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Chapter 10

It was a cold and peaceful night. The only noise that could be heard was from the willow tree and the forbidden forest. This peace didn't last long when a loud scream was heard.

Fleur shot up from bed, startled from the sudden scream, rolling from bed and grabbing her wand ready for a fight. When her mind cleared from the sleep, she looked around the room to spot what have waken her. When her gaze fell on Gabrielle's bed she saw her sister on the floor confused and shaken. She rushed to her sister's side and embraced her, trying to wake her up from the nightmare she had, whispering soothingly in French. She struggled to get away for a few seconds, still half asleep.

Suddenly the door to their room burst open and their friends rushed in with wands drawn and Amélie in the lead with a broomstick in hand.

"Nobody move, if you are reaching for something it better be a sandwich, because you're going to have to eat it!" shouted Amélie at no one in particular. She looked around the room and without spotting any threats that can cause the scream, she looked towards the two sisters confused.

"You hear a scream and decide to defend yourself with a broomstick?" questioned Fleur.

"It's the first thing I laid my hands on." replied the dark haired girl.

Veela, you're a witch not a freaking scrubwoman." the tall blonde pointed out disbelievingly. There is a lesson to be learned here, never EVER entrust your life on Amélie if you want to live longer. That woman had the bad habit to make dangerous situations, deadly.

"Maybe I've decided to change professions." said Amélie with an awkward smile.

"Is that so?" Fleur had an amused look on her face and grinned evilly. "Well, if that's the case, I think our toilet needs a bit of scrubbing."

The thought of her being on her knees in front of a toilet, scrubbing and Fleur behind her, laughing evilly while spelling the place to be even dirtier for the fun of it was definitely not appealing. "Now that I think about it, being a witch is not so bad. So, what's up with Blondine?" the dark haired Veela tried to change the subject.

"Nothing, sorry to wake you all but I would appreciate it if you would leave so we can have a talk." the older sister apologized, turning her head back to Gabrielle who stopped struggling and relished on the comfort her sister was giving.

Their friends only nodded in understanding, turning around to leave the sister alone but stopped when they saw that Amélie wasn't planning on leaving at all. They grabbed her by the hands, pulling her toward the door.

"Oh c'mooooon, I'm not the only one curious at what they are going to talk about, right?" but the girls only shook their heads disapprovingly, exiting the room. "When have you people become so boring? It must be some kind of a British disease."

"And it's Gabrielle!" a voice was heard before the door closed.

Fleur looked to her sister who was pouting, no longer under the clutches of the nightmare. She's been having these bad dreams since they came to Hogwarts a week ago. Every time when she tried to make Gabrielle talk about it, she would stubbornly refuse and no longer talk to her. But enough was enough. Whatever the nightmare was about it was serious or her sister won't act like some scared animal. Gabrielle will tell her everything even if she had to force her to do it. Her distress could be felt through the connection the family had.

Fleur stood up, helping her sister to sit on the bed and did the same beside her.

"Gabrielle, what's going on?" and by the face her little sister made she knew, she was about to reject talking about it again. "I am not leaving this room until you tell me."

Gabrielle faced her sister, contemplating what to do. Fleur wouldn't push her sister if what she had were just dreams. Veelas don't dream. It will happen only if they meet their chosen one just like it happened to them. But unlike her dreams, her little sister started to have nightmares which meant that something bad is going to happen.

Gabrielle taking a final decision at what to do took a deep breath and said:

"It's about Hermione."

Hermione? Fleur thought. Who is…and it hit her. It was her name, their mate's name, the one she's been trying to acquire since their first meeting. She couldn't help the pang of jealousy that arouse inside her. Her sister already knew her name in merely a week while she was still struggling to have the brunette in her presence for at least five minutes. What else did she know about their mate that she didn't? Did she know what she liked and disliked?

Was it hard for Gabrielle to obtain her name or did the brunette give it willingly? Were they friends or worse, gone further than that? Have they kissed and erased the feeling of her own lips from the brunette's?

No, no, no, no, Fleur needed to stop thinking about it, the jealousy was trying to blind her. It is much too early for Gabrielle to be that close to their chosen one. Their advances toward winning her heart has just begun and she knew that the brunette wasn't the trusting sort… right?

Remembering that her sister was expecting her to say something, she stopped her moment of insecurities. Fleur didn't want Gabrielle to know that she still hasn't learned their mate's name. Boosting the younger girl's confidence won't be a good idea because it was obvious she was with the "one step ahead".

"What about her?" Fleur questioned, her face revealing nothing, at least she hoped it didn't.

