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A.N. A quick, although big, thank you to wkgreen and MilandaAnza for reviewing so much, I love reading them.

Ginny

I woke early in the morning with a smile on my face, she was being released today, after so many years, so many visits, she was finally rehabilitated and was going to be released. I shook the sleeping girl next to me, her eyes slowly opened and a lazy smile spread across her face, she looked simply adorable.

"Good morning," I kissed her cheek before snuggling in as close as I could.

"Morning," Pansy mumbled back rubbing my back as she did so, "What time is it?"

"Six in the morning," I told her and laughed at the disgusted expression on her face after registering what I'd said.

"Why Ginny? It's supposed to be a holiday," she whined at me.

"I know," I smiled at her tone of voice, "But I woke up and I didn't want to lay here bored, I'm sorry."

"It's fine," she sighed as she sat up, giving me a full view of her topless figure clad in nothing but a bra.

My heart rate sped up as I watched her stretch her arms and back, puffing out her chest, I circled my arms around her waist, pulling her back into me. "You're so sexy," I whispered into her ear before kissing it softly.

She laughed softly as she rested her hands on top of my own, "Thank you, you're so good to me."

"You deserve it," I whispered, kissing her ear once again.

"You should really stop that, I don't want to do anything… steamy in your parent's house."

"Aww," I whined but stopped kissing her. Instead I pulled her back, so we were laying back down, "I wish we didn't have to get up."

"Me too, but we need to see your aunt, and then we need to head back to school… how are we getting to St. Mungo's anyway?"

"The Floo Network, quick and easy," I shrugged before snuggling back into her, a few moments of silence later and I noticed she'd fallen back to sleep, sighing I decided to let her rest for an hour or so longer.

As I lay with Pansy I gazed at her face, a smile plastered on my own face, I couldn't seem to get over how beautiful she looked now. When she was a bully there was this sort of dark aura around her, something I couldn't really describe, but now I could see her for who she really was, and she was amazing.

I kissed her cheek softly before getting out of bed and heading for the kitchen, my mother was still at the hospital with my father so happily started to make breakfast for Pansy and myself. A breakfast of eggs, bacon, and sausages sounded heavenly for today.

As I stood at the stove making breakfast, I heard the sounds of creaky floor boards behind me, "Dammit," Pansy whispered before continuing silently.

I smiled happily, about to turn around to greet her once again, but quickly decided I'd just wait for her, I wanted to see what she was going to do. She circled her arms around my waist, pulling me into her and resting her head on mine, I sighed contentedly as I continued making our breakfast.

"You knew I was here didn't you?" she asked softly.

"I did, but that doesn't matter now," I sighed, turning off the stove, "Breakfast is ready."

"You made some for me too?" She asked sounding far too surprised.

"Of course I did, why wouldn't I?"

"I don't know," she shrugged, "I just didn't expect it."

"Well, you should start expecting it."

She nodded happily before sitting at the table, I delivered her food before sitting on her right, I rested my hand on her thigh, rubbing her softly for a few moments before she stopped me.

"Didn't I ask you not to start something?"

"This is starting?" I asked honestly confused.

"It's definitely getting the blood pumping," she groaned glancing at her lap.

"Oh, sorry, I just like being in contact with you…" I started pushing my food around shyly.

"I know how you feel, and you can, just keep the motion to a minimum, so we can keep me at a minimum."

I snorted with laughter, while Pansy just kept eating, looking very embarrassed by what she'd just said, I put my hand back on her leg, "Don't get embarrassed, everyone says stupid things."

She nodded but said nothing else, shrugging I dug into my own food. We ate in relative silence, my hand stayed on her leg as much as I could, but eventually, I needed to use my knife. Sighing I removed my hand, but as I did, her hand quickly rested on my leg, eating with her left hand rather than her right. I smiled at her, and she smiled back at me.

Sitting in the waiting room of St. Mungo's was usually boring, but with Pansy sitting next to me it was nowhere near as boring as usual. We weren't even talking, but just her presence was enough to keep me happy for eternity.

"What's with the goofy smile?" A soft voice from above me asked.

Looking up I found myself looking into the dark eyes of my aunt, her black hair was cut short and her skin a sickly pale after being indoors for so many years. But there was life in her, a life I'd never seen in her before, and I could only attribute it to the fact that she was to be released, finally.

