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I remind all readers that english is not my native tongue and what I've learned is mostly from the internet so mistakes are bound to be found. I will be grateful if you told me, if encountering some so I can edit it.

Thanks to ShalimarMars

for telling me that I still need to reread the 1st 2 chapters and remove this silly mistakes .

Kellz I don't think it will be a smart move to put Hermione in Jail. It's a known fact that wandless magic is rare and hard to do and have to be registered in the ministery for them to track you. All wands that are made are being registered so that's why they know when magic is performed just like Harry's 5th year. No one would believe that a 4th year muggle performed such a thing. And I can just imagine how that would have happened:

Hermione was healing the injured muggle when a few *pops* were heard. She looked up and saw 4 aurors looking at her
"Miss Granger, you are under arrest for performing wandless magic infront of muggles" said one of the aurors.
Hermione looked around them and the shocked faces of the muggles surroinding them "Ah..." ready to say something when she got cut off.
"Anything you say can and will be used against you, now, if you please give us your wand" - the auror ranted.
Hermione facepalmed herself and wondered who gave permission for this idiots to become aurors and replied "It's not in me"
"You have the right to remain silent" another auror said and turned toward the crowd that gathered around them "have a nice day." and with that said they apparated with the young witch to the ministry where they stripped her off her magic and banned from the wizarding world forever. The End

Stop being lazy readers, if a story is good who cares how long a paragraph is =P

Don't forget you can give idead which I can put in the story or what you want to see, I have an open polecy. =)

Now, to recheck the 1st 2 chapters.

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Chapter 3

Fleur was staring out of the window to the beautiful gardens outside of the Delacour mansion deep in though. She was worried for her little sister. After that faithful day when Gaby met her soulmate she's been more then hyperactive and distracted. And sadly Fleur had to suffer through it all. Since that girl disappeared Gabrielle's been trying to find her, from early mornings till late nightfalls.

She started to regret offering her help to find her chosen one because she barely got any sleep from it. It felt like she just closed her eyes and fell asleep when her sister will slam the door of her bedroom open, stride toward her wardrobe, pick the 1st thing her hands touch, push her off the bed, practically dress her and drag her out of the mansion for a long day of searching. This has been going on for the past 3 weeks and if you looked at the blonde veela you could see the bags under her eyes and the half opened eyes.

The sad part is that for all the things she had to endure for the past 3 weeks, the search was unfruitful. It was like her mate had disappeared from the face of the earth. Everyday her sister would go out with hopeful eyes and return with a frown and anger evident on her face. At dinner the tension not only can be felt but seen even through the eyes of a blind man. You could see the dark aura surrounding Gabrielle while she was destroying or "killing" her food in desperation to unwind. That food was definitely dead thought Fleur wondering amusingly if she should ask the house elfs to bring them another plate.

When they returned to the estate from the beach that day, the first thing both girls did is to rush to their mother and tell her what happened. That was one of the rare moments when they could see their mother loose all composure and jump Gabrielle with a big bair hug and huge smile plasted on her face. Appoline dragged both girls to a seat next to her and demanded to know everything. Fleur shouldn't have been so surprised by her mothers rare display, both sisters could see the relief in her eyes that atleast one of her daughters have found the love of their life, something she wasn't able to expirience. That didn't mean that they had a bad family, on the contrary it couldn't be more perfect to her eyes. Their father was a great man, loving and caring, the perfect man. The girl's mother respected him a lot even though he knew his wife could never really love him he tried hard to give her and the family they made, everything he had. Sadly he died a few years back.

For Fleur her father was more then family he was her mentor, the one who she look up to. Like her grandmother, he was the pillar in her life and it was difficult for the whole family to let him go so suddenly. He was the one who Fleur turned to for advice when she had problems and didn't know what to do to fix them. He wasn't a veela but he was quite knowledgeable about, well, everything and always found solution and ways to fix things.

After Gabrielle was done with her story at the beach, Appoline rushed to tell their grandmother the good news and to try help her little daughter find her destined one. But like them, they didn't have any luck on finding the mysterious girl. Not that they had much leeds to follow. The only thing they knew from Gabrielle's description was that she had wiled bushy brown hair, hazel eyes, young, probably her sisters age and that she was a witch when she helped heal the wound Gaby had recieved.

