A/n: Hello readers! I usually never write crossovers, but I made an exception for this story. It is a request given to me by blindredeyes! It's based around the specifications given to me, so hopefully I can work all of them in. Be warned that many of the characters are OOC, so if that's not your thing you should certainly turn back. If you do like the chapter though, leave a review at the bottom so I know how I'm doing :) I hope you enjoy!

Note: At this time, this story has no beta. Corrections will be put in and things will be fixed when I find one to take on this different story genre from me. So I do know this is not grammatically perfect, but bear with me until I do get someone to fix chapters for me. Now onto the story!

Rudely Disregarded

Brisk wind blew back brunette tresses. She still wasn't used to this livelihood, nor the strange looks pedestrians sent her whenever she drove back to her home. This wasn't her normal place of residence, but nothing was anymore. Everything had changed in the past year, perhaps for the better.

"What's wrong with you!? Don't touch me!"

She didn't like to think about the past much; how she came to be. It was an unpleasant topic that would've made her shiver if she had the feeling to do so anymore. Mostly it made the gears in her head turn, working every single night when she would once have been asleep, trying to piece together a motive.

"Stay away!"

Pulling up to the house, Hermione sighed. It was strange to learn how to cope with all of this, how to learn to be something entirely new. Ever since the war came to its end, things had taken a wild turn in Britain. Anyone who visited the country now was a fool, and if you still lived there you had better fight for your life. That was one of the reasons she escaped last year, but everything had not worked out as planned. Looking back on the past months of her life- and death- she couldn't ever think of a time when she believed things would end like this.

The girl got out of her car, an old little thing she had purchased with American money upon arriving with her current roommates. It was awful to believe how they came to be together, but now there was nothing to do about that. They lived together in the small house, investigating how life would be from there. It was all still a mystery, one which some people would not leave alone.

The Cullen's- now they were a dilemma. Arriving in this little town had been by chance; when she and the other were running ramrod through the woods in search of a desirable meal. One of the young men took her down, pinning her into the forest floor. Thinking back, she remembered it to be a man called Emmett- or a vampire, whatever one preferred. Either way, he had been closely followed by a female she had not paid a bit of mind to, and a fatherly figure called Carlisle. It had been them that took her back to their home, her counterpart in tow and their third person driving back some miles, hoping to catch up whenever he could.

She recalled how fluid they were; these were people that had lived in this form for far too many moons. They were deadly, but easy. The movements were not unrealistic like her own, and they had adjusted to how to exist in human society without drawing too much attention. And they were pale, just like her.

Ginny remained to be her counterpart, a person that suffered the same horrors she did one fateful night. Now that they only really had each other to trust, the two girls had grown closer together. Suffering the same pains had drawn them closer then she had ever been to Ron and Harry- but they remained to be another story.

"We have to go, we have to go now!" She whispered. "They are going to find us if we keep hiding."

"And if we run out in the open, they will find us just as easily," Hermione replied. "I have a bad feeling that there's little chance of escape."

Opening the door to her new home, she greeted the blonde relaxing on the sofa. It was a peculiar thing to see Draco Malfoy lounging on her furniture, but it wasn't that farfetched considering he paid for it. Now that Britain lay in ruins, there was nothing for him there. And more over, no one wanted him. He was just as much of an outcast as the creatures he now lived with.

"I don't understand how you can commute from one town to another on a day to day basis for schooling without losing your mind," he commented as she passed. The shirt he wore was unbuttoned and fully open, as his tops were the majority of the time these days. The livid scars still rested there, a telltale mark of the pure violence one can be consumed by when changing.

"It's worth it," Hermione replied, sitting in the chair opposite him. A glass of water sat at his side, slightly dirty. He still hated to do his own dishes, even if he was the only one that would use the mortal dishware. There was no need for the women to use it, when they ate other substances. "We're going on a hunt tonight," she continued, watching him.

"I expected as much," he replied, giving her a lame shrug. "You two always go out when the moon is high."

"Yes, we do," she continued, thinking to another being that lived not too far away. "Perhaps I will make another stop on the way home."

He looked uninterested in her comment, as usual. "You don't have to tell me Hermione, you always stop by his place when you're done. If you keep trying, Weasley might actually stay with you and speak to him."

