Hermione and The Veelas

by ElektraTH

Hermione hated her bad luck. Was wanting a normal year in school so wrong? Of course it is! She now has to deal not with 1 but 2 Veelas and to make it even better 2 Veela sisters. But they were not the only beings making her run for her money. (OCs, Powerful, possessive, jealous magical creatures, Plot - Hell YES, femslash and a lot more })...) Romance/Drama/Humor/Fantasy/Mystery

26. Chapter 26 Halloween Part 2

Like I have said in the previous chapters, I will not abandon this story and will complete it no matter what so no need to worry about that.

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Review response:

Raiken - I am on the line and no Amelie is not one of Hermione's mates. Like I said I do not plan to turn the story into a harem.

Sxth - Like I said, the story evolves around the 3 main girls and that is why they are in the character list. By harem I mean she will not end up being with everyone that has a crush on the girl. The fate and future of the Delacours is still unknown but I am pretty sure that I will get hanged or something much worse if I try to kill off any of the two sisters. Plus I consider Harem where there are 4 or more people involved not 3

Impulse - Gabrielle already knows that Fleur and Hermione had already kissed. (Look back a few chapters) Like I say to most readers you need to pay more attention to things. Everything I write and put in the story has a purpose and reason to be in it, and background.

Impulse (r.2) - No, Gabrielle only knows what Fleur has told her and usually when she asks Hermione, she avoids speaking about it. Gabrielle doesn't know how far Fleur has progressed nor does Fleur. They can only speculate for the moment. Bots sister's time with Hermione usually always happen without the other one present though I'd say Gabrielle has the longer side of the stick.

Read and enjoy! (Big thanks to my Beta Kkerklaan)

Chapter 26

Halloween Part 2

What were you thinking?

This was probably the hundredth time Fleur asked as she stared out of the window from her room. She had a perfect view of the castle in the distance and the lake where the Bulgarians' ship was. It was also the place that had the Veela's full attention or actually, it was the one who was inside at this very moment.

Hermione…

Fleur placed her palms on the glass, feeling its coldness against her skin. She wasn't using it for support. It was more of a restraint not to swim to the ship and barge in. If she did that, it would be because she have lost control and will most likely do something stupid, something that her mate will not like, if she was there on her own free will. Their 'relationship' was fragile as it was. Hermione did say that she was still mad at her and acting on her fears and jealousy may push her mate to really start to hate her, and not wanting to see her, ever. You can say that this thought was the main thing that kept the Veela rooted at the spot where she was now.

Even if she did let her restraints loose she won't be able to get out of her room cause it was locked. And before you laugh that the Veela can't even unlock a door, the spell used on it is created exactly for the sole purpose to keep a magical creature at bay. So the only things in danger at the moment were the furniture.

She had to thank Emilie for wasting her time and looking after her and her little sister. She have lost count to how many times the Siren has pulled out her keensman out of the gutter. Sadly the only thing her friend desires, Fleur cannot give or help obtaining it. That would mean going against the magical creature's law and more importantly, her grandmothers. Some laws might be considered too strict and some punishments too severe but they have done the job for the past 50 years, and saved a lot of lives.

The blonde could only hope that Hermione will have her guard up like when she is around her. From the moment she laid eyes on the quidditch player, Fleur disliked him. It wasn't like her to have a negative opinion about someone she has never even talked to. Witches and wizards constantly tried to find something negative about her kind, and since they usually hit a dead end, they made up lies. And the reasons for them were always one and the same – jealousy or hatred. Fleur absolutely despises people like that and yet here she has done the same with the Bulgarian. And what is worse, she disliked him for the same reason everyone else disliked Veelas.

Every time she spared a glance at him, he had his eyes glued on her mate. She hated the way he was devouring the brunette with his eyes and just the thought of what might be swirling inside his head made her furious. If she wasn't restraining herself with all she had, Fleur was sure she would have ripped his eyeballs with her bare hands. And that stupid smirk he made when Hermione looked at him. Fleur felt robbed every single time when that happened.

And now the Veela felt jealous. Jealous that Hermione had decided to spend her time with that barbarian and not her. The blonde was sure that the Bulgarian only wanted to play with her. And now that Hermione was a champion in the tournament, Krum was just using her for his own benefit. The reputation of their headmaster was well known. Karkaroff would go to any lengths to win and boost up the reputation of his school. And since Victor Krum was his star pupil, he has most likely poisoned the mind of the young athlete.

She could not…would not let her mate being used in such a manner by these people. If they hurt Hermione she would, she would…

"If you press any harder, you're gonna brake the glass."

In that moment Fleur realized she was pressing her hands too hard on the window glass and have already cracked it a bit. She turned towards her bed where her young sister was laying with her eyes closed.

"You are awfully calm about this." Fleur said in their native tongue.

Gabrielle took a deep breath, slightly shifting to a more comfortable position on the bed. "At least I am trying."

Envying the way her little sister was handling the situation, Fleur walked to the bed and laid herself to the side. Like Gabrielle, she closed her eyes, trying to stop her raging thoughts and the headache they were trying to give her.

The next time she opened her eyes, Fleur felt much better. She stretched her legs and looked beside her. Gabrielle was still there, asleep and snuggling on her white shirt. The Veela laid her arm around Gabrielle's waist so it can be more comfortable for both of them.

As her brain was kicking into gear, Fleur wondered why it was so dark in her room. She turned toward the window to see if someone pulled the curtains, seeing that it was actually dark outside. This caused her to turn toward the clock on the wall, over the mirror to see it was passed 7pm.

"Crap!"

She jumped so fast that it caused Gabrielle to steer.

"Gabrielle, get up! We're going to be late!"

The younger witch rolled on her back, yawned and started stretching her limbs to return some feeling into them. "Late for what?"

"For Halloween dummy. We have fallen asleep and overslept." Fleur quickly picked their supposed costumes from the drawer and laid them on the bed. She nudged her sister but by the looks of it, Gabrielle wasn't interested in getting up at all. She grabbed both her sister's hands and helped her in a sitting position, ignoring the sounds of protests.

Leaning on the bed, Fleur grabbed one of the garments and tossed it to the youngest girl's unwilling hands.

"I still don't know why you decided to dress like…that." Fleur wondered as she quickly slipped on her own dress. "You look like mother on one of her business trips."

"Deal with it. It was either this or that horrible pink fairy suit." Gabrielle grumbled, buttoning her white shirt and sitting down on the bed for a moment to slip on the short black skirt.

"There were other garments to choose from."

"Ugh… each one was uglier than the previous ones."

There were many shops that sold costumes and materials for Halloween but since they decided to shop at the last moment there wasn't much to choose from. The best looking ones were already given. Thankfully one of the shopkeepers has seen her sad and frustrated expression. Gabrielle had explained that she was looking for something simpler and when she was offered the business suite, she didn't hesitate to buy it. She was tired of shopping anyway and was able to avoid, dressing like some kind of a clown. If she had only known about Halloween earlier, she would have made her own costume.

Now the young Veela only had to act like her mother, like the times she had seen her do in their house, in front of important guests. Gabrielle didn't think she can be as posing, stern and commanding as her mother but it will be interesting to try to get into character.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes."

"Good, now can you give me a hand with the dress? I can't reach so far behind."

Gabrielle helped her sister with the zipper and started to admire the snowy goon. "It really suits you. I am almost wishing for you to keep it for another, more serious occasion."

"I did not buy it to wear it only once. I am sure I'll have the chance to use it on other occasions." Fleur assured as she started to brush her long hair. "But I feel like something is missing."

"Some long gloves for your arms."

Fleur spared a glance towards her still bandaged left hand. The burning marks were already gone but the skin was still tender to the touch. "That and something else."

Gabrielle shrugged, not finding anything that might be added to the beautiful gown. Her sister will cause enough heart attacks as she is now.

"Well, I think you will look much better with your hair up."

"Oh, you think?" Gabrielle questioned and did as her sister advised. "What do you think?"

Fleur smiled. "I think you are ready to relieve mother of her post in the ministry."

The younger Veela chuckled and shook her head. "Neah, they will eat me alive. I have no idea how mother deals with so many people."

"Lots of patience and practice I am sure."

Fleur brushed her hair, trying to figure out what might be missing but even when she was done nothing came to mind. She put the brush where it belonged and sat on the bed so she can put on the matching heels.

"Fleur..."

"Hmm?"

By not receiving any answer the Veela looked at her little sister, seeing that she was troubled.

"What's wrong?" as she asked, she patted the bed, motioning her sister to sit down.

With no complain Gabrielle did just that. "Fleur, grandmother told me this morning that we must tell Hermione everything."

"I know."

"You do?" the young witch exhaled with relief. It is hard enough for her to think of a way to tell her. It will be hard enough to get her alone. Telling her will be the easy part. The hard one was the way she will react.

"We will, eventually." Fleur reassured.

"But Fleur, she wants us to do her tonight."

"What? No, no. Things like this take time. It will be foolish to drop the bomb on her," said Fleur "just like that."

"I've tried to explain but..." a knock on the door interrupted her.

As both girls turned, their grandmother entered the room and smiled, seeing what they have decided to wear. "I wish I had a camera."

Gabrielle glanced worriedly at her sister who had a serious face. By the looks of it there will be trouble.

"Where is your costume grandmother?" she changed the subject she previously had with her sister, hoping that Fleur would just drop it for now.

"I've been told that wearing one was not necessary. Plus I am too old for this." Élise joked, knowing that if an outsider, someone who didn't know about Veelas would tell she looked to be less than 40.

"Gabrielle, I wish to talk to Élise, alone."

"But..." Gabrielle tried to protest. Whatever they were going to converse about, involved her too.

"Leave us!" Fleur ordered, harsher then she had intended but she really wasn't in the mood to argue with her sister. Her grandmother will be a challenge enough. With her eyes she pleaded the young witch to trust her like she've always done. After a few agonizing long seconds, Gabrielle nodded and left for the party.

"I take it Gabrielle has told you what I've asked of her and asking you to do too."

"Yes and we won't do it, not tonight."

Élise leaned herself on the desk and crossed her arms. "Keeping her in the dark will only make things worse." she said being the perfect picture of calmness. "If neither you nor Gabrielle do it, I will."

"That is not your decision to make." Fleur argued, frowning. Her face showing that she was more worried than angry.

"It is if it involves yours and Gabby's life."

Fleur was seeing this was going nowhere. She could not let her grandmother do what is hers to tell. Hermione had to know that they were made for each other. One cannot live without the other or in her case it was between life and death. The truth will come out but only when things between her and the brunette were more stable, when she was sure her mate will understand and hopefully fall in love with her as much as she had.

Fleur came back to reality when a soft hand was placed on her cheek. She met with the blue eyes of the Delacour matriarch that were the same colours as hers and she saw understanding and unconditional love.

Élise guided the 17 years old to sit on the bed. "She knows at least you're a Veela, yes?"

Fleur only nodded.

"And the thrall, have you told her about that?"

"She already knew about it. Gabrielle shared with me how much she has revealed. Hermione can even see it when I accidentally use it."

Élise's eyebrow rose, the only indication of surprise. Veelas could easily see theirs and the thralls of others of their kind. It was like a genetic marker with different colour and level of strength. Many thought and still think that the full blooded Veelas are the strongest and so are their abilities but that was not true. Her granddaughters are a living proof. It was true that they could not fully transform but that was the only set back. Strength, speed, agility, vision, hearing, everything was working on max and not to mention their strongest gift and as most Veelas say - curse. Even now Fleur unconsciously was releasing some of it, though the main reason was the Gryffindor.

Other magical creatures were hard to be affected. They could be if the Veelas desired it too. While wizards, witches and muggles fail so easily. Most don't even realize before it is too late, even if they know what they can do.

Even if she was impressed of the girl's will power it did not ease her worry. Ever since the first task and the unexplainable way the brunette felt with her task. There were murmurs and whispers about it, Élise easily overheard that it was most likely some spell she had read in the library. Hermione and one of the nicknames she was given which was 'bookworm' told people who didn't know her that she liked to study and read.

Élise had also eavesdropped on her friends when she was in the hospital to see if they knew something about it but they seemed to be clueless just like the rest. She only found out that the red head boy thought whatever his friend did was 'bloody brilliant'.

Her granddaughters also did not know anything. That is why she had send a message to her daughter and mate to find out anything there is about her personal life. She did not tell Fleur or Gabrielle, knowing that both girls will protest. If she was in their shoes, she would do the same. But the old Veela hadn't won battles by blindly heading into them.

"Grandmother, I know you are only looking out for us." Fleur said with a smile, placing her hands on top of the other Veela. "When I was little, I always asked you or father for advice."

"Yes, you were always looking for a way to please us, unlike Gabrielle who did the deed that usually ended with part of the house being destroyed and her ending up hurt." Élise replied, remembering with fondness some of the many adventures of the 2 young Veelas.

"And one day when I came to you to ask about how to best fix or proceed with a certain problem, do you remember what you told me?"

"That sometimes you had to risk it without fear that we might disapprove. I didn't want to be accused that I've been keeping you on a tight leash."

Both women laughed and Fleur to her grandmother's touch when she started gliding her fingers through her flawless blonde hair.

"That, and that one day you and father will not always be with us. In life there will be choices that only I will need to make."

"I wish it was that easy. I hoped that at least in your love life you won't have any problems. But the choices you make will not only affect you, but Gabrielle too... and miss Granger."

Fleur nodded, knowing that already. "That is why you need to let me and Gabby deal with it. It is delicate enough as it is. Trust us that we know what is best... please?"

Élise studied the unwavering blue eyes, showing her that her granddaughter was ready to live with the consequences of the decisions she will make.

She closed her eyes just for a moment. "Okay, I will not interfere." and just as those words were out of her mouth, she was engulfed in a tight embrace of gratitude, feeling the tension of the young witch's shoulders disappear. For now.

That last statement was not voiced. She will do as Fleur wishes but will keep a close eye if things escalate. She will offer what she can when times call for it. When Hermione finds out about her connection with Fleur and Gabrielle, Élise was sure the girl would have many questions. Some of which only she knew the answer to.

"We better get going. We are late as it is."

Fleur agreed and made a quick inspection on her heels before getting back to her feet.

"I am surprised you've dressed yourself as an ice queen. I thought you hated being called that."

"I do but I actually like the dress. Would have been a sin to just let it catch dust back at the store."

Élise stood behind the Veela and touched the long hair, murmuring a spell.

"What are you doing?" and as her head turned, she saw snowflakes falling from her hair and disappearing when they touched the ground.

"Now you are like a real ice queen. The charm will disappear on itself in a few hours."

Fleur was grateful cause now she didn't have the sense she was missing something.

And as both women made one last inspection to make sure everything was in order they both departed.

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"You've got to be kidding me." Hermione complained and glared at the other two that were in her room.

"Don't be mad, it was just a precaution to prevent you from trying to escape." Ginny tried to sound apologetic even though both knew she was not.

"Tying me to a chair?" and yet again the chocolate haired witch tested the bounds on her hands and legs. "It would have been easier to just use a paralysing spell."

Both Ginny and Kaia ignored her continued rambling, getting ready for the night themselves. At this moment she really hated magic. Though it did spare her from being undressed and put in her supposed costume, she could have at least made it hard for both of them to do so. Just with a flicker of a wand her uniform was replaced with...

"What is this suppose to be again?" Hermione asked, looking with distaste at the cloths she was wearing.

"A school uniform." Ginny simply stated as she finished with herself.

"No self-respecting school will allow their female students to wear such thin shirts and short skirts." Hermione argued.

And she wasn't kidding. The skirt was so short that it barely covered her behind. Not to mention she had to constantly keep her legs together so no one can see her panties. Not that she was leaving much to the imagination.

"I've expected better from you Ginevra. To dress me from a student to a student doesn't scream originality." Hermione began to regret the words the moment they left her mouth. She wasn't exactly in a good position to mock.

"You might be right. It does look too simple, doesn't it?" she asked, facing Kaia with a smug grin. The Asian girl understood and tossed the red head's wand.

"No, don't you dare!" Hermione threatened as the said wand was pointed at her.

The intelligent witch closed her eyes when she saw the light shooting from the object. She opened them when nothing happened or she just didn't feel anything different. Since there wasn't much to do in her position, she continued to glare at both girls that were standing in front of her and staring at her hair.

"Did it work?" Kaia questioned, inspecting her friends' work.

"Only one way to find out." the red head answered, reaching for the top of Hermione's head and pulled.

"Ah, stop that! It hurts!" Hermione grumbled and pulled her head backwards as much as she could, and away from the hand.

Ginny grinned and gave a thumbs up.

Not understanding what was happening, the intelligent witch turned towards the only mirror in their room. She almost fell from the Stoll she was securely tied to when she saw the big cat like ears on her head. It was like second year all over again.

