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: It's getting intense. I changed the character profile and looks for some people, but oh well. And I made Hermione's middle name to Elizabeth. Cause it's a cool middle name. But, Hermione will find out she's a Veela and question, and--oh, I'll let you read about it.
Thanks a ton for the reviews! And to answer some questions...
1. How can Hermione be a Veela if she's muggle-born? Aren't they magical creatures?Will she have to register with the ministry since technically she isn't completely human? Well, first you'll find out how Hermione is a Veela, second, they are magical, and with her having to register with the Ministry, there are way too many Veelas for them all to be kept track of, especially when some don't know and when some of them are having tons of children. So, yeah. Hope that covers it.
2. So I'm guessing she has NO idea about her being a Veela? None whatsoever. Until now.
3. ...And what is Fanon? Hm. Fanon is according to the fan's perspective of the characters and Canon is the book's perspective of the characters. :)
4. Who doesn't love Fanon!Blaise? No one. :)))
Disclaimer: No ownage.
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Emotions
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Chapter III
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Day Two: Hermione Elizabeth Colton
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Hermione blinked tentatively. Where was she? The last thing she remembered was reading the Veela book, feeling hot again, leaving the library--oh. She hadn't even gotten out of the library. She had fainted. Sitting up, she winced and ran a hand through her hair. Every window in the infirmary was open, the sun shining through, and the white walls weren't exactly compliant to her sensitivity of light. She scanned the infirmary quickly, before seeing the nurse rush towards her.
"Oh, dearie! You're awake. You had quite a temperature, one hundred and four. Take this--and this should help with any pending headaches." She said, handing Hermione two flasks and sending her on her way.
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She had found out that she missed Arithmancy and Potions last night, but her absence had been a good reason. Returning to her Common Room, she found that all of her belongings were sitting in a neat pile by the fireplace, which included her black and red messenger bag, her silver cloak, and the Gryffindor ribbon in her hair. She walked over and bunched the possessions in her arms, walking over to her room.
When she dumped them on her bed, she had a sudden realization. She wasn't hot anymore. And she hadn't taken any potion. She remembered she was supposed to take one, so she opened the designated flask and took a test sip, not too keen on the taste, being a cross between cherries, peppermints, and garlic. She'd have to brush her teeth extra hard to get the sickening taste out of her mouth. Making sure the potions were capped correctly, she left them on her bed so she could shower.
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After showering, Hermione took out a grey miniskirt, a white button-up shirt, a grey vest, and her Gryffindor tie. After essentials, she pulled on the grey miniskirt, then the white button-up shirt. She tied her red and gold tie before pulling the vest over her head. She hung her silver cloak on the back of her door, and grabbed her hair brush off of her vanity. She brushed her hair and French braided it, before tying the end with a black ribbon.
She sorted her messenger bag from the contents on her bed, took a small sip of the Headache potion, because she knew she couldn't take it if it happened in class, and it was a bright blue and tasted like peppermints. After getting her things in order and setting the potions on her nightstand, she left for breakfast.
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Entering the Great Hall, she quickly took her seat at the Gryffindor Table, next to Parvati and Lavender and across from Ginny. She waved to the boys on the other side of Ginny. Neville came back with a cheery, "Good morning, Hermione," Seamus and Dean barely got out a "Gammoning, 'Mione," from their eggs and bacon, Harry greeted her with a wave, and Ron nodded his head to indicate that he knew she was here.
"Hermione!" The smaller, redheaded girl exclaimed. "Today's a Hogsmeade weekend!" Hermione racked her brain and it registered that today, was indeed a Saturday. And her birthday only five days. Hermione brightened. Ginny had gotten taller than before, only a few inches shorter than Hermione. Her bright red hair was straight and shiny and her bright brown eyes were rimmed with dark lashes.
"Sounds great!" She expressed to Ginny. Lavender smiled at the brunette. Lavender had short, blonde hair that stopped at her shoulders and clear, sky blue eyes. She was currently wearing mascara and lipstick, and chatting incessantly to Parvati about some things she planned on buying in Hogsmeade.
