A/N: I hope anybody who reads this, likes this chapter. I don't love it myself but I haven't written on it in a while and I was slightly curious to see if anybody else would read into it.

Disclaimer: J.K Rowling owns most of the characters in this story.

Chapter Twelve

Hermione's Confession

Hermione walked a little ways in front of Harry, hugging her elbows. What was she to do now? She'd thought she'd be better at hiding her new appearance but she had been very wrong. Who was she kidding? She looked totally different now. She had to of been pulling the wool over her own eyes to have believed for a second that she could just pass by her two best friends without having to say a word about it.

"It was him wasn't it?" Harry asked from behind her. She was yanked out of her thoughts by his voice.

"I don't really want to talk about it right now, Harry," Hermione told him quietly. "I'm a bit tired. I'd like to have a bit of alone time."

"Well that's too bad," Harry said tonelessly. "You can rest when we've talked about this."

Hermione spun around to face him, looking into his green eyes. When she did this, it felt as though she were penetrating his soul with her gaze. He felt slightly revealed, as though he were having the dream where he was naked in front of the Slytherin house and Snape. It was scary, because when she looked at him, he felt as though a Slytherin was staring him down. As though Malfoy was sizing him up.

"Don't you get it?" she asked in a tone of voice very unlike her own. "I don't feel like talking about it Harry, so leave it be!" Her voice had risen slightly at the end and she felt guilty immediately after the words had escaped her mouth.

"Whatever you want," he muttered. "You don't want me to care, then I won't." He then pushed past her and stormed up the flight of steps. She looked after him, cringing slightly. It was unnecessary. But Hermione knew her reaction was also because she was feeling guilty for not trying to stop it from happening. This was almost as bad as sleeping with Malfoy would've been.

"That was dramatic," came an unfamiliar voice from behind her. She spun around to meet a girl with straight, thick, black hair. Blue eyes met her golden brown ones. The girl's lips were slightly parted, revealing the tips of her fangs. Her lips were a soft shade of pink and her skin was creamy white. Unnaturally like porcelain.

"You're the new student," said Hermione. She didn't feel threatened by the girl, although she knew she could be a potential danger.

"That I am," said Jesamya Richards. She gestured with her hand gracefully. "Pleased to meet you. And your name would be?"

"Hermione Granger," she said.

"Ah. Hermione. That's an interesting name…" Jesamya took a slow step forward. Almost like a cautious, but curious animal would do. "You were made not to long ago."

"That's right," Hermione said, standing a little straighter. For some reason she wanted to look presentable for this newcomer.

"How many others are there here?" the girl asked curiously.

"One that I know of," Hermione replied. "Draco Malfo-"

"Yes. I know who he is. But I sense another," she said. "Not quite as strong as Draco, or yourself. But she'll get there."

"It's a her?" Hermione asked with interest.

"Of course it is," Jesamya said. "Can't you feel it?"

"No." Hermione said. "Not at all."

"So who was that boy you were with a moment ago?" Jesamya said, motioning towards the staircase where Harry had disappeared.

"That's Harry. He's my friend," Hermione muttered.

"It looked like you two were fighting," she said. "He wanted to know about you and what you are. What are you ashamed to tell him?"

Hermione opened her mouth to speak when a familiar figure came around the corner.

"Malfoy," she whispered. His eyes fell upon the two girls standing in front of the third floor staircase.

"You," he said pointing to Jesamya. He moved quickly down the hall and was upon them in no time.

"Me?" she asked looking at him with dull interest.

"What are you doing here?" Draco asked her.

"I've come to learn," she said simply.

"Here of all places?" he asked her.

"Why not here?" she said, gazing up at him from under her curtain of hair.

"You two know each other?" Hermione asked.

"We've met before, yes," said Draco not looking up from Jesamya.

"What's the big deal?" Hermione inquired.

"I just think it's a bit odd that she's showed up out of the blue like this," Draco muttered. Jesamya stood, looking rather content. She looked from one face to the other smiling.

"My uncle sent me here," she replied. "He thought it would be good for me to learn magic on top of my special abilities. He said it would strengthen me against enemies to know various skills. There's an upcoming war you know, between the vampire covens. You two should know. Your part of Elder's clan."

They both looked quite confused.

"You don't say…" Draco muttered.

A/N: Since people haven't really been reading this particular story anymore, I don't think I'll be writing much more on it. I hope somebody reviews it though. That would be really good. All reviews are welcome. That's also why this chapter's so short. Plus I had a major writer's block.