Hermione and The Lost Boys

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Author's Note: Is anyone still reading this after what... a year and a half? I'm so sorry it took so long. Also thank you everyone that's read, reviewed, faved, and followed as always I appreciate it. I feel a bit rusty having not written much for nearly a year but what can you do?

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Chapter 12: Late Night Talks

Hermione didn't know why the sight of Ginny batting her eyes at Michael upset her as much as it did, maybe she was just angry at him for messing up their chance of breaking this spell.

He was clearly an obstacle to her goal of getting them back home.

That didn't matter at the moment though because Michael was a non-issue at this point. So Hermione felt that the other witch didn't need to lower herself to flirting with him.

As she approached the couple the situation became more clear and less pleasant. The placement of the younger girl's hand on his arm, the way they leaned into one another to speak, the obviously heated gaze between them; that was the worst.

Hermione paused a few feet away unnoticed and simply observed them with clenched fists. Yeah no, that wasn't happening.

Pushing her way through the last batch of people she latched onto her friend's arm successfully pulling her several paces back from the curly-haired nuisance, "Hey Gin there you are!" The other witch startled slightly at the suddenness, "I've been looking all over for you."

The ginger girl noted the tone of her fellow witch's voice and recognized her attempt for what it was, as such the brunette expected her to give an excuse and leave with her.

Instead what she got was this, "Sorry I got distracted, this is Michael." Ginny told her as her gaze drifted coyly back at the teenager, "Michael this is my friend Hermione."

The bushy-haired girl was tempted to nudge her friend non-too friendly as a way to hurry the other up but she held her childish impulse back.

"Hi." She deadpanned.

Admittedly Hermione could have tried to insert some politeness into her tone but she didn't want to. He looked taken aback by her unfriendliness, even the redhead shot her a displeased look briefly.

"Um, hi." He looked to Ginny for help, in a way that clearly asked 'What's her problem?'

"Oh, don't mind her, jetlag you know." The younger girl giggled cutely.

Michael looked doubtful but shrugged, "I've never flown so I wouldn't know."

"You're not missing anything." Hermione tells him but her fellow witch scoffs, "Untrue flying is a great experience if you're not afraid of heights." The dig had the older girl sending a glare her way.

What was Ginny up to? The other witch was acting as if she actually liked him.

"I think I'd prefer the open road if I had a choice to be honest." He told the girls but his eyes were plainly focused on Ginny.

No way did she like him, so why was the other witch dragging this out? Clearly she knew that Hermione wanted them to leave.

Maybe that was why.

It wasn't like the redhead thought they had anywhere pressing to be. In truth they didn't as far as Ginny knew they succeeded in distracting Michael and now had the rest of the night free. Her way of thinking was likely that she wasn't going to let Hermione hole them up inside of a hotel for the remainder of the night.

It wasn't that she was trying to stifle Ginny, if she wanted to go on a date or whatever then that was fine there were plenty of other guys. Non-Michael guys.

"Right you said you have a motorbike? I've never rode one before but it sounds exciting, doesn't it Hermione?"

The brunette knew that wasn't true but of course the girl didn't remember that. Hermione highly doubted it'd be as much fun with Michael, he was likely to play it much more safe with her on board than Paul would.

Normally the witch would see that as a positive thing but her dislike for the muggle in front of her made it seem like a fault.

"They're alright." Hermione shrugged and Ginny gapped at her, "You've ridden one? When?"

'I'm sure mentioning it happened in a previous time loop would go over swimmingly with the muggle boy' she thought ruefully.

"I happened to know a boy who had one once." It wasn't the whole truth but close enough.

"I'd be happy to take you on a ride." Michael offered her friend and Ginny looked ecstatic before recalling that Hermione was also still there.

"I'd like that but for now how about that burger, do you mind if my friend comes along?" Ginny had either been unconsciously or knowingly pulling herself back into closer proximity to the boy in front of them over the conversation so Hermione reluctantly loosened her grip until finally letting go of her arm in favor of staying a few feet away from him.

