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Chapter 2:

I woke up the next morning and remembered it was Friday. I had a lot to do before the deadline. I felt that I was crunched for time and had to rush. After getting ready, I decided to skip breakfast and just head to work.

When I opened the front door and stepped out, I heard a crunching sound beneath my shoes. I looked down and saw a purple note. I picked it up and it read in cursive, 'Looking forward to seeing you. -Fleur'. First off, how did she know where I lived? She wasn't going to make this easy for me was she? My chest became constricted and I felt tears well up in my eyes at the memory of last night's talk with Harry and Ginny. I still couldn't understand why this was affecting me so much. Was it because I wanted a lover? I may never know.

I put the note on the counter and proceeded on my way out.

It was eleven o' clock at night and I still wasn't finished. I had planned to be done a lot sooner but was created with more work when I walked into my office.

I was sitting at my wooden desk hunched over paperwork with my left hand over my eyes. My eyes were burning and felt heavy from exhaustion.

I heard my door creak open and I looked up to see who it was. I was surprised to Fleur standing there.

She walked in, closing the door behind her. She gave me a smile and asked, "What are you doing here? You should be at home."

To say that I was shocked was an understatement. Where do I begin? Whywas she here in my office? How did she know I was still here? Was she stalking me?

"I could ask you the same thing." I responded

She walked up to my desk, leaning on it. Her smile grew and she shrugged, "I knew you were here, so I decided to ask you when you wanted to get together."

"I'm sorry, Fleur. I'm having second thoughts about that." I said

She cocked her head to the side, "Why?" she whispered

I sighed, "Because I'm not convinced that it is a good idea."

She gave me a seductive smile and I felt my resolve crumble. My heart was beating faster and my stomach flipped. "What can I say or do to convince you otherwise?"

Dammit! Why was this happening to me?

I looked at her in her eyes, trying to ignore them enchanting me, "Nothing." I got up from my chair, took my paperwork, organizing it and put them in my briefcase.

"What has changed since we've last spoken?" she asked

"I just…see things more clearly now."

"Not to be rude Mademoiselle, but if you did, you would not be doing this. Just tell me, I deserve that much." She said

My body tensed. Should I tell her the truth? I decided honesty was best.

"You really want to know?" I asked

She nodded and my stomach flipped again. Why is it that everything she does is sexy? I realized that this was going to be harder than I originally thought.

"I had a little talk with Ginny and Harry." I said

She just stared at me and the look she gave me caused my heart to pick up even faster.

She shrugged and put her hands up as if asking me to continue, "And?"

"Tell me something. Do you…do you have…feelings for me?" I asked timidly

She gave me another sexy smile. Does she have to smile all the time? It's making this harder.

"Romantic feelings?" she asked

I nodded, "Yes."

"Yes." she said without hesitation

"So you admit it?" I asked, pointing to her

"Yes!" she said as if it was obvious. "I had thought I made my point clear."

She walked over to me, behind the desk. With each step she took my heart rate accelerated. I'm surprised my heart hasn't exploded by now.

When she reached me, she cupped my face, "I tried telling you through body language but I guess I wasn't clear enough. I want you Hermione. I apologize if my words frighten you but it is the truth. Please know this; you need not be afraid of me. I will not hurt you."

I melted and took hold of her hands and broke them away from my face. "When did this happen?" I wasn't so tired anymore.

"For a while now. Deep down, I always knew."

I was baffled, "What?" I squeaked

"Why is it so hard to believe? There are countless things I love about you but lack of self-esteem is not one of them, amour." she said irritably. "I see I'm going to have to work on that, to get you to see the true beauty you are. To see yourself the way I see you. 'Ermione, you are intelligent, funny, adorable, caring, hard-working, loyal, strong, beautiful and sexy. " I blushed at the last part. "You are a rare find indeed. If someone can't see that, then there is something wrong with them. You take my breath away." she said

Oh, she is good. She almost had me. "I'm not falling for that, Fleur." I said, backing away.

She looked hurt and instantly felt guilty. She quickly covered it up, "'Ermione, please, I'm being serious. Why would I lie?"

"Because that's what you do! Harry and Ginny warned me that you don't Veelas don't care. They also said Veelas are dangerous. They told me the story about Bill."