Parvati's black hair reached the small of her back and her sparkling, brown eyes emphasized her dark skin tone as well as her tan makeup. She seemed to be listening and commenting quite heavily to Lavender's talk and could be easily mistaken for what some people call a 'material girl.'
"So, it's all four of us, right?" Parvati asked. Ginny pumped an enthusiastic fist in the air, Lavender nodded confidently, and Hermione grinned. They all shared a smile before indulging in the warm, wonderful breakfast laid out before them and took it in happiness. At that moment, at least. For now.
♥
Outside the Great Hall, Ginny, Hermione, Lavender, and Parvati were walking towards Gryffindor Tower, when a group of Seventh Year Ravenclaw boys walked up to them. Lavender and Parvati were giggling amongst themselves, Ginny and Hermione didn't seem to care too much, and the boys just stared at Hermione and Ginny. One of them spoke up as three of them ran, leaving just two of them. The question was directed at Hermione and Ginny, although both boys had a mysterious look on their faces when they glance at Hermione.
"Would you two girls enjoy accompanying us to Hogsmeade on this fine day?" He asked, a grin on his face. He wasn't too bad looking, but he wasn't drop dead gorgeous. Ginny laughed and Hermione scowled slightly at the interference of their plans.
"No thanks." Ginny said.
"Yeah, maybe some other time." Hermione finished, before Ginny restarted the way to Gryffindor Tower. Lavender and Parvati were shocked and held looks of sheer surprise, but Hermione followed Ginny down the hallway and towards the staircase on the Entrance Hall floor.
"No? Ginny, are you crazy?" Parvati exclaimed, facing both girls. Lavender joined the disagreement as well.
"Ravenclaws are the hottest!" Lavender followed. Hermione rolled her eyes with a sigh.
"Today is our weekend! We're not ditching it for some Ravenclaws!" Ginny said to the two. Hermione nodded. "Besides, it was us they were asking, you know. We weren't comfortable with it." Lavender and Parvati frowned.
"Fine." They chimed together, and walked off. Ginny and Hermione shrugged to each other.
"Oh, Ginny. I've got to stop by my Common Room and grab my cloak." Hermione noted. Ginny nodded.
"Go. I'll go and get my stuff and meet you in the Entrance Hall in twenty minutes. Is that okay?" The brunette nodded and the two friends went separate ways.
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Hermione said the password and waited for the portrait to open before stepping inside. She nodded a hello to Blaise, who had looked up upon her entrance. He was sitting there, hands clasped in his hair, seemingly deep in thought, his navy eyes inattentive to the other occupants of the room. There were quite a few of the Prefects in the room, and Hermione eyed Blaise.
"Meeting?" He nodded. "It's done, though." She nodded, and moved over a bit to reach her room. The Ravenclaw Prefect, Anthony Goldstein grabbed her wrist and whirled her around, a smile on his face.
"Hello, Hermione."
"Hi Anthony. Look, I'm kinda busy--"
"Aw, you can't be! Not for me? Say, I was thinking we could go to Hogsmeade together." Hermione shook her head.
"Anthony, I'm really quite busy." She said, trying to push her way around him. He grabbed her wrists and jerked her close to him.
"Come on then, Hermione. Lay one on me."
"Get off of me!" She exclaimed, and now, the rest of the Prefects were looking on, laughing. The dark haired boy grinned and looked down at Hermione.
"Go ahead, Hermione. You know you want to." Without warning, he pressed his lips to hers callously, surfacing tears. She couldn't get him off, he held her wrists, and she couldn't kick out without threatening to fall, because he had her on an angle. Damn him. She struggled against him, but to no avail. His lips ravaged her own, biting and tearing and snapping, his tongue becoming a problem as air seeped out of Hermione's mouth.
