Professor, You're Mine!

Harry and Ron sat in the common room playing a game of Wizards chess when Hermione raced through. Harry looked up and yelled, “Hermione! Wait!” he couldn’t believe that she would race straight through the room without even acknowledging them.

Hermione ignored them and kept running. She raced straight up the stairs and into her room where she quickly slammed the door closed behind her. From the bottom of the stair Harry and Ron stared with gaping mouths. “Blood hell, what was that?” Ron asked, dazed.

“Why didn’t she stop and talk to us?” Harry wondered out loud.

“What happened to her? She’s so beautiful,” he murmured.

Harry scowled and looked at his best friend. “I thought that you were over your crush on her?” he demanded.

“I’m in love,” he said with a sappy grin.

Harry shook his head in disgust. “You change your mind about Hermione as often as you change your Quidditch uniform, mate! Make up your mind already, I can’t keep up!”

Seamus walked up to the two of them and said, “I’m going to marry her.”

“What?” Harry demanded. The last that he had heard, Seamus was gay.

“She’s so beautiful,” he crooned.

“What the hell is going on around here?” Harry growled. Why the sudden interest in Hermione? As far as he was concerned, she was always beautiful and he couldn’t understand why nobody hadn’t noticed it before. He didn’t like her that way, but it didn’t mean that he was blind. What changed? What did he miss? Why were all of them so enamored of her all of the sudden?

“Ron, where’s Ginny?” he asked. She was usually good at explaining things that he didn’t understand about the opposite sex.

“Do you think that she still likes me?” Ron asked.

“She’s your sister, of course she likes you!” Harry said.

“Hermione isn’t my sister! That would be gross!” he exclaimed.

“Might as well give up, Weasley, she’s mine,” Dean Thomas said walking up behind them.

“Go away, you wanker, she’s mine,” Seamus said.

“Your both full of it, she’s mine! She’s been my best friend for years!” Ron argued.

Harry shook his head. He needed to talk to Hermione or Ginny, or better yet, both of them and figure out what was going on. He looked around the common room and didn’t see Ginny, so he left the group clustered at the bottom of the stair and made his way up to his room where he grabbed his broom from his trunk. He walked back down the stairs and passed the still arguing group and went out of the door. He had a plan.


Hermione slammed the door and leaned against it, slowly sliding down it until she landed on the floor on her bum. She pulled her knees up to her chest and buried her head in them and cried. Her life was out of control. This was a huge mistake. She couldn’t possibly be part Veela! She had spent her entire life studying and standing in the background. She liked not being noticed. She liked being Harry’s sidekick, working behind him to make sure he achieved his goals. She did not like having everyone stare at her or chasing after her. It was the most awful feeling she had ever felt and she wanted more than anything to just be normal Hermione again.

“Are you alright?” she heard a soft voice ask.

She looked up to Ginny kneeling down in front of her. “No,” she whispered, wiping the tears from her face.

Ginny pulled her in a tight hug and said, “Tell me what’s wrong.”

“I’m not a Mudblood after all,” she cried.

“What?” Ginny gasped, pulling away. She looked at her friend and said, “You look different somehow.”

“I’m a Veela,” she said.

“What?” she again asked. “How can that be?”

“My mum is a squib and the Veela gene runs through her mother’s side of the family,” Hermione sobbed into Ginny’s neck.

“You’re mum is a squib? She comes from a magical family?” she asked in shock.

“It’s even worse,” Hermione cried.

“What is worse?”

“My uncle is McNair!” she sobbed, “And it’s even worse than that!”

“How can it be worse than that?” Ginny asked in awe.

“Draco Malfoy shoved his tongue down my throat!” she said crying harder.

Ginny pulled away again and looked at Hermione’s red face. She stared for a moment at her distraught friend and then laughed. “Hermione Granger, I have never in almost six years, seen you this emotional before! Most witch’s would sell their first born child to have Draco Malfoy kiss them!”

“Ginny!” she said affronted.

Ginny laughed again and then tried to sober up when she saw Hermione’s face. “I’m sorry,” she said.

Hermione jumped up to her feet and glared down at her friend. “I can’t believe that you would laugh at me!” she said with her hands on her hips.

“There’s the spirit I knew you had!” Ginny said with a smile. She stood up next to her friend and took her hand. “Now that you’re through crying, lets talk.”

Hermione smiled for the first time in a couple of days. “Thank you,” she said.

