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Chapter 12
Gabrielle strode along the corridors with Hermione in hand wanting to leave the castle and go somewhere where there weren't any students. This was a rare opportunity to get the witch alone and the first time no one was with them. The blonde didn't want for others to know that she was wooing the brunette, not yet at least until Hermione accepts to be with her. Now was the time to find a quiet place where they can know each other better. Not sexually! She thought warning the Veela inside not to even think of tempting her with lustful images. But when has it ever listened.
Gabrielle spared a look behind her towards the bushy haired girl and saw the worried face she had. And here it goes again, the jealousy that erupts inside her. Even if Hermione is with her, her mind was somewhere else or to be more precise – someone. She couldn't blame the beast on this because she also didn't like it. It is that stupid boy's fault for trying to seduce her mate. She only felt bad because her chosen somewhat felt responsible for not being able to prevent or help her friend.
"You do not need to worry 'ermione, your friend will be fine." the blonde reassured. Not getting any response, she squeezed the girl's hand a little tighter, snapping her from her thoughts.
"Sorry, did you say something?"
"I said you don't need to worry, he'll be fine" repeated Gabrielle.
"I know, I just hate it when people do these things." said Hermione with furrowed brows.
"Zere always will be bullies 'ermione, you cannot change that."
"Yea, I bet that a Slytherin did it. They always pick on him when they get the chance." the brunette grumbled. And here she thought that they have matured a bit since they haven't picked on her since the beginning of the year. The word mature or act their age didn't exist on the snakes vocabulary.
"It sounds like you and the green house have a history."
"A big one at that, there have always been rivalry between the two houses since it founders…"
Gabrielle listened to the brunette's explaining every little detail of the so cold rivalry as if reading it from the book. She really was a big bookworm as the books she always carried suggested. Who would think that this part of her will be considered cute. But at least now she wasn't thinking about the boy she hexed.
After some time and her mate still explaining this and that about the two houses Gabrielle decided to cut her off. It was nice to listen to her voice but history wasn't the subject she was interested in. "You know, not everyzing you read in zee books is true."
"I don't think so, everything I have read and learned comes from books and have been quit useful." Hermione argued. "Why would anyone write books that are full with lies?"
"Popularity, money, grudge… zere are a lot of reasons." the blonde pointed out." But let's not talk about zat now, I am still waiting for my tour.
Hermione remembered when they have introduced each other and that she promised to show her around. Her focus this past week have been to study and not be alone for that other blonde or any from her school to try and do something. She doubted that the older witch will make any sudden advance after what she did last time.
Well a promise is a promise. "Okay then, what do you want to see first?" the brunette questioned since it's been a week from their arrival and she might already know a big part of the castle already.
Gabrielle taught about it a little. She has already explored the castle and gathered some info from the male population about any secret passages and rooms in which students like to use. From what she gathered there is practically no place that can be considered romantic for winning someone's heart. Those places were useful only for couples that wanted to hide from prying eyes and Hermione wasn't hers, yet. She will have to improvise so they could have a good time together and to get one step closer to her heart.
"How about you show me zis village everyone's been talking about." suggested the vela with a smile, already making her way to the exit of the castle. Everyone would say is she insane, to suggest a place where at the moment is full with students and privacy does not exist. If she wanted to raffish her mate (not that she didn't want to), she would have used those secret rooms but now she wanted to apply herself in the best friend list.
Hermione was still reserved when not in the company of her friends. She wasn't bold and carefree and she wanted to remedy that. Being in the presence of other people might let her be more at ease and to let her relax.
"Alright." The hazel eyes witch removed her hand from Gabrielle's firm grip and started to walk beside her.
They didn't exchange any words for some time after exiting the school grounds and following the road leading to the village.
Gabrielle spared secret glances, careful not to be caught by the observant witch and knew every time the brunette did the same. It was obvious that her mate was struggling with something and was contemplating if she should ask the questions that her mind have produced.
That struggle made her forget herself and openly stare at the Veela.
"'emione you are going to make me blush looking at me like zat." Gabrielle said cheekily which did the desired affect to snap her mate from her thoughts and a bonus, making her blush.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to stare, that was so ru…"
"I know you are curious and 'ave a lot of questions you want to ask so don't be afraid to do so." the blonde cut her off.
