Hermione Granger; A Vampire Chapter 10

Hey everyone! In this chapter I reveal the past of Katherine. For those who recognise it, I took the past of Katherine Pierce from the Vampire diaries. I didn't make her past up or create Stefan and Katherine as my own characters.

As Katherine walked away, Hermione made her way back to the dormitory's. Thankfully it was empty, so she took her favourite chair by the fire and opened up her potion book and began to read from chapter 1. Nothing like a bit of revision to open up ones mind, she thought.

She didn't keep track of the time, and before she knew it, the portrait hole opened up, and in came Harry, Neville, Ron and Ginny, back from class.

"Hey Hermione, where did you go? Are you okay?" Ginny ran to her and put her hand on her arm and gave it a friendly squeeze.

Hermione smiled back at her friend. "Ginny, I'm fine! I mean…I managed to control it! I didn't feed!" She couldn't help herself. She'd done it! She had resisted.

"Good for your Hermione!" Ron sat next down in the chair opposite her and smiled at her warmly. She smiled, back her heart fluttering.

"Mcgonagall was so worried, she forgot to give us homework! We owe you one."

Hermione laughed. It felt good to just be with her friends. She chatted with Neville about Herbology, to Harry and Ron about Quidditch (or she tried to) and to Ginny about boys.

"I've actually got my eye on Mclaggen…" Ginny giggled.

"Mclaggen!" Hermione gasped. Mclaggen was the extremely handsome, vain, and snobbish 7th year who played Quidditch.

"What about Mclaggen?" Ron butted in.

"Nothing!" Hermione and Ginny said together, and collapsed into giggles.

Hermione almost forgot all about meeting Katherine until dinner. She was taking sips of blood from her bottle and eating a plate of roast dinner, her favourite.

"Guys, I'm going to the library for…some last minute er- studying." She hoped her fiends hadn't noticed her hesitation, but they seemed to absorbed in watching Parvati peering at her boobs, under her shirt, laughing their heads off. Ginny had tears running down her cheeks.

"…okay…bye then" she rushed of before they noticed her absence.

Thankfully on the way she didn't run into Peeves the poltergeist. She last saw him, trying to unscrew the chandelier in the main corridor.

Once she arrived, she scanned the room for Katherine. Not seeing her anywhere, she decided to do a bit of light reading, and went over the the section shelving books of famous witches and wizards. She was just reading "A wonderful life, of a famous witch" when there was a quick tap on her shoulder. She spun around quickly and recognised the blond almost white hair that belonged to Draco Malfoy.

"Ugh, what're you doing her? Coming to bleed some more, try to make me loose control?" She said sarcastically.

"No, I'm just here to say sorry, but I had to do it…it was a dare, and I've never refused a dare before." Malfoy said sheepishly.

"Let me guess…Zabini dared you too." She said remembering Blaise's smirk as Hermione almost lost control.

"Yeah."

"Well you shouldn't accept dares like that. I could've killed you"

"I don't think so…Mcgonagall was there, the most you could've done was hold me in headlock before Mcgonagall hexed you."

Hermione frowned. "Well, if she wasn't there I could've and I probably would've"

"Mmm, well yeah I guess so." Malfoy put his hands in his pocket and scraped his shoe against the carpet.

"Why are you here?" Hermione asked him. She was always here, but she never really saw Malfoy here.

"Studying for exams…"

"Oh okay."

"You?"

"Meeting someone…"

Malfoy's head snapped up. "What- that vampire girl?"

"If by vampire girl you mean Katherine then yes."

"Katherine…I didn't know her name."

"Well, you do now." Katherine stood behind Malfoy, one hand on her hip, her head slightly to one side, a smirk painted on her face.

Malfoy nearly jumped out of his skin. His cheeks flushed and he mumbled something about getting back to study. "See you then Granger."

When he was out of earshot, Katherine whispered to her; "Is that your sweetheart?"

"My sweetheart- no! No, no, no, we HATE each other, always have, always will, he was just apologising for earlier." It was Hermione's turn to blush.

"Is that so…?" Katherine smirked even more. "Now, the reason I've requested we meet here, as I told you earlier, I wish to inform you about my past…Why don't we sit somewhere…more comfortable?"

She sashayed away, and sat down at one of the old wooden tables in the corner, out of earshot, from the other students.

Hermione stayed where she was, her suspicion rising. Why would Katherine want to tell her about her past? She wasn't really best friend material, and anyway, she had Ginny, Harry, Ron, Neville and Luna for that.

Katherine motioned with her hand impatiently for her to come over. Reluctantly Hermione went over to the table and stood behind the chair opposite Katherine.

"Sit down." Katherine snapped. Katherine had said she wanted to be her friend, yet here she was snapping at Hermione, ready to bite her head off.

Hermione sighed and plopped down on the hard wooden chair.

"…so…you wanted to tell me about your past..?" Hermione started uncertainly.