"What have you done to me?!" Hermione shouted in anger, trying to free herself from the bonds yet again and use Ginny scythe to kill her. She was supposedly dressed as death with a long black robe, with a hood, chains decorated with shining tiny skulls that moved. The said chain connected the weapon and the garment.

"I've gone original of course." Ginny simply stated, curious to touch the fluffy tail that has appeared too without Hermione's knowledge.

"I wouldn't call it original when someone else came with the idea first." Kaia corrected, her hands also itching to touch the fluffy tail to see if it really was soft as it looked. It did compliment the intelligent girl's hair - It was wild. It was somehow surprising that something like this suited her and the expression she had really made her look like a wild cat. It was…

"Oh, how cute." The red head said out loud as if reading her friend's thoughts.

Hermione's face shifted to one of confusion and question with a lingering anger on the side causing one of her cat ears to perk upwards.

"As much as I want to leave you drawn yourself in your accomplishment, we are getting late." and with that the Asian slipped the mask on and the enchant to trigger. The black started to disappear, leaving the white to shine, making her look like a real walking skeleton. Even when she talked the supposed skull jaw moved.

"That would be the tricky part." Ginny huffed and used the fake weapon as support of her weight, trying to find a way to safely escort the bind-glaring witch without risking their health in the process. Only a complete moron will underestimate Hermione and her creativeness. The swing of her tail was an indicator enough that the intelligent witch already has numerous ideas of how to get her revenge and was just waiting for an opening, a slight slip. And Ginny Weasley will make sure her older friend will get none. Not tonight.

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What idiocy! Émilie thought as she observed the Halloween party from her corner of the hall. It looked like any other party that she has been to, only that in this one the room was decorated with things that were considered scary and so did the people. At first it was amusing to see what type of costume students have made or bought. It was even more interesting if the said student had added magic to apply more realism but not many succeeded in that department.

Her curiousness was quickly sated and now she was bored, rolling her eyes here and there at the stupid way people danced to the music. Others talked animatedly to the sides where the tables were, complimenting each other for their choice of attire and trying to add something to their image. Third killed their boredom while annoying others or scare them if their enchanted costume allowed them like the two idiots at the front gates.

And the smart ones, like herself just stayed to the side, eating candy without bothering to even wear something appropriate. Émilie looked down at her casual attire and shrugged. Even if she did bother to dress in something, she wouldn't exactly be able to go there and mingle. It will be an awkward conversation if it can even be called that. Others will talk while she stood there like a muted statue.

Many of the males of this school have approached her when she was away from her group. They all asked her questions to whom she all answered with silence and a slight tilt of the head. The last thing she wanted was underdeveloped hormonal boys to follow her like dogs because they were too weak to resist the sound of her voice. Thankfully these unwanted approaches stopped when the rumour that she didn't know English spread.

There were some that weren't discouraged by such rumours – of course. She had to give those stubborn guys some credit. Just for the sake of speaking to her they have tried to learn some French. It was funny to watch them struggle to pronounce the words they have learned and use them in a complete disorder, making it hard for her to understand. At moments like this she have tried hard to not snort not only to make a sound but also to not show on her face she was amused. In past experiences she knew that this will only encourage them. The siren just left them there alone, struggling without saying anything. At moments like this she was considered even colder then Fleur. At least the blond Veela had the decency to reject them with words and a cold glare.

And that is how another rumour that she was mute spread. Émilie had no idea how they came up with that one. When in the presence of her schoolmates she did converse with them in the great hall, during meals or class. If she had to guess, someone was trying to defend his wounded pride not to look bad in front of his friends and spread this lie.

No matter, it didn't bother her and it did permanently stop the boys of this school to pester her. It allowed her this privacy even during this party. But just to be on the save side she picked a secluded far away spot of the hall. Coming early also helped her to take the best spot and help herself on the free candy that now was splayed on the table in front of her.

There were so many varieties from which to choose from. It took her a while to even separate from the ones she knows, the one that look good and the ones she didn't want.

Yet again a ghost like creature made specifically to roam this room tonight tried to scare her but was only met with the unamused face of the siren as she popped a bonbon in her mouth. The floating being that has been trying the whole night to elicit any kind of emotion from her, looked frustrated and ready to curse her if it could talk. It only made some angry noise as it floated away, hopefully leaving her for the rest of the night.

Just as Émilie was getting her hopes up, she caught something with the corner of her eye. On the edge of the table, opposite from where she was sitting was another creature. It looked like a cat though smaller with really big ears and a fluffy tail as big as its body. A baby fox maybe? It was hanging on its front paws, nails driven on the cover to prevent it from falling. It seemed it was trying to be sneaky because only its big eyes and ears were visible as it stared at all the candy.

Émilie laid her head on her fisted right hand and waited to see what it will do. Nothing happened for a long time so she just pushed a lollypop closer to the cat like creature by the handle. It tried to reach with its small paw to snatch it but just as its nails dug on the object, the siren pulled, forcing the small animal to climb fully on the table. She was expecting for it to bolt but it seemed to be more interested in all the sweets below it.

Deciding that the multi-coloured lollypop was most to its liking, it lay on its stomach and start to munch it. For the first time that night Émilie smiled at the cute fur ball and was surprised when she was able to pet it behind the ear and it didn't seem for the animal to be bothered. Whoever made all this had really put a lot of thought and effort into making it.

Loud huffs were heard and someone sprawled like a sack of potatoes on the chair beside her. Émilie turned to see her lover as the girl laid half her body on the table, spreading her limbs tiredly.

Émilie would have continued what she was doing if it wasn't for the state the dark haired witch was in. The wrinkled cloths would not have been something new because at the end of the day she always ended up like that. What made her wonder is that her lover's choice of clothing for today had ripped holes in them. Even the jeans were not saved. The siren was sure she didn't want to know what had happened and almost certain that the Veela has caused it so she joked.

"Well, interesting choice for tonight. Let me guess, you are the garbage man."

Amélie gave her a sad glare and jumped on her seat complaining. "You would not believe what happened to me."

"I am sure I won't. Spare me and keep it to yourself."

But the Veela went as if the black haired witch hasn't said anything. "I was minding my own business, you see and then this giant UGLY ghost thing starts chasing me. It has been doing it the whole day, did this to my cloth and to top it off, it stole all my candy! (T.T) It took me a while to get those candy."

The siren waited for the other girl to unwind, while eating some chocolate and when finally the other party shut up she asked. "Did you give it some of the candy?"

Amélie frowned. "No, why would I do that?"

Of course…Émilie pinched the bridge of her nose, trying not to get frustrated. "If you would have given it some willingly, it would have left you alone or allow you to slip away."

The Veela blinked a few times, processing what was said to her. "How the hell was I suppose to know that?"

"Dumbledore mentioned it during dinner last night." continuing to pet the small beast, finding it more pleasing to look at then her 'Garbage woman'.

"You know I don't listen to things like that." Amélie whined and glared at the thing on the table that was getting all the attention. The chair made a screeching noise as she got it closer to her lover, trying to look more hurt then she really was. "You could have warned me."

"Like you I did not find that important."

A pout appeared on Amélie's face for being ignored. But it soon disappeared replaced by a smirk. "Well I know something that is very important and must be done, immediately."

Émilie felt soft lips on her cheek. She tilted her head to the side to avoid any more contact but that only caused her lover's ministration to go lower to her jaw and throat. Trying hard not to give in or swallow the small lump that has somehow appeared in her throat and show that what was done was affecting her, she said. "Only you would find something as this important."

"Mmm…I am sure you will find out how much soon enough." Amélie's left hand rested on a thigh and started to massage it. Like always the siren was not giving in easily. She was the only one she knows who can resist her charms for a long time. Some time passed but still her black haired lover was holding herself firm, fearfully glancing around them. Amélie was getting bored to be the only one playing so she used the hand that was on the thigh to turn Émilie's head and kiss her for real. Expecting to meet something soft she felt something sticky.

Opening her eyes, the Veela saw the small round yellow ball of a lollipop touching her lips and Émilie holding the handle to prevent her from continuing. Yet another smirk appeared at the futile attempt and she opened her mouth, taking the candy in her mouth.

Émilie was regretting her choice of weapon for defence against this sexual predator. It made her want to just let go and accommodate the person she love's desire. "Not here." the siren could only whisper, not trusting her voice not to quiver if it was any louder.

"Yum…lemon." Amélie said in delight as she freed her mouth from the treat. "We can always go under the table."

