Short Summary:

One is a vampire. One is human.

Long Summary:

Hermione Granger is not who they think she is. She's a three thousand year old vampire and she has a mission. To protect the Boy Who Lived, Harry Potter. But when someone jeopardises the objective, she must make herself known as she truly is.

Rating: R

Ship: Hermione/?

Mission

Prologue

There is a war that has been going on for the better half of a century. It is a war that a childish brat, better known as the Dark Lord or Lord Voldemort, started. It is a war that a baby child brought an end to sixteen years ago. That same infant-turned-boy also was a key player in the Dark Lords return. Two and a half years ago, the boy, Harry Potter, saw what happened at the graveyard. The graveyard that Voldemort was restored to power at.

For two and a half years, the light side has been gathering forces to do battle against the forces of dark. Little does the light side know of what they are up against.

As for me? I am a three thousand year old vampire. You could say I was among the first. My sire, Maurice, was the first vampire I ever met. There are hundreds of us out there.

I am currently hiding among the magical folk in the Wizarding School. It is not hard for me to do as I was part of the magical world when Maurice changed me. The reason for my presence here at this school is that I am currently on a mission. In present day London they would say I was nineteen years old. Although I am classed as an Ancient, I have more power than that of my maker.

Anyway, back to the story.

I am on a mission to protect Harry James Potter at all costs. I must not fail. To protect Harry Potter, I had to reverse my ageing process, making myself look as if I was eleven years old when I met him.

I have had several alias' since I became a vampire. But mostly my given name has remained the same. My given name is also part of my current alias.

I must not fail, for my current alias is Hermione Granger.

Chapter One

I was staring at Harry James Potter with something akin to shock. My jaw had nearly hit the floor, it was hanging so low. Finally catching myself as I fell, I stuttered as I spoke. "Y-you're joking. Are-aren't you?"

My chestnut brown eyes flew to his emerald green orbs when he confirmed what I had been dreading. "Nope. He's still in the hospital wing from the pounding he got from Crabbe and Goyle." he ran a hand through his untidy jet black hair.

I sighed. "So what did Malfoy say?"

Harry reached over and pried my hands apart: they were clasped so hard my palms had begun to bleed. "You're not going to like it, 'Mione, so I'm not going to repeat it."

I hung my head; my chocolate curls hid my face from view. "Was it that bad?" I asked, raising my head.

Virginia Weasley, Ron's only sister, sat next to Harry. Her hair was a brilliant red and as she looked at me, turning those blue eyes at me, I could tell she'd heard everything that had been said between Draco Malfoy and Ronald Weasley. Her eyes held a sort of mocking pity – aimed at me.

"Yep, it was that bad." Harry said as he took Virginia's hand and squeezed it.

I sighed again and made to stand up. "Well, I'll be off. I will not shirk my duties as Head Girl because my best friend decided to be gallant for once."

Harry laughed softly and turned his gaze back to me. "He just can't bear to see you insulted and not there to stand up for yourself."

"He just wanted to get Malfoy for once, and instead Crabbe and Goyle got him." I raised an eyebrow mockingly. "Stupidity. I can handle Malfoy – it's Ron who can't handle himself. Ta ta for now," I said and waved.

Well, I was going to shirk my responsibilities for once. I wasn't going to patrol the halls. Nor was I going to Ron. Instead, I was going to Malfoy.

He was passing the Ravenclaw dormitories when I found him. I did not need any light to see him patrolling the hall as he was. His back was to me and I crept up behind him silently.

Falling into step with the blonde Head Boy, my expert eye took in everything about him. Tall – 6'1. Slender. Great body. Square chin. Aristocratic nose. Steely grey eyes. Blonde hair that was cut to his shoulders.

I smirked. "So what did you say to make Ron attack you?"

Malfoy chuckled and grinned. "I'm sure you'd want to know the truth about your sex life."

My smirk widened. If only he knew. "Pray tell, what do you know about my sex life? What truths could you unveil?"

The seventeen year old wizard next to me stopped and looked at me. "Oh, that your sluttiness has increased hundred fold in the last six months. I asked Weasel if it was his fault or Pot Heads. That, of course, was the edited version."

I stopped walking and lowered my voice to just the right tone. "So would you like a piece of this slut?"

Something in his eyes flashed – was it lust? I could read his thoughts like an open book. And his book just happened to be on sex.

"Who knows, it might be good." I added. I haven't had sex for seven years and lately I've been experiencing growing urges. If I got this out of my system, I could go another seven. Sex lost its appeal to me two thousand years ago.

