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Word Count: 424
Challenge: Are you Crazy Enough To Do It Challenge
Prompt: 282. (magical creature/race) Veela
"HOW CAN YOU DO THIS TO ME? TO US? HOW?"
"Ron… please listen to me…"
"NO! What did I ever do wrong? I never cheated on you. I never did anything to make you sad. What could possibly make you want to break up with me?"
"Ron… It could never work out."
"Why?"
"Because I found out that I am a Veela… And you're not my mate…"
"Oh." Ron went silent for a few seconds. "Are you sure, Mione?"
"Absolutely."
"Really? Because I am not attracted to you the way I was to those Beauxbatons girls in 4th year."
"That's the problem, Ron! I'm not a regular Veela."
"What do you mean?"
"My mate… is a woman."
"No… Now I know you're lying. That can't possibly be true."
"Ron…"
"NO! THAT ISN'T POSSIBLE! YOU CANNOT BE A FUCKING DYKE! YO-"
I've had enough of this. Raising my hand, I slapped him into silence.
"Ron, I know it is a bit much to wrap your head around. Believe me, I KNOW. But please try to understand. I did all the tests I could. I checked my ancestry, performed all the identification spells, I even took a trip to St. Mungo's."
"W-What did they say?"
"I'm a Veela, who's a lesbian. That means my Veela gene will try and attract all the women around in order to find my mate. It was even confirmed by the healer when she tried to push me up against a wall and kiss me."
"Oh…"
"It seems all those years without much sexual activity has left that gene quite repressed, so now it's gone into overdrive. I can barely make it to the library without at least three women throwing themselves at me. And they don't even have to be bisexual, let alone lesbian."
My ex-boyfriend and hopefully, still best friend sat in absolute silence. I knew he would be the hardest to convince, just because he loved me the most.
"Ron, I'm sorry… Take some time, go out, and find someone else. Find someone more worthy of your love. I know it might not seem that way right now, but I'm sure you'll find her someday. I only know one thing, that girl of your dreams is not me. I'm sorry."
I gave him one last hug, and walked out the room. He'll come around… at least according to Harry. I do not know how much I can believe him. The best I could do now is hope, while I search for my female mate before I turn 21.
This is just the prologue. I'll post a continuation soon. This will most likely be a collection of short vignettes describing all the different encounters faced by our bushy haired unusual veela as she searches for her mate, who I will keep a secret for now.
And Hermione is around 19 in this.
Let me know what you think of this in a review. I'll upload the next chapter really soon.