prueblood. Hermione, herself, had almost forgot that she wasn’t. No matter what she made everyone think and even herself sometimes, the fact was she was still muggle born. She knew she had to tell him; knowing it would change everything.

As she opened her mouth to tell him he covered his mouth with hers. Everything that she had been thinking disappeared into oblivion as she put everything into the kiss. She felt her tears mix with his. She slowly began to led him to the bed without breaking the kiss.

When she got there she broke the kiss and sat down on the bed, moving back, waiting for him to join her.

“Hermione, what are you doing?” Draco asked as he watched her.

“What does it look like?” Hermione smiled, trying to stop crying, as she looked at him.

“Are you sure? We don’t have to. That isn’t why I came here.” Draco assured her.

“I want to. I love you, Draco. This might be the last night we get to spend together ever and I want to make it worth it.” Hermione explained to him, again forgetting she was actually muggle born.

Draco smirked a little as he crawled on top of her and began to kiss her again.

“I love you.” He breathed in her ear as he began to kiss down her jaw line to her neck while taking off her shirt.

~*~*~Scene Skip~*~*~

Hermione lay on her back, Draco’s arm protectively over her. She looked over at him sleeping soundly and smiled. He looked so much like a child at that point. All his features were relaxed and calm. Hermione reached out and stroked the side of his face, smiling to herself. She yawned and noticed that she would fall back asleep if she didn’t get up and get a shower.

She gently moved his arm off her, slowly laying it back down. She then tip toed off to the shower.

She took in a deep breath as the steam filled the room. She was very sore and climbed into the shower in hopes that it would take away some of the soreness.

She sighed as the hot water caressed her body, hugging it tightly. Her muscles relaxed with the water, and she just stood there for a little bit. She then began her shower, stepping completely under the water.

With her head engulfed in water and all she could hear was it running, she didn’t hear the door open and close again. Nor did she hear the shower curtain slide back and someone else get into the shower with her. She did, however, notice the two arms that wrapped tightly around her waist and the chin that rested on her shoulder.

“You left me…” Draco whispered in her ear, kissing her shoulder.

“I had to get a shower…” Hermione explained taking a deep breath.

“Yeah, well you could have told me. We could have done it together.” Draco offered tightening his grip, but not hard enough to hurt her.

“I didn’t want to wake you.” Hermione replied, turning in his arms. As she looked at his face she knew it was time to tell him the truth. “Draco…”

“Shh…” He cooed as he began to kiss her neck. She had gotten caught up in the moment last night and allowed herself to forget the conversation that they needed to have, but not now.

“No.. Draco, listen.” She demanded, pushing him away. He raised his eyebrow. “I have to tell you something and I really hope you can understand…”

“Are you breaking up with me?”

“No, but you might want to after you hear this… Draco, I lied. I lied about everything. I am not pure-blood and my parents were muggles.” Hermione admitted and waited for his reply. It didn’t come, though. He dropped his arms from her and just stared at her.

Hermione wasn’t for sure if she should apologize or just wait, but before she had time to figure it out Draco stepped out of the shower and Hermione soon heard a door slam. She stepped away from the running water and listened to his movement in the next room. She heard him walking around and then stop. She guessed he was getting dressed. Then soon after she heard the door slam and she knew he was gone.

Hermione hit her head on the wall and slid down it, letting the water pour over her. She was now regretting even coming. She should have just stayed with Aiden.

Hermione got to her feet quickly as she heard the door open again. Could it be Draco coming back? She hopped out of the shower as fast as she could, wrapping a towel around her and shooting out of the bathroom.

“Draco?” Hermione asked as she entered the main room. Nobody was there, though. “Hello?” Hermione questioned, looking around. She had heard someone enter the room, hadn’t she? She was positive she had. She spun around, seeing nothing. “Oh I get it… Aiden, this isn’t funny.” She laughed a bit, relaxing. Aiden was just trying to scare her.

“I’m not Aiden.” Said a very strange voice.

“Oh, you learned to pull your voice. Come on, Aiden, this isn’t funny!” Hermione gave a shaky laugh, not sure if she was believing it was Aiden anymore.

“Grab her.” The voice added and something seemed familiar. Hadn’t this been what was in Aiden’s story. All of a sudden their was a red light and Hermione fell to the floor.

Chapter 18: The First Battle
  [Printer Friendly Version of This Chapter]

A/N: This chapter is shorter than the rest, but it wasn’t acutally finished. I have a huge research paper due and probably won’t be able to write anymore until the end of the semester, which is nearing. So I thought that this would be a good ending point for this chapter. I hope you enjoy!
~Goddess Faith

Chapter Eighteen: The first battle

“Come and play, Hermione…” A voice hissed through the night as Hermione slowly awoken and stood up, not yet opening her eyes. For a moment she thought she couldn‘t. Then the voice came again. “We won’t hurt you.”

Hermione’s eyes snapped open then, but it hurt really bad. Her vision was blurred and her eyes burned. She squinted her eyes, trying to take a look around. Even with her vision blurred she could tell that she wasn’t familiar with this place. From what she could see she was in a forest of some kind. It wasn’t the forest on Hogwarts grounds, she knew, but it was the forest from her dream. She tried to look around to who was talking. Then, all at once, she heard a lot of footsteps. Who all was here?

She concentrated hard on the other senses, just like Aiden had taught her. It sounded like there were about nine other pairs footsteps coming at her. Hermione’s hearing tried to focus on how fast they were coming. But something took her by surprise. A very husky breathing creature was near her. She heard the rustle of the leaves and the ump in the breath and Hermione knew it was jumping at her. She moved just in time to feel the wind off the creature hurling past her. She was terrified. Where was Aiden?

