Title: Emotions

Genre: Mystery/ Romance

Category: Full Story

Summary: BZxHG 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?

Crys: Okay, thanks again for the reviews! I averaged how many reviews per chapter I'm getting and it's sixteen! Thanks you guys! Love you all! And you may love my Blaise, but he will get to be an asshole after he finds Hermione needs him. Just thought I'd warn you. And there's only a little action in this chapter.

With Hermione's power, she will be referred to by the person she is in. You'll understand this when you find out what she can do.

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Emotions

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Chapter VI

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Day Five: Benissimo

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Hermione woke up and felt refreshed. Her cheek didn't sting and--why couldn't she feel her hand? Sitting up and looking over the side of her bed, she could see Blaise. He was kneeling beside the bed and his hand was holding hers. He obviously had fallen asleep there. His dark hair was sprayed across the end of her bed and his other hand was underneath his cheek. She smiled and slowly slid her hand from his. He stirred a tiny bit, before settling back down. It was when Hermione stretched that she felt a tug around her neck. Realizing it was her tie, she found that she was wearing the same clothing from yesterday. With a sluggish moan, she began to unravel her tie and find her bathrobe, looking silly with bedhair and regular clothing on.

After taking a shower, Hermione entered her room in a towel, drying her hair in the process and almost let the protective garment fall to the floor at the sight of Blaise, sitting cross-legged in her bed, leaning against the headboard, and twiddling his thumbs innocently. She had to smiled at the cuteness that was on her bed. Being fully awake, she realized how funny she must have looked upon waking up. Blaise's dark hair was still assembled neatly, his eyes still drooping slightly, his white shirt wrinkled and his pants askew. His tie was loose and pulled the wrong way.

She shooed him out of her room and watched with a dazed grin as he trudged outside. Smiling, she pulled out her clothes and pulled them on, her outfit consisting of knee highs, a black skirt that ended just above where the knee highs started, a white shirt, and her tie, skipping the vest. She slid into her shoes and pulled her hair into a bun.

She grabbed her bag from off of the dresser and pulled her door open, only to find Blaise slumped at her feet, which made her laugh. It meant that the Slytherin had walked out of her room and fallen asleep right there. Nudging him, he looked at her with bleary eyes, before saying, "You're awake."

"No, you're awake. I'm already dressed and showered, it's you who needed to wake up." Groggily, he stood up and stretched, revealing a slight glimpse of tan, specifically Sicilian skin. Italian wasn't the word, they were the pale ones. Blaise had a rich skin tone. Okay, she thought, enough about Blaise's skin! He shrugged, before leaving.

♥

Entering the Great Hall, she took a seat beside Harry, who was glad to see her. He wrapped his arms around her with a, "I'm so glad you're awake, Hermione!"and smiled as she pulled food onto her plate. Ron actually asked her if she was feeling better, and Ginny's eyes were stuck to hers all day.

She smiled and was actually able to eat her breakfast in peace. Until the owl post disrupted her. A small owl she knew was her grandmother's landed on her shoulder and nipped her ear. She took the letter and the bird didn't move. Unrolling it, she let Harry read over her shoulder.

Dear Hermione,

I have to discuss a few things with you after class. I have acquired permission from your Transfiguration teacher and you are allowed to miss part of that class if it is needed. Since you like it, if you agree with me quickly, you'll go. But, this is of importance. I figure the other charming boy (Harry, I think it was) is reading this also. He can come along if you want. And if it makes you feel any better, you can drag Ginny and--er, the Sicilian boy with you as well. ('See, I knew he was Sicilian.' She thought.)

Love,

Marina

"Oh Harry!"She said, folding the letter up. "You'll come, won't you?"Harry let an outraged look come upon his face.

"Are you kidding me?"Hermione flinched at the tone of his voice. Then, he smiled. "You were going to leave me here?"She laughed and embraced him, before turning to Ginny. Before opening her mouth, Ginny spoke.

"I'll go with you, Hermione, don't even ask about it."She smiled at her redheaded friend and soon found the time to pass rather quickly.

♥

She was standing in front of the portrait, her grandmother's owl still on her shoulder as she said the password and let Ginny and Harry in before her. She found Blaise, Draco, and Marina already in the room. She smiled at them each in turn and sat down, as did Harry and Ginny.

