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Broken	By : ThePhantomPixie Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Het - Male/Female Views: 5549 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Reposted. From my other Pen Name 'Pixiekiz'Shipping: Hermione/Jasper (Jasmione) - slight Alice/Jasper in the beginning

Rating: M - Warnings for Language, Explicit content, Adult Themes

Timeline: Set in January 1998 - Pre Bella -

(Hermione's POV)

I doubt my heart has ever come so close to stopping in my entire existence. Not when I was fighting Voldemort's Death Eaters, not when I was avoiding the snatchers on the run. Not even in that first moment when I found out I was a witch. No, I have never come so close to my heart physically stopping than when I was directed to sit specifically next to the vampire. He wasn't even at the very back of the class where I could fake an eye problem and ask to be sat near the front. No, the vampire was right in the middle. Not too close to the door or the window, not too near the front for farsightedness or near the back for short sightedness The bastard was right smack bang in the middle of the classroom.

'Get a hold of yourself Granger! You've faced worse than a lone vampire. And it's better you sitting near him than him near any of the other poor muggles. They don't even know what he is!' Steeling myself for the inevitable, I forced my legs to move. Walking slowly over to the allocated seat, I managed to keep my stare locked on the vampires. His honey golden eyes both mesmerising and terrifying. I tried to glare, I tried with all my might to make sure that he knew I was not pleased with this arrangement but I doubt my meaning was felt. The blank stare I received from the vampire was enough to send chills down my spine. But I was a master at steeling myself. I made myself feel no fear. I felt nothing other than the cooling relief of my own will power forcing me not to open fire in a room full of muggles, unprovoked on a vampire. The temptation was there, though. And it was a difficult fight to suppress it.

Slowly, I sat down beside the still statuesque figure. How no one else noticed him sitting so still and straight I would never know. That said; muggles were not programmed like the young soldier I was. They never had to suffer the injustice of a world trying to purge them from existence. They would never even know of the sacrifice people like me made for them. The countless thousands of lives lost in the past 50 years under the tyranny of a made blood status extremist. Someone who was not about murder for fun. Someone who was not even afraid to destroy his own soul, his very being …

'Enough! Stop this before you give yourself away Granger. Constant vigilance!'

My magic crackled over the surface of my skin. A translucent purple spark acting as a protective measure so that other magical beings knew that I was armed, and dangerous. Muggles however where completely oblivious to this fact, they simply blamed it on a phenomenon called 'Static Electricity'. It was true in a sense. Static electricity was just a by-product of unstable magic.

I chanced a glance at the vampire once I was finally seated. Feeling that no matter how far away I sat from him within the confines of the seating arrangements, I would still feel far too close to him to be comfortable. His eyes had lost their golden colour and even during the time that I was looking at him I watched even more of it meld into a darkness that all-consuming ... tempting ... mesmerising ...

"Miss Granger?" The teacher called me, seemingly for a second time.

"Sorry sir, could you repeat that? I couldn't quite understand it the first time." I lied. Lying was easy. Muggles were so trusting that it was as simple as breathing to lie right through my teeth with no one to suspect me. Of course, that didn't mean that I was going to enjoy what the teacher has to stay.

"Sorry, I had said that it would probably be a good idea for you and Mr Cullen to be partners on this assignment. He's top of this class and I wouldn't want to pressure you into doing something on your own so early on in your education here. I'll arrange for you to work together over the coming months so you won't fall behind in other lessons."

Quite frankly, I don't think I have hated any person more in a single moment since the demise of Voldemort than I hated him right now. But how could he know that he had simply sealed my fate to working beside a vampire, one of the darkest and most dangerous creatures in the magical world. Not even Hagrid was that trusting of them, not after the vampire revolt during the final battle; it seemed that a lot of them were willing to work for Voldemort if given enough muggleborns as compensation.