"Can I? I don't want to look like I'm prying and offend you in any way." The witch questioned still unsure.
"I will be offended if you didn't. Ask whatever you wish. I'll try to answer to zee best of my abilities." giving Hermione a smile. "But I would ask zee same of you."
"Sounds fair enough. Can I ask first?" and she got only a nod for her question.
After a few more moments of thinking what questions to ask she began. "Are you a Veela?"
"Oui." The blonde replied without hesitation.
"Are all the Beauxbaton girls that came to participate Veelas?" the intelligent witch continued.
"Non, not all. We have a few sirens and fairies and two nymphs." Gabrielle answered and saw the surprise in her soul mate's eyes and giggled. "My school is famous not only of its beauty and zat it flies. Every student zere is a magical creature."
"But it's only for females. Why aren't there any male magical creatures to study?" Hermione was getting curious by the minute. Finding information about Beauxbaton or Durmstrang was almost impossible. The two schools kept its secrets well and only their professors and students can read the history of their school unlike Hogwarts history which you can buy on almost any store. Not that anyone was rushing to buy it since it can be read in a library.
"Zat will be because of us, the Veelas. A big number of Beuaxbaton students are veelas and we have a big effect on zee male population as you might have noticed."
Hermione nodded remembering that she read about a thing called thrall that can affect the male population which also explained why everyone was so taken in by the foreign girls since the first time they arrived. And a miracle, for the first time Ronald Weasley was correct for something, even if it is as stupid and insignificant as this. But she is not planning on telling him that, he has boosted his ego a lot for the past year.
"And do the male students go to another school in France?"
"Oui, zee French ministry made a special school for zee guys too after winning equal rights for most any magical creature 50 years ago." Gabrielle answered, smiling like an idiot when she saw her mate do the same. How she wanted for her to have this warm and gentle expression all the time when she's with her.
"And the... thrall?" the brunette hesitated.
Hermione has done her research on her kind already, but she haven't found the much desired information or such simple questions that everyone knew about them wouldn't be asked. Has she made such good impression on her already for her to try and learn about Veelas or was it because of Fleur. Have they introduced each other yet? Is this curiosity not toward her but her sister? She shook her head, trying not to think about such things, making her jealous and the beast to grumble. Why is she torturing herself like this? Let's hope my angel will realize that I love her and finally be mine because I don't know how long I can keep my hands and the Veela at bay.
"What about it?" Gabrielle finally asked, not wanting to look like a fool in front of her chosen because of her jealousy.
"Does it really affect only the males because I've seen girls also ogling."
"Are you jealous 'ermione?" the blue eyed witch teased, giving a small giggle by the blush that has appeared on her angel's face.
"No, it's nothing like that, I was just wondering why girls do it too." Hermione defended herself trying to hide the blush that have creped out without her permission.
"Too bad, I don't zink I would mind if you were ogling me." Gabrielle continued, even more satisfied of herself when her soul mate blushed even more. She wondered if the brunette can get even redder and will she look even cuter. Seeing the struggling girl trying to come up with another defensive line she decided to spare her and answered. "It affects girls who like other girls but it makes the straight ones feel jealousy and even hatred."
That must be tough, being hated because of your beauty –Hermione thought happy that she wasn't born a Veela. She didn't know if she could take all the attention to be on her. She will probably go mad.
Gabrielle suddenly pulled her towards her before she could bump into a passing student. Hermione thanked her, receiving a smile and looked around not realizing they have entered the village. Have they talked that much? It felt like they've started two minutes ago. She should stop boring maybe soon to be friend to death with all the questions and show her around. Her curiosity will be satisfied later.
Turning her head Hermione realized she was still in the Veelas arms and awkwardly pulled away, apologizing, wondering why the blonde had a disappointed look. Slowly they walked, observing the stores, answering questions that Gabrielle asked about some items she have never seen.
"Zis is a strange place to 'ave a shop for cloths." Gabrielle said, looking at the a shop with dresses on display. Every store they've passed had brooms, wands, pets, candy and funny looking items. Students shop for cloths and books before the start of the year so this store was looking out of place. Did anyone even come here to shop?