“Yeah, Hermione, come on… we won’t bite… much,” They kept taunting her. Hermione was confused. Were they vampires?

“Back off, Milachi,” A strong voice yelled and then she saw a blurry figure come in front of her. In her dream she hadn’t gotten who that was at first, but by now she would know the voice anywhere. It was Aiden. The thought of him being there made her feel a tad bit safer.

“Brave boy, Aiden. Or perhaps foolish. Yes, defiantly foolish.” The hissing voice said again as she heard leaves scatter toward her. The figure that Hermione knew was Aiden flew away from her. She heard something hard hit something else very hard. She guessed that was Aiden being slammed into a tree. She then heard something very odd.

It was a different kind of breathing pattern than the others had, yet she knew this one. The footsteps stopped a moment, meaning that this person picked up their entire foot when the walked. The others let it drag in the leaves. She now knew who this was.

“Draco?” She whispered to herself. What was he doing there? Wasn’t he angry with her?

She heard him shout a curse she had never heard of before, but it didn’t seem to work. She only heard one fall, but heard the others start rushing toward them. She quickly moved, rubbing her eyes, wishing her vision would come back.

Hermione then thought of something. Her wand! She started to feel around her robes for her wand. It wasn’t in her normal pocket, but she didn’t panic just yet. When it wasn’t anywhere else, then she got worried.
“Mr. Malfoy, how did I know you would show up?” Milachi was talking. They didn’t seem to be around Hermione anymore. She listened hard, wondering what was happening and where Aiden was. Or even if he was all right.

“It was the way your intended it.” Draco snared. “I won’t let you kill her. You will have to go through me first!”

“That was the plan.” One of the other ones laughed and Hermione gasped. They were going to kill Draco! She couldn’t let this happen! “Do you really think we wanted a silly girl that wasn’t even a threat to us? She is after the Dark Lord… he will take care of her. But you… you will be a great brother to our family.”

“Over my dead body!” Hermione yelled, not even thinking about what she was saying. It had really made her mad when he said she wasn’t a threat to them. She hadn’t even begun thinking about how they even knew about Draco. I heard only one creature start toward me.

“That can certainly be arranged, Miss Granger.” Milachi informed her in a calm voice. Even though she could only see a blurred outline of him, she knew she hated him. Right down the to the depths of her soul.

“Then bring it on… I am not a threat right? Why let the Dark Lord do it? Take me on now! Save him the trouble.” Hermione challenged him, taking a step back. He then laughed, which made her insides twist in anger.

“Little Miss Granger… you can’t honestly think you can beat me…” Milachi replied, light heartedly.

“I can try.” She defended, hoping the other vampires wouldn’t attack Draco if she was occupying their master.

“Nah… I am not wasting my time or energy on some silly little girl. I have bigger things to do.” She then heard his footsteps stalk off.

Great, now what? She asked herself, trying not to sigh. She knew one spell that would wipe them all out, but she didn’t have a wand.

“Attack!” She heard Milachi yell and then all of a sudden there were nine jumps and one scream. Draco was the scream.

Hermione heard something useful, though. Something hard and thin hit the ground. Draco’s wand! It had to have been. Hermione rushed over, picking it up.

“RADDICO!” Hermione yelled, seeing the orange light emurge from the wand and light up the entire forest. Then it was dark again. She listened carefully to see if it had worked. She didn’t hear anything so she was guessing it had.

Her vision now returned to her and she knew that something must have happened to
Milachi, because he had cast the curse on her. It was still very dark and she could barley see anything.

As she walked around she tripped over several bodies.

“Lumos.” She said and the tip of Draco’s wand lit up. Her first mission was to find Draco. That wasn’t that hard. The hard part was removing all the bodies on top of Draco. After that she was sure he would be okay, so she had to find Aiden. She knew he had been here, but something had happened and Hermione wasn’t for sure what it was.

“Aiden!” Hermione yelled, but didn’t get a reply. She hurried toward where she had heard him crash up against a tree. To her shock, he was still there. His lifeless body lay tangled up near a tree. Surely crashing into a tree couldn’t kill an immortal. Milachi had done something else… or had it been her? Had the spell effected him too?

Hermione began to feel very dizzy and weak. She knew she couldn’t get out of here with both boys… not even one. So she sent up sparks with the wand, hoping someone would see them. She then fell to the ground, passing out.

~*~*~*~*~

As Hermione opened her eyes she was in a plain white room that smelled highly of anti-germ solutions. She sat up and looked around. It resembled a muggle hospital, but Hermione knew better. She was in St. Mungos.

Looking around she found a button on her left. She hit it, hoping it called a nurse into her room. Lucky for her, it did.

“Well, we were wondering when you were going to be up.” The nurse’s friendly smile annoyed Hermione.

“Do you know where Draco Malfoy or Aiden Lawless are?” Hermione questioned, not bothering to be friendly or nice.

“Um… they are here. I can tell you that, but I cannot tell you anything else. It is very private.” The nurse explained to her and I flood of relief came over her. If they were here, it must mean they were all right. Right?

“All right. Thank you… may I please go?” Hermione questioned, raising her eyebrow.

“Um…” The nurse checked her charts. “Well… it seems there is no reason you can’t… Yes… you are free to go.”

With that Hermione jumped up, grabbed the clothes on the near by chair and went off to the bathroom to change. She had to get out of there as quickly as possible. She had to see Draco and Aiden and knew one way of doing that.

