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Veelan
Harry's POV
My neck was sore and when I rubbed the spot where it was hurting and a wave of…pleasure passed through me. That was when everything started to come back to me. I am now in my bed trying to figure out a way to get up without the other guys noticing me. I never knew what arousal was until I reached this moment. For the longest time my biggest concern was fighting and defeating Voldemort. Now, it was finding and caressing my mate.
I shivered at the word.
Hermione Jane Granger, the most innocent and honest personne I knew, actually turned out to be so much more than that. I was, truthfully, a little disappointed. I wanted Hermione to remain the innocent girl I had always known because I did not want to see her grow up. I did not want everyone to know how pretty or how feisty I knew she really was because I wanted to keep it all to myself. I wanted no one to crave Hermione like I did.
But it happened and I felt as if my whole world was crashing down.
I had to always play the part of her big brother and protector- but in the end I wanted her so much. I could never tell her that she was so much more than a sidekick to me, that she brightened up every step of this journey and made me want to live. Hermione had no idea how much this mark on my neck meant to me (now that I was awake enough to realize it). It was a mark made by her lips, her teeth, her lust.
Thinking about it made shivers run down my spine.
I slowly made my way out of my bed and quickly wrapped my robe around my body. I headed toward the washroom in desperate need of a cold shower, but as soon as I stripped at made my way into the shower, my fingers moved the dial to hot water and I never realized how good it felt. I take my time in the shower, loving the way the hot water relaxed all my tense muscles, before washing my body. Painfully enough, I cannot get soft- even after I had turned the water to cold.
Forgetting all the efforts I make my way out of the shower and dry my body. I wrapped the towel around my waist and open up a spot to look into the mirror. I examine the little red mark on my neck, being careful not to touch it, because I did not need an accident open for everyone to see. It really looked as if two fangs had pierced my neck.
I cup my hand over my mark (careful not to touch it) and close my eyes. I remembered Hermione's lips on my neck, and chest and let out a strangled groan. She felt so good, and warm- I couldn't believe that my best friend since forever, actually sucked on my body. And I couldn't believe I had actually provoked it. When I saw her that day after lunch, I knew something had just happened between her and Malfoy. I just didn't know what- but I had to make sure she was mine. I did not want to loose her to anyone so I licked her and to my immense pleasure and surprise, she tasted so sweet.
And I'm not sure if it was my imagination or not, but she liked it more than I did.
"I'm all hers." I said sighing before I changed my clothes.
The funny thing about it was that I've always wanted it to be that way.
It was still early (too early to go down to breakfast) so I leave the Gryffindor Common Room and head toward the grounds. I was wary of potential attacks but tried to remember that Voldemort would not attack me when I was at my best, and most protected. I find my way to the lake and sit down by the edge. The water is very pretty and calm- and over the years I've found myself most fond of it. The lake holds so many memories for me; from snowball fights in first year, to my breaking up and rejoining with Ginny this year.
Bugger it all. I forgot all about Ginny.
I sigh and tilt my head back. I flop onto the ground and look into the morning sky. It is just starting to become light all over. Ginny enters my mind again. She was my light, at one point. I didn't remember when it changed exactly- I knew why but I didn't want to admit it. I loved her- but she had other plans for herself. I'm not sure if it was intentional or not, but my feelings for her changed once I stop deceiving myself over her integrity. I chuckle darkly. I'm still deceiving myself because I'm still with her.
A few clouds roll past and I sigh again. Ginny gave me a sense of security and belonging. If I had her, then I would be like any normal personne. I was stupid to think that. I want to be normal, I don't want to fight, but it is not my place to determine whether I fight or not. For her, for Ginny, I was fooling myself. I thought I loved her, to be sure, but I can't say for sure that I really know what love is. I mean- have I ever really been loved? I nod. Of course I have, it just wasn't the love I was talking about. Has anyone ever fallen in love with me? Me, Harry Potter? I thought Ginny was the answer and then it all came crashing down.
I've always wondered what could cause a personne to be disloyal. Ron and Hermione have both had their share of disloyalty towards me and I've had my share towards them. But why did we do it? Was it worth it in the end? Does she feel satisfaction being disloyal to me? I laugh a little louder than I thought I would. Did she honestly think me so foolish as to not know what she was doing? Did she think it would not hurt? I laughed again. Did that stupid wench think that I would turn my back on Hermione and not believe the truth?
I was becoming bitter- that wasn't good, but I needed to get this out.
I knew she was cheating on me weeks before Hermione told me. I was grateful Hermione even told me and I could tell that from the moment she found out she let me know. Ron, Hermione and I have too much to deal with without adding secrets in the mix as well. Some people would just never understand how far Ron and Hermione will go for me. I sighed and sat up. The unsuccessful horcrux hunt proved that for me. For something we didn't even gain- Ron almost lost his sight and Hermione almost lost her ability to have children. You could never tell by looking at them now but their faces with learning the consequences of their action will stay with me for the rest of my life.