The black haired witch shook her head and looked at the Cheshire grin she was given. "No we won't."

"I don't see why not. We have already done it in the castle's kitchen."

"That was utterly embarrassing and it's completely different. There are students here…and teachers."

Amélie chuckled and slowly licked the yellow 'obstacle' with the tip of her tongue. "Good, I have always wanted to do something naughty under their big noses."

"I think you only want to do this so you can anger even more the headmistress." Émilie shook her head disbelievingly.

"Now that you mention it, we must do it." And with that the Veela pounced and fully straddled her lover, attacking her with kisses.

The other witch tried to fight her off but her laughter turn it more into a game. This really was getting embarrassing and in front of so many people. If people paid them any attention her reputation will be ruined. She will have to deal again with the hormonal children from this school and this time she might not be so lucky to get rid of them. They can fool around as much as Amélie wanted later.

"Okay, okay…Enough." Émilie tried to free herself yet again. "Stop…" but her protest was silenced when her mouth was finally captured and only a sigh escaped. She let it last a few seconds, without letting it go any deeper and pushed her lover by the shoulders. "Happy now?"

"Not really."

"No!" another push. "Behave yourself or you won't get any till the start of the New Year."

Amélie made another strange whining noise and her shoulders slumped. She extracted herself back on her seat and laid her head on the siren's lap, crossing her fingers with a pout. To top it off, the Veela stole her yellow lollipop.

Émilie rubbed her eyes and observed the crowd. Thankfully no one had spared them any mind, busy with their own business. The small cat like creature was also still on its place, struggling with the big multi-coloured candy. She resumed touching it, finding some strange comfort in doing so. Maybe ask what spell was used to make them.

"Émilie, you are paying too much attention to that little monster." grumbled the witch in her lap a little jealous, not that she will admit it. "I wanna be petted too."

The siren looked bemused. "How old are you?"

"Aguuu guu… me want affection."

"And like that I regret for asking."

"So, do I get a petting?"

"No."

Amélie returned to trying to chew her sweet and turned her head to the side as if angry. "Fine, then I'll ask some of my fans to do it. They would gladly oblige."

Émilie looked down confused. "What fans? You don't have any fans."

"Yes I do." Her lover argued. "Plenty in fact… somewhere! And they all like me unlike you, you big meany."

The sitting witch rolled her eyes. "Only a nutcase will ever like you."

The Veela grinned and rose as best she could, pulling her friend by the cloth. "Maybe, but at least you are my nutcase… you and my fans."

Just as they were about to kiss a second time for the night, Amélie averted her head, looking serious at the hall. The siren could only look surprised because this was the first time something like this happened. "Wha…?

"Something's wrong!"

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Oh, how Hermione wanted the ground to swallow her at the moment. She was at the Halloween party. Somehow the two 3rd years have been able to drag her without any harm to befoul them. Well, it's not like it was hard to figure it out in the first place. She really hated magic at the moment.

The brunette thought last year was embarrassing but she was wrong. This year was worse. Not only that she had provoking cloths on but she was also the centre of attention because of the tournament. She squeezed the fluffy tale in her hands to keep it from swinging and lift her skirt. She had no idea how to control it to stay down. Her fake ears were the same. Now that she knew they were on top of her head, Hermione could feel them shifting with each mood swing.

She wanted to leave, badly. Maybe she was paranoid but for some reason, she had the feeling that everyone was staring at her, judging. Hermione had no idea how Harry ignored all this. Well, 4 years must have been good practice but she didn't have the luxury of time to get used to it. If she could only sneak outside, go back to her room and lock it till this ordeal is over. But that won't be easy. Firstly, Ginny was constantly near her and spying like a hawk. Secondly, her brothers. Yes, the two idiots body guarding the door, dressed from top to toe in black material that somehow vanished and making them blend with the environment (Like a chameleon). They were doing their usual nonsense, scaring people and pranking them with some new invention. They were always looking for some willing subjects but since everyone knew them, everyone refused. So they had to resort to sneaking and now was a perfect chance. The twins knew better then to try and prank her but Ginny did tell her she had offered them something and it must have been something they really wanted for them to risk angering her. The red heads were at that spot more to stop her from leaving and just killing time while doing their real job.

Hermione's gaze went to the youngest Weasley and yet again caught her staring at her. The girl didn't seem to lower her defences even once, prolonging her torcher.

The worse of it all was when others approached her. They were trying to be polite and compliment her but her nervousness made her say something stupid and make excuses for them to leave her. It was impressive with how many her brain can come up with when feeling pressured. She haven't uttered so many lies her whole life.

"You're having the time of your life Hermione." someone spoke as she lied to yet another boy from her school. As the said boy was out of ear shot, she turned, ready with yet another excuse and jumped when she met something ugly and rotten. It took her a while to even recognize who it was, thanks to the black hair.

"Gosh, you frightened me Harry." the brunette said with a hand to her heart.

"More like discussing then scary." Ron rephrased and appeared behind his best friend. "Can't even eat or drink anything while I have to look at him."

"Well I would say you have done a splendid job on the zombie costume Harry." Hermione assured the boy who lived because Ron she was sure didn't.

"Thanks, it did take me some time to find out how to make the flesh, bones and some organs to appear more realistic."

"Ugh…" Ron pretended that he was going to hurl as he distanced himself from his best friend and leaned on the other side of Hermione. "I don't even know what a zombie is."

"I've told you already, five times in fact!" Harry said frustrated and pour himself a drink and another one that he handed to the girl. Well, the hand that wasn't holding her tale.

"And again, that makes no sense. Dead people don't walk. Dead is…dead." Ron argued.

Seeing that her zombie friend was getting annoyed, Hermione tried to explain in terms that the read head might understand. "Well, it's like a dead man who is being controlled like a puppet with magic nut instead of being used by another human their own instincts."

"To do what?"

"Eat brains."

"And guts, sometimes." added Harry.

Ron shook his head and grimaced. "Muggles think of the strangest things. So, what are you suppose to be 'Mione?"

"A cat person." mumbled the witch, crossing her hands and glaring at the red head. She would have given the same treatment to her Asian friend too but she had disappeared from her radar.

"I thought you were done with anything cat related." chuckled Harry

"Who cares, it looks very nice." Ron butted in, roaming the already flushed brunette's body. As his eyes caught the hazel eyes of a really pissed off witch, he averted his gaze before being burned. "Talking about done with anything that cat of yours really must go."

"I am not arguing again with you about my familiar." Hermione grumbled and turned to the table to refill her now empty cup. "Only you always seem to have a problem with Crookshanks. It is just a cat Ronald. It does what cats do."

"It's a little monster that has it in for me since the moment you got it. And I am sure I am not the only one that bloody cat has made life miserable. Right Harry?" Ron looked at his best mate for some sort of back up because he was never able to outdo the intelligent witch by himself.

Harry could only give him an accusing look for trying to get him involved in a conversation he sooo not wanted to be a part of. Hermione did have the talent to talk about any subject but there were still some that should be avoided. Anyone who knows Hermione, knew better then to piss off the golden girl. And it was a party for Pete's sake, couldn't they just relax and stop finding things to argue about. Thankfully Hermione was on the same pace of mind as him and decided to keep silent, returning her gaze to the people around the hall.

"Urgh… this stupid scarecrow costume, it makes me itch everywhere." Ron complained, frustrated that he can't reach some places to scratch. "Hermione, give me a hand." And the boy turned, allowing the brunette access to those places.

"Told ya you should try it out when you bought it." Harry teased.

Hermione followed Ron's instructions as she rubbed the clothed back and where he was supposedly feeling discomfort. "It was the attendant's job to tell me how uncomfortable this thing would be. I regret giving so much money for these rags that I won't wear after tonight." the red head shrugged his shoulder a few times in hopes it will help but it didn't do much difference. "Hermione anything in that head of yours to help me out?"

Automatically the 4th year's brain started giving her probable solutions from which to choose from. One of them was the most effective and she was about to voice it but her thought of the past month came in a flash, stopped her. She remembered what an asshole he was, thinking they have gone behind his back with the tournament. But out of this ordeal Harry was the most hurt since Ron still talked to her. But still he deserved a punishment even if they have forgiven him.

"Not that I know of, sorry Ron." lied Hermione and patted him on the back for comfort. This was more for Harry then her.

The itchy boy made a long whiny noise which almost made Hermione feel guilty –almost. Harry grinned and used Hermione's shoulder as leverage, slightly jumping so he could reach and knocking the ridiculous looking hat off Ron's head, messing his hair. "Suck it up you giant cry baby."

