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Hermione Granger is the Gryffindor quidditch seeker. She is popular, of course not with the Slytherins. Nearly no one knows that she is a shapeshifter. She can shift into her Gryffindor lion. On top of all that, she deals with a Veela, Fleur Delacour.


Chapter 1

When Hermione Granger turned fifteen, she experienced what the average teenager usually doesn't. She developed the power of shapeshifting into a lion. Because of that change, it caused a few others. She had well defined muscles but not overly dramatic. Her senses heightened and she grew irritated easier. Since she became a seeker, she took a potion that made her senses dim down. She wasn't a cheater so she drank it to level the playing field. Of course, no one else knew that.

Hermione's fourth year was beginning. She sat at the table with a few of her friends for everything to start. Hermione was busy talking to captain, thinking and planning new alternatives for the first game. They were bouncing off ideas from each other when Dumbledore called for attention.

Everyone listened as he explained what was going to happen. There were going to be foreign students attending this year to help expand friendship. A few people were puzzled by that statement. When Dumbledore finished, he introduced the Beauxbaton academy.

All eyes were on the beautiful women in blue uniforms. Hermione watched every move they made. She was pulled out of her daze when her captain nudged her, "Hey Hermione, it seems you have an admirer." He pointed to a tall, beautiful blond making an entrance. It was true, the woman stared at Hermione every chance she got. When the blond reached the front, she bowed and winked in Hermione's direction.

The chivalrous Gryffindor heard her captain chuckle. Hermione suddenly felt her tie was too tight. She brought her hand up and tried to loosen it. When she did, she gulped. Unfortunately that didn't make the lump in her throat go away.

"She's a Veela!" Ron pointed.

Hermione gawked at his audacity. She was embarrassed enough for him. "That was a little loud don't you think?" She hissed.

Ron looked around and had the decency to blush as a lot of people were looking at him.

Dumbledore announced the next school, Durmstrang. All eyes turned to them as they walked through the front doors. The last one to walk through was Viktor Krum. Hermione's eyes widened but smiled, happy to see him.

As usual, Ron had to voice his thoughts, "Blimey, it's him. Viktor Krum." He squeaked. He was obviously star-struck. Granted, Hermione was beyond happy to see him but she could compose herself.

The Beauxbaton sat with the Ravenclaws and Durmstrang sat with the Slytherins. When everyone was settled in, Dumbledore cued for the feast. In an instant an assortment of foods was placed on the tables.

Hungry people dug in. Hermione wasn't in the least bit surprised that the Beauxbaton women were delicately biting their food. So formal and proper.

During the entire dinner, the brave Gryffindor noticed the blond starting at her and talking to Cho. She had a feeling that she was asking questions about her. This made her uneasy. She also wished she hadn't taken that potion that made her lion senses dim. If she hadn't, she could easily hear what she was saying. The brunette did her best to ignore her but was failing. She engaged her captain to try and get her mind off the blond Beauxbaton student.

When the feast was over, people starting clearing. Hermione and her captain were so wrapped up in their quidditch strategy that they didn't notice. It was now only Hermione, her captain and the blond Beauxbaton. Hermione was the first to notice when she looked up. She let out a chuckle and said, "I guess it's time to go."

Her captain looked up and smiled, "I guess so. Time flies. Pun intended" He smiled and rolled up the parchment.

Hermione tuned out the heels clicking against the stone floor. A woman walked passed and dropped her wand. With a soft clink, Hermione looked to the ground. The chivalrous Gryffindor stood and bent down to retrieve it. "Excuse me." She said, picking it up. "You dropped your…" She stopped when she realized it was the same blond woman that was staring at her throughout dinner.

The beautiful blond woman turned and smiled. Her blue eyes shined. She carefully took her wand, making sure she touched Hermione's. "Thank you." She said seductively.

Hermione wanted run but she was not like that. She would not be rude. "Not a problem love." She said.

"What is your name?" She asked, curiously.

Hermione looked away from her eyes for a brief moment. She couldn't take the intensity. "Hermione Granger." She finally said. "What is yours?"

The woman smiled, "My name is Fleur Delacour."

Hermione nodded and held out her hand. Fleur gave her hand and Hermione took it and placed a soft gentle kiss. "Pleasure to meet you."

"That is not how we greet where I come from." She said playfully. She leaned in and placed a kiss on each cheek. It did not go unnoted by Hermione that the kiss was a little too close to her mouth. Fleur leaned back and smiled, "The pleasure is all mine."

Hermione could do nothing but smile.

"I will see you again soon." Fleur promised before leaving.

When she was out of earshot, the Gryffindor captain laughed. Hermione turned to him sharply.

"That's the oldest trick in the book." He said.

"What?" Hermione asked.

He used air quotes, " 'Dropping' something so that you would pick it up and hand it to her. The only difference was that it wasn't a handkerchief." He said chuckling.

Hermione chuckled as well, "Well, apparently it still works."


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I'm not sure how difficult it will be to write a quidditch match but I guess we will see won't we? XD