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Chapter 6
After Hermione's mother left, she plopped down on her bed and stared up at the ceiling. How was she going to handle this? The brunette thought about the history and just how messed up everything became. It's no wonder why veelas and vampires don't get along.
The young woman's eyebrows scrunched in confusion. Did that mean veelas were able to kill vampires? From what she gathered, practically nothing could kill a vampire with the exception of another vampire and fire. Hermione couldn't imagine a veela strong enough to kill a vampire. She highly doubted that. She made a mental note to ask her mother about that.
Hermione sighed; it seems the older she got, the more confused she became about her kind. When Hermione heard other girls coming up, she turned to her side and pretended to be asleep. When she was convinced the girls were asleep, she snuck out of the Gryffindor tower and made her way down the halls, careful to not let any of the staff catch her.
When she tripped, she landed hard. She grunted in pain as her knees and hands hit the hard stone floor. She looked to what she could possibly have tripped on but saw nothing. She stood and realized what happened. She saw Peeves floating around, cackling maniacally. "When are you going to grow up Peeves?" She asked.
He laughed harder, "When it stops being funny. You folks make it too easy. Although I had the most fun with that big muggle."
Hermione's face scrunched, "My uncle Emmett?" She felt a surge of sympathy for him. She knew how her uncle felt about ghosts. He was absolutely terrified of them. She smirked at the thought of her uncle bringing her aunt Rosalie next time for protection. Aunt Rosalie would surely scare Peeves beyond belief. If anyone could set him straight, it was her aunt. Hermione looked up at Peeves, "You best be careful. Everyone has their weaknesses." She said and continued on her way, leaving Peeves more than confused.
Hermione reached the Great Lake. She took out her cell phone from her pocket and tried calling. She huffed in annoyance when she didn't get a signal. She thought it was a long shot since the school was hidden but she thought she would try.
A voice from behind her startled her. "Who were you trying to call?" Hermione looked behind her to see Fleur standing there, looking at her.
Hermione narrowed her eyes, "Why?"
Fleur smiled and walked closer to her. "Curiosity…checking."
"Checking for what?" Hermione asked. She was immediately engulfed in Fleur scent. She started breathing through her nose.
"Uh uh." Fleur waved her index finger, "It's your turn. Who were you calling?"
"Jacob. What do you mean by checking?" Hermione answered.
The veela stepped closer. "Who's Jacob?" Fleur asked, ignoring Hermione's question.
"I asked you a question. It's your turn." Hermione said. She smiled, if Fleur wanted to play a childish game, they could.
"What are you, nine?" Fleur asked mockingly.
Hermione gaped. The audacity of this woman! "Are you kidding me?" Hermione's voice rose.
Fleur chuckled, "I need to know if he is a threat."
Hermione shrugged her shoulders, "Jacob can be gentle but he can be rough if feels the need." Hermione was shocked to see the veela's eyes darken. They were now midnight blue.
Without warning, the veela grabbed Hermione's arm, "You had sex with him?"
Hermione looked at her in complete confusion. What was this woman talking about? It dawned on her, she mistook her words. "You asked if he was a threat." She said, yanking her arm out of Fleur's grip.
Fleur analyzed Hermione, and then she realized there was a miscommunication. "I meant competition."
"And I thought you meant danger." Hermione said. She stopped as she realized she was answering personal questions. That made her snap, "Not that it is any of your business! My personal life is none of your concern."
Hermione sidestepped Fleur and started to walk away but the blond stopped her, "I trust that you know a little about veelas. You should know not to tease or anger us."
Hermione smirked, "There will be a time when you shouldn't to that to me either." Hermione continued on her way back to the castle. When she was about to enter the Gryffindor common room, she realized the lack of feel in her pocket. Her heart sank as she reached her hand in her pocket. There was nothing there. She realized she must have dropped her cell phone. She growled before retracing her steps.
Hermione found herself back at the Great Lake, still with no phone. Her eyes found the beautiful blond veela, sitting by the water, examining something. "Oh, please tell me no." She whispered to herself as she walked toward Fleur.
When Hermione was behind Fleur and saw that the veela was trying to figure out how to use it, she said, 'Just as I thought." Fleur looked up at her. Hermione saw that the veela was trying to go into the 'pictures' section. It looked she was about to reach there but luckily Hermione caught her in time.
Hermione went around Fleur and kneeled down, "That's mine." She motioned the device in her hand. "If you would please." Hermione asked, holding out her hand.
Fleur looked at her, as if trying to figure out if she would hand it back to her. With a hesitant pause, she gave Hermione back her phone.
"How do you know about cell phones?" Hermione asked.
"I don't live under a rock." Fleur said, mockingly.
Hermione couldn't help but smile at that comment. "Most witches and wizards know nothing about muggle devices.
Fleur paused, "I'm not most."
Hermione swallowed and nodded, "Goodnight Miss Delacour." Now that Hermione had a chance to cool down, her politeness was coming back. It seemed that no matter how hostile, aggressive, impolite people were to her, she would always go back to being patient, polite, courteous and with good manners. It was just a matter of time. Her family taught her well.