Not all of them had agreed however, my recognisance after the final battle with the ministry of magic had brought my attention to a large coven of vampires working from Italy, a small town with a large castle - typical - who had refused Voldemort's advances. When he had attempted to persuade them, he found he lost more followers than he gained and it was a worthless trip so left them be. I myself had been visited by one during my time in hiding. He had visited upon the request of Kingsley Shacklebolt. Marcus Volturi. A very quiet man, yet he seemed to be compassionate. A trait I had never before seen in a vampire. He was older than almost any vampire I had ever known, but he told me he was not quite the oldest of his brothers. The elder brother Aro was over 3 millennia. He had been there at the birth of modern civilisation, he had been there during the rise of the Ancient Egyptians and the formation of the Roman Empire, and he was there when all the ancient languages of Babylon were lost.

They had been particularly interested, or somewhat amused at my drive to make equality for all magical creatures – even to some extent, vampires – law. Although they seemed to treat it like a parent would when a child brought home a piece of art work made of pasta and glitter. It was infuriating. However it had created a bridge somewhat between the 'kings' of the vampire realm and the Ministry of Magic, with one addendum. I was to become a vampire before I turned 25. Seemingly, Marcus had taken a very paternal liking to me. After my parents ... he knew I was without anyone and took me as his own progeny. He said he had seen something in me that he had not witnessed since the beginning of the first century AD. I didn't believe him of course, I was no more special than anyone else in the world. That was exactly my reason for fighting for equality.

The communication I had with Marcus had been limited after our original meeting. I had never yet met the other brothers of the Volturi. He had said it was probably for the best that I do not meet them in my state so soon after the war within the magical world. Not that he knew much about it himself, from his understanding the magical world was just trying to balance out their levels of good and evil. But he had no idea that mere children had been trained as soldiers to fight in a war so soon after they began school. Nor could he believe that I was one of the three to defeat the manic wizard. Apparently, women were still seen as weaker in the eyes of vampires. They were not as powerful as their male counterparts. I myself scoffed at this and called him an old soul. He had of course seemed shocked at my words, but he made no further mention of it to me.

"… Oh. Yes, thank you sir." I managed to grind out after a moment. I narrow my eyes at the vampire and fought hard not to simply stand back up and leave the room.

"Fantastic! I'll leave you two to work out the details. Mister Cullen? I do expect Miss Granger to have some input so try to help her." The teacher gave a pleased smile before properly starting the lesson he had planned.

That left us to talk. To 'work out the details'.

My Wand hand was twitching, itching to seek the comfort in the vine wood of her wand. Having retrieved it from the Snatchers after the war had ended she had sought comfort in the familiarity of the wand that had seen her through the brunt of her life and the wand which was not tainted with the evils of the war. She had never truly harmed with her own wand, she had never killed, never tortured.

But I couldn't take it out during the class that would be too obvious. No, I could not break my seal of silence. No one in the muggle world could know about witches and wizards unless in extreme cases where muggles birthed a magical child, or was married to one and produced a magical child through those means. Otherwise, the only people who knew about the magical world were the leaders of the world and each time a new leader came into power the old ones were obliterated of anything concerning the magical world. It was easier that way. Less people to potentially break the silence.

The only reason the magical world had survived so long was due to the silence that had been kept within the magical and muggle realms. No one was to tell the muggles. They would try and harness the magic we had for themselves, become jealous and spiteful like a squib in the world and would possible begin another witch hunt due to the religious fanatics that now governed the world. Their beliefs were somewhat laughable, but with people like Merlin and Morgana acting as deities within my own realm I could understand how the muggles became so concerned with worshiping someone. They needed the security.

Witches and wizards were taught out of such behaviours. If the world did not go in your favour, you dealt with it, not sit back and wait for a higher power to do it for you.

"Jasper." He said simply. His breath seeming to watch over me, it smelled of spearmint … parchment … freshly cut grass …

Shit.

"H-hello." I stuttered out, still trying to keep myself from looking into those rich honey eyes. How a muggle had never noticed them before I would never know. For some reason, I could feel the vampires face shift into a smug smirk. I hated people who smirked. It reminded me so much of Draco Malfoy that it made my stomach knot. The last time I had seen the insufferable git had been during his trial for his part in the war. Of course he had been pardoned under the acknowledgement that he had no choice but to join the ranks of the Death Eaters or suffer a violent death and have his poor parents watch the atrocity.

