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"Jenny, I don't want to go. Please let me stay home." I pleaded her as she pulled a black one-piece dress over my black and red lace underwear – another thing that was forced upon me by my new partner in suffering.

Just as she slid the constricting dress into place, Jenny lurched onto me until her face was mere inches away from mine, before she gathered her senses and pulled away to a safe distance.

"You really shouldn't burst out like that – it releases a ton of pheromones; to the point that it even affects me, a straight Veela. You look sexy enough in that dress without your Veela gene intervening." Jenny wiped the sweat off her brow. This isn't the first time she had been affected by my Veela attraction; I have to learn how to keep my emotions under control.

"Sorry." I replied sheepishly.

"And no, you are going out tonight – that is indisputable, and there is nothing you can do to alter my mind about that. I do not want you sleeping with my roommate for the third night in a row." Jenny gave me quick once over, possibly deciding how she wanted to torture me next.

"But she's right here, and I don't have to wear a dress with those awful heels. Afterwards, I can also get some studying done. See, it's beneficial to me at all levels."

Jenny didn't bother answering me this time. Instead, she grabbed her red lipstick and proceed to decorate my lips with it. I sighed defeatedly; my fate for the night had been sealed.

After an excruciating hour-long session in the torture dungeon called Jenny's bedroom, we were finally done. And it pains me to admit, she actually did a good job with my makeup. Lara, the aforementioned roommate instantly bolted across the room to kiss me when she laid her eyes on my mildly dolled up face.

But before she could get to me, Jenny managed to stop her. I think she just wanted to stop Lara from ruining my makeup, after she had spent so much time on it. I was rendered useless because of those infernal heels.

"Lara, no. She's going out for the night while you stay home and do something else. And don't try to tell me you two are in love. She clearly isn't, whereas you are getting affected by her rampant Veela gene. You are straight and have a boyfriend, for fuck's sake!" Lara pouted, before she turned walked back into her room. Along the way, I noticed that she wiggled her ass more than she usually does.

Oh, I'm definitely coming back for this one.

"Come on, Hermione." The blonde dragged me out of the house as Lara gave me a saucy wink just before she disappeared into her room.

We apparated to a rather classy partial gay bar called Bar Mattachine in Downtown LA. It was one of those places where everyone on the sexual spectrum was allowed inside, including the straight ones. So we have visited the place on many an occasion over the past month or so that we've known each other.

"I think the bartender is quite interested in you." I pointed out as I took another sip from my glass of sangria. I was holding back on the liquor because I intend to spend the night with most, if not all of my senses intact - thank you very much.

"Yeah, I'm relieved my Veela is still working. It hasn't been very active for the past week." Jenny, on the other hand, was on her fourth glass of vodka; I think the lack of activity was starting to worry her.

"Do you think it's possible that your mate moved away from here?" I ask.

"That is a possibility, but I hope he's just on a trip out of town or something. I'd hate to move out of LA, especially now that I have the perfect wing woman. Anyway, do you think you can lure that chick away from him? She's way too interested in him for my liking." Jenny nodded at one of the girls sitting beside the bartender in question.

"On it." I took another sip from my drink and crossed over to the bar. The bartender was being held up by an Asian girl in her early twenties, possibly just out of college. She had jet black hair like most Asians, but it was interspersed with streaks of red. She was wearing a navy blue reflective top with a short black skirt that extended just beyond her soft posterior.

"Hey." I tapped on her shoulder.

As soon as she turned around, I lightly grazed her lips with my own, holding them in place as she started to respond. The bartender appeared to be waiting for her to push me away, but I knew my Veela gene had worked its magic.

"Hey…" The girl sighed dreamily as we parted from the kiss.

I turned to the bartender and pointed out Jenny sitting at the other end of the bar. I turned to a blissful Jenny, gave her a smile to assure her that our plan had worked, and then proceeded to escort my paramour on a tour of the club bathroom.

Next chapter will be up tomorrow at about the same time. Stay tuned.

Also, I think I can get a few more chapters out this week, though tomorrow and day after I also have to submit something for a contest on TGS, so I probably will work on that as well.