Hey guys, I know the popular vote was for another Dark story and I promise I won't disappoint, the pleas were heard; I have come up with a sequel to 'Sacrifices Must Be Made' however that isn't this one. This is an idea given to me by a special someone and I promised her to make it the next chapter. You'll find that nearly everyone is OOC in this story. I've been reading way too many stories with a 'small, weak' characters (Hermione especially) and I just had enough! Also heads up, Ron is not my friend.
So please sit back, enjoy and leave a review!
Can I Survive on Only Nine Lives?
"Are you sure there isn't anything you can do Severus?" the old man's voice was calm as he spoke just above a whisper; his words would break the girl further than she'd already been.
"None Headmaster. The girl has tampered with something even I can't undo. I knew something like this would happen someday; the know it all stepping too far"
"Severus!" the scowl Miss McGonagall adorned would've sent vicious cats running for the hills but the grease haired wizard just shut his trap and left the hospital wing in an even stride.
"Minny, let us leave the girl to her rest. When she awakes we'll calmly tell her of the outcome and with time, she'll come to control it with your tutelage" the Headmaster slowly made his way out of the wing with a nod goodnight to Pomfrey. Minerva however remained.
Her sad eyes fell upon her favoured Gryffindor student, the girl unconscious after being escorted to the hospital wing by her fellow trio members in a hysterical state. A Polyjuice potion; a thirteen year old girl successfully made such a complicated concoction on her own without the assistance of a professor or senior student. This left much of the staff both impressed and concerned. Her inexperience with such a creation left her unknowing and resulted in her current now incurable bodily state. Not wanting to leave the girl but knowing she must, the Head of House strolled out the door with her head high and an unshed glisten in her eye. Unseen by all the room's occupants as the darken hour hit it well, a lone tear fell from chocolate eyes.
'Housecat', 'Rat chaser', 'Kitty' and her personal favourite, 'The Red Rampant Mascot' were the names Hermione had come to know well after that tragic day in her second year. When she'd woken to the hospital wing's high windows in the early hours, Pomfrey was there with a calming draught and summoned the Headmaster immediately after. It took her all of ten minutes to comprehend the situation; her situation. The Polyjuice potion was never meant to mix with anything other than human hair to finish the transformation. Her portion, tainted, corrupted and incomplete turned her into the variation it was seemingly meant to. A human-cat hybrid. Thanks to the minor serum of a reluctant Potions Master, her face and skin were cleared of the excess fur but her bodily modifications were there to stay.
And so the muggle-born had to learn to live life with ears, eyes, teeth, claws and the tail of a cat.
"Morning Hermione. How are you today?" Harry appeared at her side. The dark haired wizard who also was close to being one of her few remaining friends within the last two years stayed by her side through thick and thin. He stood up for her against insults, hexes and even a bigot professor. She could honestly say she loved him; brotherly of course.
Now beginning their fourth year at School of Wizardry, Hermione had long since learned to ignore the teasing comments and calls following her wake. The way her fellow housemates tried to be kind but were nothing more than pity giving faceless zombies, made the brunette haired girl really appreciate what she did have. Two truly kind-hearted friends, a pair of big brotherly mischievous twins and undoubtedly the best parents any child could ask for.
"Fine, though I did wake to another dangling string above my bed. I wish the girl's would think up something more original after the summer" it had taken the Gryffindor a long time to grow pride in her new lifestyle and that included her cat like behaviour. Allowing herself a little freedom every now and then did allow herself to relax in hard times but only in the company of real people; her parents mostly. They took it all in humorous pride, not to mention she could now understand her familiar on a whole new level.
"I'm shocked; I mean you don't like string in the first place. Now if I was to entice you with something…" the green eyed boy chuckled at the icy catlike glare he'd received but dropped the topic none the less. It wasn't worth following anyway. "You hear about the rumours circulating this year?"
"You mean there is something else to talk about than me?"
"You're whiskers are showing Mione" Harry replied with a raised brow. It had become a code for the two; 'whiskers' meant she was being as cynical as a real cat.
"I'm sorry Harry. Go on. What's happening this year?" the brunette paused briefly outside the Great Hall to look at her fellow Gryffindor. He was grinning.
"You heard of the Triwizard Tournament?"
"I have" he was surprised at that.
"Really? I hadn't until I heard Ron talk about it earlier" Hermione's expression fell at the name. Second year was their last together as a trio.
Her insecurities at being a morphed girl really made her reclusive and untrusting; Harry was patient and understanding to her oddity enough to wait for her. Ron was not. The end of term was the last time she'd seen the redhead's kind smile of friendship because when the third year started, his entire personality changed. He joined in with groups teasing her, pointing and joking. Harry tried several times to dissuade the boy but his loyalties were no longer with them. Heart-broken and isolated Hermione resolved herself to a life of torment when a new hero emerged. The only sister, Ginny Weasley.
"If we're talking about my idiot brother can I pitch in my own horrifying stories of the dunderhead?" speak of the devil and thou shall appear. The youngest of the Weasley lot and only female of the brood, Ginny was a master of the hex and quite proudly loved to use it on the unsuspecting; mostly those who dare cause her friend harm.
The newly modified trio were seen together more often than not with Harry being the peacemaker and messenger of the group. When they saw their fellow housemates descending the stairs Hermione waved the boy off, his presence between them and others usually dissuaded most conflicts before they began. Taking the time the brunette checked herself over.
"Ginny…?"
"Yeah no problem Hermione" the girl replied without really being asked. The fourth year needed the boost of confidence in her concealment magic before every day started; nothing was worse than sitting for breakfast with a tail or ear popping out. "No signs whatsoever. You're getting really good at it now"
"I should be. McGonagall has been teaching me small tricks and techniques every weekend" the brown eyed girl smirked as she led them in behind a much larger group of Ravenclaws.
Professor McGonagall was the only teacher to show real emotion for and to Hermione. The headmaster popped in every now and then to check on her well-being and a few of the other professors said a 'hello' but it was the head of House that went out of her way to show true compassion. Long Saturday nights were spent housed up in her classroom showing, explaining and teaching the young student all about 'Animagi'. While that Hermione's condition wasn't afflicted by such magic in origin, the elder witch believed she could learn to conceal her wayward appearance in the same way the teacher changed from a cat to a woman. Over time and immense dedicated it worked; now fourth year looked like every other student in the hall, but every charm has its draw backs. Hermione's was her temper.
"Harry's down further so we'll sit here. All the boys are way too invested with this Tournament thing so we should be left alone" nodding her head, the brunette sat beside the younger girl and they waited patiently for their headmaster to start the meal.