"Not at all." He said politely; it was obvious he'd much rather it be just the two of them.

Hermione was getting a third wheel vibe that was unpleasant but she did not want to leave the other girl alone with him. At the same time her somewhat irrational dislike for Michael was starting to bug her.

Sure he messed things up but it's not like he did so on purpose, he was likely just trying to take out what he saw as the monsters who had made him into one of them.

It wasn't a flawed way of thinking, she could see doing that herself if put in a similar position.

All that rationalizing didn't make her feel any better though.

"No that's okay I'm not hungry. So you two go grab a bite, I'm knackered I'll just call it a night and sleep off some of my jetlag." Ginny looked ready to protest but stopped short at Hermione's look.

For a moment it seemed like the redhead would offer to go with her or ask for a rain check but that passed quickly, "Oh… okay then get some rest, I'll see you soon."

Hermione nodded with a fake smile which Ginny no doubt saw through as the girl looked a bit worried. The redhead bit her lip uncertainty but ultimately decided to ignore the other girl's mood in favor of spending some time with Michael.

So she watched as Ginny grabbed his arm and pulled him off to supposedly get that burger, her forceful friendly facade faded to an annoyance that was plain for anyone paying attention to see.

The witch was suddenly feeling much more charitable towards her friend's previous infatuation with Paul and wishing she had run off with the dangerous vampire instead.

It was completely irrational and gave her a pause when it crossed her mind. It made no sense, Michael was obviously the safe option, so why did she have such a strong reaction to the idea of them?

Maybe she really did need to rest.

The walk back to the hotel was uneventful which given that it was Santa Carla that was probably at least half a miracle in and of itself. One that was needed because the brunette was plainly distracted.

Her thoughts might as well have been stuck in a time loop themselves as she hadn't come up with any new thoughts or rather worries.

Originally she had wanted to take Ginny back to the hotel and explain her brilliant but dangerous plan of offing the head vampire. Well it wasn't so dangerous, she had seen where he lived in the movie so getting an address based off of that and staking him in his sleep seemed doable.

Why hadn't she thought to try it already?

The hardest thing was getting past the dog, if the Frog boys' comics were actually accurate then it wasn't just a normal dog. More like a demon dog, in that case their magic might not have any effect but even then she was sure they could figure it out. All creatures had some weaknesses after all.

But no, instead Ginny's off on a burger date or joyride with that traitor. Wait, what?

That gave Hermione a pause, she had only just closed her hotel's door behind her when she thought that.

Leaning back against the door the witch wondered where exactly that thought had come from. Michael a traitor, what did that even mean? She didn't even know the guy, there wasn't any way he could have betrayed her… unless was this some kind of residual thought from a timeline she didn't remember?

Was that possible?

Sliding down the door until her bottom hit the ground she sat there trying to piece together where that stray thought had emerged from and if there was anything else there to grasp onto.

Unfortunately nothing else came to her; there was nothing, no more unexplainable thoughts or feelings at least for the time being.

Pulling herself up she went to the washroom and slowly got herself ready for bed, by the time she entered the room the brunette had hoped to see her fellow movie-traveler but was disappointed.

She comforted herself that it wasn't that late yet just after midnight before taking herself to the bed she had claimed the previous night and laid down. Despite her overwhelmed brain she was out like a light nearly as soon as her head touched the pillow.

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Ginny took a small bite of her burger and gave a closed mouth smile at Michael who sat across from her. She didn't usually take small demure bites, in no way was she like her brother Ron but she was usually less girly even in dating scenarios but this is the eighties.

Let it not be said that Ginny couldn't play a part, now if she was actually serious about him then even the time setting wouldn't have mattered, she'd be herself.

This date was far from serious, just a bit of harmless fun and a sure way to make sure his eyes didn't wander at any time tonight. Two birds one stone as far as she was concerned.

