A Dragon Bound

First I would like to say that this is my first story and will most likely be my worst so i have asked for help one this one from 2 (in my eyes at least) very good authors SilverHarmonyLover & Void of Eternal darkness (to a lesser extent) as you may have guessed my spelling is awful and i need help.

Any way without further ado ... i have more to say first some DC's
I do not own Harry potter or any of the characters in this fic except my oc (i also own the plot (well most of it)) also this is an AU (you will find out what's different later)

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Chapter zero - prologue

Hermione Granger was not a normal girl in any, or any, sense of the word...
She was a witch. Most people believe she is ugly and a useless bookworm and nerd. She likes girls and she is a lycan (similar to werewolf but not).
She was certainly unique.

Only one person she would ever meet would think otherwise, besides her parents, her love.

Anyway...

It was Friday after noon and Hermoine was on her way home from school, daydreaming about her science lesson, when she walked into someone. Landing on her butt, hard, she winced and looked up fearfully thinking she may have walked into one of the mean girls who bullied her relentlessly. However when she looked up, all she saw was a short, thin girl with grey, dirty cloths; waist-long dirty, black hair; and piercing green eyes, hidden behind half destroyed glasses, looking at her fearfully. Almost as if the girl expected to be yelled at or hit. The mysterious girl and Hermione stared at each other for a moment, though Hermione failed to notice the girl cover up the multiple scars marring her body. Wondering what to do Hermione got up and moved to introduce herself, nervously.

"Sorry about that, my name is Hermione, hello," but as she moved again to shake the girls hand the girl shyed away and without a word turned and ran.

'Strange girl,' thought Hermione, 'I wonder why I haven't seen her around before, she looks to be around my age, and she's pretty.' This thought stunned her. 'Wait. Why did I think that? I'll ask Mum or Dad about it later. They said if I started to think about boys like that but they never said anything about girls.'

She shrugged her shoulders and picked up her books to walk home.

A few hours later in France

Fleur shot up in surprise. It was starting. She could feel the tug of her soul seeking its mate.

It felt far worse and more powerful than the time she saw that beautiful, bushy haired girl walk around the beach with, she assumed, her parents.

It felt like there was another tug, weaker, behind the first one.

It felt like her soul was ripping into thirds.

So Fleur Delacour screamed "MAMA"
(Insert French ascent here)

Fin

AN so i finally got a story up after a while and am really hoping that people read the later chapters since they are better.

Please R&R

Edited version by SilverHarmonyLover (my beta)