All the characters here are not mine. They belong to J.K Rowling. I'm just stealing them and raising them as my own.
A.N. After reading through the first chapter, I noticed that there are many typos and grammatical errors. That's what happens when you type a section in the middle of the night while drinking. I sincerely apologize for that. I would be posting much later than I want to simply because I need to revise each chapter.
BTW, thanks for those who reviewed the last chapter, Guest and Guest. Special thanks for Guest for the encouragement and Guest for the inquiring question that should be addressed in this chapter.
Carry On Hermione
It turned out that it was firewhiskey that was punishing Hermione, and not her French Veela heritage. Anthony, the sweetheart that he was, made sure that she drank at least three tall glasses of water the morning after, and he even cooked her a greasy brunch for the hangover.
She knew for sure that it was the firewhiskey when she and Anthony had one more round of hide-the-broomstick after brunch. She turned out, feeling fine afterward.
Why did she play another round of hide-the-broomstick after a massive headache, you ask? Simple, because Hermione was a scientist and scientists repeat experiments just to make sure. She was a trainee medical researcher at St. Mungo's hospital. Hermione could not merely lose her V card while drunk and pass it off as a failure when she felt terrible afterward. No, she had to screw the guy the next day while perfectly sober to make sure.
Now she knew that she could sleep with someone who was not her mate without consequences. She already knew that she could kiss someone without consequences after she made out with Viktor Krum during her Fourth Year. But she had to make sure that she could still make out with someone who was not her mate after she had her mate dream. Therefore, she made out with Charlie Weasley last Christmas during the Weasley's annual Yule party.
The thought made Hermione blush. When she started counting off all her experiences, it made her sound like a slag going through her "slut phase" in university. But Fleur and Ginny liked to call it her "experimental stage."
"We don't know what traits you do have and what traits you don't," Ginny argued.
"Yezz.. we neet to test out all of them just to make zure," Fleur said in her heavily accented English.
Of course, the one trait they were all worried about is the "dying at the age of thirty" trait. Ginny was more apprehensive about this and wanted Hermione to look for her mate as soon as possible. Fleur, on the other hand, was more relaxed about it.
"Zhe has a decade to find him," Fleur said. "Zhehaz, all the time in the world."
The next step would be to see if she could switch sleeping with one man to the next without consequences as well. It's entirely possible that her veela half would just latch on to the first guy who deflowered her and count it off as a mate. There were some records of French Veelas who never had their mate dream because, by the time they were 21, they already started a family, and their Veela simply considered whoever they are with as their mate. There were also stories of Greek Veelas who never found their mate for whatever reason. Hence, they end up marrying whoever deflowered them.
But Hermione already had her mate dream, so she doesn't know how that would work out.
Needless to say, it sucked to be a new breed of veela. Hermione had to figure out almost everything all on her own, but it was good to have friends who could help her out.
In the meantime, Hermione has to make sure that she went through her classes for the rest of the week so she could talk to Fleur during the Weasley's weekly Sunday roast.
For this week's roast, Hermione decided to recycle one of the old dresses she bought when she was eighteen. Purchasing a new Sunday dress whenever she grew old and tired of another dress placed a drain in Hermione's student budget, so she started recycling her dresses. With just a couple of spells, Hermione could make alterations and make old dresses look like new. Oh, how she loved magic.
This week's recycled dress was a lilac patterned with large purple roses. It had a bit too much cloth at the bottom, so Hermione made the bottom asymmetrical and cinched the waist. Now only the most fashionably conscious could tell that the dress is three years old.
She tried to control her hair in a bun, but some hair ended up escaping, so she settled on a half-bun and tried to apply makeup. The late nights at the St. Mungo's lab was not helping her complexion, so she decided to fake a healthy appearance. She dusted lilac eye shadow, applied mascara, and applied peach lipstick to finish it off.
Happy with her appearance, Hermione grabbed the peach cobbler she made last night and apparated to the Weasley's backyard where the Weasleys are already gathering. Little Teddy Lupin was playing with Victoire Weasley, who was just learning how to walk as Fleur watch. Molly was catching up with Andromeda, who became a regular fixture in the Weasley brunch after the war. Arthur and Percy are in the kitchen carving the meat while almost everybody else was setting up for the pick-up quidditch game later in the afternoon.
"Hermione! You look absolutely gorgeous." Molly said
She handed off the peach cobbler to Molly and exchanged pleasantries with the rest of the Weasleys. When she got to Ginny, she spun her around, making her skirt twirl along with her.
"Is that the same dress you bought three years ago?" Ginny asked.
"Yes, I just made a few alterations." Hermione smiled.
"I think it looks better on you now that it did before." Ginny complimented.
"Yezz… it zeemz that Hermione iz getting prettier and prettier every year." Fleur commented, making Hermione blush.
"Okay, everybody, the food is ready. Everybody, find your place," Arthur announced.