Even if Hermione kept Star away, there's no saying that she can't come into contact with him at a different point on the boardwalk. This was really the best way to accomplish her mission, and the most fun way as well.

Taking a sip of the weird muggle soda every now and then she made casual conversation with Michael and continued to eat her burger.

Weird drinks aside Ginny wasn't disappointed with the burger, if fact as far as dates go this was far from a bad one despite how difficult Hermione had been. She was worried about the other girl but at the same time part of her was warry.

It wasn't a feeling she liked having when it came to a friend, but Hermione was holding something back. Not perhaps lying per say but withholding something, likely for what she saw as the younger witch's own good.

That frankly annoyed her and she wanted to call the girl out on it but for the time being she held back. If pushed she didn't want Hermione to feel like she had no choice but to lie. Instead she hoped that if given enough time the other girl would open up and confide in her.

She wasn't Harry or even Ron… and Ginny knew that was probably part of the problem. Their friendship wasn't the same and usually that didn't bother her but right now it kind of did.

Ginny wasn't asking for much just a bit more trust from her closest female friend, it didn't seem like much to ask for.

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Hours later Hermione woke up blinking groggily, the red glow from the bedside clock read three forty four. The bed beside her was occupied by the sleeping form of Ginny. Seeing the rise and fall of her breathing put the older girl's mind at ease somewhat but she knew something had woken her.

No, not something; someone.

Sitting up Hermione turned in bed to see a figure she both expected and was surprised to see.

"David… what are you doing here?" Her voice was but a whisper still it carried in the otherwise silent room.

He was seated in the fake leather chair looking nearly the same as he did the last time she had seen him in the same chair. No it wasn't the same one, it was a different room, a different chair, and even a different timeline.

"Waiting for you to wake up," When he stood up from the seat his figure blocked out the moonlight making him harder to read, "you took your sweet time this time."

"This time, are you telling me this is a thing?"

David didn't answer instead the vampire approached her bed until his legs touched the end of it, "I found out something tonight I thought might interest you."

Strangely enough Hermione found that she wasn't scared that there was a literal monster at the end of her bed.

Instead she questioned him, "Really, what's that?"

He paused as if searching for the right words, "We are no longer the only ones that remember."

"What!? Who else?" Hermione quickly shot a glance at her sleeping roommate to make sure her raised voice hadn't alerted the girl to the vampire presence in the room.

Ginny's breathing was just as even as before but her friend was quickly forgotten about when the next word was spoken.

"Max."

Hermione's gaze snapped back to the vampire's and she gasped, "How?"

"I can't say but if I had to guess it has something to do with the last time."

There was only one thing different about that time, the reason for her sudden bout of amnesia supposedly.

"You mean when I-" She paused for a second feeling uneasy saying it aloud, "I died?"

Her voice was barely a whisper but she knew he heard her, not waiting for a response since she knew the answer the witch reluctantly asks, "What happened… just how did I die?"

David's face is blocked by the shadows of the room so Hermione wasn't sure what his face looked like but his posture seemed less relaxed to her.

If only she were more versed in the mind arts, though given his own talents it was unlikely she would get much from him.

Slowly his demeanor changes and he takes a seat at the end of the bed. The brunette in response sits up straighter tucking her legs back as if to grant him more room.

For a moment it looks as if he's finally going to answer some of the burning questions that had been rattling around in her mind all day.

That idea is dashed with his next words, "These last few 'time loops' as you would say," he paused, she was sure that he did that for dramatic effect on purpose. "have been interesting to say the least. I've lived for a while now but there is something different about living the same days over and over. It gives you a new perspective."

Despite not having the lifespan that the other has had or at least remembers having she kind of understood but at the same time, "What's your point?"

David's face was still shadowed and unreadable, "My point?" The vampire turns his back on her all the while not getting up from the bed. Hermione wonders if he is about to get up and leave. Or maybe he's searching for something? Perhaps he's deep in thought.

He proves her wrong in those assumptions when he lays back seemingly without a care in the world.