While digging in to her eggs and toast Hermione's ears caught wind of many conversations happening all round the hall. A group of girl's talking their latest crushes, boys arguing over Quidditch broomsticks; even way down the end she heard Hagrid talking to Flitwick about the latest creatures the half giant got his hands on to raise for the year.
"You know what this Tournament is all about, Mione?" the girl nodded her head without looking up. "Care to tell me?"
"It was an event started about seven centuries ago as a friendly competition between the three wizarding schools that soon turned deadly. It was cancelled because of an incident and despite numerous attempts to get it restarted it seems only now have they succeeded"
"And what does it actually involve doing?" Ginny took a bite of toast.
"Three tasks are given to three champions; one from a different wizarding school. The one who does the best through all three wins"
"Where do you know all this from?" Hermione just grinned. "Never mind I'm sure I can guess. Oh, he's is going to say something" sure enough Professor Dumbledore had made his way from the table to the podium before his students.
"Looks like we're going to find out if the rumours are actually true" Hermione grumbled under her breath, really wanting the day to just start already.
"Is that them?"
"No it's just a bird. I thought you said you knew how they were getting here!"
"How the hell am I meant to know that?!"
Hermione sighed from her perch at a classroom window overlooking the crowds of students massing together in anticipation. It was 30th of October; the day the two schools were to arrive and like all sheep Hermione knew students to be, they crowded round the open grounds hoping to catch the first sign. Her delicate cat ears twitched at the many different levels of yelling and excitement coming in from the outside.
Because of the arrivals their last period class was cancelled and aggravated at not having a distraction the brunette girl took the chance to hide away in an abandoned room, open her book and totally relax. A well brushed tail lazily swished about and her claws ever so careful to turn the page, Hermione was in an atmosphere of serenity.
"I see them!" until that happened. Clenching her sharp teeth together and hissing viciously out the window, knowing no one was actually looking, her amber eyes caught sight of a flying carriage. Not falling per say but descending from the skies in the wake of several large winged horses.
"Guess they did see something" she mumbled before returning to her book. She didn't bother looking up again when another outcry was heard, this time with the attention turning towards the lake. "Why do I bother?" snapping her latest novel closed and shoving it back into her bag the fourth year stood up and stretched as high as her fingers could go. A yawn broke free of her mouth bringing her back to earth. "I need a nap. If I go find McGonagall maybe she'll let me skip the evening east in favour of extra practise" sauntering out of the room after taking careful precision to hide away the abnormalities Hermione missed the single eye witness watching her actions.
The corridors were empty, thank god for Hermione as she quickly took her things up the multiple flights of stairs back to the dormitory. By her luck or sheer coincidence the brown eyed girl nearly ran into her Transfiguration teacher not two hallways down from her hideaway. Unfortunately she didn't get the desired response.
"I'm sorry Miss Granger but this feast is a very important one and all students must be on their best behaviour to not insult our guests. I hope to see you there with your friends. I'm sure the Weasley lot will need an extra conscious" that was all the witch said before she left her student standing there in a pout. Now climbing through the portrait her mind was so distracted she didn't notice the single occupant of the room.
"Hermione! Wait" the girl flinched round at the voice and had her wand at the ready a split second later. Standing terrified at the end of it was Neville.
"Oh merlin Neville. I'm sorry"
"No Hermione! That was my fault I didn't mean to scare…I mean startle you. I just ah…" the boy was nervous. His hands were sweaty and shaking slightly, he didn't give any eye contact and Hermione could read him like her books. Easy.
"Neville, its fine. I'm just going to drop my things off then leave. McGonagall wants us downstairs for the feast in welcoming the schools. You should go" she headed up to the girl's dormitory
"Oh ok…see you later…Mione" Neville's voice faded with her steps and she figured he'd left the common room. The catgirl had nothing against the fast growing boy; he was a kind-hearted young man, always was but sometimes she pitied him for not having the backbone like the rest of Gryffindor. He needed to learn to stick up for himself, it'd save his friends from having to rescue him from the likes of Malfoy and his goons. Speaking of.
"I wonder where that lots is today. Can't imagine them enjoying the attention being elsewhere but on their selfish smug faces…" Hermione dumped her things on her bed, charmed it with protection before making her way out of the tower. Her internal clock told her she was ahead of time, but that just mean she'd have first pick at her seat. Something her redheaded friend might appreciate for once.
The Hall was quickly filled soon as the dinner hour came about. All of Hogwarts was keen to see the newest faces joining in for the Tournament. Hermione, Harry and Ginny were joined by the redhead's twin brothers and surprisingly the tall dark haired boy who'd looked more scared to be there than not. He picked up on mild conversation with Harry while Hermione shared a look with the third year girl.
"Did you invite him?" she whispered.
"No, but if he wants to be here I see no harm in it. Just don't let him get jinxed for it would you? I feel bad enough knowing you guys get teased for hanging around me" the brunette mumbled back only to receive a hard jab to the ribs and a glare.
"We're your friends. Just because you sprout a tail and amber eyes doesn't mean nothing. This is Hogwarts, that stuff should be normal by now"
"Uh Mione, I ah…" Neville spoke up hoping to not completely interrupt the girl's talk but needed to say something he couldn't get out earlier.
"Yes Neville?"
"I just wanted to tell you I…"
"Welcome to another year at Hogwarts!" Dumbledore was at his podium addressing the entire school and sadly his voice drowned out anything the poor boy was going to say next. "I'm delighted to announce our guests who will be joining us for the year as we all participate in the marvellous event, The Triwizard Tournament!" the hall exploded with applause and cheer. "Now I hope you'll all join me in welcoming the lovely ladies from Beauxbaton's Academy of Magic and their Headmistress Madam Maxime!" with the last word ringing in their ears the double doors opened themselves to reveal two lines of beautifully dressed girls in blue. Their march forward was more of an enrapturing dance, mystifying all the eyes upon them as they strolled their way down the centre aisle of the hall to the end where the tower of a woman greeted the Headmaster with a smile.
Hermione had to give it to the ladies. They were really entrancing; their perfectly timed steps, their pheromone filled scents; the brunette was sure that was some sort of charm and then their 'magical' butterflies that filled the room briefly before fizzing out into sparks. The hall filled with applause mostly from the male population as they took their seats at the end of the Ravenclaw table. She too clapped politely; it was a good performance, even if Ginny did groan at her brother's over enthusiasm at having 'girls like that' at their school.
"Now we have the fine lads from Durmstrung Institute and their Headmaster Igor Karkaroff!" the hairs on the back of the girl's neck started to prickle soon as the mass of young men entered the hall brandishing staffs while in thick fur lined coats. Their display was more for power and authority over beauty or intelligence the girl's gave and it didn't sit well with Hermione. Yes they looked intimidating and very worthy to be there for the Tournament but not everything could be accomplished with brute strength alone. It didn't distract the girl from one young man who stormed his way down the aisle.