Some people find them strong but they know the truth and so do I. None of us know if we will come out alive in the end. So it is important to make sure we do what we can to the fullest- and for them, the fullest means protecting me.
"Protecting me?" I question myself quietly. "This whole time, I've been thinking that I needed to do the protecting."
A small breeze rippled the water's surface. Sometimes, being the hero is not as glorious as it sounds. If I die, what will have changed? I smile grimly. If I die, Voldemort is coming with me. I cannot allow Hermione to be harmed further. She didn't know it, but if she was injured any more in that same spot- her chances of having children one day would be zero. I bit my lip. I loved Hermione too much to have that happen. I lift my hand to my Mark.
Why in the world would I be her mate? From all my readings veela only had one mate. I was pleasantly surprised, naturally, but something inside of me sort of hurts. I want so much more than that feeling of Hermione against me, that need to feel her body. I wanted to be- I wanted that hole inside of me filled. That part of me that doesn't know what love actually is needs to be satisfied as well. I look past the lake, suddenly feeling lonely. Why did she mark me? Was it purely because of her lust for me? Or was there something else there? I didn't want to get my hopes up but I love Hermione more than I can say. What if there is no love in return?
I knew the reason why I deceived myself with Ginny. It was because she gave off the impression that she loved me for me. I did not want to loose that so I kept on saying that I loved her in return. I was stupid because I did not love her nor do I love her now. The only one I love is Hermione and I will make her fall in love with me if I have to… if she doesn't already. But I didn't want to hope too much.
I got off the ground and started to make my way a back to the castle. It was going to be breakfast soon and I wanted catch Hermione before she got in. Perhaps this veela thing would make my job easier. I must find a way to thank Malfoy. He is making my life a little easier in terms of Hermione.
I see some of the students walk to the Great Hall. A whiff of pretty fills me and I barely stop myself from drooling. My mate was in the corridor. How fortunate I was! All that thinking made me hungry and Hermione's flesh smelled surprisingly… delicious. I look around through the students and find my mate's untamable hair. How amazing it would be to take a nice fistful of it and yank her into a kiss. I was drooling for certain. I follow Hermione until we are about to pass an empty corridor. I stop as I reach the corridor and call out to my best friend, and love interest.
"Hermione Jane!"
At once Hermione turns her head and grins. She makes a U-turn when I motion for her to come towards me.
"Thank-you Harry for letting everyone know my name." she says grinning.
"Not a problem." I reply. "No classes today? You're not carrying any books."
Hermione nods.
"I'm glad you can tell." Hermione's sarcasm is refreshing. "But no, I'm just going to the Library and then going to find a nice spot on the grounds to practise some healing charms. I want to teach you them for tomorrow night."
I smirk.
"Am I allowed private lessons?" I asked cheekily.
Hermione smirks and flicks her hair behind her shoulder in a very Hermione-ish way.
"No you are not." She replies and I'd feel slightly wounded if not for the smirk on her very nice lips.
"Why not? I need as much help as I can get." I say grinning. "I mean… I'm inexperienced and everything."
Hermione flushes slightly. The colour is very nice on her cheeks. I start to wonder what it would look like when bathed in firelight.
"I'll have you know Potter that I'm just as inexperienced as you are." She says pouting slightly. I chuckle and lift my hand to Hermione's collar. I lower one side and finger around Draco's mark.
"This seems to suggest otherwise." I whisper tenderly. "I am wondering how exactly you managed to get him to pounce…"
Hermione was at a loss of breath but looked about ready to pounce herself.
"I… can show you if you'd like." Hermione started breathily. "Wait! No Harry it's too early for this!"
I laugh and pull away from Hermione. She was quite cute when she was flustered. I tap her nose with my finger and grin. Inside however, I'm starting to feel a little aroused. That smooth flesh of hers was quite tempting and I was starting to understand how she got Draco to pounce on her. She didn't really have to do much.
"Okay then." I say smiling. "But I have a question for you."
Hermione nods adjusting back to 'business' mode.
"Sure, what is it?" she asks me.
I smile and place my hand on top of Hermione's head in a 'big-brother'-ish type of way.
"Why exactly did you mark me?" I ask.
Hermione looks surprised.
"It's because you're my mate." Hermione replies, unsure if that is the thing I wanted to hear. She is correct in being unsure.
"I understand that, sure, but why?" I pressed. I still had a smile on my face, but I was being serious. Hermione looks confused.
"I don't understand your-" Hermione starts.