Her little sister was on edge and snapping at everything that moved. A normal conversation was impossible without her spacing out or not listening at all. Fleur called some friends from their school to give her a hand. But everything they did was pointless since the young veela barely paid any attention to them and giving small smiles thinking she fooled them.

The older witch huffed and rubbed her tired eyes. She thanked to her friends for the assistance. Even though they didn't make any progress Fleur was glad to have such loyal friends by her and her sister's side.

One of the main reasons she loved Beauxbatons Academy of Magic was because is was an only girls school and most of its students were magical creatures. Most of her friends were Veelas just like her and they knew what her little sister was going through. Okey maybe they didn't know since none of them had found a mate but they could imagine what is was like to not see your other half for a long periods of time.

Some of her friends were envious of Gabrielle for finding her soulmate at such a young age and Fleur didn't understand why. If love made someone look and act like the younger blonde did then Fleur definitely didn't want to find out what would happen to her if she encounter her chosen one. This thought made her chuckle. If someone asked them if they were eager to find love a year ago her sister would have just laughed at that person and say she didn't need "love" while Fleut would have been imagining her future with her love and nod excitedly while smirking evily, imagining all the thing they could do together and probably half the way out of the academy ready to jump of the ledges just to have a glimpse of her destined one.

Ah, how the tables have turned. Life really had a way of showing how small we are and how everything in life could change in a blink of an eye.

Deep in thought she didn't hear when her sister came in the room and walked beside her looking trough the window, to the scenery outside.

"How are you feeling this morning?" asked Fleur in french withouth turning her head to look at the blonde.

"Tired, but better than the past few weeks" yawned Gabrielle.

Fleur smirked and said "Good, because I was ready to hex you back to school if you again barged in my room."

"It wasn't that bad sister." replied her sister with a smile.

"The bags under my eyes tell a different story." quiped the older blonde and looked at her sister, asking "Are you planning on going out today?"

The smaller girl only nodded withouth averting her gaze from the window.

Fleur frowned at the response "Maybe you should stay home today and rest Gaby" worry evident in her voice.

Gabrielle looked at her sister surprised "Are you asking me to quit?"

The older witch just shook her head and replied "No, it will be foolish to ask you do such a thing, I'm just conserned for your health, besides, the Delacour never raised any quiters."

Both girls laughed, the tension from the past few weeks subsiding. Fleur wraped one arm around her sister's shoulders and gave her a small hug and questioned "Are you sure you don't want to come with me and mother to the quidditch world cup,we can go upstares and pack your things. It will help to take your mind off things"

"No, but thanks for the offer and don't think I don't know why you are actualy going to that event." Gabrielle said with a pointed look.

Fleur just looked at no particular direction faking ignorance. Her younger sister just knew her too well.

"You might be acting all high and mighty but we both know that you will melt like an Ice cream when you find your soulmate" joked Gabrielle with a giant smirk on her face.

"I will not, unlike you if I do find my chosen one, I will not let him or her slip away from my fingers" The older veela reassured matter-of-factly.

Her younger sister decided not to respond but that knowing smirk was still plasted on her face.

Fleur was going to prove to her sister that what she said was the absolute truth and she won't act like some lost pet around her mate or crave for her like some desperate woman, quite the opposite, she would make her mate crave for her presence, to crave for her touch, to go through hell and back just to be together. Yes, her other half will know who was the dominant one in their relationship, who will be pulling the strings.

Both sisters stayed silent infront of the window for a few minutes till their mother entered the room and told Fleur they were ready to apparate away. Fleur turned toward her sister, gave her a kiss on the forehead, told her to take care of herself when they were away and exited the room.

When she walked outside of the house her mother was already waiting for her. She hated apparating, how could anyone get used to such way of traveling was beyond her, the fealing was more then unpleasant, like being pulled by two black holes in each side.

Appoline shrinked there luggage and put it in her pocket, told her daughter to grab her hand, which she did and with a *pop* they disappeared.