"Stop it..." She said softly, because of a lack of voice, partly as well as running out of air, as tears fell down her reddened cheeks. And then--the pressure on her lips and around her wrists lessened.
"I believe--" A cool voice said from behind Anthony. "--that she told you to get off of her."
Hermione looked through blurred eyes to see a dark mass of curly hair. 'Blaise,' she identified.
"What business is it of yours, Zabini?" Anthony asked, confirming Hermione's identification. She heard a laugh.
"Harassing my Co-Head, the person that I've go to work with for the rest of the year, and is head over you. I'd say it has a lot to do with me and I'm not about to let you and your hormone-controlled friends take advantage of her." She could barely see Blaise tug Anthony away from her, as she fell to her knees.
"Hey, lay off! Just trying to have some fun." Anthony said. Blaise riled up, and many of the guys backed off or left the Common Room.
"Fun? It's fun to force girls into doing things they don't want to? It's fun to do things that would get you expelled from this school?" Anthony leered at Blaise.
"Fine. I'll lay off your girlfriend." Anthony turned, with the others that dared to stay, left the Common Room. Blaise walked over to Hermione and extended a hand. She took his hand, as he pulled her up, and she stumbled into his arms. She didn't care, but leaned her head onto his chest.
"Thanks. Thanks a lot." She said quietly.
He nodded and patted her back softly. She sniffed quietly and rubbed her eyes. Accepting another thank you, Blaise sat back on the couch. Hermione stared at him for a while, his face ridged in thought, before remembering what she had come to do. She walked up the stairs and across the balcony to her room door and pushed it open.
Welcomed with the coolness of her room, Hermione's eyes panned the room as they landed on the back of the door. She walked over, grabbed her silver cloak off the hanger and slid it on. She searched her drawers until she found her money sack, and dropped it on the bed. She pulled a list of things to buy from another drawer and put it there as well.
She took out the textbooks from her messenger bag and piled them on her beside dresser, while stuffing her money bag, her list, an extra, bright blue cloak, and her wand in the messenger bag.
She did enjoy living in the Head dorms. Her room was furnished beautifully. Her carpeting was black, which matched the colors of the walls, which were also splattered white. Directly in front of the door was her bed, with sparkling grey canopies, black bed sheets and white pillows. There was a vanity to the left, next to a door which Hermione found out lead to a room. It was an invisible walled-room, to which Hermione could walk to the Head Boy's room. The boundaries were outlined in a heavy metallic color, so it could be recognized day or night. On the right side of Hermione's room was a large closet and a dresser next to it, filled with her clothes. On the left of her bed was a small table upon which rested her textbooks.
After picking up her messenger bag and putting it on her shoulder, she left her room.
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Standing in the Common Room was Draco Malfoy. Blaise seemed to be in his room. She nodded in his direction with a "Hello, Draco," and continued down the steps. They had formed a mutual relationship seeming that he would be spending a great deal of time here, Blaise being his friend and him being a Prefect.
"Hermione. Dumbledore wanted to see you." She nodded, but Draco grasped her arm. She turned around and found herself precariously close to the Slytherin than was needed at the moment. His normally clear, stone grey eyes were now dark and disturbed and his silvery-blonde hair fell across his eyes and hit the tip of his collar.
"Watch yourself, Hermione. I know what's going on. I'm not stupid and neither are you." He told her quietly. She gave him a questioning look, admiring his eyes. They were an original, genetic grey. He had beautiful eyes, for a boy.
'Wait, Draco's eyes?' She thought, finding that she wasn't uncomfortable with the closeness between Draco and herself.
"You know what's going on. Pay attention to everything, Hermione, and you'll understand." She felt her mind go hazy. She placed her hands softly on the sides of his face, and drew him closer to her. He shook his head.
"You can't--" He said, before unwillingly allowing his lips to crash with hers.
Hermione had no feeling whatsoever for the Slytherin. She didn't know why she had encouraged him, or why he had allowed her to kiss him, but she didn't care. Her hands slipped through his sleek, blonde hair and she felt his arms starting to push her away.