"Well, Hermione."Marina started, pulling a strand of dark hair away from her face. "It has been known that our line of Veela possess a strange, almost Seer like ability during this stage. You know of mine as invisibility, but tell me, what is yours?"Hermione tensed.

"I--I think I can switch bodies with people. Well, I think I did. When I was unconscious, someone was holding my hand and I didn't know who. Then, at some point, the person touched me with their other hand and I fell into their body. It was--Blaise. I could read his thoughts, I could move in his body, but I wasn't conscious so I don't think I could have done anything. But, I that's all I know."She admitted.

"Try it."Ginny said, watching the girl stand up. Harry stood up too.

"I'll do it with you, Hermione."He stood aligned with her, as Blaise and Ginny had a view of Hermione and Draco a view of Harry. (meaning Draco was behind Hermione and vice versa) Slowly, Hermione entwined her hands with Harry and closed her eyes. Everyone watched her hands slide away from Harry's and as she fell back, Draco jumped up to catch her before she hit the ground. Marina saw Harry's eyes flash, before turning brown and having his hands cover his face. The long fingers slid to clasp the bridge of a red nose, slightly irritated from the frames.

"Ugh."He said softly, stumbling.

"That's her sign."Said Ginny. Marina, Draco, and Blaise looked at her.

"What do you mean?"Draco asked, laying Hermione's tense body on the couch as to prevent further injury. Ginny smiled to herself, before answering.

"Hermione and I did this potion for fun where we turned into people in public. And in order for me to know who she was, she'd pinch the bridge of her nose."Harry looked up at her, with bright brown eyes.

"You're right! It's me, Ginny."Ginny smiled and then tensely hugged her, forgetting that she was in Harry's body.

"Your eyes are brown, now. That's the only giveaway."Blaise added, watching as he sat down. He crossed his arms, which was very much feminine and pouted.

"No fair."Draco burst out into raucous laughter and Blaise was caught in a fit of snickering. Harry raised his eyebrow, which sent forth even more laughter.

"What?"He asked. Draco snorted and Blaise gasped for air quickly so he could answer him.

"You're acting like a girl in Potter's body."He said, running his hand through his curls to keep them away from his face. She smiled awkwardly. How was she supposed to move Harry's body?

"That must be pretty funny. Maybe I should go get him into a dress..."Draco was startled, for at that moment, Hermione's loose body had shot up, conscious, behind him and Harry's eyes flicked to green.

"Hermione..."He said lowly, but she smiled and laughed, raising her hands in defense.

"I'm sorry! I was only joking! And grandmamma, I think it didn't work because I couldn't have complete control over Harry cause I didn't like being manipulative."She grinned slightly. Marina nodded.

"Makes sense. So, you could read his thoughts?"She nodded. "At least we know what to expect from you."She grinned again, feeling unabashed at showing how she would feel. Marina stood and handed Hermione her messenger bag.

"I do believe if you hurry you can catch Transfiguration with these three."She motioned towards Blaise, Draco, and Harry, who were idly sitting on the couch. They all snapped their heads up at the mention of them and nodded and proceeded to pick up their things. All in their own ways, but alike to Hermione, who watched them. Ginny smiled.

"I guess I'll see you later, Hermione."The redhead added, scooping her stuff up and walking over to the Portrait.

"Yeah, Ginny. I'll see you later, okay?"The girl nodded, her copper locks flying around before she waved and left. Hermione turned to face Harry, Draco, and Blaise who were watching her.

"What? I'm always ready for class. Let's go."Hermione grinned as the boys followed her. While journeying towards the classroom, Hermione's thoughts wandered.

'What drama would take off today? Perhaps a lot, because I can respond. What if I tried to hold herself back? Or worse, what if I attacked a teacher?' She couldn't bear to think of that thought. In her adamant rage, she probably could attack a teacher. She guess she, Ginny, and Marina would just go and look up Veela books in the library. That's the one thing she hadn't done that she should have. With all of this drama, she didn't even read anything about her nature. Ugh, just her luck. She'd check it out right away.

Finally, they had made it to the classroom and Hermione seated herself in the front next to Harry, closest to the teacher's desk, while Draco and Blaise went to the back corner, as far away from the teacher as possible. As class began, McGonagall watched her class for a fleeting second, before grabbing chalk and writing the words 'Vampire' and 'Veela' on the board.

