Professor, You're Mine!

Hermione felt pain like she had never before imagined. It was like having the Crucio cast on you for hours at a time with no give in site. She lay there on her bed writhing in pain listening to her mother and Fleur trying to comfort her. She wanted desperately to tell both of them to go away and leave her be, but she didn’t have the strength to open her mouth. She knew that they were both trying to help her, but she didn’t need their help. Her body was changing and adjusting on its own and nothing could be done to stop the pain. Fleur had already explained that pain potions wouldn’t help at all and there was no point in taking any. She just had to suffer through it.

She cursed her mother inwardly for waiting until the last possible moment to tell her about this. It would have been nice to know before hand and prepare herself. She would have liked to have done a bit of research and plan ahead for this event. She could have perhaps even consulted with someone less annoying that Fleur. She had to admit that she wasn’t as bad now that her and Bill were married, but Hermione still couldn’t forgive her for the way that Ron acted around her during their fourth year. She had been insanely jealous of the way that Ron threw himself at her, even though logically she knew that it wasn’t her fault.

Hermione pulled her legs up tighter to her chest and tried to fight back the nausea that just surfaced. She felt like she was going to vomit but couldn’t muster up the added strength to roll over and do it off the bed. She opened her mouth to ask for a bowl, but it was to late. She spewed the contents of her stomach forward, hitting Fleur in the lap. Hermione secretly felt thrilled when the young women jumped up and ran for the bathroom. “Better her than Mum,” she thought to herself. Again she felt her stomach clench and spasm and she emptied the contents onto her beautiful comforter.

“Oh Hermione!” her mother exclaimed. “We’ll have to get you out of that mess,” she said trying to help her daughter up.

“No!” Fleur shouted from across the room. “Leave her now. She’ll become violent and it’s better to leave her alone for now. The transformation is almost done. This is the final stage. Come, lets have a cup of tea,” she said trying to lead Jane from the room.

“I can’t just leave her like that!” Jane argued.

Hermione felt as if her head was about to split open and the arguing was grating on her nerves. “Get the hell out of here!” she screamed and rolled over to the other side of the bed where she didn’t have to smell the rancid odor of the vomit.

“See?” Fleur said sympathetically.

Jane bit back the tears that threatened to fall and nodded. She followed the younger woman out of the door with one last glance at her daughter.

Hermione felt relief when the door shut and she was left in peace. She felt exhausted and drained. Her body ached, but the severe pain was lessening. She closed her eyes in anticipation of sleep claiming her when they flew back open as her body levitated off the bed. Fleur had not told her that her body would move itself! She tried to fight the movement and get back to her bed but it felt like her body was contorted in a body bind. She couldn’t seem to make any of her limbs work and she rose helplessly. She felt a rush of energy fill her veins and her limbs lengthened. She watched in horror as her body began to glow a bright yellow and she felt her self loosing consciousness. She never felt as her body crashed back down to her bed or her mother and Fleur rush back into the room.

“It is complete,” Fleur whispered to the concerned mother.

“Now what?” she frantically asked, rushing to the bed looking her daughter over.

“Now she will sleep. Come, lets get her cleaned up,” she said reaching for the dirty comforter.

Hermione stretched and groaned and then snuggled down into the warmth of her bed. She smiled to herself thinking of stack of homework she would loose herself in. She couldn’t wait to get started on her potions assignment. As much as she thought Professor Snape a snarky git, she loved the art of making potions. She loved how it had nothing to do with magic, and everything to do with skill. She strived to be the best at everything that she did, and it was the one thing that brought her the most satisfaction. Potions couldn’t be cheated at. You either could brew the potion or you couldn’t. She lifted her face out of the blankets and opened her eyes and then remembered that she was home, and why.

She sat up quickly and looked around. She was alone and she quickly pulled her hands from beneath the covers and looked at them and then threw the blankets away and looked at the rest of her. There were no noticeable changes and she frowned. She knew that Fleur said that she would have very few changes, but she still have expected to look like the pictures of the beautiful blond sirens that she had seen in the books. She knew that because she was not a full blooded Veela that she would have less obvious signs. She hoped that she hadn’t inherited the need to mate. The last thing that she wanted to do was get married and produce a child at her age.

She scrambled out of her bed and walked to her closet door where a full-length mirror was nailed. She looked critically at herself and then frowned. She looked again and up and down at herself. She had grown several inches! She had been just below average at her five foot six inch frame, but now she must have been about five foot nine inches! Her waist was narrower, her hips more flared, and her breasts had increased at least a full cup size! Her eyes were the same brown color that they had always been, but they seemed to almost glow. They stood out from her softly rounded face and were by far her best feature. Her lips were fuller and her jaw line more defined. The changes were subtle and wouldn’t be obvious to the casual observer, but she could definitely detect them.

She rushed to the door and flung it open. “Mum!” she yelled. “Mum!” she shouted again impatiently. She needed her mother now.

“Hermione!” her mother shouted as she raced up the stairs. “Are you alright?” she asked pulling Hermione into her arms.