I had never yet forgiven him, and I doubt I ever would.

"So … boarding school." His attempt at small talk was almost laughable; he seemed to want to speak to me just as little as I did him. But this unfortunate circumstance had literally forced us together.

"How about a deal. We work on the project. We don't need to talk otherwise" I said plainly, finally chancing a glance into his eyes and finding myself become very warm … comforted… My heart started beating faster and I could feel a small tug at my navel. It was not dissimilar to the sensation of using a portkey but it was far less violent. It was almost like I was being drawn toward the vampire. It felt deep rooted, the desire to get closer. Deeper than even my magic could ever reach.

"If that's what you'd prefer."

Bugger!

Winter ... 1861 ... Houston, Texas

The ball was in full swing, the players played and the dancers danced. But all my mamma could concern herself with was the fact that young Master Whitlock has yet to dance with any of the ladies there present. He had stayed at the back of the room, looking longingly outside of the window.

"Go and get yourself over there missy, show that boy what he is missing."

"But mamma I care not for the likes of Master Whitlock, he has nothing that would entertain me nor do we share any interests. He did not even give me a second glance at my own ball, what is there to say he would try and make favour with me tonight?"

"Don't make me have your daddy introduce you himself! You know he's dying to let all the boys know what a fine, handsome lady you're becomin' and he won't mind mentionin' how much you've ... grown of late."

"Oh mamma, please don't! I should hate for all the men to poke fun at me. I did not ask to grow this summer, I swear I didn't!"

"Well get yourself ready, 'cause Old Mister Whitlock himself is headin' on over and I don't want you playing the old maid card already!"

Sighing, I replied with "Yes, mamma" before giving a low dip at my knee as Mister Whitlock passed, tipping his hat at me. I did not care much for balls myself, I did enjoy music but I was forever without a partner to dance and It made me somewhat of a figure to dismiss. When people saw me without a partner to simply dance with, they assumed there was something particularly horrid about me to stop them asking themselves. And here I had to go up to the young Master Whitlock himself and try and make good my mammas wish to show him how good a wife I could have made.

Unfortunately, it seemed I was doomed to be interrupted all night.

"Well, well, well lookie here. What kind of a belle walk's about without her chaperon? Wouldn't want her to come to any harm now, would we?"

"Mister Williams, I did not suspect that you would be in attendance tonight." I replied coolly trying to ignore the shiver of fear that ran down my spine as I watched the man's leering gaze. It did not escape me that his eyes became transfixed upon my bosom, it had filled rather much within the past months and I had become most ashamed of it. Dignified women did not possess large bosoms, only harlots and women of the night had use of them and for a girl of class such as myself it tempted men such as Mister Williams to no end, in ways I dare not think. "But where, may I ask if your wife, sir? Is she too in attendance?"

"No. she has come down with a chill and is quite unwell, so I am here on my own I must confess."

"What a shame, I do wish her well. You will pass on my good wishes, will you not? I shall not keep you sir, as it must be a terrible trouble to entertain someone of my age when one has such worldly things to speak of." I groused out the words, willing the man to take the hint and leave me be. Alas, it was not how the fates had my night planned.

"Now, who said you were keepin' me? I might even say I enjoy our time spent together. 'Could say I fancy getting acquainted with such a ... spirited young woman." His leer dropped once more to my bosom and I could not hide my disgust for much longer.

"Be that as it may, I doubt you'll be makin' any friends standin' talkin' when the rest of the men are playing their cards in the drawing room. I don't think Mister St. James will be too pleased to know someone overlooked his games for the likes of a mere girl. So I shall let you-"

"-Oh no you don't!"

With a small shriek I was grabbed by the arm and dragged out of the main reception room, away from my intended target who I doubt had even noticed my approach. Mister Williams only stopped dragging me harshly behind him once we were both outside and I tried to pull my shawl tighter around my shoulders against the autumn nip in the air. Though days were warm in the Texas sun, without clouds the night was bitterly cold. The man chuckled in a way that caused my stomach to churn horribly and I sneered at him, trying in vain to release myself from the painful grip he had on the top of my arm without attracting too much attention. It was difficult, the leering he continued to do made me sick to my stomach and I was so close to panic that I felt the tingling underneath my skin grow with each passing second.