"It opens only for Halloween since Hogwarts has a mask ball every year." The brunette replied, motioning to keep going since it was getting late and soon it will be time to go back and they still haven't checked everything.
The Veela followed her mate in a store that had a lot of students, curious about this mask ball. "It sounds like fun. What 'ave you been dressing yourself as the past years?"
"Do I have to?" Hermione questioned embarrassed and the expectant face her companion had told her she won't drop it. "Well, when I was first year I dressed as a witch, like in the fairytales. I know it sounds stupid but the idea of me being a witch was still new to me."
Gabrielle smirked, imagining a young witch with black robes and pointy hat, mounting a broom. She must have been even cuter then, looking more like a doll.
"We didn't have the event my second year because the school had... issues." Telling her new friend that there was a giant snake terrorizing the place and petrifying or worse, killing with its sight wasn't a good idea so she only told her that one day she will tell her but not just now.
"My third year I was a fairy which is probably the most embarrassing thing I've done. There were barely any robes to wear and everyone could see through the material. I hid behind Harry and Ron for the whole night." Hermione laughed at the memory. She sure as hell won't pick such dress ever again. She would rather dress like Snape.
"I wish I've been zere to see it" the slightly taller blonde said, her brain already producing quit the delicious images, She swallowed hard not to let any drool to show. Her kind will ground her for life if she does such… human thing.
A girl approached Hermione before she could answer and asked her about an assignment they had to make for next week. Gabrielle gave them a bit of space to talk and started to look around the shop with all kinds of souvenirs, gadgets, strange looking potions and so much more. Her interest fell on a small golden item with the shape of a really beautiful bird. It was incredible how every little detail was carved in the gold. It only needed a small chain and it can become a necklace. It was quit expensive because of the material but Gabrielle didn't care, she liked it and wanted it so she took it.
After paying for it she looked around to check if her mate was done with the small talk and saw her standing in front of bubbling pink potions. Gabrielle stood behind Hermione, leaning her head over her shoulder to observe the pink liquid in her hands.
"Aren't love potions forbidden to be sold?" Gabrielle questioned since she have never seen them in any shops in France.
"As long as it's harmless to its drinker." replied the bushy haired witch also not liking the idea that the shop owners sell such things.
"At least it's not the real o…" Hermione said, turning her head, accidentally brushing her lips to Gabrielle.
Both girls were wide eyed by the unexpected moment, staring at each other, neither saying anything, their faces mare inches apart. The intelligent witch felt the blonde slowly moving closer, seeing the rapid change of her blue eyes to golden. Suddenly the face of that infuriating blonde that had tried to ravish her in a closet, replaced Gabrielle's. The brunette pulled back apologizing, mentally scolding her brain for making her think about her. It was true that the similarities between the two blondes is astonishing but Gabby was nothing like the older witch. Hermione passed the blue eyed witch, exiting the shop.
Gabrielle cursed her luck for leaving her this early. A second away from getting her first kiss with the brunette and her mate had to get distracted. As incredible her brain might be, its timing was terrible. Who knows when she will have such a sweet accident again?
The Veela exited the shop following after her chosen. It has gotten late and they had to get back and get ready for the big feast and the choosing of the champions. They were silent the whole way back to the carriage, both lost in their thoughts. The witches were still silent even when they reached it, Hermione feeling awkward and Gabrielle wanting to turn back time and just kiss her mate's brains out.
"Well I hope you had a good time." The brunette tried to break the silence.
"Oui, very! I hope we can do that again sometime soon." The blonde smiled. At least she was able to spend so long with her one and only. A huge step has been made and now they could consider each other friends and if given more time, something more.
"Yeah, sure…okay, I'll just leave you to get ready for dinner." And before she could leave the Veela leaned and kissed her on both cheeks.
"I'll keep you on that 'ermione." Gabrielle whispered to the blushing girl which gave only a nod and turned around, towards the castle to get ready herself.
Both girls oblivious to the ice blue eyes spying them from the carriage window.
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Hermione rubbed her face with her hands trying to stop the blushing and surprise by the unexpected goodbye. She shouldn't be, such exchanges are perfectly normal in France. It's probably because she isn't used to such intimate acts with anyone, except maybe Ginny but she always did it when planning on teasing or pestering her with something.
