Hermione is a What?


Muggle high school. What was worse? Death...maybe. That might only be if it was slow and torturous though...just like high school. Hermione didn't get it! Why have so many mentally deranged, hormonal teenagers running around? In one area? What was wrong with these muggles? They had Hogwarts. Hogwarts had at least some air to breathe! (Not that she needed it anymore!)

They were getting ready for school. She didn't mind. Getting ready, that is. She hated the idea of going to high school. Everyone would stare at her eyes. The guys had been very understanding of her lie. She simply said it must have been an effect from having no bloodlust. They didn't mind. Her excuse was good enough for them, even if she felt guilty about lying.

After she finished getting ready, she went downstairs to find all of the guys there. Their eyes were different. It must be the contacts. They didn't want some freak asking why they all had the same color eyes. Blaise's were a deep blue, Fred and George's were green, and Draco's were a light silver.

"We ready?" She asked them. They looked up and nodded. "Oh, and I have to tell you. I want to be invisible this year. Normal." They all complied, assuming it was the vampire thing. She didn't have the choice as a few of them did. She was the only girl...she was alone. Just like Hogwarts.

They took Draco's car. It was a black Lamborghini Diablo. Apparently wizarding money went far in the muggle world. Hermione was going to walk, but the guys insisted on driving her. It didn't take too long to get there. Draco liked speeding. They all found their way to the office, and after a minute, they separated with their schedules in hand.

Hermione didn't like the idea of being a new kid, so she went to her first class early and introduced herself to the teacher, explaining how she had Enochlophobia, a large fear of crowds. The teacher nodded and told "Ella" she could do her presentations in private and she was allowed to eat lunch in her room if she wanted. She even said she could pick her own seat.

Hermione liked this teacher. She was very kind and caring. She was slim and had blonde hair to her shoulders. She had beautiful hazel eyes and was just like Madam Pomfrey. Mrs. Williams...History...I'll have to remember that. Hermione chose a seat in the back corner. She watched the students filter in and waited until the teacher called role before looking around, coincidentally skipping over Ella Burk.

Hermione took time to study the students. A girl with long black hair in a ponytail was sitting with a blond guy named Ben, according to his notebook. Another girl was sitting by the girl with black hair, talking to her. Hermione was sitting far away, but she could hear all of the words spread about the room. She focused on the girl with brown hair.

"Can you believe they are together? Ever since he came back, she has been such a priss! We were talking and she went on and on about him! Seriously! Aren't I supposed to be the talkative one? It's annoying! She's started more gossip than I do in a week. Something is different. It's like she thinks she is better than everyone! I liked her when she was the quiet nobody."

Hermione frowned. Two more kids came to sit with them. The new blond spoke up, "Hey guys! What's up?"

"Nothing." The girl who answered was the original black haired girl from before. She had kept quiet during the entire ranting of some poor girl. She must have been her friend.

The guy with black hair spoke after her, "Have you seen the new kids? They are pretty cool. I've spoken to all of them. They're all guys. Apparently, a couple of them are related. They were at an orphanage and ran away two years ago. They didn't say why. A set of twins and some other brothers. You've got to meet them. They're British!"

Hermione relaxed. She liked the fact that her "brothers" hadn't mentioned her. At least now she knew the story. An orphanage. It would also explain why they didn't have parents.

Hermione walked out of class after all the other students and slipped a note to her next teacher explaining about her "fear" and the deal she had with her history teacher. The teacher nodded to her and smiled slightly. Concerned and sweet. She decided she liked this teacher too.


The next teacher she didn't like so much. She was too concerned. Hermione told her why her eyes were red, explaining they were red all the time. There was no way to stop the teacher from sending her to the nurse unless she wanted to cause a scene, though, so she grabbed the pass and ran out with her stuff, not planning on going back in.

"Stupid teacher...stupid eyes...stupid...allergies." She muttered down the hall, waiting until the nurse left her office before entering. She looked around, grabbed a note with the nurse's signature, and walked out without being seen. After all, she was "invisible". At least, she thought this was so until she sat down. She began copying the signature slowly, but a booming laugh made her look up.