Hermione sat in between Ron and Harry, who both gave her a hug upon seeing her.
"Hey, there's our little scientist," Harry said.
"Well, if it isn't my little Aurors." She replied, her smile beaming.
"Hey, Hermione," Ron said, trying to act casually.
"So, how are things at the Ministry?" Hermione asked.
"They are working us to the brink there, Hermione," Harry said with a smile on his face. "They were making sure that all Aurors, including the new ones, have quick reflexes. It's kind of funny seeing fifty-year-old Aurors trying to keep up with stealth training. But I think everybody gained ten pounds of muscle on their calves alone."
"I think there were some female Aurors who were complaining that they couldn't fit in their skinny jeans anymore," Ron said smilingly.
He made eye contact with Hermione for a brief second before turning away. Hermione gave him a sad smile, but part of her was kind of happy that she could still affect Ron months after their breakup.
Ron and Hermione dated soon after the Final Battle, but they broke up as soon as Hermione had her "mate dream" eight months ago. For a while, she hoped that her mate would turn out to be Ron to make things a lot easier for everybody, but fate had other plans. She tried pretending that nothing was wrong; to "keep calm and carry on," but it was the beginning of the end for them.
Hermione stopped making out with Ron in fear of how her Veela heritage would react to her making out with someone who was not her mate. While Greek Veelas could move from one male to the next, French Veelas suffer a curse almost as painful as the Cruciatus Curse when touched sexually by someone who was not her mate. At the time, Hermione did not know which trait she inherited, so she avoided any sexual touching altogether. Ron brushed it off to the side, and for a while, Hermione thought everything would be alright.
Then the Weasley family started asking them when they would get married.
It was at that point that Hermione realized that it was not fair for her, Ron, and the rest of the Weasley family to keep up the charade. Ron deserved to be with a girl who wants to start a small family at a young age like he did.
And the last thing Hermione wanted to do was leave Ron with young children if she dies at the age of thirty.
Hermione broke it off with him in October. She told him that they were too young, that she wanted to explore her options more fully before settling down. That she feared that they might grow apart, and the last thing she wanted was for her and Ron to stop being friends and that they should end it while they were still in good terms.
Ron protested for a while, then he got angry. When Hermione pointed out that they stopped being physical to one another, he agreed that this was inevitable, so they broke it off. For a while, they avoided eye contact during Weasley Weekly Brunch, but time helped heal all wounds.
At first, the Weasley family was just bidding their time for them to get back together. Still, then Hermione told Fleur and Ginny her predicament, which in turn spread around that the pair were likely to never getting back together. She told Ginny because she was her best friend. She told Fleur because she also had veela heritage, but since she has an unpaired veela gene Fleur only some veela traits such as insanely good looks. She did not have a mate, nor did she had a mate dream. She fell in love with Bill, all on her own.
Hermione quickly deduced that the veela gene was recessive, and it took two recessive genes for it to show up. Since Hermione did have two veela genes from her grandmothers, she received the full force of veela problems. While her veela heritages contradict in many ways, they both agreed that Hermione had a mate. And his name was Draco "git" Malfoy.
She never told Fleur and Ginny about her mate dream, though. As far as they were concerned, they have to find her mate through the Greek veela way, by touching as many males as possible.
By the time of Weasley's annual Yule Celebration, Ron was dating someone new, and Hermione had a glass of Firewhiskey in her hand. Hermione almost drunk in a stupor if it were not for Charlie Weasley, who came back from Romania for Christmas. He stole her Firewhiskey with one hand and her waist with another when she passed him by in a hallway.
"Wotcher Mione. We don't want you throwing up all over yourself now, do we?" Charlie said with his brilliant smile.
At that point, Hermione was musing at the unfairness of it all. She inherited all the shortcomings from both veela heritages without the looks, the talent, nor the grace to attract her git of a "mate." Who was, by the way, off to the Caribbean with his then-girlfriend for the holidays, according to Witch Weekly. At the time, there were even rumors that they already met each other's parents and were on their way to the wedding aisle. On top of it all, she prohibited herself from touching any other males because she was too afraid of how her body would react. What a great Gryffindor she turned out to be.
But then Hermione noticed how Charlie was even more good-looking than Ron and how years of working as a dragon-tamer helped him develop well-toned muscles. He was giving her a winning smile, and for some reason, he was the only one in that hallway with her.
Was it wrong for her to want to kiss her ex-boyfriend's brother? Even if her ex-boyfriend has moved on? But Hermione saw Charlie bend over, his lips almost ghosting over hers. Does he want to…? She wondered if she reached over then and pecked him, would she feel pain? His lips were so full, Hermione wondered if it would feel like a soft pillow. He was shorter than Ron, so it was easier for Hermione to stand on her toes and kiss him.
The kiss started out sloppy, and her breath reeked of alcohol. Charlie wrapped his arms around her. His tongue, seeking entrance as he tried to push her against the wall.
