A New Kind of Enemy

Summary- The gang is seventeen now and in their seventh year at Hogwarts.  Voldemort is gone, along with the majority of the deatheaters, including Lucius Malfoy.  Hermione has been dating Victor Krum ever since the Yule Ball in their fourth year, and has fallen deeply in love with him.  But sometimes people surprise you, and arnt who you though they were.  Hermione discovers this about two people, two people she has known for the greater part of her life, and two people who will be working on two opposite extriemes, one trying to save her, and one trying to destroy her. 

Disclaimer- I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters, or anything related to the Harry Potter world.  Ms. Rowling has the pleasure of that.

Spoilers- Harry Potter and the Sorcerers Stone,

Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets,

Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban

Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

Pairing- Hermione Granger / Victor Krum at first, but will be a Hermione Granger / Draco Malfoy

"Bye Ron, bye Harry, see you later this break!" Hermione Granger called to her two best friends, who where waving and shouting their goodbye's as well. The three friends had just finished their sixth year at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and for once, Hermione was happy to leave.

Not that she didn't love school, of course, she ate, slept, and breathed learning, but this summer break was different, she has a special invitation to visit her boyfriend, Victor Krum, and his house in Bulgaria. She was not permitted to see him before, because of the age difference, but this year is different, she was 17, a real adult, although he was 20, it wasn't much. "I wonder if mum and dad will let me this year." Hermione mused.

"He's 20, and I'm just turning 17." But her worries where soon cleared when, on the way home, she filled her mother in on every special detail that happened this year at school, all the roses and cards and gifts he had showered her with.

 Her mother looked at Hermione with tears in her eyes, her only daughter, and child for that matter, was turning into such a wonderful young lady, and granted her permission at once, ignoring the disapproving looks from her husband.

 "Hermione, dear." Her mother said with a new glint in her voice. "We simply must go shopping, and you need a makeover, you need to really impress this young man of yours, and, er, what did you say he played again?"

 "Quidditch, mom." Hermione said her eyes bright with pride. "It's the single most played sport of the wizarding world."

 "Ah yes." Her mom said absently, thinking of the day she was planning for her daughter the next day." "How very lovely."

The following day, Hermione sprang out of bed with a new bounce, and ran downstairs to see if her mother was up. Sure enough, there where her parents, her father sipping his coffee casually while her mother made scrambled eggs.

"Good mourning honey." Her dad said with a smile. "Morning, anything interesting in the news?" Just then a barn owl swooped into the cheery kitchen window, although, the grangers where very used to this, Hermione being a witch, and wanting the Daily Prophet on her vacations, her father still raised an eyebrow from time to time.

 "Oh dear." Hermione said, signing, Fudge is fumbling it up again, he's over spending the budjet.  I cant wait until I graduate, I'm going to become the first Mistress of Magic.  Her father looked back down at his paper, but you could see the look of pride in his brown eyes.  Her mother, on the other hand, had a one track mind.  She said, "Well, how about you get ready, and we can get a start on our girls day out?" "Sure mom!" Hermione jumped up happily and ran upstairs to get changed.

"Oh Hermione!" Her mom exclaimed, looking at the different hair styles in the hair fashion magazine, in the waiting area of her favorite muggle hair dresser. "Oh mom, I like it!" Hermione was staring at a picture of a woman with beautiful chestnut colored hair, much like her own, but they woman had red tints of hair, and it was much sleeker then Hermione's own bushy head of hair. "Mom, I could never pull off a style like that." Hermione said, going bad to looking at ways to put your hair up. "Nonsense Mione, I know you learn a lot at that school, but don't underestimate the power of normal chemicals." Her mother winked at her, and with that, pointed out the picture to the hair dresser, who was ready to do a hair makeover on the young girl.

Three hours, and a lot of brushing later, Hermione stepped in front of the mirror to admire the dressers work. She blushed just imaging the expression Victor would have, seeing her with this new hairdo, because she certainly did look like the girl in the magazine now, down to the tinted red highlights.

 "Now Hermione, I do believe we have a date with the mall." Her mom said, looking nearly as excited and Hermione felt. Walking into the mall, Hermione's mom steered her straight to the makeup counter. "I want you to do a total makeover on my daughter." Her mom told the makeup artist. "Leave out no detail."

 As the makeup artist worked, Hermione's mind wandered to what it would be like to be in Victor's arms again, she felt so safe at the Yule ball, dancing the night away. She prayed he would like the new Hermione, and it was so, that Hermione did feel different, she had started to notice the changes earlier this year, but her Hogwarts robes covered all the new curves, and of course, other changes as well.

"Oh Victor." She thought to herself. "Only a week and I will get to see you" Finally the woman was done, and Hermione was permitted to look in the mirror. She loved what she saw, and after her mom generously paid for a school supply of all the makeup that had been used, they went to get some regular muggle clothes. Hermione was walking with more confidence in herself, and she felt she could have taken Voldemort right then and there, with just a can of hairspray and a mascara wand, because, well, that's what growing into the person you want to be will get you.