“What are friends for,” Ginny said grinning. “Now, tell me about that kiss!”

Hermione groaned. “I’d rather pretend that it never happened!”


“Attention please!” Dumbledore yelled over the low roar of the great hall. “May I have your attention please!” he said louder.

The student body stopped talking and looked up at the head master.

“I would like to announce that we have a change in a student. Miss Granger has just come into a magical inheritance. It seems that her mother actually is a squib and came from a pureblood family,” he said.

The entire room gasped and the Slytherin table sat up straighter and listened closer.

“I will not go into her family history at this time, but please know that she has Veela blood and has just received her Veela inheritance.”

The room erupted into gasps and shocked expressions.

“Professor Snape will be brewing a potion that will take her allure to a manageable level that should keep you all from being affected by her Veela scent. She will be searching for her mate and have no control over her Veela instincts. If and when she discovers her mate, she will instinctively do anything she can to complete the bond with her chosen mate. Please be aware that there is nothing that you can do to stop this process and to come in between a Veela and their mate is a very dangerous thing. They are very territorial and will not tolerate any interference in their bond. Again, I can not stress enough how important it is to not come between a Veela and their mate.”

Ron and Seamus looked at each other across the table and look of understanding passed between them. It now made sense why the two of them were so attracted to the witch who they had always thought of as their friend. Across the room, four Slytherin boys looked at each other in horror. They had already discussed their attraction to the Mudblood and decided to pretend it had never happened, but now that it was discovered that she was a Veela and came from a pureblood family, they could rethink their situation. Being attracted to a Mudblood was socially unacceptable, but being attracted to a Veela who came from a Pureblood family was completely acceptable. They all wondered whose family she came from.

Draco Malfoy decided it would be prudent to send a message to his father updating him on the latest events that unfolded this day at Hogwarts. His father would be interested to know that the Mudblood know-it-all who was best friends with the-boy-who-lived was really a half blood. He would be able to find out which pureblood family she came from. He grabbed a banana from the table and stood and made his way towards the owlery.


Harry skipped dinner thinking it would be the best time to enact his plan. He wrapped his cloak around him and walked across the dark lawns of the school. When he was around the north corner he hopped on his broom and made his way towards the Gryffindor tower. He headed to the window of the girls dorm and hovered where he could see in. He saw Hermione sitting at her desk reading a book and smiled. She always had her head buried in a book. He wrapped on the window and watched her jump and then looks out towards the window where he sat on his broom.

Hermione saw a figure outside her window and wondered who it was. She debated on even getting up and looking but decided she had better find out whom it was in case they tried to come after her later. She stood up and slowly walked to the fogged window. She saw Harry sitting on his broom grinning at her. She smiled and threw the window open. “Harry! What are you doing here?” she exclaimed.

“I wanted to find out what was wrong! Can I come in?”

Hermione grinned and stepped back. “Sure,” she said, momentarily forgetting all about her problems.

Harry flew into the window and gracefully landed. He pulled his broom up and shrugged out of his cloak. “Why are you hiding up here?” he asked.

Hermione watched Harry carefully for a minute and then grinned when she remembered that he hadn’t been affected by Fleur either. “I’ve found out some news this weekend,” she said.

“What kind of news did you find out?”

“That I’m a Veela. My mum is a squib and her brother is really Walden McNair,” she said.

Harry gasped. “Seriously?” he asked. He could understand the Veela part by the reaction all of the Gryffindor males had over her, but he was shocked to here that she was related to one of Voldemort’s inner circle members.

Hermione nodded. “Dumbledore wants me to stay in my room until he has a chance to warm the rest of the school. Snape is supposed to make me a potion to diminish my Veela allure so that I can go about the school without being accosted. I wonder why it doesn’t affect you?”

“I don’t know. It didn’t with Fleur either,” he said. He had wondered it himself. He could see that Hermione looked slightly different. She was taller, curvier, and her eyes were much more expressive. She was beautiful, but he had never thought of her as more than just a dear friend.

“I guess you’re not my mate,” she said with a smile.

“What do you mean?”

“When a Veela comes into their inheritance, they search for their mate. I should be able to instinctively know who my mate is. I don’t feel any different with you.”

Harry grinned. “That’s good to know,” he said with a smile. “Nothing personal, Hermione, but I can’t see the two of us married.”

Hermione laughed. “Neither can I.”

“What about Ron?”