Hermione looks at him incredulously as his head suddenly falls into her lap. She's instantly hyper aware of him and the fact that she's only wearing an oversized eighties band shirt to sleep in. The barest shift in her legs also brings her attention to the thin sheet keeping him from touching her skin.

"Maybe there isn't one." It takes her brain a second to re-route back to their conversation.

This whole whatever it was threw her off, but maybe that was his intention.

Hermione knew she needed to focus now more than ever.

David's face was now at an angle that had half illuminated by the moonlight streaming in through the window as well as the alarm clock's soft glow. Hermione's own shadow didn't cover him in darkness much or maybe it was the closeness and her eyes adjusted to said darkness that made him more visible.

For a brief moment her mind battled between asking him what he thought he was doing or shoving him off.

Hermione did neither of those things and the witch wasn't quite sure why.

This should've felt weird but it didn't.

"People have always been predictable, I never really minded. It makes the small unpredictable moments all the better."

Was this an unpredictable moment for him, or maybe it was for her.

David's hand reaches up to toy with her hair that had been resting over her shoulder.

What even was this conversation? She needed to get them back on track.

"David…" Hermione started but then paused unsure of her next words as she was suddenly struck with a strong sense of deja vu.

What in the world was going on?

"Hm?" His eyes found hers, they were captivating and she suddenly couldn't think.

Time seemed to stop as the witch studied his face, the only movement between them being his fingers twirling her hair.

After an unknown amount of time passed between the two a muffled noise from the bed next to her snaps her out of whatever vampire hypnosis trick she's sure he must've been using on her.

The brunette's attention turns to her friend not only to check her sleeping status but to avoid the vampire's gaze.

"Don't worry she's not going to wake."

Hermione doesn't want to look back down at the boy resting in her lap because she doesn't think eye contact is a good idea so she doesn't. "And you know that for a fact?"

"Yes."

Did that mean that David knew Ginny was a deep sleeper or did that mean he'd done something to keep her asleep?

The girl knew should ask and be suitably upset if it was the latter but she doesn't and instead keeps to safer topics, "She went on a date tonight."

Hermione nearly winced at her tone, her disapproval obvious still. It irks her that she doesn't understand why Michael upsets her so. It was like she couldn't even understand her own mind tonight.

"I'm aware…" David pauses before adding more, "a spitfire like her could do better."

The hand that had been playing with her hair suddenly grazes her neck making the witch finally turn her head back towards him in shock.

His hand jostled away from her sensitive skin and pulsing neck veins at her jerk.

David grins up at her and in the moonlight his teeth are clearly visible, they're not vampiric in appearance right now but it hardly matters. A second or less and they could be.

In her attempts to avoid eye contact she hadn't noticed that she instead basically bared her neck to him, a blood thirsty vampire.

What was wrong with her?

Brown eyes drifted to his hand, it was laying carelessly on the bed beside him and no longer touching her. Hermione knew she should feel relieved but instead she didn't know how to feel.

Instead of addressing the elephant in the room the blonde continues his previous train of thought, "Michael can't handle her… but I can think of someone who would be interested to try."

Trying to calm her no doubt racing pulse which the girl's sure he must hear she asks much more calmly than she feels, "So her and Paul… they happened in one of the loops?" Her eyes still linger on his hand, it's safer than his eyes she decides.

"Well that all depends on what you mean when you say they happened." Her peripheral vision catches his smirk and that tells her more than enough, "You know on second thought I don't want to know."

No she didn't really care about what or who Ginny may or may not have done in an alternate time, there were more important questions than the redhead's love-lust life.

After a beat Hermione opens her mouth intending to get back on track once again. To perhaps ask about her death or Max instead what comes out both shocks her and doesn't, "In one of the loops did something 'happen' with us too?"

His answer isn't immediate and isn't even an answer, "What makes you think that?"

