A.N Alright! I really got on a roll with this and banged it out within a couple day's of when I started writing it, would have been quicker but games got in the way. Anyway, hope you all enjoy!

Fleur

It was dark, pitch-black dark, as I opened my eyes, all around me I heard an incessant humming noise as I floated through an emptiness that was the void I inhabited.

"Is anybody there?" I called out to the blackness and was startled as I received a reply.

"We are here Fleur," A deep, unfamiliar voice answered.

"Who are we?" I asked to the blackness, "And where you?"

"We are all around you, we are here for you," A feminine voice answered my second question.

"And who are we?" I asked again, starting to get annoyed.

"Every answer has a time and place to be heard, and now is not your time to know who we are," The male voice answered.

I grunted at the answer, "Well then can I leave? What the hell am I doing here? Where the hell even is here?"

"All in good time, first we have some questions for you," The feminine voice replied, "First of all, why have you left Hogwarts?"

"Personal reasons," Was my only reply to that question.

The voice huffed before everything went quiet for a moment, "You have gotten your Mate pregnant, I see," The feminine voice said after a few moments.

"How the hell do you know that!?" I screamed into the blackness.

"We just do, and you know, this whole process will go much quicker if you just comply with us."

"Indeed it will," The male voice chimed in, "However that one answer really just answered all of our questions, didn't it?"

"Indeed it did," The two disembodied voices conversed as if I wasn't even here.

"What else do you want?" I asked, frustrated by the whole situation.

"We were watching your progress in the Triwizard tournament and have decided that you are the perfect candidate to join us," The male voice announced like it was something I needed to do.

"Why would I join you? I don't even know who you are."

"We are the protectors of the light," The male said, "We shield those who cannot shield themselves, we fight for those who need us most, and above all, we keep the muggle world and the wizarding world separate."

"We need more apprentices," The female spoke up, an edge of pleading in her voice, "The dark side is growing more and more powerful, it is getting to the point that it had when Voldemort was around."

"So you see," The male started to speak again and I was quickly getting frustrated with the way these people spoke. "There is only one answer, Fleur, you will join our ranks, one way or the other."

"Think about it," The female started again causing me to groan in frustration, "We do not want to do anything to harm you, but we will if we need to."

I opened my eyes to the outside world and yelped as the blinding light invaded my eyes, two sobbing girls held onto my hands for dear life, I had to wrench them off before my hands broke. Upon noticing that I had regained consciousness, the two girls quickly started trying to crush the life out of me as they hugged me.

"Can't breathe," I croaked out, effectively getting the two of them to get up.

"What happened!?" Hermione practically screeched at me.

I opened my mouth to explain, but the words wouldn't come out, I tried desperately to speak, to fill the two girls in on what had transpired in the endless black but no sound ever escaped my lips.

"I'm not really sure," I finally ended up saying, thankfully it wasn't a lie, it just wasn't the whole truth.

"We should call Mama and Papa," Gabrielle said worriedly, "They will know what's going on."

Hermione agreed with my little sister and immediately made for her wand, but as she held it a confused look spread over her face, "I can't… I can't feel any power from my wand?" Hermione stared at the, now useless, piece of wood between her fingers.

"What do you mean?" I asked from my spot on the floor, still too dazed to get to my feet.

"That's exactly what I mean…" Hermione replied as she swung her wand around slowly.

Sighing, I struggled to my feet to retrieve my own wand, after stumbling slightly Hermione decided that I needed help walking and took it upon her self to wrap my arm around her shoulders. Deciding to indulge the younger witch I leaned slightly on her as I walked into our bedroom to collect my wand. Thankfully I could still feel its power, and I immediately used it to magically send for my parents, trying to convey the urgency with the simple spell that would cause them to visit.

A strange popping sounded out in the living room followed by my sister happily calling out, "Mama!"

Hermione and I walked out to greet my mother who quickly embraced the both of us, "What's going on?" She asked worriedly. Apparently, my message had been received in the way I wanted.

"We're not sure, Mrs. Delacour, Fleur passed out not long ago, she woke up only seconds later, but we're still worried," Hermione explained for the both of us before forcing me to sit down on the couch with her.

My mother tapped her chin with her index finger thoughtfully, her eyes seeming to be digging into my own as she did so. A small frown appeared on her face as she sighed exasperatedly.

"There is nothing I can think of that would have caused such a thing, at least nothing to do with the mating bond, or with Veela anatomy in general. What was happening just before you passed out?"

I sighed before recounting the events that led up to my passing out, starting with Sammy's sudden appearance in the kitchen and ending with the black spots in my vision and the massive pain in my head. I decided not to even attempt to explain what happened during my stupor as I was sure I would have met the same result.

