Summary – "Hermione should have thought up a better plan that day. Now she is hiding what happened from Harry, Ron, Ginny, the rest of The Weasley Family, and half of Hogwarts. Also on top of that other secrets are coming out and she is learning new things about herself that she never knew. Along with the troubles of two Veela, but especially one Fleur Delacour and her family."

Rating - Older Teen to Mature (For later chapters)

By- WolfDragonGod and Asher Henry

Beta - Lash_Larue

"Talking"

'Thinking'

To Hate is To Love -Chapter Seven

It was a week later, and Hermione, Ginny, Harry, and Ron were all sitting nearby watching as students that were of age walked to the goblet and tossed in a small sheet of paper with their name on it. Fred and George had of course tried, and failed at, putting their names in the fiery cup. Both where now sporting long beards and still wrestling each other on the ground. Lee Jordan was taking bets from other students on who would win.

Hermione soon began to grow bored of just sitting there watching as student after student went up to the goblet. She was about to leave when a flash of blond hair and blue silk caught her eye. Hermione watched as Fleur strode past the age line and entered her name in the goblet.

When the blond turned around, she caught Hermione's eyes watching her. She huffed at the girl before turning and taking the hand of someone who could pass as Fleur's clone, if it weren't for the age and size differences. 'Must be her sister,' Hermione mused before she gathered her things and left the room. Ginny too noticed the small blonde clone that walked out beside Fleur and felt compelled to follow her out of the room. Shaking her head at the strange thoughts, she turned and watched as Cedric Diggory entered his name, a horde of Hufflepuffs cheering him on.

Hermione headed outside. Taking in the fresh air and looking around she made her way over to a nice shady area and settled down. Reaching into her bag she pulled out her newly purchased book. The cover read 'Griffin's: From freshly hatched to final breath'. Hermione opened the book to the page she was last on and began to read more about the fascinating creatures. She sat in peace reading for a time until she looked at the watch on her wrist and realized she was about to be late for her next class.

Gathering her things, she began to make her way into the castle. Along the way she caught a familiar scent that gave her pause. Looking around she saw Fleur standing across the hall with the same young girl as before. Quickly turning her eyes away from the siblings she made her way down a flight of stairs and headed towards the dungeons. Coming into the room she saw an empty seat beside Harry and sat down.

"I'm surprised," Harry said as Hermione read the board and started to gather the required ingredients.

"At what?" She asked.

"You were nearly late for a class," Harry said with a small smirk.

"Nearly being the key word," Hermione pointed out.

Harry's next words were cut off by the door to class slamming shut. Professor Snape walked up the middle row of desks, spinning on his heel as soon as he reached the front of the room. His narrowed eyes roamed the room, making sure every student had the correct ingredients.

"Ten points from Gryffindor as it appears Mister Longbottom plans on killing us all today."

Everyone turned to stare at the red faced and mortified boy. Hermione looked over his ingredients and spotted his mistake, powdered root of asphodel instead of Abyssinia shrivelfig.

Fifteen more points were taken by the end of class and nearly double that given to Slytherin. The smug students walked out of class thanking Neville and Harry for helping put them in the lead for the house cup. No quidditch meant no points for winning matches. This year's cup would have to be won on brains alone, which meant Hermione was going to be sought out more and more for help. She was happy to have her own room and not have to deal with her housemates constant questions.

It was later on that day that Hermione finally found some peace and quiet in the library away from all the talk about the tournament and visiting students. She had just finished her school work and pulled out her book on taking care of her Griffin. She was well near the end of the book when she smelled it. 'Jasmine and Sandalwood'. Snapping the book shut she stood up quickly causing her chair to scrape the floor a little.

She turned around ready for another fight only to stop. She spotted Ginny and Fleur's sister taking a table near her. They were sitting unnecessarily close together and talking in hushed whispers about something. Hermione had almost calmed down when she saw movement out of the corner of her eye. Turning her head a little she saw Fleur marching towards Ginny and her sister, anger evident on her face.

