Each day, whenever she had even ten minutes of free time, Hermione was in her room reading about vampires and sorceresses. Many of the things she found, she had already known. But one night she was sitting opposite me on the common room couch when she read something very interesting.

"She lied to me." Hermione murmmered softly. I don't think she thought I had heard but I did.

"Lied to you?" I said equally as soft looking up from my book. It was common for us to be found just sitting in silence reading. Each wanting to be in each others comfortable presence. Hermione looked up from her book on vampires and into my eyes. I remember when I used to look into her eyes and see them dark near black out of anger. But now I see red tints and warmth.

Did that kiss mean as much to her as it did me?

"Swell said that I was completely immortal. She said that she was so I would be too." At this Hermione looked down to her book again. I moved closer to her to look at what was making her so emotional. The page was titled Vampire Weaknesses. Down below was listed many common ways to kill a vampire. All the way at the bottom in a smaller print it read: Vampire hybrids are known for being resistant to many of these weaknesses. But each hybrid has been found to have at least one ultimate frailty, fire.

"Just because you have one weakness doesn't mean much. You're still very powerful. Your not 18 yet and you have already trained some of your sorceress skills." I said trying to be reassuring, but I knew what she was thinking.

If she fudged the facts to this, she might have done it referring to other things as well.

"I'll help you." I said as she leaned into me. The past few minutes we had been sitting so near each other that our legs were touching. She put her head on my shoulder and sighed.

"Sometimes I wish this would all just go away. So that I could be just the regular ol' mudblood that I was." She said this not in a harsh tone, but it surprised me that she had referred to herself as a mudblood, even if now it was not the case.

"Don't say that. You were always special, always a great witch. It's just that now you're something more." I didn't realize until now how much I had changed. Everything in my life changed as Hermione's did. I lost my father, she lost the only thing she knew, her muggle parents. She found love in long lost relatives, I found that my mother was a caring, sensitive woman. I wondered for a moment what would have happened if my father hadn't been killed.

You would be a death-eater right now. My hand might have killed Hermione by Voldemort's order. And he would lead me into a battle that I should hope we would lose so good can once again reign, as it should be. Thinking in this morbid tone, I reached my arm that had found it's way around Hermione's shoulders, up and I petted her now short hair and caressed her soft neck.

"I never knew you could be so gentle." She whispered to me with her eyes closed.

"Neither did I." I whispered back and let my eyes drift closed along with her.