With another *pop* they landed gracefully on the soft grass. Fleur was happy that she no longer landed on her backside like the 1st few times she apparated. It was a sin for a Veela, the most sexual and beautiful creature on the planet to be clumsy and landing on her ass infront of so many people. This would not only embarrass her but her whole kind.

The blonde witch was relieved that the crowd barely spared them a look, too busy to go to the stadium and find places in the stands. They arrived late, so they only had time to leave their belongings in the tent. The Delacours were a known and respected family all around the world which meant they had the best seats and view. The british ministry invited them thinking they could strengthen the relationship between the 2 countries but all Europe knew that the british politics were only working for their own gain or were corrupted. If they didn't remove their heads from the toilet, something bad was bound to happen. Fleur's mother only accepted because of the Veelas from Bulgaria who were going to entertain the public in the half times of the game. It was a long time since they've last heard anything feom the veelas in that country and her mother wanted to catch up on things.

Fleur felt someone sitting beside her so she looked left of her shoulder to see who it was. There she saw a blonde boy who was openly gawking at her and gave her a smile, which he probably thought was alluring. Fleur barely contained herself not to roll her eyes. He was good looking, there was no arguing there but he lacked personality or mind of his own. The veela looked at the older man with longer straight blonde hair sitting beside him, his father most likely and knew why this boy was so shallow, it was obvious who was the voice and reason in this boy's family. Fleur returned her gaze back to the now drooling boy and gave him a cheeky smirk which had an immediate effect, if you bothered looking down to his pants. Unlike her sister she didn't have problem being starred at, as long as they didn't touch. She averted her eyes toward the stadium when the british minister started his speech and the beginning of the match.

Time was passing too slow for Fleur's liking. Why was this game so long, it was like the players were there to only put up a show for the oddience. She have watched quidditch games that didn't last more than 15 minutes. Her backside hurted for staying on this seat for more than 3 hours and worse, that blonde... boy never once averted his eyes from her, and she hated she couldn't do anything to stop him from doing it without attracting attention.

The fans have definitely prepared themselves for this "big event" since they were still shouting and even louder than before, and the blonde witch was wondering how her ears haven't started bleeding yet. Why couldn't this idiots just end the game so she could go back to her tent, put a silencing charm on her bed and fall asleep. Did the seekers of the both countries suck that much, that they couldn't find a golden ball flying around the stadium for more than 3 hours.

She rubbed her eyes in frustration when another pause of the game was made so the players could take a break, so the bulgarian veelas took their places in the middle of the stadium and started dancing, and singing. She looked at the public and started to regret not taking a swimsuit for she was having the fealing that she will drown from all the drooling. But then a horrible screechin noice reached her ears and she turned back to the stadium where the veela women were shouting at each other and starting to transform into the bird creatures they were.. Fleur looked at her mother who was hiding her face with her hand and shooking her head disappointedly. One hell of a way of showing the beauty and grace of her kind to who knows how many thousand people. Now, even more false rumors would spread . The lack of information about them gave witches and wizards opportunity to spread lies about her kind and this was not the way to prove them wrong.

When the game was finaly over with the bulgarians loss, Fleur and her mother were stroding off towards the bulgarian veelas tent. The blue eyed witch knew the young women were in quite the mess with which they not only embarrassed themselves but their own people. Fleur preferred to stay infront of the tent and wait for her mother to be done with what she was planning. Appoline wasn't a force to be reckoned with and the girls inside were going to get the speech of their lives.

The blonde waited and hated that her mother was taking so long. How much she wished, she could go to her tent and crash in bed, even the thought of laying on the dirty ground and fall asleep was aluring. Wasn't this her plan all along, to take some break from her sister and compensate for the times she had to stay awake.

A loud scream was heard from somewhere. Wow, those Ireland's knew how to party, thought Fleur. She saw clouds of smoke in the far distance. The veela was starting to get a bad fealing about this when her mother exited the tent and asked what was going on. They looked to the hundreds witches and wizards running in random directions shouting that they've been attacked and that death eaters were burning everything in their path. Appoline grabbed her daughter and told her to run away from the clearing, straight to the forrest, and apparate back to France. Fleur was about to protest but her mother gave her a warning glare and dashed towards the burning tents to help the british ministry fight off the intruders.