The loud thud of her Hermione's back hitting against the wall made them aware of how visible they were right in the hallway. With a tilt of his head, Charlie told Hermione to follow him. He brought her to his room and proceeded to kiss Hermione again.
He laid her down his old bed and pulled down her jeans so he could play with her clit with his experienced fingers. He kissed her mouth, then peppered her neck with kisses. Hermione took off her sweater, and Charlie pushed up her shirt to expose her C cup breasts framed by her polka-dot bra.
"Mione, Mione, Mione. How long have you been hiding these under all those clothes?" Charlie murmured.
Hermione blushed. It was the first time anyone saw her breasts. Ron didn't even get his hand under her shirt.
Charlie pushed up her bra and suckled on her left tit all the while he played with her clit. His hands were pulling down her pants so he could have better access to her clit. He ran his fingers over her mound, hinting of what he really wanted to do to her.
He stopped teasing her and reached for her clit, sending shivers all over Hermione's body. His expert fingers circled over her clit faster and faster. His other fingers ghosting over her opening, but they never entered.
At this point, Hermione was breathing hard, and she was holding back screams, but soft whimpers escaped her lips.
"Hush Mione," Charlie whispered breathlessly.
Pleasure built up within her more and more. It was not long until Hermione Granger reached her first orgasm at the age of twenty-one.
When Hermione came down from her high, she came to the realization that she did not feel any pain anywhere. Charlie, for his part, helped make Hermione look presentable to his family, and they both headed downstairs to exchange Christmas gifts.
After lunch, Fleur and Hermione helped clean out the table while everybody else played a pick-up Quidditch game. Usually, Molly would clean up while Fleur watched her husband and Hermione read a novel. Still, Hermione wanted to talk to Fleur about Anthony. It would seem that Fleur wanted to speak with her privately as well when she asked Molly and Andromeda to look out for the little children.
"I notizzed that you are getting prettier," Fleur said.
"Thank you, Fleur, you are very kind," Hermione replied.
"Non. I mean it. You may not zee it for yourzelf, but you are much prettier now than a year ago." Fleur said. "It muzt be ze French Veela in you. You might be a late bloomer"
"I think it's a bit late for me to be a late bloomer." Hermione joked. After a while, she said. "I just put on a bit of makeup, that's all."
"Non, it's more than that," Fleur said. "The way you move iz entrancing. I brought Victoire to St. Mungo's for a checkup thiz pazt week and me zaw you and your clazz. I zee you pazz by with your hair piled top of your head and even then there are zome people in your clazz who could not ztop looking at you."
Hermione blushed at the compliment. She never noticed how people look at her, and maybe Fleur was right. That doesn't' stop her from denying it, though.
"I beat you had more suitors when you were seventeen than I do when I am twenty-one," Hermione said. She remembered how the boys at Hogwarts were drooling all over themselves when she passed by during her fourth year.
"I am not talking about me, Hermione. I am talking about you. I zwear Hermione. You could pick any boy in your clazz as your beau. They would probably even trip over themzelvez to have a date wiz you." Fleur said.
Hermione blushed. She remembered when Hermione asked Anthony to study with her. He was a bit too eager, too excited to say yes. Anthony even brought a pound-yes a pound-of notes-with him on the library. He also insisted that they continue studying for the next chapter at his dorm after the library closed down. Now that she had time to think about it, it was normal for Hermione to study ahead for class, but it was unusual for anybody else.
Hermione must have been thinking too long because Fleur gasped right next to her.
"Non. You zlept with a clazzmate did you?" Fleur said, aghast.
Hermione's face turned beet red before she answered, "Yes, okay." Hermione whispered harshly.
"Vell? Iz he your mate?" Fleur asked.
That was the standard question Fleur and Ginny asked whenever she even touched a boy in the past few months after she told them her secret.
"No, there isn't any spark that the books talk about," Hermione said.
"But you gave him your virginity, no?" Hermione nodded. "Oh no, zat would mean that he would be enamored with you zhe next time you zee him. "
Hermione shook her head. Anthony knew perfectly well that it was just a one-time thing with no strings attached. Besides, Hermione read that women tend to feel connected to the men they lost their virginity to. If anything, it should be her who would have feelings for Anthony, not the other way around.
"You hav no idea what power you hav over men don't you?" Fleur said.
"I know that veelas could attract males with their good looks, song, and dance. But I don't have gorgeous looks like you and-"
"No." Fleur interrupted. "Both French and Greek Veelas are unforgettable. Yez, men would move on with and get married, but men don't forget a veela for the rest of their livez."
Hermione blushed. Unsure of what to say.
"I know that you got to gezther with Charlie lazt Chriztmaz" Fleur said. " I knew this because he couldn't ztop talking about you when he went back to Romania. He writez Molly every month and he kept azking about you. He even planz to vizit zometime thiz month juzt to zhe you. Molly iz even making planz for your wedding."