Malfoy's mind was still on erotica and the sort. So, I added fuel to the fire. My hand slowly trailed up my stomach, to my collar. My fingers began to undo my blouse buttons. I was wearing only the school shirt, tie and skirt – plus my underwear – and my boots (three inch heels). Conveniently enough my skirt had ridden up during my brisk walk to this place.

His jaw clenched and unclenched. He looked about ready to throw me against the stone wall and fuck then and there. But he didn't. Instead he uttered a name I had not heard him say in a year. "Mudblood-" his eyes swept my body, lingering longest on my partly exposed breasts "-as much as I would like a taste of Weasleys fuck toy, I really—"

He was cut off by my fist slamming into his jaw. I did not hit him hard enough as I should have. I hit him hard enough to knock all his teeth out. He'd have a nice job trying to explain that to Madam Pomfrey, the school nurse. I did not enjoy being insulted in that way. "You know," I said crouching so my eyes were level with his from where he had fallen, "you ought to get your facts straight before you accuse a person of a crime."

Blood trickled out of his mouth. Although I am a vampire, I do not need blood to survive. But as I saw more blood spew from his mouth, I felt the hunger return. I reached across and pulled Malfoy to me. My tongue plundered his mouth. My lips moved to the red liquid gathering on his lips and sucked the blood that had begun to swirl around his mouth. His teeth were loose in their gums. I knew I was causing him pain, but he did not flinch, nor did I care.

My hands found their way into his hair. His soft, silky blonde hair. His hand went to my waist and he began to trace little circles on my skin with his fingertips.

Unexpectedly, Malfoy's body tensed. He pushed me away from him, making me fall back onto the cold stone floor.

"Filth. Stay away from me, Mudblood." He ground out through his toothless mouth.

Glaring at his back as he gathered himself to walk away, I could not help but smirk once again. He had enjoyed that, every little bit as much as I had.

I laughed at him. His two black eyes and broken nose portrayed the look of…well, I couldn't quite say what he looked like, but it sure was funny. The school had a policy of not healing injuries caused by fist fights.

Ron looked miserably proud. "You would have hit him, too, if you knew what he was saying."

When had Harry and Ron agreed on not telling me what Malfoy said behind my back? I need not have worried, anyway. I have dealt with the problem.

I shook my head at what Ronald Weasley was saying. "Would I? Pray tell, what was he saying?" my brown orbs locked on his blue ones.

"I'm not going to repeat it." My eyes narrowed at him, and my voice was deathly quiet.

"I was afraid of that." Harry entered the hospital wing and I raised my voice. "I don't understand why you are adamant in not telling me what goes on behind my back. I can handle my own out there in the world. I'm not a child. Tell me what he said." Neither of them said anything.

Ron ran a hand through his short red hair. Harry looked down. "Weasley, Potter, good day to you." I said and walked away from Ron's bed. Somehow, in the commotion that Malfoy had started yesterday, Ron had broken his leg. As a result, he was still hospitalised. I had finished my Arithmancy class little over half an hour ago and Harry had just come from lunch.

Harry caught my arm as I walked past him. "'Mione, please, we are just trying to protect you."

I scoffed. "I don't need your protection, Potter." You need mine. "Good day." I inclined my head as I pulled my arm out his grasp.

As luck would have it, I had Care of Magical Creatures next. It was a class that Harry, Ron and I shared – with the Slytherins. The sun doesn't bother me as much as it used too. I guess it comes from being over three thousand years old.

As I walked to Hagrid's hut, I saw Malfoy standing behind Crabbe and Goyle. His arm was hanging around Pansy Parkinson's shoulders. My step slowed as I passed him. I heard his voice as if it were as clear as day, although he whispers. It was ever so soft. "Fucking bitch."

I smirked once again – my smirk was becoming popular. "Nice to see your teeth have been replaced." I inclined my head.

My attention was drawn to the far side of the paddock. "My god." I whispered. Hagrid had managed to get a Cerberus. A Cerberus was a three headed, dragon tailed dog. I did not know how he had gotten it, nor did I care. I was only concerned for the safety of the students.

"HAGRID." I yelled.

"'Ermione, good t' see ya." He called jovially when he stepped outside of his home.

"Do you know what you have there, Hagrid?" I asked, motioning towards the pen where the Cerberus was chained.

"Well, yea. I 'ad imagined it would be a grea' lesson. Don' ya think, 'Ermione?"

I closed my eyes and breathed deeply, when that would not do, I counted to one million under my breath – ten was clearly not enough when dealing with Rubeus Hagrid. "You do know they are one of the more dangerous creatures, don't you Hagrid?" I looked up at his small black eyes. His matted black beard was really beginning to annoy me.

"Look, 'Ermione, I can take care of it, if the need arose. Don' worry 'bout it."

I sighed. Famous last words.

