A/N HELLO MY BELOVED READERS! Sorry I haven't been updating, but my retarded computer wouldn't let me on the internet. I think everyone will like this chapter! It's my favorite. It's unexpected. It's shocking. It's spontaneous. It's time for me to get back to the story. On with the fic!

LOVE

Rating: M

Pairings: Harry/Hermione, Ron/Luna, Ginny/mystery/Neville

Summary: Harry and Hermione Have loved each other since 1st year and everyone else knows. How long will it take for them to realize this? And who's this mystery person Ginny's dating? And who's Ron dating? Will Harry be able to balance love along with Voldemort looming ever near?

CHAPTER 8: Reservations, Revelations, and Growing Pains

Harry was at the kitchen table, trying to work his new cellphone so he could call the Rasmusem. He finally got ahold to the wizard's operator where they told him the number to the Rasmusem.

"Hello, Rasmusem in Diagon Alley, how may I help you?" a female's voice sounded through the cellphone. He thought it was about time he bought one today, so he did. He got the family plan for him, Hermione, Ron and Ginny and Mr. Weasley, thought he hadn't seen him since they picked him up from the Dursley's. He would have bout Mrs. Weasley one too, but she refused it.

"Um, yes. I was wondering if it were at all possible to unbook my carrige ride?" Harry asked.

"Ahh, yes, that can be in order. Name?" she asked.

"Harry Potter," He said, trying to sound as indifferent as possible. To his delight, when she spoke she treated him no differently. He hated being treated like a star.

"OK, done. Anything else you would like done conserning your dinner?" she asked politely.

"Yes. Do you think a flourist can stop by our table? It's table twenty-three." he asked nervously. He heard someone say that they had a flourist that romed around the tables there, selling roses.

"Yes, that can be arranged." she said.

"Thank you. Have a nice day," Harry chirped. He was so happy.

"You too," she said.

Harry hung up the phone. A sharp pain sidled up his hip.

"AHHH," he gasped in pain. This was a bit to familiar. The pain stopped, only to be replaced again, this tme longer and more painful. Oh no, he thought. it's happening NOW!

White hot pain shot everywhere throughout his body. He felt as through his arms and legs where being yanked painfully away from his torso, but some how still attached. It was all he could do not to scream, he didn't want to frighten Ron, who was currently in the other room playing with his new cellphone.

It stopped as abruptly as it started. He was drenched in sweat. He shook his bangs out of his eyes. Wait, my bangs are never in my eyes. He kept his hair trimmed, due to it's messiness. His hands instantly flew to his hair. It was softer and brushed his shoulders.

He walked to the bathroom, which was ajoined to the kitchen, and looked in the mirror. He was shocked at the sight that met him. Heput those models in the magazines Ginny always fawned over to shame.

His skin had tanned to a rich natural golden color and his face looked like it was sculped out of stone. His eyes were even brighter, surrounded by thick, dark eyelashes. His hair, which was the biggest shock of all, wasn't messy, but had wavy locks that curled and flipped at the ends. His shoulders and chest broadened and hardened, the muscles showing through his once slightly baggywhite T-shirt.

He walked back into the kitchen, thinking about his meeting with Dumbledore three weeks before.

-Three weeks Before-

Harry awoke with a sharp pain in his hip. (A/N sound familiar?) He shrugged it off, thinking it was the remains of a nightmare he couldn't remember. He slowly drifted back off to sleep, only to be awakened by another pain in his hip. I should tell Dumbledore about this, he thought. God, now the voice in my head sounds like Hermione. She is so beautiful...wait, NOT THE TIME! he thought, cursing himself.

He scambled out of bed and ambled over to his trunk. He extracted the rather large bag of floo powder he knicked the previous year from Umbridge's office. He tiptoed quickly down stairs to the living room, not wanting to wake the Dursley's. He had found out to his delight the night before that somehow flooing didn't count as Underage Magic and that Mr. Weasley failed to disconnect the Dursley's fireplace from the floo network.

He knelt in front of the fireplace threw the ashes in before saying "Albus Dumbledore!". Green flames surrounded his head and it began spinning round and round. He felt the odd sensation of his head being separate from his body, before he was stopped abruptly.

Harry grinned. Dumble dore was sitting with his back to the fireplace, happily eating lemon drops.

"Ahhh Harry, I've been expecting you would be coming to visit me soon." Dumbledore said. "Lemon drop?" Dumble dore said finally turning his chair toface at Harry. His eyes, of course, were twinkling merrily.

"No thank you, sir. I was asleep tonight and I had a strange pain in my hip, what-" Harry started, but Dumbledore cut him off.

"So my hunch is correct. Harry, you should come sit down. Your knees will not appreciate kneeling to much longer." Dumbledore suggested. Sure enough, Harry's knees were already starting to ache. With a big tug,Harry pulled himself into Dumbedore's office and sat in the chair across from him.

"Have you had these pains before Harry?" Dumbledore asked. Harry thought.

"Yes, they have been happening since the start of summer," Harry answered.

"Just as I thought. Harry, you are a Gratonis Veela," Dumbledore said simply. Harry gaped at him.