While walking through the giant gates to enter the castle she heard shouting not too far away and it was coming closer.
"STAY AWAY FROM ME YOU CRAZY WOMAN." a male voice was heard and from seemingly nowhere Peeves appeared, wet from head to toe and with fear in his eyes.
Hermione's eyebrows rose by the expression he had while standing in front of her. This was the first time she had seen him with any other expression then the irritating laughter and mischief smiles whenever he planned to prank someone. She should congratulate the one that can get him this scared. In the next second a tall dark haired woman appeared and Hermione immediately recognized her as the one she bumped into after trying to escape the woman she bit.
Or not.
"You British are so rude, starting a game without even finishing it." The woman smirked evilly with a charmed balloon full with water in her hands.
Before the poltergeist could yell again Amélie threw the said ball, making him fly up and through the ceiling and the ball to explode in Hermione's face, drenching her to the bone. The yelp that came out from her mouth draw the Veela's attention and she looked at her.
Before Amélie could say something the brunette cut her off. "If your goanna say something inappropriate I don't want to hear it."
The full blooded Veela raised her eyebrow in amusement, her gaze falling on the wet button up shirt the cute girl had on from which you can now clearly see the bra she was wearing.
"I don't think I'm the one being… how you say, inappropriate." said the dark haired woman, her gaze never leaving the girl's chest area.
Hermione confused looked down where the other woman was starring and jumped in surprise, crossing her arms in front of her chest so she could hide it.
"Turn around pervert." the bushy witch yelled.
Always the bossy one even in such state. Let's see if I can make you purr kitten. The older witch thought and started approaching the deliciously wet girl. "I can't help it, you look so ravishing."
Hermione made a step back every time the other witch made one towards her. Amélie saw the big door behind the wet witch and an opening for her to escape so she made a surprising move, capturing the unsuspecting brunette in her arms. The Veela took her wand while holding the struggling girl in the other and murmured a drying spell, much to her disappointment.
The hazel eyed witch stopped trying to get away, realizing what the older woman have done and looked confused for a split second.
"Thanks." the smaller girl murmured not wanting to look at the other woman's face.
"No problem kitten, we wouldn't want for you to get sick now do we?"
"We would know whose fault it will be if I get sick." Hermione grumbled wanting to get away from the woman's arms or she might get the wrong idea.
"You are correct, I should properly apologies." Amélie faked a remorse face and smirked. "With a kiss."
Hermione felt the Veela's one arm slide to her lower back, pulling her even closer and her head leaning to devour her mouth like the older woman said. Why are these women so strong? A mere inch before their lips connected a rough deep male voice was heard.
"Let her go."
Amélie glanced over her shoulder to the one who dared to interrupt her and saw no other than Viktor Krum himself.
"This does not concern you so leave." but seeing that he wasn't planning on listening to her she grumbled. "Don't you have a date with that broom of yours?"
Idiot, a lot of muscles and no brain. Even if he starts a fight, she will be the winner because of her super strength and speed. Who does he think he is, telling her what to do?
She was about to force him to leave when other guys from his school approached behind him with serious faces. Okay now the odds weren't so much in her favor anymore. It will have to be done another way. Amélie released her thrall on all of them but it barely had any effect. There are only two ways they won't be affected by it. One is if it's the Veela's mate and the other is a potion that her kind created. The Potion allowed it's drinker to not be able to sense or feel the thrall at all, the only side effect is that their senses are dulled. Their headmaster have prepared them for the tournament, that's for sure.
The full blooded Veela released the brunette. Causing problems their first week in the school won't go well with madam Maxime. And beating this amateurs before the tournament also is a no go. For now she had to back down, it's not like they'll be beside the kitten all the time.
"See you around kitten." and with that she left through the giant doors towards her carriage.
Hermione released a breath of relief and looked toward the guys standing not more than 6 feet away. She was about to thank them when Krum spoke.
"Come." And with that said turned around walking towards the moving stairs and she had no choice but to follow. Were they escorting her all the way to the Gryffindor tower? It would seem none of them are the talkative type. They were like some kind of soldiers walking in two lines and the Quidditch star as the lead.
When they reached the portrait Hermione looked at Viktor and thanked him and that it was not necessary to accompany her this far. He only nodded and with a polite bow left, with his pals behind him. Can this day get any crazier?