"Before we start today's lesson, I figured we would need a background check. What are vampires?"A student, whose house Hermione couldn't recall, answered.

"A vampire is a creature that is endowed with fangs, wings, and claws, and various other features of a bat, but lives off of blood."

"Correct. Five points to Ravenclaw."And now Hermione knew. "And could you tell me what their teeth are used for?"

"Since their teeth and claws lack the poison, but are deadly, they are used for the Draught of Living Death." Professor McGonagall nodded. Harry tensed next to her.

"Good. And a Veela?"Hermione was more than shocked to see Harry's hand in the air and for him to answer when Professor McGonagall acknowledged him.

"A Veela is a creature similar to a vampire, aside from it being crossbred with something. It's known to be dependent on another person in a positive way, the opposite of a vampire. And it's claws and teeth are sometimes covered in poisonous venom that can kill if released right."

"Very good, Mister Potter. Five points to Gryffindor. Now, at this time, I was informed in Potions you are creating such draught. As we do not have the vampire teeth but an excess of Veela teeth, we will be transfiguring them. The incantation is Italian, seeing as many Veela are Italian, and is 'Dentidi Unfascino' which pulled apart and pronounced right means 'Teeth of a Charmer.' The teeth are in a box up front, come and take three and transfigure them!"

The class was getting to work. After sliding her gloves on as to not get poisoned, she pressed her wand to the teeth all at once and said, "Dentidi Unfascino."They glowed green, before sparkling. She checked her Transfiguration book to see that they were in fact, now vampire teeth. Grinning her own mouthful of Veela teeth, she slid the teeth in her pocket for her later Potions class.

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Stopping by her room, she grabbed her Potions text, her notebook, her cauldron, and check for the other ingredients that weren't supplied, before walking off towards the dungeons. When she got there, Harry waved her over. She sat next to him in the second row, his cauldron sitting atop his desk as well.

"Settle down." The Potions Master persisted, and silence fell upon the room. He smirked. "If your Transfiguration professor hasn't informed you, today, we will be brewing the Draught of Living Death. Can anyone tell me what it does?" There was silence. A hand was raised and everyone, including Professor Snape, looked shocked.

"Answer it then." He quipped.

"The Draught of Living Death, sir, is an extremely powerful sleeping potion known to render the user into a lengthened state of unconsciousness." Hermione looked at her companion warily. Had he been doing some research? Or, Merlin forbid this, was the dark haired boy finally learning something after all of these long years?

"Very well, Mister Potter." Snape answered, flabbergasted. "You have the teeth, the roots are in that pot over there, the asphodel and wormwood are on my desk and the beans are in the cupboard. Begin." The buster of students could be heard as Hermione placed her hand on Harry's shoulder.

"How did you know that?" Harry shrugged, gathering a Valerian root from the pot.

"I guess it's sorta payback from him teasing me about it in first year." Hermione gave him a weak smile, grabbing a handful of beans, and going back to her seat.

♥

After putting the ingredients in her potion and Harry mirroring her moves, she sat back and waited for it to brew. Fanning the fumes away, she felt herself started to get dizzy.

"Harry," She said, clutching her other hands onto his robe. It looked like she was holding herself up with this hand, "I don't feel well. I feel---dizzy..."

She held her head up on her palm, leaning slightly on her desk. It was loud in the room and went quiet when Hermione fainted in her seat, her brown curls falling forward and her forehead catching the cauldron, knocking her further into unconsciousness.

Harry had been the first one for heroics. He carefully cleaned up her potion and vialed some of it, so Professor Snape couldn't take off points, then picked Hermione up. By then, Snape had dismissed the class and let Harry sweep off with Hermione to the Hospital Wing.

♥

Sitting next to her bed, Harry was surprised when Marina touched his shoulder.

"Is she going to be all right?" The black haired woman asked, watching her granddaughter.

"Madam Pomfrey said she would be here for a tiny bit, but she's okay. Maybe I could--wake her up?" Marina gave him a questioning look. Without saying anything, Harry walked over and touched Hermione's arm with both of his hands and he too felt dizzy. Then, he stumbled back as her body jolted, and his eyes remained green. But, it wasn't him.

"Grandmamma!" The voice associated with Harry Potter exclaimed.