Fleur lips thinned. I believe she was caught off guard. "And you automatically believe them?"

I narrowed my eyes, "They're my best friends, Fleur. They wouldn't lie to me."

Fleur held up her hands, "I wasn't implying that they were lying. I mean that perhaps they hadn't gotten all the facts right."

"So, you didn't pin Bill to the wall and slammed your hand against it, making the wall crack?" I asked

She had a guilty look, "Well, that part was true." she muttered

I crossed my arms and gave her a look that said 'well?'

"But it isn't true that Veelas don't care! We can care quite a lot actually…when it's the right person." Fleur said

"Let me show you. Let me show just how deeply we can care." she said, cupping my face again, her eyes pleading.

I've never seen this side of her, before. It made me think that perhaps Ginny and Harry were wrong. Another part of me was too scared to take the risk of getting hurt though.

I backed away from her, "I-I don't think so Fleur."

"You will not give me a chance?" she asked, her voice breaking.

I almost caved, "I'm sorry." I said sincerely. I wanted to be with her, I really did but I told myself this was for the best. She and I could never happen.

Fleur's expression turned to determination. She gave me a nod, "Well then Mademoiselle Granger, I will just have to prove it to you. I will win your heart if it is my final act. I should probably warn you…I like an occasional challenge and I will be looking forward to courting you. I can chase you forever."

I ignored the warm feeling in me and shook my head, "I'm sorry Fleur but it won't happen. I'm very stubborn."

Fleur smiled, "Ah, but a determined Veela is more stubborn. You're in for quite a ride Hermione." She promised with a seductive smile.

I got the impression that there was a double meaning to that.

"I will see you again soon." she said and left

When the door closed I felt my knees buckle. I couldn't hold it anymore and my legs gave out, dropping me to the floor. How far was she willing to take this?

I got up from the floor, grabbed my briefcase, and headed home.

It was three in the morning when I finally finished everything and I was beat. I put everything away and headed to bed.

Hours later:

I wasn't surprised at all that I dreamt of Fleur. She is everywhere, in my office, café, my home, my head and now my dreams. I will admit they were pleasant dreams and I was mad at myself for enjoying dreaming of her.

I quickly got ready for the day and went down to my job to hand in my paperwork. I noticed in my office it still smelled strongly like Fleur; fresh fallen snow, lilac, cinnamon, rain, pear, roses, apple, hyacinth and something else that I couldn't quite place. How she was able to smell like all of that at once was beyond me. It must be a Veela thing. It was intoxicating and addictive. I could smell it forever and never get tired of it.

I sat in my chair, closed my eyes and just inhaled the scent, my eyes rolling at the back of my head. After about half an hour, I realized what I was doing and mentally kicked myself. A horrible realization dawned on me; I was obsessed with her.

I got up and went home to catch up on much needed sleep.

I woke up to the sound of my doorbell. I never conceived the idea of the sound being so annoying. I got up from my bed and answered the door. A tall young man probably still in his teens was standing there, holding a bouquet of roses.

"Miss Granger?" he asked

"Yes." I answered

"For you." he said, handing me the bouquet. Before I could reply, he left.

I closed the door and saw the note attached. I grabbed it and it read in purple lettering, 'Hermione, I will make you mine. Love, Fleur'

My heart melted at the words. I love the sound of it. Then a wave of annoyance swept through me when I hoped she would. I really was at war with myself. I was struggling to not think about her and to just give in. Against my better judgment, I found a vase to put the flowers in.

I was still disturbed by the idea of not knowing anything about Veelas. I was very curious about them and wanted to know more. I supposed Fleur would tell me about them but I didn't want to lead her on, plus the less time I spend with her the better. I decided I'd go to every magic library there was within reach that may have something that was true about Veelas. The problem with that was how to decide which was false and which was true. I would gather all that I can and try to compare. I just hoped I didn't bump into Fleur along the way.

There were several libraries that I went to and checked out different books. By the time I finished, I had a stack of books about Veelas. I took them home and began to read about them.

After reading a number of books, I had a hard time not destroying them. For some reason, I knew these were all false. How they got published was beyond me.

It wasn't a complete loss, though. On the last book, I saw that there was a way to contact a Veela. I figured it was better than these books and talking to Fleur. I wrote down the address and would head out tomorrow morning to see her.

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