Hermione pursed her lips, looking down to pick at the soft material of the chair she sat in. During their escape from Britain, it had been Ginny that slashed the marks across his chest, before she nearly ate their enemy. It took more control than the brunette could ever explain to pull her friend off of him, saving the gits life. At least they still knew magic, and they saved his life. In return, he helped smuggle them out of the terrorized land, without any of their friends. That was the price to pay for his assistance, and in reality it wasn't so bad. They didn't have anyone that would want to come with them anymore. But she had been the one to administer the gashes, and it was something Draco never forgave Ginny for. Even when the trio began growing closer and spoke vaguely about their pasts, Draco would call Hermione by her correct name, but never changed over to calling Ginny by hers. He held a grudge over the almost fatal blow, one which he would never forget.

"We both know she won't; she's too scared."

He glanced sideways at her. "Well maybe if the two of you attempted to lock yourselves to creatures of your own kind then the problem wouldn't be as severe. He's a werewolf Hermione, no better than Lupin ever was. They are still killing creatures."

The girl snapped herself into a standing position, balling up her hands. "You easily forget Draco, but I am a killing machine too."

The blonde held up his hands, though he didn't look very afraid. "I know I've taken enough pain from those teeth of yours. These gashes from the lovely Weaselette are the only obscurity on my perfect physique, though I won't lie that they do make the women pity me when I bring them home." He smirked at her disgusted look; some things never changed. "Thank Merlin for magic, or I would be dead by now."

"I don't want to hear about that," she replied stiffly. "Now do you know where she is?"

He shrugged. "Probably up in her room, as usual. She doesn't like to talk to me you know. I don't know if its guilt, or endless hate, but either way I wouldn't be surprised if her unchanging body dances on my grave someday."

The girl watched him a moment longer, but gave no reply. When his attention refocused on the muggle television he had discovered once arriving here, she turned away. Draco had not been bitten like she and Ginny; he would not remain ageless like then. If he married a muggle, he would outlive her, but they would surpass his years by centuries. It was odd to think that in eighty years everyone would've aged and grown wrinkly, and everyone from her past would be dying and turning to dust, yet she would still be the same person she had been at nineteen, never able to actually reach twenty years of age. In America, that wasn't even old enough to legally drink.

Those were the thoughts that sometimes threw her into depression.

"Someday sweetheart, you'll be thankful that I didn't rip your heart out."

Ginny didn't answer her door for the first three knocks. After the fourth, Hermione kicked the flimsy door in. That was certainly a benefit of being super human; super strength.

The redhead lay on her bed as usual, glaring up at the ceiling. The object really was unnecessary, considering she only ever sat upon it. With the riches that Malfoy did escape Britain with, he had argued that she only needed a simply couch for the room, but she ignored him. It wasn't unexpected that they argued about simple things. Not after Ginny's original attack on him. He did like to pick on the poor girl often though, and it did little to help the situation.

"It's so good to see you in high spirits," Hermione said lamely, throwing the door shut. If the blonde downstairs was disturbed by the noise, he didn't let either girl know. Often, he simply ignored them when possible.

Ginny grunted in return, refusing to respond. Hermione could only roll her eyes at the girl, used to her behavior. Forks Washington had been their home for nearly eight months, and throughout that time Ginny had fallen into a ridiculously repetitive pattern. She would mope about the past, go on a filling hunt with Hermione that might sustain her hunger for a few days, blatantly ignore the man that so badly wanted to imprint on her on the way home, then return to the house and mope about her situation again. It made the brunette want to gag- if she still could.

"You could always try something productive you know and actually bloody talk to him," she continued with a sigh. "I'm going to their home tonight after we finish looking for food, no matter what his elders might say. You're welcome to come with, but only if you are going to participate in conversation this time. It's horrible that you continue to come along just to crush his heart. Don't you have any empathy at all?"

The ginger finally turned her head, glancing at her friend. "No, I don't."

"Ginny," she snapped, slamming her hand onto a wood desk. The furniture cracked against the force, and she silently reminded herself to use magic to fix it later. "You can't be that cruel. Just because Harry-"

She was up in a moment, directly in front of her counterpart, their eyes glaring into each other. Ginny was seething, her anger having peeked in a matter of seconds. Hermione stood her ground, balling up her fists. "Don't ever talk about him! We never talk about Britain!"

"You can't just ignore that part of our existence!" she countered, leveling her stance with the gingers. "We lived there as different people- different, living people. Times have changed, and you need to accept that those parts of our past did exist; they are unchangeable. Stop pretending like we can't talk about them!"

The ginger shoved her, causing her friend to fly back against the wall. Vaguely they both registered footsteps from below, but neither paid them much mind. Hermione was up again in a moment, used to this sort of behavior on her friend's part. She was far angrier about their changes than she was, but perhaps that was simply because the brunette had become unhappy with her life towards the end of it. Maybe she didn't have as hard of a time accepting this because she felt she had nothing to lose by dying.

