"If I love you; is that a fact or a weapon?"
Hermione had never been in a long lasting relationship before. Her affection towards her beloved girlfriend was impenetrable; despite the prickly introduction and awkward year at Hogwarts, their natural curiosity and love for magical theory brought them together.
Well past the two year mark, their childlike first-crush developed into a passionate love affair and then the unthinkable happened.
The Dark Lord accumulated an army of magical creatures from across Europe…and the Veela responded.
It made her heart shatter for Hermione to imagine her beloved's clan, standing opposed to her home, friends and family in battle. Would they face her with contempt? Anger or arrogance?
But that was the way of the Veela. The witch learned it early on. So self confident and egotistical; possessive yet loving. Hermione began to notice how easily she and Fleur fell into arguments, and the slightest thing could set either of them off.
But that was relationships…right?
The battle raged viciously; flashes of light illuminated parts of the char stained walls as bodies lay left and right of the hallways. Students that remained tried to survive the bloodshed, falling debris and vicious creatures that swarmed throughout the castle grounds.
Giants, acromantula, trolls, werewolves and…Veela.
A gust of wind swept the tail end of a group bombarding the entrance to the great hall, bodies thrown asunder in its wake. The powerful wings of the mighty creature carried her willfully into another dive; her target in sight.
"You will surrender to ze righteous power!" Her voice was thunderous, her eyes black and teeth bare. "You will submit to me, witch!"
"Never you selfish, condescending Veela!" The rebel teen threw back gleefully with a wave of her wand. A spiral of green light shot upward as the brunette woman hurdled over another pile of crumbled concrete and shattered wood. She enchanted her shoes to boost her natural physique and even managed to sticky charm her way up and over an archway.
The Veela in pursuit dodged the attack.
"We had something once, Fleur. It was youthful, innocent but meaningful. How could you forget?"
"Ze day we met was ze 'appiest of my life mon amour."
With a crash, the stone concaved heavily as the creature landed with lustre; a golden halo of hair surrounded her shoulders as her posterior limbs came to rest. With arms spread and eyes sparkled, hands came forward to unleash powerful flames of hellfire upon her target.
"And every day since?" Hermione held a strong Protego, the glimmer like shield easily held off the attack.
"My love for you 'as grown unfa'zomably." The blonde admitted with a soft toned voice. Eyes darkened with unresolved emotion. "It is immeasurable. No matter our current situation…nor ze sides we 'old."
Hermione had to steel herself before she switched from defensive to offensive spellwork. Her wand flung left and right, patterns woven before her in hopes to offset her wandless opponent.
"You're so set in your ideals, you forget what we were meant to be! Together! On the same side too!"
"I 'ave accepted ze tru'z. You should too." Fleur egotistically replied. "I am stronger."
"You're such a bitch!"
"Now now ma petite fille. We do not need to resort to insults."
Hermione chuckled darkly as she took cover behind a large wooden door; the chunk likely blown from the frame not moments before. She gripped her wand tightly before non-verbally wove a spell over her torso.
"Aw, and here I thought you enjoyed my sharp tongue, Fleur." The witch slowly walked a few paces into the open. Eyes of her assailant immediately fixed on her body. "It's my best quality after all."
"You are not wrong mon ange." A blast of light caused the blonde creature to snarl at the blinding effect but otherwise Fleur felt nothing from the seemingly illusion spell. It was but a moment of confusion that allowed Hermione to vanish.
The Veela roared and took to the air!
A powerful shake threw the foundation of the centuries old castle. Harry, Ron and Ginny had to stabilise themselves or be thrown down the staircase with loose stone and a cloud of dust. The young witch took the chance to throw two pursuing Death Eaters off their trail with a well timed Depulso.
As they rounded the corner and came upon the isolated battle, eyes found the two women locked in a tense physical standoff. Hands interlocked, anger fueled faces inches from the other and eyes lit with an intense fiery passion.
"What in Merlin's beard are they fighting about now?" Ron accused angrily, eyebrows furrowed.
"I don't…" Harry began, eyes open for any unwanted attack from behind. They still had a horde of Snatchers, werewolves, and who knows what else outside the walls.
"You will admit zat my desire for you is ze more powerful between us 'Ermione!" Fleur growled through clenched teeth, as her strength began to dominate the human witch. Hermione was stubborn though and refused to give in even an inch.
"And have you gloat for the rest of the afternoon? Never!" She pushed back harder. "I love you Fleur! Including your stubbornly fine ass but certainly not any less than you!"
"Non! I love you more zan any'zing else on zis accursed ear'z! And I will prove it every day!"
"Listen here you little shit..!"
An explosive blast from the side threw the two hard headed enemies into a pile of crumbled stone and ash by Ginny; red faced, heavy breaths and wand arm tensely stiff.
"Knock it off you fucking useless lesbians! There is a war going on here!"
"But mon amour doesn't understand 'ow much I love 'er!" The child-like whine came from the downed Veela, soon followed by flailing limbs in a tantrum-like manner.
Unable to get her way, nor her point across, the blonde haired creature, in all her ash stained glory, began to throw a fit like any misbehaving child of five years or younger.
Hermione brushed off the dust and muck, blatantly ignorant of the scene her love was making and took in the destruction around them. There was so much to do and they'd wasted enough time.
"I'll give you a kiss if you start acting your age Fleur." Hermione felt the woosh of air and an innocently grinning blonde haired being at her side, wings arced and at the ready.
"At your service, ma belle."
Bonus scene:
Numerous Veela lounged around the courtyard space. Taken positions upon fallen stone pillars, half broken ledges or reformed piles of debris. Some inspected their nails, others combed and preened each other's feathered appendages while the few more enthused took turns to fireball any rogue wizard that appeared over the rubble; clearly bored out of their minds.
The score was 5 - 2 to Victorique for those mildly intrigued.
Apolline inspected her hair with a fine tooth comb. She feared a spec of ash had fallen upon the gold shimmering locks while she was momentarily distracted with a mid sized acromantula earlier.
Light footsteps caught an ear and she glanced over her shoulder. A dark robed bald wizard approached slowly. His normally neutral expression pressed in lines of confusion and aggravation.
"What are you doing?" The infamous dark lord waved his arm around like a child. Wand so delicately cradled. "You are part of my army; you are to storm this castle and capture all students, kill rebels and find me Harry Po…"
"We will be doing no such zing." She calmly wiped the non-existent dust from her hands with a soft smile. "But zank you for ze free transport to 'Ogwarts. We missed our beloved 'Ermione. You can go now."
And with a dismissive wave of her hand, the Dark Lord Voldemort flew back through the archway and down approximately 207 steps leading to the boathouse and subsequent Black Lake. A row boat would, no doubt, be awaiting him.
"Can we go see 'Ermione now Madam?" Apolline looked down at the younger Veela with a gleeful smile. All eyes on them both.
"Of course. Zey will need our assistance to clean up zis trash filled school. Altoge'zer now ladies."
Midmoon Kitsune out!