A/N: this little story is AU characters may be a little OOC and maybe some wishful thinking was added to make this story possible; for I am not the brilliant J.K Rowling's

A Sirens Song

Chapter 1

The home of the Weasley's was rather busy; Harry had already arrived earlier in the morning. Ron was running around crazily talking about how much he hoped that the Irish would win the Quidditch World Cup. The twins were making trouble for their mother, who was in the kitchen cooking up a feast of a breakfast. Ginny was sitting, and waiting rather impatiently for Hermione to arrive.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door, Ginny raced to open it, and there stood a girl about 5'3" long brown curly hair, that reached her waist, it was neither frizzy nor messy. Her face was pretty and soft, you could see the tan she had gotten over the summer where her freckles used to be. In her delicate small hands, she held an overnight bag that had most likely been charmed to hold numerous amounts of supplies.

Ginny launched herself at the girl standing in the door way. Hermione was startled only for a second, and then she hugged the girl in return. "It's good to see you too Ginny," Hermione said.

"Oh Hermione," Ginny cried, "please save me from all this testosterone. They're driving me completely and utterly mad!"

"I didn't expect anything less, from the Weasley males," Hermione said, "what about Harry? Is he driving you mad as well?"

"Well no," Ginny said, "he's ignoring me completely."

"I highly doubt that Ginny," Hermione said, "what you need to do is show him what a fine young woman you are. Then he won't be able to ignore you."

"And how do you propose I do that?" Ginny asked.

"Well you get all dolled up, nothing to major of course, and then when he pays some attention to you, you blatantly ignore him." Hermione said.

"Do you really think that'll work?" Ginny asked.

"Of course, it will," Hermione said, "it's how my mother won over my father, and he's 5 years older than her."

"What are you talking about dears? Ginny dear, why don't you let Hermione come in and have a seat." Molly said. After they sat down, Molly asked again what they were talking about.

"Well Ginny was saying how Harry wasn't paying any attention to her, and I told her that after we get his attention she should ignore him. It's how my mother won over my father. He's 5 years her senior."

"Yes," Molly said, "it'll work, that's how I gained your fathers attention. Isn't that right dear," she said when Mr. Weasley walked into the room.

"What's that dear?" Mr. Weasley asked.

"I was just telling the girls that I landed you by gaining your attention and then blatantly ignoring you afterwards."

"Yes," Mr. Weasley said, "I believe that's how it was done. She would get all dolled up, and then she would prance around with the other girls and then when I would talk to her she would ignore me. Until one day when I had, had enough of being ignored and I kissed her right on the lips at the start of our 7th year. Let's just say that she didn't ignore me anymore after that." He leaned over and gave Molly a kiss on the cheek before getting up and walking into the other room where the twins were.

"See," Molly said, "it'll work. Now why don't take Hermione upstairs and get her settled, and then you can change and come down for something to eat, I believe that Mr. Weasley has planned to take you somewhere special this afternoon."

"Of course, mum," Ginny said.

"Thank you for having me Mrs. Weasley."

"Of course," Molly said, "anytime dear."

Hermione fallowed Ginny up to her room, when they passed the twins. They called out to her, "hey Hermione," and after she passed they did a double take. "Hermione? Hey Hermione, come back here!"

"Yes, Fred, George?" she asked, "something the matter?"

"You look different," George said.

"You think so?" she asked. The fact of the matter was that she hadn't intentionally done anything to change herself. Her hair had managed to be less fluffy and messy all on its own. She and her parents had spent part of the summer in Italy. She had managed to get the tan, and her hair seemed to settle down all on its own.

"You look really good," Fred said, "what did you do different?"

"Nothing really," Hermione said, "my parents and I spent most of the summer in Italy and my hair just sort of settled all on its own."

"Well you look absolutely divine," George said.

"Soon you'll be beating the boys off with sticks," Fred said.

"I highly doubt that it will get that bad," Hermione said.

