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: I've decided to answer questions, so it wouldn't count as replying to review. Just a little question answering. And I just want to thank Michelle for her super long review(if you don't know who you are, Michelle, you're Trory4ever) and this wasn't too long of a wait. I just wanted to let people have a chance to review.
Also, I was nominated at dramione. for the He Had It Coming awards...Vote for me and for Elena Faye. And vote for Elena Faye at Thanks! And I posted this story on but it is a D/Hr/B there, and rated NC-17. Read at risk.
1. So, Hermione found out but how does Draco know? Very intelligent question...which I will answer for you now. See, Draco is a smart boy. He knows the side effects of things. Otherwise, he just mostly recognized the side effects of Hermione's condition to the Veela ones. It would be kinda weird if you felt hot all day and no snap of a sickness was around. So, there.
2. Why does Hermione kiss Draco if he's not her mate? See, the effects of the Veela stage she's in make guys attracted to her, but the reason she kisses Draco is because she isn't close to him, needs to take the frustration out a bit, and because she knows he won't care. You'll understand if you read this chapter.
Also, a few of you asked about any other Fanon!Blaise and Veela!Hermione fics. I found a few.
Mmkay, first, a website solely BlaiseDraco, DracoHermione, BlaiseHermione, or all of the above. Which I have posted the all of the above version of this story.
Not So Human Nature by Tinas74 (Is a Veela!Blaise and Hermione fic which I thought was written beautifully. One of the first HP fictions I have ever read.)
Recessive by catsphoenix (Is the Veela!Draco, Veela!Blaise, and Hermione fic that started this fic. I must say, this far along Blaise and Hermione get a ton of action... Really good read! Has an AFF version under the same name!)
If you want a really good BlaiseHermione story period, check this out.
Damsel in Distress by rosesinbloom (Is a really quirky, funny story of BlaiseHermione with the pairs DracoRon, which I wasn't liking but was written well, and HarryPansy. Aside from Terry Boot's slight obsession with Hermione, all is well.)
Other than those, there are a ton of DracoHermione ones, because I know a bunch of you are great big DHr fans. You must be. I'm a fanatic. Even though I'm literally in love with Blaise Zabini. :) And someone asked for a few links. I recommend these fics...
Damn Veela Blood by ShadowFairy101(Is enlightening. I really liked it. I mean, really.)
The Hijacking of Hermione Granger by Plastraa (Is a commonly read Veela fic which retains it's goodness.)
Trials of Affliction and Light Sleeping by Padfoot the Marauder (Is one I am still reading, but is really awesome. I love it a ton and don't want to give anything away. But, just because Draco and Harry have a few scenes, it doesn't mean Draco and Hermione don't and it certainly doesn't mean the fic is DH. Just read and trust me.)
Disclaimer: No ownage.
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Emotions
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Chapter IV
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Day Three: Some Surprises
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Another day, another sickness. Hermione woke up and immediately smelled something completed delightful. She wondered briefly if her covers had been sprayed with it, but it smelled like lemons, whiskey, and bubblegum, which was a hard scent to obtain. Sliding out of bed, Hermione lazily walked over to her wardrobe and pulled out a black skirt, a white-collared shirt, her Gryffindor tie, and her robes, and set them out on her bed. Sighing slightly and resting a hand on her forehead, she felt the heat rise in her cheeks from the smell and reached to find the potion Madam Pomfrey had given her. After gulping it and capping it back up, she sent it on the beside table and readied herself for a bath to calm.
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As she walked into the bathroom, Blaise and Draco sat in the Common Room, talking about god knows what. She felt her nose infiltrate with the smell, her eyes watering from the power of it. She stepped into the bathroom and shook her head. So, it was either Draco or Blaise. Either Blaise or Draco was emitting that wonderful smell that made her eyes water and her chest ache with need. It made so much sense to say Draco. She had to admit the blonde boy was very attractive and she had indeed acted on this before with him. But, it made sense to say Blaise as well, because she remembered how simple sentences from the Slytherin's mouth had turned her to mush and how her nerves imploded when she was around him.
After finishing her shower, she walked out into the hallway and saw no trace of either Slytherin, so retreated into her room to get dress. While pulling her tie taut, but comfortable around her neck, she almost choked herself in the shock of the smell she was taking in. The smell, heavy smell, of arousal, the scent of the liquid of release, and the smell of lemons, whiskey, and bubblegum mixing with the smell of cologne and oranges. She felt quite flustered, as if she was picturing what was going on between the scents that had infiltrated her nose.