"Oh my god it's him! Victor Krum!"
That caught Hermione's attention. Krum? That was a Quidditch player right? She didn't know for sure but the look the wizard gave her as he passed stayed with Hermione for a while. It came as no surprise to anyone really; besides Ron when the group joined the other side of the hall with the Slytherins.
"Well this will prove to be a very interesting year ae Mione" Ginny leaned in to whisper as her eyes travelled over the newly arrived young men. She should've been listening to the headmaster like her friend but she had more important things to concentrate on.
"Ginny…" the brunette giggled slightly before looking up front again. She just realised with the turn that her nerves were still very twitchy. That caused a flicker of her eyes. Was someone watching her? A glance to the Slytherins answered no; no one in her own table was looking away from the headmaster and the newly revealed Goblet of Fire. With just enough of a turn Hermione's turned amber eyes caught onto sensuous dark blue. It was a girl in silk robes and trimmed hat; Beauxbatons.
"Anyone who wishes to compete merely write their name upon a piece of parchment and throw it into the flames. But I must warn you…" her headmaster was explaining the rules but his words didn't sink in with the fourth year as she glared intensely at her hands. Claws were extended and making shredded work of the wooden table. 'What had her so uneasy?'
"Mione? You ok?" Ginny looked concerned while the twins glanced around hoping no one else was catching sight of the girl's very deadly nails.
"I just…I don't know"
"You have to tell McGonagall Hermione"
"No I don't" the two were going back and forth since the previous evening and despite the brunette's best efforts she couldn't shake the younger witch from her company and the never ending friend advice she didn't ask for.
"This is serious"
"I over reacted to the new students arriving. That's all it was. One of those Durmstrung guys was staring at me and I got a little tense. No one saw my claws Ginny" the girl's voice whispered off when she heard others walking down the hallway. They didn't need any more attention. "Everything is fine"
"Your concealment shifted. Your eyes and nails changed because of one 'guy', doesn't that seem a bit strange to you?"
"I hold up that enchantment every day for at least fifteen hours. Of course I'm going to slip once in a while. McGonagall is an excellent teacher but I'm only a teenager Ginny. I'm not a master of any magic yet"
"I beg to differ" the redhead huffed still following her friend. It was Halloween, a favoured night for all magical folk and really the one night Ginny wished her fellow lion would just let go. Be the cat she was and scare the living daylights out of all the students who dare tease her; at least that's what Fred and George tried to get her to do. 'Would be so worth it' she thought while Hermione called her name repeatedly.
"What?"
"Are you coming? We're meeting Harry for lunch remember" she gave the younger Gryffindor a look as the two made their way from the tower to the Great Hall. It wasn't even a whole day since the two school landed on their grounds and already Hermione's little 'problem' was a line in history. Students were gossiping about the champion selection; seeing the famous Quidditch player from Durmstrung or how the Beauxbatons girls were so unnaturally beautiful it couldn't be humanly possible. The brunette was positive the obnoxious loudmouth Ronald summed it up nicely.
"They're Veela!"
True to the myths 'Veela' were descendants of the Siren and the Harpy. Of course the wizarding world knew little in terms of customs, magic and other abilities but what was known was their enchanting capabilities and supposedly 'aquatic' factors. Capturing the attention of any man or woman was the first step in a supposed planned scheme; reeling them in with sweet words or a soothing like song was the second to work. After that they did as they wished with their victims; the rumours of drowning them had Hermione thinking it was all a load of…
"Look out!" her mind processed the outcry from Ginny but didn't manage to avoid the oncoming collision in time. The body she hit was solid yet soft; a witch who was at least half a head taller than her, with a curvy frame and strong shoulders. Older by her smell and Hermione knew no student of Hogwarts wore such light closing. Arms immediately found their way around the Gryffindor to steady her but the brunette was already locked on to emotionally wild eyes. It was the same girl who was staring at her the night before.
"Are you alright mon cœur?" the Beauxbatons seventh year's voice was soft, floaty almost as she gazing longingly into those dark brown orbs. A flicker. The chocolate colour was changing, lightening into a richer hue as the pupil elongated into a thin slit. 'Cat?'
"I'm fine. Leave me alone" pushing herself free and away from the tall blonde witch Hermione had to refocus her magic. 'It slipped again. Dammit'. She glared up at the unknown woman, eyes finally back to their normal colour. "Watch where you're going next time. Other people walk this corridor too" storming off without a glance back the fourth year didn't wait for her friend to catch up nor did she see the look the older witch was sending her way.
"What a rude girl! I 'ope she didn't insult…Fleur?" a fellow classmate of the international student stepped forward.
"I'm in love" blue eyes were captivated as they watched the body storm away out of sight. Her friends and fellow Veela could only watch on in shocked silence.
"Fleur?"
"She's ze one"
The Hall was filled near instantaneously. With the anticipation on the upcoming tournament and the selection of champions, Hermione and Ginny barely found a place to sit and watch. Only a few feet from them, Harry, Ron, Neville and the remainder of her fourth year housemates waited with anxiousness; they hoped for a Gryffindor representative. The brunette was doubtful. All buzzing commotion suddenly died down as the mass of students, home and guests alike watched Professor Dumbledore approach the massive cup. Placing his hand upon the ancient wood the flames turned red and spat out a name of the first champion.
Hermione zoned out after hearing the first of many applause.
Her readings kept her very aware of what this tournament would entail. Three deadly tasks would equate to one champion winning the Triwizard Cup for their school for the next how many years until the next one was held. Fame, fortune; it was all nonsense to the girl. What was worth having such things if no one accepted you in the first place?
"It's us now Mione. You watching?" the insistent tapping was becoming annoying fast.
"Yes Ginny…" Hermione drawled out while her eyes were facing the opposite side of the room. The name was read and crowds cheered. A Hufflepuff? Well that was unexpected.
"Our three champions have been selected!" Dumbledore's voice rang out across the massive space. Hermione finally looked up to see students whispering in excitement, bets already placed and the staff looking to each other with mild concern. It was then she saw the spark. The Goblet wasn't yet finished. Cautiously the Headmaster stepped forward to a blazing inferno of red and a whimsical fluttering piece of paper that escaped its clutches.
"Ah fourth?" whispers started to circulate the hall
"But there's only three schools"
"Maybe it's a mistake" Ginny said quietly "It can make mistakes…right?"
"I honestly don't know"
"Hermione Granger!" the elder wizard threw her name out like the casting of a spell. Its echo ringing out through the castle long after it left the hall. All eyes slowly began to turn on her.