"You're so ungrateful Hermione! Don't you even care about me? I couldn't wait for you forever!"

"Ron, you don't know anything! You think this is funny, hilarious even? You think this is alright? You're cheating on me!"

"You can't cheat on someone you're never with."

She didn't see much to lose in that life. Her parents were dead, gone forever. Her friends, her relationships were strained to the brim of breaking, and she missed the fallout when she died. Something changed between her and those she had grown up beside for years the day she changed, became something new. They would never have accepted her for what she- what she and Ginny- were now.

The letters that found them days later confirmed her suspicions. The vampire that bit them was caught, and killed. But the horror of what they had become could not be overlooked, and their friends, families only saw them as monsters. Any hope of remaining in Britain was shattered from there.

Vampires weren't very favorable in the country as it was. Living there would've been a hardship on itself.

Hermione gained a fighting stance, barring her rapidly growing teeth. She didn't exactly enjoy fighting her friend, but with her overactive senses always jumping out at inconvenient times, she didn't always have a choice. Before they could duel again, a blonde figure appeared at the doorway in her peripheral vision.

"This again?" he asked with a sigh. If a wizard knew these actions were ordinary, then he knew too much about the blood suckers for his own good. "Now what's got the two of you worked up?"

The ginger swiveled her head in his direction, barring her teeth as well. He only raised a pale eyebrow, not at all threatened by her demur. He dealt with her actions often enough to know how to handle her- either of them- in such situations.

"You got her worked up again," he muttered, directing his voice to Hermione. She did not miss the irritation in his tone, but instead chose to ignore it.

"And you're probably not helping," she replied just as evenly. Ginny never did let things brush off easily, or at least not anymore. She lunged at them, and the blonde had her stunned in a moment. Hermione watched as her body hit the ground.

"She will hate you when she wakes up."

Draco chuckled. "And that's supposed to bother me? We already don't get along."

The girl looked away, studying the surroundings outside the window. "No, I suppose you don't."

Although the girls did live as vampires now, they stayed away from the Cullen household, despite their strange hospitality. Hermione thought that the girl called Bella was quite strange to be around, and Ginny couldn't stand Rosealie. So, they avoided the other local vampires as much as possible.

It actually made things better.

Jacob Black and his group of werewolves did not seem to favor the Cullen's much. Hermione knew all too well that the alpha wolf had longed for Bella Swan for a long time, but when she came to town those burning desires slowly smoldered into nothing. Unlike Bella, she did feel something for the strong shape shifting werewolf, and her natural curiosity and desire to learn drew her to him more and more.

Those simple facts led to the birth of their relationship. Now that she was a creature of the night, Ron wanted nothing to do with her. She lost her boyfriend the day she was attacked, mutilated and changed against her will. But maybe that was for the better. Now she was with Jacob, and his kisses made her feel something down to her toes. It was a relationship like none she had ever experienced, and although she knew that his pack frowned upon their relationship, the alpha male showed no concern for their opinions. It seemed that he would be with whoever he wanted, so long as things worked out.

That worked for her just fine.

There was a single female wolf in the pack that took quite a liking to Malfoy as well, but she knew that anything that had fur and fangs was not his cup of tea, and despite the poor girls efforts she could not get him to ask her on a date. Jacob had explained that imprinting happened when a wolf channels all his/her affections to the single person that will most likely be its spouse, but he did not believe for a minute that was what was happening between Draco and Leah. The girl was simply crushing on a new boy in town, and he did not return her affections.

But at least it was a crush. Now Seth, everyone knew that Seth was in way deeper. The poor wolf had been chasing Ginny Weasley around for ages, ever since she came to town. But Ginny held onto the unrealistic idea that Harry would come looking for her and take her back, despite his obvious revolution at what she had become. Hermione knew Harry didn't want her any more than Ron wanted the brunette. Although the older girl could let go of old relations, her friend could not. She was insistent that things would someday go back to the way they were before they were attacked. But that could never happen again, not when things had changed so drastically.

She would have to accept someday that this was her life now. And unfortunately, her denial was hurting poor Seth. If the boy wasn't trying to imprint on her, things would be easier.

But everyone knew he wouldn't give up. He would rather die than give up on anything. And Jacob feared he would let himself die before he accepted Ginny Weasley's denial. If Hermione could sway the girls opinion, she would. Yet nothing she said did anything to the girl's opinion. And poor Seth got to suffer through it all.

