A/N: Hi, I am back again. Sorry about the double post today, I needed to edit something of the last chapter that was bothering me to no end. You don't have to read it again it was only that in the end it said that when Apolline and Camille came back for their first year at Beauxbatons they recognized each other as mates [the right word was fifth]. Anyhow here you have the real next chapter hehe. Again thank you for all the reviews, they motivate me to write faster so who knows, maybe I will post chap 8 sooner.

Thestral212: Why killing me with google translate? just post that review in spanish woman, you know that I understand it XD. Well Josephine is a full veela and the head of the clan, of course she would notice that Hermione was Fleur's mate [Apolline was a bit slow but got to the same conclusion anyways] let's just say that nothing escapes Josephine. About the dance [LOL] I might consider that if I ever write "Antique Store - Omake" otherwise nope [Although I pictured that in my head and I started laughing like crazy at work].

Veela9190: Thank you! I wanted to elaborate on the veela ways of love because I think that most stories have it too rushed at times. They will bond eventually but they need to go through the ways of loving the veela have. Oh, lol I adore Josephine and Apolline, they are very mischievous when Antoinette [Josephine's wife] is not around. You might have fun with the way they behave on this one. Don't worry they will be around for a long time. I am currently writing page 151 and they are still there.

pappa: Thank you very much, you are so kind. I am glad that my humble story is of your liking, I wanted to give depth to the veela due to the fact that J.K. Rowling ignored them a lot and Fleur is a fabulous wasted character. Here's a new chapter.

xXBooBooKittyFuckXx [I thought you said you were going to change your name]: Real answer here, I am ecstatic that you liked it, lol. Well I am trying to write something a bit different to all that's out there [although I am a huge fan of your stories and I kinda want to kill you for cruel intentions' last chapter]. I wanted to write the girls a bit naive due to the curse so the relationship has to grow for them to eventually bond. About Bellatrix, it is close to the books but at the same time, a bit different. I mean there's torture but Bellatrix is more cruel here and wants a piece of certain veela we know. The ceremony will come soon but not yet, a bit more of relationship development is needed. Thanks for reading and reviewing, you are so kind.

Enjoy!


The long time lost halves would finally find the way home,

and their magie will reach the highest peak.

The blessed ones will be the carriers or reformation and peace.


7.- Gorgons


When Fleur entered the Delacour library, she could not help but smile when at the sight of a fast-asleep Hermione in one of the armchairs with an open book on her lap. The blonde woman's smile grew wider when she saw that the Gryffindor was wearing the glasses she had given her.

The veela in Fleur purred and both agreed on how adorable Hermione looked. Walking as silently as she could, the French witch approached the sleeping one and gently tried to remove the glasses without waking the younger witch up.

As soon as she placed them on a nearby table, Hermione opened her brown orbs and smiled softly.

"I am sorry to wake you up, 'ermione" Fleur whispered very close to the Gryffindor's face who tinted pink.

"It…it's fine" Hermione smiled softly before her face grew serious "how is Gabrielle? I would like to examine her to see if I can be of assistance"

Fleur nodded before starting describing her younger sister's injures with a shaky voice and the Gryffindor wandlessly accioed an armchair so the French witch sat near her. Taking her hand in hers, Hermione tried to transmit some comfort to the older witch who was on the verge of tears.

"It will be fine Fleur, Gabrielle is a very strong young woman" the Gryffindor reassured, and the blonde witch gave her a small smile before approaching Hermione and kissing her on the cheek, extremely close to the younger teen's lips.

Feeling the veela in her restless and showing her images of the last few days, Fleur blush was evident now and, when she saw their entwined hands, she realized that they had crossed the line of being friendly to each other towards something deeper, where feelings were involved.

I like her.

I like Hermione Granger.

Merde.

However, does she feel the same?

Just when Fleur was about to speak, one of her house elves popped up.

"Mademoiselle Fleur, your grandmother and mother are waiting for the two of you at the dining room" with an annoyed sigh, the French witch took a few seconds to calm down. She hated being interrupted. Sensing the tension, Hermione squeezed Fleur's hand who calmed down almost immediately.

