Denique Una by A Love So Strong

Rating: NC17
Genres: Romance
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 7
Published: 02/05/2014
Last Updated: 06/06/2014
Status: In Progress

Denique Una - Finally together. He wanted her... needed her. That dark desire flowed through
him, numbing his mind - the lust he held for his mate. He didn't care - he didn't care as
long as she was with him. He was his, just his. No. One. Else's. Only his. Harry embraces his
Veela nature, and his mate is Hermione. It not as dark as it sounds. H/Hr, R/L




1. I'm a What?
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Chapter - 1 I'm a What?

It was heaven. It was the only word that could describe… this.

Harry was waiting for someone - someone very important. Harry needed her, needed her beside him,
warm, safe and comfortable in his arms. The scent of grass wasn't really helping to soothe
Harry's senses as soft trail of steps echoed in his ears as he looked at Her.

It was frustrating to know that he couldn't see her face, but groaned as she sat down beside
him, her thumb stroking his cheek as she kissed him softly on his lips.

Oh, he was sure, it was heaven - beyond heaven.

His mate, mate, she was his mate.

He kissed her back ardently, pulling her on the top of him as he felt the urge to feel her body
against his. Naked.

But she pulled away as he reached her neck. He growled in protest, no… he didn't want to
stop, but she was already pulling away, farther.

How much he wished to see her face, know her and inhale her enticing scent. But he felt that
peace being snatched away from him as he crossed the horizon of consciousness and opened his eyes,
only to find himself drenched in sweat.

So it was only a dream.

A very weird dream. A very beautiful dream. About a girl he wanted so much than air.

Yeah, definitely weird.

"Harry…?"

"…Fleur?" Harry croaked, grabbing his glasses from the nightstand, only to realize
that he could see everything clearly. He got up, ignoring the stiffness in his back and looked up
at Fleur and her husband Bill Weasley.

He did remember calling them, so they must have placed him on his bed.

"The transformation is complete, I suppose." Bill said thoughtfully, looking a little
amused.

"It is indeed." Fleur agreed.

Harry frowned in confusion. He hated being confused, because tragic things happened whenever he
is confused. And no, it wasn't a threat, but something obligatory, being just a mere fact it
is.

"Would anyone tell me what's going on?"

"Happy birthday." Fleur congratulated. Harry fought the urge to roll his eyes. A
birthday he spent in a full body pain.

Yeah, the best birthday blast he ever had.

"Thanks." he looked at the pair expectantly. Both of them grimaced under the young
wizard's powerful scrutiny. It was funny to feel intimidated by a young man, but he was indeed
a powerful wizard.

"Look Harry-" Fleur took a seat on the edge of his bed, "The Delacours originate
from France as you know, were quite good friends of the Potters. They met in France and our family
became quite close at that time. Your family line, the Potters, you great grandfather was actually
a Veela, who was bitten by our great grandfather. And the family of purebloods the Potters was, the
members were shunned to keep it a secret, only to be shared by the Delacours. Of course, being the
generous the Potters were, however didn't strain our family friendship. Geoffrey Potter, you
great grandfather was subjected to Veela's poison by an accident, when my great grandfather
Fiebras Delacour, felt threatened by your great grandfather as an overprotective male Veela. In a
whir to protect his mate and wife, he bit Geoffrey Potter. Instead of killing him, like it would
have commonly, the poison turned him into a Veela." Fleur paused, looking at Harry
apologetically.

Harry didn't like that look, neither did he like the direction in which his family history
was going. He gulped.

"Harry, you are a Veela," Fleur said bluntly while Bill looked at his wife
incredulously.

"The sooner he knows, the better." Fleur shrugged.

Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, the Man Who Conquered aka the Chosen One, was getting a shock
of his life on his eighteenth birthday when a Veela breaks into him that he is a bloody Veela.

"How?" Harry suddenly found his voice. He felt a bit uncomfortable, he wondered
apprehensively if they mentioned this to the Weasleys. He didn't tell about this body pain
problem to anyone, but a week ago Fleur approached him personally to ask him, and he told her
everything.

Just to find out he is a sodding Veela.

