The Lord and Lady\'s Veelas

Pairings: Citrusy meeting between Harry and Hermione
Warnings: *sigh* no lemony goodness
Summary: Later that night, Harry tries to make amends with Hermione, but seeing as she is ignoring him, he decides to try out some of his new ‘gifts’. Someone, however, likes to ‘spoil’ Harry’s attempts.


Silly Love Songs


After she had cooled down enough, Hermione had gone about unpacking her shopping bags. Going through her trunk, she fished out the clothes from the years before and put them into three piles: ‘Trash’, ‘Scrap Material’, and ‘Hey, maybe Mr. Zimmerman’s niece would like this’.

As it turned out, most of her old clothing went into the second pile, so she had to spend a bit of time stuffing the articles into a bag that she had shrunk to fit into her trunk. After that task was finished, she sent the third pile to Mr. Zimmerman and threw out the first.

She was then left with the last bag, the one her new broom and kit happened to be in. She grabbed the bag and emptied the contents onto her bed. The last item that fell out of the bag was not her kit or broom-but an emerald envelope. Curious, she picked it up.

Turning it around, she saw on the front, in silver lettering, her name spelled out in curvy handwriting. She slipped the envelope open, and retrieved a piece of parchment from within. In dark green lettering, the parchment read,


Hermione,

I apologize for my earlier actions; it was not something I wished to do. I must, however, for the time being keep up appearances. My family and I wish to change sides of the war. We would be considered useless to your beloved Dumbledore if we were to openly do so.

I realize that you have played a role in the fight against Voldemort, and wish that you deliver my message to Dumbledore in discretion. I apologize once more for my behavior, but as you may know, I need to keep up appearances of a Death-Eater-to-be now.
Draco


‘He wants to switch sides? Oh that’s a load of bullocks…’ Hermione thought to herself, as she slipped the parchment back into the envelope. ‘I’ll still send it off to one of the Order members…’ she assured herself, and put her broom and maintenance kit away. The room had luckily come with it’s own owl, however bad it looked. Hermione tied the parchment around the bird’s leg and ordered it to go to Dumbledore.

Dusting off her hands, she put her new clothes into her trunk, and then retrieved her worn journal from the aforementioned trunk. She sat down on her bed, and once making sure she was comfortably bundled up in the covers, began to write.


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“Aww mate, er, Harry, she didn’t really mean that.” Ron tried to comfort in earnest, but Harry just shook his head with a tightening of his jaw. Ginny, on the other hand, was sipping her butter beer and twirling her hair flirtatiously as she batted her eyes at Harry.

“Ron! Of course she did! This is what happens when Veelas have the misfortune of being predestined to Muggleborn spawn-” Ginny began plaintively, but was silenced by a warning growl from Harry. His eyes had narrowed, and his grip had tightened on his butter beer to the point of many cracks appearing. Ginny, noting this wisely shut up with her hands raised in a sign of surrender.

“I’m SURE what she meant to say was, Hermione is Muggleborn and wouldn’t know a Veela when she saw one. That said, do you still want to attempt courting her without her knowing this fact? It may be a little easier for you if she did…” Ron trailed off, his curling red locks falling over his sharp ivory features.

Harry’s grip on his drink lessened, and he sighed. