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TFES CHAPTER TWO REWRITE
I watched the other students say their farewells to their family, meeting up with their friends and boarding the train. I warded the door to the train carriage against anyone that wasn't Eva or Madeline. I knew no one other than them and I do not want to meet anyone new during the long trip then to entertain them with a pleasant summary of my life and what I was doing at Hogwarts instead of my beloved school for my last year before fighting to get into university.
if you are allowed to go, the Chosen Heir. My veela nearly choked me with the overwhelming amusement and mockery.
I snorted before thinking, Grandmere said I may do as I please while she is alive. It is Zoropsidae we must worry about.
The Veela drifted to the back of my mind as I thought back to the day before when we were left alone...
Grandmere took my hands in hers and held them tightly before making eye contact. I felt a cold chill climb up my spine. I had never seen her look so burdened and-... old. "Fleur, before you go to England, you must understand what is happening in our world. When you graduate, you will be one step closer to taking my place. I cannot have you ignorant from this being named Zoropsidae." She pull out a packet of paper from her purse and set it on the table , "I am part of something more than just us Veela and the Counsel. I am part of a group named Magnolias. We have been around for thousands of years beating back each darkness that threatens to rise on this world. It was when Grindewald rose to power, we learned of a being named Zoropsidae. This creature is the darkest since the times of Merlin and Morgen. They gave both Grindewald and Voldemort the keys to their dark powers and knowledge. By the time we collected this knowledge, his body was destroyed by Harry Potter and his spirit fled to unknown parts. Through a series of webs, we were able to find Zoropsidae's despicable involvement in 68 countries across the Globe in both Muggle and Magical crimes of many sorts.""Wait- I" I could still remember the puff of her perfume as she enclosed me into her arms. The great yawning feeling of panic nearly consumed me until her warmth sank into my bones. She held me like that, stroking my hair until I could sit up properly. She looked me over before continuing."This is not how I envisioned your rise to power but it seems as if you were already destined to take on this burden and why you have an excessively strong Veela. I am sorry this falls to you. I wish I could take this burden from you. As long as the Counsel refuses to heal me, I will continue to waste away every day. I refuse to even think of dying until you are prepared in every way possible. I fear if we know about Zoropsidae, they already know of Magnolias. These papers are for you and you must burn them after you read them. That creature is the very reason countries have sent their youngest and brightest together under one roof to bring Muggles and Magicals together."
I rolled my eyes before closing them. I had barely finished reading all of the papers and burning them when Mother appeared at my door to start her dictating. My life was starting to feel like an epic fairy tale. Snorting, I turned my thoughts to lesser worries.
I wonder if Hogwarts has changed since my fourth year. My favorite cousin participated in the Triwizard Tournament, I came along as well for an unknown reason until the second task presented itself and nearly died as a result of a Grindylow attack. Of course, Mother was summoned and she whisked me off back to France after having some well deserved words to the representatives running the tournament. They lucked out because once I was home, the entire flock descended upon me and were threatening to go to Hogwarts until Grandmere arrived.
exactly why we have caretakers. you cannot take care of yourself without me. it makes me worry that we will one day find a mate and you will fully make an arse out of us.
I continued to ignore the Veela, tapping my fingers against the garish material covering the cushioned bench. Mate? As if my caretakers would ever let me do that on my own either.
Eva is in her last year as well and happens to be one of my more annoying cousins. As soon as we arrived at the station, she started to hover and refused to let me handle my baggage. Of course, this got annoying and I kicked her out of the small room under the excuse of her needing to "network". She means well but I rather not be mothered by someone who did not give birth to me and happens to be my age.
Madeline is the exact opposite. She mostly ignores everything around her and does not treat my like an invalid. She disappeared before I got rid of Eva. I wonder what she is up to.
She was sent as a tutor to help supplement against the subpar education Hogwarts has limited itself to. It is to my understanding they do not teach spell engineering and crafting there along with many other subjects that is offered at Beauxbatons.
I looked around me. Everything seemed blurred and dark around the edges with no distinctive markings. I felt my feet carry me forward into the mist covering the grounds. Soon I could hear wind in the branches around me and smell the forest air. I could almost feel something calling me… no. It was someone.
I could hear them calling my name-
"Fleur! Hello! Wake up!" Someone was shaking my shoulder.