She had only an hour before the big feast and she promised to visit Neville in the hospital. She took a quick shower, putting on the school robes. Her friends were still not in the common room when she was ready to go to the hospital. They could really forget about the time when playing Quidditch. But Ron wouldn't miss dinner for nothing in the world. So there was no worries about them forgetting to join the feast and choosing of champions.
Hermione rushed toward the medical wing not having much time. She said to herself that she will have a quick shower but when she got under the warm water, everything was forgotten and only the nice feeling on her skin was left.
Arriving at the hospital wing, she entered and saw Neville sitting on his bed looking out from one of the windows. She approached him and cleared her throat not to startle him. He turned toward her and with a small smile greeted her which she returned.
"How are you feeling?" Hermione asked, sitting on the edge of his bed.
"Better than a few hours ago." he tried to be humorous by seeing the brunette's serious face.
"Does it hurt?"
"A little. It's amazing the things potions can do isn't it?" receiving a nod but her worried expression never faltering. "I'm fine 'mione, you don't need to worry. I'll be out of here till tomorrow."
"You won't join the feast?"
"Sadly I can't. Madam Pomfrey won't let me go till tomorrow so I'm stuck. But you can tell me who's been chosen tomorrow."
Hermione gave him a smile and a nod and remembered that he wanted to tell her something before this "accident".
"Neville what was it that you wanted to tell me this morning?" she questioned, seeing him stiffen.
"N…nothing important, it can wait." the brown haired boy stammered. Confessing to the girl he liked in the hospital doesn't count as romantic so he decided for another time. Ginny will kill him when she learns that her efforts haven't paid off. Maybe he should plead to stay in the hospital a bit longer.
"You know you can talk to me, about anything. To Harry and Ron too."
Neville nodded and promised he will tell her what has been on his mind when the time was right. After all this was said he rushed her to leave before she gets late and have problems with professor Mcgonagall.
Promising to visit him again tomorrow, she stood up and walked to exit the medical wing and get to the feast. She hoped it will end fast because she was feeling tired and wanted to get to bed early.
Entering the great hall she saw that it was almost full and students excitedly chatting and having bets to who will be chosen as champion. Her friends were already seated on their rightful table, eagerly awaiting for the food to appear. Hermione sat beside Ginny who was smirking for no reason or at least the intelligent witch couldn't see it.
"So…how was your day 'mione? Anything interesting you want to share with me and after that the others?" questioned the red head expecting her friend to tell her she had a boyfriend.
"No, nothing interesting. What about you guys?"
"Nothing? Where's Neville, I thought he was with you." Ginny didn't like where this conversation was going. Did Neville chicken out in the last second?
"He…said he wasn't feeling well and went to the medical wing." Simply replied the brunette turning her head towards the flaming goblet.
You better have a better excuse than feeling sick Neville or I'll kill you.Ginny thought giving one last look around the hall.
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Fleur entered the great hall with Gabrielle and her other classmates, sitting on the Ravenclaw table. On the outside you would see the Veelas calm face but on the inside she was enraged. The reason: her mate and the obvious closeness she and Gabrielle have developed. The brunette even allowed her sister to kiss her on her cheeks. While she had to listen praises and hopes from the headmistress, Gabby was slowly but surely making progress and it probably won't be long before she succeeds.
She sat on the table, wanting for tonight to be over and will love to see the disappointed face of the giant when the goblet chooses someone else. And when she gets the time not being pestered - her head turned toward the brunette sitting on the Gryffindor table and smirked: Then not even your friends will be able to save you from me.
Okay, this thought made her feel a little better. The food appeared on the tables and everyone started eating. Gabrielle still had a smile plastid on her face since she returned to the carriage. Fleur won't be surprised if she suddenly starts to fly from happiness. Sorry sister but after tonight there will be a new player in town.
The blonde's annoyance grew by the slow passing of time. This blasted dinner seems to be going forever. And finally it disappeared and the headmaster of Hogwarts walked beside the goblet giving his in her opinion nobody cares speech. Dimming the light just to make the moment more dramatic he turned to the goblet expecting the first name. Of course it has to be dramatic, the tournament haven't been done in long years and it was considered one of the greatest challenges a wizard or witch can participate in. Quidditch world cup wasn't as popular so this event will be watched from many all around the world.
