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The new chapter. ~ JoyfulTrouble

Everyone got settled, and all began to eat dinner. Many of the students were confused at first, seeing many new types of dishes. I, having read as many books as I have, knew most if not all of the dishes, and wasn't fazed by it. It seemed Ron wasn't either, but that was because he ate anything and everything.

I quickly ate a small helping of roast beef, not really wanting to eat. All I wanted to do was head straight to the library. I needed to find out what was happening to me. The unknown aspect was making me a bit on edge. What did it all mean? Would it always happen? Why is it only that girl that is causing it? I shot up from my seat, said goodbye to Harry and Ron quickly, and turned to leave. Only I didn't leave, because I slammed into a body standing beside me.

From the force, I fell back onto the seat with a huff. Looking up, wondering who was in my way, I almost wish I didn't, because there, giving me a small grin, was her.

"'Ello." She said politely, and everything was back. With the simple word, the wolf was trying to break free, my heart beating rapidly, my stomach doing professional acrobatics; all of it. All from one word, with a heavy, beautiful, sexy, French accent.

Wait.

Beautiful? Sexy?

I shook my head, trying to get my thoughts in track, and realized I was starring. Damn! I looked over to Ron and Harry, who were looking at me confused. I looked back to the girl, with a shy smile on my face.

"Ah, h-hello." I said, instantly cursing myself. I was so smooth. I didn't know what else to say, so I did what I would later justify as being stupid: I continued to stare at her.

She didn't question it for some reason, just went on with the conversation. "I waz wondering if youz were done wiz ze bouillabaisse?" She looked at me questioningly, and noticing that I wasn't answering. To be honest, I couldn't. I tried to speak, but ended up looking like a fish out of water. She then looked over to Ron, and then Harry, waiting for answer.

"The soup thing? Sure, yeah you can have it." Ron said, picking up the bowl and handing it over.

"Yeah, you can have it! It's great!" I exclaimed, a little too loudly for my liking. Wow, was I acting so stupidly. Luckily for me though, the girl simply chuckled, and the sound echoed through me, and made the wolf jump in excitement. And that reminded me what my mission was, I needed to find out what was going on.

"Thank you," the witch said, "Oh, and by ze way, my name is Fleur, Fleur Delacour." She extended her free hand towards me, and I instantly took it, shaking it for a little too long. Again, I couldn't help it, her hand was so soft, and delicate, and beautiful…

I kept shaking her hand, until she gave me an expecting look. Wait- Oh, my name, right.

"Oh, I'm Hermione, Hermione Granger." I said, a little bit breathlessly.

"Nice to meet you, 'Ermione. I 'ope to zee you around, oui?" Fleur said, already turned to head back to where she was sitting. With the way she said my name, it almost made me purr.

"Oui." I say with a sigh. She laughs again and my insides melt at the sound. She walks back to her table, all the while I am still starring at her, lost in thought (of her). I completely forgot what I was doing before that moment, what was I doing?

"And you say I'm obvious." Ron commented. I turn quickly to glare at him as best as I could. "What?" Ron asked, "It's true, you were practically drooling over her."

"Ron, no, I'm not a-"I looked back and forth from Ron to Harry, both giving me a Really? look. So I gave up and mumbled "Whatever."

"So, did anyone else notice she's a Veela?" Harry asked, looking back to where Fleur was sitting.

"A what?" I ask.

"A Veela, you know, known as the 'seductive' creature… One of the few magical creatures that are mixed with humans, kind of like a hybrid… do I need to keep going?"

"No, Harry, you don't, I know what they are. I just didn't notice that she was one." I explained. Right away both Harry and Ron burst out in a round laughter.

"Yo-you, you didn't n-notice?" Ron asked through fits of laughter. I started to pack my things. Deciding that now was a better time than any to head to the library, like I was going to do in the first place, until Fleur.

"No, Ron, I didn't notice. Now, if you excuse me, I am going to the library." And with that, I walked quickly out of the Great Hall, ignoring the shouts of apology from Harry and Ron.

When I get to the library, I wasn't surprised to find that I was the only one there. I walked over to the back, near the restricted section, to the part marked 'Magical Creatures'. It still felt weird to me that werewolves were in the 'Magical Creature' section, but all in all, that's what they are… and in a weird way, that's what I am too.

I always loved going to the library, not just because of all the books, and don't get me wrong, the books are good too. But there was always this feeling of calm whenever I stepped into the library, and I reveled in it. No matter what the problem was, I would always go to the library, even if the answer wouldn't be found in books, just being there would make me feel better. The smell of ink and paper, the quite, or low hum of student working, it was just relaxing.

I found a book that deemed interesting on the bottom shelf, called The Biological and Mental Tendencies of Werewolves. Grabbing it, I went to the nearest table and sat down. Flipping to the table of contents and skimmed through. There were a few things on mannerisms, physical appearances, et cetera. Though the one that caught my eye was a chapter call Mating.