I opened my eyes to find Eva leaning over me while Madeline stood in the doorway. I must have fallen asleep. "Are we there?" I look out the window to find darkness and trees rushing past.
"Nearly. Hogwarts has asked that we dress in our school clothing and stay behind as they prepare the Hogwarts students." Madeline came into the carriage, sliding the door closed behind her and flicked her wand at the door causing the curtain to close.
The rest of the night passing was a blur of introductions while I ignored everything around me to focus on the dream and my mission to against Zoropsidae. I barely heard any of the information at the feast or the way to our rooms.
I went to bed that night and dreamed again of the forest where I wandered the forest, searching for who was calling for me. I woke up frustrated from the lack of clues to find their identity.
As soon as I stepped out of my room, I was joined by the silent Madeline, who took the lead and led us to breakfast.
When I arrived to the Great Hall, I noticed Her immediately as she was the only one at her House table. She was reading a large book that was propped up against a bowl of fruit and with a flick of her finger, the pages turned while she ate.
I stopped in my tracks and felt a growing… clarity. The world seemed to grow brighter around Her, everything else was blurring.
she must be powerful to use wandless magic so carelessly. My Veela half heartedly rumbled, disrupting my thoughts. I silently agreed, a small spark of skepticism came alive as to why she would say something about anyone, as she could never bring herself to care about our own flock. Why this girl made me feel… strange.
I forced myself to follow Madeline to a different table, sitting next to her and discreetly watching Her.
I watched as she gave her red headed male friend a dressing down; sparks fluttering around her hair causing an almost glittering halo effect. The chocolate curls of her hair became more defined, sweeping side to side around her expressive face and shoulders as she glared at him. Her face glowed in anger as she waved a hand in front of her face to avoid getting sprayed with eggs as he turned to her. Her frown furrowed further into the corners of her mouth and when I thought she could no longer become more spectacular in her fury… She proved me wrong by pointing her wand at him; a spell flashing forward to slap some type of paper over his face.
The Veela crowed her enjoyment as the magnificent creature stomped away from the table. There was a roaring laughter erupting around me and I realized I wasn't the only one watching. The redhead tried to pull the paper from his face then fell to the ground as he tried to follow after her. The dark haired male that sat next to him was struggling himself to stay seated on the bench from laughing.
like a fierce kitten. The veela wistfully pointed out as we watched her bag float after her, knocking into the male's head as he tried to pull himself up off the floor causing him to fall once more to the ground and more people laughing at his sorry attempts.
From that moment on, I knew my heart belonged to the mysterious incredibly desirable brunette.
It was not soon after that I found out her name, who she was friends with, and what she did in her free time. Every moment I was awake to when I was asleep, was filled with Her.
Her name is Hermione Granger. She is part of something called the Golden Trio, as the students around Hogwarts whispered behind their hands; defeaters of the Dark Lord Voldemort. Her best friends being two males named Ronald Weasley, the redhead from breakfast, and Harry Potter. Everyone knew who they were, they were never mentioned without being grouped together, especially in the English rag paper they use to get their biased news.
From what I have seen and heard, Hermione Granger had no free time. She was organized right down to the very second of how much time it took to get from class to class, homework, studying, and eating. It never changed, it remained the same nearly every day since she started at Hogwarts. I hoped the rumors were right because my veela was pushing me to stalk her every move to find a way to speak to her and make her Ours. Though, she makes it sound creepy.
Even though I was just a quarter veela, I contained a strong Veela inside of me. She was just as strong as any pure bred veela. The veela powers I had myself, without her coming out, were not strong as my magic that was passed down from my father's side of the family. I am convinced that I did not have a mate. There was no way that I could have one like my foremothers. I never felt the "chain" connecting her and I that starts binding us together when I first saw her.
Though… since the moment I saw her, I have never felt more free or alive. She had to be something special for my veela and I to fall for her at first sight. I could not bring myself to hope that she was my mate. I could not be disappointed if she was not meant for me. But then my veela would whisper; what if she was?
I groaned, shaking my head to get rid of the thoughts circling in my head. My veela was certainly not helping the matter any by throwing in her two cents. I ignored her and started to sashay across the courtyard that I knew Hermione and her two friends haunted. I knew I found them when I heard a sputter. My veela gave her very snarky opinion, knowing what would happen next.