Hermione wants to say that it's because it feels like this has happened before or that she is much too relaxed and casual with him. That it's as if echoes of other lives are effecting her so clearly something had to have happened.

"You seem… very familiar with me is all."

She still can't bring herself to look him in the eye.

"Ah well friends tend to be familiar, wouldn't you agree?"

"Depends on the friend I guess…"

Harry could do this and she wouldn't bat an eye but Ron not a chance. Funnily enough she doesn't know if that would apply to him when they dated or not as he'd never had the nerve to try.

"and I don't think we've known each other long enough..." David's hand shifts, her gaze had been on it making her trail off half-forgetting what she was saying as her eyes follow the movement.

A moment too late she catches onto his calculated plan to lock her eyes with his.

It was like a compulsion once eyes met Hermione was again held captive, "What's long enough for one friend might be different for another." From the way David said 'friend' it was obvious… they hadn't been friends or at least not just friends. They had been something else… something more.

A part of Hermione wanted to figure out what that something was.

The more logical part screamed that it was better not to know.

David's fingertips grazed her neck once again but this time Hermione didn't move away even when she felt his finger nails sharpen. They ran carefully along her neck without cutting the skin. It would be so easy for him to slice her neck open now.

Hermione knew he could easily kill her right now but also that he wouldn't.

How did she know this?

The nails dug into her skin just enough to break the flesh and still Hermione didn't move. She barely even felt the sting.

Then his eyes changed; darkened with anger. His calm façade was gone as was the trance the witch found herself lost in.

"Wha-?" His bloodstained fingers that had been at her neck pressed to her lips cutting her off as his focus was elsewhere. Was it Max or the boys?

Hermione watched different dark emotions flitter across his eyes.

Said eyes were expressive and even now that whatever power they held over her had evaporated she found that she liked to look at them.

David's fingers left her lips and they tingled as he did so.

The vampire sat up reluctantly and turned to her so they were face to face, "Looks like I'm needed elsewhere." He sighed as if the very thought was an inconvenience.

"Did something happen?" Hermione could taste her own blood as she spoke but it barely registered.

"Nothing you need to know right now." David said as he stood from the bed.

While not upset at the wound he'd inflected on her neck for reasons she'd examine later this did vex her so Hermione started to disagree with that statement. David noticed and headed her off, "Meet me at the cave tomorrow night, midnight. I'll tell you more about Max."

While she didn't want to wait she supposed this was a reasonable response.

"...And about my death?" Hermione inquired.

"That too." David wasn't looking at her but she got the distinct impression that he wasn't happy with her question or maybe his answer to it.

Talking about it wasn't something he was too keen on apparently. Too bad she had the right to know, even if the witch kind of didn't want to.

"I don't suppose you'll just tell me now." Hermione pushed.

David looked back at her and dryly answered, "You suppose correctly."

"It was worth a shot."

The vampire didn't seem to hear her or just didn't care.

Hermione felt more than saw his eyes trail up her neck to her lips before he stepped up to her side of the bed. She looked up at him and waited, for what the witch wasn't sure. His face was clouded by the shadows of the night once more.

David leaned down and then there was a light pressure against her lips, his lip touching hers, then his tongue.

As suddenly as his lips were there they were gone.

David pulled back and then he too was gone.

The only evidence that it wasn't a dream was the opened window and the still lingering taste of blood on her lips.

Hermione's fingers reached up but they didn't make contact with her lips instead they traced the small trail of blood left by his nails.

Pulling her hand back she stared at the blood on her fingertips in a daze.

Strangely she felt like licking them.

Instead of second guessing herself the witch did just that.

Author's Note: So yeah that happened and yes there's a reason for it, Hermione's not going crazy (maybe.)

Also, I think I mentioned previously that I skipped at least a day's worth of movie events and didn't realize it until I got too far into the story. I didn't want to rewrite it all so instead I went back and added a few sentences to make sense of the lost time. So yay a plot-hole averted kinda/maybe who knows I probably got at least one somewhere.

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