"Ah, bastard!" Ron grumbled, trying to catch his hat but failing because it took him too long to switch from scratching to catching mode, causing him to hit his left hand on the edge of the table. "Oh, son of a bitch!"

Hermione and Harry laughed as he was jumping like an idiot, shaking his hand and rubbing it. That caused him to step on the hat made of straws, completely ruining it.

He picked it up, saddened by the fate it has befallen on it and turned his accusing gaze at his giggling friends. "This means war."

With that Ron tried to hit Harry with the hat and challenge him but failed as Harry used the only girl in there group as shield. They circled around the still chuckling girl, one looking for an opening, the other, protection.

"You can't stay behind her forever!" Ron said with conviction.

"We'll see." Harry replied smugly, his hands still on the girl, using her as if she was a stirring wheel to guide her with him.

"Hey Guys!"

The three teenagers stopped their fooling and turned to look at the intruder.

"What's up Kaia?" Harry asked, eyes still shining with delight and his now good mood.

The same could not be said for Hermione though as she hardened her gaze, satisfied to see that it was making the younger witch nerves and tense.

"You've got to join us, come on!" and the Asian quickly turned and ran toward the group of Gryffindors that were gathering more of fright now that the brunette was unrestrained.

"Join what?" Ron questioned but the girl was already too far. "Hey, wait up!" he shouted over the loud music and voices, and bounced after her, forgetting about the previous game.

Curious, Harry freed Hermione and also followed after the red head but stopped when he didn't hear or feel his other friend's presence.

The boy who lived turned his green gaze questioningly. "Coming?"

"Later." Hermione smiled reassuringly. "Go, they won't wait for you."

Harry nodded with a 'don't be long' and rushed toward the excited 'lion cubs'.

Hermione wanted to join, more out of curiosity then to play whatever ridiculous game her classmates have come up with. And all because of these damn cloths. She couldn't wait to just get out of and burn them. She was dying out of embarrassment as it was. She had avoided flashing any unnecessary skin to others and planned to keep it that way. But just because this wasn't her day did not mean she had to ruin it for others. Her friends deserved to have some fun. It was rare for their group anyway.

Trying to get to her previous position, leaning her lower back on the table because sitting was so out of the question.

"Oh, are you lost little kitty?" Hermione jumped as two arms circled around her lower waste, placing her between someone's legs. The sudden startle caused the brunette to drop the cup that was in her hands but thankfully it was already empty. "You almost made a mess. Bad girl."

With a hand to her chest, Hermione took a calming breath when realizing it was only Gabrielle.

"Gabby, you scared the nine lifes out of me."

The blonde laughed by the funny comment and hugged her mate even tighter to her chest, nestling her face on the crook of her neck. It has been too long. A whole day in fact and the rapidly beating heart of the Veela was slowly calming down, finding peace and serenity. "I'm sorry."

"You better be." Hermione warned and tried to fight off a blush. Even in the presence of so many people, Gabrielle wasn't afraid to show her affection. But unlike before, now at this moment it didn't seem like her newest friend planned on letting her go any time soon. "You are awfully clingy today."

Gabrielle slightly smiled, knowing that Hermione could feel it on her neck and replied. "I can't 'elp it, you look so cute and huggable." she said in a squally fan like voice, handling the impossible red brunette like a teddy bear. "I wish to take you home with me." And thoroughly ravish you.

"Well you can't." Hermione ordered and struggled to turn around and look at her probably pouty face. But the hold was unrelenting, prolonging. "Gabrielle, come on, I want to see you too."

The blonde obliged, turning her mate around and returning back to the hugging, happy that she was not trying to escape the embrace. No one cared what they were doing anyway with whatever was happening back there.

Hermione had no idea what was going on in Gabrielle's head at the moment. To be honest, she didn't know what she was doing herself. She had been acting so out of character this year -hormones maybe? Can she even blame those? Hermione always went head first into things so she refused to believe that some stupid body and emotional changes would dictate her life. She was not like the other girls, desperate for things they don't even need.

Her thoughts were interrupted and she yelped by some strange sensation, her brain can't fathom yet. Hermione pulled backwards to see that Gabrielle now also was holding her tail with a hand and stroking it.

"Intéressant."

Hermione pulled it away and let her tail rest behind her back so it won't be touched. "Don't do that."

"I wasn't expecting for you to feel anything but guess I was wrong." Gabrielle smiled innocently and reached with the now free hand to try the ears too.

The brunette was finally able to wiggle out of the blonde's grasp and step back to avoid another touch to her fake new parts.

"Sorry." the Veela apologized. "Does it hurt?"

Hermione shook her head. "No, unless you pull too hard."

Now that she was away from the huggable French teddy bear, she could see her choice of wear for the night. It was certainly not something you would expect for a 14 years old to wear. But somehow Gabrielle made it look good on her. It was also the first time Hermione saw the blonde having her hair in a bun. Gabrielle sure filled the business woman role quite well.

"You look, professional." Hermione tried to complement.

"I do, don't I?" Gabrielle said and jumped to her feet, straightening up and fixing up her business coat. She copied one of many postures her mother made when dealing with ministry business. She hoped, she even pulled the facial expression right.

"You would sure fool me if I didn't know you." Hermione nodded excitedly.

"Do I not look like some filthy rich person Mademoiselle Granger?" Gabriele hoped the fake snobbish British accent was successful enough. Hearing a rich laugh coming from her mate made her realize she did not care as long as it made her smile like that all the time. The quarter Veela was ready to embarrass herself in front of everyone if it made Hermione happy.

"I sure won't be able to afford you." joked Hermione as her laughter started to subside, allowing her to speak.

"'ermione, for you I am always free."

"Now you are teasing me again." Hermione accused.

The Veela shook her head, taking her mate's hands in her own, ready to tell her that what she said was not a lie, that her whole being belonged to her. It did from the moment she laid eyes on her. Hermione could ask anything of her and she would do everything in her abilities to grand her desires. Like never before she somehow was mustering the courage to tell her how she felt. It was a good opportunity and there was a nice setting. She was ready to face whatever decision Hermione made. Even if she gets rejected tonight, she will try again and again till she proves her worth and her love for her mate.

Gabrielle took a deep breath to stop this unpleasant feeling in her stomach as if she was ready to throw her insides out. Sadly it did not make much difference so she tried a few more times. It did subside more after every taken breath. The blonde felt her hands being squeezed and she glanced at the hazel eyes she is so in love with, looking worried. She probably looked like someone deprived of oxygen from Hermione's point of view.

The greyish-blue eyes followed the vigorously swaying fluffy tail behind her mate's back. Damn it, stop getting yourself distracted! The Veela grounded herself and concentrated onto those bewitching eyes that gave her the courage to do anything.

A sultry whistle sounded behind Hermione causing the witch to break eye contact and look behind to the one who made the noise. Instead her view was blocked by her constantly moving appendage causing her to look downwards. Her worst fear for tonight has happened. The tail has caused the short enough skirt to lift impossibly high, exposing her undies for the whole world to see. Yet again Hermione grabbed the said tail in her hands and looked at the ground too ashamed to face anyone.

Gabrielle on the other hand was itching to jump the bastard that has caused this. She was ready to set him aflame and watch him suffer. The beast wanted retribution but the mind won over, telling it that Hermione needed her more. But in a dark corner of her mind she promised this won't stand unpunished.

"'ermione?" Gabrielle tried to make her mate to look at her but it was obvious she was too ashamed to even dare a glance. Many things wanted to come out of the Veela's mouth, all assurances that the smaller witch had nothing to be ashamed off. Nothing Hermione did would ever make her think any less of her. Hell, she would even join her if it will make her feel better. But something told her that words are not enough at the moment. So she acted.

Gabrielle removed her coat and tied it around her mate's waste, completely surprising her. She pulled the sleeves on opposite sides to check if it was fastened well enough around Hermione's stomach and nodded when everything seemed secure. Greyish-blue eyes met hazel yet again for the night. One pair was trying to say something that its owner could not yet convert into words while the other soothed and assured that it was no problem.

The quarter Veela smiled lovingly, placing her right palm on a soft cheek, hoping that it will lift her spirit up again. Her eyes gone wide when instead of a thank you, Hermione's arms circled around her slim waste and her head buried itself on the right side of her neck. Instead of using her voice, the brunette conveyed her gratitude through touch, through this embrace.