My mother started to pace frantically, mumbling as she did so, "It's too much… The bond can't be this strong… She's only one-quarter Veela…" My mother looked at me pointedly before reaching into the small bag she always carried and pulled out a small vial filled with a dark blue, almost black, liquid and held it out to me.

"What's this for?" I asked after accepting the vial from my mother.

She angrily grabbed my right hand and held it up so that my sleeve fell down and revealed the scars that hid beneath it, "To stop this from ever happening again," She seethed before letting my hand drop. Quickly I covered the scars, hating the fact that I had done something so horrible to myself while my mother recomposed herself, "I am sorry, Fleur," She sighed, wiping away at her teary eyes. "But it's just so hard to deal with."

I placed my hand on my mothers once she had dropped it back to the side, "I know," was all I could think to say.

My mother slumped down on the couch next to me, still clutching my hand as she continued talking, "The bond you have with Hermione is abnormal," She explained, "Only a full-blooded Veela that has been mated to another full-blooded Veela has ever had a bond as strong as you have with Hermione. And while that is a lovely thing, it also has its drawbacks, the first is, I'm sure you can guess, that you cannot be apart for too long, a normal Mated pair can be apart for several years before the depression got that bad. Second is the protectiveness, we are over-protective by nature, but with a bond this strong that protectiveness can manifest in many different ways, sometimes good, sometimes bad. Then there is the fact that you passed out because you hadn't told your Mate a silly little thing like a House Elf had stopped by to do the dishes."

I knew that this point was wrong but decided against saying anything as the only thing I could say would just end up worrying everyone as I was unable to explain what really happened.

"That's why you need that potion, it'll tone down the effects of the bond you have with Hermione, just one drop a day though, the potion is extremely potent and dangerous, overdoing could very well lead to death."

I grimaced at the thought as I placed the now menacing liquid on the coffee table in front of me, I stared at the vial as Hermione slipped her arms around the arm that was not occupied by my mother, causing me to smile softly.

"So, with this," Hermione gestured to the potion, "Everything should be ok?" The brunette pleaded, her worried eyes drilling holes into my mothers.

My mother nodded, "She should be, just let me know if anything else happens."

"Actually, there was something else, but it's about me, not Fleur," Hermione said quickly, clearly nervous about the subject she was about to bring up. "I can't… use magic anymore, at first I assumed it was because of the baby, but other witch's that were pregnant have been able to use magic… And I still could while I was at school…"

Mama just smiled at the young brunette, "That's… Strange, I've never heard of such a thing occurring, I'll ask around for you see if I can't find the answer."

Hermione looked down dejected, causing my heart to ache for her and the knowledge that I couldn't help her, hurt me all the more.

"Well it's getting late, and I should be off," My mother chirped, satisfied that nothing was wrong anymore, "I'll just quickly re-heat that dinner for you," She said as she pulled out her wand. Instantly the bowl on the table started steaming once again, ready for the three of us to eat.

"You don't want to stay for dinner? I mean, you are already here," I chimed, enjoying the comfort that my mother brought with her.

"Sorry darling, but your father and I have plans tonight," My mother replied with a small smirk on her face, instantly I shut down my imagination, not wanting to picture what they could possibly want to do.

"Ok, well have fun," Hermione said before we all said our goodbye's, my mother leaving shortly afterward. Dinner was eaten quickly as we all chatted lightly, ignoring the earlier events while Gabrielle was still awake.

A few hours later Hermione and I lay in our bed, Hermione was clinging to me as she silently cried over her parents. I rubbed her back comfortingly as I whispered in her ear that everything would work put, in the end, we just needed to hold out hope for the future. Hermione nodded into me each time I spoke, but I couldn't help but wonder whether or not she really believed me, either way, I was damn sure going to fix things.

Slowly I closed my eyes, Hermione still clinging to me as she slept soundly, all sound began to fade as I drifted into blackness. I re-opened my eyes only to be met with the same pitch-black as when I had passed out, I sighed once more before calling out to the dark.

"Just hurry up and start speaking," I growled.

"Well someone's touchy," A new, bubbly feminine voice replied, "And here I thought you were going to be a fun recruit."

I lashed out with my hand when I thought the voice was coming from right next to me but was met with nothing but air, "Can't you people just leave me alone?" I asked dejectedly.

"No," was the woman's answer, "And besides, don't you want to give Hermione back her magic?"

I narrowed my eyes, not even sure if I was visible to the woman but hoped I was as the rage burned behind my eyes, "What the do you mean?" I was fuming at this new person.

"I think you already know, don't worry it's not permanent, just a little demonstration of our power."

"Give her back her magic. NOW!" I screamed into the darkness, the protectiveness shining through.