Hermione had to go back to Hogwarts to get help from her former friends. She knew it wouldn’t be easy.

“Harry…” Her voice was a little bit above a whisper as she sat down beside him in the Great Hall. He turned toward her, a disgusted look upon his face.

“Shouldn’t you be over there with your precious Slytherins?” He hissed a her and she let her head fall.

“I need your help, Harry.” Hermione tried. “My friends are in St. Mungo’s and I have to know if they are all right. Please…”

“Help? You want us to help you after what you did? You abandoned Ron and me when we needed you the most. Why should we help you?” Harry questioned her. She felt her heart fall as he did. She wanted Harry to just forgive and forget, but she couldn’t blame him for not doing that. She also couldn’t tell him her plan. That would make an even bigger mess of things. She would just have to find a way to do this on her own.

Hermione stood up and started out of the Great Hall. She should have known that that wouldn’t work. She had lost Harry and Ron forever.

“Hermione!” She heard a voice run up behind her. She turned around, hopeful that it was Harry. It wasn’t. Just Fred.

“Yeah?” She asked, not bothering to be mean.

“I heard you need help… with your friends. I will help if you want me to.” He offered and Hermione wasn’t for sure if he was being sincere or not.

“Why would you want to help me?” She questioned, folding her arms. He was mad at her.

“As hard as it may be to believe, Hermione… I still care about you a great deal. Sure, I don’t understand everything you do, but I still care about you just the same.” Fred explained and Hermione couldn’t stop herself from smiling.

“Fine… hurry. I don’t know how much time we may have…” She didn’t take the time to explain, but motioned for him to follow her.

~*~*~

“Now, I am not sure where they are.” Hermione whispered to Fred as they approached St. Mungo’s.

“Then what is the plan to find them?” Fred inquired, staring up at the building.

“Well… they have to have a chart at the front desk, right?” Hermione explained, making the plan up as she went along. “I was thinking that you can put up some sort of distraction… you and Fred did make those things with the bleeding, right? Well, I need something like that. Just to get the main woman away from the desk and the people in the waiting room distracted.”

“Got it.” Fred smirked, pulling a small green gummy out of his pocket. Hermione shook her head, knowing better than to ask. Hermione nodded toward him, motioning for him to go first.

Hermione followed close behind him, keeping watch over everything.

Chapter 19: Saving Her Guys
  [Printer Friendly Version of This Chapter]


A/N: All right, so I had some trouble with this chapter. Actually it was easy to write the first time, but they told me I couldn't describe torture and that was a big part in this chapter. I hope I did a good job at fixing it and I hope you all enjoy!~Goddess Faith

Chapter Nineteen: Saving Her Guys

The plan worked perfectly! Fred did a great job at distracting the nurses and Hermione zipped in and out, grabbing several charts. She ran until she reached the elevator and only looked at the charts when the doors were closed and she was sure she was alone.

“Draco Malfoy… Aiden Lawless…” She muttered as she scanned through the charts, looking for any sign of their names. “Come on!” She pleaded, not having a back up plan.

Finally on the last chart on the last page she found them both.

“Floor -1?” She questioned as she looked at it again, knowing it must be a mistake. Could their be a -1 floor? Was it the basement?

She looked up at the buttons on the elevator, examining them carefully. What could this be talking about? It only had 1-60. No floor above or below. This had to be a typo, right? For some strange reason, Hermione got the feeling that it wasn’t. Maybe there really was a -1 floor. The elevator dinged and the doors opened revealing a very upset looking nurse.

“Is everything all right?” Hermione questioned, folding the charts in her arms.

“Um… yeah…” The nurse nodded, hitting the floor button she was going on. She then looked at Hermione’s arms. “Where did you get those charts?”

“Um… I am an… intern!” Hermione came up with it. “I am suppose to deliver these to Healer Samules on floor -1.”

“Are you?” The nurse sounded as if she wasn’t for sure if she believed Hermione.

“Yes, ma’am, I am. I know she usually doesn’t work on that floor, but this was an emergency and she really needs these charts…” Hermione sighed, trying to act dumb. “Problem is I wasn’t listening and I have no idea how to get there.”

“What is your name, kid?” The woman asked, folding her arms.

“Pansy Parkinson.” Hermione said the first name that came to her mind. She knew if she was going to make this work she couldn’t use her own name.

“I swear if I get in trouble for this I am coming after you.” The nurse rolled her eyes and then turned to the buttons. She slid a trap door open that revealed three buttons. One was green, one was purple, and the last was brown. She hit the purple one twice, then the green one, the brown on four times, and then hit the purple one last time. As soon as she did this the elevator jolted and it felt as if the cord holding it had snapped as they started hurling down. Hermione wanted to scream, but the nurse looked calm, so she didn’t.

They finally stopped, knocking Hermione off her feet. The nurse offered her hand and pulled Hermione up. She didn’t let go at first.

“Be very careful down here. It is very dangerous!” She warned as the door beeped and opened. The warning shook Hermione a bit and she was confused. Should she go? Of course! Her best friend and boyfriend were down here somewhere! Hermione nodded to the nurse as she stepped out of the elevator.

Hermione was expecting to see a normal hall, just like the rest of the floors. So imagine her shock when she stepped into darkness. For a second Hermione was scared, but remembered she had other senses to rely on. She closed her eyes as she felt a rush of moist air surround her and she stretched her arms out to feel that the walls near her were narrow. She listened closely to hear something that surprised her. Screams of pain echoed from all around her. Hermione bit her lip as her eyes opened again.