The girls excused themselves and proceeded up the stairs once again to Ginny's room. Once again, they were intercepted by another red headed Weasley boy. "Hermione," Ron said, "when did you get here? Never mind that, how was your summer?"

"My summer was good, we my parents and I spent most of the summer in …" before she could finish what she was saying, Ronald The-Stupid-Red-Headed-Weasley-Boy, had interrupted once again.

"That's nice Hermione," Ron said excitedly, "I'm so excited, and the Irish are so going to win the Quidditch World Cup."

"Ron," Ginny said, "is that all you ever think about?"

"No," Ron said, "I've spent a lot of time thinking about what I want to eat for lunch."

"Your hopeless," Ginny said, "come on Hermione let's go."

"What's wrong with them?" Harry asked.

"I don't know," Ron said, "so about them Irish…"

After Ginny got Hermione settled into their room, they went back down stairs for breakfast or as it was now 11:00 am it was more of a brunch.

When Ginny and Hermione flounced into the room, Ron and Harry were the only ones that hadn't noticed the changes going on with Hermione.

After they were finished eating, Arthur, stood up and said, "all right you lot, get finished we've got somewhere to be."

"Where do you think we're going?" Ginny whispered to Hermione.

"I don't know," Hermione said, "but I bet it'll be somewhere more exciting than here."

They stood up and followed the boys outside, "Come on," Arthur said ushering them, "this way lets go."

Arthur leads the way to an old boot that sat in the middle of a clearing, "Everyone grab hold," Arthur said, "wait just a second were missing someone."

"Who are we missing, Da'," George asked, "We're all here."

"Were waiting for the Diggory's," Arthur said, "I work with Amos Diggory at the Ministry, and I believe his son Cedric is in his 6th year."

"Are we late?" Mr. Diggory asked.

"No, my friend, your just on time," Arthur said.

"Perhaps before we go we should make introductions," Hermione said, "oh I hope I didn't speak out of turn."

"No dear it's quite all right," Arthur said, "kids this is Amos Diggory and his son Cedric Diggory,"

"Hello," everyone said.

"Cedric, Amos, these are some of my children, George, Fred, Ronald, and Ginny." Arthur said, putting him hand on Harry's shoulder and then jesting to Hermione, "this here is Harry Potter, and this young lady is Hermione Granger."

"It's nice to meet you," Hermione said shyly.

"It's nice to meet you as well," Cedric said, "I can't believe we go to the same school and I never noticed you before."

"It's quite all right," Hermione said, with amusement in her voice, "after all you are two years ahead and in a different House than us. It's to be expected."

"Well if you two are done chatting," Ron said, "I'm interested to see what's on the other side of this boot."

"All right," Arthur said, "everyone grab on, and hold tight." Arthur counted off, and as they felt their belly buttons start to tug inward towards their stomachs Arthur shouted, "Don't let go."

After they reached their destination, only the Diggory's and Mr. Weasley were left standing, everyone else was either lying on the flat of their back or lying on their stomachs.

Hermione and Ginny lay on their back and watched as the Diggory's and Mr. Weasley landed firmly on their feet. In fact, it looked like they had been walking on air.

Cedric noticed the girls lying on the ground watching them; Ginny was very pretty for a third year. But Hermione was the one that had really caught his attention. She was lying on her back her hair spread out around her. Her knees were bent and her arms were clasped together up above her head. She was beautiful. How Harry and Ron couldn't see her the way he saw her after just meeting her a few short minutes ago was beyond him.

He walked over to her and stretched out his hand to her. Smiling she took his hand, and allowed him to pull her to her feet. She stumbled a bit over her feet and he reached out to her with both hands to steady her. After she was steadied on her own two feet, before they stepped back from each other, she looked up at him.

He was startled, momentarily when she smiled at him, and whispered a thank you. Oh Merlin, he thought to himself, she's so beautiful.

