Author: Sylverfall
Rating: NC 17
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, and Strife) belong to Amelia Atwater-Rhodes. I'm poor and gaining no profit from this, so please, don't sue.
Hermione wake with a start, and looked around. She didn't recognize her dorms at all. And then she remembered. She got up and headed down into the commons; she didn't expect anyone else would be up at this time. It was too early. As she padded out of her dorm and down the stairs to the commons though, she found that wasn't true. In the leather couch that was closest to the portrait was one topless toe-head blonde. 'What's he doing up? He should be asleep.' He looked like he'd been through hell. His hair was messily piled on his head, sticking out in every direction, and he had some scratches all over him, and not small ones. She gasped.
"Hey. Phoebe! What are you doing up?" He looked surprised.
"I'. uh... I couldn't sleep, and I thought.. What happened?"
"Huh?" She was wearing a short, skimpy nightgown, lavender, with black lace, a slit up both sides. Her hair was still blonde too, although she didn't have the contacts in. He looked down at himself; he was just in his boxers, and that was it. Suddenly, although he wasn't sure why, he felt very bashful.
"Uh... nothing. I was just... taking a walk outside, yeah, that's it!"
"Draco?"
"Yeah?"
"You are a terrible liar. You have scratches all over, and there is no way, with the size of them, that you got from just going for a walk. Or a run. Or from falling down something."
"Uh... heh... you know, the oddest thing happened. I uh... ran into my dad."
"And you look like that. How?"
"Well, you know, family stuff." Whatever it was that had happened, she wasn't going to get it out of him.
"Um... could you excuse me? I need to..." With that he got up and headed for his dorms.
'Was he embarrassed? Draco? But I thought...' She started giggling. He had left his robes on the couch. She went over and picked them up, and was going to hand them to him, when she noticed that they were torn all over. 'Okay, whatever he was doing, he ran into someone. or something. Maybe...'
"Draco! You left what's left of your robes!" He paused
"Could you just throw those somewhere someone won't see them for now?"
"No, you do it. Their your robes." He gave an exasperated sigh, and then headed to down and took the robes from her.
"What happened?" She said, not letting go of the robes. She wasn't going to let him get off with telling her nothing, because there was no way he could hide the fact that he had been up to something from her. He just looked at her hard for a second, contemplating.
"I was out getting some information, okay?" She looked shocked, and had let go of the robe. He headed into his dorm and closed the door behind him. Only then did she realize what she'd been wearing in front of him. She blushed and then headed to her dorm.
When she got there, Calthina was up also.
"Hey, Pheob's. Where were you?" She said, raising an eyebrow at what Hermione was wearing.
"I was talking to Draco," She said casually.
"Uh-huh. Did you two...?"
"No!"
Calthina just laughed. "Defensive, aren't you? So, what did you two do?"
"We just... talked. That was it. I went out to get warm because it was chilly, and he was out there too."
"And if I know my brother, in his boxers?"
"Yeah." Calthina just shook her head.
"Well, we better get to sleep. wouldn't want to sleep in tomorrow. Make the Professors angry," She snickered.
"Oh, who cares? Besides, I don't have to sleep."
"You and my brother would be perfect. Neither one of you ever sleep." Hermione's face flamed.
"Um... I guess. I don't know." She flustered.
"You like him!"
"Do not!"
"You do to! You're blushing. Phoebe," Hermione went redder at that.
"So what if I do?"
"Hey, I don't see anything wrong with that. If he wasn't my brother, I'd probably think he's cute too." "Calthina!"
"What? I said if. Come on, he's my brother. Besides. Slytherin's aren't my kind of guys."
"What? Well, then what are?"
"Wellll... the Gryffindor guys are kinda hot."
"Calthina," Hermione gasped. "You're family would kill you if you went out with a Gryffindor."
"I know. I think that's part of what makes them so damn yummy. You know, what you can't have, you'll want more? Besides, none of them would touch me anyways. They don't know that Draco's my brother, but they don't need to. I'm a Slytherin." She said with a toss of her hair. "So." Hermione started to get the feeling that they were going to be as bad as she Harry and Ron were. Here they were, up late, and in a way, conspiring against the Gryffindor guys.
"Who do you think is the cutest?"
"I don't know. The twins were kinda cute, and they were funny. But they're not here anymore. Harry's okay, but I'm not sure about those glasses. Plus, his skins kinda pale, especially with his hair color. Ron's pretty cute though. But I know I have no chance with him. I don't know, they're all pretty cute. Except for the Creevy's." Hermione laughed.
"Well, everyone knows that. Although... I don't know. I guess Draco is kinda cute. But Ron is too. You know what would be weird?"
"What?"
"If they both had children, and their children married. I wonder what their children's children would look like."
"Phoebe. You're naughty."
"I know. You know what would be really hot?"
"What?"
"Draco, Harry and Ron together." "
Phoebe, you know that would never happen."
"A girl can dream."
"True. Well, unlike some people, I do need sleep, so I'll see you tomorrow."
"Okay. Night"
"Night."
Hermione didn't sleep that night. Instead, she ended up going out for a walk, just off of the school grounds. She almost expected something to happen, but she wasn't sure what exactly. When nothing had really happened, and she started getting bored, she headed back to the school. On her way, things definitely changed in the nature of nighttime activity. She was halfway back, and had started getting tingles down her spine, like someone was watching her closely. Just as a precaution, she had got out her hunting knife and her wand. She didn't expect to see any vampires this close to the school, but she knew that if someone got too close for her to use her wand, then her knife would help her greatly. She had just looked over her shoulder to check if anyone or anything was following her, and found nothing, when she found a hand over her mouth and an arm around her throat to drag her off. She automatically stomped on her assailant's foot, and then jabbed an elbow into their stomach before grabbing her attackers arm and tossing him over her shoulder so that they would face off face to face. She froze when she saw who it was.