"Fl-fleur! I-it's great to… uh… see you on this-this day of days." Ronald Weasley was the culprit. His face was the color of his hair, slowly getting darker nearly turning a purple color. He looked like he was going to - shit himself, you mean? how very unpleasant.
I quickly voided all emotion on my face to hide my disgust, under a pleasant smile, "'ello you three. It is very nice to see you. Please, don't let me intrude. I am merely 'eading to ze library. Excuse me."
I ran away as slowly as I could without it looking like I was running. I didn't have the courage to talk to Hermione. Oh, I was a coward! The demon inside of me was raging at me, calling me all sorts of names, cursing me for not being able to have the courage to talk to our girl, encouraging me to just let her out, and she would mate her then and there.
My Veela is creepy about Hermione and until I found out if she even noticed me, I am going to keep to myself. I refuse to fall in love with someone who didn't feel the same.
I didn't even get to look at her. I bit my lip and quickly buried myself in my experiment, starting to sketch out the circle of runes I would need to incorporate into the spell I was crafting.
Later at dinner, she enter the hall glowing… smiling. I felt a strange emotion start to creep into my heart. Behind her was Draco Malfoy, the other Hogwarts Emissary. He sat at her side grinning just as wide as Hermione, talking with Harry Potter and all three ignoring a sulking Ronald who had another piece of paper of his mouth.
she should only smile at us like that. I hate agreeing with the demon, but I conceded to the jealousy roaring through my body.
"Draco… amazing… I've never… strong-" I only heard snatches of her gushing about Malfoy, straining my Veela hearing before Eva started to whisper in my ear. "Malfoy and Granger disappear into one of the dungeons' deserted rooms. No one knows what they do in there."
I felt my face smooth over, void of emotion. "That's nice, why would that interest me?" I hear her laugh, which causes a flush to cover my face. She is catching on… it has only been a few days.
we have to come between them. talk to her. We will continue to try it her way, unlike me, she seems to know something and is pushing us to an end I cannot imagine.
That night, we dreamed of her.
Instead of being in her shadow, we were beside her and holding her hand watching the sunset on the beach. At her feet, sliding a stocking down her leg. Above her, watching her face contorting in pleasure. It was always her face that stood out the most.
Her smile lit the world every morning and set the moon in the sky. Her eyes had every twinkle that lit the very heavens we stood under. Then her mouth was coming up towards us-...
In my dreams, I never finished bringing her pleasure, only starting and waking up horny. I would finish myself off and receive more curses from my Veela. Within a week, she wore me down...
That's when the stalking started. I followed her between classes, breaks, after meetings… When she sat out on the grounds, I would sashay by her, mentally screaming I was there. She always seemed so detached from everyone else when we had those stupid international student meetings. Those meetings were dull, only brightened by the need to watch her. Hermione and Malfoy were the perfect host emissaries… The perfect couple.
Every time I saw them together, my veela tried to claw to the surface to take over and snatch her up, away from the wizard. I fought my veela until she vanished into the back of my mind. I focused on her laugh, the tilt of her mouth when she smiled. Those simple things calmed my demon down enough to keep from exploding into my veela form.
I always arrived to the meetings early and watching her come into the room with her hand tucked into Malfoy's elbow. That blonde bastard. I bet he uses potion whitener in his hair to make it as blonde as it is. My hair is naturally this blonde. I snarled, just think about it was making my veela side start to rise up to the surface; an ache scratching at my heart, clawing up my throat...
"Fleur! What is going on with you? Your veela markings are showing through the glamour!" A hand clamped down on my arm catching my veela off guard, enough for me to take control again. Maybe this is why Grandmere and Mother insisted I bring Eva and Madeline along.
"Just give me a moment." I closed my eyes and quickly went inside of myself to fight my veela back into submission. It was not the time for passion, it was time for politics and all of the foolery that came with it.
Eva and Madeline were staring at me when I open my eyes, "It's Hermione Granger isn't it? She's your-"
"She isn't my anything, Evangeline. Now hush and let's do this idiotic thing" I hissed. I slid around groups of people, stopping to talk to a few people and always keeping an eye on Hermione.