"No way" Ron said
"You?!"
"Impossible!" Dean and Seamus were both gawking at her as she stood up and made the walk down the long aisle of students.
"The HouseCat? You've got to be kidding?!" A Slytherin called from the back.
"She's not even old enough to compete!" another shouted as she reached the headmaster with both plea and fear in her eyes. He merely shook his head before gesturing her towards the door she assumed the other champions took. Hermione could feel the weight of thousands of eyes glaring into her back. Her nerves were twitching restlessly; her cat like instincts screaming at her to run. Escape. Hide.
The stone stairway down to the hidden trophy room was silent and cold. Upon her entrance to the landing she came face to face with Cedric Diggory, seventh year Hufflepuff and normally a calm polite student.
"Do they want us back up there now?" he said curiously. His eyes trailing over the girl's nervous form.
"Ah no…they…"
"It is you" an angelic voice broke her internal self-pitying and brown eyes snapped across to the form of Fleur Delacour; now Beauxbatons champion.
"You" the girl glared back with malice in her voice. Further talk was hindered by the stampede of teachers all shouting over each other to get down the stairs quickly.
Hermione soon found herself in a very awkward position. Her headmaster believed her when she didn't cast her name in, nor get an older student to do so. 'I have no older friends, sir. No one would do me any favours'. She completely forgot the age line supposedly guarding the goblet. The other Professor's did not.
"She is lying!" Maxime shouted as she swatted the dangling candelabra aside. Fleur looked to her school's principle like she grew another head; worried eyes focusing on the fourth year.
"Albus, no mere fourth year could spell the goblet to spit out any name it doesn't choose itself. Only a powerful enchantment could've done something like this" Moody spurted from his corner while the Durmstrung instructor cut into him instantly.
"There is no other option. She must compete" Bagman hesitantly voiced over the uprising of conversation. His eyes moved to the now angry brunette. "As of tonight, the Tournament has a fourth Champion"
Locking herself up in her dormitory was illogical; useless when an entire house wanted to bombard her with millions of questions a minute. When she returned that night the six and seventh years were curious to her methods of passing the Age Line Dumbledore set up while everyone else just stared or glared at her constantly. She stuck to her single conviction.
"I didn't do it"
That night she spelled her bed with protection charms and rose early the next day hoping to avoid all contact with people. In such a place as a magical boarding school, it turned out to be impossible. Everywhere she walked there were barely concealed whispers, outcries of abuse and glares from every year, house and school. The only one to not ask her a single thing was Harry.
"We can always hide in the library if you want"
"They know to look there" she replied without a glance up from her homework. The two had resigned to the Great Hall during a study hour between classes. To Hermione it was just another place she could feel the stares but with a patrolling McGonagall close by, no one had the guts or skill to do anything.
"How about Hagrid's then?" he gave her a hopeful glance which she couldn't say no to. Trust the Boy Who Lived to always find a way out. Closing her book and handing it off to her teacher she nodded and led the boy away from prying eyes.
Hagrid wasn't much better in the curious department but after her repetitive denial answers he quickly got the picture and returned their visit to the good old friendly 'hello' it was before. Rock cakes and tea aside, Hermione for once had a relaxing afternoon without the trouble of concerned teachers, angry and jealous students; the opposite of her yearly schooling plans and calmed down enough to let her features change.
Poor Hagrid went mental the first time he saw her two years prior. Not for pity or curiosity but the half giant was worried someone had cursed the girl and was ready to get revenge, punishment or no. The brunette nearly cried that night after a long chat with the groundskeeper. After all they've been through, he was still her friendly half-giant guardian.
The Gryffindor trio came into a routine of breakfast, classes, dinner and back to the common room just before bedtime. Ginny made herself pretty clear in her position when a rowdy group of Hufflepuff third years tried their luck at bullying and insulting the brunette using the only ammunition they had; her feline tendencies. Needless to say the Bat-Bogey Hex had their lot running for cover long before any professor could get to the scene.
Hermione was really surprised when the twins stood up against their own housemates one lunch time and told them all to sod off if they couldn't get over their jealousy and immaturity; it resulted in an open eating space for the girl who was joined by her best friend, Harry, the Weasley duo and to Hermione's shock; Neville. He tried through multiple attempts to apologize for the last two years of his 'friend' absence. Going on to say how he'd wished he had the bravery to stand up and help her after everything she's done for him. The girl was just happy to have another ally.
The champions knew they were in for a hard year ahead but they didn't expect photos and interviews by the Ministry's infamous Rita Skeeter to be included. Pulled from classes to pose for an obnoxious woman and her pet photographer wasn't how Hermione wished to spend her studying hours. She was at the school to learn, not be paraded around as some unique specimen.
"We want to know what makes a champion tick. What quirks hide behind those rosy cheeks" the woman said as she slapped the side of Fleur's face. The blonde was astonished while Hermione tried not to smirk in her chair. Their position for the news was both females seated on delicately placed chairs with the boys standing behind them. It was rather sexist in the girl's opinion. "What mysteries do muscles mask…?" Rita continued her prowl around the boys. After her wonderful mouth filled alliteration the brunette was ready for a nap; a long quiet 'dead to the world' kind of nap. The day was already giving her a headache.
"Are you alright mon ange?" her eyes snapped open to find concerned blue orbs staring intently at her at the same time she felt a soft warm hand cover her own. This foreign girl's intrusion into her life was really becoming an annoyance.
"I'm fine. Little sleep at night makes one tired…" Hermione replied while she looked away. Damn those eyes and their owner.
"Ah oui. I know ze feeling"
"Oh that makes you an expert then?!"
"How about you?" Rita's face suddenly appeared before the two and their conversation broke. "Let's start with the youngest"
"You can write what you wish about the champions and this bloody tournament but you can't make me say anything. I have the Headmaster's permission to decline. Now if you'll all excuse me" Hermione stood up with such power Fleur had to lean back to take her all in. "I have classes to return to" with that the fourth year was gone. Leaving them all speechless and Fleur, rather flushed. Pleasantly so.
The first task was within days and Hermione still had no idea what it involved. Her mind was twisting in on itself trying to come up with any idea as to the possibilities. It wasn't just the tournament that had her strained either; Fleur Delacour seemed to become more than another hindrance to her life. Nearly everywhere the four year went the blonde seemed to just show up; her entourage included. The mass of girls looked radiant in their fine blue silk robes; pristine hats, gloves and bags. They glided down the hallways and illuminated and classroom they attended. Boys of all ages were gawking and day dreaming about then while the witches seemed to…enjoy it. All of it made Hermione so furious; the worst part was she didn't know why!