"I'm in love with you." I cut Hermione short and watched her pretty brown eyes grow wide. "I've loved you since I knew Ginny did not love me. Now tell me, why did you mark me?"
Hermione kept opening and closing her mouth. Hermione-the-fish is kinda cute.
"I- I- that is to say…" Hermione stutters. I ruffled Hermione's hair more. She was beyond flustered.
"That is to say, what?" I question.
Hermione flushes.
"Harry I wasn't expecting this at all and I-"
"Just answer the question Hermione." I say cutting Hermione off once more.
Hermione looks up at me hopelessly.
"This isn't fair Harry! You just can't pressure me like this!"
"You're not going to eat unless you answer the question." I say. "Now, why did you mark me?"
Hermione lifts her hand to cover her mouth and squeezes her eyes shut for a moment.
"Alright!" she huffs. "I've fancied you since we were thirteen! And with my whole ordeal with Draco I was beginning to think that I would not be able to tell you because I love Draco too and I marked you because I cannot live without being next to you or by you or- Harry I hate you so much!!"
Hermione said this all really fast, and rather animatedly but I understood her. I've been speaking her language since forever, after all.
"But, my dearest Hermione, you just told me that you fancied me." I say in a teasing tone. "So now I'm all confused. Do you fancy me or hate me?"
Hermione glared at me. It was very attractive on her and before I formally recognized that I loved her, I found it attractive. She just did it to Ron so much that I found myself jealous, and disliking it. I fancy it a lot more now.
"Harry James Potter! I can't stand you!" Hermione turns to head into the Great Hall. I laugh and follow her.
"Love you too Hermione." I say grinning. I catch up to her and loop my arm with hers. She's all huffy, but is pleased as well. I know she isn't upset with me.
"Oy!"
Hermione and I turn around and see Ron coming towards us. We stop to wait for him.
"I've been calling you forever!" Ron says. "But I should've known you'd be with Hermione, since you weren't in bed and all."
Ron's voice is suggestive and I grin but Hermione gives Ron one of her famous looks.
"I'll have you know that Harry and I just met up a few minutes earlier. We did not have time, therefore, to do any of the nasty things going through for mind." She says. But she is grinning. She loops her free arm with Ron's and we continue to walk to the Great Hall. I can tell she is happy to have us around, and I can share the feeling. Having my two best friends around is the best feeling in the world. Honestly.
Breakfast is started and I notice Ron looking at the Slytherin table. I follow his gaze.
"Something wrong?" I ask him.
"'Mione's man isn't here this morning." Ron says. I glare at him.
"Her other man." Ron corrects himself.
"He had a meeting last night and is in no mood to come to breakfast." Hermione replies. "I'm going to bring him up some food later."
"Is he alright?" I ask.
Hermione shrugs.
"Not really, but I plan on making him feel better." Hermione replies.
Ron and I give Hermione looks.
"Not like that perverts." Hermione snaps.
I laugh. I didn't really care about Malfoy, I just did not want Hermione to be upset because of him. If he turned out to be a liar, I will kill him first regardless of the consequences.
"Hey Harry. Good morning."
I turn my head to the greeting and it is my…girlfriend, Ginny. How the word sounded so…tainted. I smiled, not feeling as bitter as I was this morning. I already knew that we would have to call it quits, I just didn't want to dig that far down and find it.
"Morning, Ginny." I say cheerfully.
"You're chipper this morning!" Ginny says happily. "Why?"
"Because it's the morning where I get to let you go." I said with my cheerful smile in place. Ginny's grin slowly fades.
"What…?" She is confused. I guess I have to clarify.
"I am breaking up with you, as of now." I said unable to keep the smile off my face. I know Ron and Hermione are pointedly looking away and conversing amongst themselves. I see the shock and pain all over Ginny's face, but did she honestly think I would not do this to her?
"W-why? W-what would cause you to do this?" Ginny asks me with teary eyes.
"I do want to make this a big scene. So let's go outside." I said standing up. Ron and Hermione look my way.
"Want us to come too?" Ron asks me.
I nod.
"That'd be helpful." I reply. Hermione stands up first and I knew it would happen, but Ginny starts pointing her finger at her.
"This is all your fault!" Ginny cries and stands up.
"Ginny, lets take this outside." I say quickly. I knew a thing or three about tempers and I did not want anyone else getting hurt.
"No! We're going to settle this now!" Ginny whips out her wand. By this time the Great Hall is almost silent. I hated things like this.
"Now, Miss Ginny Weasley, you are going to have to conduct yourself in a proper manner or else I will be forced to deduct House Points and owl your mother and father." Hermione said in her 'Head Girl' tone of voice.
Ginny reddened but I knew she could not possibly face her whole house as well as her mum. She stormed out of the Great Hall and we followed her.