The fires of the cup changed color to red, deciding its first champion and shot a small piece of parchment in Dumbledore's hand. For a few seconds there was silence when he finally spoke.
"The champion for Durmstrang is … Viktor Krum!"
A beast like sounds erupted from the Slytherin table and some other people from the other tables, trying to congratulate their idol. The 7th year blonde rolled her eyes and waited for this animals to be done and the other to be champion to be selected. When he entered the room he was showed to, silence fell in the room again.
The goblet doing its work shot another well shaped blue parchment telling Fleur that now was the moment her schools champion will be chosen. She was feeling nerves and she didn't know why. She shouldn't be, she have secured the possibility to be chosen.
"The champion for Beuxbaton is" and again with the infuriating silence. Get on with it you old log.Fleur though preparing for the long awaited freedom which she will welcome with open arms. "Fleur Delacour!"
For a split second her face showed shock and surprise but she immediately put on a façade and a fake smirk. While her mind was going with the speed of light she turned toward her friends who were congratulating her and Amélie's satisfied face. Something tells her that this happened because of the dark haired Veela. Later she will ask and if she was correct her best friend won't live to see the next sunrise.
Fleur got up from her seat gracefully and strode towards the headmaster, shaking his hand and giving a fake smile and he showed her towards the door behind the professor's table. Entering it she saw that it was actually a room where they held their trophies and they were a lot. Well they should, this school is really old and a lot of famous events were held here in the past. Victor had his back on her, starring at the fire. Now they only had to wait for the last champion and get their first instructions.
Fleur paced around the room, wondering how could this happen and all that she was able to do is make herself even more frustrated and angry. She just wanted to go on a rampage and destroy the whole room and this guy since she didn't care for him in the slightest and because he was looking at her mate this morning.
And as if on cue her chosen entered the room. Now Fleur was confused, why did Hermione came to this room, wasn't it only for the chosen champions, was she here to tell them something that a professor have asked from her?
The blonde approached the girl who was obviously scared. The older witch eyebrows furrowed not liking this expression her little vixen had on her face.
"What's wrong 'ermione, why are you 'ere?" questioned the quarter Veela and not receiving any answer. The brunette was struggling in what to say or do.
When she opened her mouth to whisper something, while looking on the floor, the door opened and in entered her friend Harry Potter. Now she was really lost. What in the name of Merlin is going on?
The younger friends stood beside one another, looking at each other confused and worried. A loud shouting was heard and all heads turned to the door which slammed open and Dumbledore entered followed by the British Minister and some of the professors. With a surprising speed for an old man the headmaster of Hogwarts bombarded the young students with questions she did barely catch.
Tired of the shouting and wanting answers she yelled. "What the hell is going on 'ere?"
Her headmistress walked beside her and said. "I'll tell you what happened, Hogwarts have cheated."
"We have not." Mcgonagall said raising her voice so it could be heard.
Before another argument could start, Dumbledore lifted his hands which silence everyone and turned to one of the judges Barty Crouch to make a decision.
After contemplating the situation he said. "The rules are clear, the goblet's decision is finale. Miss Granger and Mister Potter will officially be the champions of Hogwarts."
"WHAT!" yelled Fleur not believing her ears. This must be some kind of nightmare. This whole day was one and she wanted to punch herself and wake up.
With an angry growl she turned and walked out of the room ignoring her headmistress callings. So everything was wrong, no one wanted to hurt Hermione. She was the one who endangered herself by entering the tournament. She laughed to herself at the people who called her smart because what she's done is anything but.
Fleur stopped on her tracks. What was she doing leaving that place. The brunette was endangering herself and in the process will hurt herself. That will cause her and Gabrielle to suffer for the rest of their life. If you can call it life because there is none if the most important thing in Veelas life isn't beside them.
She will give the younger witch a piece of her mind no matter if she wants it or not. Fleur leaned against a wall, hidden by one of the armored statues, waiting for her chosen. It was the only corridor that leads to the moving stairs and the 7th floor.
"I can't believe this is happening to us, I mean, I would understand if you were but me." The sweetest voice for Fleur's ears was heard not too far away and she readied herself.
