HARRY POTTER And the Veela girls
Healer
Chapter 14
Scarlet Hermione?
See? I told you I'd have more time to write (and hopefully read too) now that I'm out of jail… the down part of it is I'm kinda depressed now because I really miss all the other inmates, I even miss the guards, but the one I miss the most is certainly my first cellmate…
Remember this is my first Harry Potter fic, and it contains the relationship between two females, so if it bothers you, please don't keep reading.
Bear in mind that I own neither Harry Potter nor its characters, so if you recognize any of them, THEY'RE NOT MINE. I only own the idea of making Hermione a half-breed veela.
I also not own the veela bonding/courtship ritual, that was an idea from D. Geheimnis and Dreiser; I came upon their fics "Accune Defense pour toi" and "No Defense for you", I strongly recommend you read those fics. Fleur's line """patience in all things, patience in one thing""" in "Accune Defense pour toi" was what triggered this plot in my head.
Anyway, thank you so much for your support and here is the next chapter. I'm flatered that so many people had added HP&VG to their favorite list, and I'm shocked that it is now on over 100 people's alert list. So do not forget to feed my imagination with your reviews, ok?
Chapter 14
Scarlet Hermione?
"You're forgetting to add 'a handsome Azkaban fugitive, cold blood murderer and presumed Death Eater" Fleur could not believe what she just heard, was her Chosen really somehow involved with a Death Eater? A murderer? Was that the same Black that she had read about in the papers last year? The one add she had not pay attention to?
Then she remembered one chat she had had with the twins.
"You'll face the Weasley wrath if you don't leave her alone" said Fred
"And our older brothers, even Percy, are to be informed if you don't stop hurting Hermione" said George
"And you'll have to deal with our mom, and a few of her friends, including a werewolf!" concluded Fred
"And lets not forget Sirius" added George while both twins turned to leave. Fleur stood there for a second.
"Wait!" she said making the twins to turn again. "I don't mean to 'urt 'er" Fleur said sadly "I love 'er!" she declared "I'll face everyone in ze world, even ze Dark Lord 'imself in order to gain 'er 'eart. I will not give up on us"
"I don't know what to zink of you Monsieur Black, but I love Hermione and as I've already stated, I'll face even ze Dark Lord 'imself for 'er" began Fleur surprising both Sirius and Hermione while taking out her wand "So if you please could move aside, we'll be gone and will not tell anyone we've seen you"
Hermione smiled at that, was Fleur really to shocked to notice that Sirius was not dangerous? She put a hand on Fleur's arm, making her lower the wand. "It's alright Fleur, he knows. He's our friend and his not a threat to us, at least not directly"
Fleur looked confused at her Chosen, but when Sirius burst out laughing she couldn't stop moving between the Death Eater and Hermione, while glaring at what she considered a threat.
"Perhaps we should tell her the whole story Mione, I really don't want to be in the receiving end of a veela's wrath" said Sirius still giggling.
"I do not think that is funny Sirius, and you're not helping your case by laughing at my girlfriend" stated Hermione with her hands on her hip.
"Sorry" said Sirius once he regained his composure. "I didn't mean to startle you Fleur, why don't you both sit down again? I believe this will be a really long chat"
Hermione dragged Fleur to the bed again, and sat beside her, one hand reassuringly on the blonde's thigh.
"It's alright Fleur, we were also wary about Sirius at first, but we discovered that he is in fact innocent and was framed by someone close to him and the Potters… Do you remember the map that Harry leant us a couple of weeks ago?" Fleur nodded "Well…" and with that Hermione launched into explanation mode, she told Fleur with Sirius help, all that had happened last school year.
By the time they were finished it was really late and the girls had to go back to school, Sirius walked them in his animagus form to the wimping willow and bid them goodbye by nuzzling them both, Hermione took out Harry's cloak and covered both of their bodies, walking Fleur to the Beauxbaton's carriage. They kissed one last time that night under the cloak and then Hermione went to the Gryffindor common room, glad that everything between Sirius and her Chosen had worked out alright. Now she had no more secrets from her and Fleur would now understand when they talked about Snuffles, now she only had to tell Harry and Ron that Fleur knew about it.