I willed the tension to leave; I closed my eyes and prayed that I did not have a mishap as I had done before.

"Release me at once!" I growled, frantically clawing at the man's hand and watching his smirk grow even more lecherous. He was not a dignified gentleman, Mister Williams. My father had once before warned him off me as he had attempted to coax me into visiting him at night for 'a little company'. I did not need to be an educated girl to understand exactly what he meant by that. Now that I was a few years older and having had my own Debutante ball I could be classed as a woman, no longer a mere girl. "I demand that you release me sir!" I said, louder. I was worried at what would happen to me now, I had no protection from my parents and I could not control my unexplainable gift for things, but I felt that this time it would be far worse than shattering the glass bowl on the mantle after I had been yelled at by my parents for reading a book that spoke of other religions. They did not understand; my parents. I was not a normal girl. I could not be the true southern belle they desired me to be and there was no way of knowing when my gifts would surface.

With an almighty shove I was thrown to the ground. No longer within the terrifying man's grasp. However his eyes told me he was not someone who would back down so easily from a woman's command.

"Someone needs to teach you to keep that pretty mouth of yours shut. Until I find something more useful for it to do..."

Shrieking again, I scrambled back away from him, nursing the pain in my arm as a large bruise rose to the surface of my skin. I did not care for how my dress looked, nor how uncomfortable it was in my corset. I was frightened, not an emotion I was used to feeling and it scared me right to my very core ... the emotion drifted so far into my very being that I felt something stir...

Just as the man went to grab for the bottom of my dress, I let out an almighty shriek, sobbing and pushed my hands out to stop him.

Only ... I pushed him.

Hard.

There was a bright burst of yellow light from my hands that I myself drew them back in fear, but Mister Williams was propelled back, his eyes wide in shock before he landed very harshly on his rump, letting out a disgruntled sound as he did so.

"Little bitch!" He roared, scrambling to his feet and lunging for me, the look of a mad man in his eyes and I cried out in fear. I was shocked by his language, I was shocked by his behaviour; and I was shocked that someone tackled the man to the ground and began attacking him in a manner most vicious. I looked out toward the door to the back of the large house and watched as a small crowd rushed out to see what the commotion was. I could not believe it myself when I saw who it was who had saved me.

"Jasper Whitlock, release that man at once and explain yourself!" The man's father roared, his face turning a very undignified shade of purple as he tried to haul his eldest son off what I presumed to be a very good friend. The look on Master Whitlock's face however, remained murderous.

"I see no man here father! A man does not attempt to force a turn on a young woman. A man-" he spat the word out at Mister Williams "- does not harm a woman for his own gain and a man, does not use cuss. I will happily restrain myself father, but I see no man to release!"

Never before had I felt such stirring feelings inside me, I could almost hear my heart beating frantically within my bosom, pressing out against the constricting corset bones that held my small frame. I was exhilarated, I was terrified.

I was in love.

(Jaspers POV)

She smelled so intoxicating! I could feel venom pooling inside my mouth and I forced myself to swallow it back, the burning in my throat a mere discomfort as I kept my eyes locked on hers. I was disappointed that she did not care for chatter, but now that I could look into her eyes, her beautiful coffee coloured eyes. She was beautiful.

The small dusting of freckles across her nose, her chestnut coloured hair intermixed with stands of pure fold, she was a picture to behold. And the way she held herself reminded me of someone, but I could not remember who.

It was strange for a vampire to not remember something, but it was also strange for a vampire to be knocked unconscious.

After what felt like hours of just looking at her I dared taking a breath. Normally, it was not a smart move for me, my control around humans was sketchy at best and it made it all the more difficult. However I was not hit with the normal desperate need to consume all the humans in the room, instead all I could smell was her ...