He whispered your welcome before they came to their senses, and separated quickly. To their surprise the only ones that noticed besides Ginny was, Fred and George.

Ginny was surprised at Hermione's actions; it seemed that she had changed a lot over the summer. There she was flirting but not meaning to flirt with a boy that was two years older than her. How much luckier could a girl get.

Fred and George on the other hand were a bit jealous. How could she stand there and flirt with him, when she could have us? Their thoughts went something like that; there was also, something like they saw her first.

"Hermione," Harry called, "were going to go to the tent now."

"I'm coming," she said. Ginny grabbed her hand and pulled her along, as she waved goodbye to Diggory.

After Ron so elegantly states that they are at the Quidditch World Cup and they enter the tent. Ginny pulls Hermione to the side, "What was that with Diggory?"

"I don't know," Hermione said, "he was just helping me up and I lost my balance. Why do you ask?"

"Well you were flirting," Ginny said, "you may not realize it but you were blatantly flirting, and he was responding."

"Really?" Hermione asked, one eye brow raised slightly higher than the other, "I never thought in a million years that someone like him would look at someone like me. After all I'm just plain-ole-Hermione, aren't I?"

"You certainly aren't plain, Hermione," Ginny said, "You are most certainly very pretty for your age."

"Really?" Hermione blushed.

"Most definitely," Ginny said, "I bet that Fred and George would agree with me."

"What are we agreeing to?" George asked.

"That there is nothing plain about Hermione," Ginny said.

"Well then you would be right little sister," Fred said.

"Because there is nothing plain about Hermione," George said.

"One could even say that," Fred continued.

"Hermione is the Fairest of all maidens," George said, dramatically, causing Ginny to give him a glare.

"Except for Ginny and Mum," Fred said, to help smooth things over for his twin's sake.

"So, your definitely not just plane-ole-Hermione." Ginny said encouragingly, "your more like Hermione-the- Beautiful."

Hermione couldn't help but blush, "Thank you," she said ducking her head to look down at her feet. Then she plucked her head up just a bit looked up at Fred and George, and bit her lower lip. She twirled a bit of her hair between her fingers.

Ginny watched Fred and George stare dumbfounded at Hermione, while Hermione gave them the shy, look. My god, Ginny thought, she hardly 15 yet and she's got 3 boys older than her wrapped around her delicate fingers. Hmm, I wouldn't mind her putting her fingers through my hair… she shook her head to get the thought out of her head. She was only 13 she had no business thinking about boys or Hermione in that way.

The Weasley's and two honorary family members made their way to the stands. They were high up in the stands when they got situated, Ron asked, "How high are we?" before Arthur could answer Lucius Malfoy and his annoying son walked down from the top of the stadium.

"Let's just say," he said, "that if it rains you'll be the first to know."

"Malfoys always have the answer don't you," Ron said.

"Well yes," Lucius said proudly, "we are superior in the world, only right that we should have all the answers."

Hermione couldn't help but giggle, when everyone turned and looked at her, she stopped laughing, "Sorry," she said, "I couldn't help but think that the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. Tell me Mr. Malfoy, when you were in school was your favorite phrase, 'My father will hear of this?'"

Everyone tried to hold back a laugh, "Ah, Miss Granger, is it?" Lucius voice filled with distain

"Yes Father," Draco said stepping up next to his father. He was trying to scowl and look dignitary like his father at the same time.

"Ah, well," Mr. Malfoy said, as if he had a moment of realization, "that makes sense, the only invitation to the match you could garner was from someone of inferior birth."

Harry moved forward to say something but was held back my Mr. Weasley, who shook his head that now wasn't the time to have a confrontation. Of course, there always seemed to be a confrontation whenever there was a Malfoy and a Weasley in each other's presence.

"Miss Granger," Mr. Malfoy said with a bit of a proud smirk, "when you've had enough of these children please do let us know, I'm sure we could find something for you to do. Someone of your back ground is frowned upon but I'm sure that with your beauty, some of my associates would be willing to overlook It." after winking they were off.