Harry, Ron and Hermione went up to the Owlery after breakfast on Sunday to send a letter to Percy, asking, as Sirius had suggested, whether he had seen Mr. Crouch lately. They used Hedwig, because it had been so long since she'd had a job.
When they had watched her fly out of sight through the Owlery window, they proceeded down to the kitchen.
Harry gave Dobby his new socks and Hermione told Yeauxy the news about her and Fleur, while Ron roamed through the food that was offered to him.
"Yeuxy is glad miss listen to heart" said the house-elf "Miss was not looking good without her partner"
"I'm glad to Yeauxy. Thank you for being concerned. I feel better now" said Hermione beaming at her little friend. Hermione's heart saddened however when they noticed Winky and the state she was now.
Winky was sitting on the same stool as last time, but her clothes were ragged and unwashed. She was clutching a bottle of butterbeer and swaying slightly on her stool, staring into the fire. As they watched her, she gave and enormous hiccup.
"Winky is getting through six bottles a day now" said Dobby "Winky wants to go home. Winky still thinks Mr. Crouch is her master, and nothing Dobby says will persuade her that Professor Dumbledore is her master now"
They tried in vain to cheer her up, while the other house-elves at the kitchen, including Yeuxy returned to their tasks. By the end of their 'intervention' Hermione was fuming and tried to remind all the house-elves that they had also a right to be sad or happy or angry as much as any human, but it was futil, so the trio left the kitchens again.
By breakfast the next day Hermione's bad mood had burnt out and to Harry's and Ron's relief, Ron's dark predictions that the house-elves would send substandard food up to the Gryffindor table because Hermione had insulted them proved false, everything was quite good as usual.
Fleur sat by Hermione's side when the pos owls arrived, noting that Hermione looked up eagerly, as if expecting something.
"Percy won't've had time to answer yet" said Ron "We only sent Hedwig yesterday"
"No, it's not that" said Hermione "I've taken out a subscription to the Daily Prophet. I'm getting sick of finding everything out from the Slytherins"
"Good thinking!" said Harry also looking up at the owls
"Of course it is good zinking. Did you expect less from the brightest witch of 'Ogwarts 'Arry?" asked Fleur smirking at Hermione
"Hey, Hermione, I think you're in luck" said Ron. A gray owl was soaring down toward Hermione.
"It hasn't got a newspaper, though" she said, looking disappointed. But to her bewilderment, the gray owl landed in front of her plate, closely followed by four barn owls, a brown owl and a tawny.
"'Ow many subscriptions did you take out mon Ange?" said Fleur seizing Hermione's goblet before it was knocked over by the cluster of owls, all of whom were jostling close to her Chosen, trying to deliver their own letter first.
"What on earth…?" Hermione said taking the letter from the gray owl, opening it and starting to read. "Oh really!" she sputtered, going rather red.
"What's up?" said Harry
"It's… oh ´ow ridiculous" said Fleur who had read the letter over Hermione's shoulder.
"Excactly" said Hermione thrusting the letter to Harry, who saw that it was not handwritten, but composed from pasted letters that seemed to have been cut out of the Daily Prophet.
You are a wicked girl. Harry Potter deserves
better. Go back where you came from Muggle
"They're all like it!" said Hermione desperately, opening on letter after another. "'Harry Potter can do much better than the likes of you…' 'You deserve to be boiled in frog spawn…' Ouch"
She had opened the last envelope, and yellowish-green liquid smelling strongly of petrol gushed over her hands, which began to erupt in large yellow boils.
"Undiluted bubotuber pus!" said Ron pickin up the envelope gingerly and sniffing it.
