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: Once again, I am in love with my reviewers! You guys are the best! Much ?to Michelle. Glad this made your day! Ack, there were questions, so I'm not doing my job right. Gr.
If This Isn't Good: I love Veela stories involving Draco/Hermione/Blaise or any combo there of. I am enjoying this one since Hermione is the Veela. Right now I am sick with a very bad cold and your story distracted me quite nicely for awhile. Thanks so much, can't wait for updates. Review left by WaterAngel35
1. She was kissing Blaise? No. Blaise walks in after she kisses Draco.
2. So it was Draco she was kissing, not Blaise? Yeah, I know. I'm getting around to the BHr, it's just so much more convinient for her to kiss Draco. And, it gives Blaise leverage to throw in her face afterwards.
3. Where did Draco come from when they were in the Hospital Wing? Perceptive, but not very much so. Read this excerpt: 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. Better?
4. Why don't Harry and Draco have to go to class when everyone else did? Gosh, you really are making me work. Okay, Marina was leaving and couldn't chance Hermione by herself. So, instead of having both Head Students miss class, she kept Draco. Harry was exhausted for having Hermione switch bodies with him.
5. Can Hermione really switch bodies completely? Yes.
6. If she does, what happens to her? She is in the person's body while they are, which is why Hermione has to give a sign when she's there, because her real body is unconscious. Okay? Thanks for the questions!
Note: These questions are not here as a way of being sneaky of reviewer response, but to clarify questions that the reviewers have, because some of them won't be answered. This is not abuse of any kind, so don't threaten to report me, okay? Goodness. (And technically, Hermione should be turning eighteen, but play along)
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Emotions
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Chapter VII
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Day Six: Afraid
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Weird enough, Hermione thought all through breakfast that day, after that incident, Blaise hadn't taken into account that they were standing about two inches apart. He had walked past them and sat on the couch, pulling out various items of homework. Hermione blushed and muttered something to Draco, walking stiffly and hurriedly into her room and shutting the door.
She remembered. Oh, she remembered. Playing with the food on her plate, she was nervous. Tomorrow was her birthday, and she'd be a full-Veela. Excusing herself from the table, she planned on walking to the library. She got out of the Great Hall and found Marina and Harry waiting for her. Wait, how didn't she noticed Harry's absence from the table? Smiling, she let them guide her off.
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As she entered her Common Room, she looked around. Chairs were located all across the room and everything was in order. From another door, Hermione could hear voices, before it opened. Dumbledore walked out, followed by a middle aged man, with a middle aged woman following, and an older one. The middle aged man was most definitely Mr. Granger, Hermione's father. How he had gotten to Hogwarts, Hermione could never be able to figure out, because he was giving Dumbledore an angry look.
The middle aged woman was indeed, Mrs. Granger, who was sobbing into her hands softly. The other man, looking older, was wrinkle free, but had dark brown hair and enchanting clear grey eyes. His eyes swept the room quickly, before meeting with Hermione's and winking at her. She watched as her father noticed her and walked over. Hugging his daughter, he pulled back.
"Hermione, if I had known. If only I had known, we wouldn't be in this situation." Hermione placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Dad, calm down, it's okay. What exactly is the matter?" Hermione's father shook his head angrily as the older brunette walked over.
"He wants to divorce your mother because she's Veela!" He exclaimed. Hermione looked at her father and then at her mother.
"You can't do that, Dad! That's not fair, Mum's not even a Veela! Grandmamma is and I am! Are you going to leave the both of us?" Hermione wrapped her arms around her mother distraughtly, watching her father.
"This--this man--he can't be her father. Your grandfather--"
"He is her biological grandfather! Do not lie to Hermione!" Marina shouted, pointing at the older man. So, she thought, this was James Colton. James put a comforting arm around Marina, who was glaring at Hermione's father. Hermione let her mother go, as she walked forward to Mr. Granger. Mr. Granger turned back to Hermione.
"This is too much for you to handle, Hermione. You won't be able to go through this alone, you know--it's going to be painful and hard." Marina pushed Mr. Granger away from Hermione.
"No one said Hermione was doing this alone. She's got me and her mother and her grandfather and her friends. It's just you that's against this. She's your daughter."
"Forget it!" Mr. Granger exclaimed, turning away from his wife. "You there," He pointed to Dumbledore, "take me back home." Dumbledore nodded, leading Mr. Granger from the room. She still didn't know exactly where she had been led to. She watched as her mother followed, before turning to Hermione.