Veela.

Harry rubbed his eyes.

"Well, to say logically, the dominant genes of the Veela skipped your Grandfather and
father's generation, only to be passed on to you. The Veela ancient magic activates on the 18th
birthday." Fleur explained and Harry looked oddly frozen, like a statue. It was eerie.

"Does anyone know?" was Harry's first question.

"No. It was your secret and we didn't tell anyone." Bill supplied, smiling a
sympathetic smile at Harry. Harry looked at him gratefully.

Harry looked at his room in the Grimmauld Place and sighed. He didn't felt any different
than before, so he shouldn't be worried should he? He has many questions he wanted to be
answered, but for now he just needed a human moment, Harry scoffed internally; he wasn't
entirely human now, was he? His shirt was drenched with perspiration and he felt clammy and awful.
Fleur, being a woman and noticing his condition, got up from the bed.

"Take your time Harry. We are waiting downstairs." Fleur nodded at him and looked at
her husband. Bill too nodded at Harry and took his wife's arm and walked her downstairs. She
remembered how she got here.

*Fleur purred in contentment as the wolf of her husband nuzzled her neck, planting soft wet
kisses down, unbuttoning her blouse.*

*"Food. Kitchen-" Fleur gasped as he bit her neck.*

*"Perfect, you're my food and we're in the kitchen." Bill growled, pulling
off his shirt.*

*Fleur groaned out loud as Bill undid her blouse, but her sensitive ears caught the familiar
flap of wings.*

*Fleur broke off, just enough to catch the site of Pigwidgeon gliding almost gracefully down
on the window sill, hooting for attention. Bill pulled her for another searing kiss.*

*They ignored it.*

*Pig hooted almost impatiently, flapping its wings.*

*"Might want to get that," Fleur chuckled, while his husband groaned at the
interruption. He pouted and Fleur kissed his lightly to erase his pout and ruffled his already
messed up hair. Bill got off of her, letting her know it wasn't over by squeezing her arse as
she giggled, and walked to the owl.*

*The owl was glaring at him, shoving him the letter almost forcefully from its talons. Bill
rolled his eyes, he was totally like Ron - impatient. Fleur fed him some treats as he untied the
letter. He opened it, his niggard expression quickly morphing into alarm.*

*"It's from Harry. And I think we are needed, immediately." Bill said as Fleur
got up fast at the mention of Harry and took the letter from him. The letter was very messy, like
the letter was written with extreme difficulty, or in Harry's case, extreme pain.*

*"We need to floo, come on." Fleur said impatiently as she dragged her husband, who
was pulling his shirt down, by his arm to the fireplace.*

"Well, I think he is taking it well." Fleur said thoughtfully, Bill looked at his wife
as if she has grown two heads.

"Taking it well? Didn't you see his expression, or to be more precise his eyes?"
Bill asked disbelievingly. Fleur scowled at her husband, but sighed at his lack of knowledge of
Veelas, but she didn't really blame him. Or at least she knew she shouldn't.

"Well, he didn't rip the house apart did he? That's a plus."

Bill just stared at her wife at the unquestionable logic and sighed in defeat. He heard the
footsteps by his sharp werewolf senses and turned to look as Harry descended the stairs quietly. He
wore a muggle t-shirt effectively showing his strong Veela muscles. His hair was disheveled as he
just got out of the bed, which was true, made him look like a man from those muggle fashion
magazine Ginny begged Hermione to buy as Bill remembered. Emerald green eyes darted towards
them.

"Hello."

There was an uncomfortable silence between them. Fleur could see Harry was getting impatient and
decided to break the silence.

"Harry, how much do you know about Veelas?"

"Honestly, next to nothing. They are just really pretty and all. That's all I know.
Hermione wanted to research, but didn't get far because there were no information in the
Library." Harry shrugged and rested his elbows on his thighs while twiddling with his
thumbs.

"Well, we Veelas are very private about our life. That's why we never open up as the
information could be used against us. And hence I will tell you all about a Veela. The most
important thing here is a mate." Fleur said and paused as Harry took this all in. She
continued, "Harry you have to find your mate. They are very possessive of their mates and care
for their safety and all. Your mate could be any woman. You have to find her and bond with her,
this urge of bonding is instinctual, it's common in every Veela. I bet you have even dreamt
about her."