I shot off my chair and wrapped my arms around her, an ecstatic smile on my face, "You're really being released!" I exclaimed as I pulled back, smiling as she was dressed in actual clothing rather than the hospital gown she'd been wearing every other time I saw her. Or worse, the straight jacket on those rare bad spells she suffered through.

"You don't need to tell me, I've been looking forward to this day for ten years!" Her eyes glanced to the side, taking in the sight of Pansy. Still sitting and looking slightly awkward and awestruck at the same time. "And who is this pretty young thing?"

A light growl emanated in my throat, garnering the immediate attention of my aunt, "She is my girlfriend, Pansy," I stated firmly, letting my jealousy get the better of me.

A soft hand squeezed my own as Pansy stood up next to me, "I'm sure she wasn't trying to hit on me," she whispered to me.

"She's right, I wasn't," Bellatrix interjected with a smirk, "Just wanted to see what you would do, I've been watching the two of you for a few minutes, and you don't hide what you mean to each other at all."

I was blushing furiously, embarrassed that I was so stupid to think my aunt would try to hit on a fifteen-year-old, especially since she knew from the start we were dating, "Anyway, Pansy, this is my aunt, Bellatrix."

"It's nice to meet you," Pansy said holding out her hand for my aunt.

"You too. So how has everything been? Your parents okay?" she asked as she shook Pansy's hand.

At the mention of my parents, Pansy looked down, ashamed that she'd done enough damage to send my father to hospital for a night, even if he did deserve it. "They're okay, but something did happen when they found out about… us," I told her the whole story of how dad ended up in the hospital, and by the end, my aunt looked furious.

"That pig-headed idiot," she growled before looking at Pansy, resting a hand on her shoulder to get her attention. "Don't feel bad, he bloody deserved it," I looked at my aunt a little curiously, she was getting more worked up than I thought she was going too.

"I know," Pansy managed a smile, but it was clear as day that it was a forced one, "But I still feel bad that I hurt him that badly…" Pansy trailed off, I knew something else was wrong but wasn't going to push her, at least not while we were with other people.

"Bella!" My mother exclaimed as she approached from behind.

"Molly, it's so good to see you… I heard what happened to Arthur, how is he doing?"

"Oh he's fine, he's back home resting, it's good to see you too."

Hermione

Waking the next morning I felt Fleur behind me, her arms were wrapped tightly around my waist, her naked body pressed into my back. A dull throbbing pain emanating from my core had smiling as images of last night flooded my mind. My core started to heat and moisten once again, but before I could really focus a sudden realization hit me, Emily never returned last night. I climbed out of bed and quickly started to dress in the first thing I grabbed from my dresser, along with my Gryffindor scarf to help keep out the cold.

"Where are you off too?" Fleur's beautiful voice asked from my bed, the blanket had been pulled down her body slightly, revealing her beautiful creamy and perky breasts to me.

Biting my lower lip to keep my composure I answered her question, "I'm hoping to find Emily, she didn't return last night."

Fleur nodded, moving to get out of my bed, my eyes raked over her naked body, and I couldn't help but stare as she slowly got dressed in some of my bigger clothes. Even with my biggest clothes, the shirt hugged her torso like a dream, making her look like a pin-up girl. None of my pants fit her, so she needed to wear a skirt, which, thanks to my conservativeness, hung down to just above her knee's.

"Enjoy the show?" She asked, lacing her fingers through my own.

"Very much," I replied, as I led us out into the Gryffindor common room, it was already buzzing with activity, and a few stares from the surrounding students had me hiding my face in Fleur's shoulder while Fleur held her head high. Quickly leaving the common room behind we rushed into the halls, looking everywhere we could think to find Emily.

Before long we found ourselves in the infirmary, looking over a bloodied Emily as she laid in one of the many cots. I was kneeling down next to her, my hand hers apologizing profusely for not looking for her when she hadn't returned. She was still dressed in the dress she was wearing at the ball, and her makeup still looked the same as well, just covered in blood.

On the bed next to her laid Harry, his skin was pale, but I couldn't see any evidence of wounds like the ones inflicted on Emily. Her flesh seemed to have been torn off in chunks, it was sickening to look at, but I forced myself to stay, I wanted to help her, in any way I could.

