Hermione and The Lost Boys

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Chapter 3: Blood Magic?

The two were currently inside a small burger joint not too far from where they had encountered the Lost Boys. Only half an hour before they didn't have the money for a burger but that was, sadly, easily taken care of. Now that they were sitting the older girl knew the real reason they had come here would be brought up soon enough.

"Okay spill!" Ginny said before taking a sip of her muggle soda.

"I kind of wish you were asking me to spill my overpriced coke," Hermione joked halfheartedly.

"Hermione! Come on talk to me. You froze earlier. What was up with that?"

The curly haired witch sighed, wrapping her hands around her cup, "It's just... it hit me then that this was real."

The redhead looked at her like she'd grown a second head. "The past day wasn't real enough for you?"

The non-magical witch shook her head at her friend and tried to make her understand, "It was but suddenly hearing that voice and seeing them in person, it was just… terrifying."

Ginny blinked owlishly, "You mean you were afraid of them but you weren't before."

"That's because it didn't hit me; our situation. I mean, of course I knew we were in danger but seeing them made me realize how much because, like it or not, these guys can literally tear us apart."

Ginny grimaced and took a bigger gulp from her glass. "Okay but Hermione, we've been in danger before. You especially. So what's different this time?"

"You're right." Looking at her arm and the currently covered 'mudblood' scar she sighed, "I've been in danger, more so than we currently are, but even when I was helpless and alone I still had magic… Whether I was able to do anything with it at the time didn't matter so much as the fact that it was there and it always has been. Even when I didn't know it. And now, being so close to man-eating monsters, I don't have it. It just all hit me at once and I froze."

Ginny nodded again looking thoughtful, "Okay. I get it more than I'd like to now that you've explained it but we really can't afford to dwell on that."

Hermione pursed her lips and took a drink before continuing, "You're right I'll make up for it the next time I see them."

"That's another problem though. The story is moving right on along," Maybe even too fast Hermione thought hands tightening around her soda, "and by tomorrow Michael will probably be a halfie."

Ginny frowned into her drink. The brunette did the same before adding her own thoughts.

"We won't have many opportunities to change the story hanging out on the boardwalk. Not in any meaningful ways. If he is a…" she glanced around before whispering the next part, "Half-vampire tomorrow then the only change would be his brother Sam but even he'll catch onto something being up when the part with the reflection and the flying happens."

"So, any ideas?" The other girl asked.

"Unfortunately, none for tonight seeing as they're bound to be at the cave by now. And unless you've got a broomstick hidden somewhere and can actually fly it we're not getting anywhere close to that cave tonight."

"Does make me curious how far a walk that would be," the redhead said trying to lighten up the mood.

"Even you, with all your athletic skills, wouldn't be able to pull it off. Not with the fog out there at any rate."

The two girls sat in silence sipping their drinks. Ginny's eyes landed on her friend's arm. "I was kind of surprised before when we were trying on clothes that it was still there. I mean magic made it… sure it was dark magic, but still magic and if magic is like blocked or nonexistent in this world then it would make sense if that scar had disappeared altogether. You even still have the one from when we broke into the Ministry."

Hermione's eyes traveled back to her clothed arm. "This world just has rules that we don't understand is all." She shrugged and finished her coke. "I'm going to use the washroom before we leave."

The ginger nodded and stared down at her nearly empty drink. "I'll be there in a minute. I might as well finish this strange muggle beverage what with how much it cost."

Once in the washroom, Hermione did her business and went to the sink only to find the soap dispenser was stuck.

"Just great," she growled under her breath as she kept trying to get it to work. After a moment she found the problem was that someone jammed something in the nozzle. She tried to remove it only to let out a yelp, "Ouch!"

She glared at her bleeding finger with a tiny piece of glass embedded in it.

"Why would someone put broken glass in there… no, how would someone do it without cutting themselves?" While asking this she took the glass out of her finger carefully with her other fingers so as not to cut herself even further. Once that was done she laid it beside the sink and turned on said sink to rinse off the blood.

While rinsing her hand she let her mind wander about how to get further involved with the Lost Boys. What she really needed was to be at that cave tonight to make some changes.

"That'll never happen though."

Taking her hand out from the water she checked it over before feeling the familiar uncomfortable feeling of apparition. Suddenly, she was somewhere outside staring at the opening of a cave that she shouldn't be looking at right now.

"How?" Her eyes widened in disbelief. She used magic but how? She couldn't even feel it, though for a moment during apparition she could feel something. But it was gone as soon as it came. Still, the witch knew she wasn't trying to use any magic so how did she do it? Was it accidental magic? But that made no sense either. Her own words came back to haunt her at that moment, "This world just has rules that we don't understand is all."

So, then she has magic, she just can't use it… or can she? Wasn't the brunette just thinking about this cave-

"What are you doing here?" The words cut straight through her thoughts.

"Star?"

The girl in question raised her eyebrows and backed up a little, "How do you know my name?"

Well this wasn't good. She was standing right outside the Lost Boys' cave and making Star suspicious of her.

"Are you bleeding?" The girl suddenly asked warily.

Hermione replied negatively, "Not anymore." Glancing down at her cut finger and seeing that the bleeding had stopped she had a startling thought.

Star glanced back to make sure no one had followed her. "You shouldn't be here."

"No kidding." She had no idea how right that statement was.

This idea was crazy and would probably bring trouble, but she had to try so she squeezed her finger to get it to bleed. It worked because Star's eyes went wide.

"What're you doing they might smell-" She stopped herself before giving away anything else.