"Ow"! said Hermione again, tears starting in her eyes as she tried to rub the pus off her hands with the napkin, but her fingers were now so thickly covered in painful sores that it looked as though she were wearing a pair of thick, knobbly gloves.
"I better take you to ze 'ospital wing" said Fleur as the owls around Hermione took flight.
"We'll tell Professor Sprout where you've gone" said Harry
"I warned her!" said Ron to Harry as Hermione and Fleur stood up.
"You'll be fine mon Ange" said Fleur leading Hermione to the entrance of the Great Hall. Then a wicked smirked appeared on her lips and Hermione knew that something troubling was about to happen, however she did not expected what happened next. "I'll give them something to talk about" said the blond veela clutching on of Hermione's hand on hers, gaining with that the same pain that her Chosen was experiencing.
"I just want to tell you all 'ere, zat zis gorgeous, amazing, stunning, smart and beautiful witch beside me, is out of limits to everyone. She is my girlfriend, and my Chosen, zerefore if you 'arm 'er again, I will 'unt you down and release my wrath on you." Then they both stormed out of the Great Hall leaving it in total silence.
"You didn't have to do that love" said Hermione once they were nearing the hospital wing.
Fleur tried not to react to Hermione's words, but she couldn't help the small smile that crept to her face "I wanted to make sure zey knew you're mine, specially Krum. 'E was eyeing you as if you were a goddess, which I zink you are but you are my goddess." Said Fleur vehemently. Hermione realized that Fleur's eyes were different; they were yellowish now and she remembered some of her lessons with Apolline and Severus Snape.
"You must take into account that veelas are very possessive with what is theirs" had said Snape
"Hermione, we are really protective of the ones we care, especially our Chosen. We'd rather die than see our Chosen suffering. If someone hurts them, we snap and become our real selves, we return to our original form." Had said Apolline
"It is unwise to make a veela get mad at you." Said Snape
"While I don't mind being yours and only yours, and you defending my honor, I was not talking about that" said Hermione smirking. Fleur looked up and slowly her eyes turned back to the hazel blue Hermione was used to. "I'm talking about your hand. You didn't have to hurt yourself too" said Hermione smiling at Fleur who was still clutching Hermione's right hand with her left one.
"Oh" said Fleur "I didn't zink about it. I just wanted to 'old your 'and mon Ange"
With that said, both smiled and started again to the infirmary. After Madame Pomfrey released them, Hermione headed to Care of Magical Creatures and joined her friends there.
Hermione walked towards Ron, Harry and Hagrid when the bell rang across the grounds for lunch. Harry noticed Madame Maxime watching them out of her carriage window.
"What yeh done ter your hands Hermione?" said Hagrid looking concerned
"Hermione told him about the hate mail she had received that morning, and the envelope full of bubotuber pus.
"Aaah, don' worry" said Hagrid gently, looking down at her. "I got some o' those letters an'all after Rita Skeeter wrote abou'me mum"
"Things will get tougher though" said Ron
"Yeah. I'm sure Skeeter will publish soon something about what Fleur did in tomorrow's paper" said Harry
"Well, then it will just confirm that she's still in Hogwarts grounds" said Hermione more to herself than to them
Sure enough, the next week's edition of the Witch Weekly stated that Hermione was as Ron had said, a Scarlet Woman.
HOGWARTS' OWN LOVE BITCH
By Rita Skeeter
It appears that the young muggle-born witch, Hermione Granger is now only missing one heart of the TriWizard Champions.
Hermione Granger who was Harry Potter's girlfriend until the Second Task, when she ditched the young wizard for the Quidditch champion Viktor Krum, has now decided that they both were not enough for her. She set her eyes on a rather juicy and higher social status. She managed to convince young Miss Delacour, who is a quarter-veela witch, that the muggle-born is her Chosen.
For you readers who don't know what it means, it is basically to say that Miss Delacour has chosen Hermione Granger to be her mate. Miss Delacour has also told Miss Granger that she sees her as a Goddess, her own goddess and is not willing to share her with anybody.
