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, the site names didn't even show. So, Elena Faye and I were nominated at (dramione)(dot)(tornpages)(dot)(net) and (freewebs)(dot)(com)(slash)(ffssc)
Okay, I must say. Out of every single reviewer I have ever had, I have to love Trory4ever the most. Only because she left me a wonderful review and I have to write something about it here. Love ya, Michelle!
And the site I've written the D/Hr/B version of this(mind you, explicit) is linked in the bottom of my profile in the section for Story Notes. Aha, finally what you've all be waiting for! Some BlaiseHermione make-out time! I know I've been with DracoHermione making out, but it's Blaise's turn. He can't be left out. Anyway...
1. I didn't understand the last bit. Blaise doesn't know that he's Hermione's mate, so he assumes the position as jealous suitor instead of jealous mate. So, yeah.
2. What's with the ending part? Again, it's Blaise if you haven't noticed. I seem to be giving him a role of jealous, but friendly Head Boy who is quite unaware of his real stature in Hermione's nature. He just thinks that Draco's not her mate, but he likes her, so he's kinda jealous. Mind you, Hermione doesn't even know who her mate is yet.
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Emotions
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Chapter V
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Day Four: What You Do To Me
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Hermione blinked and groaned as she sat up. She was tired of being in the Hospital Wing. And Madam Pomfrey was too.
"Hermione, I thought I gave you something for that!" Hermione nodded at the nurse who stood next to her bed, giving her a stern look that made the brunette witch quite nervous.
"I know, you did. It's just when I fainted, Malfoy brought me here, and he didn't know I had it. It just came on." The nurse nodded and waved her hand loosely at the girl.
"You can leave." She smiled, and kicked the covers back. Swinging her legs off of the bed, she hopped up and left the Hospital Wing with a slight spring in her step.
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Hermione had just said the password to her portrait and itched her cheek, when she felt like a razor had been brought across it. In the Common Room was Draco, cleaning up book she had strewn across the glass table and shoving them into his knapsack. He turned andlooked at her cheekbefore saying in an informative tone, "It's bleeding."
Running into the bathroom, she gasped at the blood running down her face in a straight, bright line, before looking down at her hands. Her fingers had sharp claws on them. She had already forgotten about the next stage of her Veela inheritance. So, looking in the mirror, she opened her mouth and poked her canine teeth, which were slightly elongated and pointy. She ran out of the bathroom and over to the couch with a grin, to test her strength. She carefull placed her hands on the spot which Draco had been on, but obviously left, and lifted it. Setting it down with a grin, she grabbed the coffee table, and hurled it at the wall next to the Head Boy's room and watched it splinter off into tiny shards. Unfortunately, the Head Boy decided to walk out and was scared to the seven layer of hell by the shattering wood next to him.
"Bloody hell, Hermione!" It was then, Hermione flushed, fixed the table, and then levitated it back to it's position. She looked at him. His normally, sort-of organized chaos, array of curls was mussed beyond belief. His bright blue eyes looked slightly angered and saddened and he was slouching slightly as he walked out of his room.
"You alright, Blaise?" He nodded and walked over to her. She grinned and showed him her teeth. He stepped a bit closer to her, as close enough that she could feel his breath on her nose and he said softly, "I'd like to feel those teeth." Her eyes widened, knowing that she had said something like that to Draco just before--just before she had kissed him. And Blaise had just kissed her.
His lips were pressed against hers, his hands around her waist as the pressure from his kiss leaned her backwards. Her hands were pulling through his hair and she felt her back hit the wall. Hermione took a breath, in which Blaise slid his tongue into her mouth as she shuddered. His tongue ran across her teeth and she nipped it with the sharp canines in her mouth. Pulling his tongue out, he nipped at her lips with his teeth, and this went on for about a few side minutes, until the door burst open loudly.
They jumped apart, almost as if they had been talking, although each looking their own level of 'thoroughly snogged.' Standing in the door was Ron, looking as red as a rose at realizing exactly what Blaise and Hermione had been doing. He looked ready to burst, and he did.