She spoke to everyone with that rodent guiding her around the room. She was a goddess among mortals. Hermione did not show any passion here, just politeness and all the finery that comes with politics. Soon she left the room without Malfoy at her side. This was my chance to finally talk to her.
My Veela was crowing in delight as we slowly traced her steps away from the school.
"Bonjour, 'ermione" I couldn't let her see how much I was freaking out. She looks so beautiful out here by the lake. If only I could find a way to put her beauty into with enough words. Her expressive eyes widened as she looked up at me.
"Bonjour, comment allez-vous?" Her French was very, very good. I wonder who taught her or if maybe she had taught herself. She's so amazing. My mother language flowing from her lips would sound even sweeter in my bed. Merde! I was sounding like my damned demon inside of me.
I swept my skirt out from under me and sat, laughing. "Bien! 'ermione, no need to be so polite. We 'ave been in acquaintance for a month now, non? I have been watching you. You are not like your counterpart, Draco. I admire that. All of these- 'ow do you say?" I waved my hand trying to find the word as my veela distracted me. play it cool, fool.
"Imbéciles?" She smacked her hand over her mouth and blushed. I laughed, she is the cutest individual I have ever had the pleasure of laying my eyes on and her blush only highlights her cheekbones, the sparkle in her eyes….
"This word is correct. The whole meeting is a farce, mostly political means for our governments. The best and brightest of our world are 'ere, while our governments hash out treaties. Those people in there are all uptight and boring." I felt the sadness creep up on me. I hated politics. My father wanted me to go into his field and constantly pressured me to go to university to be just like him.
"I would have to agree. I don't plan on going into politics. There is no point of me being around all of these people. I want to spend my days researching, doing something truly good for our world, not stand around and talk circles around others." She looked down at her hands, rubbing her fingertips together. She looked like she was contemplating the ink stains on her fingers. I found myself liking that she had those stains on her fingers, just like the ones on my hands. That meant the she was very studious and likely did a lot of research.
"Magnifique, 'ermione! That is what I want to do after I graduate from University!" I couldn't let her go now. This conversation couldn't end and I didn't need my damned veela to tell me that I needed to grow a pair. "Oh, 'ermione, there is something about you that makes me very happy. Would you like to have lunch with me in my rooms? It is starting to get cool and I would not like to end our conversation just yet." Please say yes, Hermione. Please.
"Of course! Talking to you has to be the most stimulating thing that I have done today. Those meetings are so dull and lacking in good conversation. If I hear one more thing about pureblood rights, I am going to hex someone!" Her passion was refreshing and the look on her face nearly tripped me. I wonder if she knew that her magic made her hair curl and frizz when she started to get passionate. We headed up to the castle at a leisurely pace, though my heart was about to beat out of my chest and I internally cursed, feeling Eva and Madeline's energy at the edges of my senses. They are giving us space to pursue our Hermione. The demon was purring in contentment.
"What difference does blood make? Nothing! In this century, we are seeing more and more powerful muggle borns but we still have old laws set up that keep them from reaching their full potential. Even people that are classified as creatures cannot hope to get a good job unless they are connected to a pureblood name." I knew this very well. I was lucky my mother found her mate in my father. He was a Delacour from an old and ancient wizarding family, without him, I would have had to face ridicule for being half Veela; a creature.
"It isn't fair! The only reason I would rise in the ranks of society is because of Harry being the Boy-Who-Lived" She sounded bitter, her head turning away from me as she settled on the lounger in my room. I sat opposite of her and just watched the side of her head. "Harry has been through a lot. We all did in the war. Though, the Ministry could have been managed a lot better without the archaic thinking of the purebloods in power means the Wizarding world is powerful. Muggles could blow us up at any moment from nuclear energy and there would be no magic or wards that could stop the annihilation of the planet."
When she looked back at me, I saw every emotion she was feeling. I was struck dumb and could only nod and wave my wand over the door of my room to disable the wards and opened the door for her to enter. "I'm sure you'll be the one to change the world, 'ermione."
A strange glint was in her eyes before she smiled an equally as strange smile, "I do believe I will change the world." She walked passed me to enter my rooms.
Thus began my descent into falling in love with this creature known as Hermione Granger, an enigma that had me constantly on my toes with her sharp mind and equally as sharp mouth.