"Hagrid, was there a reason you dragged me out here in the middle of the night? I honestly love the night walks we've done in the past but the timing really isn't..." the girl said as she pulled her cloak round her more. It didn't help matters that they were in the forbidden forest.
"Oh no Hermione. It's not about tha'. I wanted to show ya something. Help ya out in this tournament. I mean, the rules never said you couldn't get help righ'?" there was a gleam in his was correct; there was no rule against the help of outsiders to provide the champions with information before any upcoming tasks. As long as no help was giving during those tasks, the loophole was left unchecked. It proved very effective.
Dragons. Hermione hid behind a tree, both from the workers restraining the creatures and Hagrid's 'date' Madam Maxime whom he invited initially to hopefully get some sway with the giantess. Hermione was a romantic at heart but those two…she wished things she could be unseen. Her hiding place was perfect to watch the numerous wizards and witches real in the mighty creatures. Flames were billowing out between the bars of their cages and yet the workers didn't give up an inch to calm them down.
"Fine creatures, are zey not?" Hermione spun around to capture blue eyes mere inches away from her face. Caught between a tree and a hard place, the fourth year cursed herself for lack of attention.
"I haven't studied dragons enough to know…" she replied with an annoyed tone. The blonde merely glanced round the trunk to the ongoing struggle.
"Zey each 'ave zeir weaknesses. I 'ave read zat a sleeping charm is ra'zer effective…" Fleur spoke softly, letting her voice become the entrancing sound to call for the younger girl.
"I care little to what 'you' have found effective Delacour. I'm here to learn how to survive this blasted tournament and I don't need some prissy French doll getting involved in my life making it more messed up. School mates do that enough as it is. Now leave me alone for once!" through her tirade not heard over the roaring of Dragons other than Fleur, Hermione's magic loosened over her concealments and before the foreign student's very eyes her ears, eyes and teeth changed back to their feline form.
Something that made the blonde's blood simmer. Caught in a moment of bewilder, Fleur was shoved aside as the brunette made her escape, having enough information to work with on the first task. Watching the girl disappear into the darkness, the Veela born witch could only hold herself together by biting her lip.
"Such an exquisite girl. My song seems to only make 'er angry, but zat does not mean it is ineffective. Oh non mon amor. I will 'ave you. After ze task, we'll meet again"
Soon after the Veela found it effective to keep herself and her band of beauties far from the young champion until the First Task, Fleur discovered how paranoid her love really was. Giving space in hopes to gain later favour did circle Fleur's mind but she had little time for focus with reality closing in. A dragon was no easy task to beat and she was determined to do the best; her school and her love were watching. There was nothing but perfection.
"Concentrate. See ze creature, watch ze creature and when ze time comes. Strike" Madam Maxime spoke softly to her student away from the others. It was just before they were to each take on their challenge and the professors were given a last few moments with their students before taking the judging table. Fleur saw little value in the words but nodded none the less.
Her eyes fell to the young brunette occupying the tents far corner, alone, focused and very tense before the Ministry official had them all standing in a tight circle ready to pull something from a bag. It was their selection of dragon and order they were to proceed. The tall Hogwarts egotistical charmer went first.
With her ear to the arena sounds of cheer and horror, Fleur kept her eyes firmly on the girl standing divided. The witch would've never suspected that such a small frame would hold such weight on her shoulders. Circumstances aside, no one so young deserved to be abandoned by friends simply because they were different. The Veela had to admit, the fluffy ears were rather cute on her little one.
"Miss Delacour. You are next" a voice came from the tent entrance. Fleur raised her head and nodded.
"Zank you"
Brown eyes watched silently. Hermione was succeeding in her calming ritual only after she witnessed the French witch leave her presence. The damned woman had some sort of hold over her. She was sure of it.
"Bloody Veela's and their songs…" she muttered to herself. The girl was getting further agitated the longer she thought about those deep blue eyes, soft plump pink lips; the sway in her movements…
"Dammit!" Hermione cursed herself and punched the tent poll with a fist. She had a tournament to survive not become obsessed with a seducing creature that may or may not care for her outcome.
"Miss Granger? It's your turn now" Hermione looked up to find the man standing before her looking a little concerned. It was only then she realised no one else occupied the tent.
"My…? Already…?" she swallowed thickly realising that time past way too quickly before slowly walking out to the silent crowds. No one would be cheering for her; her school already had a champion, a more accomplished one too.
"Come on Hermione!"
"You can do it!" the girl looked up and found two grinning faces. Harry was leaning over the railing to wave in her direction while Ginny at his side gave her a thumbs up, not two rows behind them the twins were waving at her too. Guess she did have supporters. Taking a deep breath Hermione walked right out into the middle of the arena where waiting for her was the largest and the deadliest of the dragons; A Hungarian Horntail. It was her luck to somehow end up with the meanest, fastest and deadliest of the lot. That didn't defect her from her course. She was going to win.
A quick dash out from the incoming flames landed her behind a large boulder. The sounds of crashing and scraping of the dragon's claws as it came closer only made her move faster trying to find constant cover. The charms she flew at the creatures seemed to do little. The sleep spell, a shield and even tried blast the thing with rocks; nothing deterred the dragon from going after her with claws teeth, tail and over abundance of flame. Stopping short when an explosion of rock landed where her next step was going to be, the girl lost it.
"That's it! You want to mess with me you bloody dragon!" jumping out from her cover to the crowd's horror she released a roar of her own. One that echoed her inner animalistic beast and shuddered through the entire stadium. Magic falling away, the girl's features were revealed to the spectators; her ears strung up through her hairline, eyes brightened and teeth bare. Claws cut through the rock like butter and her bushy tail stood proudly in the air just like the cat she was. The scaled beast and the feline hybrid squared in an intense staring battle. A hissing student against a nose smoking creature.
Hogwarts had never seen their smartest witch come out so spectacularly. Their mouths hung open as not two seconds after climbing down from her rock did Hermione walk right up to the dragon's nose and swipes her claws across the muzzle. An ear wrenching cry escaped the beast before it closed in on itself and whimpered pitifully, fearful yellow eyes watching the girl's every step.
"You try to singe my hair again and I'll give you another! You hear me?!" she hissed at the dragon gaining another pitched whine and a wing covering its face. Stomping her way over to collect her egg, Hermione grumbled under her breath as she left the arena, her task now over. Sitting up in the stands Hagrid chuckled lightly.
"Guess no' everyone knows Hungarian Horntails are deathly afraid of cats huh"
The four champions were seated about the classroom watching their professors argue back and forth over the latest competitor. While Hermione cared none for their spiteful words, she sat there combed her claws through the fine fur of her tail; after so long and with difficulty in hiding her unique morphed features, she'd given in. The entire school saw her beat a dragon moments ago with her bare hands, needless to say she felt more powerful in her natural state than ever before.