Fleur stood there for a few more seconds and angrily did what she was told. She hated being treated like some kid that couldn't take care of itself, she was 17 for Merlin's sake, top student in school and an excellent duelist. The blonde felt like a damn coward.

In her anger she was barely seeing the road before her and there were always consequences,when she crashed into something or someone or maybe that someone collided with her. The veela sprawled on the floor which was surprisingly soft. She lifted herself on all fours ready to yell at the blasted idiot that ran her over, when the most amazing thing in a veela's life happened, she found her, the one and only, her reason for living and in such a delicious position, all sprawled beneath her, her flawless chocolate curls like a halo around her pretty face, eyes wide and stunned, cheeks flushed, her pink lips slightly parted. And that pink tank top and form fitting jeans didn't make the situation any easier. Fleur was turned on beyond belief and for the 1st time in her life she flushed.

She felt her eyes shifting color to golden and was trying with iron will to keep the beast at bay before it made her rip the innocent girl's clothes and take her right on the durty ground and mark her. Fleur felt the brunettes hands on her shoulder trying to push her away which reminded her that they were still in the clearing and far from safety. The veela's protective instincts kicked in, she grabbed the smaller girl and dragged her toward the forest.

When they reached the safety of the trees, the older witch let go of her mate's hands and pinned the girl to the nearest tree. The young witch tried to push Fleur away again but it was obvious who the stronger one was so the attempts were futile.

"Let go of me, now!" ordered the chocolate haired girl with a deathly glare.

"Wow, you are the bossiest damsel in distress I 'ave ever rescued" joked the blonde and studied the witch, memorising her every feature . She liked what she was seeing, the hazel eyed girl, even in such close proximity to her and her thrall was sharp as an arrow and with quite the personality. Like most veelas, Fleur loved a challenge and it was obvious this girl wasn't planning to let herself be swept off her feet. This child will be in danger if she ever found herself in one room with her kind. It was well known that veelas didn't hold back when they desiried something, or someone.

"Rescued? More like kidnapped." shot the smaller girl still fighting to get herself free.

"Tell me your name." Fleur asked softly.

"What?" question the pinned girl.

"I want to know your name." repeated the blonde.

"I'm not telling my name to a complete stranger." the brunette replied stubbornly.

"If we knew each ot'er better will you tell me?" asked Fleur starring at the girl's pink lips and licking her own unconsciously.

"Ahm, maybe?" the hazel eyed girl didn't know where this was going but she didn't like it one bit.

Fleur leaned forward, mare centimeters from the beautiful face before her and replied seductively "Then let us know eachother better"and with that said she crashed their lips together.

The blonde was in heaven, the innocent kiss was more than what she expected, so much more. She licked the girl's lips asking her to open her mouth so she could have a taste, but the brunette wasn't complying and Fleur wasn't ready to let this go so soon. She found the chocolate curls and yanked her mate's head backwards. The surprised girl yelped which gave the older witch an opening and she delved her tongue inside. The moan the girl gave encouraged Fleur to go deeper, to seek more so she pushed her chosen one closer the her own body but still not being close enough.

The moment ended when a spell flew past them and hit a nearby tree, setting it on fire. Fleur turned around, wand at hand, infront of her soulmate protectively ready to hex the hell out of whoever dared to interrupt the best moment in her life. She saw men in black robes and masks fight with other witches and wizards.

She wasn't planning to stick around to see how this ended, her top priority was her mate and her safety. She turned to face her beloved to do just that but came face to face with only the tree and her meaning of life, gone.

Did she just made the same mistake like her younger sister and lost her mate? What was she, stupid? How did her chosen one slip away from her so fast and without the veela even noticing it. No, she wasn't the stupid one here, her soulmate should have done her homework because there was no escaping a Veela.

Let her run and hide, sooner ot later Fleut will find her and show her there is no escaping destiny.

The end... nah, just kidding , you guys only red the last part of the chapter didn't you? (cough cough)

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