This time she could see a bit more. Her eyes were adjusted enough to see that the hall was fairly lit by a lantern here or there. As she began to walk, she took out her wand. This made her feel a tad bit better about the situation. The screams of pain never died down and it made Hermione winch every time. What was going on?

She came to an iron door and she looked at it for awhile. It was now that she wished she had Harry and Ron there for backup. Harry was fearless when it came to stuff like this. She should have known he wouldn’t help her save two Slytherins. She didn’t blame him either.

She shook her head, knowing she was only trying to distract herself from the task at hand. She sighed as she forced open the very heavy door. Hermione jumped back as a very bright light exploded her eyes. She shielded her eyes as she tried to get them to adjust.

Once they did she kind of wished they never had. There was a long hall, just like in the room before, but in this hall there were cages that lined the walls. She looked around and saw that there were people in the cages. A moment of pity came over her as she thought about how she would save them all. Then they got a whiff of her. Then it didn’t take two seconds until they were pushed up against the cages.

“Hey sweetie, how about coming over her. Let me take a bite you.” One called and at first Hermione was confused until he smiled showing his long fangs. This scared Hermione, because she had never seen vampire fangs before. Aiden kept his hidden.

“Yeah, walk this way. Your blood sounds so good.” Another one on the other side of her said.

“Are you all vampires?” Hermione questioned rather stupidly. “That must have been what the nurse warned me about.” She whispered to herself.

Hermione began to walk quickly past them, trying to ignore the remarks and trying to find Aiden. Maybe they could get out of here and find Draco.

“AIDEN!” She yelled as she began to get scared.

“HERMIONE!” She heard someone shout back and then a loud scream of pain. She began to run toward it.

“AIDEN!” She yelled again, but didn’t get a response, just another scream.


She ran as fast as she could until she finally came to the cage where she saw Aiden laying on the ground and another guy standing over him. This guy let a whip fall to the ground as he jumped around in surprise when he heard Hermione.

“Stuplify!” Hermione yelled, stunning the person and running to the cage.

Aiden looked terrible. He had no shirt on, just a pair of dirty looking boxers and blood poured from his back. For a moment Hermione stood in shock, not knowing vampires could bleed. Then she realized how stupid it sounded right then and ran over to Aiden’s cage.

“Aiden!” She cried. “What is this place?”

“No time to explain. Can you break that lock?” Aiden pointed to a small lock. He leaned up against the cage bars for support. Hermione knew he must be exhausted.

“Yeah, but why can’t you just break it? You are super strong.” Hermione questioned and Aiden shook his head.

“Something else I will have to explain once we are out of here. Please, just break the lock. We have to get Draco and get out of here!” He started to sound annoyed and Hermione knew she better do as she was told.

“Bumbardos!” She yelled at the lock and it shattered to pieces. Aiden pushed open the cage and ran out, grabbing Hermione’s hand.

“Aiden! Where are we going?” She yelled, trying to keep up as he ran farther down the hall. No where near the door.

“They have Draco in the back. If we don’t get to him soon, they might just kill him!” He called back to her.

“What?”

“Hermione, please, we will have time to talk later!” Aiden explained again. Hermione sighed.

After about a minute of running and snapping vampires, they came to another strong door. Aiden backed away from it and sighed.

“I can’t go through this door. Only you can, right now. I really hope Draco is still alive. This room will probably be very bright, just like this one. I am not sure what it holds, I can’t go in or I will be useless. You must go in and carry Draco out. If you can do that then I might be able to carry him out of here.” Aiden instructed her. Hermione wanted to ask questions, but knew better.

“I know I am scaring you and you have a million questions… yes I know you hate when I read your mind to.” He smiled a little, reminding her of Aiden. “Just trust me. Once we get out of here, everything will be all right. I promise.”

“I am going to hold you to that.” Hermione told him as she pushed open the door and ran in. Aiden was right, the room was very bright and also very small.

“Draco!” She yelled as she saw a very limp blonde boy laying in the center. She rushed over to him and rolled him over. He was unconscious. She bit her lip, wondering what was going on. She quickly grabbed his arm and started to drag him across the floor. She knew she wouldn’t be able to carry him. She wasn’t that strong.

She opened the door and drug him out. Aiden was quickly by her side after the door was closed. He knelt down over Draco and put him hand over his lower stomach and closed his eyes.

“He is alive, but barley. I know how to help, though, don’t worry.” Aiden picked Draco up, but struggled. Hermione wondered what had happened to his super strength. “Don’t worry, I will explain. I am going back to the little cave where we trained before. I need you to meet me there first thing in the morning. Go back to Hogwarts for tonight and make sure that you are not alone for one second. We will leave for a new hide out tomorrow. Again, don’t worry. This is only the start of the war you wanted to finish.” Aiden kissed the top of her hand and then in a flash he was gone, leaving Hermione in a room full of snapping vampires.

It took her no time to get back to the main lobby where she found Fred waiting for her. She was a tad bit surprise, considering that she had forgotten all about him being there.

“Did you find them?” Fred asked her as they walked out of the place.

“Um… yeah I did.” She nodded and bit her lip. “It was actually kind of emotional. You know… to see them so hurt.” She tried to lie. “I just want to go back to Hogwarts and get some sleep.”

Chapter 20: Draco
  [Printer Friendly Version of This Chapter]


A/N: Again this was suppose to be apart of Chapter Nineteen, but it got to long, so here it is in a different chapter.