"In my dreams she…" taking another deep breath to calm her nerves she continues. "She dies Fleur."

Fleur's eyes got wide with shock. She knew it was something bad but this bad. She can't die, they have just found her.

"When did you start having this nightmare?" questioned the older blonde.

"Since we arrived." Gabrielle replied knowing that this will anger her sister.

"And why the hell didn't you tell me about it?" shouted Fleur, standing up and angrily started to pace in front of her sister.

"I wasn't sure, I thought… I hoped it will stop but it didn't." the younger sister defended herself and lowered her head. "I'm sorry Fleur."

"Sorry? You knew that our mate is in danger and kept it from me. What if something would have happened to her? She is my mate too, damn it." yelled the taller witch, trying to control her anger. Even pacing around was not helping her to calm down. "At least tell me you know how she dies."

Gabrielle shook her head. "I don't, in every dream she dies differently and I can't stop it."

"That's just great, the most important person in our life is in mortal danger and we have no idea from what or how to rescue her." the older Veela said sarcastically raising her hands in the air. "Were you planning on telling me?"

"I don't know." whispered the girl regretfully.

"If something happens to her I will blame you." snarled fleur, not controlling her rage at all. And why should she, who knows, maybe in this very second their chosen is lying somewhere... dead. The thought only made her frown even more. Damn Veelas and their proud nature. Pride can go to hell for all she cared if she could have the brunette.

"Yelling at me won't help so calm down!" Gabrielle shouted back, tired of her sister's damn lecture. She very well knew the consequences of her actions but she didn't want to make any assumptions before she was sure. Maybe the dreams were just tricks of her subconscious because of her insecurities that she won't be able to win Hermione's love.

"And what do you want me to do, congratulate you? mocked Fleur, stopping her pacing since it didn't work and rubbed her eyes. For someone who claimed that loved the brunette she sure had a bad way of showing it. Yelling at the moment seemed the best way to remind Gabrielle this is no game.

The younger blonde got to her feet and hugged her sister, hoping she would calm down. It would seem now she was the voice of reason. Fleur calmed her breathing and relaxed her tensed shoulders, returning the hug.

"Don't do this to me again, please." whispered the older Veela. Now that she have calmed down, it was time to discuss what to do. Like her, Gabrielle would give her life if it will save Hermione. Now that she knew what was bothering her younger sister they had a bigger chance in saving the hazel eyed witch.

"I suggest that we keep an even closer eye on our bushy haired witch from now on." Fleur said, retreating from the hug.

"My thoughts exactly, but how will you do it when madam Maxime is breathing in your neck? We all know that you will be chosen as champion to represent our school." questioned Gabrielle. It would seem in the end, she is going to do all the work.

"Don't worry little sister, I got it all covered. After tonight I'll be having enough time to keep Hermione safe." assured the taller witch with a smirk.

Well, if Fleur was telling her, she had everything under control, then she did. Her older sister's plans were 95% effective. Except when she tries to do some dirty trick on Amélie. Now that was an impossible task. Prank the master prankster. And here we can see a miracle, she is still walking around the living but if she continues annoying Fleur, her ticket to the underworld will be free. Death by the hands of a Veela is painful… a lot.

It was already morning for them to go back to sleep is they just did their morning routine in silence. The plan was already in motion, when one can't observe the bushy haired witch the other will. Also gather who wants to harm their mate so they had to be more observant of others, as much as they didn't like it. Paying attention to people would make the other think they are asking for attention. But they'll endure every single drooling moron if it would help them discover what's endangering Hermione life. Every other life was insignificant for the two Veelas.

When they were ready, they exited the room where their friends were getting ready and most likely eager to explore the castle. It was Saturday so that meant no classes which gave everyone two days of free time. The two sisters didn't know why some of their friends put a bit of makeup. Veelas are naturally beautiful so it was useless, it will only make the boys faint or something more embarrassing, cum in their pants. Their kind wasn't stupid and the girls won't just go out and wonder aimlessly around the grounds till they get lost. They will most likely use their charms and convince a few boys to show them around and all the secrets it held. It is always good to know your surroundings, you can say it was an animal instinct of sorts.

The Delacour sister exited the carriage and walked towards the castle and the giant gates. The doors are usually closed and locked at night for better protection. But now they kept it open all the time for the visitors. And for emergencies since the dark forest is full with dangerous creatures. Who know when they might grow balls and decide to go out for a snack.