"How are you holding up?" Fleur asked a few minutes later, she'd stayed by my side while I cried, squeezing my shoulder, offering me what little comfort she could at the time.

"Not good," I choked out as I quickly hugged her, "This is my fault, I-I should have looked for her… I should have tried to find her before we went to bed."

"No," Fleur grabbed my shoulders and pushed me backward, looking into my eyes, "You can't blame yourself for this Hermione, there is no way you could have known."

I listened, and I believed that I couldn't have known, but I still should have looked for her, I was too wrapped up in my own pleasure to think about the poor girl. I leaned back into Fleur and started crying again, "It is my fault, I should have looked for her!" Fleur stayed silent this time, stroking my back to try and comfort me.

"Miss Granger," Professor Dumbledore walked through the doors to the infirmary, a grim look on his face as he approached, "How is she?"

I looked back at Emily, it had been hours since I found her here, I'd watched her wounds start to close with the help of Madam Pomfrey's potions. I'd helped to clean and change her, I needed to help.

"Better, she looked awful when we first got here."

"We?" Dumbledore asked confused before he noticed Fleur watching over Harry, "Oh, Ms. Delacour, how is Harry?"

"I have no idea," she said as she walked back over to stand next to me, "He hasn't changed since we got here and Madam Pomfrey won't tell us anything."

"Well I'm sure it's nothing to worry about, but Hermione, I need to ask, did you notice anything odd about either Mr. Potter or Ms. Harriet over the last couple of weeks?"

I shook my head, "No nothing, they were both acting the way they always did."

"Hmm," Dumbledore murmured as he ran his fingers along his beard, "Well, I think it's best the two of you head out for lunch, I'll handle these two from here."

I nodded solemnly, I didn't want to leave, but I knew I needed to eat, after last night and skipping breakfast I felt as though I hadn't eaten in days, and I could only imagine Fleur felt the same.

I looked to Fleur as we walked to the Great Hall, she seemed to be in deep thought over something, my curiosity got the better of me, and I had to ask, "What is it?"

"Nothing," she sighed, "Just thinking about the Tournament and wondering if it could have had something to do with what happened to Harry and Emily, but I can't think of a reason to harm them two."

"I can't either, but I'm more talking on a whole rather than just the tournament."

We walked the rest of the way in contemplative silence, I hated not knowing something, but I couldn't just head off to the library and look up what happened there. Thinking of the library, I remembered something else I'd wanted to know about, but I couldn't find any information in the Library.

"Hey Fleur, are there any books on Veela?"

Fleur looked at me with a smile, "Curious are we?"

"Well yeah, I have a Veela mated to me, I'd love to know more about them if I could."

Fleur's soft laugh chimed in my ears causing me to melt into her side, it was a most beautiful sound, "Yes, there are books on us, but you won't find them in any Library unless the Library is located inside a Veela's home," she explained.

"Oh, so for me to read up on Veela I'd need to visit your parents, right?"

"Yes, but I'm sure they'll love you, well, really my mother already does."

I couldn't help but chuckle at that, "I'm sure I'll love them as well, I already love you."

A radiant smile spread over Fleur's face as she leaned down, kissing me on the lips right outside the Great Hall, causing some of the guys to whistle loudly in our direction. I rolled my eyes at them before walking to the Gryffindor table with Fleur to eat a quick lunch.

Ron sat beside us, a solemn look on his face, "I just heard about Harry and Emily," he whispered, "God, why did this happen?"

"I wish I knew," I answered, even though I knew his question was rhetorical, "Did they tell you what happened to Harry?"

"Nah, they wouldn't tell me anything, just that it was some serious mental manipulation," Ron explained.

I could only guess at what kind and everything I thought up was worse than the previous, I needed to do something to occupy my mind, something to keep me busy. As Neville sat down next to Ron, I stood up bidding farewell to the both of them while dragging Fleur with me, happy she followed without complaint.

I dragged her to the library with me, I knew we wouldn't really be doing anything together, and I would be doing the same thing whether she was with me or not, but I felt I just needed to be in her presence right now. Even if it meant we were reading side by side.

Walking into the library I saw Madam Pince sitting at her desk with an overly happy smile on her face, a letter sat in her hands while a pen flew magically across a page, writing furiously. Not wanting to disturb her happiness I decided to forgo my usual greeting and walked with Fleur to the far corner of the library. The most secluded reading spot, and, coincidentally, my favorite.