Harry nodded warily.

"My…er, mate, how will I find her, then?" he asked carefully.

"They have this particular scent which will let you know about your mate. Your Veela magic
will sing in response when you find your mate. And you don't have to worry; usually mates are
the woman they have met in their life. Here." Fleur said as she pulled out a book from her bag
which said Male Veela: Know all about them.

"Er, thanks. But, if I don't want a mate or don't want to look for her now, is that
okay?"

Fleur shook her head sadly.

"No, you can't Harry. You are 18 now and your Veela magic activated as you are a part
Veela. But you have to look for your mate and bond with them or else your body will wither away.
The age is till 21. If you don't find your mate… you'll die." There, she dropped the
bombshell. Harry froze and his eyes flashed. He got up from the sofa.

"I would like some time alone." Harry said quietly.

"Sure Harry. Bye." Bill said and smiled at him sympathetically. He got up and took his
wife's hand and flooed home. Harry clenched his fist and kicked on the sofa, which in turn flew
and hit the wall. Harry looked at the damage with shock. Great, he's got some super bloody
strength.

He walked to his room and assessed himself in the mirror. His body had some more definition and
built. He flexed his rippling muscles and he looked at his face. He didn't have many changes,
his skin got slightly paler and contrasted brilliantly with his messy black hair. His lips were
pinkish, his face more defined and making his eyes stand out even more. His features had gotten a
bit more angular.

Well, that saved him years of exercising. He shook his head and walked to the bed and laid
himself to contemplate his life.

He was a Veela now. And again, his life is in danger. He knew he had three years, but this was
not the turn he was expecting . He killed Voldemort, hell he deserved a break from being killed or
murdered again. He did, now he head to save him from himself.

Why did his Grandfather have to go look for trouble? It seems he was just born with the same
luck as his grandfather. He turned into a Veela instead of dying, and now the genes were passed to
him.

There was no power seeking megalomaniac or his followers he had to save his life from. His life
now depended on a girl and to have sex with her. Bonding process was obvious to him that much.
Consummate.

He had cheated death twice. Could thrice work?

Harry didn't want to think anymore so he rubbed his eyes and grabbed the book Fleur has
given her. He opened the page with Contents:

Introduction

History of Male Veelas.

Pure Veela and Half-Veela

Characteristics

Veela Charms

Bonding

Sex positions enjoyable for Veelas

To find your mate

Veela magic

Mate's loss for a Veela

How to control the urges

He frowned at Veela charms and blushed at the sex positions, but got curious at the Veela magic
section. So he decided to start with the Introduction:

A Veela is a humanoid, sexual magical creature which lives and dies for their mates.

He skipped the basics, he knew that.

Mates are very important in Veela's existence. When their mate dies after bonding, the Veela
will die of heartbreak.

Harry grimaced at that. No, he can't afford dying when he had worked so hard to live. So he
would struggle to live again.

A body of a half-human Half-Veela is slightly different from a pure Veela, even if they are
equally powerful like them. The body of a half-Veela can fairly suppress their urges while a pure
Veela find it immensely hard, and in most cases impossible to control themselves in front of their
mate. They have an uncontrollable urge to bond with them and find their way to bond with their
mate, even by force in some cases of a pure Veela.

He hoped that it won't be the case for him. He can't force a girl to non-consensual sex
and live.

A Veela's mate has a unique scent which attaches and attracts them to the Veela. It is an
irresistible scent and once the scent is familiar to the Veela, it wraps around its Veela magic and
hence they could track them anywhere.

A Veela is a very dominant creature and is often dominating on his mate, especially on the
occasion of consummation. They are known to be aggressive with their mate.

Harry couldn't read anymore so he skipped the introductions, History and difference between
pure and half Veelas and started with Characteristics.