"So how are we going to avoid being hexed?" Ron asks as we walk to the gardens.
"I didn't train you for nothing." Hermione snaps. "We'll have to reason with her first and if that doesn't work then we can curse her."
"Hermione! She's my sister!" Ron gasps.
"Fine, you're excluded then. Harry and I will hex her," Hermione huffs. She's so cute.
"You're impossible," Ron mutters.
"I'm joking Ronald," Hermione sighs. "I won't attack unless I'm attacked. Alright?"
Ron looks unsure but nods.
"But you have to admit she is in the wrong Ron. She cheated on me." I say, finally adding to the conversation.
"I'll admit it. That is why I'm on your side. But she is still blood." Ron says. "I'm just there as a witness to the whole Malfoy, Hermione…you thing."
Ron visibly shivers.
"It still weirds me out that the three of you will be sharing a bed…"
"We will not!" Hermione cries horrified. "We will be living in different homes. Or at least Harry and Draco will be. I'll have to switch from place to place,"
"That actually sounds pretty… bad Hermione." Ron grins.
Hermione sighs.
"I know… but it's the truth."
"Actually… the three of us doesn't sound so bad…" I say in an offhand kind of way.
Hermione turns to me positively shocked.
"Harry James!" she cries. "That is absolutely mad!"
I shrug.
"I've heard veela do that when there is more than one mate involved. And in our case there is certainly more than one mate." I say grinning.
Ron laughs at Hermione's expression then turns to me.
"Are you sure you don't fancy Malfoy, mate?" Ron asks me.
I'm repulsed by the very thought. I grab Hermione closer to me.
"The only one I'll fancy is Hermione. Ron don't even joke like that." I say seriously. Ron laughs and we enter the garden. I am in a poor mood thanks to Ron and Hermione is still in horrified shock. We walk to where Ginny is and find that her wand is happily pointed towards Hermione. I am not so happy about it and fight the urge to hex her right then and then.
"We did not come here to fight Ginny. We just want to explain things." I say quickly. "Please put your wand down."
"I don't want to here that crap!' Ginny seethes. "We were fine up until this morning!"
"Ginny… you and I both know that we weren't." I say calmly. I'm raging inside because for months I have been trying to deceive myself into thinking that she still loved me when she didn't. How could she, when she was cheating on me for so long?
"If we were not fine then why didn't you speak to me about it? Why did you go to Hermione?" Ginny is trying to put the guilty act on me like it's my fault.
"Because you're a liar." Hermione snaps. "Harry's not as dull as you take him for. He knew you were cheating on him but he was giving you a second chance!"
"What the hell do you know you Slytherin whore! You're no better than me!" Ginny says.
"Don't snap at me because I've claimed Harry as my own." Hermione says. I shiver in delight. The words sounded so lovely coming from her mouth.
"Ginny! We're only trying to sort things out!" Ron says quickly. "Please can we not resort to name calling?"
"Oh come off it Ron!" Ginny cries. "She's not as innocent as people think she is! She's tricked you and Harry too!"
It wasn't Hermione's fault she desires our touch. It's because of the veela inside of her. I wasn't complaining because I could touch her all I wanted and she'd have to give in.
"You don't know anything about our situation Ginny! You can't say that about Hermione." Ron defends and I felt so proud of him.
"No you don't seem to get it! She's been shagging Draco Malfoy! And I bet she's been in with his friend too!"
I felt Hermione shake beside me in anger.
"You ignorant little hypocrite! How dare you talk to me about shagging someone when you've been in with Dean this whole time! How dare you shift the blame on me now that Harry's no longer interested! You little b-"
I grab Hermione's wrist and pull her close to me to keep her from cursing. I did not want to have her pretty mouth tainted with such harsh speech.
"Calm down 'Mione… relax," I say pressing my forehead against her own.
Hermione growls in warning but I don't let her go. The sound was incredibly sexy and I tremble. I know she feels my shiver because we are touching and I know she is enjoying it.
"Potter I'm not in the mood for this right now," Hermione says angrily, but her voice is barely above a whisper.
"What are you in the mood for?" I ask silkily.
Hermione smirks.
"Beating your ex to a pulp, then moving onto you," Hermione's voice did this sexy 'let's-go!' sort of thing and I had no idea she was capable of such a tone. Damn, this was no time to get aroused.
"You know how much I fancy your beatings…" I whisper huskily in Hermione's ear.
"We are trying not to provoke her, if you two don't mind." Ron snaps. I grin and pull away from Hermione. She turns to Ginny and gives her a triumphant smirk. Being that Hermione's fancied me for so long, I think it's time she's felt that she was paid for it. But we were not trying to provoke Ginny… too much.
