A.N: OH MY GOD I CANT BELIEVE I'M WRITING ANOTHER FANFICTION!

Hello this is Fremione-seeker! I lost my last account to some freak accident with some hacker or for some other reason. This is my new account Zombiehunter1024

OK so this fanfic is completely planned out! I have a notebook filled with a flowchart, notes, and everything for this! So I may not be completely up to date most days but I'm trying.

In this story it's basically an alternate universe! Fred and Hermione aren't witches or wizards. Hogwarts does exist but it's not a main part of the story. All the characters will either be changed by species or their personality.

I hate to say this but I can be pretty terrible with writing. I went over this a few times and I am so sorry if there are grammar or spelling issues! Really there is no excuse for some of my poor judgment! I had a beta but she like took control of my story and started changing things! Like she would change scenes and put in her own ideas without asking! UGH! Anyways I apologize again! I'm in the process of improving my writing!

Anyways here is the first chapter of A Dangerous Situation!

/~~~~Chapter 1: What Are You?~~~~~~~~~~\\

"Poppycock! Just utter poppycock! How dare- Ugh just! The nerve of that pompous man!" Hermione growled and mumbled out loud for no one to hear but her cat, Crookshanks whom was stashed in the basket of her burgundy bike which she rode.

"I mean just because I am a girl, does not mean I should be 'well suited for kitchen work' Ugh!" She peddled across the dirt path.

Hermione Granger was about to spout off another line of mild curses to her professor when her wheel hit an ice patch and her bike tipped sideways with the front wheel going right and her falling left.

"Damn it!" She growled and looked to Crookshanks who had jumped out just in time and was sitting by her fallen books from the basket. Bending down she began to collect the worn out books that she had scrapped by to save up for.

Hermione was a 17 year old school girl with big dreams, but many small beginnings. She was born into a loving home with a mother and father. Hermione was a miracle child to both parents since her mother was told she could never have children. They lived in a small village on the very outskirts of England and while the hills were beautiful and calming, she had never even been past the forest that lied at the end of the hills. But Hermione had heard so many stories from her parents. Her father use to be a well known doctor and was even employed by the royal families whenever one of their own became ill. But apparently after he met Hermione's mother, they always dreamed of a small life and moved from London, to this small village.

Here she attended all her schoolings with the other children and she watched sadly as she and the other girls her age reached 15, they began dwindling and dropping out of school to get betrothed and married off. Hermione was shocked every time her family got an invitation to another wedding. It's not like they lived in the dark ages where women were wed off like property. These girls actually achieved to be wed by the age of 16, and by 18 have a family of their own to start raising. Hermione now attended the only high school in the vicinity of the village. It's an hours bike ride to get there but she rather enjoyed the time of peace it gave her. In her class there was only one other girl, but she was rather stuck up. Word was that her father and her plan on her graduating so she could become eligible to be paired up with a suitor that was in line for the royal family. But Hermione didn't really waist her time with such gossip.

Luckily her father seemed to be the only father in the town who thought marriage at such a young age was nonsense. But her mother on the other hand never stopped mentioning about how eligible she is to all of her friends single son's. Hermione never really made friends, and it wasn't for lack of trying. Other kids just thought she looked like a troll with her giant frizzy hair and her nose which was always stuck in a book. 'Book troll'… not creative but she wouldn't give them any better names. Of course she grew out of that frizzy hair… well almost. Her hair just needed to be brushed firmly in the mornings for it to be at least almost normal.

Her mother bought her many dresses for her to wear to school, but she wouldn't be seen dead in a bright yellow Sundays dress. She just used the excuse that she would get it dirty when riding her bike. This way she could stick with clothing like she had on right now. Dark blue jeans with small wears in the knees, and a white button up blouse with a burgundy zip up hoodie over it to keep the chill away. Her white converse were hardly white anymore since she practically wore them to sleep and every other waking minute of her life.

As time went on for the family, Hermione had just turned 16 and was entering high school. Within her first month of school, her father was struck down by a sickness that was unknown to the other doctors they called upon for help. The day he died was the day that she vowed to get out of that backwards society and go somewhere, where she could excel. Her dream was to go to a university that would help her start her dreams of becoming a writer.

"Stupid ice" She muttered as she propped up her bike on it's stand and placed her books into the basket. Looking down at her cat that followed her everywhere she cocked a brow.

"Hm thanks for pointing out the slippery road" She let out a small chuckle and was about to swing back onto her bike when a giant flock of crows took wing from the forest that was to her side. The forest she had never been past or into in her whole life. She rode along this path every day, to get to school, and it's alluring darkness always seems to try and call out to her. In the mornings when she would ride by it to school, the morning sun in just peeking over the hills and the fog is seeping from the forest, covering her path in an eerie fog. But when she was on her way back from school, the sun was always hour from setting, always giving her enough time to get home before darkness. Today she was kept after class by her pompus professor who always assumed she was either stupid or a cheater since she was one of the top students in the school, and the only girl that was a top student. Now the sun was nearly set and the fog was now coming in as the orange sky above turned pink.

