* Hermione's POV *

30 minutes later

I observe Angela, taking mental notes on her condition. I stand up and look at the group.

"I know the potion she needs," I say, "but I don't have one of the ingredients that it requires.

"What's the ingredient?" Harry asks.

"Blood of the Salem witch," I answer. The guy called Damon looks at me.

"I know where to find one," he says. "Wait here." Soon, as if he Apparated, he vanishes.

"What the—" I start to exclaim.

"Vampire," Clare states.

"Interesting," I say. After a few seconds, Damon reappears with the girl called Bonnie.

"DAMON, WHAT THE FUCK!" Bonnie screams. He just points to Angela.

"What happened?" she asks. I hold my hand to her.

"My name is Hermione," I say.

"Yeah I remember," she replies, shaking my hand. "I'm Bonnie."

"She's been knocked unconscious," I tell her.

"Thanks to my sister," Damon mutters quite loudly. Mari slaps him.

"Anyway, she needs the blood of a Salem witch," I tell her. "Which means you."

* Clare's POV *

As I'm standing next to Mari, who is still looking like someone just killed her puppy, the front door opens and Jeremy walks in. My attention snaps to Mari as she snaps, "I do not have anger issues!" Everyone laughs and snickers.

"Right and I am a pocket poodle," Damon snaps. We all calm down. Bonnie finally (after a few persuasive words from Damon and a glare from me) lets Angela have some blood.

After trying to get everyone away from Angela (mostly Damon), Stefan and I drag everyone into the kitchen and pas out drinks and we all sit down.

Okay for the last five minutes, I've been staring at Draco from across the table. I've been trying to remember if I know him from before Angela or not. His pale face, fair hair, and his close age range to me seemed so familiar. But I can't put my finger on it. I'm about to open my mouth to ask him if we had met before when he looks at me and motions with his eyes to meet him in the hall. I roll my eyes and nod.

"I have to use the bathroom," I say, standing up and walking into the hall.

After about ten minutes of waiting, the guy finally shows up.

"Alright what do you want?" I ask annoyed.

"Why were you staring at me?" he rebuts.

"Because have you ever looked at some one and think 'hey, I think I know that person,' but you're not entirely sure?" I ask.

"Um…yeah I guess," he says, sounding confused. I let out a breath.

Just as I'm walking away, I feel a pain in my waist as he pulls me back and slams me back up against the wall.

"What do you want now?" I spit out at him. He pulls out a wand, and holds it up to my throat.

"For you to be tongue-tied."

* Draco's POV *

As I am about to say the tongue-tie curse, she disappears, only to reappear behind me. Now I'm the one being pushed up against the wall with my back to Clare.

"You should really watch out for who you want as an enemy," her voice utters, her tone venomous in my ear. Before my brain can register, I spin around to curse her, but nothing is behind me.

Down the hall, a black cat is sitting, flicking its tail back and forth. Instead of going to investigate the cat, I walk back into the kitchen. Mystic Falls is one strange place.

* Clare's POV *

Some people are just idiots, I think to myself as I watch Draco walk back into the kitchen. I trot in after him, still in my cat form, and jump into Mari's lap.

"Oh! Since when do we have a cat?" she says in surprise.

"Mari, what have you been drinking?" Damon says, rolling his eyes. "We don't have a cat."

"I haven't been drinking anything out of the ordinary, and yes we do have a cat!" she says, picking me up and practically throwing me at Damon. Damn it Mari stop woman-handling me!