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: Ugh. I know you all are going to murder me. I just thought I should attempt to give you all a chapter so I'm not being strangled virtually by you. I've made a forum for this story to go and chat about it and whatever. I hope to be updating soon! but, if you have anything to say that a review won't do for you, go to MY FORUM! Or, send an email.
If This Isn't Good: What? Are you kidding me? I was here, hoping that it is finished and I'll just review the whole story when I get to the last chapter, (its not that I don't like reviewing, I love geting reviews for my stories. lol) but normally I just have to keep reading till the end. You'd better update really soon. It is a awesome story, very nicely written, great ideas. I do like veela stories, I've read a Blaise/Hermione one where Blaise was the veela--but it's unfortunately not finished either... So basically, update, very soon. I mean, it has been 3 weeks I think.. so you have to! Please! (Review left by julezz30)
She has some very nice teenage-esque Blaise/Hermione Fanfiction, titled "Being Observed." It reminds me of the perspective story of Blaise/Hermione getting together by an obsessed teenaged girl...lol!
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Emotions
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Chapter VIII
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Day Seven: Happy Birthday!
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Hermione woke up and felt immensely groggy, before realising, 'It's my birthday!' and hopping up. She brought all of her things that she would need, included outfits, into the bathroom, so no one would be able to trace that she was there.
Once she finished getting dressed, she stepped out into her room, only for it to be full of people shouting, "Happy Birthday!" at her. She grinned wickedly, before hugging her grandparents. Draco, Ginny, Harry, and Blaise had joined in and each held presents.
Ginny handed Hermione a silver wrapped present and she could tell it was a book by the shape and size. Unraveling it, it was indeed a book, entitled 'Veela Rights: Keeping Your Mate Under Control.' Hermione smiled and hugged Ginny, with a thank you, and sat the book on her dresser.
Harry's gift was next. It was wrapped in green with a scarlet bow. It looked like a piece of jewelry. Opening the small box, Hermione gasped in surprise. Inside the box was a small band with an eternal sign on it. "It's a friendship ring." He explained.
"It'll make us both aware if each other is feeling down, sad, or in trouble. And if the eternal sign lights up, that means that we're true friends; the shopkeeper says it doesn't always light up for anyone." Hermione looked down at the ring and noticed the light beaming from it. She held it out with a smile, showing them that it was lit.
"Thank you, Harry. I love it." She said, smiling. Both Marina and James handed her a gift, but Hermione eyed James.
"You didn't have to get me a gift, we barely know each other." The brunette insisted, but James shook his head in disagreement.
"You're my granddaughter, I insist." Hermione opened the presents, at the same time. One, from Marina, was a small, leather, brown bag. It was empty. Just the bag.
"It's a memory holder. Sort of like a pensive, but each of the memories put inside hold a respective color for your emotions. Angry is red, sad is blue, jealous is green. It's portable, too. And retains no weight, shape, or size." Marina said. Hermione smiled and hugged her grandmother.
"Thank you so much." Opening James' gift, she was shocked at it. It was a beautiful, silky red cloak, with her name embroidered in big white letters along the back.
Accepting Draco's gift, she opened it. "More flashy jewelry to match the ring, I suppose." He said, as she opened it. Inside was a gold chain, with her name on it, little diamonds outlining the letters.
"Draco, it's too beautiful!" She exclaimed, fingering it. "Thank you, really." She watched as Blaise handed her a simple, black box. She took it, accidentally brushing his hand, her fingers becoming numb. It was about the size of a normal ring box, but a little longer. She smiled nervously.
"I had it customly made for you." He said with a smile. Hermione opened it and gasped. Inside, was a small necklace. The chain was silver and the ornate was of a brunette girl, much like herself. It was wearing a blue shirt and green thin strapped dress. But the face was hidden within a shadow and the face of the girl was grey.
"What is it?" She asked quietly, still in awe. Blaise grinned. "It's a necklace of a Veela portraying as you. Right now, it's showing your Veela stature. Dormant. If you were on the brink of the Veela coming out, she glows and her hair floats around, and when you become fully into a Veela, her face will become colored and her eyes will turn red."