"Did he just?" Hermione couldn't finish the question.

Mr. Weasley decided that her questions would have to wait until they were back home at the burrow, he would have to make sure and tell the Order that she needed protection when she wasn't at Hogwarts and with her parents. He sighed as he ushered them up the stairs to the top of the stands where they once again met Lucius Malfoy.

She was situated between Fred and George, while they waited for the teams to come out. Ron went on and on about the Irish team, until the players for the Bulgarian team came out. Then Ron went on about Victor Krum for the whole of his introduction. Hermione was sure that he had looked over at them, for how loud Ron was yelling, screaming, and rejoicing.

Hermione watched Krum be reflected on the magical panels, he was handsome, slim, he looked well built, and he could fly like the devil; assuming the devil could fly. She held onto the railing, as her eyes followed him around the arena. She leaned forward on the railing some, and then she would lean back some. Her grip never faltered, and because she was watching him so intently she missed what was going on around her. Fred and George were watching her; the two of them itched to touch her. The lights reflected off her face, she looked like she was sparkling.

The game started and they watched the game, she was really into it. Although she was cheering for Ireland, she was watching the seeker from Bulgaria. He was brilliant. At one point in the game he followed the snitch to where they were watching the game. The snitch hovered in front of her face, and if it wouldn't ruin the game she could have reached out and touched it.

Krum spotted the snitch there in front of her, he flew over and reached out for it, she should have known that once he reached out for it that it would zoom off. The two of them made eye contact for about 2 seconds before he zoomed off after the snitch. There was no way that they could have won if he caught it. They were 180 behind in their score.

Bulgaria scored twice in time that it took Krum to catch up with that blasted snitch. When he finally caught it and the game finally ended, The Irish had won by only 10 points, Krum desperately tried to find the girl in the stands before she left. Lo and behold she was still standing there looking out over the railing, surrounded by several people who were whooping and cheering. He flew over to her, on his broom and extended his hand to her. She reached out to him, allowing him the chance to kiss her hand.

After the impromptu introduction, where he hadn't the chance to catch her name, he flew off into the sea of players, and disappeared. Hermione stood there in a daze as she watched him fly off. No one around her except Ginny. "Hermione," Ginny said pulling the girl away from the railing, "come on were going back to the tent."

Hermione didn't fight Ginny trying to pull her away, but she did glance behind her a couple of times.

"Hermione," Ginny said, "are you, all right?"

"I'm fine," Hermione said, "did he really kiss my hand, or did I just imagine it?"

"I didn't see it," Ginny said.

"Oh," Hermione said, "well why we don't go celebrate with the others."

"Sure," Ginny said, dragging Hermione by the hand behind her. In the other room Ron was going on about how great Viktor Krum was, and Hermione couldn't help herself, "I think you're in love Ron," she said.

Ron looked at her, he still had stars in his eyes, and he smiled this love-sick smile, and dreamily said, "Yeah."

Hermione couldn't help it she laughed. When they heard what sounded like fire crackers, someone mentioned the Irish partying outside. Arthur ran in and told everyone to run to the Port key, "Fred George, take care of Ginny she's your responsibility."

They ran Hermione took up the rear, she was following Harry; they were dodging curses left and right when she heard a frenzied scream. She stopped momentarily and looked around, careful not to get hit. After scanning the area once, she started to run again when she saw him. He was trying to fend off two men dressed in black robes. He was flinging curses over the rubble, but he always managed to miss the target. She picked up some rocks off the ground and threw them, the men turned around giving the him a chance to get away.

The cloaked men charged at her, and she ran as fast as she could, trying to dodge hexes as she went. After what seemed like forever she caught up with Fred and George. Out of breath she turned around to see if the men had followed her that far, when hands grabbed her from behind. She couldn't help it she screamed, a shrill ear-piercing scream.