She looked up. There stood a tall, muscled guy with dark brown hair. She bit her lip. Don't be a hall monitor...Don't be a hall monitor... "You forge a lot better than I do," he said, admiring her work. "The name is Emmett. You?"

"-are going to be late to class," she retorted smartly.

"Hey! You're British!"

"No. I'm Chinese." She said, sarcastically.

"Ooh. Snappy." He snatched the nurse's pass. "Ella Burk. Allergies?" He looked at her with a raised brow before he made eye contact, nodding to himself.

"Hey! My eyes always look like this, so don't get assumptions! I have allergies 24/7!" She snatched the note back, ignoring his surprised face. She grabbed her bag and sped off, human speed, heading to the exit sign. When she looked, he was right behind her. She looked in his eyes and felt them widen. His were yellow...gold...a color that was reserved for vampires.

She quickly removed her gaze. She needed to test him so she asked, "Do you know what time it is?"

"Five til noon," He answered with no hesitation.

He's a vampire! She confirmed. They have a clock in their heads... She walked out of the building, him trailing behind.

"So much for going back to class."

"I'm taking the long way."

The bell rang. "It's lunchtime. No need. I'm going to the cafeteria. You walking in my direction?" She shook her head and walked away.

Hermione put on her hood and walked the long way to the cafeteria. She didn't have any trouble spotting her "brothers". You just had to look in the same direction every girl was looking. So much for being invisible. She gathered her hair and pulled it into a ponytail before she walked inside. She heard a few whispered questions. She walked right up to the boys' table and tapped Blaise on the shoulder.

He looked up and a confused expression settled on his face as he whispered, "What ya doing here Ella?" He spoke quickly and quietly, just fast and low enough for Hermione to be certain that no one else would catch the conversation.

"Come with me. All of you." She had barely said the words when they all stood up and walked out the door with her, leaving behind their filled trays. Not one of them noticed the five pairs of golden eyes studying them and another pair burning with emotion. The bodies belonging to the eyes also stood when they thought the coast was clear and followed the newcomers out.


"Vampire." Hermione said as soon as they were out of hearing range and still walking.

"Vampire?" Blaise repeated.

"I know you are, but what am I?" Fred smirked at the Italian.

"Not you! Emmett! I was talking to him! He is a vampire. No doubt," Hermione said this firmly.

"Who is Emmett?"

"That big guy? How do you know?" George frowned.

"His eyes. They're yellow-gold."

Draco nodded. "Are we going to tell him we know he's a vampire?"

"How exactly do you know?"

"Aizsargatu mus," Hermione whispered in Latvian, not loud enough for anyone else to hear. She grabbed onto Fred and George's hands as she said it. They were like close brothers. Those trips to the burrow were only bright because they made her happy after Ron had upset her, and now they were the closest things she had at the moment.

They turned around to see five golden eyes and a pair of chestnut brown. They all looked confused. Hermione bit her lip.

Fred noticed this and squeezed her hand. He smiled. "What is this? Middle school? You going to circle around and fight with us? We-"

"-don't want any trouble! We just want some answers." The twins both put their hands out for a handshake at the same time.

Hermione giggled. Emmett looked at their hands, and then he stepped forward and took one. "Jack?" He guessed.

"It's actually Jake." Hermione answered for him. He looked at her and cracked a smile. "It looks like you guys have your own personal Bella." He laughed, but they frowned.

"My name is Ella."

"Too freaky," the blonde girl muttered. She was pretty...if you squinted. Otherwise she looked plain mean. Hermione took a deep, unnecessary breath and walked over to her.

She held out a hand, "Ella. Nice to meet you. No matter how mean you may look. Please don't kill me." Emmett burst out laughing along with the rest of the guys. Even the pixie-looking girl was giggling slightly. However, the vampires had no idea that Hermione was playing human.

The blonde eyed her before shaking her hand. She tried making it firm, but Hermione had newborn blood and only pretended to flinch slightly. Instead, she smiled at the blonde who said, "Rosalie."

Hermione turned her back on them-with caution-and walked back to the pixie-looking female. She held out her hand and said, "You may look like a pixie, but I bet you're stronger than your boyfriend."

"Alice." The pixie smiled.


Aizsargatu mus means 'protect us' in Latvian.