Looking from the crows in the sky, and back to the forest she felt the hair on the back of her neck stand up. Turning away she shivered and looked to her cat.

"Let's get back-" She was interrupted when a battle cry pierced the air, sending a rabbit hopping out from the mash of the forest and past her bike.

Standing completely still, with wide eyes she looked away from the darkening forest and to her cat who's ears were turned to the forest.

"What was that" She whispered mostly to herself then her cat. Instead of playing it safe and rushing home where it was safe and warm. She pulled her bike with her and leaned it behind a tree and took a step past the bushes. Crookshanks did not move but his protest came in the sound of his mewing for her to come back.

As she continued to walk, her heart began hammering in her chest and the blood began thumping in her ears. This has been the first time she had ever stepped foot into the forest. Rumor had it that the forest was haunted by ghosts of lost soldiers from many years that came in here to hide and wait for the enemy, when they themselves got lost and starved to death. While many of her fellow youth believed this story and would gather around to gossip about the sounds heard that were coming from it each night, Hermione would just roll her eyes and ignore it. After all…. She was never one for listening to rumors. Especially one's told by parents, to keep their kids from going into a dangerous situation.

A dangerous situation…. That was something she was getting into right now. But her logic wasn't heard by her feet, which were moving faster towards the sounds of someone crying out into the forest. Louder and louder the voices became and she finally felt a her foot catch a vine and as her body went tumbling down a hill she felt that she was rolling forever. Well forever didn't last, because she finally rolled to a stop and slowly she unrolled from her fetal position.

Silence filled the air as she stood almost like a cat, ready to jump and pounce at any sound. After a minute of silence she slowly uncurled her fist and sighed as she shook her head.

"You're hearing things Hermione. You're wasting precious study time." She whispered to herself and finally came to her senses to go home. But the only problem was… which way was the road?

"Oh damn it" She hissed and tried to think which area she rolled down from.

"Was it North? Or maybe- Wait is that north? O-or West?" She brought her thumb up to her teeth and bit down on the nail, which she did when worried.

"Die already!" A scream broke the air and Hermione nearly jumped out of her skin at the close proximity of the voice.

Running over to a cluster of tree's, she poked her head past one and covered her mouth at the sight before her.

A tall man wearing a black suit and cape, with pale white alabaster skin and long blonde hair that nearly matched his skin tone. He was standing over another man who looked to be badly injured and pushing his body back to try and get away from the man hovering above him like death itself.

"You and your family have gotten in my way for the last time" The blonde man said as he lifted an arm from behind the cloak to reveal a long black cane with a silver snake head at the top, showing it's shark fangs. His gloved hands shook the cane and a silver dagger poked out at the end like a stake.

"I can begin to slowly pick you off… one… by… one" He said, and advanced upon the fallen man and raised his cane.

Hermione didn't know what she was doing but before she knew it she was throwing a large stone she had apparently picked up at the man and hit him square in the side of his head.

"Leave him alone!" She cried out bravely.

The man let out a hiss and his eyes shot to Hermione's and she gasped. His eyes were silted and blood red as his teeth were now long fangs.

"Oh my-" Before she could even get a word out the man had disappeared from over the man to right in front of her and pushed her back into a tree.

"Insolent little bitch!" He hissed out like a snake and she lost all ability to speak.

She raised a hand to strike him but he simple grabbed it and sank his fangs into her wrist and she let out a cry of pain as he dug into her flesh to the bone and she heard a sickening slurp. He bent her wrist up, causing her to fall down and arch her back so he wouldn't snap her wrist.

"Hey Malfoy?" A voice spoke up and before either could look up, the creature that was feeding off her wrist was sent flying away from her. Hermione felt blackness come in and out as she clutched her wrist and staggered away and back into the tree she was pushed against earlier.

"You- You bastard!" The creature cried as her blood poured from his mouth, down his chin, and onto the dirt beneath him. It looked as if half his face was smashed in and some bone showing on the side of his face.

"Didn't your mother teach you that it's rude to talk with your mouth full?" The voice above her said.

"I'll get you Weasley! You and your rat infest you call a family!" The blonde man said and covered himself with his cloak and disappeared.

Hermione gasped as she tried to speak up but she kept feeling darkness at the edge of her vision.

"Hel-… help" She whispered as she never let go of her wrist.

"Oh… Don't worry… I will" The voice said tenderly to her as she blacked out.