That's exactly what she had wanted to do. But, she didn't have any control of this--she didn't even register the fact that Draco was warning her, not trying to get with her, but she wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Stop it--Hermione, you can't---control yourself!" He exclaimed, and it felt like someone had just swung a hammer at Hermione's head, because she sprang away from him, her breath caught in her throat. She shook her head confusedly.
"You're a Veela." He told her quietly. It made little sense to Hermione. She shook her head again, before running from the Common Room.
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Hermione found herself panting and near tears in front of Dumbledore's office. She began randomly sprouting candy names.
"Fizzing Whizbees. Chocolate Frogs. Lemon Drops." The gargoyle moved aside and Hermione almost sprinted up the stairs to his office.
Dumbledore was sitting calmly at his desk and looked up with a smile as Hermione frantically entered.
"Miss Granger, do have a--"
"Am I a Veela?" She asked, her voice raspy.
"Well--"
"Yes, or no, Professor? Just tell me!" She exclaimed, sitting down in the chair. She dropped her head in her hands.
"Yes." At that, Hermione let out a shriek into her hands, as muffled sobs followed.
"Miss Granger, you must understand that it's not as bad as you think." Suddenly, Hermione realized why she had felt so hot. Her birthday was in six days and she had been suffering from the stages. No wonder Anthony Goldstein had suddenly decided to launch himself onto her. She sniffled and looked up, her head leaning comfortingly on her palm.
"How?" She asked. Professor Dumbledore nodded grimly.
"Yes. Well, I have already contacted your parents about it and they told me an interesting story. You see, in the first of Dark Wars, the Muggle cities were running amuck. It seemed that Death Eaters had come and invaded Muggle London. Well, upon invasion, many muggles were taken hostage, but a few were killed. Women were known to be kept." He took a breath, before continuing.
"Well, one particular muggle was destined on getting out. She bribed the Death Eaters and they came to a compromise. That if she had a child, they would take it, but it would have to be by a pureblood, in exchange for her freedom. She accepted. This woman wasn't your descendant at all."
"Her child was a female. She gave the girl away, in turn for the half-blood to be adopted by purebloods. The girl married a Veela, then had three children, one among was a squib, a Veela, and lived in the Muggle world. It was a girl, named Marina Loreto. Marina married a muggle man, but had the children of your grandfather, James Colton. But, since she was married to the muggle, the children went under the surname of Granger. And one of those children was your mother."
"How come my mother wasn't a Veela, then?" Hermione asked, a bit calmer than before.
"The Veela trait seems to have the consistency to--ah, jump generations on few occasions. Your own children could be Veelas, or your grandchildren. It's all genetic. But Miss Granger, your grandmother was keen on helping you out with this situation. Marina wasn't as compliant as we thought, so she'll be staying with you at Hogwarts after your birthday. She will be here when your birthday comes." Hermione nodded.
"So, my grandmother is Marina Loreto, but my grandfather is really this James Colton. So, I'm not even a Granger. I'm not a muggleborn." She said softly. Professor Dumbledore looked at her with a sadness in his eyes before nodding. He moved from his desk and gave her a reassuring pat on the back.
"You're actually a half-blood, because Mister Colton was pureblood and Miss Loreto was a squib. If you'd like me to arrange something with Mister Colton, or have me call you Miss Colton, you may." Hermione looked dumbfounded for a second, before turning to the aged professor.
"Yes. I would appreciate it if you called me Miss Colton, and if you could arrange a meeting with my grandfather. I'll just owl my parents about it when I get back to my dorms."
"If that is all you required to know, you can leave." She nodded. "I was aware that it was a very nice Hogsmeade day."
She lofted her bag on herself again and left.
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Ginny was tapping her feet, looking extremely annoyed in the Entrance Hall when Hermione got there.
"Hermione Elizabeth Granger, I can't believe you're five minutes late! What happened?" Thoughts and feelings rushed into Hermione's head and she shook her head quickly.