-Ring, Ring, Ring-

I cursed the cellular telephone once more and apologised to the teacher before he even had the chance to reprimand me.

'Young whelp. I'm old enough to be his great great grand-daddy and he has the cheek to "punish" me.'

I looked down at the little machine and was shocked to find a message from Peter ... Though we were brothers by venom, our sire being the same deranged mad-woman; it was not often he kept in touch. Time was lost on vampires.

"Don't freak out. You'll know soon enough."

... Cryptic bastard!

Putting the phone back into my pocket I returned my gaze to Hermione, only to find that the stick was out again and she was muttering something I did not understand under her breath. A pale blue whisp erupted from the very end of the stick and had I not been a vampire I would never have seen how quick it covered the both of us before disappearing. It lasted no more than a tenth of a second and it was gone.

What had she done to us! My eyes narrowed on her and I tried to scent out the strange cloud that had washed over my skin only to find that the scent that permeated the area around her had gotten heavier. It smelled heavenly; it was like I was tasting something other worldly, something magical. I had never before come across such a scent.

"Calm down. I just didn't want the mu-... the others, to notice us. It's not like we need any more attention." She said with a slight edge to her voice. It didn't sound like this was going to end well. I was glad this was the final class for the day, as I would need to get away from this girl before I did anything too drastic.

"I just wanted to know if you feel it and I need to be wary of you, or whether I'm just mad." She forced out, the words sounded physically painful to her and I could see written on her face the despair. Not that I needed to look at her, it was rolling off her in waves. Despair, Fear, Anger, Panic, Confusion and... Intrigue. An odd combination. What was it about her that was so different; no other human could feel like she did. Her emotions were so raw; humans refined their through years of pampering and expression. Drama students were some of the cleanest with their emotions, able to school them away inside to reflect their desired persona. But Hermione, hers were like that of a child. So powerful, so raw and so clear that I could almost taste her emotions on my tongue. It was thrilling to find someone like her. And also terrifying, I had no doubt anymore that she knew, or at least had an idea of what I was. What my coven were. And that was something remarkably dangerous.

"Feel what?" I asked, whispering. She was speaking so normally! What was the point of telling me she didn't want anyone to notice us when she was talking so easily, not even the hint of a whisper?

"You don't need to whisper. They can't hear us. They won't be able to notice us until I remove the spell."

"Spell!?" I asked, blanching and pulling away from her. Frantically looking around me and noticing, quite correctly that not a single person was even letting their eyes drift in our direction. It was like we did not even exist.

"Don't play dumb, Vampire. It doesn't suit you." She sneered. She did know! This is why I thought pretending to be a human was too dangerous! We would all have ourselves killed if this stupid human let our little secret slip. I was going to have to convince Carlisle that putting the coven in danger like this was stupid.

"Don't play games you can't win... whatever you are! Now what did you do!" I growled, trying hard not to let my own anger project. That would not be a good plan. I could feel my breathing get heavier; her scent was not as strong. But it did not mean I couldn't hear the steady thrum of the blood rushing through to her organs. Fuelling her weak human body.

"Hmm ... you must be a newborn-"

"You take that back!" I growled, louder. Letting my lips curl back over my teeth as I hissed in a low tone at the, for some reason ... unafraid human. "I am old enough to be your great grandfathers, grandfather!"

"Then stop acting like you've never met a witch before. Our kinds have co-existed for millennia." She growled back, I saw something flash in the back of her eyes, an intense flash of red that reminded me so vividly of my own before I took up the diet of the Cullens. However, It was got after a second, leaving me to wonder if I had been seeing things, if I had been mistaken. But I was never wrong. It did not ease me any more than it did intrigue me. However we were cut short when the bell interrupting us and I watched her wave her hand, curling her fingers slowly toward her palm before turning her hand over and muttering again.

It was like I had gotten water cleared from my ears, everything was crystal clear once more and I looked back at the girl with even more distrust as I watched her pack her things up.

As she stood to leave I grabbed her by the arm and felt a rush jolt through me. I did not loosen my grip.

"Oh no. You have alot of explaining to do."
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