Hermione got up and started walking back to the castle. She was stopped when Fleur grabbed her hand. She was now convinced that at this rate, she would never get back to her dormitory.
Fleur asked in a soft voice, "Who is Jacob?"
Hermione was caught off guard by the gentle tone. She felt the want and need to answer the veela. Her eyes widened when she thought that the veela was using her thrall. The would be vampire remembered her mother telling her to use her shield if she thought that the veela was using her thrall on her.
Hermione didn't say anything. She looked into the veela's blue eyes and concentrated. She was worried that since she wasn't a full vampire yet, that it would have limits but she had to try. The brunette felt her mind having pressure against it and releasing out.
The blond veela looked at Hermione with slight confusion. She felt that something was off. The look on Hermione's face alone set alarms off. "What are you doing? What's wrong?"
"I can't let you use your thrall on me." Hermione said.
Fleur looked at her briefly for a few moments, trying to wrap her head around what Hermione was saying. "You think I was using my thrall on you?" She asked.
Hermione was trying to find the right words to use but her silence was all that the veela needed. "I wasn't using my thrall on you."
Hermione looked at her in disbelief. She felt that need. She would've done anything for her. That set up red flags in her head. Was this veela really going to deny it? "Do you deny it?" Hermione asked.
Fleur's jaw clenched. Her fists flexed and relaxed. Her lips formed into a smirk. The look in her eyes was indescribable. The veela's posture, facial expression and eyes all held a predatory look. It was…scary. Hermione saw the Fleur's body relax before she stepped forward. Her voice was dangerous, threatening and low, "Trust me sweetheart, when I use my thrall on you, you will know it." The blond walked off, leaving Hermione.
For whatever reason Hermione didn't know, Fleur was upset. Hermione didn't miss the word, 'when' in her sentence. In her heart, Hermione knew that she was going to have one of the most difficult challenges she's ever had.
It really sunk in at that point that Fleur will never stop pursuing until she was in the veela's bed…or the veela in hers'. She actually thought that all she had to do was stick it out and Fleur would lose interest. In her heart and mind, she knew that was not the case. Something told her she would still be pursuing her if she was married, had kids, had grandkids. There really was no stopping veelas. What does she have to do? How does she get Fleur off of her?
Hermione comforted herself by telling herself that once she got through her transformation, everything will go much smoother.
Hermione ran a hand through her hair and went back to her room. She got dressed in her pajamas and got into bed. The brunette thought about what the veela would do to get her. How far would the blond go? She still knew little to nothing about veelas. She thought about how she could learn more about them. The book was nice and helpful but it seemed it was lacking something. Perhaps Hagrid would know.
Hermione got out two pictures from her chest by her bed. One was of her mother and father on their wedding day and the other one was of her entire family. She smiled happily at the memories. They really were a very close family.
It was now morning and Hermione had to force herself to get up. She couldn't sleep well that night; her mind was going a thousand miles. She took a shower, got dressed and got herself ready.
She put on her Cullen crest bracelet that was given to her by her parents. The bracelet was beautiful; it had diamonds all around the band, the chain was of the Cullen crest that also had diamonds and on the back of the chain had the inscription, 'To Our Darling Girl' in cursive. Hermione's Cullen crest necklace was also covered in diamonds, even the chain. It was given to her by her entire family. Both items glistened and shined against the sunlight. She never took them off. It made her feel closer to them.
Hermione went downstairs to the Great Hall for breakfast. She was one of the last ones. The brunette was walking and turned a corner. She didn't see the woman that was also turning the corner and ended up crashing into her. They both went down to the floor.
Hermione winced and helped the woman up. "I'm very sorry. I inherited my clumsiness from my mother." She said. Although, her mother was no longer clumsy. She was quite graceful.
The woman laughed lightly and beautifully. "It is not a problem." She said. She looked to be in her later twenties or early thirties. The woman was tall, about six feet. She had long blond hair that ended at her shoulder blades, light tan, shapely body and nice curves. What struck Hermione were her eyes. They were a beautiful violet shade. This woman was so beautiful.
Hermione was so enthralled by this woman that she was taken out of her fuzzy gaze when the woman lightly caressed the underside of her chin, she smelled really good. The woman's soft fingers and made Hermione's heart flutter. "You will want to be careful next time, sweetheart. I don't want you falling unless it's for me." She said huskily. She gave Hermione a playful wink and a mischievous smile. The woman walked past her and went on her way.
Hermione was still a little dazed. She smiled and thought that maybe she had found her mate. She felt happy, drugged in a good way. Little did she know, that couldn't have been further from the truth. She had no idea the things that would come.
The woman had an ulterior motive.
I felt a little bad doing that to Hermione. What a rough ride. lol Before anyone gets mad at me, this will be explained, why that woman has such an effect on Hermione.
As I have said, I have a lot planned for this story.
Hope you liked it.