"Hermione? Oh dear, are you all right?" Harry nodded.

"Oh--that's me." He said, spotting the loose body on the bed. "I've got to get up, don't I?" Marina nodded softly to the boy. He shrugged.

"Are my eyes green?" Marina nodded her head with a bright smile.

"It works. Look, I'll go back." He guided himself to Hermione's body and touched it... The body shook again and Harry regained his body. His eyes turned to Marina.

"What happened?" He asked.

"It's your body, you have no control of it?" Harry shook his head.

"She covered me up totally, she had me subdued, Marina. She told me that her sign was to pinch the bridge of her nose. And she did, but I didn't know. I'm just feeling the after affects." He said, rubbing his nose. Hermione smiled weakly, trying to sit up.

"I think reversing those teeth and boiling them--the fumes made her dizzy." Draco said, helping her sit up. She grin and muttered a 'thank you' before standing.

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Back in the Heads Common Room, Ginny, Draco, Harry, Blaise, Hermione, and Marina returned, when Hermione gasped.

"Oh gosh, I have class right now!" She exclaimed, looking at the clock. Draco grabbed her wrist.

"You can't go to class, you just woke up! Besides, it's not like the teacher is teaching anything you haven't learned." Marina smiled at the blonde boy.

"Blaise, go to class. You and Hermione share classes correct?" He confirmed. "Tell the professor that she is not well and cannot attend. Both Heads can't miss class, now can they?" Blaise smiled at the woman, before leaving. Ginny stood.

"I think I should get to class as well. See you Hermione, Malfoy. Bye Marina." Each bid the redhead goodbye as she too left. Harry looked slightly put off.

"I'm exhausted. Hermione, could I take your room?" Hermione nodded, as the green eyed boy trudged up the stairs and into her room. She waved and then sat down, beside Draco.

"Are you all right, Hermione?" Marina asked, sighing, her brown eyes watching her grandaughter carefully.

"Yes, grandmamma. I'm okay." After Hermione speaking, there was a soft silence.

"Hermione, I do believe Professor Dumbledore scheduled your grandfather to be here soon. I'm sorry, but you cannot attend the meeting as of today, but he will be here tomorrow for you!" Hermione looked shocked.

"Wait, grandmamma. My biological grandfather or my grandfather as in Grandpa Granger?" She asked, her eyes filled with curiosity. Marina smiled and shook her head.

"Your biological one, Hermione! Haven't you been wanting to meet him? Or has Albus been telling me wrong? Because I would find it very unfair for Grandpa Granger to come and you thinking that your real grandfather is visiting! James Colton, his name is. But that's quite all right. I believe you've asked to be called Colton?" Hermione nodded.

"So, you're leaving to talk to Dumbledore about it?" Marina nodded, before kissing her cheek and leaving. It was quite uncomfortable, just her and Draco. Everytime she felt herself kissing him. He smiled at her.

"So...are you feeling better?" She had to smile at his attempt at conversation.

"Much. A little drained from being in Harry's body, but when I get used to it--if I ever get used to it--I'll be in and out of everyone." Draco grinned.

"That's very perverted sounding, especially because you're a Veela." Hermione looked thoughtful, before smacking his arm.

"Hey, that was disgusting!" He burst into laughter and she did too, unable to remain angry. After the laughter calmed down, they looked at each other, emotions brewing in their eyes. This time, Draco initiated the moment.

"Hermione--Colton." He said, his voice shot and hoarse.

"Yes?" She replied, ehr own voice a squeak.

"Can I kiss you?"

"Sure." She complied, as his lips met with hers again. This time, Hermione lost control of herself. She pushed Draco backwards onto the couch, mouth against mouth, and her fingers coiled when his tongue slipped into her mouth without a trace. Their tongues fought, almost violently. Hermione needed it. It released her energy--every snap of her teeth and every lash of her tongue released a bottled up emotion that she had been feeling. She finally pulled away, her eyes meeting with Draco's. This was actually the first time she was conscious or hadn't left the room after kissing him. She smiled slightly.

"I never got to ask." The blonde started, as the portrait opened behind him to admit Blaise. "How was it?"

Hermione looked thoughtful, words halfway out of her mouth when she met Blaise's eyes. "Benissimo."

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Emotions

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Chapter VI

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Day Five: Benissimo

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