Hermione just concentrated on what she wanted to happen both in her mind and out loud, "Star go for a walk and forget we talked, okay?"

She was basically trying an Imperius curse through blood magic. Though blood magic didn't work this way, however, things here were different and she could only hope that it did the job. Otherwise the witch had no idea how to explain herself.

Star's eyes glazed over and she nodded while walking around Hermione to continue on her walk. Hermione was trying to wrap her brain around it. She had just used a type of blood magic and an Imperious and she didn't have wartime to use as an excuse for using them either. Not wanting to dwell on what type of magic she just used, she instead whispered to herself, "I can't believe that worked…"

Bringing her bleeding finger up in front of her she willed it to heal and it did, without even the slightest hint that it had been cut in the first place. This took it to a whole new level for intent based magic. It was only then that Hermione noticed that she had been able to feel her magic, only barely since her finger got cut. Now the feeling was gone, vanished with the cut. It was so slight a feeling that she nearly missed it altogether.

"Neat magic trick, though I doubt it'll work on me," a voice said from behind her. She whirled around and came face to face with a smirking Dwayne, the quiet one that she knows the least about, and was suddenly uneasy because she wasn't sure if it would or not. Or even if her powers would listen to her all the time. Not to mention that she was pretty sure she needed to bleed for them to even have a chance at working and bleeding right now was definitely not her best option.

"Curious though. I can't read your mind. Somehow you're blocking me… I wonder, what else can you block?"

His face was curious and Hermione hoped she could pull off her best acting yet, "I've never met a vampire before, but I do know that none of your mind games will work on me."

At least she hoped that her occlumency shield was fully functional and would protect her.

"So, you know what we are, and you followed us?" He grinned then, "Curiosity killed the cat you know."

At that moment she knew she needed be the brave and somewhat reckless Gryffindor she was known for and not the cautious Slytherin that somehow developed within her during her time on the run. If she hoped to get on the good side of them, after all the Lost Boys are nothing if not reckless, her inner Gryffindor needed time to shine.

"Good thing I'm a witch then and not a cat." She stated boldly.

"A witch?"

She smirked, "What never met a witch before?"

He leaned in closely, eyes glinting. "I've never heard of a real witch before and I've 'lived' for a long time."

"I'm sure you have," She said forcing herself not to take a step back. That would show fear as well as move her closer to the opening of the cave where the rest of them were. Of course, they could probably smell fear, but then again so could werewolves and she managed well enough around them. Mostly.

"Well you came here to meet some vampires. It would be rude of me to not indulge you." With that, he held out his hand for her to take.

"A gentleman vampire?" She didn't take his hand but instead turned around and headed into the cave, not really having much of an option unless she wanted to attempt another apparition.

Once inside she saw something she'd only ever see before on screen and well the tv screen couldn't do it justice. It was amazing in person. Everything was real, she could feel the cool ocean breeze behind her and the rough stone beneath her shoes. The firelight in the oil drums cast flickering shadows that the movie lights never portrayed.

It didn't take long before all eyes were on her.

"Who's she?" A drunken Michael asked but she paid him no mind and instead looked at the bottle in his hand. Well that answered that. Tomorrow he'd be a 'halfie' as Ginny would say and the story would still be on track.

Unless she could derail it tonight…

It was worth a try.

"Didn't think we'd see you again so soon." David spoke up from his 'throne' as Hermione's eyes left the bottle of blood wine on Michael's lips.

"Is your friend with you?" Paul asked with a grin.

"No, but I know she'll be sad to have missed such an intense party," the witch answered sarcastically. "I'm guessing your new friend doesn't know what he's drinking…"

David frowned and tilted his head in curiosity like he was trying to read her. Then his eyes shifted over to Dwayne who was just a bit behind her and his expression changed into a wicked smile as Marko laughed, "Do a magic trick!"

Telepathy. That must be how the vampires were communicating to one another, she would be fascinated if she wasn't terrified.

Hermione's eyes drifted to Michael as she wondered how much of this he'd recall in the morning.

"Oh don't worry about Michael. He won't recall a thing in the morning," David said as Paul threw an arm around the newly made half vampire.

Her attention was back on David as without his say the others probably wouldn't attack her. He was the one she needed to keep an eye on. "Better safe than sorry."

She sort of wished she had a knife, but mostly the brunette hoped that this worked like it did before. Raising a hand to her mouth she bit down on her finger hard enough to draw blood without so much as a flinch from the pain. Not the easiest of tasks as her teeth weren't made for it.

Still Hermione did it all while she maintained eye contact with David who looked intrigued.

Her mind focused on Michael, but her eyes stayed on David as she commanded, "Michael go to sleep now."

Just like that he dropped, though Paul still had his arm thrown over him so he half caught the falling teenager. Paul cursed as he caught him while Marko held his stomach and laughed. Hermione took her eyes off of the Lost boy leader to focus on her hand and just like before it healed.

David stood from his throne and clapped slowly, "So witch to what do we owe the pleasure?"

"My name is Hermione," 'Not witch', she added silently and smiled at him. "I've never met a vampire before. So in the spur of the moment, I decided to change that. After seeing you… and let's just say at the moment I'm not impressed."

Author's Note: Next chapter will be longer maybe... also magic isn't as easy as it might seem here there's a few curve-balls that magic will throw the girls' way soon. I hope you liked it the boys will be a big part of the next chapter as Hermione does her best to change the flim's direction and Ginny will probably be missing for a chapter but worry not she will come back after all she still needs to try and shag Paul ;)