Title: Emotions
Genre: Mystery/ Romance
Category: Full Story
Summary: Hermione and Blaise are fated to each other. Not by Blaise being a Veela, but Hermione being one! What happens when one day, she just launches onto him, without warning? Will he reciprocate? (Fanon! BlaiseHermione)
Specka: Okay, I know I'm very, very lazy. Thank you to hotkat for reminding me how long. I was on hiatus, but deciding to update a little. So, chapter two.
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Emotions
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Chapter II
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Day One: I Can't Be That Hot, Can I?
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Hermione felt unusually warm. She rubbed the sweat from her eyes and opened them, her lashes sticky and her brown eyes dialating to the light. It was now the prime of her countdown, her birthday only six days away, now. She kicked her covers off successfully after about three or four tries, and rolled out of bed lazily. First, she stopped by her wardrobe, to find what she would be wearing, and grabbing a grey mini skirt and a white collared Gryffindor shirt, her Gryffindor tie, and lay them on her ruffled bed.
She sifted into the bathroom to get a quick shower, quite lazily indeed, to get ready for the week of torture. She knew it would be torture because of assignment and homework, but also for the fact that she had to wait for her birthday. But it wasn't torturous in the sense she was thinking. It was beyond that.
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After taking a cold shower, the heat still radiating and claiming her, she threw on the clothes she had set out for herself and tied her hair up with a red and gold polka dotted ribbon. She carefully slipped into her dress shoes and promptly fell, before steadying a hand on the dresser and slipping her feet into the usually cool, but now not, shoes. She walked over to her bedside dress and grabbed her watch and fastened quickly. She picked up the black and red messenger bag she had thrown down the previous night, slung it across her shoulder, and left her room.
Sitting and ready for class was Blaise Zabini. He was sitting in a chair near the fire; a mess of silky, soot-colored curls met her view first. They were delicate, she had never noticed that fact, and she had an uncontrollable urge to run her fingers through them. She noted his midnight blue eyes ablaze with the luminous glow from the flames that he had been staring at for quite sometime, almost as if he was waiting for her to come out of her room. His head turned slightly as she walked from the door, and she felt like getting down on her hands and knees and creeping past him to fend his gaze, his eyes burning a hole into her forehead. She felt a blush smack her cheeks chastely as Blaise continued staring, his eyes roaming a bit, to check out her attire. Then, they wandered back to her "tickled-pink", embarrassed face, but it was when she reached the door that he quit his stare on her, and threw it back into the fireplace.
'Blaise was quite the mysterious one.' She found herself thinking on the way to breakfast, as her strides quickened in order to feel the cool breeze floating past her, absentmindedly tugging lightly at her tie. 'Gosh, I just put this on! It's all itchy--and hot.' She thought to herself, loosening the noose a little.
She obviously hadn't been paying attention, because before she could comprehend or stop herself, she was pushing the Great Hall open with her spare hand, which had been holding her messenger bag's handle. The sudden push of the door sent the bag skidding across the floor. She sighed, as she picked up her notebook, which had fallen from the folds of the rather light bag. She then found, a bit abnormally, that Blaise Zabini, who hadn't left before she did, was holding her messenger bag, with an annoyed look on his face.
"Are you going to take this?" He asked softly. "I've been holding it for almost five minutes." She blanched, while taking the bag from him and claiming a seat at the scarlet and gold table.
"Five minutes? I was standing there for five minutes!" She asked herself in a low tone.
"Hey, Hermione!" Harry called, as she jolted from the silence around her. She looked up as a grin came across Harry's face.
"Blanked out there? How've you been?" He asked.
She nodded loosely. "Yeah, a little flustered. I'm all right. The Common Room's beautiful, Harry. You'll have to stop by sometime. What's been up with Ron and yourself?" She replied trying to concentrate on Harry's blooming conversation, her breakfast, and the heat gnawing at her, while reaching for her pumpkin juice. Clutching the goblet in her hand, she could see waves forming across the orange-yellow liquid as Hermione's hands shook.
"We've been all r--Hermione, are you okay?" The shaking of her hands had increased, and juice was sloshing out of the sides of the gold goblet, moistening her hands now. Harry's gaze returned worriedly to Hermione's face. Her eyes darted down to the tremor of her hands and she became worried herself, turning pink and shaking her head.
"Fine!" She said, throwing the cup down, hoping it would fall into an upright position, although it didn't really matter too much to her. It toppled over and the Gryffindors around her jumped up, shocked at the sudden spill. She took this time to grab her messenger bag and rush from the Great Hall, her hands shaking with extensive worry and frustration.