AA/N: I have given Twilight the credit it has deserved in the chapter where Aiden told Hermione what he was. The vampire thing is really the only thing I have taken from Myers. To be completely honest, right now, I hate Twilight. Well, the movie anyway. The rest of this story won’t be anything like Twilight. That isn’t because of the movie. I have had this idea for awhile. I think I have done a pretty good job at straying away from it in my last view chapters, though.

Chapter Twenty: Draco

Hermione couldn’t sleep at all that night. She knew that Aiden had told her not to worry, but it was impossible not to! She knew he knew that and if things weren’t so serious right then, he might actually think it was funny.

It seemed like it took forever for the sun to rise. It was like it knew she was waiting on it so she could go check on Draco and have everything explained to her.

So when the sun finally did rise she was out of the castle before anyone could stop her. She made her way to the shed, seeking out her plan to steal a broom from the shed. She was scared about flying, especially by herself, but had confidence in herself. She had been with Draco and Harry when they flew, it looked easy. Wrong.

Hermione zig zagged and flipped around everywhere in the sky. She shocked herself when she made it to her destination. She was a tad bit sick, but she didn’t care. As soon as she got off of the broom she threw it off the cliff. Never again would she do that!

“Aiden!” She called as she turned around and started into the familiar cave.

“Shhh!” Aiden hissed as he came into view. “Draco is trying to sleep. He has had a rough night. I finally got enough blood in him and got him to understand things about you.”

“What do you mean?” Hermione asked confused.

“Come with me. We need to talk.” Aiden sighed as he led her outside. He sat down on the edge of the cliff, feet dangling off the edge, and motioned for her to sit beside him. She automatically did as she was told. She looked around, however, wondering where the sun had gone.

“What’s going on?” She questioned again.

“Well… I am really not sure where to begin. I suppose you want to know about the wood fight, huh?” Aiden asked and it made Hermione realize that she hadn’t even been worried about it. Aiden went on anyway. “Milachi kidnapped you. You remember him, right? He was the one that got Britni.” Hermione nodded. “Well they cursed and drugged you.”

“Why did they want me?” Hermione questioned.

“They didn’t really. They wanted Draco…” Aiden sighed. “I am not for sure on the details. When I ran from the coven, I lost connection with them through our minds. So I really couldn’t tell what they were thinking. I mean I can to some extent, but they can hide things from me and vice versa. That is why I know they weren’t after you. They don’t have a reason.”

“Why did they want Draco, then?”

“Like I said, things are a bit hazy. What I got out of them was that the dark lord’s fall would have something to do with Draco. They had set out to kill him and you were their bait. They never anticipated on you actually being able to fight in your condition or me showing up. That threw them off.”

“But in St. Mungo’s you said if he wasn’t already dead… were they trying to kill him too? Are they evil?” Hermione asked.

“Hard question to explain. No, St. Mungo’s itself is not evil. They think they are doing the right thing by keeping vampires locked up.” Aiden sighed again, before going on. “Can you slow down your mind? I can only answer one thing at a time.”

“Sorry.” Hermione replied.

“You saw the whip they were hitting me with, didn’t you?” Hermione nodded again. “You also wondered why I couldn’t just break the lock and go in the room. All those things were made of or lined with tinklton.” Aiden laughed a bit. “Remember your remark about me being a superhero? Well, that is like my kryptonite. All vampire’s kryptonite. It makes me weak and if I am around it long enough I will die.”

“Oh… wait… so why was Draco in that room?” Hermione went on, but shook her head. “No!”

“I am afraid so, Hermione. In the woods instead of killing Draco, the coven changed him into a vampire. That is why I was giving him blood.” Aiden explained.

“If he is just turned I won’t get to see him.” Hermione stated, her eyes filling with tears.

“That is what I thought, too, but then I got to examining him last night and realized he isn’t fully one of us. It takes very little blood to fill him up. He is only half of what I am. So as long as he has blood I am thinking you should be fine. Of course, as with me, this is a really big risk. I completely understand if you are coming to see this war is way more than you bargained for and you want out.” Aiden offered, but Hermione shook her head.

“No. The Dark Lord killed my parents and sent his blood sucking leeches, no offense, to kill my boyfriend. Like hell if I am backing out.”

“I was hoping you would say something like that…” Aiden got to his feet. “I have cast a protection charm over this place and it should hold until I return from finding somewhere else to hide. I should be back tomorrow. Draco knows where the blood is, but you might have to get it. He is very week. Remember that. He was beat worse than I was with the whip, not to mention everything else they did to him. He is pretty beat up. He might not look the same, either.”

“All right.” Hermione nodded, getting to her feet as well. “I will see you when you get back. Remember, you promised everything would be okay.”

Aiden walked over to her and embraced her in a hug.

“I am really going to try to keep that promise, too.” He let go of her. “I will see you later.” In a flash he was gone, leaving Hermione sitting there.

It didn’t take her any time to rush into the cave in search of Draco. She didn’t say anything, knowing he was asleep. She went straight for the bed.

She nearly yelled as she saw what was laying there. Aiden was right, Draco didn’t look at all like himself. He lay there, sprawled out, no shirt. He was covered in bruises and cuts, dried blood on his nose, and he was very pale. Hermione gasped loudly, waking the sleeping Draco.

“Uggg…” he groaned as he opened his eyes, one swollen. He raised up a bit and looked at her. “Mudblood.” He whispered and she took a step back.

“Oh…” Hermione said shocked, looking down. She had forgotten that she had told him that she wasn’t prueblood. “I am sorry. I will go.” She turned to leave, tears filling her eyes. She thought he had gotten over that. He had come to her rescue in the woods.