The Veela inside Gabrielle slapped her hard mentally, telling her to stop standing like a freaking statue. So she did and circled her own arms around the slightly smaller girl's shoulders. This is officially her best day ever. She wished she had a diary and write down endless pages of what she felt. Happily she was drowning in her emotions and the embrace.

Gabrielle did not know how much time had passed and she did not care. The world was dead to her at this moment and she had no intention in returning to it. The intelligent witch was also on the same page and when one hugged tight the other did it tighter. The blonde looked down at the coat that was now covering the insanely short skirt and preventing from the appendage to lift up. It did not stop it from wiggling around though which made her smile. She had been observing Hermione from the moment she has been dragged by Ginny and her friend into the hall. It did not escape her that with each mood swing her ears and tail would also react. When an unpleasant sound was made on the background the ears shot straight up and forward, when calm they were turned to the side and when angry or frustrated they would flop backwards. It was also obvious that this whole ordeal was forced on her mate because she had been rigid and nerves, standing like one of many suits of armour around the castle in one place, constantly pulling the skirt down and holding the tail.

The quarter Veela had sneaked like a criminal behind the brunette but before she could engage her two childhood friends popped out and she was forced to wait and observe their interaction. It warmed her heart that they were back together as they were before. Don't get her wrong, she was still jealous of their ability to so easily be in her good graces and make her laugh. But if they made her happy and produce such lovely sounds during laughter, she was ready to swallow down anything that made her who she was.

"Gabby I need your help!" an unpleasant yell through the music was heard and Gabrielle could only grumble, not ready to let this go yet. She squeezed tighter, hoping that whoever was bothering them would see they were busy and so not interested. But the hint was not taken as she felt the tugging of a sleeve on her button up white shirt.

Please vanish and leave me be with my mate. Her brain pleaded. Sadly it was all over when Hermione decided to pull away and avert her attention. Both girls could only glare at the youngest Weasley, both for entirely different reasons.

"With what?" Gabrielle reluctantly asked, wanting to reach out and take her mate's hand in her own.

"You'll see, I need your…expertise." Ginny lied, her mind thinking of things to occupy the Veela with as she bought time for Neville to finally confess to his crush. Speaking of the devil, the shy boy appeared, not too far behind of the red head.

Gabrielle caved in thinking that the sooner this ends the faster she can return to those sweet limbs. "Okay, we are coming."

"No-no, Hermione can wait for us, we won't be long." Ginny assured and pulled Gabrielle by the wrist.

"But…" the blonde complained, turning towards Hermione with saddened eyes, hoping that there will be a way for her to stay.

"Don't worry! Neville will keep her company while we are gone. No one will steal her away."

That is what I am afraid of.

Hermione felt her chest tighten not knowing why Gabrielle looked so desperate. What she knows is that she didn't like to see that expression on her face because it caused a painful ache in her heart. This pain easily overpowered her desire to strangle Ginny for what she has done to her. This was silly, it's not like Gabrielle was going away forever or anything so experiencing this made completely no sense.

"Are you okay Hermione?" Neville asked concerned seeing the pain in her expression and eyes.

"No." Hermione admitted. "I need some air but I can't go through the doors because of the twins."

Neville nodded, seeing that Ginny had really taken care of everything for him to get this chance. It has been some time since that have been able to be alone so he needed to take this moment as a blessing and be thankful. But for the moment Hermione did look pale as if getting sick and really needed some fresh air. So he looked around and grabbed her hand to guide her. "No need to use the main doors. Come with me."

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This is officially my worst day ever.

Fleur ran a hand through her flawless hair in frustration, feeling the coming of a migraine. Its appearance had many reasons. One was fairly obvious – Hermione Granger. She was still trying to pick the pieces of her jaw and teeth from the floor when she laid eyes on the lioness. Fuck her heritage, she loved cats. Not Hermione's familiar of course but the little beast's owner. Wicked little angel coming down from the heavens to torment her. Why did her mate have to choose something so provocative? Something that begged her to throw all caution to the wind and have her own wicked ways fulfilled. She has been gripping the edge of the table she was leaning on for dear life.

Second was all the attention Hermione was receiving. People that have never paid attention to her now suddenly all wanted to be with her and 'talk'. And they did, one after another they tried to win her over, making Fleur's blood boil even more. The desire to turn each and everyone in this room to ice sculptures very tempting. But yet again she fought a fierce battle with her nature and prevailing. To ease the constant pain she used her thrall to avert the men's attention to her so they would leave what belong to her alone.

And there came her third problem. Now they were pestering her and it was really hard to get rid of them. But it was a small price to pay. Did she overdo it with the thrall? Fleur wouldn't be surprised, she wasn't exactly in her right mind to make an accurate decision. And the constant bickering of the males around her was also not helping. But what annoyed her was that they were so many, that they blocked her view of Hermione.

Frustrated she turned her back on them, desiring a strong drink. And like everything today Fleur was denied even that when she was met with variety of juices, none of which were alcoholic. She really needed something strong to burn down her throat. Also curiosity over the rumour that it helps you forget all your troubles.

Frowning with realization that she has left her wand drowned on her, preventing her from what she was planning. Fleur turned to the men who were still in a dick sizing competition with words and ordered every single one to cast a spell for her and transform the drinks. As the quarter Veela suspected they turned it into a challenge and when successful in their task they offered it to her. Just to be safe side because she didn't know how good any of them are with their magic, she beckoned them to have the first taste.

She sampled all of them and decided on the strongest even though the taste was not to her liking. Now that she has the desired beverage to drawn her pitiful day in, Fleur ordered them to leave her alone but yet again they did not budge. So easily they comply with things but for some reason when asked to leave there bodies struggled to not do that. Stupid and really annoying. Sadly she will have to resort to using her thrall in the end. It was dangerous to feed them with too much of it but they left her no choice and it will render them completely defenceless.

Fleur pinched the bridge of her nose, feeling a bit tipsy. Shit, maybe she had too much. So much that the blonde had the desire to punch the lights out of the people surrounding her. Fleur knew it was wrong and that it will get her in trouble with all the teachers and her Headmistress present but the alcohol in her system told her she didn't care much about it. Thankfully that did not happen because she was starting to feel suffocated.

I really need some air.

With that thought in mind, Fleur tried as gracefully as possible in her current state to walk away. Seeing that she was being followed, Fleur used her thrall and this time successfully ordered them to disperse.

Now she could only hope there were no more brave lads who have just waited for the 'right time' to approach as she walked to the big terrace, created just for tonight. Just as she was passing the glass doors, the Veela froze at seeing the two forms standing near the edge.

"I love you." Fleur heard the boy say, making her insides crunch in the inside. She didn't need light to know to whom this confession was directed to. She didn't want to be here, she didn't want to hear this. But her body did not seem to be complying anymore, keeping her in place, torturing her to hear what she does not want to know. But Fleur waited, selfishly hoping that Hermione will turn him down and realize that the only one that can truly love her was her. All that Hermione needed was harbouring inside her.

"I love you too Neville."

And that was it. Those 5 words were the end of her. All hopes and dreams shattered into a billion pieces that will take forever to put back together on your own. All the reservations were gone. Her rationality that moment decided to commit suicide and only the anger and hurt were left.

Fleur did not know when she moved, grabbing the nerd like pullover of the boy and tossing him backwards, away from her mate.

"Don't you dare touch my mate you filthy bastard! She is not yours!" The Veela snarled in French, receiving a confused look from the now sprawled and shocked boy. Fleur advanced towards him, satisfied in the fear in his eyes, ready to beat him up till he realized that he was shooting in the wrong direction. She will make sure this sickening moment never happens again.

But the pull on her injured left hand stopped her advances towards her target.

"Neville, leave." Hermione asked but he was hesitant. "Please…"

Fleur grimaced at hearing her mate plead to this worthless shit. It only made her to want to beat him up even more as he was leaving but the hand was still holding her from doing so.

"What is wrong with you?" Hermione whispered in anger as she turned the blonde in her direction.

Now that the Gryffindor boy was gone out of her sight, her angry golden gaze was turned to the fuming brunette. "What is wrong with me? What is wrong with you?"

Fleur grabbed the girl's biceps and backed her to the railing, cutting off any escape.

"I don't understand. What do you see in him?" the Veela did not know what to feel at the moment. Her emotions were at disarray, constantly switching from, sad, hurt, angry and violent. "What does he 'ave that I don't?"

The grip on Hermione's sides was starting to get painful causing her to wince. "Fleur, you are really making it harder for me to forgive you and be your friend."