Hermione groaned a little but knew she had to stop the blond. Walking over she blocked Fleur's path before quickly pushing the blond into an empty row of books and away from Ginny and Fleur's sister. "Wat zee 'ell do you think you are doing? "hissed Fleur as she tried to push past Hermione. "Get your skanky girlfriend away from my little sister! You 'ave already ruined enough of my time at this god forsaken school, no need to do the same to her."

Hermione growled low in her throat and shoved the blond back against a bookshelf. "First off Ginny isn't a skank so stop calling her such names. Second, she isn't my girlfriend." Looking over her shoulder she saw Ginny blushing a little while the shorter girl smiled and began to gently lead her out of the library with a small blush of her own. "Third, I think your sister is the one crushing on the girl I consider my own sister. Now back the hell down before I make you." Hermione turned her amber gold eyes back towards Fleur and hoped the French witch would back down.

Fleur however was lost in her own little world. 'She is not taken' was the only thought flowing through her mind over and over again. The Veela inside of her was ecstatic at the news and was beating at the walls holding her back from her mate. Fleur shook her head before watching as Gabrielle led the redheaded girl out of the library with a coy smile. Watching them for a moment she realized that Hermione was right. 'Seems I am not the only one to find my mate at this school'. Turning back to Hermione she was met with those eyes from before in the stables and in the hallway. They bore into her and she felt her heart and body lurch toward her. Hermione was so close their bodies were practically touching.

Hermione, seeing that Fleur had seemingly calmed down moved away and went to grab her stuff to leave. There was something about this girl that just set the animal inside of her off. Hermione just wasn't sure if it was a good thing or a bad thing yet. Quickly moving towards the exit of the library not paying attention, she bumped into someone. The scent of roses and something overly sweet hit her nose. Looking down she saw another Beauxbatons girl staring at her. Quickly bending down she began picking up the stuff the girl dropped.

Standing back up Hermione handed her back her things and began to apologize to her. She paused for a second taking in the girl's dark hair and near black eyes, along with her tan skin. "Sorry, wasn't watching were I was going," Hermione got out.

"It's okay," the girl said before she grinned and leaned in a little. "I am Aurora, it's nice to meet you," she held out her hand with a small smirk on her face.

Hermione paused for a moment; it felt like something was trying to slide across her skin and invade her personal space. Holding back another growl she coughed a little and turned her eyes towards the girl before saying, "Uh, yeah, nice to meet you, I am Hermione. If you don't mind I have to get going." With that Hermione left the library and the strange feelings she had experienced while there.

Aurora turned and watched Hermione walk down the hall before disappearing around the corner. Smirking, she licked her lips. 'I think I just found myself a new toy.'

Fleur, who was watching the whole thing, panicked a little. Aurora was a descendant of sirens, and the girl took great pleasure in using her ancestor's powers on whomever she deemed worthy of her time. 'No', was not a word sirens were used to hearing. They cared little for anything outside of their own needs and desires. True, there was an unspoken agreement between all creatures that another's mate was off-limits so to speak, but sirens were known to ignore those laws if they stood in their way. Fleur quickly left the library in search of Hermione. She needed to warn her and apologize to her mate. Then maybe they could start over and Fleur could try and be friends with Hermione, she knew they couldn't just jump straight to being lovers. Not after all that had already happened between them.

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Hermione's day went by slower than usual. The unease she had experienced in the library hadn't left her and it caused her mood to grow sour as the day wore on. By the dinner time she had already chewed off Ron and Harry's head multiple times and the boys had shied away from her. When they sat down she immediately took notice of Ginny. The girl seemed lost in her own head. She sat with a goofy smile on her face and her eyes continuously found their way over to the Ravenclaw table and, in particular, to a small blonde haired girl.

Hermione smirked and took a deep breath through her nose. Over the smell of pork chops and potatoes and various other foods she picked out Ginny's scent. The young Weasely's scent was mixed with someone else's. The smell was different through. Earlier the other girl had smelled like Fleur, jasmine and sandalwood, now however her smell had changed. Hermione picked up peppermint and dragon's blood.