I quickly flipped to the page indicating the start of the chapter. Hoping that there would be some answers in there. Answers that might be awkward, but answers none the less. Landing on the page, I noticed that, under the title Werewolves and Mating, there was only a small paragraph that read:

No information has yet been received on this particular subject. If any group or individual finds anything related to the mating process of werewolves, please contact The Ministry of Magic, The Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures: Being and/or Beast Division. Please see page 11 for contact information.

I instantly slammed the book close, making a loud slam that echoed through the empty library. Of course they wouldn't have any information. No one does! I sighed and got up to put the book back, the weight of the unknown still on my shoulders. It was useless anyways, and I also still had a potion essay to work on.

I went back to the table, took out my book, parchment, and ink from my bag, and began to work late into the night.

**Break**

It has been a week since I have been looking for whatever has been happening, trying to find some sort of answer. So far none of the books in the library have had any useful information. All of them have either, we have no information, please contact us if you do! Or they don't have a section at all. I mean, there must be some book out there with the information I need. It's outrageous that there isn't one, or at least, not one at Hogwarts.

I haven't run into Fleur as of late, which I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing. I have seen her from afar, or have herd people talking about her, but that's about it. I have heard that she put her name in the cup, and other things like that she is a veela, but that conversation usually ends up about how hot she is, and that for some reason makes my wolf angry.

So now I am heading down to the great hall along with everyone else. Everyone who wanted to try for the cup has done so, and now it's time to find out who the champions are. Ron keeps going on, telling everybody about how Victor is going to be the champion for Durmstrang. Saying, and I quote: "He is the best guy in their school! He's smart and handsome. I mean, have you seen his abs! And his hair? He could probably beat the competition with his looks alone!" There is pretty much the same speech as well towards Charlie, though Charlie wasn't allowed to enter do to his age. So you can pretty much say Ron is now out of the closet. He wasn't secretive in the first place.

"No, seriously, that guy has nice abs!" Ron exclaims about Charlie, once again. "He should be allowed into the competition because of that alone! Right, Hermione?"

"Ah, yeah, sure. Abs."

"Pfft, I know you'll be hooting for a particular blonde, hmm?" He asks, "A particular Vella blonde?"

"No, I am not."

"Yes, you are."

"Ron, no, I am not. She is another women, from another school." I say, speeding up my walk and heading towards a seat in the back. Ron shouts to wait up for me, but I'm already seated. He hurries and sits down beside me, Harry not far behind, and we waited. We were a few of the first people in, so we watched as people either walked in, or some being too slow, got pushed in.

I was looking up at the front, at the Goblet of Fire, when I felt it. The feelings. It was weird, because every time I felt them, it was because I saw her, but this time.

It was because I smelt her.

The only thing I could think of was that it must be getting worse. Not only am I getting these feelings, but now I am apparently familiar with her scent. The mix between vanilla and lemon, and something that can only be described as Fleur. Damn, it feels like I'm a creep, a creepy stalking creep! We are not even friends! We just met, what, a week ago? I am in 100% CreeperVille right now.

I turn and watch as Fleur walks over to the bench we were sitting at. No. No, no, no, she is sitting over here? Why?

My wolf doesn't seem to be complaining.

My wolf is jumping for joy, reveling in the fact that her scent is stronger now that she is sitting only three rows in front of me. Three! And I swear before she sat down, she looked at me almost as if she knew what was happening. Wait, did she?

What if the answers I need are with her all along? What if she is the one who is causing this, and not some weird werewolf hormonal thing? What if that wh-

"Ladies and Gentlemen, can I please have your attention." Dumbledore shouted through the room. Walking up to the goblet, he played with the detailed designs carved into it. "I believe it is now time to find out who the champions are, am I wrong?" Many of the students hollered, cheered, and clapped. Dumbledore only smiled.

"Trust me, I do too. Now, what are we waiting for, hmm?" With a tap of his wand to the goblet, a bright blue flame instantly erupted from the inside, causing many of the students to gasp. Dumbledore only waited as a piece of paper flew out of the fire, somehow only singed slightly. He caught the paper with one hand, and read it.

"As it seems, it is only customary for the ladies to go first. From the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, representing their school as their new champion, is Fleur Delacour!"

Applause erupted the Hall, the Beauxbatons clapping more enthusiastically. Fleur got up, a huge smile on her face. Before she went to the front though, she turned and looked at me. Me. And my heart stopped, along with my clapping, everyone's clapping, and even time. It only lasted seconds, but it felt like minutes, hours even.

I was stuck in a haze, lost in my own mind, my own thoughts. Her smell was engraved in my head, her smile, and her eyes. I only snapped out of my stupor when Dumbledore yelled "Victor Krum!" and Ron nearly screamed my ear off in excitement.

"Could you be any louder, Ron?" I asked, my voice laced with sarcasm.

"Could you be any more obvious?" Ron answered back. I rolled my eyes at that, since he has been going on about that forever.