The two sisters were the first to enter the great hall and the food wasn't yet appeared so they sat quietly in their rightful places at the Ravenclaw table. They hoped that Hermione will grace them with her presence today. For some reason she rarely came to eat in the great hall and when she did it was brief. It was worrying that their mate wasn't taking good care of herself. Weren't the one's she is hanging with taking notice of this?

The food appeared and in the next second the hall started filling up with eager students. Today was not only a day for relaxation but the day in which the three champions of each school will be selected. Fleur didn't need to worry at all, she has made sure that her name won't appear and she was ready to say hello to free time. She didn't need some stupid goblet to tell her if she is worthy of a stupid competition.

Their friends arrived and happily started to chat what they'll do for the day, choosing what to have for breakfast from all the varieties. The Delacours ate slowly, not participating in any of the small talks, lost in their own thoughts. They abruptly stopped, turning their heads toward the doors when the Veela inside warned them that Hermione was closing in and about to enter. And after ten seconds she did with three boys and one girl beside her, walking to their respectful table. Like always she sat with her back turned, facing the students with green on their robes. This action made the two blonde to frown.

But now was no time to pout but the time to look for suspects that might want to harm their one and only. Naturally they first looked at the four friends she was hanging with or to be more specific, the red head and the one with brown hair sitting on both her sides. Every brush of a shoulder or touch to their mate made the two witches angry and jealous. This silly boys should keep their hands off or they will help them too… by ripping them off. It was obvious they were trying to make Hermione pay attention to them which she did, making it harder for the sisters to only observe.

Two insignificant obstacles were no problem, their thrall will easily deal with them. But if they are trying to make a move on so should they. Unlike them, the brunette was open and caring when in the presence of her friends which meant that both boys actually had a possibility of winning her. That will not do.

Continuing the observation, checking their table first and then the Hufflepuff students, not seeing anything out of the ordinary. They stopped at the Slytherin table when spotting two boys openly looking at the bushy haired witch. One was a blonde boy who Fleur recognized as the one that sit beside her on the Quidditch world cup and the other was Victor Krum, the quidditch world star himself. Hermione was oblivious to all the attention, slowly chewing her food and reading yet another thick book.

What have you done to have so many admirers mon amour? Wondered Fleur, keeping a close eye to every movement they made. These basterds should find their own soul mate and stop starring at what belonged to her or she'll rip their eyes off.

While Fleur was imagining the hundreds of ways she could make them suffer, Gabrielle nudged her so she would look at her. When she did, her younger sister pointed toward the Gryfindor table and the brown haired boy. He and the red head girl were whispering something, careful not to be heard by the others, sitting beside them. The two on the Slytherin table completely forgotten. Finishing the hushed conversation the red head turned to the other boys and told them something which made them go exited and Hermione to shook her head and go back to reading. The smirk that appeared on the red head showed that she had succeeded in whatever they were plotting with the brown haired boy.

The three Gryfindors stood from the table and left the hall, happily chatting about something, leaving their chosen with the brown haired boy. Touching her shoulder he started to talk to her about something which made their mate smile and eagerly agree. They stood up and started leaving the hall.

This made the two sisters do the same, leaving the food and their friends behind. It was obvious whatever was happening, was some kind of a plot to get Hermione alone. Like hell they would let that happen. Rushing out of the hall, they were suddenly stopped when madam Maxime blocked their way.

"Mademoiselle Delacour a word." The giant woman said looking towards Fleur and then shifting her gaze to Gabrielle. "You are free to go."

Gabrielle apologetically looked toward her sister and ran off after Hermione. The tall blonde grumbled inside, wanting to hex this giant woman and her bad timings. Why can't she just leave her alone? Its Saturday damn it, doesn't she have something else to do than torment her? Maybe getting that bearded guy by the name of Hagrid isn't such a bad idea after all. She couldn't wait for the goblet to choose someone else and be free of this torment. Because of her headmistress she wasn't able to make any move on the hazel eyed witch since the time she bit her.

Now she has to listen to the same gibberish all over again and how excited she was. Maybe she should make a pollyjuice potion and turn to someone else so she could have the time to be with the brunette. That wasn't such a bad idea, at least then she won't be so guarded and try to bite her tongue off or run away. But then she won't forgive her for lying and have an even bigger reason to avoid her.

Groaning, she walked behind the headmistress, thinking of all sorts of hexes that can get her free of this woman. Hopefully Gabrielle will keep a close eye on Hermione while she is unable and not snatch her away because of this old hag.

"Please, don't fall for Gabrielle or anyone else just yet. I am the only one who is going to swipe you of your feet and catch you when you fall."begged the blonde silently, hoping that Hermione will have her defenses up full force and won't let anyone in.

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