Katherine stayed silent, and rocked on her chair, smirking. Well if she was just going to sit there smirking like the bloody smily cat from alice in wonderland, then why should Hermione bother when she could be doing something…useful?

"I was born June 5th….1473." Katherine paused waiting for Hermione to react. Inside Hermione's heart was thudding and she thought 1473 again and again in her head. Holy Crapsticks! Katherine was OVER 500 years old! She wanted to jump on her chair and scream 1473! but she didn't want to give Katherine the satisfaction of letting her know how shocked she was, not that she didn't know already.

Katherine smirked and carried on. "I was born into a wealthy Bulgarian family. Yes I'm Bulgarian. My Bulgarian name is Katerina Petrova, my English name is…Katherine Pierce. I grew up there but at the age of seventeen, I had a child out of wedlock. I bought shame on my family. After I'd given birth, my baby was taken from me…and I was banished to England. I grew quickly adjusted and learned the language fast. In 1492 at the age of nineteen, I met a man named Trevor. He was inlove with me, though I didn't love him. One night he took me to a social gathering, and there I met, Lord Elijah and his brother Lord Niklaus. I was attracted to Niklaus, and I thought what we had was love, but then I found out he was to use me, to break a curse that was put on him…the sun and the moon curse. You see…Niklaus is half werewolf, half vampire. If he broke this curse, he would be able to be a true Hybrid." She paused at the look on Hermione's face.

"What is it?"

"You said Niklaus…IS…does that mean he is still alive to?" Hermione shivered though it wasn't at all cold in the library.

"Niklaus, is over one thousand years old…and yes, he is still out there."

"When I found out, I fled, for in order to break the curse, I must be sacrificed as I was the Petrova Doppelgänger. I escaped with the help of Trevor, who led my pursuers ashtray. He sent me to his friend, a woman named Rose. When I arrived at her home, she didn't help me. She was going to take me back to Niklaus, for she feared if he found me with her. I was scared, and I knew about the vampires. I knew that I would be no use to Niklaus if I was a vampire, so I stabbed myself, so Rose would heal me with her blood. After she did so…I hung myself."

Hermione gasped. She stabbed herself…AND hung herself? She felt sick.

"When I awoke, I fed on the housekeeper completing the transition. Rose attempted to kill me with a wooden stake, but I used the housekeeper as a shield which resulted in her death. I then fled. When I returned to Bulgaria three months later, my whole family were slaughtered by Niklaus himself, as punishment for turning. You see, a Petrova doppelgänger appears very rarely. The previous doppelgängers are Amara, who appeared over two thousand years ago. Tatia who in fact knew Lord Elijah and Niklaus. She died although I'm not sure how. I'm next. The new Petrova Doppelgänger should appear very soon.

I kept a low profile, over the next few centuries. In 1864, I arrived in Mystic Falls, Virginia, where I met my mate Stefan and his Brother Damon Salvator. I was given a place to stay, as I told the founders of the town, that my parents had died in a fire and I was left homeless. Not long after I met Stefan, I feel inlove with him. I told him my secret, and he begged me to turn him. I was going to, but then the founders of the town became aware of vampires for there were lots of them roaming the streets of Mystic Falls. There were too many bodies drained of blood with bite marks on their necks, and so people got suspicious. The founders formed a secret council, and they covered the deaths with the lie of animal attacks. I was found out along with many other vampires. The founders rounded us up and took us to the church to be burned. But I was friends with a powerful witch, Emily Bennett. She was in my debt as I saved her life a while before. She told me about a tomb under the church. She sealed me in there with the other vampires with a spell and I was tapped there for one hundred and forty years. She told me that on the night of the comet, The spell would break.

A few hours before my capture, I knew something was going to happen, so I fed Stefan my blood. When I was taken, he attempted to rescue me, but failed. He was shot by his own father, for siding with the vampires. In his fathers eyes, he was siding with demons. Because he was killed with vampire blood in his system, He turned. He completed the transition, and Emily told him what she had done. Stefan waited for me for one hundred and forty years."

Katherine seemed to have forgotten Hermione was there. She was speaking quietly, but Hermione's vampire hearing ability, allowed her to hear everything without having to strain.

"How come you didn't die though? I mean, I doubt there was blood for you to feed on for those one hundred and forty years."

Katherine looked down at her hands. "Vampires don't die if they don't feed. They desiccate. Slowly the become weaker and weaker. Their veins rub together like sandpaper and eventually they desiccate and lay there, aware of everything, but too weak…too stiff to move."

"…And what happened…to your baby? Did you ever find your child?" Hermione felt sorry for Katherine. She turned by force. To stay alive and had lost everything in the process.

"Yes I found my child. It was a girl. Her name was Nadia. She was given to another family who bought her up as their own…She died of old age."

"So you only recently got out of the tomb? That's why you talk as though from another time? You were shut in a tomb for one hundred and forty years."

Katherine nodded slowly. A single tear trickled down her cheek.