A/N: Some of you may be wondering why these two are acting the way they are…

First, it won't last forever, they're still in shock from ya know, randomly waking up 4 years in the past.

Just cuz they're "older" doesn't really mean much, IMO. Just because they're 19/21 doesn't mean they're suddenly incapable of drama. Look at social media nowadays and tell me that drama stops when you hit 18. People are capable of drama and hurt feelings at any age. We're human after all. So I don't think it's too far fetched for them to have some petty moments.

Also they went through a war and saw pretty much everyone they love die. And not to mention that Hermione was tortured by Bellatrix. All of that is gonna fuck you up. So yeah, they're both being dumb and petty but they're also trying to balance out PTSD while remembering what it was like to be 15/17 again. Of course they're over compensating and are gonna miss the mark.

That said, I am open to constructive criticism and review. I want to give you a good story, so if you think something is off the mark, let me know and I'll either adjust or explain my reasoning.

Thanks for stopping by.

After lunch, Fleur made her way to Charms class. She was rather looking forward to this class. Charms had always interested her and was most likely to hold her attention. Though she also liked Potions as a topic because it kept her hands active, even if the content was well below her current skill level.

Fleur got to class early, taking advantage of the fact that most students were still eating lunch. The halls were quiet and she had a brief reprieve from her 'adoring fans' that she would rather be rid of.

After years of exposure, her male peers at Beauxbatons were finally more or less immune to the effects of her thrall. Now she had an entire school of hormonal boys chasing after her like puppies. Except puppies were cute and adorable and the flock of boys that trailed after her was anything but cute or adorable. She was already to the point of wanting to hex the next boy who asked her on a date into the next year.

To make matters worse, she felt her Veela pumping out an even higher concentration of her natural pheromones, trying to get her mate's attention. It clearly wasn't working and she wished she could do something but her Veela was being rather persistent. While her pheromones were different from her thrall, when combined it was a dangerous mix for anyone other than her mate, turning them from zero to horny in three seconds flat. It was going to be so much harder this time around, Fleur grumbled to herself as she entered the empty classroom.

With a frustrated sigh she sat down at a table and pulled out her text, mindlessly flipping through the pages while she waited. She paused when she came across the Protean charm that she had seen Hermione reading the other day. She blinked when her epiphany smacked her upside the head. Potions hadn't been a fluke. Hermione Granger was taking 7th year classes.

Why, Great Goddess? Why are you doing this to me?! She groaned loudly to herself. She just wanted a break. Was it too much to ask for?

Then she thought about the situation, furrowing her brow deeply as she thought about how different this time was already. She creased her brow so tight that she was certain she would have a new worry line by the end of class. Something was definitely off.

She didn't have too much time to reflect on the issue because she heard the soft ringing of the bells, indicating that students were to start to head to their afternoon classes. Before long the classroom was filling in with other students.

As expected, Hermione came hurrying in but thankfully the lecture hall style set up provided the opportunity for them to sit far away from one another. They both avoided eye contact, but Fleur noticed that at least Hermione had the decency to act a little remorseful, at least that's what her body language indicated. But the proud Gryffindor made no move to apologize for earlier.

Fleur was grateful that they were working on wordless magic. Having already mastered wordless casting, she barely listened to the tiny Professor give instructions, emphasizing the need for intent and wand movement, since proper pronunciation played no factor in wordless magic.

At least she had an excuse not to speak nor did she have to hear Hermione's soft voice. that despite everything, called to her like a sweet song. UGH! She growled to herself and cast her charm a little more aggressively than she meant to. The piece of paper she had intended to fold into a crane burst into flame instead. She quickly cast Aguamenti to extinguish the smoldering paper.

Professor Flitwick was sure to point out her skill at casting such difficult charms with ease. It seemed that he thought that she had cast Incendio rather than the charm that she had intended. She was not going to correct him, she didn't want to draw any more attention to herself. She would have preferred that he said nothing, as she saw Cedric give her an interested look. So much for not showing her skills before the First Task… She blushed and thanked the professor and went back to quietly practicing her spells.