~

"Goodbye mom! I'll see you in August!" Hermione was shouting to her mother from the train station, as she got ready to board the train that will take her to Bulgaria. To Victor. "Goodbye honey, have a wonderful time!" And with that, Hermione boarded the train, feeling like the luckiest girl in the entire world, she was going to a wonderful country, and to a person she trusted, life couldn't be better.

Those who are departing in the grand station, please head to the front of the train. Hermione was startled out of her sleep from the loud voice over the speaker. "Wow." She mused. "I slept the entire way!" She gathered her carry-on items, and with one more look around, she left her compartment.

No sooner had she stepped off the train, but there was Victor Krum. Not looking nearly as clumsy as she had remembered him.

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 "Hello Hermione." He said, accent free. Hermione gasped in surprise, not expecting a perfect English accent to come out of those perfect lips. "Victor!" She explained. "Your-your voice! You haven't the Bulgarian accent anymore!!" "Ah Hermione, surly a smart witch like you could recognize a simple accent charm such as the one upon myself during the past years." Victor said calmly, almost annoyed.

 "Oh." Hermione said, and then regained herself. "I'm so happy to see you!" She flung her arms around his broad shoulders, and unless she was mistaken, felt his hand run up her butt, which sent unpleasant shivers down her spine, and she broke away. "Well", she said, a bit uncertainly, "where to your house?" "We shall be taking my car" He said smugly, almost with the same sort of smirk Draco Malfoy gives her.  "Car?" Hermione looked around, there where many. "There." He pointed to a shiny black Limousine. "oh victor! I never dreamed of this!" And after getting into the car, Victor told the chauffer, in Bulgarian, to take them to his house. "This is so wonderful, Victor." Hermione gushed as she looked out the window of the shiny car, "I am so happy!" But Victor wasn't paying attention; he was casually rubbing Hermione's leg. "What are you doing?" She asked, feeling a little uncomfortable. "Hermione, why do you have all that stuff on your face?" He asked, his eyes hardening a little. "Well, its makeup. My mother took me for a whole makeover one day to impress y-"

"What?" Victor asked, hearing the word "impress". "Who are you trying to impress? Do you want other guys to think your some easy slut? Your mine Hermione and I don't want you wearing that crap on your face." Hermione looked at him in shock, and was about to say something, but he pushed her out of the now fully stopped car, and into the driveway of the most spectacular house she had ever seen. "Victor! I never knew you lived in such a house! I bet Draco Malfoy doesn't even own a house this big!"

"Of course Hermione." Victor said, as if she where a small child. "How much do you think quiddich players like me make?" "I don't know" Hermione said, as they started walking to the grand manor. "We make over three million galleons a year." Hermione gasped.  "I know." Victor smirked at the look on Hermione's face, "and I have something for you." At that, he pulled out the most beautiful necklace Hermione had ever seen. It was on a delicate gold chain and had the most beautiful rubies on it. Hermione felt like a princess, and all resentment she had from Victors earlier comments melted away. Hermione leaned over and gave Victor a strong hug, and without thinking, she kissed him on the cheek, and slowly moved her way to his lips. Hermione opened her eyes a little, and saw victor had his eyes closed as well, and she felt so safe, completely at home in his arms.

After what seemed like hours of kissing, Hermione broke away and asked, "So where are your parents Victor? I can't wait to meet them!" "My parents?" laughed a very turned on Victor, feeling a little disgruntled that the kissing had turned to the subject of his parents. "Why would they be here? They have their own house, in London!" "What??" Hermione said, shocked. "You mean, we're here alone? But that's not right! I told my mum your parents would-" but she couldn't finish the rest of the sentence, Victor had his mouth, once again on hers, but this time it was a bit more forcefully, Hermione didn't feel the tingling sensation that made their last kiss so special, and she broke it again. "Mione" Victor said, panting a little, "lets go upstairs, my bed is-"

"No victor." Hermione said, pushing him away gently. "I'm only 17; I'm not ready for that." "But mione!" Victor said, looking very aroused. "Please?" "No Victor" Victors eyes hardened for a moment, but he resolved himself. "Well then, how about some breakfast?" "Oh that would be wonderful!" Hermione said, thinking about her growling stomach. "What are we having?" "Well" he said expectantly, "what can you cook?" "Me? Cook?" Hermione laughed. "I can't cook at all!" "Oh but you have to Mione. You're the woman, and I'm the man, you have to cook for me."

 "But Victor, I can't" suddenly and without warning, Victor slapped Hermione across the face. "Bitch! I said I'm hungry, and you're going to cook for me!" Hermione looked at him with tear stung eyes, this was her protector! The one she felt so safe with! Then suddenly her hurt turned to anger. "How dare you! Victor Krum! Don't you ever hit me again! Harry and Ron would kill you!" SMACK! His fist hit her squarely in the jaw, then another blow to the stomach, again and again the swings kept coming, and Hermione crumpled to the floor, whimpering in pain." "Don't you ever, EVER, speak of those bastards again Hermione. I will kill you, and then kill them. Don't think I won't.