"I demand that girl be disqualified this instant!" Karkaroff yelled as he glared at Hermione as though she offended him.
"Igor I believe we have already discussed this; none of the champions cannot participate as they are bound to the contract of the…" Bagman tried to pitch in but it was dwarfed over the man's continued yelling.
"She is part creature! That is cheating! Our students cannot compete when the like of that…thing with abilities…"
"I will appreciate you do not call my students such names, Igor" Dumbledore's voice was calm as ever. He sent a hard look to his old friend which seemed to simmer the man down to an ember of his original flaming temper.
"I would simply appreciate knowing zat ze girl could do such zings in ze first place. My Fleur could've used 'er own abilities if zey are allowed" Maxime looked both annoyed and smug at the idea of nonhumans being allowed special privileges.
"You're only agreeing to this because you'll take any advantage you can get" Karkaroff turned on the giantess the instant she stopped talking. What none of the adults saw was the approaching seventh year student coming to stand at Hermione's side.
"I zink ze matter is left wiz us do you not agree?" Fleur spoke up with a commanding political tone. When all eyes focused on her she continued. "We are ze ones competing in zis tournament and as ze rules clearly do not state anyzing against one being part creature, shouldn't we be ze ones to pass judgement on zis? If zere is even such a zing to discuss?" her eyes went over the other champions, the boys silent understanding was apparently clear. Cedric was first to stand up.
"I for one allow it. Hermione is a good student and clearly didn't enter herself" the aforementioned girl snorted at his attempted diplomatic image. "If it gives her better chances, let her use whatever magic she can" a gruff mumbled agreement came from the Durmstrung Quidditch player that quickly shut their professors conversation down further. Fleur was smiling brightly.
"Zere, ze matter is solved. Now if you'll permit us professors; we'd like to rest in our rooms. May we be excused?" the over the top way the girl spoke nearly made Hermione throw up a hairball.
"Yes of course. All of you off to bed. You've had a long day" Dumbledore gave them dismissal before any other headmaster could change their minds.
With the doors closed and Fleur ignoring the boys walking ahead of them, she turned her attention to a still brooding fourth year catgirl who was trying to stomp away from her.
"Why'd you do that?"
"Why did I do what mon amor?" Fleur smiled as she toyed with a strand of wavy brown hair. The hand was instantly swatted away as the girl whirled to an abrupt halt.
"If you're only doing it so you can use your Veela abilities in this thing then just leave me and my condition out of it" Hermione growled at the girl's obvious lack of attention.
"Ah so you know of my being a Veela. I 'ad a feeling you are interested in me. 'Ow sweet. I like you too" her smile never wavered nor did her light touches to the girl's hair.
"Of course I know! The whole bloody school does by now. You don't keep it a secret with your classmates messing around with every student they see. Not to mention the songs I hear coming…"
"You're listening to my song?" that caught her attention making the blonde step in closer to the smaller girl, her eyes darkened slightly and her aroma intensified ten fold. "Did you like it?" Fleur cared none for the personal space Hermione was clearly uncomfortable having invaded.
"It's…not my taste…" Hermione swallowed hesitantly wanting nothing more than to leave. Her now unrestrained senses were now only breathing in the very sweet smell coming off the older witch; made her head spin and tail flicker madly.
"Ah, zat is too bad. I will work on it. For you" Fleur leaned in, her lips were so close now. Only millimetres apart. If the French born were to pronounce the right word…
"I don't want you doing anything for me" Hermione pushed herself back quickly, teeth clenched. "Leave me out of whatever plan your little brain is trying to concoct. I just want to survive this school and try to live an ordinary life!"
"But you are not an ordinary person mon ange. You deserve so much more" Fleur's voice was soft even after the rough treatment she received.
"Right, because a naturally born 'Being' would understand" with that the brunette left in a hurry, not wanting to hear any more of what the feminine devil had to say.
It was only when she came upon the Fat Lady did Hermione come to a stop and take a deep breath.
"Why is this year going so wrong? I didn't want anything to do with this stupid tournament; but just to pass my classes" she ran her clawed fingers through her mane of hair. Ears flicking back up after the action. "Now I have another bloody task to decipher and only a giant ass egg sitting up there to help me" cursing the magical ancestors of generations past the brunette gave the password and wandered into the common room. Only to be bombarded with colour, excited faces and cheer.
"She's back!"
"You did it!"
"Tell us how you bet that dragon? It's a bloody DRAGON!" voices were yelling at her from every direction, the students of Gryffindor seemed to take her achievement upon themselves and celebrate her success; without her opinion. Catching the sight of Harry by the staircase giving her an apologetic look, the Weasley duo by the fireplace not participating and Ginny nowhere in sight Hermione quickly reaffirmed her suspicions. Only when she saw her golden egg being passed around did she speak.
"Who asked you to do this?" the room came down in volume. All eyes on her. "Did I say you could touch my prize? Did I even get asked if I wanted a party?"
"Come on Mione" the voice of Dean came to the front of the crowd, his face still smiling. "You bested a dragon! You got the best score out of every champion. I'd say that's enough excuse to celebrate"
"Not to mention to showing them Hufflepuffs and other schools what Gryffindors can really do" she knew that voice, she knew the face, the name and the reputation. Ron bloody Weasley. Standing there in all his redheaded glory; holding her egg.
"What 'Gryffindors' can really do? You mean like abandon their friends?" Hermione said casually as she looked him in the eye. "How we take face value above all else?" the room became a graveyard; all voices dead and buried. "How about you tell me what being a 'Gryffindor' means. Because in the last two years of being in this house I've been disrespected, ignored, insulted, taunted and even cursed at because of what happened to me. You were there Ron Weasley!" she pointed at him, the sudden change of attention making his face match his hair.
"Take a good look now! This is what happened to me TWO years ago and not a single one of you gave me sympathy nor understanding! I've achieved immeasurable points for Gryffindor with every class, every work presented and it's only now, when I literally bare my claws in a deathly tournament I didn't even sign up for! Do you lot think I'm doing it for you. Guess what, I'm not. I'm doing it for me!" she snatched the egg from his shaking limbs, her claws coming within inches to his delicate fingers. "I only have a handful of friends left in this house; and you are not one of them Ronald Bilius Weasley. So you can leave my name and my accomplishments out of every celebration you think Gryffindor has earned. If it weren't for Harry or your wiser siblings, I'd request changing my house altogether. Now go back to your party or whatever you want to do. I'm going to bed. Some of us care about our education" with a flourish of her mane Hermione moved through the crowd and up the staircase without another glance. The remaining students were left to simmer in her harsh words.
