AN: Hello Lovelies. :) I hope you do enjoy this fic. If you don't like Bella, I think you'll enjoy this one quite a lot. :) It has a bit of Edward/Hermione. It even has a plot and everything! Hooray! Quick warning: Hermione is a tad OOC.

Well, R&R!

HeartForSoul

Hermione is a What?

Chapter 1

Hermione Granger was walking along her favorite path at Hogwarts. She liked it best because she could do whatever she wanted here, and there was no one there to watch her. It felt like everyone was watching her, waiting for her to be the next war veteran to disappear. No one else knew about the path. (she had only found it because Crookshanks kept running away),and she could be herself here. She wasn't the bookish, brainy, know-it-all that her parents made sure was her reputation. After all, anything less would call for a stony silence at dinner and a few snide remarks about her lack of knowledge and ambition.

This path was her quiet place, so she came here to think. The war had been rough, and she was going through another year at Hogwarts, though this one was without the friends she had had the previous years. She was all alone.

All the people she loved were dead or missing. Harry had run off with Ginny, Molly, and Arthur saying to not look because they wouldn't be found. Charlie and Bill were never that close to her and moved away without bothering to keep in touch. Ron had gone missing too. He was looking for Harry and Ginny, and sometimes Hermione wondered if he'd ever reunited with them. He had urged her to come along, but she didn't want to go on a wild goose chase right after having been on one weeks before.

Percy never bothered to contact his family and therefore was a person she didn't miss. Last, but definitely not least, were Fred and George. After seeing his brother under that mess, George turned a corner and wasn't found for hours. They found his body. Pale and cold. She shivered remembering. She didn't want to remember. She didn't like to.

The war changed many people from the beginning to the end of it. Unlikely witches and wizards switched sides during the war. This was including, but not limited to, Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, and surprisingly Pansy Parkinson. Draco and Blaise were gone, but as far as Hermione knew Pansy was happily getting married to none other than Dean Thomas on June 21st.

Hermione hadn't liked anyone since Ron had disappeared. She figured the whole Ron thing was an in-the-moment kind of feeling. She'd never really liked him, but it didn't stop her from feeling left out whenever he got a girlfriend in her Hogwarts years. Especially now, with him missing, she didn't feel a heartbroken pain. She was just lonely without him. Without everyone.

Hermione was usually happy unless she thought of the war. Like now. She felt a tear roll down her cheek, and she watched it fall to the dirt path at her feet. "Why are you crying?" A voice asked from behind her. She spun around, seeing a man she hadn't seen before.

He was African-American, and he spoke in a slight French accent. Long, dark dreadlocks hung from his head and his face was unshaven. "My name is Laurent," he said carefully. He seemed nice, and she thought she was just about to relax when she looked into his blood, red eyes. She shuddered, and he smiled calmly, "Don't worry. It will only hurt a little."

Not a second later he had his teeth pressed to her neck. She knew at once what he was and what was happening. She was starting to feel dizzy. Three seconds and she would be out like a light. One...Two...Th- A huge force stopped the counting in her head. The feeling on her neck was gone. She was dead. That's just perfect! At least I'm safe from everyone else while I'm dead…

"Granger! Are you alright?" She was coming back to consciousness. She knew everything would be really hazy because she thought she had just heard Draco Malfoy's voice. What was even weirder was it sounded concerned.

"Leave her be! She will wake up soon! It has already been three days. She'll be up any second!" Another voice was heard, but at parts it had a slight echo to it.

"I hope she is alright." Yet another voice! Who were these people? Three days? Was it Dean and Seamus? They were her only friends at Hogwarts this year it seemed.

Her eyes fluttered open and immediately shut. Who was the idiot that put the light over the bed she was on. At least the hospital wing has more comfortable beds than the last time I was in here. She slowly opened her eyes to see the light had been removed and there were people standing around her.

This wasn't the hospital wing. This was a house. She could tell she was far away from Hogwarts, simply because everything around them was very muggle. She didn't even think of where she could be until she saw a map on the table lying open on the dresser. NEW HAMPSHIRE? Her eyes widened and she looked to the people around her.

The first was really pale and had bleach blonde hair hanging above his eyes. "Malfoy?"

