Hey guys, I am back! Sorry this took so long, but I did warn you about the whole school thing. Um, I just wanted to point out some people were a little skeptical on the whole 'Attacking werewolves' type thing. But that was my point, they shouldn't be discriminated against, yet they are. So that is going to be part of the story. This chapter is a little short, hopefully not too boring, but it is needed. I love all of you guys, everyone who has favorited, followed, reviewed. It actually makes my day to see that someone likes my story. Since I am a very insecrue person, it helps me write, it really does. SO REVIEW. Now, without further ado,

please enjoy. ~JoyfulTrouble

My patience was wearing thin, and I lost all concentration a while ago. Every time I tried to pay attention in class, my thoughts would wander in to the land of curiosity of Fleur's book. Just the thought that maybe the answers I have been looking for are right in my book bag, just beside me, was driving me crazy. I would get more restless, constantly checking the clock for when I could go. For when I can finally end this unknown streak of what has been going on. It has been so long since I have had troubles finding answers I have needed. And when I had troubles, they never took this long to find. That itself just added to my impatient mind.

I had two classes after my Ancient Runes class, and they went by at a snail's pace. My leg kept bouncing up and down, my eyes glued to the clock. A few times, I almost got caught not paying attention. Luckily Ron and Harry helped me out, telling me what the question was (I usually knew the answer). It was Ancient Runes class, since Ron and Harry weren't there, that I did get caught. Nothing bad came out of it, except for some confused stares wondering why the top student was having attention issues.

At the end of my last class, Potions, I nearly fell out of the door as I burst towards it at full werewolf speed. I didn't even look back at the people who were obviously staring at me in wonder, quite frankly I couldn't find myself to care in that moment.

I skipped dinner all together, finding that knowledge was more important than food. I ran down the hall towards the library. Finally, after a few bewildered looks from students, I managed enough willpower to slow down slightly on my way.

A lot of incidents, especially at the beginning, would happen because of my, well, werewolf abilities. Along with my heightened senses, I got enhanced strength (I have broken way too many things to keep count) as well as speed. From the way that Lupin explained it to me, was that I now controlled two bodies: mine and the wolf's. Therefore combining both abilities, they come together to create stronger ones. The one so called 'ability' that I dislike, and has been a large nuisance in the past, was my eyes. Whenever I was feeling any strong emotion, usually anger, my eyes would glow yellow. The number of times I have used the excuse of 'the light reflected in my eyes a weird way' I almost have myself believing it.

But sometimes though, like now, my abilities came in handy.

Making it to the library in record time, I went to the far back, for privacy of such an important moment. I slumped down into the awaiting chair, and breathed in. The smells of the library, books and ink, instantly relaxed me, and any nervousness I had for this moment left me, and I was at ease. Reaching for my bag, now laying on the ground, I opened it slowly, as if it would break if done improperly. The greenish hue of the book was barely visible in my bag, and excitement rose up into me once again. This could be it. This could be all the answers that I was looking for. The irony wasn't lost on me, as the book came from the source of my problems. That didn't matter at the moment. What mattered was the book the now lay precisely in front of me, on the table, awaiting to be discovered.

I couldn't even think of waiting any longer, and I opened the book to its Table of Contents. Scanning through, I noticed a lot of creatures I've never even heard of. There was a Fwooper, a bright coloured bird in Africa. A Moke, which was a silver-green skinned lizard with the ability to shrink. And there is a Tebo: a grey warthog that can become invisible. None of these, and many, many other creatures in this book, were never in any of the books I have read, including the Monster book of Monsters. It was an amazing discovery, with such privilege to read about these creatures, in which I had a feeling not many knew about.

I wonder if Luna has read this book, it would explain the random animal thing.

I quickly glimpsed through the book, making note to read it thoroughly later. Right now, I had a more prominent goal in mind. Finally flipping to the beginning of the section about werewolves, I was surprised to find a mini table of context just for werewolves. At this simple discovery, my eyes went wide. Of all the books containing information about werewolves never had enough information for two pages, and now this book has multiple pages for certain topics? This was utterly mind-blowing, and the hope for answers grew. I looked through the context, finding the topic Heat to be promising to some answers. Flipping to the page, I read the briefly of what was written, knowing that it wasn't what I was looking for. Sadly, I am all too aware of what happens when a werewolf is in heat. That is not something I want to be reading about.

Skimming over three pages later, and I find a sub title with the heading Mates. Though there was only one sentence under it. The sentence was:

For werewolves and mating, please turn to page 347.

My eyes widen slightly at the sight, all the books I have read say they don't have any information. This answer doesn't give me anything, but it does have promise. My hope for what was to come only grew bigger, to the point now it can only deflate or explode. Frantically turning to the indicated page, I reads the title.

Veela and Mates.

Well this sounds interesting. I couldn't help but think about Fleur, and how this relates to her. I wondered if this was why she had the book: to read about her heritage.

I looked up from the book, scanning the section of the library to see if anyone was near. This moment seemed to be too important to have someone invade on it. As if having a bystander would ruin it completely. Satisfied that I was alone, I continued to read.

Veela's, along with other hybrid creatures, such as vampires and werewolves, have a very lucky gift that only they possess. They have the ability to instantly recognize who their mate is. The only downfall is it is the animal side of the hybrid that has this ability. The human side will receive signs from the animal, trying to tell the hybrid who the mate is. The signs won't stop until the hybrid is aware of their mate, and/or has accepted it. The process of the hybrid receiving signals is called Intellection. (From the Latin word intellego, meaning 'realize.')