"Everything will be okay, Hermione. We'll work it out." She ran out, as Hermione turned to Harry, who embraced her. She cried softly onto his shoulder, as Marina flopped down into a chair and James leaned on her chair, slightly whispering to her. Every now and then his grey eyes would dart up to watch Hermione embrace Harry. When she let him go, she sniffed and wiped her eyes. She turned quietly to James.
"I'd like to talk to you, but not right now. I just need a little time." She walked out of the room, and off towards her dormitory. Marina placed a comforting hand on James' shoulder.
"It's going to be all right. She just needs a few moments." James nodded absently, watching her door to the dormitory close.
"Hermione's always needed a few minutes to compose herself." Harry said quietly, still standing up as well as they were.
"I--I just want to know her. That's all--she doesn't have to like me--"
"Nonsense, Jamie! If it was anything like the welcome I received, she'll love you for your whole life!" Marina interrupted. James smiled.
"Hermione's not usually one to hate or dislike people unless you're generally rude." Harry added.
"Well, I guess so, then. We'll just wait." James said, sitting on the couch. Marina sat next to him and took his hand.
"We'll just wait."
There was a long silence following that. Harry closed his eyes softly, wandering off, and Marina leaned her head on James' shoulder.
"Oh, Harry. Be a dear and check on Hermione, won't you?" The boy nodded, walking off to her room.
When Harry entered the room, no one was there. Instead, on her bed was a note. 'At the Astronomy Tower. Will be back.' Harry couldn't just leave her there, whether she needed time or not. He left to go and find her.
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Opening the Astronomy Tower door, Harry peeked inside. The wind was blowly gently, circulating throughout the large room. He looked around to see Hermione sitting on the railing, one of her legs drawn up against the side and the other dangling loosely. She leaned over, before turning around. Harry could see an eminent sign of tears on her face. She smiled, despite the proven fact.
"Harry! What are you doing here?" He walked over to her and sat beside her on the railing.
"Are you feeling okay? I mean, I'd be deadly upset after that and probably wouldn't even be on that rail." Hermione wrinkled her nose in the thought.
"If you had parents, you probably wouldn't be as close to me as you are now." Harry smiled and put his arms around her comfortingly. She turned around to him and embraced him back as well.
"I just don't understand--what's the big difference between being a witch and a Veela? I mean, I didn't know about magic and then it controlled my life. And then, I didn't know about being a Veela and it controls my love life. I don't think I have any control and then when I get a little, its snatched away by tragedy." Harry patted her back softly.
"It's almost over, Hermione. Just one more day to live through and it'll all be over." He said comfortingly. Hermione unwrapped her arms from around him and stood.
"We should be getting back, shouldn't we?" Harry nodded and stood with her, heading downstairs.
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Upon arrival in the Common Room, Hermione noted that her grandfather wasn't around, but Marina and Ginny were waiting in her room, beckoning her to come in. She and Harry walked in and sat down. Marina had a flask in her hand.
"Hermione. I've made something that should show you who you're mate is. Okay? So, you'll be lying here for thirty minutes, but you'll see something. This will only work within this hour now, so hurry." It had just turned seven. Hermione took the potion carefully, before tipping it back and drinking it. She felt as if she was floating before she blacked out.
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Hermione's vision was blurry as she sat up, but someone walked in and sat beside her, speaking to her softly. She couldn't see, but she suddenly felt hands on her shoulders, rubbing and carressing the kinks and rolls out of her shoulders. She leaned her head backwards and let her curls fall from her head.
She rolled over onto her stomach so her shoulders could be accessed properly as the person continued their ministrations. When they stopped, Hermione turned around and could barely get a glimspe of the person, before they kissed her softly, biting her lip, and uttering, "Hermione." She unconsciously let her hands wander towards the top of the person's head, and her mind perceived silky curls. Pulling one gently into view, Hermione realized, shockingly, that they were black.
But she couldn't take that into account, she refused to believe that Blaise was her mate. Hell, he did have black, silky curls and his voice sounded awful like the one she had heard, but that was it. She didn't want it to be Blaise. She liked him the way she was and wouldn't like having him change because of him being mated to a Veela.
Hermione felt him pull her into his arms and lay his head ontop of hers. She leaned back into him, again unconsciously, and closed her eyes...
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When she opened her eyes, Marina was watching her. "Well, Hermione? Did you see anyone?" Hermione couldn't tell her grandmother. So, she shook her head.