"You know they're still talking about it" Harry said just above a whisper as the two twirled around the classroom. With the first task over, the Yule Ball was coming up and McGonagall wanted her house ready to show themselves with pride; that meant a lot of dancing lessons. Hermione was surprised Harry took it so naturally.
"Of course they are. Everything I seem to do these days is worth gossiping about" the brunette girl sighed quietly letting the dark haired boy spin them around. "Least the twins are having a great time tricking their own house for once. I've never seen so many boils on one person before; Ron makes purple look rather good"
After that splendid night, Fred and George found the perfect revenge on their youngest brother for his actions and egotistical behaviour; two years' worth of it. Watching the fourth year attempt at snitching on his sneaking brothers was entertaining; McGonagall didn't bat an eyelash.
"Still, he could change. When he finally gets over the fact he wasn't picked, doesn't have the same magical skill, wisdom, brilliance or anything like you do"
"You say that every year Harry but he's not going to change" the green eyed boy gave a pitiful look to which she rolled her eyes. "I'm sorry but I'm being realistic. I'm not mad you're still trying to be his friend but don't expect me to go out of my way for him"
"Fair enough. But there was something I wanted to ask you. Of course you can say no, I just thought it'd be easier this way and being friends it would…"
"Spit it out" she chuckled.
"Will you go to the ball with me? As friends. It will be a fun night, you, me, Fred and George. Ginny will be able to go, if Neville ever gets round to asking her that is" he broke off when the girl gave him a tight hug.
"Thank you Harry. You're the best"
"I know" he grinned. The girl could feel his hands moving.
"Don't push it"
"But they're so fluffy!"
"Excuse me? Mind if I cut in?" the grinning face of Fred Weasley appeared form nowhere and Hermione unable to decline the offer left Harry and his sneaking fingers for the taller partner. The twin didn't try anything funny, he kept his teasing and tricks for another Gryffindor but half way through the song he did switch around with George and the two had really enjoyed the short dance with the bushy tailed girl. It was the first time she laughed in recorded school history.
Hermione felt the shift within the school halls. Since the conclusion of the first task and her astonishing handling of the fierce dragon whom she turned into a whimpering mouse, the girl has become an inspiration. Her classmates no longer whispered behind her back, no more hexes or curses sent her way; hell, the Slytherins were keeping themselves and their comments in her good graces. Hermione Granger had the entire Hogwarts School in the palm of her hand. Well, almost everyone.
"I loathe the day you learnt to sneak around like this" Hermione all but growled at the tall blonde currently cornering her against an alcove. Normally her sensitive ears would've picked up on a lurking body crawling its way in but the Veela born was too good.
"You won't be zinking zat way for long mon amor. I 'ave many a talent zat you will find most…appealing" the seventh year girl had positioned her body to either force Hermione further against the wall or give in and press forward into her own. Solid arms braced against stone were the only thing keeping the two inches apart and Fleur from wandering her tingling hands over the smooth skin awaiting under that hideous grey uniform.
Fleur's sleepless nights were spend longing for the touch of the girl's warm body, mouth-watering scent and the taste of her sweet skin. All of which she couldn't have; yet.
"Most appealing thing to me right now is for you to leave me the hell alone" amber encrusted eyes were boring into misty blue, difference in height they may have been Hermione raised herself enough to be intimidating, all without touching the blonde before her.
But she wanted to. Something deep within her core was screaming at her to lurch forward, sink her canines into the milky flesh and devour. Forget the human she was and become the Predator.
"I see no fun in zat ma belle. Zere is so much we could do toge'zer, all of it away from ze prying eyes…" her smug grin was what turned the brunette away. Fleur knew her woes better than expected. The way eyes still trailed after her in the hallways. How she never seemed to get a moments peace. "Somewhere zey couldn't find us…do you like zat 'Ermione?" a slender finger came up to trace her jawline and every nerve in Hermione's brain was telling her not to bite it. The Veela would enjoy it too much and she's never be able to leave.
"If such a place exists, visit it yourself" the brown eyed girl forced her way from the captive body, the brush between their fronts the unfortunate but heavenly rewarded aftermath Hermione had to convince herself, she didn't love.
It wasn't the first time Fleur had purposely brought the two together in an intimate situation since the First Task. She was determined to not only gain the younger brunette in a moment of unawares but to put them in such a position that would make any normal minded human blush in embarrassment. With every passing try, the brunette was finding it harder and harder to tell the girl 'no'.
The upcoming Ball was soon the only thing that preoccupied the girl's mind. Classes became meaningless in comparison to her concentration and the hours were spent preparing mentally. That wasn't to say Hermione was neglectful; quite contrary. Her notes were pristine, homework more than adequate; the professors would praise her with house points and well wishes. Not that she needed any of it.
With Christmas sunrise came the spirited holiday, gifts exchanged, friends celebrated and Hermione finally had a moment to breathe. The spotlight was not on her for once; a fact she knew would only remain for a few hours until that evening when she'd be required the entrance and ritual of first dance among the other champions. More than accurately dressed for the occasion and spinning round on the floor with Harry…
Keeping her loathing to herself as Ginny rattled on about her gifts that year, the brunette had one smiling moment to appreciate. No space invading, body touching, unwanted blonde Veelas to ruin her day. Over twelve hours of freedom; perfection. The concept was so lightening to Hermione…she felt like going outside.
"I'm going for a walk" Ginny paused in her tirade to look at the brunette.
"Are you crazy? It's snowing outside, middle of winter; Christmas remember?!"
"I'm unnaturally warm anyway, I'll be fine. I feel like going to the lake" the girl got her cloak and scarf.
"No thanks" the redhead said before anything else was said.
"Wasn't going to invite you anyway" the two shared a grin before the human feline left the tower.
Everyone was too busy enjoying their Christmas with fellow housemates and friends than to notice the sneaky shadow making her way out into the white landscape. The wind was beyond freezing and the snow powder fresh, shoes sinking in to the well-known path did nothing to the weather worn Gryffindor; having a little extra cover did the girl wonders in times like these. The Lake wasn't iced over, a mystery that captivated Hermione's mind every year since she came to the school. Tree tops were overly powdered and the paths knee deep in ice but the water's surface; fluid and rippling with at any breeze.
Normally once a blue moon, the brunette would make her way around the lake at a leisurely pace. It was a time just for herself, no schoolwork, no students; just the morphed catgirl and the calm of the water. A tiny little dock tucked away on the far side of the lake was the perfect hideaway; an unseen structure from the main grounds and Hermione used it as her personal fishing spot. Not that she knew how to fish or ate the stuff.