"Please, tell them that we will be there in a minute, thank you" the Gryffindor remarked politely, and the elf nodded before bowing and disappearing with a soft pop "Fleur, don't be mad, she was just doing as she was told"

"Yes but…" blue eyes darkened, and Hermione could swear she saw a flash of golden for a second "…I really need to talk to you about something important"

"We can have our talk later in any of our rooms" Hermione stood up and tugged at Fleur's hand, so she did the same "but in the meantime, we need to go and talk to your mother and grandmother, I do have a pending talk with the latter about my…scar, remember?"

The brown-haired teen wanted to smile but flashbacks of how she got her mudblood scar started clouding her vision and she shivered. Noticing this, Fleur hugged the smaller witch and whispered reassuring words in her ear. Moments later, the Gryffindor calmed down and they walked hand in hand towards the dining room with warm smiles adorning their features.


"Are you sure that they don't know, maman?" Apolline whispered in rapid veela to her mother "because they behave like a couple, they are even holding hands"

"Apparently both are very oblivious, ma petite oiesau," Josephine whispered back while hiding her amused smile behind her hand.

"You wanted to see us, maman, grand-mère?" the youngest blonde witch asked with a smile that rapidly turned into a frown when a suddenly shy Hermione let go of her hand.

"First, let me introduce myself properly, Fleur" the oldest witch stood and approached the Gryffindor "Josephine Delacour, I am the head of our clan and Fleur's grandmother"

"Hermione Granger" the brown-haired teen tilted her head before bowing as a sign of respect "graduated from Hogwarts school, I belonged to the Gryffindor house. Now, I just finished my advanced studies as a healer and additionally, I studied medicine in the muggle world, when I get back to London, I will be starting my residency at St. Mungo's and UC London Hospital"

"Maman did her residency there as well" Apolline commented.

"A very smart lioness!" Josephine exclaimed with a smile "are they as brave as they say?"

"I want to believe we are" Hermione chuckled before stealing a quick glance to Fleur "at least that is what we want to believe, Madam Josephine."

"You are, young lioness" the clan's head remarked with a wide smile "you Gryffindor lot beat Voldemort himself and I know that you were very involved in that"

"I just helped Harry, which is what friends do" Hermione blushed embarrassed at the sudden compliment.

"A very modest young lady, I like you, little one" Josephine smiled and placed a hand on the Gryffindor's shoulder who looked up "never feel embarrassed, you are a war hero and you must feel proud of that"

"Thank you madam Delacour" Hermione's eyes watered but she did not let her tears fall.

"My Hermione is humble, grand-mère" Fleur smiled tenderly at the Gryffindor before taking her hand.

My Hermione…?

Three different sets of eyes gaped at the younger blonde witch surprised at the sudden unconscious confession. Realizing what she just had said, Fleur blushed, and both her mother and grandmother snickered.

"I me…mean…" the youngest French witch stammered with a crimson face and a racing heart. Hermione just smiled nervously, and her brain was running all the possible scenarios of those words Fleur had just said.

It was a friendly gesture, nothing more.

Do not overthink things, Hermione.

You are only friends, that's all.

Even if you want to…

"As much as I enjoy seeing you embarrassed, ma petite fille" Josephine smiled extremely amused at their reactions "we have pressing issues to address"

Thank you grand-mère. Fleur smiled gratefully before leading the Gryffindor to her seat next to her and across from Apolline and a now sitting Josephine.

"I will extent my gratitude again for bringing our little one home, Hermione. We are indebted to you"

"Don't mention it, Madam Josephine" the brown-haired teen smiled, and her posture relaxed slightly when Fleur rubbed her hand under the table "I like to help my friends"

At the mention of the word friends, both Fleur and Hermione felt the symptoms back at full force and the former rubbed her temples while the latter turned green. Apolline and Josephine exchanged worried glances. The curse was more advanced than they had expected.

"Take a deep breath both of you" Josephine suggested before turning to her right where a house elf just appeared "bring me the golden potion, please" the little creature bowed before disappearing one more time.

"What you are experiencing are the side effects of a veela spell called beauté ignis that my granddaughter cast when you were badly injured, Hermione," Josephine stated in a serious tone.

"A spell? What? When? Why?" the Gryffindor's eyes widened, she did not know about that. Brown orbs gaped at blues and the French witch next to her shifted on her seat uncomfortably "Fleur?"