After Charms, Fleur hurried back to the Carriage during the short break to grab the books she needed and then made her way to Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. After everything she had been through in the War, she thought it was a little redundant to say the least. She would have to work hard not to just curse the imposter professor. The man needed to be locked into Azkaban, not allowed to roam freely, posing as an esteemed Auror and professor. But a 'student' randomly cursing a teacher was a surefire way to reveal herself. So she clenched her jaw and kept up her act.

What surprised her was that this lesson plan was different from what she remembered from her first time. Today they were discussing the Three Unforgivable Curses. The professor demonstrated the curses on a tailless whip scorpion. It made her beyond uncomfortable. Her head was throbbing from her Veela's furious protests, screaming about danger.

«No shit» she thought to herself and the Veela balked and made an angry noise in response.

But what came next completely astounded her. Moody had them all get into a line and he performed the Imperius Curse on each of them. Their task was to try to break the Curse and resist. She couldn't believe that this was sanctioned. Did Dumbledore actually know about this? She knew the man worked in mysterious ways, but this was almost too much.

She watched as her fellow peers were forced to do absolutely ridiculous and embarrassing things. Tap dancing on a desk. Making chicken noises. Singing "God Save the Queen." In any other situation it would have been hilarious to watch someone do any of these things. If they weren't Cursed to do so. But with the exception of the students in green-trimmed robes, no one was laughing. Losing one's free will was nothing to laugh about. It bothered Fleur how interested some (not all) of the Slytherins seemed to be in the lesson. Seeing someone demonstrate a curse that otherwise would be a one-way ticket to Azkaban seemed to make them feel empowered. And not in a good way.

Fleur's heart clenched when she saw Hermione get cursed. Her Veela was screeching in her mind, telling her to step in and protect her. She knew she could not interfere and it turned out that she didn't really need to. The young Gryffindor managed to throw off the curse after a few seconds, only clapping her hands a few times before she regained control of her body. That was impressive indeed and she couldn't help but feel proud of her witch. Hermione was extremely powerful, that she already knew, but seeing it demonstrated like this? It made Fleur's heart flutter. Then she remembered what a righteous prick the witch had been earlier and the smile fell from her face slightly.

And then it was her turn, Fleur steeled her nerve and fixed Moody with a piercing gaze, standing tall and defiant. She noted that he gave her a rather obvious sneer.

"Well, what have we here? A Veela, hmmm?" His voice was gravelly and harsh, not trying to hide his disgust. She couldn't believe the open display of bigotry and prejudice. It made her want to retaliate even more but she clenched her fists at her sides, digging her nails deep into her palms to try to distract herself.

"I 'ardly see 'ow zat matters. What I am or not ees of none of your concern." She replied, her voice neutral and indifferent. She would not give him the satisfaction of getting a reaction from her.

"Mmm.. you've got a spirit to you. But like any beast, spirits can be broken."

"Are you going to talk me to dezz instead? Just curse me already." Fleur raised her chin, in challenge.

"It would be my pleasure." Moody grinned and raised his wand. "Imperio!"

Fleur felt a serene warmth spread through her limbs and her mind grew hazy. It felt very pleasant and she felt herself relax. She heard Moody's voice, but it was distant and foggy, as if he was talking through a pillow or a dense cloud. She couldn't tell if he was speaking aloud or if it was just in her head. But from what she knew of the Curse, she knew it was the latter.

"Veela… go kiss Davies over there."

Fleur felt her head turn against her will and regard the boy in question. She had actually gone to the Yule Ball with the Ravenclaw Chaser in the previous timeline. She felt herself take a step but thankfully her Veela stepped in. She would not, could not, show affection to anyone other than her mate.

"Non. I will not." Fleur spoke defiantly, though she was not sure if the conversation was in her head or if she was actually speaking aloud. That currently didn't matter to her. She was too focused on breaking the ludicrous command.

"Do it, Veela!" Moody's voice barked and she felt another wave of euphoria as he increased the power of the Curse.

Fleur shook her head. "Non. I do not want to kiss zat Davies boy."

"You insufferable creature! Fine. Then tell me who you would kiss. Tell me who has the heart of the Delacour heiress."

Fleur's eyes widened and her Veela shrieked angrily.

«How dare he!?» They said in unison, completely synced up and in agreement.

