Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or The Southern Vampires series/True Blood. If I did, I would be rich and famous, but alas, I am not. No profit is being made, this is just for fun.
AN: This idea came to me, and it was too perfect not to do…so I hope you all enjoy! This story will loosly follow the story line of True Blood, with some changes and original additions, all characters replaced with those from Harry Potter and Twilight. Enjoy!
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It was Hot. And not a dry heat either; the kind of heat that makes your clothes stick to your skin, and your hair frizz. Hermione hated this weather. She sat by the air conditioner, fanning herself with the novel she had been reading when she looked down at her watch and sighed; she had to start getting ready for work, or she would be late. She stood from her seat, and jogged up the stairs to take a quick shower hoping it would help cool her down before she got dressed for work. The cold water felt amazing against her heated skin, and she smoothed her hands through her hair before she turned off the water and stepped out, wrapping herself in a towel. Her bedroom was small, but she didn't mind, since she spent the majority of her time in the living room reading anyway. The house belongs to her grandmother, Effy, who Hermione lives with, and though her twin brother Harry no longer lives there, he still comes by quite often.
She looked in the mirror as she slipped on the impossibly short black shorts, and tied the small green apron around her waist. The fitted white tee shirt she wore had the Diner's logo over her right breast; Black's Diner. Hermione had gotten the job at Black's right out of high school so that she could save money for college. Harry had taken a job working construction for the town of Bon Temps along with his best friend Dean Thomas.
"Gran, I'm leaving for work, don't wait up." Hermione called as she walked through the kitchen and out the back door to her car.
Her car was old, but it was all she could afford, and since it got her back and forth to work, she didn't dwell on it. She pulled into her usual parking space behind the diner and went in through the back employee entrance
"You're looking particularly edible this evening Hermione, trying to score bigger tips?" Draco said to her as she walked past him rolling her eyes. She had known Draco since they were nine; he and his cousin Luna, who she had become quite close with, had met one afternoon at a church picnic. She had never met Draco's parents, only his uncle, Luna's father Xenophilius. She had long suspected that Draco's parent's, the Malfoy's, had disowned him due to the fact that he was gay, though Draco never talked about it, and she never asked. Luna's father was an alcoholic, and so ever since that church picnic, Draco and Luna began spending quite a bit of time at the Potter's to avoid him when he was on one of his binges.
"Where's Sirius?" Hermione asked Luna as she saw her best friend behind the bar.
"He's in his office, I expect." Luna sighed she swept her long blond hair over her shoulder filling another draught beer for another customer.
Hermione nodded, picking up an order pad and a pen and shoving them in her apron as she walked into the office.
Sirius was sat at his desk wearing a pair of faded jeans and a white button down shirt that was left untucked and rolled up at the elbows. His hair was kept long, to his chin, and wavy, and he sported a goatee. Hermione had always thought he was very good looking, though he was easily fifteen years older than she was.
"You're not going to make Luna tend the bar all night, are you?" she asked giving him a half smile when he looked up at her from his ledger.
He smirked, leaning back in his chair as he let his eyes roam over her before he stood and said, "Heavens, no. She can't mix drinks to save her life." He chuckled.
"Beer she can handle, but the last time someone ordered a margarita, it tasted like someone pissed into a cup." Hermione said making a face and chuckling in agreement.
"Say Hermione, you haven't watched the news at all today, have you?" Sirius asked stopping her before she could walk back into the dining room.
"No, why?" She asked looking at him questioningly.
"Well, I wanted to talk to you about something, since you'll be doing the ordering for me later, you would be wondering…"He said awkwardly as he rubbed his hand over his neck.
"Sirius, just tell me." Hermione said getting impatient.
"Well, I know this is going to sound crazy, but you'll see it on the news, and I'm sure people will be talking about it-" He began before she cut him off again
"Are you going to tell me?" Hermione said in that bossy tone she used on him that drove him nuts, as she placed her hand on her hip.
"Apparently, Vampires exist, and they've decided to announce their presence to the world on the national news. Supposedly, some biochemist in London created a synthetic blood that that can sustain them in place of drinking human blood. It's already being marketed all over the world, and it's called 'Elixir of Life'. I've put a few cases on the order form, just in case." Sirius said looking at her expectantly.