“I don’t think that my mate is in Gryffindor. I didn’t sense anything different when I ran through the common room. Apparently I should be able to smell my mate even in a very crowded room.”

Harry thought of how awful it would be to be a Veela and shook his head. “I’m glad it’s not me,” he said. He had enough of his own issues without having to worry about being a Veela or the mate of one. “Have you been able to eliminate anyone else?”

She quickly told him about the incident with the Slytherin’s and watched as Harry’s calm face turned red.

“I’m going to kill that git!” he yelled.

“It’s not really their fault, Harry. It was gross, but they couldn’t really control their selves.”

“Maybe not, but he had no business kissing you!” he said with anger still lacing his voice.

“Just pretend that it didn’t happen, that’s what I’m going to do.” The thought of kissing Malfoy was more disgusting then she ever wanted to think about.

“I’d better go before McGonagall catches me here and gives me detention. I just wanted to make sure that you were all right. How long before you can leave the room?”

“I think that I can leave it tomorrow. I’m just supposed to stay here until he announces it to the school. He was supposed to do it at dinner.”

Harry’s stomach growled. “I might be able to still grab something. Want me to bring you anything?”

Hermione shook her head. “No, if I get hungry I’ll have a house elf bring me something.”

Harry smiled at her flippant tone in speaking about the house elves. She had finally figured out that they were happy serving people and that she was never going to change them. “All right then, if I don’t see you tonight, I’ll see you in the morning. I’ll walk you to class to make sure nobody attacks you,” he said with a smile.

“Thanks for being a friend, Harry,” she said giving him a quick hug.

“What are friends for,” he said walking towards the window. He turned to her and grinned and then jumped out of the window with a laugh. He could hear her scream as he shoved his broom between his legs and flew off, still laughing. He loved to fly!


The next morning Hermione and Harry walked with Ron towards the great hall. Harry had to push Ron away from Hermione. He kept smelling her hair and trying to touch her. He was able to keep most of the other wizards at bay with either a glare or a quick flick of his wand in threat. A few more aggressive wizards found themselves repelled against a wall for attempting to touch her. He could tell that it was going to be a long day. They walked into the great hall and Harry’s heart dropped when the entire room went silent at the sight of her. He looked to the front of the room where Dumbledore and Snape were standing off to the side discussing something.

He saw Hermione’s head perk up and her nostrils flare. She frantically looked around the room with her nose up as if she smelled something. “Hermione?” he asked.

She ignored him and continued to look around. She could smell something that called to her. She slowly walked around the table frantically smelling the air. She walked towards the front of the room following the delicious scent that was calling to her. The smell was intoxicating and she needed to find it. She continued to let her sense of smell direct her towards the front of the room towards where Dumbledore and Professor Snape stood. She saw the two men turn and stare at her as she made her way towards them. Dumbledore looked from Hermione to Snape and she saw a frown appear across her face.

“Please have a seat Miss Granger,” he said stepping in between the two of them.

Hermione ignored him walking around the older man to stand directly next to the potions master. She stared into his eyes for a minute and then said, “You’re mine, Professor,” and threw her arms around his neck and devoured his lips with hers.

The entire room gasped as they saw the brainy Gryffindor kiss their snarky potions professor. They watched as her arms wrapped around his neck and she pushed him against the wall and ground her hips against him. They watched as he tried to pull her arms from her and push her away from him. She wasn’t having anything to do with it and had her arms locked around him in a death lock.

“Miss Granger!” Dumbledore gasped in shock. He knew what this meant, and never would he have guessed Severus and Hermione to be a match. He had assumed that she would mate with one of the students. He thought of the repercussions this match would cause and tried to take a deep breath.

Hermione grinned and stepped back from the shocked professor. He tasted as intoxicating as he smelled. “You taste delicious, Professor,” she purred, licking his earlobe.

Professor Snape stared in horror at the witch who had just publicly humiliated him. “Miss Granger, one hundred points for daring to kiss my person!” he snarled. “And another one hundred points for doing so in front of the entire student body!” he said storming away.

Hermione’s face fell as she watched her mate walk away. “You’re mine, Professor!” she shouted, “And you won’t get away from me!”

“Yes, Miss Granger, I will!” he said storming out of the room with his robes billowing out behind him in his wake.

Dumbledore watched in rapt fascination, as did the rest of the student body. “Miss Granger, please follow me to my office,” he said.

She nodded and turned towards her headmaster. “Yes, sir,” she said.

A/N: so what do you think??? please review...