The house elf came back with a heavily decorated vial that contained a thick golden liquid. Josephine thanked the elf and served half of the content on each glass placed in front of her. She promptly handed a glass to each one of the girls across from her.

"Drink this first, please," Josephine ordered and both girls complied "explanations will come afterwards"

Just after swallowing the whole content of the potion that tasted like chocolate, vanilla and rain to Hermione and to freshly mown grass, new parchment and butterbeer to Fleur. Both women felt immediately better when the awful symptoms receded.

"The flavors you just tasted are the favorite ones of your current most important person," the clan's head stated with an amused smile and both girls across from her blushed "as I was saying, you are enduring strong side effects thanks to the spell Fleur cast which include headaches and nausea. If not treated, they would cause the death of the caster and the receiver of the incantation"

"Why did she cast that on me?" a clearly upset Hermione asked Josephine, ignoring Fleur completely who just looked down shyly.

"'ermione" the blonde witch next to her whispered.

"Don't" the Gryffindor raised her hand silencing Fleur and gaped at the clan's head that swallowed hard.

Very fierce indeed.

Such a good match for my granddaughter.

"Before you say things you might regret later Hermione, let me elaborate on this particular incantation" with a flick of her hand, a tea set appeared and Apolline proceeded to serve the hot liquid for all "beauté ignis is the name of the spell"

"I have never heard of that name before" Hermione replied with a frown before taking a sip of her tea trying to control her temper.

"This is an old veela spell and, as you might know, we are a very private race" Josephine stated, and Hermione nodded "it has not been performed in more than a hundred years because the veela needs to fulfill certain conditions if not, she will die along with the one receiving the spell"

"Why would Fleur do something that irresponsible, then?" the Gryffindor blurted and the blonde witch next to her opened her mouth to reply when a raised hand from her grandmother stopped her from doing so.

"Well, you see…" Josephine took a long breath before continuing "during the war, when you apparated at her place in England, you were on the verge of death and she felt helpless" Fleur's eyes watered at the memory of those dark days.

"I know the story first hand because she came here desperate" the clan's head eyes shone golden for a second "she barged into our library and spent hours researching on ways to help you" Josephine snickered at the memory "she almost took books that are not allowed to leave the villa because she was that worried"

A crimson faced Fleur looked down embarrassed. She also now partially remembered what happened when she came back to Shell Cottage and how she lost control of her veela and stole Hermione's first kiss. The Gryffindor's blushing face indicated that she was musing over the same incident.

"In the end, I allowed her to take some veela books, but I never expected that she would cast that sacred spell" Josephine rubbed her forehead for an instant "She later explained to me that your body was…" the older woman suddenly stopped talking when Fleur shook her head.

You have not told her?

Oh, dear.

"Was?" Hermione tilted her head confused. Josephine nodded to her granddaughter and Fleur rubbed the Gryffindor's arm.

"You were very injured 'ermione" the French witch added quietly "it was the only way to…save you"

"I have the feeling that you are hiding something from me and I don't like it" Hermione remarked with a scowl at this, Apolline and Josephine exchanged glances.

"She is very perceptive" the clan's head whispered in rapid veela.

"This will be an interesting bond" Fleur's mother replied with a well-hidden smile.

"Before more details are revealed, Hermione" Josephine commented in a louder tone to catch the attention of the pair in front of her "I need to assess the unhealed scar on your forearm"

"But…it is fine now" Hermione lied, and Fleur scoffed.

"It is not, grand-mère" the younger blonde witch confirmed "I had to stop the bleeding several times on our way to the villa"

"I don't appreciate liars, mademoiselle Granger" Josephine's blue and golden eyes made Hermione swallow hard.

"I…am sorry, it's just that I don't want to be a bother" the Gryffindor looked down in shame whilst Fleur rolled her eyes and crossed her arms under her chest annoyed. Josephine stood and went around the table to stand next to a now slightly terrified Hermione.

"Stand up" the older witch ordered, and the Gryffindor promptly complied "now look at me" browns locked with dark blue and gold ones "I will say this only once, so I hope you will never forget it, Hermione Granger" the veela in Fleur was restless and the woman tried to intervene, but her mother raised a hand and she just stood and observed the situation.