"Vampires." Hermione repeated flatly.
"Yes. Vampires." Sirius confirmed
Hermione burst out laughing, clutching her stomach and wiping a tear from her eye.
"Very funny, Sirius. If you really think I'm that gullible-" she began
"It's not a joke, Hermione. The tv is on in the bar, go see for yourself. I just wanted to make sure you knew…apparently there is quite a large population of them living in Shreveport, and that is only an hour away." Sirius explained.
Hermione's eyes widened. How the hell was this possible? Hermione was a rational, logical person, and this just didn't make sense. Maybe the news stations were pulling a joke? She walked into the bar, and looked at the tv along with several others who were all just as stunned as she was. She watched as the news anchor announced a special guest; a man who appeared very distinguished with long brown hair smooth pale skin, and red eyes took a seat beside him. He introduced himself as Aro, and gave a brief history on the existence of vampires, and the reason why they have chosen to remain in the shadows up until now. He talked about the breakthrough made by the Biochemist, a Professor Severus Snape, who had created the synthetic blood drink and patented it for sale around the world. The vampries had coordinated their announcement with the official launch of the beverage, Elixir of Life.
When the broadcast was finished, she made her way over to Luna who was still behind the bar.
"I can't believe it." Hermione said not needing to elaborate on what she was talking about.
"I can, I've always believed in those sorts of things. Ghosts, witches, Goblins, werewolves…I bet their all out there somewhere. Maybe now that the Vampires have shown themselves, they'll come out too." Luna said absently as Sirius grabbed the drink she was attempting to make for one of the customers out of her hands before she could serve it, and Hermione chuckled as she saw him pour it down the sink and make the drink himself.
"I wonder if we'll ever get any in here?" Hermione wondered aloud. Her curious nature hoped that they would, she would be so interested in talking to one; she could only imagine the stories they could tell her.
"Well, don't look now, but I think one just walked in." Luna said nodding her head toward the pale dark haired man who had just walked in and sat by himself in a booth.
Hermione started at him, as she slowly made her way over to his table. Maybe he was just pale because he wasn't the outdoorsy type? He looked up at her then, and his red eyes locked with hers. Nope, definitely a vampire. Her heart was beating loudly in her chest, and truthfully, it frightened her a bit to think that he could probably hear it.
"Hi…Can I get something for you?" she asked timidly, and pulled her notepad and pen from her apron. Her eyes flicked over to the bar where Sirius and Luna both stood watching her closely.
"Do you have Elixir of life?" he asked, his thick Bulgarian accent accentuating his already deep baritone voice.
"Uh…not yet actually. We have some on order though, not that it will help you right now, I mean…I'm sorry. Is there something else?" She asked nervously, cursing herself for rambling like an idiot.
"No, thank you, Hermoninny." He said quietly looking down at her name tag.
Hermione bit back a smirk, "It's pronounced Her-my-oh-nee, actually."
He smirked back at her, "I apologize, my English is not good."
Hermione blushed waving a hand dismissively. Her eyes roamed over him, appreciatively. He was ruggedly handsome, with dark hair, and full lips.
"It's fine, really. I didn't catch your name." Hermione asked giving him a small smile
"Viktor. Viktor Krum." He said extending his hand to Hermione.
She stared at it for a moment, and then not wanting to be rude, she extended her hand to his and gasped when she felt its coldness.
"I'm sorry, I'm just not used-" she began to explain, blushing furiously
She noticed his eyes flick to her neck as she blushed, and then he cleared his throat and said quietly, "I understand, no offense taken."
"I'm sorry again about not having any Elixir yet, but just let me know if there is anything you need. It was nice to meet you, Viktor." She said smiling, and walked away to check on some of her other customers. At one of her tables sat two people she couldn't stand, the Weasleys. Ron Weasley was the son of a bigoted religious fanatic, and he lived in a trailer with his wife Lavender. Both of them were druggies, and had been arrested several times for various offenses. Hermione wrinkled her nose in disgust when she saw them get up and approach Viktor as soon as she walked away. She had a fleeting thought that she hoped he would eat them, but then berated herself for thinking something so terrible.
