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With the hope of making some progress in my career, I decided to head to the library after taking all the necessary precautions – I stuffed enough suppressant potion in my bag to last a fortnight; ingesting some of it before I left from home for good measure, spent the entire night prior having multiple bouts of explosive sex with at least three different women, and even got myself off with my fingers at least five times this morning. The Veela gene better not distract me from my work.

For the first half of the day, life was actually pretty good. I mean yes, I still had to set up a pretty strong muggle repellent charm and drink more than a third of the suppressant in little supplements as the hours passed; but still, it was nice to see that my hard work from the night before paid off – I had managed to get through most of the research material Professor McGonagall had sent me, and even had time to read up on some muggle and magical teaching guides on how to deal with younger children.

Now, I leaned back in my desk chair completely sated, after a scrumptious homemade meal, and a quick trip to the rest room with my trusty vibe. Just as I was about to dive into the next volume of 'Transfiguration through the Ages', my peace and quiet was disturbed by a soft female voice.

"Hi."

I turned around in chair to find a beautiful woman with blonde hair standing across from me. I didn't know who she was, but I can guess quite easily why she was here – This is not going to end well.

"Ugh. Not again." I groaned.

"Oh god, what did I do? Did I breathe? Did I exist? Or did I set off your Veela gene?" Mockingly, the girl raised a hand to her mouth.

"Wha-" Alarmed, I reached for my wand – my war instinct kicking in before reason. But before I could take it out of my pocket, the woman placed a hand on my shoulder to calm me.

"Relax, there is no need for any wands or violence; I come in peace."

"How did you?" I questioned.

"I felt the same pull to you that I feel towards any guy when I'm horny – A carnal desire to satisfy my lust, but no love whatsoever."

"That means you…" I trailed off as I realized how that sentence ended.

"A Veela searching for her mate. Hi, I'm Jenny." She held her hand out, gesturing for friendly handshake.

After a moment of introspection, I grasped her long, deft fingers in my own and shook her hand. "I'm Hermione."

Her smile brightened. "Pleasure to meet you Hermione. May I?" She waved at the chair in front of me; I motioned for her to sit.

"Thank You. Now, before we go any further, I have a question, if you don't mind humoring me."

Here we go. "Sure, go on."

"Why am I attracted to you? Shouldn't only males be attracted to you?"

"My mate is a female. So, my Veela gene tries to attract females to check if they're my mate." I recited the words like I've been learning them from birth, when in reality, it had only been a few months. But enough people have asked me this question that I have memorized exactly what to say in response.

"Oh, and why is your attraction so strong?"

"Uhh… For most of my days in school, I was kind of a… prude, for the lack of a better term. And now, that has come back to bite me in the ass."

That elicited a light chuckle from my blonde-haired companion. "And are you a prude now?"

"Merlin no! I can't go a single night without sex. If for some reason I don't, then I'd wake up to a swarm of women in front of my door the next morning. That actually happened once, back when I was still in London. I chose not to take any chances with my Veela gene after that nightmare."

Jenny started chuckling even louder, forgetting that we're in a Library. The cute twenty-something old librarian peeked out from behind one of the bookshelves and gave Jenny a stern look to shut her up. But the blonde started laughing once again when the nerdy glasses girl turned to me and gave me a saucy smile and a pitiable attempt at a wink – something I don't think she's used to giving anyone.

"Wow, it really is true. My Veela can barely attract some one standing ten feet away, and I have to concentrate pretty hard to get them to fall for me. You didn't have to do anything." Jenny turned to me incredulously, a playful smile still plastered across her face.

"Oh, that is not all, I'm on suppressants right now." Although I'm not usually one for bragging about my accomplishments to random strangers, I felt that I deserved it for the boatload of trouble it's been giving me all morning.

"WHAT?" Jenny shouted. I motioned for her to lower her volume; keeping an eye on nearby bookshelves for what was going to be my partner in bed for the night. The girl did poke her head out to silence Jenny, but instantly bolted back behind the bookshelf with a bright red blush when she realized she had been caught. A nerdy shy first-timer would be good for me after so many explosive bouts of sex the previous night; perhaps afterwards, she'll be able to hold an intellectual conversation as well.

"Wow, you really suppressed that gene all your life. Wait, didn't you say you were in London. That means you must've gone to Hogwarts. Were you involved in the war?"

"Umm…" This was something new.

"Also, didn't you say your name was Hermione? Wait, you aren't… you can't be the Golden Girl… Hermione Granger. Are you?"

"Uhh… I am." I really had no reason to lie to her, especially when there was such incriminating evidence against me in the form of the worldwide release of the new 'Hogwarts: A History' on my table, with pictures from the war.

"Wow, so that's why your gene is so suppressed, no wonder. Now I definitely know what you need. You need to get yourself out there and find that mate of yours. I'll be ready to help if you'll do the same for me."

There was always the issue of security, but I decided to give her the benefit of the doubt. A few moments into our conversation, I could feel her Veela gene emanating from her, and that's what ultimately convinced me to believe her.

"Sure." I smiled.

Now I just had to pick up my books and go collect my blushing paramour from behind the bookshelf.

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