The most crucial characteristic to distinguish a Veela is their eyes in their human state. Their
eyes turn into a color similar to black onyx when they feel angry, possessive, and jealous (of the
men nearing towards their mate before Bonding), lust, when their mate is in danger and any strong
negative emotion can trigger this cause. Half-Veela has a Veela side too, but their humanity is
also a part of them and thus they can suppress their control to some extent. They have inhuman
strength which amplifies further once he has bonded with their mate, or and even more when their
mate is in danger. Their mate eyes can too turn black when their Veela is in danger or goes through
similar emotions mentioned above, but only after Bonding. Veela will be able to experience the pain
of her mate when she is hurt physically, but lightly and is same for the mate, but only after the
bonding, the mate is capable of feeling their Veela's pain. A Veela is able to feel their
mate's emotions before Bonding, to some extent. He can only perceive this ability to read their
mate's emotion only after Bonding and it is the same for the mate. They are able to sense where
their mate is, when he becomes attuned to their scent.

When their mate is threatened or exposed to danger, the Veela will grow wings, about 12 feet at
length, which is immune to any spell, including the Unforgivable Curses. They will grow fangs and
sharp claws, and their body will gain an inhuman strength and will try to protect their mate at any
costs. Same is the case for a Pure Veela.

However, there is a slight difference in a Pure Veela and a Half Veela. While Pure Veela drinks
blood from his mate regularly to regain his strength to protect her, Half Veela only consumes their
mate's blood during the bonding ceremony and is not in much need of their blood. They only
consume their blood during the Veela's birthdays, the Veela magic needs to be replenished every
year as the half-Veela depends on the wizard magic ingrained in them, which is different for a Pure
Veela. They are devoid of wizard magic and hence need to replenish their Veela magic from their
mate's blood.

The species are known to be rather close to Vampire species. But the difference is that they
drink blood from a human, while a Veela can only drink from his mate.

Harry sighed in relief. At least he won't become a bloodsucker. While he was rather
horrified at the prospect of growing wings but he thought they were rather helpful to protect his
mate from the Unforgivables.

Harry laughed at the section of Veela Charms. Hell, he had his Veela magic to produce Veela
charms so he could attract opposite gender easily. But he thought it was rather lowly and unfair
for his mate. So he decided to suppress his Veela charms as much as he could.

Bonding:

During their bonding, the Veela find a place where their mate's essence is the strongest.
The role of fangs is special for this ceremony. A bite of Veela is harmless to their mate but toxic
to other people since their fangs are coated with venom, in some very, very rare cases, a human can
turn into a Veela, if he survives the bite. A bite from Veela induces bonding, but it also has
healing powers, when their mate is injured. It is supposed to be a highly pleasurable experience.
Veela specially bites their mate and draws blood on their best moment during their intercourse -
Harry smirked at that - The mate too, has to bite their Veela and drink their blood for the Bonding
ceremony to be absolute. A Veela has a potential to intercourse all the time, but somehow controls
themselves when their mate needs rest.

Harry was by then lost in the Bonding section, quite enjoying himself, but got aroused when the
read it till the last page of the book. It was more like erotic novel, rather than informative.

The section was about the enjoyable sex positions, which almost took the half of the book. He
thought of doing things like these with his mate and his jeans suddenly felt tight and
uncomfortable due to his massive hard-on. He got up and took care of his shaft, remembering about
the light kisses he felt on his face by his mate, and exploded into utter bliss. He rolled his eyes
over his head in ecstasy and cleaned up soon.

Harry went back to the study table and stopped at his least favorite section, it was rather
small:

To find your mate-

A Veela's other half the mate, has a peculiar essence, which Veela lust and thrives for. A
Half Veela can come across this essence or scent, during a deep thinking or in dreams. This is a
very good sign, because they have met them before and an ideal mate is preferably of your age…

"That helps a lot." Harry muttered sarcastically. He was actually planning to die, if
his mate turned out to be Professor McGonagall. He begged Christ to have mercy on him.