"No, it was too fuzzy for me to identify anything." Ginny frowned, realizing that Hermione was lying, but Marina handed her the flask.
"Try again, Hermione." Again, to comply with her grandmother, Hermione drank the potion.
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It was dark and she found herself standing in front of a door. She opened it and light filtered it. She took notice of someone sleeping in the center of a bed, the covers pulled up and motionless. Something compelled her to wake them, and she walked over and realized again, that it was certainly Blaise. She shook him and he rolled over, before sitting up and looking around.
"Hermione..." He said sleepily. She felt herself cross her arms and pout at him.
"I've had another nightmare." She said morosely, sitting down on the edge of his bed. He grinned and pulled her over, into his arms. She looked down and noticed she was in a camisole and flannel pants. He rubbed his hands over her bare arms.
"What was it about?" He asked, laying his head on her shoulder. She could feel his curly hair brushed her shoulders gently.
"About you." She didn't have to turn around to know that he was grinning.
He kissed her neck. "You always dream about me." She swatted his nose and shrugged him off of her. He wrapped his arms around her waist.
"You died." She said. Blaise softened and pulled her around to give her a proper hug. Somehow, despite the fact that Blaise was her mate, picturing him dead brought tears to her eyes. He kissed her forehead and needless to say that Hermione didn't need her consciousness to bury her face into his shoulder sadly, crying.
"Oh Hermione, you always have those dreams." Blaise said, stroking her hair calmly. She grasped his forearm and looked up at him.
"But it was so scary this time--I almost felt like you were really dying." She slid from his hold and lay beside him.
"Fine, Hermione. You can stay with me for tonight, but tomorrow, the dream thing will not be the only thing getting you in my bed." Hermione blushed and nodded, before Blaise slid next to her and wrapped his arms around her.
♥
Again, Marina looked at her for an answer, but Hermione shook her head. "It was too fuzzy, I couldn't spot where I was going at all." Marina nodded and it was now eight o'clock, so her grandmother kissed her forehead and left, closing the door behind her. But Ginny sat on the edge of Hermione's bed, looking intently at her.
"Hermione, I know you lied to Marina." Ginny said, crossing her arms. Hermione fidgeted with her fingers, before nodding.
"I did, but I really didn't want to tell her!" Ginny placed a hand on Hermione's shoulder.
"Could you tell me?" The brunette hesistated, before nodding, and taking a breath.
"It was Blaise." Ginny gasped, looking quite shocked, before speaking again.
"That's not horrible! He's such a sweetheart! I mean, he's perfect!" Ginny told Hermione excitedly, almost jumping up and down on the bed. Hermione smiled weakly.
"I don't want him to change afterwards. After we become each other's, I want him to stay the same, not change." Ginny nodded.
"I know what you mean." She was cut off by a knock. Ginny stood.
"I'll leave you to your visitor. See you tomorrow, Almost Birthday Girl." She hugged her friend tightly, before leaving. The door stood ajar as James Colton walked in. Hermione could now fully observe the man, as he pulled a chair beside her bed.
The man was tall, about an inch taller than her grandmother and two taller than herself. He had dark brown curls, like hers, that looked slightly tamed, and captivating grey eyes. He had a kind smile and didn't look any older than her grandmother.
"Well, I suppose I should start with telling you I am, in fact, your grandfather. My name is James Anthony Colton, but you can call me Jamie and I'm fifty seven, but no one needs to know." So, at least, Hermione knew how old he was. Now that she thought about it, for grandparents, that wasn't very old.
"And I," She replied back, "Am Hermione Elizabeth Colton, you can call me Hermionne, and I'll be seventeen tomorrow, but I don't want to be." She smiled and shook his hand politely, before laughing gently. James sat up from laughter.
"So, did you really find out your mate and lie to Marina, or, did you really see it all fuzzy and tell the truth." Hermione hung her head.
"You see, I'm afraid! I don't want to tell her or him because I'm afraid that he's going to change--he's going to stop being nice to be and take control of my Veela powers. I don't want that to happen." James stopped short, before hugging his granddaughter. A bit surprisingly to him, she wrapped her arms back around him.
"I changed from being bad to good. Maybe it won't be bad, Hermione. Maybe if you tell him he'll understand." She shook her head.
"I'm afraid, Jamie. I'm just afraid." Hermione dropped her head back onto his shoulder comfortably. Well, what was there to be afraid of?
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Emotions
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Chapter VII
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Day Six: Afraid
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