Summers were for dangling her feet in the water, despite her feline tendencies since her unfortunate second year the girl never shied away from water. She loved her showers and adorned the chance to soak long in a hot bath but a freezing lake in the dead of winter. No. You didn't need hydrophobia to know that.
It didn't seem to stop the other water dwelling creatures from churning the water in the distance though.
"I think the squid's found some unwanted company for the season" Hermione chuckled to herself when she saw a tentacle fling into the air and come crashing down harshly sending waves in all directions. From the distance between them Hermione couldn't tell what was swimming round the mass of squish but it was lengthy, fast and streamline. A small break of the surface had Hermione reeling.
"Was that a…fin?" getting up from her seat the girl tried to get a better view of the confrontation; a hard task since more than half of it was happening underwater. "The mermaids don't come to the surface…especially not in winter. The squid doesn't even…is there something else in there? Grindylows perhaps?" mumbling to herself, Hermione didn't notice the shadowed mass slowly making its way closer to the wharf. There was a jolt against the pillar to her left and instantly the catgirl had her ears to the wind, eyes on the ground. Whatever was in the water could cover such distances without trouble, move undetected and strong enough to move a secured structure if the next shove was anything to go by. She really didn't want to stand on the dock any longer.
Hermione figured she had only one chance to make it back to solid land which was a good ten feet from her current position. If this thing could somehow escape the liquidated world below, she was screwed. Preparing her muscles for the first burst of sprinting power, the brunette tried to get a feel for where the creature was currently hiding.
"Well, well, what 'ave I found 'ere…a petit kitten too far from 'er basket" the voice came from the drop off, where the wood ended and the water began. Taking in the sight of one blonde hair French girl Hermione lost all feeling in her legs and landed on the blanks with a heavy thud. Fleur was hanging there, her arms folded on the darkening wood while her head resting sideways. The crystal like droplets falling from her flowing long hair, down her bare neck and shoulders made the fourth year gulp.
"You…you?"
"Oui, me" the aquatic creature giggled slightly as she took in the state of her brunette counterpart "Oh you mean zis?" she said as her eyes looked over a perfectly smooth shoulder. Following the slight movement with curious disbelief Hermione watched as a majestic shimmering silver scaled tail rose from the murky water like nothing. She gasped silently watching as each individual scale was perfectly aligned, the light reflected back not only its brightness but with ever colour swirling about inside. It was beautiful. A gentle hand snapped her mouth closed again. "We don't want you catching flies in zere mon amor. I ra'zer you not taste like insects when we kiss tonight"
"What?! What you mean 'tonight'?! Nevermind, you never said you were…" she indicated to the still erect limb now flexing itself just above the surface. It was mesmerizing her with its silky looking…
"Did you per'aps not completely understand what a Veela was ma ange? I zought you knew I was a…"
"Mermaids don't look like that!"
"Yours do not. We are not 'mermaids' like zese vile creatures you 'ave in ze depths. Oh oui, we've met. It was a very interesting confrontation I must say. Zey didn't seem to like us very much; after we took zeir weapons. Swam away ra'zer quickly…"
"I didn't know you Beings could be any fishier than first imagined…" the girl mumbled as she righted herself. Her ears pricked in annoyance but she did little else. The slapping of water caught her attention before suddenly Fleur was straight armed and right in her face; staring.
"Don't you zink it better zan to insult me 'Ermione? I 'aven't once said anyzing about your extra features, pleasurable as zey are to my eye. You are still fighting yourself over zem but I am not. I know my body, I accept it. And soon you will too…" with that she smiled. Hermione went to retort when she found her mouth preoccupied; the softest pressure covering her lips. The moment it came it was gone again, leaving her there stunned and silent. "I 'ope to see you soon ma belle. Tonight will be special; save a dance for me oui?" with that Fleur floated backwards, sinking down into the depths of where she came.
Hermione was left sitting there, tail limp against her leg, ears flattened and eyes left to blink repeatedly at nothing. Fleur Delacour just kissed her. The Beauxbatons champion just kissed her! On the lips! Shaking her head trying to get her mind out of the gutter but with that lingering stare, blue eyes singed into her brain Hermione almost didn't notice one other thing about the aquatic creature.
She wore not a stitch of cloth.
Ginny had to stand a step up from her slightly taller fourth year friend to easily reach and check the brunette's final appearance. They'd spent the good part of the day putting together their outfits, fixing hairstyles and the lightest make-up anyone would ever see on them. She was happy with her simple dress and downed hair but Hermione. She was a portrait of glamour. Her hair done up in a bundle of beautiful waves atop her head, dress a soft periwinkle that sparkled in just the right candle light. The redhead had to hold in her immeasurable amount of smugness knowing her best friend was about to stun the entire school as soon as the champions made their entrance.
Harry, for his part was dressed rather dashingly in simple black dress-robes. His hair actually brushed for once and glasses cleaned thoroughly. He was beside them smiling softly, knowing the brunette was a lot more unnerved than she appeared.
"You look amazing Mione"
"Thank you Harry. But I really don't want to be doing this" she replied.
"Are my skills that bad, you're feet are aching already?" he tried to get a smile.
"No, you're perfect at dancing but…" she sighed. "Thanks" she turned to him the moment she felt Ginny done with the last touches.
"No problem. Well, looks like everyone's here. We'll be going in soon" his green eyes took in the formal attire of Cedric; a fine set of dark robes accented with his house colours. His date looking breathtakingly beautiful in her oriental style clothing. Krum was adorning a formal set of his school robes, complete with a single-shouldered cape. On his arm was a Hogwarts girl dressed in a flowing green satin dress. Slytherin; had to be. Then there was the last champion. "Woah"
"What?" Hermione turned round to see what he was gawking at. Descending the final step not five feet from the fourth year girl was Fleur. Her hair brushed into a tight bun sitting perfectly at the back of her head. Hair ornaments woven into the strands with precision and delicacy, they looked to be made of crystal glass. But that wasn't what had the girl in stunned awe; her dress was a long free flowing slim thing and a perfect rendition of her Veelan scales. The silk moved over her body like a second skin and with every step the beauty took send a rippling wave over her bountiful curvy body. As she took the final step onto the landing her head turned. Blue caught Amber.
"Bonjour"
Alright everyone. Hope you enjoy that long read. No it is not complete, this is the first part and I will write the rest; Ball, Second and Third task and the Ending. Promise. But it will be a little while before that. Three prompts were what made this one come about.
1 - Hermione in the Tournament; 2 - Veela more mermaid than harpy; 3 – Hermione's second year accident remains.
Yes there is Ron bashing in this, for those of you who like him, I'm sorry. I didn't set out to do it personally but when I was writing I had some anger to rant and well. He got it. Again sorry.
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Midmoon Kitsune out!