"I'm sorry, but we cannot do that until you agree to join us," The bubbly woman cooed in my direction, and I seriously wondered if she knew the effect it was having on both me and Hermione.

I stared hard in the direction I thought the voice was coming from, my anger bubbling under the surface as I asked myself what kind of 'good guy's' would use a young pregnant girl like they were. "Fine, I'll join you, now return her magic immediately."

The woman laughed gleefully, "I knew this would work, the others seriously doubted me, but I knew that you couldn't help but do anything for the little bookworm."

I laughed despite the situation, the others had been watching me, but they hadn't been able to deduce that the way to me was through Hermione? "Idiot's," I scoffed.

"Right!? But I knew," the woman stated proudly and I was instantly reminded of my young sister.

"How old are you?" I asked without thinking.

"Oh I'm still very young, just a recruit myself, but the others said that since I came up with the plan that I'd be the one to face you," The girl explained.

"We're not really facing each other though…" As I said this, the darkness seemed to swirl away, and I found I was standing in the middle of a large, empty room. The only occupants being myself and a blond girl that looked far too familiar.

"Surprise!" Emily called out to me with a happy smile on her face. My mouth opened and closed lamely as no sound escaped my throat, "Didn't see that coming did ya?"

I shook my head vigorously as I regained my voice, "But… How? When?" I asked utterly confused.

"Ahh, that, it was when Harry's mind was hijacked, the story that was fed to everyone was a cover, the truth is it was more than just Harry…" Emily's look grew distant as she seemed to remember the events, "I fought them all off by myself, so the Council reached out to me and here I am. And now so are you… I just wish Hermione could join as well, but the Council has strict rules about pregnant people joining."

I stared disbelieving at the young girl, there was no way that this was real, that this was actually happening, but I saw it with my own eyes, so it had to be. I shook the thought from my head, this was magic, it didn't have to be real, couldn't be real, but feigned acceptance either way when a thought just occurred to me.

"Hey, how come it didn't hurt when I was pulled into here like last time?"

"Oh, that's because after the first time your mind is used to being pulled away from your body, don't worry, the others didn't hurt you for no reason."

"Well that's relief," I replied sarcastically, "Well, can I go now? And can I please tell Hermione about this? It's bad for me to keep things from her given my anatomy."

The room flashed to darkness again before the deep male voice sounded once again, "That will be acceptable. However you will not be permitted to speak if others can hear you."

"Thank you, and can I go now?" I asked impatiently, wanting to return my warm bed that was made even warmer by the fact that I had another person to hold.

"You may, and we will be in touch… soon."

And just like that my eyes flew open and I was in a not so dark room, the familiar feeling of Hermione pressed up against my body, her face nestled between my breasts as she slept soundly. I smiled happily down at the brunette and kissed the top of her head softly.

"We have some things discuss soon, my love," I whispered to her before closing my eyes and drifting off to sleep.

Pansy

The sun shining directly in my eyes woke me from my deep sleep, I groaned as I rolled away only to be met with a warm breath on my face. Slowly I opened my eyes and was greeted by a grinning redhead, I smiled sleepily before leaning in and giving her a chaste kiss good morning.

"I could get used to waking up like that…" I sighed happily as I draped my arms awkwardly over the redhead's shoulders.

She moved onto my bed to lay down with me, "I'll have to find out for myself one day."

I kissed her once again, "Don't worry, you definitely will, so long as you stop waking up earlier than me, of course… And I'll be sure to keep the sun out of it for you," I grumbled half-heartedly.

"That wasn't even me!" Ginny defended overdramatically, "It was the damn blond that woke me up earlier this morning," she grumbled.

"God, how early do you girls need to wake up in the mornings," I asked incredulously, "I mean we have a full day of classes today as well!"

The redhead shrugged her shoulders, "Well, she's gone now… And I'm here… And we don't have class for another hour or so," the young girl whispered huskily into my ear before sucking the lobe tenderly.

I half squeaked half moaned at the contact, causing the redhead to giggle happily, somehow the laugh sounded sultry to my ears, and I instantly captured her lips in a frenzied kiss. Our tongues danced together, massaging one another as our bodies pushed against one another, the playfulness being replaced with a hungry need for each other.

I groaned as my now erect penis slid between the redhead's thighs and pressed up against her crotch, a soft gasp from beside me signaled that the girl had felt it too. Her hands slipped from around my waist to breasts, squeezing them softly before tweaking them through my night-gown.

"I think this is in the way," She growled before practically ripping the offending piece of clothing off of my body. Instantly her mouth re-attached to mine as her hands re-found my breasts, I moaned into her mouth as she pinched my nipples, loving the feeling of pleasure that erupted through me.

Slowly she kissed her way down my neck, sucking softly after each kiss, not enough to leave a mark but just enough so I could feel her there. After an agonizingly long wait, her mouth took up residence on my nipple, her tongue running over the erect nub sending pleasure through me once again.