Hermione took another order from another of her tables and headed over to Draco to give him the order slip.
"Who's that beefcake over there you were flirting with?" Draco asked grabbing the slip from her and raising a finely arched eyebrow at her.
Hermione snorted, "I wasn't flirting, I was working. And he's a vampire." Hermione said casually as she watched Draco freeze in place.
"What?" he asked leaning over the opening to try to get a good look, running his pale hand through his platinum hair.
"Don't stare. He actually seems really sweet." Hermione said slapping Draco lightly on the arm.
"Sweet? That's a laugh. He drinks blood, Hermione." Draco deadpanned.
He was right, of course, but still, there was something about him. She glanced over towards his table, and his gaze locked onto hers causing her breath to hitch.
"He's staring at you. He looks like he can't make up his mind whether he wants to fuck you or eat you."
Hermione gaped at him, "Draco!"
"What? You were thinking it too, I know you were." He said chuckling.
"Well, if that's true then I'm afraid he will be very disappointed on both counts." Hermione said taking the food he placed on the ledge and striding off to deliver it to her customers.
Cho, one of the other waitresses came over to where she was standing and whispered quietly, "Hey Hermione, I don't suppose you would mind if I left a little early tonight?" she asked.
Cho had been dating, and Hermione used the term loosely, her brother Harry for the last few months. Hermione's eyes flicked over to the pool table along the far wall where Harry and his best friend Dean were playing a game of pool.
"Sure Cho, but you owe me." She said watching as Cho bounded back over to the pool table to hang all over her brother. Hermione loved her brother to death, but he was kind of a man-whore.
Later that night, as the customers began to filter out, Hermione was cleaning up and trying to prep for the next day so that she wouldn't have a lot to do when she came in, when she saw Viktor leaving with the Weasleys. He looked at her briefly and then made his way to the door.
Sirius came up beside her as the door closed, "Looks like we should order a few extra cases of Elixir, especially if this is going to become a regular thing." He said nodding his head towards the door that Viktor had just walked through.
"Yeah I'll get everything ordered tonight before I leave. You don't have to wait for me, I know you're tired, I can lock up." Hermione told him placing a hand on his arm. His eyes flicked to her hand, and then before he could protest, she said, "And don't worry about the vampire. If he is going to eat anyone tonight, It looks like it will probably be the Weasleys" she said laughing. Sirius nodded, chuckling.
"Ok, I trust you." He said and he leaned forward and placed a chaste kiss on her forehead.
She stiffened, and he drew back awkwardly before he gave her a shy smile and then walked out of the back door without a word. Draco had already left with Luna as well.
Hermione sighed, and turned off the tv above the bar, and headed into Sirius' office to do the ordering, which didn't take her long. She then stood, stretching, and shut the lights off, and walked through the back door and locked it before walking towards her car. She stopped in her tracks when she heard a whimper that sounded like a wounded animal. At the far end of the parking lot, there was a pickup truck with its lights turned off, and someone was crouched down in the back of the bed.
It was the Weasley's truck.
Her heart started to pound frantically in her chest. What if Viktor really had eaten them? More out of a sense of duty to help someone who might be injured, she began walking towards the truck, even as part of her screamed that it was a bad idea. Honestly, she had no means of protecting herself, should he decide to attack her too. That was another thing, what would even work on a vampire? She certainly didn't have any garlic or wooden stakes in her purse.