She raced over the balcony, towards the stairs, not able to even dream up what Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini were doing in the confines of the room. After exiting her Common Room, she headed over to breakfast with the Gryffindors, all of them greeting her quite warmly for her absence. Yet, Hermione's eyes couldn't help wandering to the two empty seats at the Slytherin Table to which Blaise and Draco sat. Harry gave her a slight look, before tugging her hand to pull her away from the table.
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Once outside, Harry turned to Hermione. His eyes watched her as she averted his and looked at her feet, which she was tapping on the wet grass. She sniffed slightly, wrinkling her nose at the scent. The smell of soap and a strawberry morning pastry lingered on Harry's person. He called her name softly and her eyes shot up to met his distressed ones.
"Harry, what's--"
"Hermione, what's wrong with you?" He asked. She shifted uncomfortably, before looking at him.
"Harry--I, you'll hate me." She said softly, her eyes brimming with tears. He shook his head and grasped one of her hands lightly in his own.
"I could never hate you for being a Veela, if you're worried! That's like asking Malfoy to fall in love with you!" She flushed, but Harry didn't notice. He looked at her worriedly and she shook her head and gave his a nervous smile.
"That's just it, Harry. My mate." At this, Harry's face became tense.
"It couldn't be---Malfoy?" Hermione was quiet, and Harry took that as an answer.
"Impossible! You hate him--and Ron--poor bloke will be devastated! Hermione--I mean, there isn't--"
"Harry, wait!" She interrupted. "It's either Malfoy or Zabini." Harry scowled and gave the brunette witch a slightly appalled look.
"Like that makes it any better. There's still the chance it's a Slytherin. Are you sure?"
"Positive. It only happens when I'm around either of them. I go crazy." The last bit she added as Harry quirked a questioning brow. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder.
"Just know that Ron, Ginny, and I would never hate you, Hermione. We care for you far too much to quit on you when the going gets tough." He smiled at her, walking back up to the castle. She saw the swarm of students heading to their respective Common Rooms and glanced at her watch.
"Holy Merlin, Harry! I've missed History of Magic!" She slapped him on the arm and he winced. He let out a precautious grin which Hermione returned, despite her mock-anger at missing a very boring class. As she was walking towards the Gryffindor Tower with Harry, Professor Dumbledore appeared from around the corner and beckoned her and Harry.
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As they sat down in Dumbledore's office, Hermione discreetly smelt perfume and lilies and was giving Dumbledore an odd look, because she hadn't smelt it while with Harry. He smiled at her, before speaking.
"As I am aware, Miss Gran--Colton," At this, Harry raised an eyebrow while Hermione shot him a look clearly stating 'I'll tell you later,' "Today is the day you have an heightened or increased sense of smell. As I am also aware of the fact that there are many smells in Hogwarts consist with the people. Would you like to share?" She gave him an odd look.
"Well, um--Everyone seems to smell quite nicely...aside from that annoying grease Professor Snape insists on using, it's quite bothersome and I think I'm allergic. And the hallways are quite smelly after Quidditch--it seems some of the players should resort to wearing diapers. And this was merely the tryouts..." Dumbledore was smiling at her. "And I've noticed--" She flushed. "Professor, have you got a new perfume? Or is someone in here? Cause it smells like a different person-but I don't see anyone."
"Ah, but Miss Colton. I haven't called you here to speak about your day of enticing and gross smells. If you will..." She was confused on his last remark, but gasped when a woman appeared in a chair next to Harry. She grinned.
"Grandmamma!" She exclaimed, hugging the Veela woman and kissing both of her cheeks. Marina Loreto was a fine Veela specimen. She had long, shimmery black hair, which didn't look like it had aged at all, and bright brown eyes. She nodded politely at Harry, who was mesmerized by her looks.
"Aha, Hermione, my dear, it seems I have this affect on even your generation!" The woman let out a bubbling laugh, before simmering and setting up a straight face.
"As fun as it is to see my granddaughter, I must say, I'm not here for that, young Veela. I'm here to help. And in case you were wondering, my invisibility was my level four special talent and if you're determined a good Veela, you and your mate remain forever young and immortal." Hermione perked at this, finding it amazing that the distinct perspective of your intentions can decide between life or death.