"Thanks 'mione. Being my friend you get the best seats." the boy who lived tried to lighten the mood even though he wasn't feeling it.
"This is no time to Joke Harry and the seats are too good for my liking." the brunette laughed.
Fleur made her move, grabbing her mate by the arm and pinning her on the wall double checking for any possibilities for her to escape, seeing none. Good.
"Hey, let her go!" the black haired boy yelled angry.
Fleur turned her golden gaze toward the stiffened boy and released her thrall. "Leave boy, me and your friend need to 'ave a little chat."
Harry already dazed and not thinking clearly nodded, unsteadily moving on the direction towards the moving stairs.
Fleur have overdid a bit with the thrall but she had no patience to listen to him or anyone else. Her golden eyes locked with hazel angry ones. Why is she angry, she should be angry at her for stupidly entering the tournament.
"You stupid girl, why the 'ell did you enter your name in the goblet." Growled Fleur tightening her hands around the brunette, keeping them close to each other.
"I didn't, now let me go!" demanded Hermione not liking that she was losing the fight already.
"Do you expect me to believe that?" the blonde asked.
"I don't care what you think." shot the young witch seeing hurt in the other woman's eyes which made her stop fighting.
"Don't you know it's dangerous, people 'ave died." the Veela whispered worriedly but still angry. "You won't last five minutes in the tasks."
Hermione furrowed her brows at that statement. "You would be surprised at what I can do. I'm more capable then you think."
"Are you?" questioned the golden eyed witch. "Prove it, free yourself from my hold." She challenged knowing that it wasn't possible because of her inhumane strength.
Her mate did just that but every time Hermione made a maneuver that might get her free like slipping from bellow she would tighten her hold. After a few minutes her mate was getting tired and Fleur smirked. The beast inside purred in delight by the soon to come submission.
"Maybe you need a little bit of a push, non? and with that yanked her curls and head backwards and locked their lips. She didn't want to get bitten again by the small vixen. The struggle was renewed while she tasted yet again the delicious taste that was her mate. And the time stopped when Hermione stopped fighting, her hands on the blonde's shoulders and returned the kiss. This is how it should have been all along. Fleur's tongue explored everything and repeating every movement that made her mate moan or sigh in the kiss.
Her control was flushing down the toilet by the second and her sight blurred. This girl was heaven send that's for sure. The anger completely forgotten, replaced by only the feeling. A surge of magic past through her body easing her tired body as if giving her new life. Unconsciously one of her hands moved up and down the girl's spine through the cloths, making her shiver.
The Veela was slowly taking control making her act bolder and take what is her by right. Who know when such opening will occur again, if ever. Her other hand was slowly unfastening the robe, pulling it on the ground. Finding the buttons of her school shirt she slowly started to unbutton them, never once releasing her mouth. She only did it when her mate needed to take a breath and when she did, the blonde would dive right in, losing them both in the sensation that it bring.
Her thrall was all around the place and any by passer would get dazed and leave the area without disturbing them. It was something of a warning because the Veela might kill anyone who dares to interrupt her conquest.
Unbuttoning her chosen's shirt to the tie, she was met with no protest, not that she will allow her to do so. It was obvious Hermione was affected as much as her, her brain completely shut down. A bit of the brunette's white bra was already on view making the beast inside Fleur to push her to go faster and to stop starring like a fool.
Crashing the smaller witch's swollen lips again her hand trailing up her smooth skin on her stomach towards its desired destination. It felt like she's been waiting for years to do this. Her hand cupped the covert breast and moved her fingers, teasing the covered nipple.
Suddenly she saw golden light and as if some kind of force pushing her away.
"NO!" a loud yell was heard and Fleur flew on the other wall, hitting her back and crashing on the floor with a grunt. Thank Merlin she wasn't normal or that would have broken her back for sure. Trying to clear her head she looked towards her mate who was trying to cover her body with her hands and the golden light she had seen before hitting the wall. With an apologetic face Hermione apologized and stormed away forgetting her robe.
Slowly standing up from the floor, wincing she walked to the black material and picked it in her hands, taking in the scent. Looking toward the direction her mate ran off to she wondered.
What are you Hermione Granger?"
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