As she moved closer to the truck, she silently pulled out her cell phone and punched in 9-1-1 ready to dial in case something was wrong. She came up behind the truck, and could see that Viktor was lying in the back, with a silver chain draped over him, and he had a needle in his arm, and tubes running from it attached to a bag that was filling with his blood. What the hell? She could hear two people arguing from the cab of the truck, and she realized that Rom and Lavender had somehow restrained him and were hurting him. Viktor's eyes locked onto hers, and he gave her a look that tried to convey that he needed help. She crept up quietly and placed a finger to her lips to signal him to keep quiet, and she quickly lifted the silver chain off of him, noticing his skin appeared blistered where the silver had been touching him, and tossed it on the ground. Before she had time to react, Viktor had launched himself out of the truck bed, violently ripping the needle from his arm, and he ripped the door off of the truck with a snarl. She heard Lavender scream, and before she knew what was happening, Ron had thrown the truck in reverse in his haste to get away from Viktor, and Hermione had no time to jump out of the way. She felt the force of the back of the pickup truck slam into her, knocking her breath from her body throwing her several feet backwards onto the pavement. There was a sickening crunch as he arm was broken by the force of the fall. The truck sped off, and then everything went black.
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Her eyes snapped open, and she felt herself being held in a tight embrace, and she began to panic
"Do not struggle, you are injured." Said a deep voice with the Bulgarian accent by her ear.
"Viktor?" Hermione croaked trying to remember what had happened to her.
"You were hit by truck." He told her
"Did you call 9-1-1?" She asked wondering why she wasn't in as much pain as she assumed she would be after getting hit by a truck.
"I gave you some of my blood. It is faster." He explained.
Now that he mentioned it, Hermione did have a faint metallic taste in her mouth. She shivered at the thought that she had drunk someone else's blood while she was unconscious.
"Will I…you know…" she asked uncertainly, afraid of what he would say.
"Vill you Vhat?" He asked clearly not understanding what she was getting at.
"Will I become…like you?" she asked blushing again.
He laughed, "No, Hermoninny. I only gave enough to heal."
She smirked as he once again completely butchered her name.
"Thank you." She said quietly as she flexed her fingers.
"I should be thanking you." He said as he helped her sit up. She still had a few bruises, but her arm felt ok, and she would never have guessed that she had just been hit by a truck.
She stood, and he held onto her for support.
"You shouldn't drive." He told her looking at how she was still swaying a little bit.
"I need to get home, my Gran will worry." She said
"I'll drive you." He said and helped her walk to her car and then helped her gently into the passenger seat. She handed him her keys, and wondered for a moment why she trusted him after only knowing him for a few hours, clearly knowing what he was. He had saved her life though, and at the moment, she didn't appear to have much choice.
"I live down by the old cemetery. The large white house at the end of the road." She offered.
He looked at her and gave her a sexy grin, "Then ve must be neighbors. I purchased house across the cemetery."
Her brows rose practically to her hairline. He was living in Bon Temps? Interesting.
"I thought most of your kind lived in Shreveport?" she asked, not wanting to offend, but she was very curious.
"Many do, though I vanted someplace quiet. I'm not overly social, you see." He explained.
Hermione nodded. She could understand that, she herself wasn't overly social either. While most people liked to go out drinking on weekends, she would much prefer to curl up with a good book.
The rest of the ride was silent, and she glanced over at him a few times out of the corner of her eyes. He was focused on the road, so she took the opportunity to study him. He was very attractive, and built like a boxer. She wondered idly if he ever was a boxer before he was turned, since his nose was slightly crooked as if it had once been broken in a fight.
"How old are you?" she blurted out, blushing once again after she had let herself get carried away by her thoughts.
He smiled at her innocent curiosity, "I am three hundred-sixty-seven years old."
Hermione's eyes widened. Holy crap.
"You're like…old enough to be my great, great, great, grandfather." Hermione said laughing nervously looking down at her lap
His eyes flicked to hers raking over her form before he gave her a sexy grin, "Don't remind me, I feel like I'm…how do you say…robbing the cradle, yes?"
She felt warmth spread through her at his words. Was he attracted to her? Did vampires even have sex? Or more importantly, did they have sex with humans?
Before she could think more on it, he pulled up to her house and turned off her car.
She looked up at him nervously again, "Well thank you for healing me, and driving me home. I hope I'll see you around?" she asked giving him a hopeful look.
"I vould like that very much, Hermoninny" he said as he reached up and brushed his cold fingers against her cheek. She smiled shyly and opened her car door, stepping out. He climbed out of her car as well, and held out her keys to her before shoving his hands in his pockets and giving her one last lingering look before he strode off into the darkness of the cemetery.