That's how Hermione ended up alone over at Jacob's, sitting up in his room that day. Ginny came along on the hunt with her but out rightly avoided coming over with her. They all knew that she was avoiding the young wolf, and there was nothing Hermione could do to fix that. The girl was stubborn, even now that she was dead.

Maybe she had such a hard time adjusting and letting go because of the standpoint she had between he and her own family. Some of the members tried to send mail and seem accepting overseas, but the amount of letters screaming hatred at her outweighed the kind ones. Harry and Ron were simply so disgusted with what had happened that they targeted both girls with crude letters explaining that they should never come back to Britain, but Percy and Charlie took it a step further. They sent more letters- Howler's even- to torment the girl. Now Hermione had created a spell that kept the birds from ever locating them all together, but it did no good; the damage was done. Although Ginny's parents and twin brothers tried to be kind to her as she transformed into something new and scary, it did nothing to save her attitude. She was now very hurt by everything sent her way.

Percy, Charlie, Ron and Harry were victims just like Hermione and Ginny. Their families and friends suffered just like them, just to less extreme reaches. They were all victims of circumstance, unable to do anything with the game board now set up before them. They all had to play the game one way or the other, whether they wanted to or not. It was unfortunate, but it was a life.

And Malfoy was in the same boat. His life had taken drastic turns, and now he played on the same board they did. They all coexisted together, whether they wanted to or not.

The tanned wolf fell into the bed beside her. "What are you thinking about?"

She smiled softly. "Everything."

He rolled on his side, moving to trail kisses down the side of her neck. "What's bothering you?"

The girl glanced at him through the sides of her eyes, holding her gaze with his own. "Fred and George owled me earlier- Ginny's twin brothers- saying that their siblings are restless. They are still angry about what happened, that we're alive, that we took off. I don't believe they even know what to be angry about anymore. But nonetheless, they are very angry. He said they seemed to be making plans along with Harry- I've told you about him- but what they are planning remains a mystery. It sounds suspicious to me."

"Yes it does," he agreed, moving to dip his head lower. "Do you know what I'm thinking about?"

She smiled. "What?"

He moved back up, kissing her roughly for a moment on the lips- a kiss that had her gripping him before he finished- before he responded. "You."

"And what about me?"

He chuckled. "I think you know Hermione."

She raised an eyebrow, looking up at him. "Your father is home. He won't appreciate us making that much noise."

He smiled, standing up. Extending a hand to her, he spoke, "That's why I thought we would go down by the beach."

"Where there could be a countless amount of people? Jake, do you really think that's a good idea?"

The wolf grinned, pulling her towards the door. "We'll just have to be careful."

She smiled in return at that, mischief dancing in her eyes. She might be concerned about horrifying his father again, but that didn't mean she was completely ignoring his suggestion. Sex with Jake was fun after all; it was rough.

"She hates me," he said, again pitying himself. Jake rolled his eyes at the boy's side, looking out from his position on the beach- the same place he had taken Hermione the night before.

"She's stubborn," he commended, trying to comfort the troubled boy. "You can't expect her to be all that open Seth, not after what happened to them in Britain. She's just closed off right now."

He scoffed, standing as he spoke. "That's easy for you to say. Hermione, she's your mate. You imprinted on her, and she accepted." He smiled softly glancing back at the other wolf. "I do like you with her more so than Bella. At least she's good to you."

Jake glared. "You're the same with Ginny, Seth, even if you don't see it. You want her to fall for you, like you have fallen for her. She's resisting though, just like Bella." He glanced away. "It's best you give up on her now, before she drags you around too much. I let Bella… I let myself fall for someone that never felt the same way for me." He wasn't sure that was entirely true, but it made him feel good to say. Made everything seem less ridiculous.

Bella was still a very fresh wound in his best, a backslap that ended up hurting him more than he would like to admit. If Hermione hadn't shown up at the opportune time, then he wasn't quite sure what would've happened to his mind. The brunette saved him, but the ginger female only caused problems. She was foolish, rebellious and angry with the new direction her life was taking- or her death, if anyone looked at it like such. She wouldn't accept anything in the world right now, least of all the affections of a werewolf she continued to brush off.

Seth began walking away, picking up a rock as he walked. "Maybe that's true," he said dully, looking out at the water as he launched his rock, attempting to skip the smooth stone without success. "But Ginny, fuck Jake, I can't get her off my mind. She's always there, haunting my thoughts. It's horrible- and I know it is- because she's so rebellious and against even speaking to me. When Hermione came over the other day, I tried asking her why Ginny hates me." He shook his head. "She didn't want to give me an answer."