"Damn you! You can't prove I've been shagging anyone!" Ginny cries. "Harry why can't you see the truth about her?"
"Listen. I loved you, with everything I had and you threw it away! Do you expect me to just love you again and not give Hermione a chance?" I was trembling with rage and I really wanted to hex her to oblivion. It was worse than feeling as if Hermione had lied to me with Malfoy… I think. No, I think that was far worse because by that time, I was already in love with Hermione. Ginny opened her mouth to speak.
"Don't even talk! I don't want to hear any of your excuses because you never listened to mine!" I snap. "You're not worthy of me- damn I can't even tell what I think of you right now! You're lucky Ron's my best mate or else, I don't think I would be able to hold back."
I was so angry, I was tearing.
"I won't say I hate you, because I only have room in my heart to hate one personne but… you are on that thin line! Bugger it all Ginny! Was I not good enough for you? Am I not good looking enough for you? Why the hell would you…?"
I felt Hermione's head against my shoulder and Ron's hand on my other one. I was crying. Ginny opens her mouth again but I couldn't take it.
"Just don't talk, please." I say quietly. "We're over."
I turn around and start walking back to the castle. I wipe my eyes furiously. I feel… a little better, I think. Suddenly Hermione pushes me to the ground and I hear Ron yelling.
"Oh hell no-"
Hermione's fury is…indescribable.
I look up in time to see Hermione jump off of me and dash toward Ginny. Then I see her fist connect with Ginny's jaw. I am horrified and scramble to pull Hermione off of Ginny. Ron is also then pulling the two apart. Hermione's eyes are glowing and she is positively mad. I wrap my arms around her waist and Ron grabs her flailing arms.
"Go to the hospital wing now!" Ron commands Ginny and she scrambles away scared witless.
Ron and I drag an enraged Hermioneinto the castle. Her eyes are still glowing brown and she is honestly about to pound us both flat.
"Let me at the little whore!" she struggles to break free.
"Hermione calm down!" Ron says. "Mind your own damn business!"
Ron snaps at some onlookers.
"Hermione!!" I say tightening my hold on her waist.
Hermione growls at me and this time I'm more scared than aroused. Not saying I'm not aroused though.
"If you don't let me go-!"
More people were starting to look and I was getting a little annoyed. Hermione was stronger than she looked and it reminded me not to get on her bad side. Her naughty side maybe but not her bad one. Hermione was getting angrier by the second and Ron and I would be unable to hold her.
"Ron do a blinding spell!"
Ron nods and lets go of Hermione. I felt backwards not realizing how much strength Ron put into holding Hermione down. In a second a white light emitted from Ron's wand and the crowd yelled in blinded agony. I turn around causing Hermione to crouch down and expose her neck. In a flash I pull down her collar and chomp on her neck. She tenses then relaxes. I feel her blood in my mouth and at first I am repulsed but then it tastes sweet and I find myself intoxicated.
"That is so gross." Ron says and I realize he is kneeling besides us.
"Maybe but it has calmed Hermione down." I reply. "Are they all gone?"
"Naw, but I've threatened them enough to have them pee in their pants." Ron says smirking. "…Are you finished?"
I nod, detaching myself from Hermione neck. She is unconscious.
"Thanks." I say wiping my mouth on my robes.
Ron nods and takes Hermione from me. I feel a pang of jealousy but I squash it. Hermione is mine in all aspects. We take Hermione to the Head tower and ignore everyone who speaks to us.
"So… that thing you did…it looked like you were drinking her blood," Ron says offhandedly but I can tell he's both scared and intrigued.
"I was. But I hadn't intended to do so. I bit down harder than I thought I would but, I'm not complaining because it had to be done eventually." I explain to Ron.
"What do you mean 'had to be done eventually'?" Ron asks me.
I pull down my collar and show Ron my Mark.
"In order for veela to maintain our sanity we have to drink the blood of our mate. And it's not like a vampire Ron, we just have to have enough to mingle bloods." I finish.
"I… think I understand," Ron says quietly. "…So our 'Mione has… two?"
I nod.
"Yes… and we have to hand her over to Malfoy now." I'm bitter about it.
"Why?" Ron asks me.
"He was the first one to start this whole thing… so technically he has the most authority. You can't hear him, but he's telling me to bring Hermione to him."
"Are you sure you want to do that?"
"He won't eat her."
"You sure? He is Malfoy…"
"If he hurts her we have permission to kill him."
Ron chuckles but is silent for a moment.
"…If he dies… then won't 'Mione die as well?"
I look at Ron surprised but shake my head.
"…No, because she has me. But if Hermione dies, both Malfoy and I will die because there is only one mate for us."