"Not now. I'll tell you in the carriage."
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As soon as the carriages started up, Hermione blurted it out.
"I'm a Veela." Ginny looked at her oddly.
"My grandmother's a Veela and so am I. I'm not even Hermione Granger...I should be Hermione Colton, but that's another story for another time. And the second stage of being a Veela is attracting males, which would explain the Ravenclaws. And in the Common Room, Anthony Goldstein kissed me. And it wasn't--quite nice." She stopped, tears filling her eyes. Ginny rubbed her back consolingly.
"Blaise--surprisingly got him off of me. And then--" Ginny nodded to get her to continue.
"Oh, Ginny I made so many mistakes today." The girl sobbed, hugging Ginny. Ginny patted her back softly.
"I'll show you when we get back to the castle." She said softly.
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Hogsmeade wasn't too eventful. All in all, Hermione managed to avoid most of the male population, dodging crowds and running into shops. She and Ginny had good fun, but nothing overboard.
It all came crashing back when Hermione entered her bedroom. Ginny sat on her bed as Hermione rummaged through her drawers and pulled out a metal object shaped like a heart. It was painted black and in grey carving on the front it said, "Hermione."
She opened it and inside, it was a red sea. Swirls of red and black floated around, and Hermione waved her wand around it. Ginny tentatively stuck her hand inside and disappeared.
♥
When Ginny's body fell back onto Hermione's bed, she jumped up and embraced the girl.
"Oh Hermione..." She said, the girl just hugging Ginny. "I know it must have been confusing as hell. First, that prick Goldstein and then--" Hermione interrupted her.
"That whole incident with Draco was completely and entirely my fault. That affect isn't supposed to happen yet, not until two days away from my birthday. Look, Ginny. It's been really hard on me."
"What about your grandmother? What happened with her?" Ginny asked curiously, sitting on Hermione's bed and looked up at the girl.
"Well, her parents were a Veela and a half-blood. She was actually a Veela after, and was born a squib. So, living in the muggle world, she married my grandfather, but had the children of this guy James Colton. But, the children were in the Granger custody, so they took his name. And, I'm Hermione Elizabeth Colton, half-blood." She said. Ginny looked awed.
"My grandmother's going to come to Hogwarts on my birthday to help me out. And Professor Dumbledore said he could pull some strings to get in a meeting with my grandfather, Colton."
"But, Hermione. What about your mate?" The girl looked stuck.
"I don't know. I don't particularly like having someone in my life that I can't chose and can't live without." She said, rubbing her temples.
"Ginny, could you tell Harry and Ron for me? I don't think I could." The redheaded girl nodded, before standing up.
"Let's hope you figure this out, Hermione. Your mate could be anyone. Even Professor Snape." She joked, making Hermione grimace.
"Let's hope it's not him. Let's hope I get lucky, and get a kind, sweet guy." She said, picking up her textbook and notebook for History of Magic. The two walked out of the room to see Blaise on the couch.
"Hi Blaise!" Ginny waved enthusiastically. Hermione laughed as the tanned boy turned red, before standing up on the couch and exclaimed, "Hey Ginny! I don't think they heard you in Africa!" Ginny blushed and Hermione laughed, before walking out of the Common Room, the door slightly ajar as Blaise chased them away.
"Blaise is a character." Hermione joked, her laughter dying down. Suddenly, Ginny looked up, a thoughtful expression on her face.
"What if Blaise was your mate?" Ginny said, stopping Hermione in her tracks. The girl turned slowly, a weird look on her face, as if she was imagining the thought of spending the rest of her life with him. She gave Ginny a confused look before letting a look of neutrality settle as she continued down the hall a bit.
"Then being a Veela wouldn't be too bad," She said, as she and Ginny separated ways, not noticing that the Common Room door was now closed. And that there was someone on the other side of the door smiling to himself.
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Emotions
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Chapter III
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Day Two: Hermione Elizabeth Colton
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