“Hermione.” Draco’s weak voice called out. “Come lay with me. I am sorry. I was only playing. I don’t care if you are muggle born. Hell, my blood’s not exactly pure anymore.”

Hermione smiled as she turned back around, letting some of the tears slide down her face. She walked over to the bed and laid down beside him.

“Now listen, you are going to have to get a bit closer. I can’t really move.” Draco laughed a little, sounding like it hurt.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” Hermione said.

“Hermione, what is hurting is not having you in my arms. Please. I almost died.” Draco whined, making Hermione think he was milking the situation for all it was worth. “The least you could do is lay closer.”

“Okay…” Hermione said, moving closer to him. She closed her eyes as Draco’s muscular arms hugged tightly around her. She noticed that they seemed more muscular than before, but didn’t think now was the right time to comment on it.

“Draco, I am sorry.” Hermione broke their silence for awhile. She was half hoping that he was asleep and didn’t even hear her, but she knew that wasn’t going to be her luck. Aiden was a vampire and he didn’t sleep. Yet he had said that Draco was asleep when she came in, which meant he could, but she knew he wasn’t going to be.

“Sorry for what, love?” His voice was quite and sounded tired.

“For this. If you hadn’t gotten involved with me you wouldn’t be wanted by vampires.” She answered, sounding glum. Draco, however, chuckled a bit.

“Hermione, from what Aiden told me, this had nothing to do with you. I know you are the type of person to blame everything on yourself, but this really had nothing what-so-ever to do with you. If anything you were there in that forest because of me. If it wasn’t for me dating you they wouldn’t have even cared about you. If anyone should be sorry, it should be me.” Draco’s words were suppose to help ease her pain, but somehow it hurt a little. Hermione didn’t like being told she wasn’t cared about. Even if it was by disgusting blood sucking leeches.

“Oh…” Was all Hermione was able to get out. Her head was still spinning and she wasn’t completely sure of what to ask next. When she finally got it to stop, she gasped. “What about Britni!”

“Who?” Was all Draco could ask.

“Britni. She was the girl Aiden was in love with, but those same vampires got to her…” Hermione bit her lip, not really knowing how she let Aiden leave without asking about the girl.

“A…are you talking about the girl that the coven are holding captive?” Draco questioned her.

“Yes… Aiden told you about her?” She replied, hopeful.

“No… Aiden hasn’t said anything about anything, but strategy since I have been here.” Draco sighed, looking away. That was when Hermione got the feeling that he was hiding something from her.

“What?” She asked, looking up into his now crystal like face. Even through the bruises and cuts, his face looked so smooth she thought it just might break if she were to reach up and touch it.

“I can hear the coven talk about it.” Draco answered, reluctant.

“What do you mean?” Hermione asked, but she was for sure she already knew. Out side Aiden had told her that he couldn’t hear the coven’s thoughts, because he had left them.

“I am not sure.” Draco answered, sounding truly confused. “It is all I hear inside my head. What they are doing and saying. When I close my eyes I can even see them sometimes. I can see her.”

“So she is alive?” Hermione questioned, knowing she should be concerned about the other part, but this was life or death.

“Yes, she is, but barley. She has been beaten very badly and they didn’t give her much food or water today. I think it has been like that for awhile. In their minds they are talking about slowly pulling away all her food and water.”

“They are going to starve her to death?” Hermione asked in terror.

“No. They are going to wait until she is weak… near death weak… and then they are going to throw her in a cage with a werewolf on the next full moon.” Draco finished.

“Are you serious?” Hermione almost yelled, not really expecting the answer. Why would he lie about something that terrible? “Wh… we have to save her!”

“How? How on earth can three seventh year Slytherins go up against hundred year old vampires?” Draco questioned her. “I shouldn’t have told you.”

“Draco, we can’t just sit around and do nothing. Aiden loves this girl.” Hermione replied, sitting up a bit. “There has to be a way. Aiden knows lots of stuff he can teach us… we might even be able to get a group together to help.”

“Yeah, like who? Harry Potter and his golden crew?” Draco snickered. “Hermione, there is no way you are going to get them to help. Especially now that they hate you.”

“I know, Draco.” Hermione snapped, not liking the way he was talking about her friends. “But their has to be some people willing to help.”

Draco sighed and for a moment Hermione could have sworn it was Aiden. She shook her head, guessing that it came with being a vampire.

“Let’s not talk about that now, all right? There is nothing we can do at this very moment, so why don’t we change the subject?”

“All right.” Hermione agreed, knowing that he was right. They shouldn’t have even started the conversation with Draco in the condition that he was. She let out a small sigh and laid her head back down on Draco’s chest, not really sure of what to say next.

With nothing being said for the next ten minutes, Hermione felt her eye lids overcoming her eyes and a wave of exhaustion come over her. Within minutes after she was asleep.

Chapter 21: Being Draco
  [Printer Friendly Version of This Chapter]

A/N: Hey all! Thank you so much for all your reviews! I have about half an hour before I go into work and thought that might be enough time to write this chapter. I don’t know if I said it in a pervious chapter about nearing the end of this story, but it really isn’t close. I have at least five more chapters, if not more. Plus I am thinking of doing two spin offs. Of course I will ask your opinion of that when the time comes.

Now I have finals coming up. I know it has been forever since an update which is why I wrote a short part now, but I will not update again until finals are out of the way. After that my updates will not take as long, I promise!

Chapter Twenty One: Being Draco

Hermione yawned as she slowly opened her eyes. It was no surprise to her where she was. She remembered everything about before she went to sleep.