"You are an amazing witch, maybe one of the best ever" Josephine caressed a very red cheek of Hermione's before continuing "and you will never be a bother to us the Delacours, in fact, you are considered family now so keep that in mind before sputtering more nonsense, are we clear?"

"Understood, Madam Josephine" the Gryffindor replied quietly.

"And two more things, Hermione" Josephine stated with authority.

"Y…yes?" the English witch stammered clearly nervous.

"One, please call me Josephine" the clan's head frown was replaced by a warm smile.

"O…ok Jo…Josephine" Hermione could not help but feel intimidated.

"And two, show me the scar before I hex you, stubborn lioness" Josephine reprimanded, and the Gryffindor rolled up the left sleeve of her shirt and the older French witch observed the slightly bleeding mudblood scar. Her delicate fingers traced the carved letters on the teen's skin and she removed them quickly when she felt dark magic lurking on Hermione's skin.

"Does it burn? Do you have nightmares?" the Gryffindor nodded.

"Interesting" Josephine looked up deep in thought before her blue eyes shone golden one more time "have you ever materialized your magic?"

"You meant like in a shape with color?" Hermione eagerly asked, and the older witch nodded "Yes, I have. Fleur taught me a relaxation exercise and helped me to give it shape" at this the younger blonde witch smiled tenderly.

"I need to assess your magic, Hermione so I would like to see a sample of it" Josephine stated "that way I will know if it is possible to heal your scar and get rid of your nightmares"

"I will try then" with a determined look, the Gryffindor closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

The moment Hermione lowered her head; fine royal blue threads came out of the body of the Gryffindor and floated around like looking for something or someone. Soon, they found their target and dashed towards Fleur who just gaped at them until they started surrounding her body and her thrall went out of control. The younger blonde witch closed her eyes with a smile.

In a few seconds, golden bubbles floated towards Hermione her royal blue threads danced around teasing each other under the surprised gazes of Apolline and Josephine. After exchanging a few glances, Fleur's mother stood up and walked around the table to stand next to her oldest daughter.

When Josephine nodded at her daughter, Apolline shook Fleur gently while Josephine did the same with Hermione. In a matter of seconds, brown and blue orbs opened confused.

"You did well, Hermione" Josephine smiled at the younger witch "your magic is strong enough to endure the strain of the spell you two will be performing soon"

"In three nights to be exact" Apolline added.

"It is another ancient ritual of our kind that will heal and get rid of the scar and the nightmares" Josephine elaborated "it will also help Fleur to become one with her veela, but she will explain you that part" the clan's head gaped at her granddaughter that just nodded.

"Oh, I almost forgot" Apolline turned to Fleur "lend Hermione your key to the library since she showed interest on checking our books"

"But…" the youngest French witch tried to protest but the intense glare of her mother and grandmother persuaded her to do so "I will hand her my key, then"

"Excellent, so we hope to see you at dinner in around three hours" Apolline added with a smile and both witches just nodded before leaving the room. They walked avoiding each other's gazes, afraid to break the silence. It was not until they reached Fleur' room that the French witch turned to look at the Gryffindor.

"I am sorry that I did not tell you before 'ermione" the blonde witch pleaded.

"Can we have that talk now?" the English witch replied in a cold tone and Fleur just nodded and opened the door of her room to let the younger witch in.

Fleur's room was as Hermione expected. Everything was on its place and a big bookcase with an interesting choice of books that included muggle classics could be seen on the right.

The bed was dressed in light blue silk sheets. There was a framed Beauxbatons crest and below it an also framed document that looked like Fleur's diploma. And of course, a big walk-in closet full of modern robes and even muggle pieces of clothing.

"Please take a seat wherever you want" Fleur offered, and the Gryffindor sat next to a desk where half-finished parchments were scattered all over the wooden surface.

"I want to apologize about the spell, but I was desperate because you were not healing properly 'ermione" blue orbs with tears gaped at browns "after I performed that incantation, your health started improving"

"What does this spell do?" Hermione asked with curiosity and the French witch approached and kneeled in front of the younger witch.

Fleur vaguely explained the process of three days that she had endured to cure her, and the Gryffindor felt suddenly ashamed of judging Fleur who had gone great lengths to heal her.

