Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, Twilight, or the Southern Vampire Series…I'm just meshing their worlds together and having fun.

AN: I know it's been forever since I updated! Sorry! Here is the next chapter, I hope you like it! Chapter 12 will have more Tom ;p

Hermione's eyes snapped open and she scrambled to pull the red satin sheet to her chest as she stared at the beautiful red head sitting at the foot of Viktor's bed. She glanced down at the empty spot beside her, when the woman spoke.

"He's not here. I didn't want us to be interrupted while we had a little chat; you know, girl to girl." The woman said in a way that sounded like a thinly veiled threat.

Hermione could tell from the intense red eyes, that this woman was a vampire.

"And who are you, exactly?" Hermione asked, not able to keep the accusatory tone from her voice.

The corner of the woman's red lips twitched, as if she found this entire situation amusing.

"I'm Victoria." She said as if that name should have meant something.

Hermione continued to gaze at her, waiting for her to elaborate, and she saw a look of disappointment cross her face.

"Am I to assume that Viktor hasn't told you about me?" she asked, her perfectly arched brows rose in disbelief.

Hermione bit back a smirk at her look of disappointment. Clearly this woman thought she meant more to Viktor than she obviously did…not that she wasn't going to give him a piece of her mind later about this.

"Obviously not." Hermione responded, doing her best to seem unconcerned while being mostly nude covered only by a bed sheet.

"Well, this is awkward." Victoria said as she massaged her temples as if she felt a headache coming on.

"You don't say." Hermione snapped sarcastically as she attempted to reach Viktor's button down shirt with her foot that was lying beside the bed on the floor.

"Oh for God's sake, get dressed!" Victoria snapped n exasperation as she flung the shirt at Hermione, and promptly stood from the bed and turned around to give her some privacy.

Once Hermione was decent, she cleared her throat, and Victoria turned around again and crossed her arms.

"It seems we have a some things to discuss." Victoria said gesturing for Hermione to sit in tone of he chairs at the foot of the bed.

She took a seat, and began to feel uneasy. The question she was most dreading the answer to burst from her mouth before she could stop it.

"How do you know Viktor?"

A slow predatory smile formed on Victoria's lips as she gazed back at Hermione.

"I am his maker. He belongs to me." Victoria answered, watching in amusement as the blood drained from Hermione's face, "Oh, Darling, you didn't think he truly cared about you, did you?"

Anger flooded through her as she stared at the red haired harpy in front of her. Viktor had been so sweet and gentle with her, well…mostly; no, she was lying, she could feel how much Viktor cared for her through their bond.

"Actually, I know he does; and frankly, since you've never once come up in conversation, I'd venture to guess it's you that he doesn't care about." Hermione snapped waspishly, and immediately regretted it when Victoria lunged at her with inhuman speed, stopping only a fraction of an inch from her throat with her fangs bared.

Hearing Hermione's racing pulse and rapid breathing, Victoria smiled. Having made her point, she and exhaled dramatically against Hermione's throat just before she stepped away, and said in a dismissive tone, "Just to be clear, the only reason you're not choking on your own blood right now, is because I happen to like this dress, and I already ate."

Too afraid to open her mouth, Hermione settled for glaring as Victoria paced in front of her.

"Let's ask him, shall we? Viktor! Please join us, won't you, darling?" Victoria called out sweetly, with a sinister smile.

The door opened, and Viktor walked in, refusing to meet Hermione's eyes.

"Darling, I need you to clear up something for me, would you?" Victoria asked sweetly, resting her hand with a little too much familiarity on Viktor's arm.

Viktor's jaw was clenched, and Hermione could see a muscle twitching from the strain, though he still would not meet her eyes.

"This…human thinks she has some sort of claim over you. Tell her who it is that you belong to." Victoria commanded.

A look of shame flitted across Viktor's face before he spoke in a voice so quiet she could barely hear him.

"A little louder, Darling, human's have such limited hearing, and I'm afraid she just couldn't hear you." Victoria smirked triumphantly at Hermione.

"You." He said louder this time, and Hermione felt her stomach drop as she took in his pained expression.

"Viktor, please…tell her…we are bonded…." Hermione pleaded.

Victoria laughed at that, "The bond between human and vampire is like that of a pet; A distraction, nothing more. Eternity is an awfully long time, and even vampires get bored, I'm sorry to say."

When Victoria reached out a hand to stroke Hermione's cheek out of a false sense of pity, it was too much; Hermione glared darkly and focused all her anger on the cold hand resting against her skin as the vampire suddenly shrieked in pain, clutching her blistered hand to her chest.

"You little bitch!" Victoria screamed, once more lunging for Hermione before Viktor restrained her.

"I'll go vith you, just let her go", he said, holding a struggling pissed off vampire in his arms.

"Viktor, please..." Hermione pleaded, a single tear running down her cheek as the reality began to sink in that their relationship was over.

"Edward vill take you home. Please just go, Hermoninny." He said angrily, tearing his gaze from her once again.

Not needing to be told twice, she angrily swiped at the tear that had escaped down her cheek, and pulled on her jeans and flip flops before fleeing the room. Edward and Bella were already outside, when she stepped out onto the porch, and Bella ran over to her enveloping her in a hug. Clearly, Edward knew about Victoria, which pissed Hermione off even more as her eyes sought out his accusingly.

"You knew about this?"

Edward had the grace to look sheepish, and held up his hand in an attempt to calm her.

"Yes, I did. The relationship of a vampire and their maker, well…it's complicated, Hermione." He said opening the car door for them to climb in.

"Does he love her?" Hermione asked bitterly, needing to hear the truth, no matter how much it would hurt.