It has not being made official by the patriarch of the Delacour family, which is one of the most Noble and Ancient Houses of France. For more information on the Delacour House turn to page 12
"I knew that she was not normal. She kept hitting on me last year" stated miss Parkinson, a fourth year Slytherin student.
"One has to concede that she is quite good with potions, so if anyone could make a love potion effective enough to trick a veela, it is the muggle-born" said an anonymous source
Well, this reporter can only hope that the Headmaster digs into this accusations and that Mister Diggory has enough protections against Miss Granger's tricks.
Hate mail continued to arrive for Hermione over the following week, and although she followed Hagrid's and Fleur's advice and stopped opening it, several of her ill-wishers sent Howlers, which exploded at the Gryffindor table and shrieked insults at her for the whole Hall to hear. Even those people who didn't red Witch Wickly knew all about the supposed Harry-Krum-Fleur-Hermione triangle now. Harry was getting sick of telling people that Hermione had never been his girlfriend.
The twins were again always near Hermione when Fleur, Harry and Ron weren't and they even tested some new products on students they knew were sending Hermione some of said mail.
"It'll die down, though" Harry told Hermione "if we just ignore it… People got bored with that stuff she wrote about me last time…"
"I want to know she's listening into private conversations when she's supposed to be banned from the grounds!" said Hermione angrily
Hermione hung back in their next DADA lesson to ask Professor Moody something. The rest of the class was very eager to leave; Moody had given them such a rigorous test of hex-deflection that many of them were nursing small injuries
"Well, Rita's definitely not using an Invisibility Cloak!" Hermione panted five minutes later, catching up with Harry and Ron in the entrance of the Hall. "Moody says he didn't' see her anywhere near the judges' table at the second task, or anywhere near the lake! He also says she wasn't around the Great Hall and I don't think there was anyone with us after that!"
"Hermione, is there a point in telling you to drop this?" said Ron
"No!" said Hermione stubbornly "I want to know how she heard me talking to Viktor. And how she knew what Fleur told me after we left the Great Hall. And how she found out about Hagrid's mum!"
"Easy Mon Ange. You don't want to get angry yet" said Fleur catching the last of the conversation and reaching for Hermione's hand while they all kept walking
"Maybe she had you bugged" said Harry
"Bugged?" asked Ron blankly "What… put fleas on her or something?"
Harry started explaining about hidden microphones and recording equipment. Ron was fascinated, but Hermione interrupted them
"Aren't you ever going to read Hogwarts, A History?"
"What's the point?" said Ron "You know it by heart, we can just ask you"
"All zose substitutes for magic Muggles use; electricity, computers, radars, and all zose zings, zey all go 'aywire around 'Ogwarts, zere's too much magic in ze air." Said Fleur
"So Rita must be using magic to eavesdrop, she must be…" said Hermione "If I could just find out what it is… oooh, if it's illegal, I'll have her…" she said smirking
"Haven't we got enough to worry about?" Ron asked her "Do we have to start a vendetta against Rita Skeeter as well?"
"I'm not asking you to help!" Hermione snapped "I'll do it on my own"
She dropped Fleur's hand and marched up the marble staircase without a backward glance. Harry was quite sure she was going to the library. Fleur tried to follow her but noticed the twins not far behind Hermione so she decided to give her a little space.
"What's the betting she comes back with a box of I hate Rita Skeeter badges?" said Ron
"I do not zink she will" said Fleur
Even when their workload was mounting ever higher in the days before the Easter holidays, Fleur frankly marveled at the fact that Hermione could research magical methods of eavesdropping as well as everything else she had to do. Fleur was working flat out just to get through all her homework.
Ron and Harry were surprised when they realized that Fleur had made a point of sending regular food packages up the cave in the mountain for Snuffles. And wondered why she had decided to help them keep their secret.