Signs of this are quite similar to feelings of falling in love, or a 'crush'. In some sense, that is what is happening. Hybrids, during their life, experience feeling their animalistic side 'act up' while they are in human form. That is normal. It is all because of emotion. When a hybrid is feeling strong emotion, such as anger or sadness, the animal will act up; feeding, thriving on the emotion. That is why when a hybrid has found their mate, the animal will begin to act up more frequently, because the strongest emotion is love. Since the process of Intellection is so powerful, it effects hybrids in many ways, and sometimes differently. The more common descriptions are the feeling like the wolf pushing on your insides. Some say this is because the animal is pushing towards their mate. Constant longing, or need, is a side effect, especially when in animal form. Senses will be more heightened towards the hybrids mate, to the point in some cases can feel their emotion from long distances.

The final step of Intellection, is the realization, when the hybrid realizes and accepts who their mate is. Accepting is not only realizing, but acting on it, which usually leads to a relationship. This, according to hybrids, finding their mate is pure euphoria; enlightenment. It is one of the most beautiful sights anyone could witness, and any hybrid is lucky to be capable of such a thing.

I didn't read anymore. I slowly closed the book, hand shaking as I did so. So many emotions were coursing through my whole body, I felt like running, crying, laughing; everything, all at once. Finding a mate sounds like, like perfection. Though it also sounds like such a burden, that you need to or else. But would that be such a bad thing? Being forced to find bliss?

Looking back on everything, when the feelings started to happen, when the wolf started to act up, the descriptions are accurate. The pushing feeling, the constant nagging the wolf did, the sense, it must be Intellection. But the question was,

Who is my mate?

Two days later, now it's Friday, and there have been rumors going around about the first task. I had almost forgot completely about the games, worrying more on the whole 'mate' thing. Apparently at dinner today, there was to be a discussion about the task. That was the most realistic of the rumors. Others ended up talking about the champions either fighting large, furry rabbits with opposable thumbs and axes, or zombie sharks that could breathe air and could walk. Hogwarts is defiantly not lacking in imagination.

Walking towards the great hall for dinner, I couldn't wait for a topic change. Ron had an incident today with Charlie, and couldn't stop talking about it. Apparently Ron had dropped his book, in which Charlie picked it up for him. That's it. That's the story that Ron somehow has managed to go on all day about it. It was overdone, and it needed to be over with.

I walked past Ron and Harry to get to the hall quicker, and I could hear Ron ask 'What is her problem?' through the crowd. Like the reason wasn't obvious.

I sat down in our usual spot at the Gryffindor table. My spot change sides recently so I could now see the Ravenclaw table. I just thought it was better than looking at the Slytherins, that's all.

Ron and Harry shortly after sat down with me, Harry to my right and Ron I front of me. This is how we sat, and I liked the routine of it.

"But I'm telling you, he went out of his way just to pick up one book for me, doesn't that seem weird to you?" Ron asked, for about the fifth time. My eyes rolled automatically.

"Ron, he was just being nice, just like anyone else. Maybe he does like you, but I don't think him picking up a book for you makes it a sure deal." I finally said, because Harry and I have had enough. I know Harry wouldn't say anything, he's too nice.

"What? Mad at me because I like a guy?" Ron asked, no anger in his tone at all. If anything, it was closer to teasing. "Do you hate gays, Hermione?"

I was instantly shocked. Where did that comment come from? I don't hate gays. It was Ron's ranting that should have been over with eons ago.

"What? No Ron, of course I don't hate them, why would I? I am perfectly fine with people dating the same gender." I explained.

"And I know the reason." Said Ron, and I had a bad feeling about where this is going.

"The reason is I don't hate people because of their sexual orientation. That is their life, they can do what they want."

"That is not the reason." Ron now having huge grin plastered on his face, might as well get this over with.

"Fine, Ron, what is the reason?"

"Because you yourself, are gay." If I had any sort of liquid in my mouth at that moment, Ron would have been covered with it, and I would have accomplished the best spit take Hogwarts has ever seen. Where did that come from?

"No, Ron, I am not gay." I tried to insist.

"Bullshit," Ron exclaimed, and I was surprised at that outburst, sitting back in my chair and staring, "Why can't you just accept it Hermione? No one is going to care. No one is going to treat you differently! The only difference is you will be open to people! You won't be lying anymore!" Ron, in his mini rant, stood up, as if to strengthen his point. Most of the Gryffindor table was staring at us, and a few others from other tables. I felt a blood rushing to my cheeks in a blush, and I couldn't stop it from happening. I sunk into my seat, going as low as I could, hoping that I could go far enough to just disappear altogether. This is not how I thought dinner would be. It was my luck though, or some god giving pity on me, because Dumbledore started talking, and everyone's attention went to him instead, except Ron.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, may I please have your attention. As you all know, the triwizard tournament consist of three parts. The first one, will happen in two weeks at the Qudditch stadium. That is all I m aloud to say. Now, before you eat, may I please speak with the champions?" Victor, Cedric, and Fleur rose from their seats, and headed towards Dumbledore. Before she walked to the front, Fleur looked at me, right at me. It was not just a quick look either, it was a good ten second look, and her eyes held so many emotions in that moment, it was truly breathtaking. My stomach was doing summersaults, and I swear so was my wolf in that moment. I couldn't look away, even as she did, and everything hit like a bag of bricks, super fast.

Fleur. Fleur was the one that my wolf was pushing towards. Fleur was the one that caused my wolf to yelp happily, and (my wolf would deny it) make it close to purring. Fleur was a sense overload. I could smell the lemony vanilla sent from here. I could see how her face was so concentrated on looking brave. I could feel how she was more scared than she was letting on, even to herself. Everything in that moment, was Fleur.

Out of all the people it could be, it had to be her. The one I didn't have chance with.

Well, shit.