She was thankful her Veela blood prevented her from divulging any secrets regarding Veela heritage or mates. This situation fell firmly into the latter category.

Veela magic was an ancient and powerful force that worked in mysterious ways. There were still many aspects of her blood and heritage that Fleur still didn't understand. If she had stayed in France instead of joining the Order, she would have studied her heritage under the guidance of her grandmother. However, since she did not, her knowledge was rather superficial. What she did know was that her natural instincts to survive and protect were extremely strong, especially when it came to family and loved ones. In certain situations her magic would react automatically without her having to think about it. Situations like this.

It was extremely rare for a Veela to find her true mate. A Veela was not incapable of loving someone other than her mate, but the relationship just wouldn't be nearly as intense. The connection between the two wouldn't intertwine the souls like they would with a mating bond. Her own parents were an example of this. They were not true mates but they still loved one another. In fact it was so rare that most people just assumed that the mating bond was a thing of myth and if a Veela was seen in public with someone, it was just assumed they were friends or lovers rather than mates. This was a belief that the Veela were not going to correct any time soon. Why put unnecessary targets on their own backs?

As such, the identity of true Veela mates and mated pairs were closely guarded secrets, often never spoken about outside of the Clan. It was for everyone's safety and protection. It made them easy targets. If the wrong people found out the identity of a Veela's mate, especially someone who knew the true nature of the mating bond, the consequences could be grave and often ended in tragedy.

Once she identified her mate and the mate accepted the bond, a Veela would do anything to protect their mate. As a result, it made them easy to manipulate. A captured mate was the ultimate bargaining chip. A fully-bonded Veela would give her own life for her mate without second thought. Unlike what was written in textbooks, a Veela would not die automatically if her mate were to perish. However, the heartache of the loss was so great that it was not uncommon for a Veela to succumb to her grief. But death was not guaranteed. Her grandmother was an example of this. Her mate had died in the First War, but Adeline Delacour's love for her family and Clan helped her pull out of her grief.

However, thanks to Veela magic, the mate's identity remained secret. Only the Veela or the mate could divulge the truth and they had to do it together or at least with both parties present. It was similar to how wizards would distinguish Secret Keepers to guard particularly sensitive information. Except there was no binding spell for the Veela. It was just how things were.

"'Ow dare you try to manipulate me like zis! I will never tell you ze identity of my one!" Fleur's Veela roared inside, threatening to burst forth. She could feel the back of her neck start to tingle. It was a sign that feathers were threatening to burst out soon if she couldn't get herself under control. She knew her eyes were probably changing color as well.

"Fleur…" a soft voice filled her head. "It's okay…"

Fleur closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths to try to calm herself, focusing on Hermione's voice. She felt the prickling of her neck start to ease. She was grateful the feathers hadn't broken her skin, otherwise she would molt in the middle of class as she transitioned back to her human form. That would have been mortifying.

When she opened her eyes again, Moody was staring at the two girls, his mechanical eye shifting between Fleur and Hermione. His face was unreadable. It made Fleur extremely uncomfortable.

Without giving Hermione any attention, she just glared one more time at Moody before stalking back to her place in line. Her mind was clear again now that the Curse had been broken. From the expressions of her classmates, at least part of the 'conversation' between Moody and herself had been entirely out loud. She noted that Roger Davies was looking more than a little disappointed.

"Well there you have it folks. In this entire class only two people were able to break the Imperius Curse! Well done you two. 50 points to Gryffindor and 50 fake points to Beauxbatons because I can't actually give you points." Moody congratulated her and Hermione, though Fleur could tell it was superficial and insincere. The rest of the class politely clapped.

Since Fleur was the last to go, Moody released them from class and she hurried out as quickly as she could. She did not like the way Moody had been looking at her. Knowing what she did about the man, if he reported back what Hermione was to her, even if a hunch, that could be extremely dangerous for them both.

It cut her heart deep when she heard Hermione's voice calling for her as she all but ran down the hallway. But she knew she couldn't be selfish anymore. Her urge to protect Hermione far outweighed the feelings she had been trying to deny. She couldn't risk it. She wouldn't put Hermione's life in danger.