 Now then, since all this is cleared up-" He knelt down beside her and started undoing her blouse. "I think I'll have my go now" Hermione opened her eyes and stared into his, they where not the deep and feeling grey she remembered, all she saw where cold slabs of stone swimming in a pool of black ink. "Oh Victor" she mumbled, before passing out from the pain.

~

"We're leaving now, boy." Vernon Durstly's voice thundered behind his immense mustache. "And don't bother trying to get your freak stuff, they re locked tight in the cupboard." "Yes uncle." Harry said, trying trying to sound dejected, when he was very excited about the Weaselys coming. "Good." Mr. Durstly said, and with that he ushered his wife and son out the front door.

About ten minutes after they left, Harry heard the familiar sound of a fire roaring up, and he hurried to the living room to see which red-head would come out first. He was greeted by Fred (or was it George?) And then Ron, then Mr. Weasly, then the other twin finally made it.

Mr. Weasly, although had been in the Durstly house before, looked around with a new astonishment on his face. Harry was ready for him and handed him a package. "This is for you, Mr. Weasly." He said smiling. "These are some appliances muggles use instead of magic." Mr. Weasly looked as though he was ready to dance up and down with joy, but managed to keep his composure, while his sons quietly sniggered at the joy their dad found in non-magical items. "How have you been Harry?" Ron asked, after recovering himself. "Bored." Harry replied simply. "Board!?" Cried Mr. Weasly, "With all this great stuff?" "Dad," Ron started, slightly exasperated, "Harry grew up around muggle stuff, don't you think he would be bored of it after 17 years?" "Oh come on," Fred said impatiently, "I'm itching to play some REAL quidditch!" Harry smiled, then turned to Fred and George, "I need some, er, help with my Hogwarts things, thing you could be of some assistance? The twins grinned,pulled out their wands, and followed Harry to his room.


After retieving the trunk, they all took a handful of floo powder from Mr. Weasly. With more confidence then his last floo incident, he shouted into the fire "THE BURROW!" and he was off.

Harry coughed a little as he stepped out of the weastly fireplace into the warm and welcoming kitchen. Mrs. Weastly and Ginny where setting the table for lunch and the first thing Harry noticed was Ginny.

"Hi Mrs. Weasly, Hi Ginny." Harry said, surveying the room. "Hi Harry." Ginny said, but there was something different about her voice. "Ginny looks older." Harry thought, looking at her, and she's not dropping things like she usually is when she's around me." And it was true. Ginny walked with more grace, in fact, Ginny Weasly had grown up quite a bit in two months. Harry looked again at the former little girl in front of him, filling breakfast glasses with juice.

"She's tarted doing her hair and makeup, it looks nice" Just then, Ron sputtered into the fireplace, followed by George, Fred, and Mr. Weasly. "Oh! Lunch!" Ron, the bottomless pit, hurried over to the table. "Welcome Harry dear." Mrs. Weasly smiled kindly at him and beckond him to take a seat at the large table. Harry gladly obliged, taking his usual seat in between Ron and Ginny. Feeling right at home. Any word on Hermione? Asked Harry to Ron. "Well," Ron said, slowly, "Yes and no" Seeing Harry's (and the rest of him families for that matter) he continued. "Well, at the very beginning of break, she posted me saying she was going to Victor Krum's home in Bulgaria. I suppose she's having such a fantastic time there she hasn't been able to write us." Harry smiled thinking of his bushy-haired friend. Ron also had a clouded face, probably thinking along the same lines of Harry- Hermione was a girl, actually, shooting straight into a woman, they should have known she couldn't always just stay Hermione forever; she was going to be someone's girlfriend eventually.


Later that day, in the field by the burrow, the twins, Ron, Harry and Ginny where playing a mock-game of quidditch. Harry loved being back on his firebolt, and although the twins loved to blow things up, he could tell they shared the same passion for flying as he did.

Suddenly a bludger came hurdling out of no where, and Fred, reacting instinctively, took a swing at it, unfortunately, he hadn't the time to aim, and the mysterious bludger headed straight for Ginny, however, she seemed to dodge it with fantastic ease. Then, just as suddenly as it has appeared, the bludger was gone. "Where did that bloody thing come from?" a shaken Ron asked. "Probably from another quiddich game a distance away" said George with a shrug? Harry heard this, but was too bust to comment, because he was still staring at Ginny with amazement. "Ginny!" Harry exclaimed, "When did you become such a good flyer?" Ginny blushed and said she had been practicing, and that she hoped to take Alicia spinets spot as chaser, scence Alicia had graduated the previous year. "That's great Gin! you'll do great, and scence Ron's a shoe in for the opening keeper

position, the Gryffindor team will be overrun by the weaslys!" After laughing for a moment, with a picture of a whole team of red-heads floating in their minds, Fred finally yawned, and George said "Well, I think its time we head back, I'm beat."  And they all shrugged off the bludger as if it were an every day occurance, although, in the wizarding world, it probably was.