I grabbed a random book off a shelf on my way before sitting down. I was shaking as I slowly opened the book, fighting back tears as the picture of a beaten Emily flashed through my mind. Guilt and shame once again rose within me as I remembered the fun I was having while she was being attacked. No longer able to keep them in I leaned into Fleur, as the tears flowed freely from my eyes, sobs wracking through me every few moments.

"Shh, it's going to be okay, by tomorrow she'll be back to her normal self," Fleur comforted me, I knew she was right, but that didn't make right now any better.

"I-I know, b-but she looked so broken, s-so damaged," I sobbed into her shoulder, keeping my mind busy hadn't worked in the slightest, and now I felt I needed something to keep physically busy.

Images of last night burned through my mind and I became all too aware of the magnificent body that was pressed against mine. Slowly I rose my head and started to slowly kiss Fleur. My tongue ran along her own as I pushed it into her mouth. Exploring everywhere I'd already explored, but it felt new, it always did, like every kiss was out first.

My hand moved from her back around to her front, and I gave her breast a soft squeeze, Fleur immediately reached up and stopped me. "We can't," she whispered her breathing labored.

My free hand moved down to her crotch, feeling her erection through her clothes causing her to moan softly, a small smile appeared on my face, "It feels like we can."

Fleur sighed inwardly, I could see it in her eyes, she wanted to, but something stopped her, and that something was far stronger than her lust, "Fine then, we shouldn't, and we wont. Hermione, we can't use sex to forget our problems, to try to heal something that has gone wrong, or even dull the pain."

I knew she was right, but the way she said that made me think she was talking from experience, instantly a hot bile filled my stomach. An emotion I'd never felt before flared within me as I glared at her, "Sounds like someone got around before me," I spat with venom before turning away.

"Hermione no!" The pain in Fleur's voice as she said that almost renewed my tears and I regretted what I'd said immediately, but before I could apologize Fleur was holding onto me for dear life, sobbing as she quickly defended herself, something she should never have had to do with me. "It's not that, please don't think it's that, last night was my first too, and I may have been speaking from experience but it wasn't my experience, it's just another story passed on from my mother! Please, you have to believe me!"

"I-I," I sat there, completely shocked, and furious with myself, with just seven words I had hurt my love deeply, how could I possibly make up for that. "I believe you, and I don't think that I- I just got it into my head… I mean look at you," I said as I pried her off of me, her all out sobbing had reduced to sniffles and it was kind of adorable. Looking her up and down I continued, "Really look at you, any one would love the chance to be with you and I, I was just being a massive idiot, and I really am sorry for what I said, I know you, I should have known that you wouldn't have ever done that. Can you forgive an idiot like me?"

A small smile appeared on her teary face, "Of course I can, because you're my idiot."

I smiled at the small jab, I didn't care one tiny bit that she'd said that, because the truth was, I was her idiot, and I think I will be forever.

Pansy

I sat in the back of another flying car, I was apprehensive at first, but this car was nowhere near as jerky and terrifying as the Weasley's car, also this time I was able to sit in the back with Ginny. I had my arm around her shoulders holding her close to me, as much for her as it was for me.

In Ginny's hands was an envelope, an envelope her mother had given her as we were set to leave. Apparently it was a letter from her father. Molly assured her that it wasn't bad, but Ginny was still very apprehensive about opening and reading it, scared of what may have been written without her mother's knowledge. And in truth, I was also scared, anything could have been written in the letter, it could say that if she didn't break things off with me that she'd be disowned and I'd hate for her to have to make that choice.

I watched as Ginny slowly opened the letter with shaky hands, her breathing speeding up ever so slightly. It wasn't long before the letter was opened and she was reading it silently, I wanted to know what it said as well, but I couldn't read it without her permission, it was a private letter, and I had to respect that. No matter how much the curiosity was killing me.

"That bastard," she whispered as she glared at the piece of paper angrily, "He's disappointed with my choice!?" She yelled causing the driver to flinch a little, I quickly set up a silencing charm over us, so we didn't to distract him anymore.

"What do you mean?"