The guy mentioned smiled. "Hey! She remembers me!"

She narrowed her eyes, "I'm going to remember a lot more if you don't tell me what we're doing in NEW HAMPSHIRE!"

"Who the bloody hell told her that?" Draco asked, looking at another familiar figure. The figure shot up and grabbed the map beside her and was back in his seat a second later.

Hermione looked over to the figure. Shaggy dark, brown hair, yellow eyes and a tall, dark, sexy look about him. Hermione knew it was none other than Blaise Zabini. She was shocked to say the least. She had many questions going through her head. What were they doing? Who was that guy that bit her neck? Where was he? Is anyone else here? Why were they in New Hampshire? And why in the hell were Blaise's eyes not indigo?

Before she could even open her mouth, two blobs came bouncing into the room, and as she recognized both of the blobs, her mouth fell open.

"Hermione-"

"-is awake! They didn't-"

"-tell us or we would have gotten-"

"-you a teddy bear!" Both blobs bounced onto the bed and she looked in to the bright, shiny, and very much alive faces of Fred and George Weasley.

She was crying, but she had no tears. She put her hands on their faces, "I thought you two...I thought..."

"What everyone was supposed to think 'Mione," Fred finished softly. George grabbed Hermione and they all had a three person hug until, of course, it was ruined by the ex-Slytherins, who cleared their throats noisily.

Fred rubbed his ribs. "Got a pair of strong arms there 'Mione." He joked.

"Yeah. Strongest newborn out of all of us. When we were newborns, we weren't as strong, but your strength should-"

"Newborn?" Interrupted Hermione.

"Newborn vampire," Draco shrugged nonchalantly. " Your appetite is ravenous, but we can fix it."

"What appetite? I haven't eaten anything."

Fred and George simultaneously frowned and looked Hermione in the eye. "Why do you have the same eye color as Blaise? Contacts?"

"Were vampires. It fits our eating-style. You have dark red right now but-"

"Why?" Hermione interrupted again, her inquisitive mind attempting to take in any new information at light speed.

"Well we kind of ran into a muggle on our way back to the states. You drank his blood. We knocked you unconscious so that it wouldn't happen again," Fred whispered.

Blaise looked down guiltily. "I was supposed to be watching you, but I got distracted and let you go."

Hermione stood up in less than a second. She shook her head. "I'm leaving!" She didn't think. She just ran. She heard footsteps behind her, but they stopped after awhile. Not because they were tired, but because she already had a good ten miles on them and gaining. She would have to thank that newborn blood later, she supposed. The next time she looked at a sign, it read Kentucky. Frankfort, Kentucky.

Good thing Kentucky had a cloudy day because she needed a library. She ran to the library. She knew where it was. It was magical. Ever since the war, it had been closed, due much to the destruction from death eaters. She got to the door and broke the latch, her fingers trembled. Inside was one single row of books. The only row that hadn't been tarnished. The book she was looking for sat upon it.

Butnes No Nakts. She flipped to Vampires. It was in Latvian, but she could easily read it. She'd learned the language in fourth year. She started in the middle.

"...savages. Only a Goldenrod, the state flower, can stop their bloodlusts. It only subdues them and usually ends up poisoning them. If they only drink it for a year and have not had too many overdoses they will live on. Two flowers is enough to last a week."

Hermione didn't bother reading anymore. She left the book where it was. The nearest farm had an enormous amount of Goldenrods. The farmer sitting there was digging them out of his yard. "Sir. If you don't want these I'd be happy to take them off your hands."

The man looked up. He gawked for a second and smiled. "That'd be great! I like flowers but I see enough Goldenrods to last me a lifetime. Pick all you want. I'm going back inside."

He turned around as Hermione breathed in the scent of the flowers. Hmmm-Wait! Yum! Something smells absolutely delightful! It's...BLOOD! Oh no! Holding breath, holding breath! She rushed around at vampire speed and picked every single Goldenrod. She zoomed out and away still holding her breath. She didn't look up until she got to Seattle, Washington.

AN:Well if you liked it, review! If not...go away? Oh, and I used Google translate for the 'Latvian'.

Have a good day!

HeartForSoul