Ok so this is the new story I'm writing with the lovely SaikohBellaL. It's something I'm enjoying very much, because she's an amazing writer. It won't be on my account for long because we're making a joint account, and when it's up and ready ill let you guys know. We hope you enjoy it, so review and let us know.

Hermione had always been different, not that she had ever told anyone, no way! That would only end in a disaster, to say the least. She'd always hidden what she was, who she was and over the years she'd become good at it – pretending to be normal. She felt the power coursing though her blood, pulsing at her finger tips just waiting to be released. She clenched her fists hard; too much power and only just enough control. She walked through the castle of Hogwarts on a cold, quiet night, the occasional human passed her, but she didn't as much bat an eye towards them as she steadily moved to her destination. The brisk, harsh wind hit her hard when she stepped outside the sleeping castle, wishing she had worn warmer clothes she shivered, but carried on to the Forbidden Forest, where she maneuvered her way through the dense shrug and towering trees. She opened the old wooden door to the abandon shack; she came here to get away from the human commotion, to get away from the temptation of using the power than beat hard at her fingertips. She scoured the messy shack; someone had been here, someone other than her. Who would come here, who would even know it was here – hidden in the depths of a dark forest, lurking with daunting creatures? Hermione sunk her self down onto the dingy couch stuffed into the corner of the shack. Who had been in her shack? Not another creature – no. She had come to an understanding with them that they were not to touch her shack, and besides it smelt like human… a mix between blood and spice, a mix between sweet and sour. She scanned the room for anything else unusual, her eyes landed on three tea cups. She smelt them, they too smelt of humans, not just any humans… one belonged to Severus Snape, the other to Draco Malfoy, it was the third sent from the third cup she could not place - it was the sent that filled the room; the blood and spice. She frowned; she could have sworn she smelt it before, she just couldn't figure out who the smell belonged to. Flashbacks of the battle in the ministry flooded her head, the sound of an insane cackled filled her mind; Bellatrix Lestrange… she was the woman who smelled of blood and spice. Hermione tossed and turned on the couch that she had fallen asleep on, her dreams were quite active. She dreamed of being able to use her powers – her sweet, sweet powers. She dreamed of breaking free from heavy iron chains, she dreamed of seduction that smelled of blood and spice, she dreamed of control. She dreamed of all the things that were just a touch away, all the things she wished she could do, all the powers she wished she didn't have control over. Sometimes she wished her parents hadn't taught her such control, she wanted to unleash the power she possessed; the ability to control, to have. She wanted to break free, to use the power that was rightfully hers, the control she possessed at her very fingertips. Hermione was woken from her sleep at the sound of footsteps outside, she fling her self up at withdrew her wand, she pointed it at the door which opened to reveal the very woman that smelled of blood and spice.