"A Veela? That's it, Hermione? You're a Veela? As accepting as Harry is, I can't grasp that! And one of your mates being a Slytherin! Are you insane or just out of your mind?" He exclaimed loudly. She stalked up to him angrily, her eyes alit a whole new color, Blaise noticed, they were a bright golden yellow, almost a shade above hazel. Raising her hand, she slashed it across Ron's chest in a fit of rage. By this time, Blaise had rushed forward and subdued her from behind from attacking him again.
"How dare you! You bastard! Going and practically screaming my nature around here! Who do you think you are to order me like that? You're just mad because I'm not mated to you!" Ron flushed at this, while his hand, now covered in blood, gripped his stomach in pain.
"Oh my." Someone breathed, and Blaise turned to see Marina standing there, her hand over her mouth. She rushed over immediately and wrapped her arms around Hermione.
"Please dear, stop. It's your grandmother. Cut it out." Hermione was still raging, as Blaise helped Ron to his feet. She was kicking around in her grandmother's grip and growled loudly. After gaining structure, Ron snatched his arm away from the Slytherin with a nasty glare, and walked out of the Common Room, holding his stomach and limping slightly.
"Hermione, please!" The girl sank to her knees, wailing softly, and turned into her grandmother's arms, finally back to a calm state.
"Grandmamma..." Hermione wailed softly, shaking in Marina's arms. Marina wrapped one arm around her and rubbed the girl's back with the other.
"Blaise, fetch Harry for me, please." He nodded, leaving the room.
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When Blaise returned with Harry, Hermione was laying on the couch, her eyes closed and a towel lay over her head, Marina kneeling at her side and holding her hand. When she saw Harry, she beckoned him over.
"You have the ring, yes?" Harry nodded and took out his wand. Marina smiled when she noted that the boy had fused a bottom to his wand to hold the ring. He handed the ring to Marina and she slid it onto Hermione's finger.
"She had an episode with Weasley." Blaise added. Harry frowned. "He didn't take her being a Veela too well, which I didn't know as well, and the fact that--her mate is a Slytherin. So, he yelled at her, she got possessed and slashed him across the chest with these." He said, raising Hermione's clawed hand. Harry looked at them with surprise.
Suddenly, the portrait reopened and Professor Dumbledore strode in.
"Marina, Marina. It seems Miss Granger has been--unable to reign her emotions." Marina shook her head.
"The poor dear probably didn't know she could do that."
"Well, Marina. We'll dismiss it. But, I was checked up in the Hospital Wing, and it seems that Mister Weasley is in a slight coma. Miss Granger's Veela nails seem to be very over protective, mind you, not her special talent, but also infused with high levels of poison." Harry stared at her. It seemed like visitors were adamant at the Common Room, because through the door from the Prefect's Room to the Head Room was opened by Draco Malfoy. He looked around at everyone, before being thrown into the conversation.
"Mister Malfoy, you were around when Miss Granger entered the room?" The blonde nodded.
"Yeah, she scratched herself with her nails." He said, stepping over to her. He titled her head up, to show the Headmaster the scratch mark.
"Oh dear." Marina said softly. Draco looked between Marina and Dumbledore.
"What happened? What's going on?" He asked.
"Well, Mister Malfoy. It seems that Miss Granger's Veela claws sustained quite a high level of poison. She slashed Mister Weasley with her whole hand and he's in a coma. So, we can assume as much as about a day of rest for her." Dumbledore informed.
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When Hermione had been placed in her room, on her bed, everyone had left. Except Blaise. He sat beside her bed, holding her hand. The other hand was thrown across her stomach and the towel on her head had been reapplied and a thick, green, glowing crème had been applied to the wound. He brushed her hair away from her face gently.
"Oh Hermione." He said softly, carefully watching her breath. She didn't move, but had a fitful look on her face. Blaise pressed his lips to her hand softly.
"I wish you knew how much pain I was in right now. That kiss--" He stopped. What had that kiss been? He knew he had wanted it and now that he had gotten it, all he wanted was to stay there with her, kissing. Blaise was unsure why, maybe just his wrecked hormones. But, he did know that he felt something--something different around Hermione. He pressed his lips together slightly, ignoring the ache.
"Oh Hermione," He remarked dryly, "You don't know what you do to me. "
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Emotions
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Chapter V
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Day Four: What You Do To Me
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