Important Author's Note: Hi everyone, I'm doing another tw/hp crossover, and I solemnly swear it won't end like the last one.

But once again, I am challenging the Hermione/Edward cliché. Usually, there is some competition between Hermione and Bella. And Hermione wins because essentially, she is the better, kinder hearted human being. Well not this time. Hermione is a Slytherin. OOC from the start- that is the entire point of me writing this fanfic. She's not evil, but she is decidedly Slytherin.

This is my foray into writing, manipulative, bitchy, strong, perhaps completely unlikable characters just because I want to. And I thought why not do it with some of the best loved/well known literary figures of current pop culture. Hermione, Bella, Rosalie and Jessica have come under my firing line. So, be prepared to dislike them and their actions, but hey it might be interesting. That's the aim.
So if you leave a review saying how OOC they are and how I should rewrite it. I will direct you to this AN.

Carry on.

Carlisle sat on the sofa, impossibly elegant as always and face impassive. Esme sat perched at his elbow, her motherly face drawn into an expression of concern.

"We are a family," Carlisle explained in his deep, calming baritone. "We look out for one another. No matter what happens we will stick by one another, because that is what families do, even if the situation we find ourselves in is not…" he paused for a moment. "Ideal."

Esme nodded, her chestnut, Hollywood curls bouncing.

"If you have found your soul mate, then who are we to judge you?" she asked, taking Carlisle's hand in own. "We are your family and we are happy for you. Even if we don't agree with certain actions."

"Exactly, Esme and I will be here for you no matter what happens."

She nods again.

"We had hoped… that your first-" she stopped herself. "It is no matter. You may have thought you found your soul mate once, but now you know the difference. I am sure you will very happy with her. The break-up was a pity that's all."

Alice gasped as she opened her eyes.

Edward's fingers had stilled at the piano keys.

"What is it?" Rosalie asked, rising from her seat by the window and dropping down next to Alice. "Alice, what did you see?" she repeated, more demanding this time.

"One of us isn't with their soul mate," Alice said, her voice strangely hollow. "One of us is going to find someone new… their soul mate."

"But we're all…" Rosalie started, but she trailed off. But we're all with someone.

Alice nodded, and clutched her hand.

"What if it's me and Jasper," she whispered, panic welling within her and bubbling up into her voice.

Rosalie was silent, catching Edward's eye.

"Don't worry about it Alice," she instructed, before rising and retaking her seat by the window.

xxx

Hermione Granger had made it.

She had seen herself through seven years of magical education at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and now she was starting her first solo assignment for her graduate career- freelancing for the C.F. Weasley corporation in conjunction with the British ministry of magic.

Eight years ago she had not even known she was magical, and now here she was, a fully qualified, world renowned witch.

Those seven years at Hogwarts had been tumultuous to say the least, the years interspersed with murderous plots, dark uprisings and rebellion. But through everything, she and her best friend Draco- and her sworn arch-nemeses/ grudging Gryffindor accomplices Potter and Weasley she had overthrown anything which tried to disturb her world.

Even if camping for three months in the same tent as Ronald Weasley was her idea of torture, she had done it, and in so had defeated a Dark Lord, catapulting herself up into the stratosphere of fully-fledged celebrity, a household name in the wizarding world.

Plus, she was the first, and perhaps most memorable Slytherin head girl for three decades- since Draco's mother no less- a duty she would much have preferred to share with him, rather than Potter who was about as useful as a damp piece of bread.

Draco had gone into magical law in the ministry, and in true snake style they had landed and successfully launched a campaign for the promotion of welfare for humanoid species. Draco was staying in the office back in London, but Hermione working under the zoological researcher turned successful entrepreneur Charles Weasley, was going to do the research necessary to back this controversial bill, combining her loves of investigating and writing- with a healthy mix of reading and learning thrown in the mix too. She was going undercover into an American High School after all.

On the 23rd of October- the day she begun she was filled with anticipation.

The town of Forks was a small town, by local standards- but to Hermione who grew up in a small village in Kent the fact it had a supermarket, albeit a small one, made it practically metropolitan.

She had apparated from the Western America Ministry in California, and was immediately stunned by the difference in climate between the two places. Here the dark clouds hung low over the evergreen forest, raindrops still clinging from their needles from the last shower. It was practically like being back in England.

As promised a car, full of her suitcases was waiting for her in the car park behind the small supermarket, a gift from Draco- for work purposes of course. He had wanted to get her a Lamborghini, but instead settled for a modest vehicle which wouldn't look too out of place, even if it was a bit more luxurious than one would expect someone of her age to be driving.

She pulled out of the car park, making sure to stay on the right side of the road- which felt completely alien- and followed the instructions she had been given to find her uncle, Charlie Swan's house.

Charlie was her father's half-brother. Her grandmother had come from Forks, and had a family here before moving to England. Under normal circumstances, Hermione would have never have come to stay- mainly because her father and his older brother had scarcely corresponded for the last twenty years. It took a little bit of magical persuasion for Charlie to forget the resentment he had for his mother, and by extension her 'new' family and the son which replaced him.

Not only was it a convenient place to stay for her research, given the magical community in the area, her cousin, Isabella rumour had it was also dating a vampire- which could give Hermione an edge in observing their relations with humans. In the back of her mind though, she did hope to reunite the factions of her family? Quite simply no.

The thought had never crossed through Hermione's mind.

Isabella was only a little younger than her, and she was posing as two years younger than her actual age so she could attend high school and watch the vampires in a mundane academic setting.

She was excited to meet Isabella, whom she had never met. She knew what it was like to be an only child, Hermione had only one other cousin, an accountant in Aberdeen. She hoped Bella would provide some amusement for her.

She pulled up at the address she had been given, a small house near the edge of the forest.

It was nice enough, fitting for the police chief in this little town. She stopped, blocking in a red Chevy truck which looked like it would fall apart at any moment.

Cautiously she got out of the car, smoothing down her shirt as she did, slightly self-consciously.

The door opened after just one ring, clearly she was expected.

"Hermione!"

The witch felt herself being pulled into a strong embrace.

Evidently when he was being persuaded to take in his niece, the ministry had added a little too much enthusiasm. Hermione return the hug with equal force.

"It's so good to see you," he told her, though they had never met as he pulled back and for the first time Hermione got a good look at her uncle.

Both her father and Charlie must have taken after their mother, for they both sported the same short dark hair, brown eyes and shortly cropped moustaches.

Her father was taller though, and he had not let his trim physique become a victim to take-outs like his older brother must have. Though Hermione knew that was probably down to her mother's health food obsession.

"Thank you so much for having me, Uncle Charlie," she replied, laying it on thick as she beamed at him.

"It's nothing of course, we're family, come in, come in," he said, ushering her through the doorway and into the house, shutting the door on the impending downpour. Hermione couldn't help but smirk at how easy he was to manipulate.

Isabella stood in the doorway to the front room, leaning on the doorframe with a frown, but her gaze and her distaste were directed at her father.

"It's lovely to meet you Isabella," Hermione said, stepping forward. "I'm Hermione."