Disclaimer: I sadly do not own either Harry Potter, or Twilight. I'm not even sure if I own the idea to cross the two. The wonderful world of Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy belong to the glorious JK Rowling, and Bella Swan and Edward Anthony Mason Cullen belong to the magnificent Stephanie Meyer.
I'll never know how it came to be. How I, Hermione Jane Granger, fell in love with a vampire. Although I guess the fact that he is a vampire would explain a lot. How was I to know he was cruel for my own protection, as well as that of my friends? How was I to know how difficult it was and is for him to just be near me? How was I to know there was a logical explanation for it all? But I do suppose I'm getting just a little bit ahead of myself. I shall go back to the beginning of this story- to the start of my 7th year.
That was the year I was transferred to Beauxbatons to escape Voldemort. It was sort of a witness protection program I guess. I never told Harry, Ron, or anyone. My parents wanted me as far away from England as possible, and so I wrote to Madame Maxime, requesting to be admitted into her school of Magic. She agreed, and I was to meet my mentor somewhere in Paris, she would contact me with the exact information later. And so I was off to France to meet someone and take the equivalent of the Hogwarts Express to the school. I ended up alone, with a rather large trunk and several bags beside—I couldn't bear to leave my books at home, so I took the whole collection with me—inside the Arc de Triumph.
Inside I say a young woman eyeing me curiously, and I wondered if she was the one I was to meet. She was donning Muggle attire, and looked a bit too Hollywood French if you know what I mean—black capris, a neck scarf, and a black beret—the whole shebang. I approached cautiously, lest this not be the person I was waiting for.
"The Bouillabaisse is quite good," I spoke the pass code while looking for some sign of recognition on her face. I didn't have to wait long before she burst out laughing.
"Ah Hermione! I'm Sophia Lianne Carmichael, but everyone calls me Soph. I already know you are Hermione Jane Granger. I'm in you class at Beauxbatons, and guess what? I'm not French either! I know we will just get along great and be best friends!" she babbled without pausing for breath, "We are just waiting for one other transfer, and then we will be going to the—Oh! I'll bet that's him! Hush now! He must approach us first!"
It was quite clear to Hermione that it wasn't she who needed to hush. She opened her mouth to say so, but closed it when she realized the teen approaching was one she recognized. He was pale, far paler than any human she had ever seen, and his blonde hair looked almost white. His eyes were less grey than black—hard, cold, almost hungry looking. His hard muscles were evident even under his tight slate turtleneck and brown leather jacket. For one who despised Muggles so much, their clothing certainly did Draco Malfoy justice.
A/N: Cliffy eh? I would like a minimum of 5 reviews before I update again, because I want to know if readers are into this kind of fic. If I don't get any reviews, I'll abandon it and assume y'all don't like it. First reviewer gets a hug!!