Hi, this is chapter two. I managed to update asap. I hope you enjoy this and I'm sorry if the next few chapters seem rushed but I want to get them out of the way before the plot thickens.

Chapter Two

The Mirror

Hans stood before his second year Defence Against the Dark Arts class, his eyes roaming over every student. "Vampires are very dark creatures." He began. "Hey, I resent that!" Hermione objected from the back of the class. Hans rolled his eyes.
"Anyway, there are two types of Vampire. The red eyed Human Drinkers and the topaz eyed Animal Drinkers." He continued as if Hermione hadn't interrupted him at all.

"We prefer Vegetarians." Hermione piped up again. Hans scowled at her. "Everyone, please meet my good, but annoying, friend, Hermione Cullen. She is a 'vegetarian' Vampire, as you may have guessed from her comments."

Hermione stood up and waved at the students. The class gasped and stared at the beauty and war heroine before them.

Whispers flew around the classroom as the Purebloods and Half-Bloods told the stories of Hermione Granger, now Cullen, to those who didn't know the story at all. Hermione huffed and moved at Vampire speed to Hans' side.

Hans jumped a little and playfully glared at her. Hermione shrugged and leaned against his desk. "Must you do that?" Hans asked. Hermione's face broke out into a smirk. "But it's so much fun. Besides, its like when you first exposed me."

Hans flinched at the memory. "Well I didn't know you then." He protested. Hermione patted his arm. "It's okay, I forgive you." She smiled.

The class progressed really quickly, even for Hermione, and soon it was lunch. Seeing as she didn't need to eat, Hermione excused herself to explore the castle she once resided in.

She was meandering aimlessly down a random corridor on the sixth floor when she felt a strange pull towards on the classrooms. Hermione tried to dismiss it and was almost succeeding until curiosity got the most of her and she went to investigate.

A mirror stood harmlessly in the middle of the room gathering dust. It had strange runes round the frame and Hermione moved closer without realising it. She took it all in and gasped. It was the Mirror of Erised.

Hermione took a step back, remembering how Harry's story of how he had been drawn into it because he saw his parents. She couldn't let the same happen to her. Harry was but a boy and human so couldn't stay there forever, but Hermione literally could.

The power of the mirror drew her closer once more and she soon found herself staring into the glass before she could remember what was going on. But by then, it was too late and she was enthralled.

Hermione stared as the images of Edward, Esme, Carlisle, Alice, Jasper, Emmett and Rosalie took form. Beside Edward was herself. She was smiling broadly and in her arms was a topaz eyed, pale child of about two years old.

The little girl was a perfect mix of Edward and herself. She had her mother's curls, but a little tamer than Hermione's original bushy mop, and they were Edward's bronze colour. She had Hermione's mouth and Edward's strong nose. She was beautiful.

As she watched, Edward's image leaned over and kissed the child's cheek. The little girl laughed and Hermione swore she could hear it. Alice's image danced over to the child and put a bow into her curls. Emmett then scooped her out of Hermione's arms and twirled her around while the family watched.

A pang ran through her at the thought she would never have that. It was enough to bring Hermione out of her trance. Backing away from the Mirror, Hermione ran at Vampire speed to the Great Hall. She was beside Hans in a minute. "I need to go home. I'll talk to you tomorrow." She whispered in his ear.

Hans nodded and Hermione sped out of the hall and school grounds. She made her way to the Cottage in Hogsmede that the Cullens still owned. They had decided not to move back to America as they were happy in England where everyone knew what they were and they didn't need to hide.

Edward was lounging on the sofa in his and Hermione's room when his wife burst into the room. She flew into his embrace, acting as vulnerable as she had been when she was human and first came to Forks.

"Hush, Love. What's wrong? What happened?" He asked, stroking Hermione's curls. Hermione explained about the Mirror and shuddered as she dry sobbed. Edward cradled his wife and whispered words of comfort to her.

Suddenly, her breathing changed tone and her eyes slid shut. Worried Edward shook her and Hermione didn't respond. "Hermione? HERMIONE!" He cried in anguish, praying desperately that his wife would be okay. It was like she was sleeping, but Vampires couldn't sleep.

Please Read and Review. So, something has happened to Hermione. Is she, by some miracle, really sleeping? Or is there something sinister going on? Tune in next time and I will try to update ASAP, but I am busy with 6th form.