Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, etc.

AN: Hermione is a vampire. She was born around the mid 1800s.

Chapter 1

The day seemed gloomy. It could pass by as night that it was so dark. Dark clouds made their way around the sky and rain poured down against everything in its path. Around the Malfoy mansion, it was darker than the sky. If one looked at it, they would feel an overwhelming sense of dread, loss of hope, and fear.

Hermione Granger stood before it. Her eyes were filled with determination and anger. At first glance, it looked like the eyes of a predator.

Hermione had long golden-brown hair that reached to the end of her shoulder blades; her eyes were usually light brown but were currently almost black, due to her mood. Her fair skin was smooth and flawless. She was fit and had curves in all the desirable places. She was all woman.

She carried a black duffel bag, wore dark blue jeans, a black ¾ sleeve top and a ring she never takes off. The ring protected her from the sun.

Hermione walked to the front gate, opened it and continued walking until she reached the door. She sighed, forgetting that she couldn't enter the house without permission from the owner. 'Well, there goes the element of surprise.' She thought. She was very embarrassed that she forgot. She has been around long enough to know that. She rolled her eyes and knocked, waiting for someone to answer.

The door slowly creaked open to reveal a young man with blond hair, pale skin, and grey eyes. He was dressed in all black former clothes. He looked to be in his late teens. When he saw the brunette, his eyes widened. "What do you want?" He asked, his voice was laced with venom. He knew by the brunette's clothes that she was a muggle, or what he liked to call, 'mudblood'.

"I wish to negotiate with the head of this household." Hermione said in a calm, soothing voice.

His eyes narrowed, "Who are you?"

"That is not important; just get me the head of this household." Hermione was getting upset. Her temper was short since she quit drinking human blood. She was currently going through withdraws.

The young man's eyes widened in shock before he said, "You filthy little mudblood!"

Hermione put up her hand, stopping him, "Trust me, you don't want to fight me. I came here to get the boys. Now, if you are too much of a coward to get the Master-" Hermione was using reverse psychology. She had hoped that this young man was stupid enough to fall for it.

The man was enraged. "I am not afraid! You made a huge mistake coming here, one you will not live to regret! Get in!" He said, gesturing inside.

Hermione smiled, happy that it worked. She had a feeling that his pride would get the best of him. She took a step in to see if she was indeed allowed in. She was pleasantly surprised that she was. She supposed that this young man lived here. The blond man closed the door behind them and Hermione held up her hands, "Well, lead the way." The teenager walked in front, muttering to himself. The vampire didn't catch it because he mumbled and the words weren't fully formed. She followed him up the stairs. It was such a long way up, Hermione wondered if he was setting something up. Finally, they reached the top.

Hermione found two women and two men. One woman had blond hair and the other one had raven hair. Hermione recognized from the paper that the two boys were Harry and Ron.

The blond woman looked to them, "Draco? What have you brought?" She hissed.

Draco looked to his mother. Hermione saw a flash of fear in his eyes. "She claims to want to negotiate for the boys. I assume for their freedom." He said.

Hermione heard a burst of laughter from the tall raven woman. She then looked to Hermione with absolute disgust. "This mudblood?" She then looked to Draco, "How dare you bring a mudblood into this house!"

Hermione walked forward to them, "Name your price. Let these boys go." From the corner of her eyes, she saw the boys look at her in astonishment, obviously curious to know who she was.

The blond looked to the raven woman, "Bellatrix, this could be quite interesting."

Bellatrix looked to her, "Cissy, we do not have time for these silly games." Bellatrix's gaze locked onto the brunette woman. She pointed her wand and muttered. A green glow erupted from the tip of her wand and went straight to Hermione. The force hit Hermione, sending her off balance but she quickly regained it.

Everyone in the room looked at her in shock. Bellatrix sent her a killing curse and Hermione was still standing, appearing to have no effect on her. Unknown to everyone, was Lucius watching. He watched from the door afar in the other room. His eyes widened at what he saw. He let out a small gasp and apparated out. He thought he knew what Hermione was and if she was indeed what he thought, they would not be able to stop her. But he did know someone who can.