Not wanting to stay, I got up to leave, making Ron and Harry look at me with concerned faces. I mumbled something about the noise and left. Really, I just suddenly had the urge to find out what was going on. I hit the last nerve about these feelings, and I needed to know what they all meant. There was a few books I hadn't checked yet in the library, and I desperately hoped they had some answers

I groaned as I adjusted my head. My makeshift pillow made out of books wasn't as comfy as I hoped, but it worked. I was still in the library trying to do more research on whatever was happening to me, with still no means to an answer. It must have gotten late, because the next thing I remembered was me waking up, head literally in the books. I found a more comfortable position and sighed, drifting back to sleep.

Moments later, I heard someone in front of me clear their throat.

I grumbled, and muttered 'go away' into the books. Seconds later, a simple word was announced with a French accent.

"'Ello."

I grumbled again, this time moving my arms under my head, making a better pillow. Surly this person will get the message sooner or later. How dense can a person be, right? I almost dozed off again when everything seemed to snap into place. French accent? The simple 'Ello?

It couldn't be…

Instantly awake, I shot up from the table and looked at who was disrupting my nap. Sure enough, there was Fleur, sitting there in front of me. She didn't seem fazed by my sudden movement, only put her locked hands on the table in front of her, and gave me a grin.

"'Ello." She said again, and the wolf was back. But for some reason not as strong as the other times, almost as if content with the fact that she was closer to me this time, and as I looked around the library, alone.

"Ah, hey." I said, my voice heavy with sleep. What time was it anyways? How long was Fleur sitting there? Why is she sitting there?

I rubbed my eyes, attempting to get more awake. I look back up to see that Fleur was still staring at me with a smile. My lips lifted on one side in a half smile. Fleur did have a beautiful smile. Wait, beautiful?

Ah, hell. There was no use denying it anymore.

Fleur is beautiful, anyone with eyes can see that.

I huffed as a sort of inner relief washed over me due to my mini confession, looking down at my hands with a smile. But seriously, it was okay to think a girl was beautiful right? That's all it meant. That she admired the women's looks. That's it, that's all. Right?

Right?

I looked back to Fleur, once again, and noticed that her attention was now on the book covered by my arms. I moved my arms away and looked towards the open book laying before me. It was one of the few werewolf books the school had, and I was skimming through it in a last ditch attempt to find something, anything. And now Fleur was staring at it with interest and, understanding?

"What are you reading?" Fleur asked, sliding the book around to face her. "Werewolvez, hmm? Interested wiz ze 'alf beast 'alf 'uman creatures?" Fleur looked up, with a sparkle in her eye.

I was lost. I didn't know what to say, and I couldn't tell the truth. As well, I didn't know if I should be offended or not about the half beast and half human thing since it was kind of true, but it still felt weird to me. After dealing with it for four years, it still wasn't enough time to accept it.

"It- It is research," well that part is true, "For an essay due soon for my Defense against the Dark Arts class." Now that was the lie. Fleur looked back down at the page, and frowned.

"So zen, 'Ermione, if your ezzay is about defending against werewolvez, zen why iz your page on ze Werewolvez in Heat, hmm?" Fleur asked.

I froze. Though extremely embarrassing, she did have a point. Ah, think fast Hermione.

"I was thinking about maybe attacking werewolves at their most vulnerable, which would presumably be when they are in heat." Nailed it! Though it sounded weird to say 'attacking werewolves'.

"Hmm," Fleur said, attention going back to the book. I couldn't help but watch and admire how pretty she looked when concentrating on something. Tongue sticking out slightly, eyes moving back and forth… Just then, she looked back up.

"It iz such a shame zat people deem 'ybrid creaturez such as werewolvez to be dangerous," she said, and I wondered where this was coming from, "It iz true they can be dangerous, but not many know zat if a werewolf, or ozer 'ybrids, find zer mate, they can be controlled. Tamed," Fleur looked back down to the book, "Zey can control zer anamalistic zide."

I stared at her in shock. I never knew that. But, how would you know who your mate is? How did that ordeal work? And more importantly,

"How do you know that?" I asked, staring at her. She looked back to me, smile claiming those lips once more.

"I am one of zose 'ybrid creaturez. I am quarter veela. And veela, do indeed have an anamalistic zide, one zat I am all too aware of." She answered, frowning. She closed the book and stood up.

"Now, it iz late. And I believe zer are clazzez on a Tuesday, non?" She asked, smile back on her face, and I couldn't help smiling back.

"Yeah, that is true," I said, getting up as well, "Uh, I guess I'll see you around?"

Her smile only grew bigger, and she started walking towards the exit.

"Most certainly." She answered over her back.

"Oh, and congratulations on becoming a champion!" I yelled after her. She didn't answer, only continued to walk down the corridor, probably heading to the Beauxbatons carriage.

I don't know about you, but I loved the ending of this chapter.