Hermione didn't know how long she was out, but judging from the darkness around her, she was hoping it had only been a short time. Everything came back to her in the memory of that creatures fangs she shot straight up with a gasp while clutching her wrist.

"Whoa slow down. You'll get whip lash" Said a voice next to her and she jerked her head towards him and her eyes went wide.

Before her was a gorgeous gentleman with bright red hair and deep brown eyes that almost illuminated black by the moon. He was crouching to her left, and had the most charming smile she had ever seen grace a man's face.

"What?" Hermione whispered and felt her face heat up when she realized she was acting like a doe eyed school girl yet he just chuckled and she felt her heart speed up.

"Never mind. Are you alright?" He gestured to her bloodied clothes and Hermione gasped as she looked down to see blood covering her burgundy jacket, making it a shade darker. Ripping off the jacket she looked down to her wrist to see it smooth and untouched.

"Bu…But the blood?" She looked down to her once white shirt which had been soaked threw by the jacket and was stained with blotches of her blood.

"Must have been that brutes blood" He said and she cocked her head.

"W-wha? No it was mine. That… creature bit me and I- I-" She looked around as if looking for the man turned beast and saw no one but the boy in front of her who had on an amused smile that she wanted to punch off.

"I think you might have been dreaming love" He offered her a hand to stand but she narrowed her eyes at him and swatted his hand away and pushed her hands against the ground and stood. The red head looked up to her from his crouching position and chuckled as he rose himself to tower over her. Her head barley reached his chin and she cursed her short stature over most men.

"I was not dreaming, and don't call me love! I'm no ones poppet, love, girl or sweet" She counted off as she crossed her arms and chewed on the corner of her lip.

"Ok fair enough… what then may I call you?" He leaned forward a bit and Hermione once again felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up and she took a step back.

"Hermione… Granger" She said her last name proudly with her head held high and that caused the mystery man in front of her to cock a brow with that smirk growing.

"Well then Mione, I-" She interrupted him before he could continue.

"It's HER-mione… Not Mione" She said with an angry look on her face. People always made fun of her weird name, and she wouldn't take it from some bloke she had never met.

"I know… Lovely name that it is… buuuut I prefer Mione. I'm always one for nicknames" He smiled kindly to show no offence.

That shocked her greatly indeed. No one except her parents thought her name was lovely. It was always that name no one could pronounce right or easily forgettable which lead back to the awkward 'that's what's-er-name' statement that she got from many people.

"Well… Um…" She was for once speechless and had not a thing to say.

"My name is Fred Weasley" He bowed to her, yet not breaking eye contact and ended the bow with a wink and click of his tongue.

Once he stood up right again he looked around the forest and back to her.

"You should be getting home Mione" He said and looked up to the moon that was peaking by the tree's.

"I would love to… but I don't know where home is exactly" She said in an annoyed tone, but truthfully she was scared of walking into the forest alone, hence the creature would come back and attack her like it did that boy.

"Oh my gosh you're the boy I saved!" Hermione pointed to him with shocking eyes.

He sighed loudly and offered her a lazy smile as he rolled his shoulders.

"I didn't want to have to do this but…" He closed his eyes and then when he opened them his pupils were dilated and looking directly into her eyes. He stepped forward till they were only a few inches apart and Hermione gasped at the close proximity.

"You don't remember a thing. You will go home, change clothes, and when you wake up tomorrow… you will not remember anything." He said in a slow yet hypnotic voice. Hermione looked deeply into his eyes and kept silent. After he finished she waited a second before busting out laughing, completely missing the shocked look on his face.

"Oh that's a good one, bravo! No one tells me what to do." Hermione slowly clapped her hands a few times before rolling her eyes.

"What?" His eyes were wide with shock and his mouth was slack.

"Listen I know what I saw back there! You being here is proof! I came because I heard you being attacked by that… that- whatever it was! I saved you!" Hermione poked Fred in the chest with a calculating look on her face.

"Yes well I saved you from saving me" He smirked and poked her shoulder but she swatted his hand away.

"If it wasn't for me you'd be stabbed threw the chest" Hermione cocked a eyebrow to him.

"Well if it wasn't for me you'd be dinner" He sounded like he won this fight but Hermione smiled as if she figured something out.

"Eat me? So it's not human!" She smiled brightly as if she were Sherlock herself.

Fred stared her down for a bit before laying a hand on her shoulder and focusing.

"What are you doing?" Hermione tried to step back but he tightened his grip, but not enough to hurt her.

"Just… wait a second.." His eyes dilated again and he focused. Hermione looked deeply into his eyes and admired now handsomely they matched his face.

"How long is this going to last?" She asked hesitantly and Fred dropped his hands in a deep sigh.

"What?" Hermione asked as she watched him run his hands into his hair and get lost in deep thought.

"Nothing… the rode is back that way" He pointed to the left, that lead to one of the many slopes she could have fallen down.