"I TOLD YOU THIS WOULD HAPPEN." I screamed at Hagrid. He had the decency to look ashamed of himself. Because of Hagrid's love of rare and dangerous creatures, Seamus Finnigan, Blaise Zabini and Pansy Parkinson were hospitalised.

"Look, Hagrid… this is the third time you've brought in something incredibly dangerous that has attacked a student…" Hagrid's bottom lip wobbled and tears began to well in his eyes. "…you just can't keep doing this…" my voice softened. The first time Hagrid had brought in an extremely dangerous creature was back in third year. It had been Hagrid's first class and the creature for the day had been a Hippogriff. It had attacked Malfoy after he had insulted it's intelligence (I didn't really blame Hagrid for that one). The second time was during sixth year – he had gotten hold of a pair of Manticores. Needless to say, the pair had gotten loose somehow and had attacked a group of fourth years. And now this…

I didn't want to think about it.

It was too painful.

"You oaf, I'll have you fired this time for sure."

"Oh, bugger off, Malfoy." I snapped at the man behind me. "Your father has no power here. Leave him be."

I turned around. Malfoy was standing less that a foot away from me.

"Was I asking you, Mudblood? My best friend is now in the infirmary because of the stunt the half-giant pulled."

I glared at him. "What stunt? Your girlfriend said that the Cerberus was a monster that never should have been put on the earth!"

"Your head is so far up your arse, Granger, you don't know what's going on."

I felt Harry bristle beside me – he had come to my aide when he saw Malfoy start. "One of my best friends is in the hospital wing because of you – we're even. Now shut the hell up." Harry said. He glared daggers at Malfoy.

Seamus Finnegan is a Gryffindor. Hagrid had assigned groups of three for the new project we were supposed to be doing (involving the Cerberus). Unintentionally or not, Seamus had ended up with Pansy Parkinson and Blaise Zabini. Ron was supposed to be with Crabbe and Goyle, but since he had not been at the lesson, he did not know. I went to Parvati Patil and Malfoy. Harry got stuck with Lavender Brown and Millicent Bulstrode.

So, as I was visiting Seamus in the hospital wing, Malfoy and the other seventh year Slytherins were there, too.

I must confess – before you hear about it otherwise – that Malfoy and I share a common room. I get to see him every second hour of the day. Now you know why we fight so much.

Harry was standing a couple of feet in front of me, looking at a sleeping Ron. That boy could sleep through a nuclear bomb if he had the time. Come to think of it, he would probably also eat through one.

I put my arms around Harry's waist and leaned into him. His presence was comforting.

I had been thinking since our fight earlier. Although, at times, it was a little uncalled for, I understood that they mean well. I was not going to push for something I could not have. Besides, there's a lot more going on in the world than fights between the best of friends.

"I'm sorry," I whispered into Harry's ear. He turned slightly in my embrace.

"Whatever for?" he asked. His eyes softened immensely. "Ron and I have been talking. We have agreed that you should not have been kept from the truth." When he saw my protest coming, he placed a finger on my lips, thus silencing me. "We'll tell you what he says to some degree."

I blinked owlishly. Should I tell him? Yeah. "Look, Harry, I doubt very much that anymore will be said about me – from him that is. I have dealt with the problem and I am sure of it."

"Hermione-" Harry was cut off by – lo and behold – Malfoy.

"How touching. Little Miss Slut and Boy Wonder. What would the female Weasel say if she were to see this scene?"

Harry tensed. "She wouldn't say anything, Ferret. She knows Hermione and I are best friends."

Malfoy smirked. Lord, I'm going to hit it off him one day – soon. Instead of saying anything in reply, he walked out of the infirmary.

I put Malfoy out of my mind and let go of Harry. It was a Friday and Care of Magical Creatures had been the last class of the day – class finished early on Friday's. "It's a Hogsmeade weekend, isn't it?"

Harry made a sound in reply. Suddenly his eyes flew to mine. "How could you not know that? You're Head Girl. You should know this stuff before the Headmaster announces it."

I tilted my head slightly. "There is the odd occasion that I forget something useful. I take you're going with Virginia then?"

Harry quirked a brow at me. "I'm getting the distinct impression that you two no longer like each other."

I felt the blood rushing to my face. "That's none of your business."

Harry chuckled. "It's true, then. All women secretly hate each other." His eyes danced. "Yeah, I'm going with her." He quickly changed the subject when he saw my eyes narrowing. "How long until Ron gets out?"

Grateful for the subject changing, I answered. "Madam Pomfrey should be releasing him tonight. Are you going to wait for him? I need to freshen up." Harry nodded his head and looked at Ron. "I'll be back in about an hour. I'll see you then?" he nodded his head and I left.

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