Hi! This is my first fanfiction on this website, and i hope you like it. This is the first Luke/Hermione pairing I've heard of and i'm very excited to be writing it. Um, try not to be annoyed if i don't upload that often. My computer broke and i have to use my mother's and my grandmother's. Or one after school in the library one or two hours every day. But, alas, school's almost over.

Please try not to point out grammatical errors(unless you can't stand it) and please know that i only capitalize letters when i use Microsoft Word.

thank you

Arie


Chapter One

Hermione's Point of view

I groaned as I awoke to the sound of my doorbell ringing—ugh! When I saw my clock, I was appalled—it was three AM. Who could possibly be at my house at this ungodly hour?

I wrinkled my nose as I saw Kingsley peeking at my though the peephole in my door. Nonetheless, I opened it. "What now?"

"Can I come inside?" Sweat shadowed his upper lip and brow as he spoke, his hand clenched around a thick manila envelope.

"No. Just give me the damned assignment." What? He's at my house at three in the morning for work. What would you do?

"Miss Granger, this is your first field assignment—your mission A. It's also your first mission out of the country." My eyes widened.

"Where?"

"Can I come inside?"

I sighed as I opened the door to accommodate his large frame. "Bitch."


10 hours later

I sighed as I boarded my plane to Louisiana—Shreveport to be exact. Planes were a little scary for me. Actually, anything that involved flying and I made me want to spill my guts. My stomach lurched as I felt the plane start rolling down the bumpy road. Oh God!


8 hours later (idk how long it really takes to fly from London to Shreveport)

The flight took seven and a half hours to fly from London to Shreveport, and then another half hour to drive through Bon Temps to Steve Newlin's house.

It was right before I knocked that I realized how strange I looked. And then the idea struck me. I jogged to the side of the house and mussed up my hair. Then I banished my luggage and my jeans, and covered myself in dirt and mud. It took the longest amount of time to make deep scratches in my arms and legs, and then my face. It fucking hurt.

And then I had to do something that hurt more. I created a vampire bite on my neck—two deep holes in the side of my neck.

Fake tears weren't necessary as I pounded on the door, screaming "Help! Help!"

And then she answered. Sarah Newlin. I collapsed at her feet, sobbing. "Oh my god, please help me!" I looked over my shoulder. "He's coming, he's coming. He's after me!"

"Oh my!" I heard her gasp. "Steve! Steve, I need some help! There's been a vampire attack."


Yes, I know, it's a short chapter, and it's not finished. I need to give it back to my mother. :(

Arie