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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.

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