Ron curses and I understand him completely. In the final war, we have to protect Hermione with everything we have, but knowing her she won't want to be protected. And with the veela inside of her, she will be the one doing all the protecting. I knew from the moment she growled at me that she would do anything to protect her mates. It's sexy and scary at the same time…
(LINE)
The last month has been surprisingly calm and peaceful- or so I thought as I was happily sitting in the courtyard. All of a sudden Ron and Hermione came running toward me looking panicked. I instantly knew what was going on. I stood up, feeling calmer than I thought I would, and faced my friends. Ron and Hermione were out of breath when they reached me. I look at them, trying my best to take in everything about them. If I was going to die right now, I wanted to think about my mates. I wanted to drink them up and smile in my last seconds.
As the two of them regained their breaths, I took a step closer and embraced them. I was never so comfortable in my entire life. I inhale their scents and find them to be have a lingering trace of musky fear. I frown.
"You knew it would come to this," I say quietly. "You knew but, you're still scared?" I hug my friends tighter.
"Calm down, or else I don't think I'll be able to fight," I finish softly. An overwhelming sadness comes over me and a tear falls from my eye. I clutch my friends even more. I feel their arms wrap around me. If this was the last time I was to see them, I wanted them to remember me as strong. I finally release them and look into their eyes. They are less frightened now and look at me calmly. I smile, knowing that I have relaxed them, because I am their leader.
"Let's go." I said.
On the way there Ron and Hermione explain that Voldemort busted into the castle and that he is in other courtyard- the bigger one, the one for the Great Battle. I am ready for everything because this is my destiny. I have prepared for it- my friends and I have prepared for it. So, I have nothing to fear.
I run out into the courtyard and everything stops. I release a breath- ready to fight Voldemort. I look around and notice his Death Eaters crowded around him. They are all covered in their black hoods with their wands raised. The D.A. are there and I look around and notice the Order there as well. Something strange catches my sense of smell. I can't put a name to it so I train my eyes on Voldemort. The bastard is sneering at me.
"At long last Harry," Voldemort starts. "How you've grown. You look just like your father, but of course, you have your mother's eyes."
"Shut-up!" I spit. "You have no right to talk about my parents!"
Voldemort chuckles and I shiver with repulsion.
"Why ever not, Harry? We are connected, you and I," Voldemort says in his low hissing voice.
"I'd never be connected to a bastard like you!" I feel disgusted at the thought. "Let's finish this right now!"
Voldemort's Death Eaters laugh.
"So eager to die Potter?" the voice of Bellatrix Lestrange comes to my ears. That little whore pushed Sirius behind the veil. I was trembling with rage. She was the reason I did not have a happy life- a second father.
"Even if he was you wouldn't be the one to kill him!" I turn my head when Ron started speaking.
"I wouldn't even waste my breath on a muggle-lover like you!" Bellatrix spat.
Hermione laughed.
"Would you rather fight a muggle-born then?" She asks grinning. "I'll be glad to accommodate you."
Hermione is cracking her fingers and I realize that she hasn't taken out her wand yet. Was she mad? Voldemort laughs again.
"Are you sure you wouldn't want Malfoy to accommodate you?" he sneers. "I'm quite sure he'll love to watch you writhe in pain."
Hermione grins. She turns her head and I see the most frightening look upon her face.
"Not if I make him writhe first…" Hermione's voice is low and dangerous. There is no room for arousal.
"Don't be so cocky, mudblood. I never loved you for a second," Draco says as he removes his hood. His expression was serious and if I thought that he was joking at first, my mind was completely changed after seeing the look in his eyes. They were cold and filled with hatred for Hermione. I felt scared for Hermione and furious at Malfoy. The damn aristocrat sneers.
"What? Did you actually believe all of that?" Malfoy questions my best mate. "Why in the world would I even want you?"
Hermione, silent, lifted her hand to touch her neck.
"If that's true then what's this? Surely you can't erase it." Her voice wasn't weak yet, but it wasn't strong like normal.
Malfoy laughed.
"You foolish mudblood! My veelan blood would never choose you! I already have a mate. That was just for show," Malfoy replies with maniacal eyes. "Unfortunately I had to share some of my precious blood but since I don't really care, I can kill you off right now."
Hermione was silent. I didn't know what I was feeling from her.
"You're a filthy dirty blood- not even worthy of the name of Malfoy. I'm disgusted I even touched you."
A tear slips from Hermione's eye. Malfoy broke the straw when he spat on the ground. Ron curses loudly at Malfoy. My wand started to glow and I point it at Malfoy. The Death Eaters all tense but did not do anything.
"You've just broken the only thing tying you to the ship, Malfoy," I say in low tones. My wand grew brighter. A terrible power was rising in me. My eyes were glowing and I noticed Ron take a step back from me.