"It's beautiful, I love it. You all are such wonderful friends!" She exclaimed, a wide grin on her face.
"We'll leave you for school." Marina said, kissing her granddaughter on the top of her head. They all began to file out, but then she placed a hand on Blaise's shoulder, the same tingle running through her entire arm. He turned to look at her when she closed the door. She sat down on the bed, looking at him. He sat beside her, watching her.
"So have you--" He started, but she interrupted.
"It's you." Blaise looked at her, confused.
"What? I don't understand..." He took her hands absently, rubbing circles in her palms. She shook her head at him, tears in her eyes.
"My Veela mate. It's you." Now Blaise was shaking his head.
"I thought it was Draco. It can't be me. After all that you went through during the week--" Blaise couldn't grasp the concept. He had fancied her for who knows how long and she was telling him that she was the person that would keep her alive. Somehow, Blaise didn't believe her.
"It's you! It has to be you! I saw your face in the Potion I took--I took it twice! I feel nerve wrecked around you--I smell you--I need you!" She exclaimed, feeling tears run down her face. Blaise reached over and wiped them away with his thumb. He bit his lip in thought, before answering.
"I need to think." He said, a thoughtful look on his face, before he kissed her forehead and left the room. Hermione sniffled and drew her feet to her chest, tears in her eyes. All of her presents were scattered around her, but she had no need for any of them. All but one, at least.
She dug through the pile, tears falling across them. She hung her cloak up on the door, moved the book from the dresser to her shelf, placed Draco's chain in her dresser drawer and placed Marina's memory holder on the desk. She carefully picked the necklace up, running her fingers over the figurine girl again, before unclasping it and putting it on. She pulled her hair out of it, before plopping down on her bag. Surely she would have a grant from class, today being the day that it was.
Closing her eyes, she didn't notice that the figurine's hair was floating around and she was glowing.
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After Hermione had taken a quick nap, she rushed off to grab a blueberry muffin from the kitchens and head to Charms. She had seated herself next to Harry in the double row of chairs. The chair behind him had Ron and Dean, followed by Seamus and Lavender.
Ron, who was allowed to attend class finally, had a large amount of bandage wrapped around his torso and had one crutch at the side of his desk. The class started and they were assigned to an open dueling period, the redheaded boy having to do bookwork while everyone was up. She and Harry had began to partner up, but he stopped.
"Hermione, your necklace." He noticed the figurine necklace was glowing. Shooting his hand into his pocket, he grabbed the ring with the chain that Marina had given Hermione. The brunette had trusted Harry to it and it was his job to remember for her to put it on. He handed it to her. She slapped his hand away, throwing a mindless charm that bounced off of Harry's shield.
"I don't want it." She said viciously, glaring. Harry set the leg-locker curse on her, to which she blocked with an Expelliarmus. Trying again, Harry hit his mark and grabbed Hermione's wrists. She screamed at him.
"Stop it! Cut it out, now!" She exclaimed loudly. Harry watched in double horror, first as the necklace's eyes lit up a bright red and her face became contorted in fury, and secondly, when Hermione lunged at him with her wand.
Pinning him to the floor and quickly grabbing the classes attention, she grabbed him around the neck. Harry grasped her wrist with one hand, but still managed to slide the chain around her neck with the other. Her ring finger--where she had slid Harry's ring, was glowing and burning as Harry felt himself lose breath.
Blood was slowing drawing from his neck, and Hermione felt the ring overcome her. In an instant, she had fallen unconscious over Harry's body, who sucked in a big breath and clasped at his throat, unable to breath properly. Professor Flitwick ran over, summoning someone to alert the Hospital Wing. Hermione Granger and Harry Potter were down for the count.
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In the Hospital Wing, Madam Pomfrey tutted at the two. Harry had a couple of claw marks in his neck, and from scans and charms, she could see that Hermione's strength had almost crushed his windpipe completely, and the poision was seeping into his throat. Hermione had a searing burn across her finger, and the ring had shot somewhat of a depressant into her to shut her body down.
And it was the girl's birthday, the medi-witch mused. Happy birthday to her.
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Emotions
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Chapter VIII
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Day Seven: Happy Birthday!
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