"What? How?" Harry asked.

"Years ago, there was a man by the name of Jonathan Potter. All of his family were Veela. Everyone. He married his mate, another Veela by the name of Henrietta Johnson. They had twins, a boy and a girl. They were the first witch and wizard in your family. They married a wizard and witch and had children: witches and wizards. that process repeated for several generations. Then a wizardnamed Arnold Potter married a witch named Sophia Walkerand they had a boy named James Potter. He married a witch named Lily Evans. They had a boy named Harry Potter. Now what specialabout him, is that theVeelan part of his family skipped, making him the first Gratonis Veela in many many years. Your familyheld the only Gratonis Veelas in the world. Now this has never happened. Therehas never been a pure Veela that was both a wizard and a Veela. It is very hard for a Veela to do magic with a wand. It is nearly impossible for a wizard to do wandless magic. You have the ability to do both." Dumbledore explained.

Harrywas speechless. "What makes Gratonis Vela different from normal Veela?"he asked curiously.

"Gratonis Veela have much, much more power over humans. also their adult form is much more beautiful and harder to resist. Gratonis Veela consist of two types: Dominant male and Submissive female. You are a Dominant male, meaning you can impregnate ANYONE." Dumbledore said. "Now these pains you have are growing pains. Everytime you have one of theese pains, you grow. That is why you have grown rather a lot since school has ended. The pains will get more frequent until your 16th birthday. Veela are of age then. Your transformation will take place between your birthday and the 7th day after."

Harry was thinking. "I heard you mention a mate. What did you mean by that?" Harry asked.

"Ah, that was my next topic. All Veelas have a mate, the one they are destined to be with. With your transformations comes your powers. One of them is to sense when your mate is near. When your mate comes near, a sweat smell unlike anything you've ever smelled before will come into your nostrils. If your mate starts to walk away, you will feel pain, like tonight, but unfortunately it will hurt much more. This process will end after you and your mate...mate. Other powers you will develop are the power to do wandless magic, and your powers over humans. Fortunately, there is a potion that can be administered to anyone you do not want to affect until you can control your powers. Contact me after your transformation, I will have the potion ready. You only need to give it to thoses you don't want to affect." Harry nodded his head to show he understood.

"Any questions?" Dumbledore asked.

"No, sir," Harry said.

"Oh yes, also I'm sure you were wondering how you could floo here without trouble? Minister Weasley made The Restiction for Underage Magic so that anyone over14 can use magic. But, of course they are still monitoring all wizards homes to be sure no illegal magic is performed. I was going to send the notice tomorrow, but you get to know 1st," Dumbledore said, beaming.

"OK, Thank you Professor, good night," Harry said still a litte dazed.

"Your quite welcome, good night," Dumbledore said, eyes twinkling.

Harry then once again extracted floo powder from the pouch, threw it into the fireplace and yelled, "The living room of Number 4 Privet Drive!" and disapeared in the green flames.

"Harry! Harry!" Ron brought him out of his reverie. Ron swung the kitchen swinging door open.

"Harry, Hermione and Gin-" Ron's jaw dropped upon seeing Harry.

"Harry, Harry are you here?" he heard Hermione and Ginny calling. Suddenly a sweet smell came into Harry's nostrils. He sniffed the air. It was the sweetest most intoxicating smell he'd ever smelled. He sensed it getting stronger. As Hermione and Ginny burst through the door he felt as if he were going to faint from the smell, it was so strong.

Hermione gaped at him. "Harry?" she asked feebly. He gave her a weak, lop-sided grin. She knew that smile anywhere. As she tentively took a few steps near, Harry nearly swayed on the spot. So sweet... so intoxicating...can't... resist... Harry thought as he took a few shaky steps closer to her. If they weren't absorbed in each other, they would have laughed at Ron, for he still hadn't shut his mouth, hadn't blinked once.

Hermione jumped on Harry, giving him the most fiery kiss either of them ever had. Harry swiped his tongue along Hermione's bottom lip, she rewarded him with a moan, allowing him to enter her mouth. Their tongues dueled while their bodies fought to get even closer. Hermione smashed her breasts into Harry's chest. Suddenly Fred, George and Mrs. Weaslely, unfortunately, apparated into the kitchen.

"Bloody Hell, Harry! Way to go!" Fred yelled obnoxiously. Harry and Hermione reluctantly broke apart. Harry looked at all the Weasleys and Hermione and knew he definitely had a problem. They were all, including Ron, staring at him like he was a god.

"Harry, you're beautiful," George said dreamily.

"Oh, fuck!" Harry cursed. Now he had to do something. George just told him he was beautiful and Fred didn't make fun of either of them; Hermione nor Mrs.Weasley scolded him for his bad language, not to mention Hermione justjumpedon him; Ron's eyes were probably going to fall out because he hadn't blinked in the last 10 minutes and afly just flew in his mouth but he didn't seem to notice; and he could have sworn Ginny'sskirt wasn't that short before and that many buttons weren't unbuttoned on her shirt.

"I need to talk to Dumbledore."

A/N I hope you liked the chapter! Review:)