The older boy held back a groan, wishing his friend would let Ginny go. He knew it was hard to be rejected by a girl- possibly more than anyone by now- but if Seth was trying to imprint on someone so resistive, he was just going to get hurt in the end. Bella was all the proof Jake needed on that account. The woman was heartless when it came down to it, and she was a fool in the end. She was going to let oh-pale-one turn her into a lifeless corpse, just like him. It was sad.

Hermione, he could respect. Her transformation may not have been voluntary, but she chose to try and be better. He didn't fully understand how the two woman traveled so far around the world without eating the blonde companion they brought along, but he was certain there was a story to that he had yet to hear. He respected her because from her stories, she lived life to the fullest and made herself happy. And now that she was dead, she still tried to make the best of things. She wasn't giving her life up for a strange man she decided to fall in love with. She could make her situation work as it was, and he would accept that. So long as she stayed happy, he would be too.

Now if Ginny Weasley could learn to be the same, things would be easier around here. Currently the ties between the Quileute Pack and the Cullen's were fairly bad, and Jacob couldn't say he was sorry for it. Bella made her choice, and he was making his. Maybe things were better this way.

"She's trying not to be too cruel," he said at length, attempting a shrug. He didn't know what to tell the other man.

Again, the younger wolf scoffed. "I wish she would tell me the truth though, Jacob. I just want to know what I'm doing wrong with Ginny."

Jake shrugged again, holding back a comment. Seth shoved his hands into his pockets at that irritated that his friend wasn't being of more help.

You're not doing anything wrong Seth. You just picked one of the most hard-headed women I have ever met. I wish you luck with her.

Hermione read the letter twice, continually looking up at Draco as she did so. It had been the blonde that retrieved the male that morning- which usually there was very little of- and found the bird perched on the banister outside. He had reluctantly brought it in when he noted the name on the front, and since then things had gone downhill.

There was only one letter, addressed to Ginny and Hermione. He never got mail from Britain, and it appeared no one was even looking for the man. He got exceptionally irritated by the fact, but Hermione thought he was kind of lucky. The girl didn't waste time tearing the letter open, and since then had been reading the words over and over. Draco only read the letter once, but it was enough for him to know things were bad.

She threw the paper down at length on the table, pacing back and forth as thoughts flooded the contents of her head "This is bad."

"You think? They are going to be on our doorstep in mere hours by the looks of things. And I doubt that they will be happy to see anyone of us."

The girl glared at him. "They shouldn't be coming," she said dully, clasping and unclasping her hands. "I know they are angry, but I was under the impression that they had all but given up on the two of us. They were so angry and disgusted with us at first that I never expected them to come looking here. I mean, it's not hard to figure out where people are when you try and contact them enough times, but those words aren't filled with remorse for how they treated us and shunned us. They are angry Draco- about what exactly, I'm not sure. But things don't sound good."

"I know," he agreed. "They are coming to see you, but they don't sound pleased about it. I'm not sure why they would bother coming if they don't want to; seems like a waste of travel."

"Yes," she agreed, looking past his head. "Do you know where Ginny went to this morning?"

He scoffed. "If you have so easily forgotten Hermione, I attempt to stay away from that bitchy girl as often as possible. She's probably off in the woods again, working off as much steam as possible. For you and I, that's a good thing."

"I know," she said slowly, sitting back at the table, "But if they are coming, we should leave. Maybe we can cross up into Canada. All I'm saying Draco is that they won't be happy to see us, and a confrontation between the group of us wouldn't be pleasant. I don't want to endanger Jake or any of the other werewolves."

The blonde smirked at her comment, knowing very well why she didn't care a bit about the Cullen's. "Then you should go find her and bring her home. Escaping will be easy enough for us; though I'm not sure your lover boy will appreciate your abrupt departure. He seems a bit smitten with you."

She rolled her eyes, knowing the blonde only said these things to pick on her. She opened her mouth to reply but was cut off as the door to the house was thrown open, and a girl burst through with fiery locks, slamming it after her. Hermione just barely concealed the letter into her pocket before Ginny came in, collapsing on a chair beside Draco.

"What's wrong with you?" he asked, his question coming out carelessly. Hermione watched the two carefully, wishing they could get along for at least a few minutes every few days.

But Ginny just shook her head, glancing up at Hermione. "I… I was out in the woods. I climbed up a tree to get away from things- one of those huge ones- when I saw a blue car driving by. Merlin Hermione, it looked like the car my father likes to keep at the house."

Hermione and Draco exchanged a glance. Well, looks like they had less time than they first thought.