"There is also a sealing part, it is like a glamour of sorts" the French witch whispered.

"A glamour?" the brown-haired teen tilted her head puzzled.

"Your body was terribly scarred 'ermione" Fleur added in a low voice "the beauté ignis acts as an advanced healing and glamour charm so the receiver won't see the scars that were disguised by it"

"Do you still see them?" the Gryffindor asked with a trembling voice "I mean, my scars"

"Oui, as the caster I am the only one who can see them" Fleur nodded with a small smile "but you will see them too after we use the spell my grand-mère mentioned, even if it is for a short period of time"

"Thank you for healing me, I have been too cruel to you, Fleur" the Gryffindor whispered lowering her gaze.

"I am the one at fault for not telling you before" the blonde witch replied with a small smile while taking Hermione's hands in hers, fact that had been happening frequently "I just wanted you to be back to health so much that it was nerve-wracking, I am deeply sorry for hiding it from you 'ermione"

"I understand now, and I forgive you" her thumb started drawing random patterns on the blonde's hand that she knew had calmed Fleur down before. It had the same effect this time and the blonde's witch features softened "now, let's go to your bed and seat, I bet that you will be more comfortable there than kneeling in front of me"

"Taking me to bed already, mademoiselle 'ermione? Your charms work faster than I zought" the French witch teased emphasizing her accent and the tense atmosphere dissipated. Hermione slapped Fleur on the arm before muttering something along the lines of silly and perverted French witch making the older blonde laugh.

After sitting, Fleur unclasped her necklace and handed it to Hermione. It was a chain made of gold, and the Gryffindor gaped at a golden medium size pendant with the Delacour crest.

"Here, this is the key for the locked part of our library" Fleur added quietly. She knew that if Hermione was able to read any of those books, it would mean that she might have big chances of becoming a mate with one member of the Delacour clan and that made her extremely nervous, excited and slightly jealous "I will go with you and we will pick some books to research on the ritual that we have to perform together"

"We only have three days to prepare!" Hermione exclaimed alarmed and Fleur could not help but giggle at her distressed companion.

"Let me remind you, mademoiselle ´ermione that I graduated with honors from Beauxbatons, was a triwizard champion and I have quite a good memory" Fleur commented in a fake offended tone and Hermione scoffed.

"I am known as the brightest witch of the era and I am a war hero plus a future healer and did I mention that I am about to become a muggle doctor too?" the Gryffindor replied with a fake cheeky tone "beat that with your silly hat and flying blue butterflies"

"How is it that you still remember that?" Fleur opened her room's door to let the shorter girl out and they headed to the library "that must have been one of the most embarrassing moments of my life"

"Well, it did not look like it was" the brown-haired witch commented nonchalantly "you walked like you owned the place"

"I had to, I was a potential champion, you know" Fleur scoffed, and Hermione burst into laughter.

"Well, several Hogwarts´ students were heads over heels by you at that time" the Gryffindor´s cheeks tinted in a light pink. Fleur raised an amused eyebrow but did not dwell into it.

And maybe some still do.

"I remember being quite annoyed that people only wanted to get near me because of my looks and thrall, including your boyfriend Ronald" she did not finish pronouncing those words when a wave of pain shot through her head and Hermione´s face turned green.

"I broke up with him" the Gryffindor muttered feeling a bit less sick.

"When?" Fleur stopped walking and turned around to face the English witch. She had her left eye closed and was rubbing her temple to soothe the sudden pain.

"Before we left The Burrow" Hermione clarified "I left him a note with Ginny"

"You broke up with him through a message in a parchment? And zey say I am ze cruel one" Fleur loud laugh was the only sound heard and the younger witch smiled embarrassed.

"Stop it, it was not that bad" Hermione reflected for a few seconds before turning to a still laughing Fleur "was it?" the question made the French woman laugh louder and the Gryffindor groaned annoyed before entering the library leaving a giggling French witch behind.

Hermione smiled at the sight of the Delacour crest on the lock. She took the pendant and chain from around her neck and approached the gate. As soon as Hermione's fingers pressed the Delacour pendant, a click sounded, and the lower part of a key popped out.

Fleur had quietly followed and stood behind her. After a soft noise, the lock opened, and the Gryffindor placed it on a nearby table. Fleur opened the gate and walked inside scaring the English witch who did not hear her enter the library in the first place.