“Correct me if I am wrong,” Draco’s voice said, it sounding immensely loud considering her head was on his chest. “But aren’t you here to help me, because I can’t get up? What good does it do if you are asleep?”

“I am sorry…” Hermione yawned again. “But I didn’t sleep well last night. To be honest, I really didn’t mean to go to sleep.”

“I was just joking, love.” Draco kissed the top of her head. “But you do need to be careful. Will you go over to the fridge and get some blood for me? Heat it too?”

“Heat it how?” Hermione questioned, getting up without even thinking about it. She stopped, though, feeling warm air surround her. That was weird… it was the start of winter. It was in the low forties. She then realized it must have been her laying on Draco.

“Your wand…” Draco answered as if she should have known that.

“Oh…” Hermione nodded, letting the thought about the cold flea her mind, and went straight over to the fridge. She opened it and immediately grimaced as she saw what was inside. She should have expected to see packets of blood hanging everywhere.

She grabbed one.

“Ick,” she whispered to herself as the blood swished and swayed through her fingers. She laid it down on the counter and quickly heated it and picked it back up. She almost shouted ew, for it felt worse warm than it did cold. She looked at Draco though and saw his eyes.

They looked the same as Aiden’s did when he got hungry. Dark and almost golden like. She hadn’t noticed it before. She now wondered how long they had been that way. Was she in any actual danger while she was asleep. Her gut and head told her yes, but something, her heart she thought, told her otherwise. It told her that Draco wouldn’t hurt her if he could help it. Yet she knew that he might not be able to.

With that thought she practically ran back to the bedside, handing Draco the blood packet. He smiled and ripped the top off with his teeth and pour every single drop of the blood into his mouth at once. She winced as she watched the blood slide down the sides of his mouth.

She then saw them and jerked back. He had a set of long, porcelain white fangs. She knew that all vampires had them, but had never seen them. They didn’t look as how she had imagined. They looked ten times scarier than she had thought they would have.

Watching him demolish the bag of blood was horrifying and for the first time Hermione realized how much danger she was actually in. If he could do that to a bag of blood, she could only imagine what he could do to her in a matter of seconds. She then became very aware of the blood in her body and shivered as she took a stepped back.

As Draco finished and looked back up his golden eyes met hers and he stopped.

“You are scared.” He observed as he threw the bag to the ground and motioned for Hermione to come back to him. When she didn’t move he looked a bit hurt. “You are scared of me.”

“I just… I’ve never seen it before.” Hermione replied, trying to make excuses.

“I’m sorry…” Draco trailed off and Hermione knew he wasn’t for sure what to say. “I hate that I scare you.”

“You don’t.” Hermione let out a complicated sigh. How could she explain what she was feeling. “I was just shocked… I guess I had never realized how it was before.”

“I don’t want to be a vampire.” Draco said, sounding as if he was saying it to himself than Hermione. Hermione felt a pang of guilt when he said this. If she hadn’t been in the woods with all the vampires he would have never have came looking for her and wouldn’t have gotten bitten.

“I am so sorry…” Hermione said as she rushed back to Draco. He immediately took her in his arms.

“Hermione, you have nothing to be sorry for. You have done nothing wrong.” Draco replied, sounding a bit confused.

“Yes, I have. It if wasn’t for me you wouldn’t have even been out there. If it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t have even gotten bitten.” Hermione explained, now crying.

“Shhh….” Draco cooed as he held her closer. “Hermione, that isn’t true. I love you and that is why I was out there, yes. Please don’t feel like this is your fault, though. Nobody is to blame, but Malichi.”

Hermione didn’t dare argue with him. She just sniffled a little and lay there in silence. She then felt a icy breath on her neck and a slight moment of fear went through her when she noticed it was Draco’s. She didn’t move though, thinking how stupid she was. He was right at her neck and it would be so easy for him just to bite. She trusted him, though. Plus Aiden had said he wasn’t fully a vampire.

“Aiden’s not going to be back for a while.” Draco whispered, now sounding seductive as he began to slowly kiss her neck. “We could always have a little fun while he is gone. Get your mind off things.”

At first Hermione was tense, but after she saw how well he was controlling himself (well his vampire part) she let herself relax and play along.

“Hmm…” She hummed. “What kind of fun?”

“Oh… you know. Just innocent fun…” Draco replied as he ran a hand up her shirt and under her bra. Hermione jumped a little at the bold move.

“You never stop being Draco, do you?” She laughed as she lay back a little bit more. Draco laughed as he let his hand drop to her abdomen and raised up on his elbow to look down on her.

“Would you ever expect me to?” Draco questioned as his hand made small circles on her abs. She smiled, loving all this. She then slowly shook her head. “Good.” He dropped down a little to kiss her. “Because I don’t think I could if I tried.”

“I love you.” She whispered.

“I love you, too.” Draco whispered back before kissing her again. He went to take off her shirt, but Hermione stopped him.

“Do you mind if we don’t right now?” She bit her lip, afraid of what he might say.

“Why?” Draco asked.

“I am actually a bit sore…” Hermione admitted.

“That is all right. We don’t have to have sex… and you know what they say, kissing the problem only makes it better.” He smirked as he began to pull off her skirt. She stopped him again.

“Draco, please.” She begged, now afraid that he wouldn’t. She knew the kind of strength he had before he was part vampire and she didn’t want to see what it was like after.

“All right.” Draco said and stopped. “I know how to take no for an answer.” He kissed her forehead gently. “We will just wait for Aiden to come back and leave that for a later time.”

