Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, I am not making money from this. All I take credit for are my ideas in regard to the plot.
Authors Note: This is a re-upload of a previous story. Working on grammar and what not.
Chapter One: A Fleeting Shadow
From the shadows of a darkened alcove, a lone figure peered out at the oblivious people milling about around her. Sharp eyes, a glacier blue so piercing it tended to cement in place the unfortunate recipient of her gaze, locked on to a slim figure traversing the crowd of bodies. Classes had just finished for the day at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. A time that Fleur Delacour had been impatiently waiting for. Even as cold stone pressed sharply against her shoulder blades, Fleur could only be happy with this particular spot she had discovered in one of her first pursuits of the small brunette. Fleur found herself rushing there day after day to observe her prey with a self-satisfied pleasure. The Veela had discovered her conquest upon her arrival at the ancient drafty castle that was Hogwarts. It had been a day that she had been prepared for all her life; the day she would come into the first contact with her Chosen.
As soon as she seemingly glided down the steps of the carriage that had brought her from Beauxbatons and onto the frozen grounds of Hogwarts, her thrall started pulsing within the confines of her body. It was fighting Fleur for control of her mind in its effort to drive her to someone that was amongst the congregation of greeters. Never before had her thrall taken on the overwhelming sentience it displayed at that moment. She had been forewarned of this event, the thrall turning against and trying to overpower Fleur, by her grandmère. She was instantly aware of the fact that her destined one was somewhere on these chilled grounds. The Veela within Fleur pounded at her boundaries of sanity trying desperately to seek out what belonged to it.
It took all her effort to maintain control over herself. Fleur's saving grace had come in the form of Madame Maxime leading herself and her classmates forward into the frost-bitten castle. Fleur fervently scanned all the faces surrounding her as she was escorted into the building, frustration quickly growing within her. She entered a long hall and found herself sitting down with her fellow students at a table. Her search seemed never ending until finally, the spark of recognition she had been waiting for, shot up her spine like a bolt of lightning. The spark came from a small form entering the same door she herself just had.
A wild untamed mane was what first caught her attention. Lowering her gaze slowly she devoured the sight of her Chosen. Brows furrowed slightly over wide-set dark chocolate brown orbs that were brilliant with intelligence and passion. A small nose leading down to pursed lips, lips she wanted to brush her lips against desperately, a defiant chin completing the picture. Her mate was very cute when angered Fleur had decided then, purring in pleasure at her discovery. She consumed the vision of who her Chosen was. She was too far on the thin side for Fleur's comfort, too pale to be considered healthy in any region of the world. Her hair would be utter perfection with help of a conditioner Fleur was fond of. With many healthy meals and excursions into the French sun, she decided that her soul mate would be the very definition of beauty.
Fleur slowly came back to herself after being so entranced by her new, dare she be so bold to say (and she would), love. She also became aware of her surroundings once more regardless of how overcome she was with the desire to be next to her Chosen. Overhearing one of her companions complain about the shortage of bouillabaisse she understood immediately how she would achieve her desires. She stood abruptly and advanced towards her prize without haste.
"Excuse moi, are you wanting ze bouillabaisse?" She asked, staring at the girl unwaveringly. A red-headed boy across from her intended gurgled something incomprehensible before turning an appalling shade of purple. Luckily the black-haired boy next to her had enough wits to answer though.
"Yeah, have it."
Fleur continued to examine her Chosen until she finally turned around and locked gazes with Fleur. At the moment that their eyes met, Fleur knew that everything her grandmère had told her was true. Unaware that her eyes flashed a dangerous hue of yellow as she gazed upon her mate, Fleur moved forward. Coming as close to her destined one as she could without losing control of her tightly reigned in Veela. She absorbed every detail that she could again, her thrall thrumming inside her head urging her to simply take and possess what clearly was hers.
"You 'ave finished wiz it?" She asked her Chosen. Thoughts of the finality of their lives part, the conclusion of them coming together as it was meant to be, flashed through the Veela's mind. The girl merely turned her head away in a huff. Fleur smirked in response. Her mate was a feisty one, she could tell that already. Fleur had always loved a challenge. She couldn't wait to entice the girl into her arms.
Fleur had walked away that night. She had been watching her Chosen from a distance ever since. Listening to the people around the girl, learning everything and anything she could about her. She had attained her name first though, courtesy of a helpless boy that she had seen coming out of the same class as her mate. Hermione Granger. Such a beautiful name, Hermione, it fit her mate. The daughter of a Greek queen. Hermione would be her Queen in the end... whether she liked it or not. Fleur whispered across the open space between herself and her Chosen knowing it would never reach her, "Oui 'Ermione, you belong to moi."