Sitting there on his rear end, in black leather pants, wearing a dark blue silk shirt, and a black leather jacket with his hair partially slicked back was Ron Weasley; Ex- boyfriend and unknown friend.
"Ron? What the hell."
"Phoebe. I'd have thought you to be the type to sleep."
"Really, Weasley? Don't judge a face." Ron looked her up and down, taking in her outfit. She was also in leather, but unlike him, that was it; black leather pants that conformed to every curve of her legs, and a leather top that did the same. It had some hoops at the top, and zipped up the middle in front. She wore a pair of leather biking gloves also, and her hair was pulled back from her face. Something about her looked familiar.
"Who would have thought; a goody-goody Gryffindor, out when they should be in bed. And in leather, no less."
"Like you said, Phoebe, don't judge a face." He was circling her, like a predator.
"You know, it's dangerous to be out in the early hours of the morning. Especially when it's this dark, and there's no one to hear if something should happen." He was close to her now. He could smell her. God, she smelled good. Next thing he knew, he had been sliced in the arm, and was thrown back. He looked surprised. She couldn't be a... Yet there was the knife, and there was the hatred in her eyes. He just hissed out a breath, not that he needed to, but it was a habit he was yet to rid himself of, and it was proving to be quite useful.
"Stay away from me." She hissed, low, and barely above a whisper. "I don't have to know what you are to gut you in self defense, Weasley." Did she know? Was it possible that there were other hunters after he and Strife? He didn't want to think of it.
"Yes, but what caused you to believe that you were in need of defense?"
"You came up behind me. That was all I needed." They just stood and glared at each other.
'There's something about that glare. I recognize it from somewhere.' The next thing she knew, she was staring at his retreating back.
"If I were you, Phoebe, I would watch my back. And head back to school." Then he was gone.
Calthina was up when Hermione finally got back to her dorms.
"Where have you been?" She said, arching an eyebrow at Hermione's outfit.
"I... uh... needed to go out for a walk."
"Dressed like that? Come on, what'd you do? You're not, like half and half, are you?"
"What, mudblood?" She let out a laugh. "No way."
"No, I'm not talking half muggle. Half vamp."
"What! No! You're kidding, aren't you?"
"Not really."
"Please, don't tell anyone you saw me dressed like this."
"Nah. Except maybe Draco. He'd like that."
"I need to change now, Calthina." Hermione then changed and left the room, without a word.
She had all her classes with Ron and Harry today, and no sign of Draco and Calthina. She had no one to sit next to in these classes yet, and so the Professors paired her up. Her first class was Transfiguration. "
Okay... now, where to put you." Professor McGonnagal looked around the room, mentally re-arranging students.
"Ah! I got it! Harry, You sit next to Neville. Colin. You in that back desk back there. Yes, the one without someone there. Here we go. You go sit next to Ron, dear." Ron automatically objected.
"Professor! Why next to me? Can't she sit next to Millicent?"
"No, now deal with it, Mr. Weasley. I'm sure you'll live." They just stood staring at each other.
"Now, go on, Ms. Parker. He doesn't bite." She glanced at McGonnagal when she said this, then preceded to her seat without a word.
"Right now. Today, we will be Transfigurating desks into cats. It's simple. Just swish your wand, and felius fellium. Now, who would like to go first?" No one raised their hand. "
Okay. how about... Yes, Mr. Potter?" Harry had raised his hand.
"I was wondering, does this mean that Ron and I don't work together now?"
"Yes. Mr. Longbottom and you are partners, and Mr. Weasley and Ms. Parker will work together from now on." They both gave each other despairing glances.
"Now... how about you, Ms Parker? Go on, give it a shot." She waved her wand, and repeated,
"Felius Fellium!" The table shrank, and then grew furry, before a face and tail appeared, and a cat sat at hers and Ron's feet.
"Very nice. Reversio! Now you, Mr. Weasley." He just frowned, his brows knit together in concentration. He waved his wand.
"Felis Feliumn!" Most of the students shrieked when they saw it; In front of a shocked Ron and Hermione stood a full-grown lion.
"Uh... very well, Mr. Weasley. Work on it." "Reversio Feliumn, Finitae." Hermione swished her wand. The desk was back to normal, save for the slight glow that was still fading from around it.
"Ms. Parker? Could I have a word with you?"
"Yes, Professor." She followed the professor out of her classroom.
"Where did you learn that? You haven't been in the restricted section of the library, have you, Ms. Parker?"
"No! What do you take me for, anyways? Just because I changed my house and name and appearance, doesn't mean I've gotten stupid, Professor."
"Alright then. Well, I'd suppose it would be a good idea for us to return back to class. In you go." Hermione returned to class, and to her's and Ron's desk, shaking her head and mumbling.
"I can't believe she thought I read a restricted book. Can't a person get that out of other books anymore? What's the big deal, anyways."
"How'd you do that?" Ron asked, narrowing his eyes at her.
"I've been taking extra classes with one of the professors here. It seems he thought I could handle it. Besides, I didn't hurt anyone."
"Yeah. Right. Which professor?"
"That is none of your business, Weasley. Now, if you don't mind." She turned to pay attention to the professor. She had glared then, and then he knew; No wonder they had recognized her scent. This wasn't a new student at all. Then Ron thought of all the things she'd said to him and Harry.
"Fine. But I want a word with you after class." "Whatever."