Fleur could only shake her head disbelievingly. "Even after all we've been through you still think I only desire your friendship?"

Her mate was struggling to come up with something to say but Fleur did not need to hear anything. This time it was her who will do the talking. "I think you and me both know the truth."

Hermione swallowed down the saliva that was gathering inside her mouth but speech was still somehow blocked.

"I want to be with you more than just as friends 'ermione. Just like that boy." Fleur confessed and placed her hands on the railing at each of the girl's sides.

"Me and Neville are just friends."

"And yet you told him you love him."

"Yes as a brother like Ron and Harry." Hermione argued, wanting to put some distance between them because it was getting uncomfortable but no such things is possible of this moment.

"But he doesn't know that. Now he believes you share his affection"

Realization of what have really happened downed on Hermione. She had unintentionally led the boy to believe she loved him as a boyfriend. By being so blind to his feelings now she will cause him more pain than if she had known and rejected him. For someone who had knowledge about so many things, she sure was ignorant when it came to love.

"I need to talk to Neville. Explain myself and apologize." Hermione said, knowing what the right course was at the moment.

Fleur was able to stop the girl before she could slip away like so many times before, pinning her to their previous position. "You will but not now."

"But…"

"I am tired of talking about that boy." Fleur snarled in disgust and being hurt that her mate found him more important than her. "What about me 'ermione?"

"I…" but whatever she was about to say died the moment the blonde pressed their bodies together, the thing material they both wore not helping stop her rapidly beating heart.

"What's wrong 'ermione? You seem flushed." Fleur teased, bringing their foreheads together as if expecting her temperature.

At this proximity Hermione could smell the alcohol that still lingered on the other one's breathe. "Are you drunk?"

From the moment I saw you. "Yes and it's entirely your fault."

"What? Why?"

The leg that suddenly rubbed her centre was enough of an answer. Hermione had to bite down on the lower lip to hold the sound that wanted to come out.

"Don't do that. I want to hear you." commanded Fleur, pressing her thumb on her lower lip. What was happening between them was undeniable. Sooner or later Hermione would have to accept that. And Fleur would gladly be there to remind her of it, anyway necessary. God, it was such a sweet torture to be so close but yet so far as their breaths collided and disappeared into the air. Fleur's tongue felt too big for her mouth to hold, wanting to go out and play. So she did and the wet appendage started tracing it along her mate's upper lip and teeth, beckoning for what was hiding inside to come out or she will come in. It was unnecessary because the smaller girl obliged, making both shudder as the wet tips made contact.

Without knowing Hermione started moving her own hips down the leg but Fleur did. She could not deny her chosen anything so she pushed harder. "What are you feeling 'ermione?" Fleur was barely able to ask, her lungs too filled with love and desire. The brunette was so wet, so willing, so ready just for her. The quarter Veela had no strength nor will left to stop this. If there first time was to be on a balcony so be it. She would take her anywhere on any surface because love did not care about such trivial things.

An unpleasant background noise was trying to break her concentration on what was important so she tried to ignore it.

"I said let her go!"

The second time was a success though because it caused Hermione to pull back slightly, taking deep breaths and regain some self-control.

The blonde released some of her thrall to force the one that so rudely interrupting them to scram. Sensing that her attempt has failed, Fleur finally glanced behind. Seeing Victor Krum made her anger to spark back to life.

"We are busy and your presence is unwanted." Fleur snarled, warning him. He was in more danger from her than anyone else in this school today. The dislike between them was fairly obvious and both for the same reason. And like the foolish stupid man he was, he ignored her and approached so he could take away Hermione from her.

"Leave, NOW!" this time a yell which was yet again foolishly ignored. The moment he touched her skin to remove her from her mate, the Veela twirled, snatching the filthy hand, pinning it to his back in a painful way, almost breaking it.

"This is your last war…" but was cut off as he used his other hand, casting a spell that hit her chest and sending her to the other side of the terrace.

Krum inspected his arm, happy that it was not broken and moved it around to get some feeling back. He was ready for a fight but Hermione blocked his path, distracting him. Because the moment his eyes averted the Veela was back in a flash and punched him hard on the side of the face causing him to fall a few steps backward.

"Stop it!" Hermione yelled at both of them but neither seemed to be ready to back down from what they knew was inevitable. The young witch searched for her wand so she could stun them, realizing it was not on her but her robe. She really needed to find better places to keep it.

Fleur used her nails to softly glide them through her mate's skin and assure her that everything will be fine, that she will return to her soon enough. She leaned down and gave her a peck on the lips, a kiss that angered the quidditch player. Fleur pushed her mate backwards as the spell past through the place she was and sprinted as fast she could to disarm the idiot.

The Veela would have been done with this guy if she had her wand but the dress did not exactly have pockets for her to put it in and fighting was not exactly what was on her mind when she came to the Halloween party. Able to dodge most of the attacks, smirking at the Bulgarian's frustration she was almost in reach to use her claws but the dress got in the way, making her misplace her footing and a spell to hit her yet again. Her back hit the railing as the stone cracked by the force. Fleur took a few painful breaths, shaking her head to clear her head. She used the stone to lift herself up but it gave away and crumbled beneath her.

"It's over." Krum said with his wand pointed at her. As they glared at each other, they knew this dispute was far from over. He might have won the battle but the war raging in between was far from over.

"Touch my sister and I promise you, you will regret for ever been born."

He turned to see the Veela's sister and all the other Beauxbatons around her ready to fulfil the said promise. Each had their wands out and eyes blazing.

"Very brave of you to attack an unarmed opponent." Amélie spoke as a small smile appeared on her face. "Fleur, I am hurt that you did not invite us to this party of yours while we were dying out of boredom back there. I am so removing you from my besties list."

"This fight is over and like you can see it is not in your favour." Émilie assured and made a motion with her wand for him to scram. They will allow him save passage if he didn't do something stupid.

"Why leave now ladies when the men of your dreams have just arrived." Nikolai joked, grabbing their attention as his classmates lined in a line, all dressed in there red uniform. Well all except him and Georgi. Niko really like shining armour but if her was going to fight he had to remove it which he did. "Help me squire." Nikolai turned to his friend when a piece was giving him too much trouble.

"Never again will Georgi let himself be manipulated like this even if the sole purpose of their costumes were to anger Karkaroff. He flicked his wand and the armour crumbled to the floor. "I am tempted to join the girls so I can kick your butt."

As the Bulgarians turned to the taller boy, hoping he was not serious, Niko laughed and kicked the plates to the side. "Don't be such a downer."

The two boys started bickering a how's and why's they will be a victor in a duel against one another, completely forgetting the situation everyone was in.

"Imbecile." One of the Beauxbaton girls finally spoke after some time of watching this nonsense, the other girls just nodding which thankfully returned them to their primary objective.

"Here is how its goanna work ya? You gurlies are going to sheath those wands wherever and skip inside as if nothing's wrong. Would be a shame to blemish such beautiful faces." Nikolai ordered not really giving them a choice.

Most of the girls snarled because of the offense while Amélie laughed. The full blooded Veela turned to Gabrielle and in the corner of her vision Fleur for them to make a decision of what will happen. Will they back down and cower or go lady on their backsides.

"Not happening." Gabrielle answered for all of them.

Stilled silence fell on the terrace as everyone glared at the other, each seemingly waiting for a signal of some sort to start. And Fleur happily gave it as she ran over Krum, the time given enough for her to recover.

The quiet night was replaced by sounds as if it was New Year with lights and all sorts of noise flying left and right. And Hermione somehow was caught between all of this chaos. She ducked and jumped to avoid the many dangerous spells that caused for the stone to burn or explode. She was trying to get away from the edge but was constantly met with a spell that made her step back. But that was all it took for her to slip on the place where the rail had broken.

"AHH!" Hermione could only yell.

"'ermione!" the two sisters yelled.

Fleur's distraction allowed an opening for Victor to pull the Veela's injured hand and charge like a bull.

"Agh…" the blonde squeaked in pain as her back collided with the glass separating the terrace and the hall, breaking it and causing both to sprawl inside.

"Stop right this instant!" Professor McGonagall yelled but she was completely ignored, making her get out her wand so she could stun the stupid kids. Thankfully the Aurors that were serving as guards in the tournament appeared just in time, breaking off the visitors by disarming and holding them.

"Damn bitch." Nikolai grunted, unable to free himself from Amélie's hold as she was pressing her knee to his spine harder and trying to render him unconscious by suffocation. As the Aurors arrived, the Veela freed the boy's throat and let one of the black robed man to pull her backwards and away.