"How do you know?" Hermione crossed her arms.

"I know this forest like the back of my hand" Fred smiled to her but the smile didn't quite reach his eyes. He was thinking about something again.

"Do you live in here?"

"You could say that" The mirth danced in his eyes again, as if he loved playing 50 questions with her, but soon silence split between them.

"Fine… if you want to be all cryptic and weird, I'm leaving" Hermione turned to the slope and began to trudge up it. Sadly the leafs were damp and her foot kept slipping down.

"Ugh" Hermione grabbed onto a vine and pulled herself up midway onto the slope, but she slipped again causing her to slide down on her stomach, causing her shirt to get dirt and leafs onto it.

"Need help?" A voice called out and she looked behind her to tell him off but he wasn't there.

"Up here" She looked up to see a smirking Fred standing at the top of the hill with his arms crossed.

"How did you do that?" Hermione stood up at the bottom and began cleaning as much dirt off her shirt as possible.

"Skills" He chuckled.

"Oh right ok." She reached out and tried to walk up it again but her foot kept slipping.

"Would you like help?" He called down to her.

"No! I can do this on my own" Hermione huffed as a blush spread across her face.

"Ok. But if you need me… you know where to find me… up here" He winked to her and sat on a log that gave him a perfect view of her.

"You're just going to sit there?" That made her mad.

"Well I have nowhere to be, and you said you didn't need help" He chuckled as her red face.

"Ugh!" She stomped her foot and turned away from him as she tried to think of how to get up this steep slope.

After many tries she finally realized the sun was down, which left her in pitch blackness. But with the moon peeking out threw the tree's she had a glimpse of the red head at the top still watching her with those amazing dark eyes. When the sun also went down, the temperature fell with it. It was the beginning of November and soon the snow would fall. With her jacket discarded, and her shirt and pants covered in wet mud, she began to shake a bit. Crossing her arms she closed her eyes and looked up to Fred who was watching her with a concerned look.

She hated asking this stranger for help, actually she hated asking anyone for help. She was an independent woman who never showed weakness to anyone. But damn it! If she didn't she would die of frost bite.

"Fred?" She called out, and heard the hitch in her voice from the cold.

"Yes?" He asked and stood up.

"I… I need…" Hermione growled and her face dropped to a sad one.

"I need help" She said softly, but apparently he heard because when she blinked he was gone and standing right beside her.

"Holy! How did you do that?" Hermione jumped back a bit.

"Don't worry about it" He removed his magenta coat and offered it to Hermione.

She was all for being independent and carrying her own weight, but damn it looked warm so she took it and wrapped herself in his oversized coat. Warmth drew her in and she closed her eyes.

"Keep them closed" He whispered softly into her ear and she shivered.

"Ok" She kept her word and her eyes remained shut. Slowly she felt his arms go around her waist and his head lean onto her own. She could have sworn she heard him inhale her scent, but she could just be imagining things.

"Open them" He whispered again but stepped away from her.

Opening her eyes she gasped and looked around frantically. She was out of the forest standing by her cat that was on the fence post.

"How the bloody! What did you do? How did you do this?" She looked to Fred who took her bike from behind the tree and walked to her with it.

"Head home Hermione" He smiled softly to her.

"Fred" She whispered.

"Forget this ever happened" This time his eyes didn't dilate or any such.

"Fred" Hermione licked her lips as his eyes roamed her face.

"Yes?" He stepped closer and moved a strand of hair that was hanging on her face.

"What are you?" It barley came out above a whisper but the growing smile on his face indicated he heard just fine.

Taking her head onto both of his cold hands he lifted her head to look up at him.

"I am nothing" He whispered back and Hermione had the urge to lean forward into him, but resisted the urge.

She blinked and he was gone. Gasping she looked around frantically for the red head but found no one in sight.

"Fred?" She called out but nothing replied but a soft mewing from crookshank who was probably cold and hungry.

Looking down she realized she was still wearing the warm magenta coat that shielded her from the cold night air. Touching the outside of the coat she felt the soft material, but on the inside was a blood red color that made her shiver. She could stand here all night and look for him, but then she would be neglecting her cat. With a sad sigh, she took her bike and swung her leg over the seat.

"Crookie… come on" She called and the cat happily jumped into the basket. With one final glance to the forest she kicked off her bike and began her journey home.

She didn't notice the red head watching her from the top of the tree lines with a sad look on his own face to match hers, but he followed.

/~~~~~End Chapter 1~~~~~~~~~\\

A.N: SO HOW DO YOU LIKE IT? Reviews help me a ton! They give me so much energy! Please no flames! I got like two on my last story and it made me make sad faces at my computer for a few hours!I have the second chapter ready, but I'm checking it out and re-reading it.

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