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Quickly splashing water into her face, Hermione sighed and watched her reflection balefully as the wet, blue strands curled up. She was fairly pretty; she could say, with deep, rich, almond eyes and a bright smile. She adorned soft, billowy, chocolate curls from her mother and a sense of rationality from her father. The glowing pallor of her skin and the contours of her body were to her liking, it was just how everyone else viewed them was different. And, for the love of God, why she felt so heated up. Hermione took a deep breath and grabbed her messenger bag off of the floor and hurried back into the Common Room.
She threw the door open on the given word, and ran straight into Blaise. She didn't really mind too much any other day, but today she was feeling quite hot and the skin on skin contact wasn't helping her--wasn't soothing the itch--'Although his skin feels like heaven.' She thought, before shaking her head.
She squeezed her eyes closed, confused on what was going on, her thoughts in a full-scale war, her common sense riling with turmoil, but then opened them to see Blaise's deep indigo eyes watching her. He had caught her by her shoulders and had been waiting for a response for a while now. Her body was leaning a bit onto his, which was why the clasp on her shoulders wasn't painful, but the feel of his muscles was making her turn crimson. Blushing, Hermione pulled herself away from him, more overexerted by human contact than she was before. But, it wasn't done with. She felt his hand grabbed her wrist and she felt herself being pulled around to face him. She was leaning more than she should have and almost knocked him over, but he tilted his head down to her, and whispered in her ear quietly. "You seem a little--stuck--today."
Hermione felt like she was going to melt. If his skin was heaven, his voice was torture to her innocent soul, because he was speaking like an angel. His hot breath tickled her ear and spread around her neck. She nodded loosely and walked off, flustered and thinking of Blaise.
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Her Charms class was awfully quiet and Hermione tried furiously to pay attention to the assignment on her hands, reading and writing was all, it was just the temperature around her that was bothering her. She decided that after the class, she would go and research it in the library, because she would faint any sooner than so.
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Hermione had done a wand search of 'Causes of Temperature Changes in the Body' for the books in the library, and come up with two books. One was titled, "Maladies for the Undiagnosed," and the other titled, "The Seven Layers of Hell."Hermione opened the first book, the binding emitting a crack, signaling that the book was almost new.
Flipping through the pages, Hermione could find nothing that would help her. With a loud huff, she reluctantly pulled the much larger and dustier tome towards her.
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The premature stage, also affectionately called, "The Seven Layers of Hell," is a common note in Veelas.
Level One: On the first day of the week before their birthday, the Veela becomes flustered and warm, once having early contact (direct or eye contact) with someone of the opposite sex. The Veela may come upon the same sex, but will act normal for that day. Usually, the Veela will feel overexerted if they come in contact with their mate during the stage.
Level Two: On this day, in occurrence, the attractiveness of the Veela will show. This sense is heightened for the reason of no 'playing hard to get' deal ships will come when it's coming down to the mating. The mate will be attracted to the Veela, but no pursing shall be done until after the coming of age of the Veela.
Level Three: The next day, the Veela will have a heightened sense of smell. Usually, during this period, the most attractive smell will be the Veela's mate, which will not be found out until the gaining of the other five stages.
Level Four: It's the halfway mark of the stage, when the Veela will find the possession of unfamiliar strength, sharp canines, longer nails, and an unusual habit that changes for every person.
Level Five: This is known to be the prime of the hell of being a Veela. On this day, you will receive the activity of being able to respond to anyone who has shown interest in you. This has been known to bring the mate closer to finding the Veela out, and having no difficulty with the Veela.
Level Six: On the day before the birthday of the Veela, the Veela will be able to smell out where their mate is at all times. This scent gets stronger, and to keep the Veela from claiming the mate before being of age, (it has happened) you can only smell the mate if they are among someone else.
Level Seven: It's a wicked surprise that this level rhymes with the word heaven, because it's hell. All of the previously mentioned things increase, and you begin the search for your mate. If the mate is not found in three months (for a male Veela) two months (for a female Veela), the Veela will enter into a stage where they will get paler and paler, until they look sickly and they will die. This has never happened in any case, however--
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Hermione shut the tome. She wasn't looking on an intellectual on a Veela; she wanted to know why she felt so damn hot! She returned the two tomes and grabbed her bag, which felt immensely heavy, as she lugged herself out of the library. She began her trek towards the Arithmancy Tower, but had barely gotten out of the library before collapsing. She saw Madam Pince rush over to her. She tried to speak but her voice was scratchy. In one red flash, she was unconscious.
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Emotions
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Chapter II
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Day One: I Can't Be That Hot, Can I?
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