Nikolai was about to jump the witch but was restrained by another allowing him only to curse.

Amélie smirked evilly just to annoy him. "Yes please, attack me. Give me an excuse to hang you from the terrace."

With Émilie and Georgi was much easier. They both stopped the moment they were commanded, knowing that the fight was over for now. The tall boy slightly bowed, showing that he enjoyed the short duel they had so the Siren responded with a nod.

Hermione was barely holding herself from falling from the edge, only one hand holding the column. She kicked with her legs, trying to step on something so it could give her the necessary push but there was nothing. Her hands were not strong enough and most of her body was hanging, the weight pulling her down. Shit, can't hold on for much longer. I'm slipping!

And just in the nick of time someone grasped the hand that was not holding anything and pulled her upwards. When finally she was off the ledge of death she allowed herself to breath in relief, thanking her saviour after each breath. Her eyes gone wild when seeing who was the one that did so and it wasn't anyone she thought it would be. "Malfoy?"

The Slytherin just watched at her expressionlessly, trying to appear cold and got to his feet from his sitting position. Dusting off his vampire costume, hoping it did not tear or anything after straining to pull the brunette to safety. It did cost a lot and he actually liked it. Satisfied that there was no damage, he returned to Hermione who was still sited on the now dirty stone. The blonde rolled his eyes and offered his hand to help her get up while his head and eyes were staring at the distance.

The Slytherin prince was full of surprises this year. Hermione still couldn't believe that the person who supposedly hated her the most was actually being kind to her. Not to offend him since he did save her life, she accepted the offered hand and got to her own feet.

"Don't touch her Malfoy." Harry warned and shoved him to the side.

Hermione's friends gathered around her, each inspecting for anything that might require her to go to the hospital wing. She shook her head and assured she was perfectly fine loudly so they can all hear.

"You look like a mess." Ginny stated when the baby treatment was over.

The Gryffindor princess shrugged as if she couldn't help it and looked at her 'costume', just now noticing that the coat Gabrielle gave her wasn't on her waist anymore. She peeked over the ledge but it was too dark too see where it has fallen.

"Let go of me!" Fleur snapped angrily, trying to claw Krum off just like she did with his wand. Her body hurts and she was pretty sure that the collision with the window glass did not go unpunished, feeling the stings of cuts and some pieces have even embodied themselves on her flesh.

The perpetrators of this fight were the last ones to be restrained, making it as hard as possible for the Aurors to do so. The Veelas were still ready to fight. But the moment the matriarch appeared they all stopped and bowed their heads. They did not need to be yelled at to stop, the woman's aura and thrall spoke enough. She was displeased and they were in trouble.

Fleur finally allowed herself too look around, happy to see that her classmates were all well and standing unlike most Bulgarians. Gabby also looked she had handled her duel well as she smirked in satisfaction.

Both sisters searched for Hermione and calmed down at seeing she was okay and ashamed. As her mate they both were supposed to watch over her, to protect her and tonight they have both failed that could have cost them dearly.

"Now that everything has quieted down I would like for the prefects to escort everyone back to their rooms." Dumbledore commanded and turned to the Aurors. "Escort our guests back to their settlements and make sure to call the nurse if anyone needs medical attention."

The head Auror nodded and turned to his colleagues. "You heard the headmaster, chop-chop."

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"Hello Bartemius, long time no see."

Crouch Junior was surprised to see Bellatrix in his office, casually sitting on the chest on the corner of the room.

"So, it's true that you have escaped." he mumbled as he walked and sat on one of the armchairs.

"You really need to hide your toys better junior. Anyone can stumble upon them." the now mad witch teased and knocked with her knuckles on the surface she was sitting upon.

"That is my business to worry about, not yours." the man rubbed his tired neck from the long day and took a sip from his polyjuice potion.

Bellatrix jumped and walked to the now alert and tense man. She liked it when they were cautious. It meant they know she is dangerous. "Oh, but it is. Your lord send me to babysit you through your task and make sure all is done properly."

He grumbled by the little fate he was given. "No need, I have everything under control and all according to plan."

Bellatrix smiled pleasantly and walked towards the door. "Good. Make sure to stay away from my business though."

"And what would that be?" not happy that this unpredictable woman will be around. From now on he will have to sleep with one eye opened all the time which won't be really hard in this body.

"To kill of course." she said as if there was nothing wrong to walk around and murder people.

"Don't get carried away or you might jeopardize everything." Junior warned not wanting to clean up her messes. It will be his life if this entire ordeal fails. "It's not safe to be outside at the moments," he warned her. After the Halloween party the Aurors were lurking everywhere.

"I've been living here for seven years. Hope that no one stumbles on to me." and with that the woman left the room, hoping that she will encounter the people she is here to kill.

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"This is an outrage. Your kind should have never been allowed to even participate in such events. We give you a little bit of freedom and you monsters keep making a mess of things." Karkaroff yelled and cursed the oldest Delacour as she was sitting in Dumbledore's office. Élise was thankful she decided to send Maxime back to the carriage because like the Bulgarian here, she had an unbelievable temper.

"I would be careful if I were you." Élise calmly warned, sipping her tea. She might be used to be called names by many but did not mean she could not rip his throat off if she so desired. There was a reason why in every textbook it was printed to not anger her kind.

McGonagall raised her hands to try and calm the raging man, offering him to sit and take a deep breath.

"Dumbledore, I demand you punish these things for what they have done to my students." Karkaroff slammed his fist, thinking that this will intimidate the old man.

"You have no right to demand anything of me Igor." Dumbledore explained and folded his fingers. "You and Madame Delacour can punish your students every way you see fit but when it comes to this school I am the one in charge and I get the final say. It has gotten pretty late and I am tired. I will contact both of you with my decision tomorrow."

Karkaroff cursed and stormed out displeased. Élise nodded politely at the only two in the room, wishing them good night and left to deal with her own family.

"What are we going to do Albus?" Minerva asked as they were left alone.

"For now, sleep. No rational choices can be made when tired and we will see tomorrow when our minds are clear."

"As you wish."

"Can you contact Severus to bring me something for the head? All this shouting made my head hurt." Dumbledore chuckled and rubbed his temple not wanting for the night to end.

"Of course."

Dumbledore walked to the window, observing the lights of the carriage and ship, knowing that whatever choice he made will not be liked. He knew that both schools were not best buddies but he didn't think there dislike will escalate to this point. It will be a torturous year.

What a mess.

Thank you for reading and hope you liked it.

Don't forget to review any questions you may have and I will answer them through this chapter =3. (guests)

Guve a big thanks to my beta Kkerklaan for wasting his time with my chapter. =)

To be continue...

Guest (R.1) - Amigmus? I don't know what that is.

Guest (R.2) - I wouldn't say half the male population, just few to make it more interesting ^.^. I would love to tell you what happens in the second task but it not be as accurate because durring writing I get new ideas which I add or replace the old if it seems better. I might be taking some if things of the book but it doesn't mean I will do it the same as in the movie. Changing the craracters and just retelling the events of the 4th movie are not creativity. I add things that are not in the books like this Halloween chapters. About the update I can\t be accurate but I will warn beforehand then I plan to update. I know it sucks to wait but it depends on my day and if I get the time in the end of the day. Also the size makes it even harder to upload it faster. This is the longest chapter I have yet. (over 25 word pages) I would only hope it won't take me long and get the time like at the beginning when I only worked and didn't study.

masencromwell - there is no Chapter 27. The old chapter 26 was replaced with the original one. Have to type 8758749/26 (Not 27)

Sxth - Amelie is a full blooded Veela, there is no doubt about that.

Closet Person - Sirius Black is alive and still in hiding. Everything till the end of the 3ed book is as it is, except some characters families and the characters themselves which I've tempered with or changed to something more interesting. Like Hermione's family. I haven't really checked what her family is suppose to be like so I came up with my own version of it and readers will have the chance to know them better in much later chapters. (Most likely after the 4th year but I am having some ideas for Christmas)
It won't be much of a mystery if I told you who the one in the hospital was. Like I say my readers, usually the ones with accounts cause it easy to pm them I will give insights as long as it doesn't spoil the future of the story. (Just like what Hermione is - it is still a secret that no one have guessed ^.^) I can just tell you that the figure in Dumbledore's office and the one in the hospital after the 1st task are not one and the same person. =3

Havok - I will, I am just writing something else at the moment but when I finish it I will return to the new chapter. =) Glad you like it.