"Are you going to negotiate or are you just going to shine light in my eyes?" Hermione taunted.

Everyone was still stunned, excluding Bellatrix. She was fuming, it didn't help that she was being taunted and making fun of magic.

Hermione smiled, "Forget it. You are obviously in no position to be negotiating. I will just take the boys and go." She said, walking to them.

Bellatrix threw another killing curse at Hermione which had the same effect as before. Hermione completely ignored her and continued walking towards Harry and Ron. Just as she laid her hands on them, a puff of black smoke appeared behind her. Hermione turned and saw a man with long blond hair holding a woman with medium complexion, wearing a sour face. She really didn't want to be here. "Not so fast, mudblood." Lucius said. Hermione cocked an eyebrow. "Leave here, now, alone and we will not harm you."

Hermione smirked, "You can't do anything to me. Your magic has no effect on me."

Lucius looked to the woman he came with and gave her a look that told her to do something.

The woman went to Hermione and stared at her, "Not them no. But I can. I am Stacy and I a different type of witch than them."

Hermione crossed her arms, "Is that so?"

"Time is up." Lucius said, silently telling the witch to get on with it.

Stacy looked at Lucius briefly and turned to look at the vampire again. She looked into Hermione's eyes and concentrated hard.

Without warning, Hermione felt like her chest was caving in. Hermione screamed in pain and hugged the floor. This continued for some time until the pain was too much and she passed out.

The vampire woke up in a big comfortable bed. The silk sheets felt nice on her bare skin. Her eyes widened at the realization. Her top was off and she was only wearing her jeans, and bra. She went to move but was restrained. She couldn't move her arms at all. She looked at her wrists but found nothing. She was somehow paralyzed by magic.

The room was dimmed. The only source of light there was, was candles that were scattered around the room. She struggled against the unseen force, trying to free from herself. She felt a slap of annoyance at this.

Hermione heard a voice say, "Try all you want, you will not be getting out."

She turned her head to the left and saw Stacy standing there, leaning against the doorframe with her arms crossed. She walked to Hermione and leaned down so that she was eye level with her, "I was beginning to think that you would never wake up." Without warning, Hermione snapped at Stacy, making her jump back.

"Animal." She said, insulting her.

"Witch." Hermione shot back.

Stacy snickered and walked to the desk on the other side of the room. Hermione couldn't tell what she was doing.

"I am very curious to know why you have a soft spot for those boys." She said, her back was still to the vampire.

"What's it to you?" the brunette snapped.

Stacy chuckled, "Just curiosity. It doesn't concern me at all." She walked back to Hermione, holding a small knife.

"Why can't I move?" Hermione asked.

"My magic prevents you from doing so. Don't worry, it's not permanent." She said, raising the knife.

Hermione flinched as much as her body would let her. She turned her head to the other side when she heard that unforgettable laughter.

Bellatrix and Narcissa was standing at another doorway, watching the show. "So, the mudblood isn't afraid of magic but is afraid of knives?" She asked tauntingly.

Hermione looked to Narcissa who was openly staring at Hermione. The vampire could easily see the lust in Narcissa's eyes as they raked over Hermione's body shined due to the sweat her body produced.

Before Hermione could say anything, she was cut off by Stacy slicing her skin with the knife. She grunted in pain. Hermione did her best to hold in her screams. She didn't want to give them any satisfaction. Surprisingly, she was doing well. Her screams were just grunts. Hermione watched as blood trickled down onto the floor. Stacy walked to the other side and did the same thing to the other wrist. Stacy made sure to avoid any serious damage. She didn't want the vampire to bleed too much to the point where it would kill her.

"Why are you doing this?" Hermione asked when she finished.

"Trying to get information." She answered.

"On what?" Hermione asked in ragged breaths. She was now panting hard. She struggled to get unneeded breath. She found that breathing helped dulled the pain. Narcissa's eyes darkened in lust. Hermione's heavy breathing was turning her on. Of course, Hermione couldn't care less. She didn't even notice.

Stacy looked to Hermione, "What your purpose is for coming here. Why you want to free Harry and Ron. It doesn't make sense." Stacy was baffled at Hermione's behavior. Vampires didn't care about anything or anyone but themselves.