"Hermione," George yelled, "it's just us."

"I'm sorry," she cried, "I was being chased by two cloaked men, I wasn't sure if they followed me or not, and then you grabbed hold of me, and it scared me, I'm sorry."

"They were chasing you?" Ginny asked, "Are you, all right?"

"I'm fine," she said, "they had a boy cornered, I think he may have been hurt, so I threw some rocks to draw the attention off him to give him a chance to get away. I think they just wanted to hurt someone and anyone would do."

"You're all right now," Ginny said, "We've got you."

Eventually Mr. Weasley, Harry and the Diggory's caught up with them and they took the port key home. After successfully landing back in the clearing near the Burrow, Mr. Diggory said, "I hope you children were able to get away ok."

"Yes," Ginny said, "we got away all right, but Hermione had a bit of trouble before she caught up with us."

"Are you, all right?" Mr. Weasley asked, "You're not hurt?"

"No, I'm all right," Hermione said retelling her story for the second time.

"You should be more careful," Mr. Diggory said, "but you did the right thing, who knows what might have happened to the boy if you had just left him. You could have been seriously hurt."

"I know," Hermione said, "but when I heard the scream I just couldn't run away knowing that I hadn't helped."

Everyone just sort of looked at her for a second; it was like they were looking at her for the first time. She had some dirt on her face; her hands were a bit smudged with dirt as well. Her clothes had some stains on them, dirt, and grass. Her hair was a mess of curls and dirt. She looked like she had just fought a battle.

"Let's get you kids home, and cleaned up," Arthur said, "Merlin only knows how your mother will react. Amos I'll see you at work, I hope you have a restful night, Merlin knows we'll need it tomorrow."

"Take care," Amos said.

Arthur ushered everyone home, and upon entering the front door they were not only greeted by Molly, but half of the Order. Arthur was right; it was going to be a long night.

X.x.X.x

Meanwhile, a certain young man was going over in his mind how a beautiful young woman saved him. His mates had asked him why he seemed so out of it, and he answered. (I'll leave who it is that she rescued to your imagination.)

~Memory~

He was stranded stuck behind some rubble trying to get a good shot at the cloaked men that were firing at him. They tried to bait him, said he was a horrible Quidditch player.

He managed to dodge most of the curses that they were flinging at him; he even managed to throw a few back. He hadn't been paying as good attention as he should have been. He got hit with a cutting curse, he screamed an agonizing scream.

After a few moments the firing stopped, the men were yelling at someone. They turned to see what was going on, that was when he saw her. This beautiful creature was standing with rocks in her hands. He caught her eyes for a moment before she turned and ran away. He used that moment to get out of there, he knew it was wrong, they would be chasing her. He should turn their attention back to him; but she gave him the opportunity to get away. He took it and he ran.

~End memory~

"Do you suppose she got away?" he asked.

"It's possible," his friend said.

"I hope that she managed to get away," he said, "I would hate to feel responsible for her life if she didn't survive."

"If you were meant to see her again, you shall see her again,' his friend said, "and I sure that she wouldn't have helped you if she thought that she couldn't get away."

"I sure hope so," he said, "I sincerely hope so."

"That reminds me," his friend said, "the girl you went to see in the stands, did you get her name?"

"No," he said, "I wasn't able to get her name. You know what though she looked an awful lot like the girl that gave me the chance to get away."

He went to bed that night wondering about not only the girl that he met in the stands but also the girl that had given him the chance to get away. It hadn't occurred to him until a few days later that she was the same. Even though he had the idea that they looked similar he wouldn't really know until he saw her again. And he most definitely would, even if he didn't know he would. He was in for the shock of his life.

A/N: For those of you who have read this previously I was just fixing the Quidditch misspellings. For those of you reading this for the first time, I thank you very much for reading this far and for reading on even.

P.S if you recognize it I don't own it. J.K Rowling does.

Until we meet again, let there be peace, and tranquility in the universe.