“Oh, Mum!” she cried. “It was awful!”

“Oh darling, I’m so sorry you had to go through that,” she cried along with her daughter.

Hermione let her mother embrace her for a few more moments, gathering comfort in her familiar embrace. She finally pulled back and looked down at her mother who was now several inches shorted. “Notice anything different?” she smiled.

“Hermione! You grew!” she said stepping back and looking at her stunning daughter. “Wow!” she said. She couldn’t believe that this sensual looking young woman was her daughter.

“Am I really that different?” she asked with a frown.

“Not different, its like your natural features were enhanced,” Jane said with a frown. “You’re so feminine looking,” she said. She didn’t like the idea of her baby girl looking like a fully-grown woman.

“Its probably so that I can attract my mate,” Hermione said with a frown.

“I can’t even think about that now,” her mother said with a shudder.

“Me either!” Hermione agreed. “Where is Fleur?”

“She went home. She left you several books and said if you need her to call her. She said that the books would answer all of your questions and that you were smart enough to figure everything out without her. She said Dumbledore really sent her here for me, not you,” she said.

Hermione smiled. That sounded like something that he would do. “Where are the books?”

“Downstairs. Fleur said that it was really important for you to eat when you woke up, that you would need your strength.”

“I am hungry,” she said at the same time her stomach growled.

“By the way, happy birthday, baby,” Jane said hugging her daughter again.

“It is my birthday still, isn’t it?” she asked with a grin. “What did you get me?”

“Come on, lets have some breakfast, your father is worried about you,” she said leading her down the stairs.


Later that night Hermione closed the book after finishing the last page. She had read all three books that Fleur had left for her, as they were are quite small. She shook her head in disgust at the small amount of information they gave. Some of it she had already known, and most of it she had already experienced in her transformation. There were a few things that she did not know, however. Apparently her body would give off a scent trying to attract a mate. She would have no control over it until she found her mate. She would recognize him by his scent and apparently she could be in a room full of thousands of people and still recognize his scent from across a room. Once she had picked up on his scent her body would crave his until they consummated their bond. If for some reason the bond wasn’t consummated within seven days of finding the mate, she could die from heartbreak.

Hermione frowned at that thought. She hoped that whomever her mate turned out to be that they would be accepting of her. With her luck, she would be mated with Draco Malfoy and he would refuse to mate with her and she would die. She could see that snide little pureblood git laughing as she died from heartbreak and telling everyone that a Mudblood wasn’t good enough for her. Although, she was no longer a Mudblood.

The book also told her that her mate could be of the same sex as her and this disturbed Hermione the most. She didn’t have anything against same sex couples, but she always wanted to have a family with lots of children. If she were bonded to another witch, she would not have a child with her mate. They could obviously become pregnant in other ways, but she always thought that her children would be an extension of the love she felt for her husband.

She set her book down and stared out the window. She would return to school in the morning and resume her normal life. She hoped that whoever her mate was, that he wasn’t at Hogwarts. She wanted to finish her education without any distractions. She wanted to be able to attend the University and then perhaps apprentice with a Potions Master and become one herself. She had dreams and goals that didn’t fit in with a husband and a child at this point in her life. She was only seventeen years old and she wanted to wait for several years before she went down that avenue.

“I assume that everything went fine with you, Miss Granger?” Dumbledore asked with his twinkling eyes.

“Yes, sir,” she said. She was uncomfortable with subject and just wanted to return to her dorm where she could comfortably resume her life with her friends.

“I am sure that you have read the books that Mrs. Weasley left for you,” he said.

“Yes, sir,” she said. It was weird hearing Fleur being referred to as Mrs. Weasley.

“Then you know that you will be attracting all the males in the school to you? This could perhaps get a little annoying. I have asked Severus to prepare a potion for you that will suppress this if that is acceptable to you?”

Relief flooded through Hermione. She wasn’t looking forward to being hounded night and day by the male population in the school. “Yes, sir, more than acceptable.”

“Now, it won’t completely dilute the effects, but it should dull them enough where most people won’t notice. I plan to make an announcement to that effect so that everyone will be aware of what is going on. Severus had to leave unexpectedly and won’t be able to start on your potion until he returns. The potion itself will take approximately ten days to brew.”

“Oh Sir! Do you have to announce it?” she asked in dismay.

“I think that it would be prudent. It would be for your safety as well as the well being of those around you to know. I think that it can cause tremendous damage if the students are not aware of this.”

Hermione nodded even though she wasn’t pleased with the idea. “When will you announce it?”

“This evening at dinner. This will give you a chance to tell your friends. I’m sure you would rather tell them yourself than have it sprung on them later.”

“They would be upset if I hid it from them,” she muttered.

“Precisely,” he said with a smile. “Now, you are aware that you could find your mate and that you will need to bond with him within seven days?”

Hermione blushed a bright shade of pink and nodded. “Yes.”

“I would ask that you immediately let me know if you become aware of a student being your mate. We will need to make provisions to help you and make sure that your mate realizes what is involved.”