"Fuck… Yes!" I yelped out as Ginny's teeth dug into my nipple, only to be quickly replaced by her tongue, filling me with intense pleasure as the pain was quickly soothed by her warm, soft tongue.

Finally, I decided it was time I reciprocated and quickly started tugging at the young redheads white, silk top, she raised her hands above her head with a dejected sigh and, a little disappointedly granted me access to her own, small breasts. As I took in the sight before me, it really started to hit home just how young Ginny was, and my movements ceased immediately.

I sat bolt upright and started to hyperventilate, as the gravity of the situation came crashing down on me, here I was, about to have sex with my girlfriend, when she was only actually twelve years old. My shaking body stopped instantly as the young girl's hand rested on my cheek, I moved into the touch a warmth spreading throughout my body, emanating from the place she was touching.

"What's wrong, honey?" She asked, her voice and eyes full of concern.

I sighed as I pulled away, quickly getting re-dressed, "We can't… I can't do this… Not yet."

Ginny sat there and stared at me with wide questioning eyes, "Why?"

"Because just look at you, you've barely hit puberty, I mean are you really ready for this kind of relation?" I asked, I already knew the answer, I just hoped she did too.

As she started to glare at me, I instantly knew that the answer she had was incorrect, and I braced myself for the oncoming storm. "Of course I'm bloody ready!" She started to yell at me, "If I wasn't ready I wouldn't be sitting here with my top off!"

I shook my head sadly, "I know you want this, I know you want me, but you are not ready."

"Like hell I'm not, we've already done so much together how is this any different!"

I pinched the bridge of my nose in frustration, "Really think about how you acted when I tried to reciprocate."

Ginny's eyes just grew colder as she stared at me, clearly not thinking about what I was trying to tell her, "What does that have to do with anything!? Just admit that you don't want to do it!?"

I growled at of frustration, not able to stop myself as the anger overcame me, I threw my hand to the side and ripped the bed sheets from every bed in the dorm room before I started screaming. "Of course I don't want to fuck you! Just look at you! Look at how young you are! It's not right," I shook my head, willing myself to calm down before I did something really stupid. "I love you, Ginny, I really do, but you're too young for this, and if you just listened to what I was telling you then you would realize that you are not ready."

Ginny huffed before storming out of the dorm, a few tears sprang to my eyes as the door slammed shut behind her. But I knew that we would get through this, and I was sure that Ginny would end up thanking me for putting a stop to what we were about to do. I just hoped she realized it sooner rather than later.

Ginny

I sat in the Great Hall, just picking at my dinner rather than eating it, I had watched Pansy enter the Great Hall after me, but instead of sitting with me she decided to sit with some other people instead. I was angry with her for leaving me alone at first, but when the people she sat beside said something I couldn't hear before walking away with their food my feelings instantly changed to ones of pain. I may have been angry at the older girl, but I definitely wouldn't want her treated that way.

I turned back to my food and started to listen to the conversations going on around me and was instantly annoyed as there were now two topics of conversation. The ever-growing rumors as to why Hermione and the others had left, some of which were actually pretty close to the truth. But the second topic, however, was what really peeved me off, word had gotten around about mine and Pansy's argument, thankfully people only heard that we were fighting and didn't hear what the fight was about.

The thing was though, everyone was blaming Pansy when they didn't know anything, really it was both of us, we both let our emotions get the better of us. But how could I not when she tells me I'm not ready just so she could hide behind me instead of face her own fear.

I grumbled as I left the Great Hall, I was torn between sitting with Pansy and just leaving, but in the end, I decided a little more time alone might be the best thing for us. If only that didn't mean that Pansy had to suffer at the hands of the other students who had all taken my side in a fight, they knew nothing about.

I stopped abruptly just outside the Great Hall and shook my head, I was being an idiot, this whole thing wasn't that big a deal. I turned around and looked at the lonely Pansy, silently eating her food while the rest of the Gryffindor's glanced and gossiped about her. Then I realized, it doesn't matter if it's me that's not ready or if it's her that's afraid, the fact of the matter is, one of us doesn't want to go through with this… She doesn't want to go through with this.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I came to the conclusion that she must not be as attracted to me as I thought, and maybe, maybe she doesn't like me anymore. I sprinted away from the door to the Great Hall with tears streaming down my face. A part of me knew that I should speak to her, that I should stop running now and turn back, but the bigger, more afraid part of me was in control, and it pushed me back to my dorm room.

I lay in bed with tears streaming down my face as I wondered what I was going to do next, what was going to happen between Pansy and me. But every answer I could think of just hurt me more and more until eventually, I cried myself to sleep.