"Go ahead Potter, fire at me," Malfoy sneers. "You wouldn't dare because your precious mudblood with hate you for it."
Without hesitation I throw a hex at Malfoy. His cheek starts to bleed and he looks at me surprised.
"I am not no nice," my voice won't go any louder than a rough whisper. I raise my wand and point it directly at his heart. The only reason I hit his cheek was because Hermione moved my arm at the last second.
"Oh Harry, don't be so gentle," Hermione says in a raspy breath. "Ron, I and the others will take on the Death Eaters. You handle Voldemort."
"Do you honestly think we're scared of you, mudblood?" Dolohov says ginning. Hermione turns frighteningly sinister eyes onto the hooded Dolohov. Her hand shakes as she lifts it to her stomach. I feel a awesome aura come from Hermione I realize she is far beyond my control.
"I have… a debt to repay." There was such a small pause between her sentence and the hex she cast upon Dolohov that took me several seconds to realize he was thrown into the castle wall and spitting blood. Dolohov's hood came off and one another Death Eater went over to help him up. Dolohov coughs blood, still in shock from Hermione's attack. I looked back at Hermione, actually feeling wary of her. Her eyes were glowing and she was smiling strangely. How long had she been harboring such hated for Dolohov? And why?
"Blood hell," Ron gasps covering his mouth. "'Mione, what the hell is wrong with you."
Hermione moves her hand from her stomach and closes her eyes. When she opens them they no longer glowing.
"Harry, this is a war. Why are we just standing here waiting to be attacked?!" Hermione sounds furious, but she was right.
"So eager to die, mudblood?" Malfoy sneers. Ron and I didn't even get the chance to say "shut-up" before Malfoy was knocked onto the ground. But it was not by a hex, that Malfoy was uprooted, but by Hermione's fist. Somehow she had apparted herself in front of Malfoy but no one could apparate or disapparate on Hogwarts grounds. I was amazed but had little time to be because I spell whizzed by my ear. Voldemort grinned and the war actually starts.
The air is filled with color and noise. I am feeling so many things that I need a way to let it all go. Luckily for me, Voldemort is waiting for me to reach him. I pummel my way through hexes and spell, Death Eaters and Order members alike, until I make my way to Voldemort. We don't even bother talking to one another and begin out duel. Out of the corner of my eye Ron and Bellatrix are fiercely firing spells at one another, while his sister is leading the order into battle with various members of the Dark. Hermione is happily (or angrily really) entertaining Malfoy and Dolohov with her breath taking wandless magic. I grin knowing that Malfoy was not going to get out of this alive. And Hermione knew not to underestimate him or any of the Death Eaters, but she was not to be underestimated herself. Not to mention she was in a right state.
I dodge a spell but get cut in the arm by a dual one. I roll onto the floor and groan in pain. I feel as if my arm is on fire. I don't have time to think before I leap out of the way of another hex. I fire my own at Voldemort and he easily dodges it. I shoot several others that are all easily avoided. I realize for the first time what I am up against. Voldemort laughs.
"My it is a pity the Prophecy has chosen a boy with such lousy aim," Voldemort mocks me. I hate being mocked.
"Shut-up!" I cry running forward and throwing an arsenal of hexes. Voldemort actually has to move more to avoid being hit. He casts a spell and it hits me in the stomach. I double over in pain.
"Harry!" I hear Remus cry. "Stand up!"
Oh yeah, sure, easier said than done. I manage to roll away from Voldemort and quickly hold my stomach from the pain. I look at my hand and see that it is covered in blood. What the hell…? I wince and try to stand up.
"Does it hurt Potter?" Voldemort laughs.
I manage to get to my feet but the puddle of blood they are in don't make me feel better.
"Harry you idiot! Use the healing spell I taught you!" Hermione's voice cuts through the air. Voldemort growls and hexes Hermione to the ground. She laughs as the spell hits her and she disappears. I blink my eyes several times as I use the healing spell.
"You missed me," Hermione laughs again. She is on the other side of Voldemort. He turns around.
"Your magic is good."
"I pay attention in class." Hermione replies grinning. Just then Dolohov and Malfoy appear next to her and engage her in battle once more. Her diversion is enough to alloy my strength to come back. I hear Ron yelling something obscene and Remus laughing. I'm so glad they are having fun.
Voldemort turns back to me and I engage him in battle once more.
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I am broken and bleeding so much that it hurt to breathe. But I have to fight for everyone who has fallen. I get hit by Voldemort once more and I don't think I can take much more. Crucio is more than I can bare and I am being forced to take it. I cry out, unable to keep it in any longer. I am barely able to see past Voldemort but I am not the only one suffering. Light was waning and dying out. We couldn't hold out much longer, but it hurt so much.