She felt her face flame again and she could only nod. She was horrified about sitting here talking calmly about mating with Dumbledore! “Hopefully he won’t be here,” she said.

“There is that chance, Miss Granger. Now, if that is all, you may return to your dorm room. I would ask that you stay there until an announcement has been made.”
“Yes, sir,” she said standing. “Thank you, sir.”

“Miss Granger, you will get through this. Just make sure that you immediately come to me if you discover your mate. Veela are very territorial about their mates and you could easily hurt someone that you perceive as a threat to your mate,” he said.

Hermione gasped. “I would never hurt anyone!” she said.

“No, not intentionally, but your Veela instincts could take over and you would loose control.”

“Gods! This just keeps getting worse by the moment,” she muttered to herself as she left the headmasters office. She slowly walked down the stairs and then out into the corridor towards the Gryffindor tower. She had thought about how she would break the news to Harry and Ron. She hoped that Ron didn’t act like a complete arse. She knew that Harry would be fine, but she expected jokes and insults from her former crush.

She thought that she would probably tell Ginny first so that she could be with her when she broke the news to Ron and Harry, and then the rest of the Gryffindor’s. She was so lost in thought that she didn’t notice the group of Slytherin’s standing in the hallway staring at her as she walked by.

The four boys, Malfoy, Crabe, Goyle, and Zabini all turned and watched as she walked by. They were all stunned speechless until Draco turned and followed after her. The three boys followed still lost in wonder.

“Granger!” Draco called. He couldn’t believe how beautiful she was. She had never looked so lovely before. He couldn’t stop staring at her and he felt his body harden at the thought of possessing her.

Hermione turned at the sound of her name and groaned when she saw the Slytherin’s. She wondered what filthy name they would come up with calling her now. “What do you want, Malfoy?” she asked in exasperation.

He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her against his chest. “You!” he said crushing his lips down upon hers.

Hermione gasped and he thrust his tongue into her mouth. “What are you doing?” she shrieked, pushing him away.

“Hey! She’s mine!” Blaise Zabini yelled grabbing her and glaring at Draco.

“No she’s not, she’s mine!” Goyle said reaching for his wand and pointing at Blaise.

“You’ve all lost your mind, she’s mine!” Draco roared. He had tasted her lush lips and he needed her back now! He had to have her immediately. He pulled his wand out of his pocket, pointing it at Blaise and shouting, “Immobilus!” and quickly grabbed the beautiful girl again as Blaise dropped to the floor.

“Let me go!” she yelled in shock. What the hell was going on?

“Let her go, Malfoy, she’s mine!” Goyle growled flicking his wand and shouting, “Expelliamus!” Draco’s wand immediately flew to his hand and Goyle caught it. He then shouted another hex and Draco was immediately wrapped up like a mummy.

“Come to me, my love,” Crabe said when Goyle turned to look at Draco lying on the floor wrapped up tighter than a old woman’s corset.

Hermione screamed and jerked herself free, racing down the hall away from the four boys who fought over her. She rushed around the corner and ran straight into Minerva McGonagall.

“Miss Granger! Why are you running in the hall?” she scolded.

“Oh, Professor! Please, help me!” she cried in fear.

“What is going on?” she asked and then was startled to see Crabe and Goyle coming around the corner after her. “What is going on?” she roared.

“They attacked me in the hall!” Hermione cried.

“She’s mine!” Crabe shouted.

“No, she’s mine!” Goyle screamed.

“Enough!” the professor shouted pushing Hermione behind her. “You two immediately return to the dungeons! I will deal with you later! Hermione, follow me,” she said pushing the girl past her and down the hallway.

The two boys stared in disappointed as Hermione turned to leave. Both watched as she disappeared and then jumped when they heard, “I said immediately!” Quickly, the two raced back down the hall forgetting to stop and help their two immobilized friends up.

“I hope you realize that it is not safe for you to be out and about now?” the professor demanded.

“Yes, ma’am,” she said. Her heart was still racing and she couldn’t believe what just happened. Draco Malfoy had kissed her like there was no tomorrow.

“Well at least that eliminated two people,” Professor McGonagall said.

“Actually, Professor, it eliminated four. Malfoy and Zabini are lying on the floor in the corridor.”

“What? What did you do?” she demanded.

“Nothing!” Hermione argued. “Draco hexed Blaise and either Crabe or Goyle hexed Draco,” she said.

They arrived at the entrance to the tower and Professor McGonagall said, “Stay inside until we get this resolved!” she said shoving the girl through the entrance. “Better yet, go straight to your room and stay there! God knows what the boys in here are going to do!” she said.

Hermione cringed at the image and quickly ran through the common room straight for the stairs. She heard several people call her name but she ignored them and kept running, slamming her door closed behind her. She leaned against the door and sighed in relief, and then she sat down and cried. It had been the worst birthday of her life.

A/N: well, so what did you think? last chapter several of you said that i had to much dialogue. Sorry to say, that all of my stories have a lot of dialogue. I like conversations, not descriptons. usually when i read, i ignore a lot of the desriptive parts...