Stacy went back to her desk and grabbed a couple metal rods. Hermione looked to the other women. Bellatrix looked like she was enjoying the show immensely. She was mentally taking notes. Narcissa looked to be struggling with something.

Stacy went back to Hermione and held up the metal rods to Hermione's face, "This will stop that fast healing your kind has." Before Hermione could say anything, Stacy placed the metal rods in the vampire's wounds, preventing the skin from closing up the gash.

Hermione let out a scream this time. Her body didn't like the metal that was placed in, and the skin and muscle dug into the rod, trying to heal. It was a double whammy. Blood poured from Hermione's body.

"I won't tell you." Hermione said in ragged breaths. Her body was shaking.

"I didn't think you would but that doesn't matter. There are other ways to get information out of you." Stacy said. Hermione started to feel nauseous from the pain.

"You feel lightheaded yet?" Stacy asked. "That means you're ready to let me into your head. It's like a legilimency spell." Stacy walked to the desk again and grabbed some herbs. Stacy began rubbing the herbs between her hands, crushing them. The herbs were a mixture of vervain, sage, yew, and gillyweed.

She walked back to Hermione and Stacy smiled down at her before rubbing the herbs and plants on Hermione's chest.

Hermione screamed as the contents burned her. She felt Stacy try to enter her mind but pushed her out each time she tried to break through her walls.

Stacy stopped and huffed in annoyance. She thought this would've been easier. She walked back to the desk and gathered some more.

Hermione was happy to have a break if only for a little while. All too soon, Stacy was back. She repeated her performance.

Hermione couldn't hold in her agonizingly loud scream. The plants and herbs burned her. It was too much. Steam was coming up from her burning chest. The vampire's screams echoed off the walls in the room. The entire mansion could hear it.

Stacy still had her hands on Hermione. She closed her eyes in concentration. Hermione was doing her best not to let her in but was losing miserably. "Let me in sweetheart. It'll be so much easier. Let everything go." Stacy whispered in Hermione's ear.

With a hard push, Stacy entered Hermione's mind, much to Hermione's anger and disappointment.

"I'm finally in." Stacy said with a smile. She closed her eyes and concentrated. Bellatrix and Narcissa looked on in anxiety. Hermione was sill screaming in agony.

Flashes of Hermione's past went through Stacy's mind. Stacy saw a trailer-like movie of Hermione's life.

Hermione opened her mouth wide, trying to scream but didn't have the energy for it. It was all spent on trying not to scream and holing in the pain.

When Stacy finished going through Hermione's mind, Hermione's body went limp. She was so exhausted. She was taking in harsh breaths. Her skin was red and bleeding from where the herbs and plants were rubbed and her wrists were the same. Smoke still was coming off her skin.

Stacy smiled, looking down at Hermione, "So that's why." She said.

Before Bellatrix could question, a loud bang erupted from inside the mansion. Bellatrix and Narcissa ran downstairs to check. Stacy disappeared somewhere, leaving Hermione alone.

Exhaustion caught up with her. She also felt more relaxed that most likely no one would some in again soon. She could no longer keep her eyes open. Before she did, however, she saw a handsome, tall, thin man with red rather long hair. He looked to be related to Ron. He had claw marks on his face. He hovered over the vampire with a smile. That was when Hermione fell asleep.

Hermione woke up in a bed again. She started to panic, thinking that she was still at Malfoy Manor. She hastily looked around. Everything in the room was cream colored. It looked much more inviting than Malfoy Manor.

Hermione was stunned at the fact that she was able to move again. She practically went to jump out of bed but was stopped when she felt an unbearable pain consume her body. She screamed and fell back on the bed. "Please don't do that." She heard a soft, soothing voice.

Hermione looked around and saw the most beautiful blond woman she had ever seen. She was dressed in blue jeans and a white top.

She carefully and slowly walked to Hermione and knelt down beside her. "I'm Fleur Delacour. What is your name?" She asked in a husky voice.

Don't worry; you will see glimpses of Hermione's past.