Chapter 22: Another Dream
  [Printer Friendly Version of This Chapter]

A/N: All right, so this summer has been hectic for me and I didn't get much writing done. This chapter is hurried and I probably will go back and redo it, since I didn't give it the time it needed. I still got the main point out though and I hope you enjoy it. SOrry it took me so long to update!
~Goddess Faith


The beaten down shack smelled of dirty socks and mildew, making Hermione’s nose crinkle in protest. The air was so smoggy it was hard for her to keep her eyes open as she looked around the barley lit room of the two room shack that they were now to call home.



 



“You can’t be serious.” Hermione thought aloud as her eyes drifted over the dust covered sofa and then to the walls, which had holes all in them.



 



“At least it isn’t a cave.” Aiden grumbled, obviously not pleased with Hermione’s reaction to his work to find a place they would be safe.



 



“It is worse.” Hermione sighed and shook her head. “I am sorry, Aiden. But this place doesn’t even have sturdy walls. It is getting cold outside. How will we stay warm?”



 



“Charms and spells.” Draco answered for Aiden making Hermione turn her attention to him. “What? It was an obvious question.”



 



“Aiden, isn’t there anywhere else?” Hermione tried one last time, knowing it was fruitless.



 



“No, Hermione. Will you just be happy with what we have?” Aiden sighed and Hermione could tell he was getting aggravated.



 



“Fine. Again, I am sorry.” Hermione shrugged, not really knowing what else to say.



 



“You and Draco have a little mattress over in that corner to sleep on.” Aiden pointed out. Hermione turned to look at the filthy mattress and wrinkled her nose, but didn’t dare say anything. “I have clean sheets in that box right there. You forget, I can read minds.” Aiden scold.



 



“You should probably get to sleep, Hermione. You need your rest.” Draco intervened.



 



“What about you? Don’t you need your rest?”



 



“No… well, I will eventually. It just takes a lot longer for me. You know, with being half vampire and all.” Draco explained.



 



“All right, fine. You guys win. I will go take a nap and get out of your hair.” Hermione threw her arms up, feeling like a five year old.



 



“Good.” Aiden muttered, folding his arms. Hermione bit her lip, looking at him. Something was bothering him more than her not liking the place. His head snapped to her and she knew he had heard the thought, though he didn’t say anything else.



 



Hermione awoke in a grimy darkness. She could feel moisture in the air and wondered if it had rain. She strained her eyes, trying to see anything, but the darkness wouldn’t have it.



 



“HELP!” She heard a female voice scream and she jumped to her feet. The voice echoed off her surroundings, making it impossible to tell which way the sound had came from.



 



“Hello!” Hermione yelled, hoping that the girl would respond. Where the hell was she?



 



“Boys, did you hear that?” She heard a male voice, this time much closer than the girls. This time it was right behind her.



 



Hermione froze to the spot she was standing on. She franticly dove her hand to her pocket to get her wand, but realized that she didn’t have a pocket. She felt around on her body and noticed she was in nothing but her underwear.



 



“The girl must have woken up.” Another voice said from behind her. Hermione then saw a small light come from behind her. She turned to see two guys standing there.



 



“How nice of you to join us, Miss Granger.” The first one sneared.



 



“Milachii, will be so happy that you are awake.” The second one laughed and, in unison, they grabbed her. Hermione tried to struggle against them, but they both were unbelievably strong.



 



It seemed like forever had gone by before they threw Hermione to cold wet floor.



 



“We have the girl.” The first one announced. Hermione then looked up. This room was lit just fine. She looked up at the vampire she had implanted in her mind. She then noticed someone tied up on the wall behind him.



 



“Britni!” Hermione yelled, trying to get up, but as soon as she attempted she was hit over the back with something long and hard, making her crash back to her knees.



 



“Ah, you have done well, Milachi.” A too familiar voice came into the picture. Hermione’s head snapped to the voice, thinking it couldn’t be so.



 



“Voldemort!” She yelled as he walked into the light. He ran a long finger down the side of Britni’s face.



 



“Don’t touch her, you piece of scum!” Aiden’s voice came into the equation. Hermione looked around, but she couldn’t see him. She choice not to say anything.



 



How the hell am I getting out of this one! Hermione thought to herself, letting her head fall.



 



Hermione awoke with a start as she sprang up from the mattress. It was dark again.



 



“AIDEN! AIDEN! AIDEN!” Hermione began yelling, sobbing now. “AIDEN! AIDEN! AIDEEEEEENNNNN!”



 



“Hermione, what is it?” Draco’s voice asked as a hand ran up her back.



 



“I have to talk to Aiden! Where is Aiden!” Hermione franticly yelled.



 



“He went out… said something about meeting another vampire. What is wrong?” Draco sounded worried.



 



“Nothing.” Hermione lied, but knew that she couldn’t tell him. She tried her best to push the dream from her mind as she lay back down. She knew she wouldn’t be able to get any sleep until she talked to Aiden, but there was no sense in worrying Draco with it. He wasn’t even a part of it.



 



She felt Draco lay down behind her. He ran a hand up the side of her body.



 



“Hermione…” Draco whispered as he pulled her shirt down over her shoulder. He then slowly kissed it, working his way back up to her neck.



 



“Wh…what are you doing?” Hermione stuttered, rolling over onto her back.



 



“I… I am not sure.” Draco admitting, tracing her face. Once he found her lips, he leaned down and took them with his own. “I just feel like it’s been forever since we could just be girlfriend boyfriend without the thought’s of attack on us. I promise, once this is over, we are going to have a simple life.”



 



“Draco…”



 



“Will you marry me?” Draco asked.


http://www.harrypotterfanfiction.com