Author: Sylverfall
Rating:
Warnings: Violence (in later chapters) some songs, and New characters.
Pairing: RW x HG, DM x HG
Disclaimers: All Harry Potter characters belong to J.K. Rowling. Jaguar and all other vampires (Excluding Eros, Chaos and Strife) belong to Amelia Atwater-Rhodes. I'm poor and gaining no profit from this, so please, don't sue.
NOTE: Eros and Chaos will be introduced in this chapter. Also, Calthina will be mentioned in this chapter, for those who read Gunning Down Romance.
When Hermione finally got back to her room, there wasn't very much time left to unpack her stuff, and there was one of her new roommates waiting for her.
"So, you're new. Although I know better than all those other girls, to think that you were one of Draco's old flings." Hermione just stared for a few seconds.
"By the way, my name is Calthina." She stuck her hand out to her, and she took it.
"I'm Phoebe."
"I know. You'll need help unpacking all that stuff if you plan to get to class on time. I got your schedule, and you have potions next. I'm in that class too."
"Oh. Okay." They unpacked her things in silence, and then they headed to class together.
Calthina turned out to be Draco's younger sister, but few people new that.
"That's because most of the time I take up my mom's maiden name, and besides, most people here don't know about color change draught. So they all assume I'm some distant cousin."
"Well, at least you had a chance to grow up in the wizarding community. I had to live in a muggle orphanage. I loathed every second of it. I knew I was a cut above that, but I couldn't get out until I was adopted. Even then it was nauseating; I got adopted by muggles that are from the Americas."
"Where's that?"
"You've heard the muggle born's talk about New York City, right?"
"Yeah. It sounds tolerable."
"It's over in the U.S. They're from there. California. How shoddy can you get?" Calthina just nodded.
"You should meet the rest of my family. You're not going to Hogsmead this weekend, are you?"
"Are you stupid? No bloody way in hell am I going to go to such a filthy place."
"How do you feel about going to my place then?"
"That sounds splendid."
"So. how did you get placed in fifth year, if this was you're first time being in the wizard community?"
"Oh, Professor Snape is going to be giving me some extra classes. Besides, I learned a little bit of stuff in muggle schools. They had Latin there, and it helps a lot."
"Oh. Okay."
"What about you?"
"Daddy had me placed in the same grade as Draco. He said none of his children should be found lacking if they were in the same grade level. Actually, he just wants to get us in and out."
When class was over, they separated and went in their separate directions. Hermione looked at her schedule and groaned. Her next class hadn't changed; she would have Herbology with Harry and Ron. She silently thanked that Draco was also in that class, and that Ron and Harry shouldn't be able to recognize her.
When she got there, she looked around for a moment, then made her way to the back of the room, where she hoped no one would notice her, a bad decision, she soon realized, when she saw that she was the first student there. She saw Draco come in, with Crabbe and Goyle. Draco smiled when he saw her and headed over.
"Seems we landed a class together, Phoebe." "
It would seem we did. As did you're sister and I."
He just looked at her.
"Well, I guess that was something you were bound to find out."
"Yes, especially since we share dorms, and by the way, she invited me over this weekend."
"Really now?" She was about to reply when Harry and Ron walked in, talking rather loudly.
"I just can't believe it. I thought you two-"
"Well, you thought wrong, Harry." Ron said rather crossly. Harry looked worried.
"You know, that's just odd. You two break up, and now no one's seen her since."
"Don't look at me. You know I wouldn't." For some reason, Draco had an amused look on his face. Harry and Ron just now seemed to have noticed.
"What's wrong, the mud-blood disappear when you dump her, Weasley?"
"You stay out of this, Malfoy." Harry said dangerously. "Or you'll do what, Potter? Run to that idiot headmaster?" Harry was sufficiently pissed off now, and Hermione could tell.
"Oh, and who's she, another one of you're bullies?" This last comment came from Ron, and it stung like an African bee.
"You watch you're mouth, Weasley. If I were you, I'd just go to your little corner and weep with you're boyfriend."
Draco looked surprised, but Ron went. Harry stayed and glared a second later, before joining his friend.
Neville and Dean were asleep. As usual, Harry and Ron were up, but neither one looked like themselves. Ron had on a dark blue silk shirt, black leather pants, and a leather jacket, his hair slightly slicked back. His eyes were a dark blue; rather than their usual ocean gray. Harry was wearing a white wife beater, and white shorts to below his knees. He had traded his glasses for contacts, and his eyes were an electric kind of green, the kind that seemed to almost glow. His hair was spiked, and had white highlights in it, barley noticeable in this light.
"I don't know about that knew Slytherin girl, Eros," Harry said.
"She smells familiar."
"She's a student here, of course she smells familiar."
"No, it was more than that. We know her."
"You want to go after her, don't you, Strife?"
"We said we wouldn't attack the other students."
"So what? She's a Slytherin."
"Whatever. I'll see you at the club." Harry disappeared. Eros sat there a second. Of course he knew her. He recognized her scent the second they had walked into Herbology. There was no mistaking it; it was Hermione. But why he couldn't figure out, and he couldn't get past her defenses once again, to find out. He disappeared also.