"Well, if you're wondering why your grandfather isn't here, I'm allowed to be away from him with the control I have and this." Marina withdrew a pendant from around her neck that had been concealed by the neckline of her shirt. It was a sapphire set in a silver, diamond lined frame, which hung on a delicate chain around her neck. Marina reached into her pocket and pulled out a ring. It was beautiful, silver and diamond set like the frame of the necklace, and had a sapphire inside. Marina handed it to Hermione.
"Once you come of age, give this to someone you can trust to remember to put it on." At that statement, Hermione dropped the ring and Harry caught and extended it to her. She shook her head.
"You didn't even know I was going to drop it. You caught it, I trust you, so remember, Harry." The messy-haired wizard smiled at his friend and pocketed the pretty ring.
"Well, Hermione. I see that you've encountered the smell portion so far, considering. I may even have to tell that git Severus to wash his hair." Hermione giggled at Marina's antics, before remembering.
"Wait, Grandmamma, you're a squib!" Marina smiled at her granddaughter for her intelligence.
"Yes, I am, dearie. But being a Veela gives you an extra reserve of magic and I was enrolled into Hogwarts at thirteen, when it would reach enough for me to use it without drainage. You had the magic, Hermione. That's why you got a letter at eleven, like everyone else." Hermione grinned.
"Miss Colton, Marina will be sharing a room I have placed off in the invisible corridor. Only those who seek it shall find it. So, you and Mister Potter can escort her there." Professor Dumbledore nodded at them, signaling their departure.
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Arriving at the portrait, Hermione spoke the password and allowed her grandmother entry before her. Hermione watched Draco and Blaise's eyes avert to the door and looked shocked to see Marina standing there. Hermione turned scarlet as seeing them sitting next to each other on the couch. Draco spoke up.
"Hey, whose that, Hermione?" The blonde inquired. Hermione sighed.
"Draco, Blaise, this is my grandmother, Marina Loreto. She'll be staying in the invisible corridor, Blaise. And Grandmamma, this is Blaise Zabini, the Head Boy, and Draco Malfoy, the Slytherin Prefect." The woman greeted them kindly as Hermione and Harry headed up towards the balcony staircase.
Entering the corridor, Harry jumped.
"Relax, Harry. It's like a see-through room, except they can't see us." Hermione closed her eyes, in hope of her grandmother's room appearing, and a small, two-foot door appeared, reading, 'Marina Loreto,' on the front. Hermione looked puzzled, before pulling the knob. It didn't budge. Trying one last time, she felt the handle shake as she ended up pulling the door to a normal size and opening it.
"There, grandmamma. If you need anything else, my room is on the left when you leave the corridor."
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Entering into the Common Room and watching Harry leave, Hermione noticed uncomfortably that she and Draco were left again, alone.
"So. Your grandmother is a Veela as well?" The blonde asked. Hermione nodded, stepping closer to him with a weird look on her face.
"What's she--" He stopped, when he and Hermione were toe and toe yet again. Hermione's face was buried into his toned chest with an erotic look etched into her face.
"You smell absolutely wonderful." She said, stumbling a bit. Draco wrapped his arms around her, realizing that she was practically inhaling and getting high on him like some muggle drug. "Like lemons and whiskey and bubblegum." It had been him. It was Draco, smelling so deliciously enticing on that fine moment and then, Hermione was almost 99.9 percent positive Draco was her mate.
"I want to taste it." She breathed softly, and before Draco could comprehend what she meant, she had kissed him. The kiss was quite ferocious compared to any other; her lips were pressed in a throbbing manner against his own, her almost lifeless body now excited and groping and feeling him. Draco's hands were leafed through her toffee curls, clenching them in support and in excitement.
Hermione pulled away from the blonde with almost purple lips and wide, dialated brown eyes, and a temperature she was sure of two thousand degrees, before swaying, and sliding against the wall until she reached the floor in unconsciousness. Draco picked her up from the floor and looked at her, before saying, "We've got to stop this--meeting and snogging, your mate will get jealous," as he took her towards the Hospital Wing.
A sore, raspy voice called out quietly. "Hm. If not your mate, someone fighting for your affection, will."
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Emotions
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Chapter IV
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Day Three: Some Surprises
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