To be able to open the lock that easily means that in fact she has a mate among us.

But, whom?

A pensive Fleur read the different spines and started taking books. Hermione walked in and started exploring the books. In an instant, she was covered on a golden light, so bright that made her close and rub her eyes. When she opened them again, the titles on the spines shone golden and were in English.

After finding all the books she considered necessary to be prepared, Fleur turned around and could not hold a surprised gasp when she saw Hermione reading one of the veela books. Feeling watched, Hermione looked up to gape at wide blue orbs.

"Can I take this one too? It is very interesting" Hermione pointed at the now closed book she was holding, Veela: a history.

"S…Sure" Fleur suddenly stammered before handing her books she held to her younger companion before locking the gates and placing the key around Hermione´s neck who blushed at the sudden proximity "we can start reading them after dinner"

"But…" Hermione tried to protest to no avail.

"No buts, ´ermione" Fleur admonished "we will leave these in my room and I will show you around, I bet maman just showed you your room" at the Gryffindor´s nod, the French witch sighed annoyed before muttering in French something that included the words maman and rude.

As soon as they reached Fleur´s room, the French witch took the books and placed them on her desk before grabbing Hermione´s hand and pulling her out of the room towards the back of her home.

The moment Fleur opened the backdoor, Hermione gasped at the beauty of the place. They walked escorted by lavender flowers on the sides and then a medium size bush maze opened for them to explore.

"Ah, you liked the maze" the blonde witch smiled "Gabrielle and I used to play in that place a lot when we were younger"

"It is beautiful" the Gryffindor replied with her eyes still glued to the gorgeous setting.

"My maman used to place a small prize in the center of the maze and we used to race inside to get there first and enjoy the reward that normally were candy and it was a real challenge because the maze changes shape and size every time you step in" the French witch explained with a smile.

"Oh? The prim and proper mademoiselle Delacour is competitive?" Hermione raised her hands in fake exasperation "what has the world come to?" and Fleur rolled her eyes.

"Stop it, you know you are competitive too" the blonde woman replied with a scoff.

In a nearby gazebo, Apolline was having some tea with Josephine and were observing the younger witches' exchange with amusement.

"How is it that they don't see it? They are all over each other" Apolline remarked in veela with a raised eyebrow.

"Our veela are not blind and both are ridiculously oblivious, ma petite oiesau" the elder witch stated with an amused smile "let's just make things progress a bit faster, shall we?"

"Annette" Josephine called, and an elf dressed in a light blue outfit appeared.

"Yes, Lady Josephine?" the creature asked in a soft voice.

"Set a plate of Fleur's and Hermione's favorite sweets at the center of the maze, please" Josephine ordered, and the elf nodded and disappeared with a soft pop.

"Expecto patronum" Josephine cast with a mere flick of her wand and a towering Philippine Eagle took form and landed on her extended left arm. After whispering a message in rapid veela, the grand bird took off and landed on Fleur's left shoulder transmitting the message who made the younger Delacour blush.

"What did you tell her, maman?" Apolline asked curiously.

"I told her about the sweets that are awaiting them in the maze and that she should feed Hermione with them" Josephine commented nonchalantly and both women giggled like mischievous teenagers after the matriarch cast a second spell on the maze. This time wordless.

"Was that…?" Hermione pointed at the now vanishing blue bird.

"My grand- mère's patronum, a Philippine eagle" Fleur took a calming breath to make her blush disappear "all of our patronus are birds"

"It is beautiful" Hermione added with a smile before turning to her companion "what did your grandmother want?"

"She…" Fleur cleared her voice as an attempt to forget picturing herself feeding a slightly blushing Hermione "she told me that there is a reward in the middle of the maze so, want to see who gets there first, mademoiselle Granger?" the blonde challenged.

"Oh, I will win this, Miss Delacour" Hermione replied in a defying tone while approaching the entrance she chose to use while Fleur walked to a farther one.

"Ready?" the blonde asked and ran inside before the Gryffindor was able to answer.

"Cheater!" Hermione yelled before running inside with a wide smile.


A/N: Aw, they are so cute. I just love the little things they do together here and there. Let me know what you think in a review, see ya.