"No." Edward answered immediately, and she felt herself relax slightly, though she wasn't sure exactly why.

"He is bound to her though." He added.

"So he's basically her slave, then." Hermione said, thinking that the look of shame in Viktor's eyes made a little more sense now.

"Yes, until either she dies, or he does." Edward explained, meeting Hermione's eyes in the rearview mirror.

Hermione stared out the window as the rain fell against the glass in sheets, until her gaze turned back to her friend sitting in the front seat. "What about you? Are you enslaved to someone as well?" she asked on Bella's behalf, not sure if she had broached the topic herself.

"Thankfully no, not in the way that Viktor is. My maker, Carlise, is a good man. He's like a father to me; truthfully, he's a better father than the one I actually had as a human. He would never abuse his power over me like that."

"You're very lucky." Bella whispered quietly to Edward, and Hermione could practically hear the relief in her voice.

"I know. Many vampires find themselves in positions similar to Viktor's. He does care about you, you know. He told me." Edward said, catching Hermione's eyes in the rearview mirror once again as he pulled up in front of the Potter's house.

Hermione swiped another tear form her cheek, and quietly thanked Edward for the ride as she slipped out of the car. Bella followed a moment later, and they padded quietly up the stairs so as to not disturb Effy while she slept.

"Are you alright?" Bella asked, not quite sure what to do as Hermione sat listlessly at the end of her bed.

"Do I look alright?" Hermione snapped, and then grimaced, "I'm sorry, I just didn't realize it would hurt this much." She admitted as her face crumped and the tears began to fall in earnest.

Bella moved over to sit beside her and pulled her into a hug, and just let her cry.

"It doesn't sound as if he had any choice." Bella said, trying to soften the blow.

"It doesn't matter, it's over." Hermione said with an air of finality and grabbed a tissue off of her night stand, "It wasn't meant to be."

When she finally stopped sniffling, she decided to change the subject, "So you and Edward seem to be getting along quite well."

Bella blushed, and couldn't help the smile that spread across her face, "Yeah. He's…something."

"Do you think…" Hermione began before she trailed off, thinking about whether or not she should ask the question.

"What?" Bella asked

"Do you think he'd take us back to Fangtasia? If you asked him?" Hermione asked hopefully.

"Hermione…I don't think that's such a good idea; there's a killer on the loose, not to mention a jealous vampire that now has her eye on you…" Bella said furrowing her brow at Hermione, "Why would you want to go back there? Didn't that vampire there threaten you or something?"

"It wasn't a threat per se, more like a warning, really, but he's the only one who can teach me what I need to know." Hermione sighed.

"Edward will never agree, Viktor would kill him if anything happened to you." Bella said and immediately felt guilty for mentioning Viktor's name.

"Well, I'm no longer Viktor's problem. He can go fuck himself." Hermione spat.

Bella nodded, wisely not arguing and crawled into bed beside Hermione.

"I'll ask him, but promise me you won't do anything stupid, Hermione."

"Hmm." Hermione hummed in agreement before she fell asleep.

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When Hermione woke the next morning, Bella was already gone, having left a note on her bureau.

Hermione,

Sorry I had to run - Dad called to say he needed my help with something and came by early to pick me up, and I didn't want to wake you. Knowing him, it was probably because he needed me to iron a shirt or something; I swear that man is helpless without me. Anyway, I'll text you later – call me if you need anything.

Xo

Bella

Hermione smiled as she read the note, and sighed as she caught her reflection in the mirror. Her eyes were still puffy and red from crying herself to sleep the night before, and she was pretty sure her hair was a lost cause. She hopped in the shower, taking her time to work the snarls from her curly hair, letting the hot water soothe her broken heart. She may not have been with Viktor for very long, but he had saved her life, and she had given him something she had never given anyone else; herself. The whole thing was all the more tragic knowing that he did care about her, but couldn't or wouldn't do anything about it because of Victoria. A whole litany of unspeakable things she wanted to do to that woman coursed through her mind, including sharpening a wooden stake and carving Victoria's name on it, until she finally shook herself from those thoughts and turned off the water.

After throwing on a pair of cut off denim shorts and a tee shirt, she made her way downstairs to find a note on the kitchen table from Effy.

Honey,

Breakfast is in the oven.

Xo

Gran

Hermione pulled the warm plate of pancakes and bacon from the oven and poured herself a cup of coffee before sitting down to eat. Normally, she ate like a bird, preferring to eat just some fruit in the morning, but her gran had a knack of knowing exactly what Hermione needed, when she needed it. And today, she needed these fucking pancakes.

With Black's closed, she took the opportunity to practice her magic as much as she could, and spent the majority of the day holed up in her room breaking glasses and reassembling them with her mind. By dusk, she had managed to reform the glass so perfectly, that it looked like it had never been shattered. She jumped suddenly when her cell phone rang, and answered it without looking to see who was calling, assuming it was Bella.

"Hermoninny…"

At the sound of Viktor's voice, she let out a shaky breath. She wasn't ready to talk to him.

"You don't have to speak, just listen, please…" he begged when she didn't respond.

She bit back a sob, and swiped the tears from her eyes, but didn't hang up.

"I vanted to tell you, so many times…"

This made her angry, "Then you should have tried harder!" she snapped.

He was quiet for a moment, taken aback by the force of her anger, though he had no one to blame but himself.

"I'm sorry, Hermoninny…I Love-" he began before she cut him off.

"Don't you dare say that word to me. Did you sleep with her?"

There was another protracted silence that told her everything she needed to know.

"Goodbye, Viktor." Hermione said as she ended the call.

The force of Viktor's betrayal was like a punch to the gut, and in that moment, she decided that she was going to Fangtasia tonight, with or without Edward's help.