By the time he got past the Veela magic and all the sections. It was obvious he was a guy and
the section he thoroughly enjoyed was about the sex positions. He reminded himself to discuss it
with Bill. Some of the positions looked impossible. But his Veela was growling in immense pleasure
as it assaulted Harry with the images of his mate panting and moaning as he slammed inside her wet
folds, or mating in the school's Tranfiguration desks, or fucking in the cold dungeons with
only his body heat to provide warmth. Or even the men's bathroom. The Quidditch ground seemed
like a good idea too. He let his cock free from the confines of his jeans and it sprang gratefully
and rubbed it as the images assaulted him again. His dream did the job and he came very hard and
fast in his hands, his come coating the sheets. He was beyond caring that he dirtied the sheets as
he couldn't make a trip to bathroom. He was so aroused from his mate that he couldn't make
a walk to his bathroom. So, he flicked his wand and did a good cleaning spell. Satisfied, he pulled
his jeans back up and walked downstairs.

He decided he was going Hogwarts, he opened the drawer which kept his Hogwarts letter and wrote
a quick reply and made the Sirius owl, Ynocencia fly to McGonagall. He wrote letters to Hermione
and Ron as he decided to repeat the year, using Pig.

By evening he got the replies. He opened McGonagall's first:

*Potter,*

*I am all too happy to have you for a repeat year. It would be great pleasure to have you at
Hogwarts. I decided that you will be the Head Boy this year along Hermione as the Head Girl. Also
you will supervise the seventh year Head Boy Xavier Pucey seventh year Slytherin and Ursula Raymond
from Hufflepuff as the Head Girl for the seventh year.*

*Wish you all the best Harry,*

*Yours sincerely,*

*Minerva McGonagall,*

*Headmistress.*

Harry nodded in satisfaction and looked at his Head Boy badge for a second, his thoughts
dangerously wondering to the word Headmistress. He shook his head and put it aside with the letter
as he opened Hermione's letter. Harry laughed as they were filled with exclamations.

*Dear Harry,*

*You are repeating the year! I can't help but feel happy! Finally someone is joining me
for the repeat year! I promise that I won't go burying myself in my books and have some fun! I
won't make your year boring! I think Ron wants to come too but he didn't tell me properly.
He complained a lot as Fred and George used him as test subject for their new product. Anyways,
again happy birthday Harry!*

*My parents asked me to invite you sometime. They have taken a liking to you since our last
trip in Australia. My mother allowed me to go Hogwarts on one condition: That I should enjoy the
year to the fullest rather worrying about the NEWTS. I decided that I wouldn't worry about
studying a lot, but you know I can't resist Library. So expect me to disappear
sometimes.*

*Can you believe my mother used the puppy dog eyes on me to drag to me the beauty parlor for a
make over and bought me a whole new wardrobe? Australia has totally changed them! I often find them
snogging of the dining table, Merlin, my innocent eyes.*

*Can't wait to see you again.*

*Lots of hugs and kisses.*

*Love Hermione.*

Harry laughed a lot. Poor Hermione. He was suddenly very excited to repeat the year. He placed
Hermione's letter carefully penning down a lengthy reply, her excitement infectious, and opened
Ron's.

*Harry,*

*Nice you decided to repeat the year. I was thinking the same and I have already sent my
letter this morning. Congratulations on becoming the Head Boy mate, Hermione told me. She was so
excited when she heard you are coming too. Mum looks much happier when I broke in the news to her.
Ginny too.*

*I don't think she will give up fancying you mate. My sympathies.*

Harry winced. He broke up with Ginny in the sixth year. They never tried their relationship
again. He didn't felt the same anymore. He had to reluctantly admit that what was love to him
in the sixth year was a passing fancy. And now this. He continued reading:

*Fred and George have come up with new products and can you believe they are using me as a
test subjects. I have to run and spend my times with Gnomes, don't laugh.*

*Harry was laughing hard as he imagined Ron finding solace with Gnomes while the evil twins
were looking over for him, in the lab coats and cackling like mad scientists. Merlin, that was
funny.*

*Now if you are done laughing, you dolt, then I would take my leave. The twins are looking for
me.*

*Happy birthday again.*

*Ron.*

Harry placed his letter and stretched, flexing his muscles. He had things to prepare for and
first on his agenda was Veela magic and to control his urges.
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