Hedwig didn't return until the end of the Easter holidays. Percy's letter was enclosed in a package of Easter Eggs that Mrs. Weasley had sent. Both Harry's and Ron's were the size of dragon eggs and full of homemade toffee. Hermione's however, was smaller than a chicken egg. Her face fell when she saw it.
When Fleur noticed that, she decided to ask her mother to press her father to make an official statement about her Chosen and to make sure to prepare an engagement party to make sure everyone knew that it was real. She had to speak to Hermione about it though, because she had said that she wanted to talk to her parents, the Grangers, about her heritage and about Fleur before deciding what to do next.
"Your mum doesn't read Witch Weekly, by any chance, does she, Ron?" asked Hermione quietly
"Yeah" said Ron, whose mouth was full of toffee. "Gets it for the recipes"
Hermione looked sadly at her tiny egg. Fleur grabbed and squeezed her hand, then leaned into her and softly press her lips on Hermione's in a haste peck.
"I'll ask Yeuxy to make as many eggs and as big as you wish mon Ange" she said
Hermione smiled back. "It's not that, but thank you anyway Fleur" said Hermione kissing Fleur's cheek
"Don't you want to see what Percy's written?" Harry asked them hastily
Percy's letter was short and irritated.
As I am constantly telling the Daily Prophet. Mr. Crouch is
taking a well-deserved break. He is sending in regular owls
with instructions. No, I haven't actually seen him, but I think
I can be trusted to know my own superior's handwriting. I
have quite enough to do at the moment without trying to
quash these ridiculous rumors. Please don't bother me again
unless it's something important. Happy Easter.
After breakfast Fleur dragged Hermione to the Kitchen to speak to Yeuxy who apparently had made something especial for them. They had a brief chat with the house-elf and then left for a walk along the lake.
"Mon Ange" began Fleur "I'm sorry" she said crestfallen
"What about Fleur?" asked Hermione unsure of where this was going
"I wanted them to stop hurting you and I made it worse" said Fleur
"I don't care about what the wizarding world thinks" said Hermione smiling to her girlfriend
"Today didn't look like so" stated Fleur
"I didn't expect Mrs. Weasley to listen to rumors instead of talking straight to me. It hurts because I trusted her. I talked to her before the school year started, about my parents"
"Do you want me to speak to 'er?" asked Fleur
"No my love. No need to. We'll get by" said Hermione reaching again for Fleur's hand
"What about Skeeter?" Asked Fleur looking into her Chosen's eyes "She will continue to dig into you. Do you want me to make an official announcement? I've talked to mozer, we can zrow a ball or somezing"
"The only thing I care about Skeeter is how she gets the information. But because I'm curious and mad by what she did to Hagrid, and a little about me. But Hagrid's my friend and she hurt his feelings"
"She 'urt your feelings too!"
"I have you, and Hagrid does not fully have the one he loves" she said sadly "And about the other matter. What do you want my love? Do you want to do that?"
Fleur smirked again. Hermione had been more open about her feelings for her, and every time she called her, her love, she was thrilled. "I'm guessing you have not had time to open your white day's gift"
"Uh, what does it have to do with this?" asked Hermione confused
"You'll see if you open it" said Fleur still smirking. Hermione let go of her hands and dig into her pocket, she hadn't opened it yet, but she always carried with it.
Hermione took out the box from the blue velvet and opened it, only to gasp at what she saw inside.
"I was going to buy you something at 'ogsmeade, but my mozer said zis was better" said Fleur
"Your mother gave you this for me?" asked Hermione surprised. Fleur nodded.
"May I put it on your neck mon Ange?" asked Fleur, Hermione nodded.
It was a gold pendant, with the crest of the Hrlam veela clan and it was hanging on a chain, a magic gold chain in which each echelon was linked to the other by the Delacour family crest.
"Will you marry me, mon Ange?" whispered Fleur into Hermione's ear
A/N: Okay, hope you had liked this chapter. I'm not totally convinced about it yet, so I might edit it before posting next chapter...
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