The change in smell confused her. "No one can change their scent. Well no one except…' Hermione felt like she had been smacked across the head by Snape. Looking around she saw nearly every boy, and a few girls, staring or fighting hard not to stare at the Ravenclaw table. Following their line of sight it either landed on Fleur, Aurora, or Fleur's sister. Snapping her head back to her plate Hermione began calling up all the information she had learned about Veelas.

As she ran down the list of identifying traits the truth became clear. Ron, thick headed as he was, was right. Hermione turned back to look at the blonde that had gotten such a rise out of her by simply being near her. 'Veela,' she thought to herself.

"Excuse me," a soft voice called from behind her. Hermione jumped a little, startled by the sudden intrusion. She knew who it was before she even turned around, the overbearing scent of roses and that sickly sweet smell causing her to grimace.

"May I help you Aurora?" Hermione asked in as nice a tone as she could muster. From the corner of her eye she could see people's attention shifting to the girl next to her. Ron turned a frightening shade of purple and even Harry looked to be affected by her presence.

"I was just wondering if maybe you would be my guide this weekend. I know it's the weekend the students are allowed to go into the village and I was thinking you could show me around."

Hermione took in the girl's words very carefully and it was quite clear she was not asking at all, more like demanding. Hermione could hear the sputters of those around her trying to find their voice to offer to be the girl's guide instead. When Hermione was taking too long to answer Aurora placed gentle hand on her shoulder, making sure her fingers would graze Hermione's neck. She mistook the shiver of disgust for one of pleasure.

"I'll see you in the entrance hall after breakfast then." She smiled and turned to walk away when Hermione stopped her.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not going to Hogsmead this weekend." At her words Hermione both felt and saw Aurora's mood darken. Hermione inwardly smirked at the girl. "I've more important things to do," she added.

"I guess I'll find someone else, then," Aurora gritted out. With a stiff nod she walked back to her seat at the Ravenclaw table.

Hermione returned her attention to her plate, trying to ignore the harsh scent of the girl still covering her.

After a few moments Ron found his voice again.

"What did you tell her 'no' for?"

"If you want to spend your weekend with an arrogant girl like her it's fine by me. I'd rather do something productive with my time." She snapped at him, adding in her mind, 'Like prepare for the next full moon.'

The rest of dinner went by without another word being said, which was good for Hermione as the feeling of eyes burning into the back of her head was pushing her limits. When dinner ended Hermione gave a curt "goodnight" to her friends and left the hall.

The walk to her room calmed her bit, and the gentle breeze blew away the thick scent of Aurora the still clung to her.

Her calm was short lived as the wind changed direction it brought with it jasmine and sandalwood. Clenching her jaw, Hermione sped up her pace and could hear the faint sounds of heels echoing down the hall. Rounding the final corner Hermione ducked behind a statue and waited. It wasn't long before her stalker passed her by, the blonde hair leaving no doubt as to who it was.

Hermione grabbed the girl from behind, wrapping one arm around her waist and the other around her chest. Fleur let out a yelp of surprise and Hermione could feel her heart beating rapidly in her chest.

"What do you want?" she hissed at the girl in her arms.

She got no response but she could hear Fleur's breaths getting heavier. Stepping out of her anger Hermione realized the position they were in.

Fleur was flush against her, their bodies touching at every possible point. Only one point of contact worried her though. The feel of Fleur pushing her ass against her crotch caused a shudder to run down Hermione's spine. Hermione pulled Fleur closer to herself, burying her nose in the nape of the girl's neck. The scent of jasmine and sandalwood began to increase and Hermione could feel warmth spreading in the pit of her stomach. A low growl escaped her throat and she was surprised when it was answered with a moan.

"What's happening?" Hermione's quiet plea entered Fleur's ear. Letting out a sigh Fleur pulled away from Hermione, her body crying out as she did.

Taking a few calming breaths she turned around.

"I know you do not like me, but I have something I need to tell you. Please."

Hermione eyed the girl before her. She seemed honest enough in this moment.

"What is it?"

"Do you 'ave somewhere private we can talk?"

Grunting, Hermione motioned for Fleur to follow her.