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.
When Transfiguration let out, Ron followed 'Phoebe' out. And since Harry was always around them, so did he. When he caught up to Ron though, Ron said he wanted a few minutes alone, and that he had something to take care of. So Harry walked ahead, and then Ron caught up with her and spun her around. "
What do you want, Weasley?"
"First of all, drop the bloody act, I figured you out." She just narrowed her eyes at him.
"Can we go somewhere else, Phoebe?"
"Whatever. But no one better see us."
She followed him; She had no idea where he was headed, but it looked to be by the lake. When they got there though, he just kept on walking.
"How far do you think we have to go? I think that this plenty far enough." She stood there then, and gave him a look that said 'I dare you to try and move me.'
"Fine. We'll talk here. First of all, enough with the snobby attitude, I know it's you, Hermione."
"I have no idea who that is, but if you want to suffer from a delusion thinking I'm her, then go ahead."
"You have the same voice, the same scent, and the same glare, so don't bother. Not only that, but you wear the same thing she wore to go out on her night- time prowls, 'Phoebe'."
"Whatever. Look, I don't know about you, but I'd think it would be a very good idea to get some food, so if you don't mind." She started to head back to the school, but Ron caught he arm. She couldn't afford this.
"Look, I don't know what your problem is, and I don't care. But if you don't let go of me, I will hurt you, and I can promise you, you will not like it." Ron pulled her close to him.
"Are you sure about that, Hermione?"
"I already told you. Who's Hermione?"
"You." She slapped him then.
"I don't think it would sound to good to anyone that you were suffering delusions and thought that I was this Hermione person. Whatever she did to you, I'd suggest you forget her." She walked away from him. He just stood there with a hand to his face, where she had slapped him. It hadn't hurt, but what had was what she had just said this time.
Hermione walked into the hall and sat next to Calthina. "Where have you been?"
"I had to have a chat with someone. Who's Hermione?" Calthina just giggled.
"What, did you talk to Ron or Harry or something?"
"Ron. He seems to think I'm her." Calthina burst into laughter then.
"Why's he say that? I mean, Come on. Okay, get this, Hermione was a bookworm. She was a Gryffindor. She had brown hair, and brown eyes. She was a mudblood. And she's his ex-girlfriend. Not to mention she was extremely snobbish; she thought she was better than everyone, it seemed. I mean, she didn't even go to her Divination classes, because she thought it was rubbish and that she was above it."
"Okay. So what would make him think I'm her? By the sounds of it, I'm not a thing like her." So. Now she knew for a fact that the whole school thought she was a snob. 'Well, we'll just have to see about that.'
" I don't know. Maybe he doesn't, and thought you had heard of her and thought he'd see if he get you going by saying that."
"Well, by the sounds of what she was like, all I could see is him trying to piss me off by calling me that."
"Yeah, well, no one ever said that the Weasley's were very brilliant."
"Tell me about it. I mean, He can't even do a simple transfiguration."
"Which one?"
"Felius Fellium. He said Felis Feliumn. We ended up with a full grown lion instead of a normal house cat." Calthina giggled.
"Well, at least he didn't get a dragon or something."
"Yeah. Although I think he's just thick enough to do that." They had finished their lunch, and were about to head outside, when Draco walked up.
"Hey Phoebe. I was wondering if you'd like to do something later on today?"
"Well, I don't know."
"I was thinking that since you hadn't been here in the Wizarding world very long, that I would show you the fun in riding a broom." Calthina just shot her a glance. "Um... I'll think about it."
"Okay, I'll pick you up after you're extra classes." "Yeah. Okay." He walked off then.
Calthina just looked at her out of the corner of her eyes, and then suppressed a giggle. "
What?"
"Nothing."
"Don't tell me nothing, you're trying not to laugh, what's so funny?" "
I said, nothing."
"Uh-huh. Right. Okay, so, you wanna go out to the lake, or what?"
"What do you think?"
"Okay. You know what?" "
What? When Christmas comes, I might have to go out into the muggle world and take you with me for a day. O think we could really shock a good portion of the school when spring comes."
"How?"
"Well, in the muggle world, they have these suits for swimming. It's kinda like wearing just your underwear only, but this stuff is made out a fabric just for swimming."
"Really?"
"Yep. I think you'd like it."
"Okay. Well, then I guess that's a deal." They headed back in when lunch break was almost over."
For Hermione, it seemed that the time until Christmas break came all too fast. Her schedule had been much more crowded than she had predicted it would have been. With her classes, hunting, and hanging out with her newfound friends, she had had no time to think on it. Suddenly, it was upon her, and she realized that she hadn't even had a chance to tell her parents that she had assumed a new identity, not to mention that she was now dating the son of a man they disliked, and was best friends with his sister. OR that she had agreed to stay over at said person's house over Christmas. She was sitting in the library twirling her quill trying to figure out how to best tell them when Draco walked up.
"Hello, Phoebe. What are you doing in here? I thought you had said you hated the library."
"I'm contemplating."
"What?"
"Well, I do have a family, and I haven't told them, well, about any of it. And now..."
"I'll take care of it. I don't think that they would care if you were to stay say, at Harry's or Ron's? And since they have never seen Harry's family's writing, I think it would be simple enough." She just sat there contemplating this new idea for a few minutes, and found that it seemed like it just might work.
"I think. that will work. You'll have to sign as Petunia and Vernon Dursley, of course."
"Well, that should be simple enough. You are packed, I assume?"
"But of course." She got up and left with Draco at that point. As she left though, she felt a pair of eyes on her, and she glanced around before leaving. She couldn't spot anyone watching her, and shrugged it off.
"Well, Who would have thought?"
"Thought what?" Ron was making no sense. He had just come storming into their dorm, and seemed to be talking complete and utter nonsense again.
"You know how I told you that I suspect that 'Phoebe Parker' was really Hermione?"
"Yeah. And we decided it was just best to ignore it too. If she wants to go and play a stupid little bitch, then let her. Personally, I don't care. If she can throw away a friendship just like that, it must not have meant much to her."
"Yeah, well, I know for a fact. Besides, don't you find it a little odd how since 'Phoebe' showed up that there have been attacks around Los Noches? I mean, for heaven's sake, first you get attacked by Lindsey, and then Hermione disappears."
"Are you trying to say that it's been Phoebe, and that Phoebe is a hunter?"
"No, I'm saying that it must be Hermione. I mean, she doesn't know. And she's been working closely with the Malfoys."
"Yeah? And what would they get out of it? They work at New Midnight, remember? They run the place for Jaguar." At the mention of his creator, Ron frowned. He still hated the guy. He would have preferred to have stayed dead rather than be turned. But no, Jaguar had to slice open Ron's heart and then pour his blood in.
"I don't know. I mean, they do have endless resources to information on our kind. And we know that the wizards are gunning for us. I mean, we've been all over the Prophet. Besides, what's this got to do with what you were moaning about when you came in?"
"I was in the library."
"You were in library? Since when did you go there?"
"Shut up! Anyways, they were both there. Apparently her family doesn't know a thing about it, and so she's going to have Draco write a letter that's supposed to be from you're aunt and uncle telling them that she's going to be at you're place over vacation." "
So? What's that got to do with us?"
"Well, it would be nice to catch a pest... wouldn't it?"
"I guess."
"So, what do you think?"
"Well, if it is Hermione... I don't know."
"What, going soft, Strife?"
"Fine. We'll set a trap. But I swear to god, if I get another cut from one of those goddamned hunter's knives-"
"You won't."