"He says that he is sorry for almost hurting me, that he just lost it and that he still loves me, that's what most of the letter is about. But under where he signed his name, it says that while everything he wrote before was true, that he was disappointed, I'd chosen to date you. And I know my father well enough to read between the lines, he says you but what he really means is a girl!" Her voice steadily grew louder until she was shouting, instantly making me happy I'd set up the silencing charm. "It wasn't a choice, dammit! I chose you, but I didn't choose my damn sexuality! Not that I would change even if I could!"

My brow furrowed at this, I remember talking to her, and she told me she was bisexual, but now she's making it sound like she's actually gay. "I thought you were bi though?" I voiced my thoughts, hoping to distract her a little.

"So did I," she sighed, "And I might still be, but ever since I started dating you I haven't found myself having any thoughts what-so-ever about any other guys, but other girls pop in every now and again."

A small jealousy bubbled within the pit of my stomach, but I bit it back as I have also had thoughts of one or two other girls, "Who were these girls?"

"Wait a minute, you aren't mad?" She asked like I was crazy.

"No, I am jealous, but we're both only human, thoughts happen from time to time, so long as you don't act on them, or take the thoughts very far, I'll be fine."

Ginny was silent for a moment contemplating what I said, "Does that mean you've had thoughts also?"

"Yes," I answered truthfully, not wanting to lie to her, I saw a flash of jealousy in her eyes, but it disappeared almost immediately.

"How far is taking the thoughts too far?"

I tapped my chin, pondering the thought a little before replying, "I'd say having actual fantasies about them, I mean you can think some looks attractive, but that's as far as I'd take it."

A smile spread over her face at hearing this, "That's all I've gotten to, I always end up comparing them to you and there just isn't any competition. And I'm okay if you do that too, although I don't want you to tell me who, if you do I may not be able to handle it."

I couldn't help but feel proud of her, she knew just how possessive she could be of me, she was actively conscious of it rather than it just being a knee jerk reaction. Knowing this made me happy, made me feel even more loved by the beautiful redhead. We settled into a comfortable silence, having succeeded in either calming Ginny down or making her forget about the letter, I felt it was safe to lower the charm, just in case the driver needed to speak with us.

Fleur

I lay in my bed on the carriage, Hermione in my arms, we were making sure to keep things tame as my sister was sleeping in her bed on the other side of the room. Also, Hermione was still in pain at seeing her friend in such a state as she was and I felt for her, being mated to her I could feel her pain when it was this great and I needed to do something to help her. I'd been trying all day, but whenever she'd start to feel better something would happen, and she'd fall back into despair.

The only thing I could think of that would help her was seeing Emily back to her old self, back at the table with us. Then there was Harry, theories kept spinning in my mind about what could have happened to him, and the consequences of what could happen to the poor boy. Mental manipulation could irreparably damage some one's mind quite easily, especially someone young, it wouldn't be the first time.

"Fleur?" Hermione whispered into the darkness.

"Yeah?" I asked as I tightened my grip around her waist, hating the tone of pain in the brunette's voice.

"Do you think they'll be okay?" She asked, a question I know she been thinking about the entire day.

"I know Emily will be," I replied not wanting to sugar coat things and get Hermione's hopes up, "But Harry might have some hard times ahead."

"I know," she sighed and I couldn't stop a smile from spreading on my lips, of course my beautiful girl would know. "But he'll have a lot of help to get better."

"That he will," I said as I kissed the top of her head, smelling the beautiful scent of her shampoo and feeling the usual fizziness that had returned. I loved how her hair looked on the night of the ball, but it's not her, Hermione wasn't Hermione without her beautiful chocolate brown frizzy hair. "Now you should get some sleep, we'll see Emily in the morning."

I felt Hermione nod her head, her face rubbing my breasts a little and I had to fight back the moan that threatened to escape. The simplest touch from the girl turned me into a big mess, and I couldn't have that right now. She turned around so she was facing away from me, her back pressed firmly into my front, my crotch resting against her soft, warm backside.

"I thought you said we couldn't do that," Hermione giggled.

"We can't," I groaned moving back a little, only to be met once again with Hermione's warm butt.

"Stay," she whined, "I want to feel your warmth everywhere."

I sighed but complied with the request, even if it was going to drive me crazy all night, "I love you," I whispered into her ear.

"I love you too, goodnight," she yawned and relaxed in my embrace.

"Goodnight."