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A/N: This was supposed to come after 'Fate Is Cruel'.. but. i couldnt wait to load this one.

Hermione

'I'm a witch and I'm heading to a Witch school! This is so exciting!' Hermione was content sitting in her compartment reading "The Rise and fall of the Dark Arts," reading the section on Queen Selena of the Vampires' downfall. She was supposed to have been the most beauteous and most intelligent Queen of all the ages. She had died 11 years ago tragically ending her 676 year reign which in during that time she was the most powerful being in the Wizarding World.

She had been on a high ever since she received that letter informing her that she indeed was no ordinary girl. She was a witch. A magical being. Sure, her parents had been astounded that a magical world existed but got over it pretty quickly after finding out that it wasn't a well organised hoax. They were so happy.

She had just come back from questioning Harry Potter and Ron Weasely about a boy call Neville's toad when she heard some commotion coming from their apartment.

"Oh great, now what are they doing? I can't even read a book in peace!"

Hermione muttered loudly to her self and snapped her book shut, noting the page number. She got up and walked to the compartment next door and was about to open the door when it was opened up before her and 3 boys came storming out. There were 2 huge bodyguards looking sort of boys and a guy in between.

"Why can't you two keep yourself out of food for a few minutes? Is it that hard you idiots?"

"But, the rat-"

"I don't care about the rat. It could have rabies for all I care and –"

The platinum blonde haired boy with the most astonishing grey eyes stopped talking abruptly when he saw Hermione who was standing to the side and his eyes narrowed in confusion.

"Impossible, you can't be."

Hermione just stared at him in confusion as he conferred with his two bodyguard looking friends.

"No Draco that's im-"

"That's what I thought but just look at-"

"As if. It's not possible-"

"I know but what if?"

"There hasn't been one for ages and ages."

"That's the-"

"Werewolf," Hermione just burst out without knowing.

The blonde haired boy turned around quickly to face her.

"I'm sorry, there is no werewolf here. I'm sorry for the stupid muttering before." His voice went cold and he left but not before Hermione saw the hard calculating look set on his face.

At that moment Hermione realised that all those pathetic crushed would always be pathetic crushes. She knew now, this was no ordinary crush.

2nd Year:

"The Chamber of Secrets has been opened. Enemies of the heir, beware."

Everyone stood around the wall in petrified silence as they saw the bloodied notice on the wall confirmed no a hoax by the all still body of Mrs Norris. There wasn't a sound only the faint breathing of the crowd as they tried to interpret the most terrible message. Then someone shouted through the quiet.

"Enemies of the heir beware! You'll be next mud bloods!"

As he said this he immediately regretted it. What he would have given to erase the hurt, the rage and the anger from her beautiful eyes that was threatening to spill unwanted tears. And as she wiped away a tear he had to bite down hard on his lip until he tasted a bit of blood to stop himself from running over and comforting her from the harsh words that he himself had tortured her with, to stop the tears and the pain. And from then, he realised.

'I care for her… why?'

3rd Year:

Hermione got there first – SMACK! She had slapped Draco. He staggered.

'Shit.'

Draco touched his cheek to see a fine droplet of blue blood. HE wiped it away before anyone could see.

'She's not human? Shit.'

Draco knew that no mortal could pierce his skin. And knowing that this had been disproved was not good. To find out Hermione was one of the Immortals, was not good news. Even though Draco himself was mortal, his kind was too powerful to be affected by mortals. But the scarier fact was that, he, Draco Malfoy, Heir to the Throne of the Werewolves was in love, treacherous unpredictable love, although he did not, could not show it. He was not to wield himself, not allowed to make himself vulnerable.

'Well, guess I blew that one.'

He grabbed Goyle and Crabbe and left but not before seeing, once again, the tears ad hurt in Hermione's eyes.

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