Suddenly a green light from Ron's wand shot through Bellatrix and her scream sounded throughout the grounds. Something akin to hope flittered through me. Voldemort took a step back from me and glared death at Ron. He slowly left me to make his way to Ron. I tried to speak but couldn't. I couldn't warn Ron about Voldemort. Panic filled me. I tried again but nothing came out. I shook with despair. If Voldemort got any closer to him, he would die.
"Oy, snake-face!"
Voldemort stops walking and turns to the voice. I lift my head barely and notice Blaise Zabini grinning. Suddenly I feel arms lift me off the ground. A white light engulfs me and I feel slightly better.
"'O will need a proper 'ealer for your injuries Monsieur Potter," an attractive masculine voice said. I looked up at the speaker. It was a personne I did not know, but he was the most beautiful man I have ever seen in my entire life. He had long white hair and perfectly arched eye-brows. His accent was French and it fit him perfectly with his aristocratic features. A familiar scent fills me again and I realize that this is the scent from before. This man… is veela.
"Zabini, do you want to die?" Voldemort asks in a low voice.
"You might get to me, but my mate would never allow my harm," Zabini says grins.
"You're mate will not be able to collect the piece of you once I'm finished," Voldemort threatens coolly.
"Ha! Don't underestimate us veela!" Hermione joins Blaise. She is in front of Ron like a shield. Voldemort grins and throws a hex at Hermione with wandless magic. To my surprise and Voldemort's, Hermione dodges it grinningly.
"I'd kill you if it were my destiny," Hermione growls. "No, I'd kill you because you've injured my mate. Both of them."
Voldemort laughs loudly.
"Are you deaf, mudblood? Malfoy wants nothing to do with you!" Voldemort says. "Or do you need him to testify again?"
"I'd have him, but I knocked him unconscious a while ago," Hermione replies steadily pointing her wand at Voldemort. Voldemort sneers.
"Do you think you can stop me?" Voldemort asks. "No one can, not even Potter."
I laugh and step forward, feeling powerful.
"Look around you Riddle. Your precious Death Eaters are nearly all dead and there is only you left. We've destroyed your horcruxes and now you've got us to deal with," I say.
"Feeling strong now that your friends are with you, Potter?" Voldemort asks, turning to me.
"Don't most people?" I ask. Out of the corner of my eye Hermione is helping Ron to his feet. Voldemort smirks and I feel panic trickle down my system. Next thing I know, Ron and Hermione are thrown back by a wandless hex. They are left torn and bleeding. I growl in anger. I step forward and engage Voldemort in a battle. We fight relentlessly until he comes upon Ron and Hermione and takes Hermione hostage. I stop, unable to move on.
"Oh, this is a problem for you, isn't it Potter?" He asks grinning. "If she dies, you'll be dead too. How… fortunate." Hermione is struggling to break free but it silenced by Voldemort's soft whisper in her ear. Hermione's eyes roll to the back of her head and she is unconscious.
"Let… Hermione… go," I growl.
Voldemort smirks and moves Hermione's head to the side, exposing her neck. He opens his mouth.
"Don't you dare," I tremble. "Don't you dare touch her…"
Voldemort's mouth opens more and his tongue slides over Hermione's sweet flesh. I am repulsed.
"For someone 'oo 'as a dislike for muggle-borns, 'oo are taking a liking for 'er," the Frenchman I did not know said.
"I think I can over look her blood for a moment and consider the advantages." Voldemort says. I don't even want to know what the hell he is talking about. But Ron asks.
"What advantages?"
Voldemort laughs wickedly.
"A most powerful heir," his voice is low and disgusting.
I shake in my rage.
"Get off her right now!!" I yell.
Voldemort kisses unconscious Hermione's neck.
"DON'T TOUCH HER!!" I bellow.
Suddenly a light from behind Voldemort catches him in the back and he drops Hermione. I run to catch her before she falls to the ground. Quicker than lightning I scourgify her, and hug her to me. I… was actually afraid he was going to kill her.
"Malfoy, you dare defy me as well?" Voldemort asks angrily.
"…You just touched my mate," Malfoy looks like he is even more disgusted than I am, but that isn't true at all. If anything we're equally repulsed.
"I will kill you for this," Voldemort says with glowing fingers.
"Not if I kill you first!" I cry. I hand Hermione over to Remus and charge at Voldemort. This time, I was going to finish it. A bright, green light glowed from my fingers. I felt the Death Curse on the tip of my tongue, ready to spill from my lips. All my anger, my hatred, my fear was pulled into it. Voldemort was going to die, so that I could finally live. Voldemort was ready. We said the final curse.
"Avada Kerdavera!!"
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A/N: Alright!! Next chapter is the last one!! Are you excited? Let's see what happends!
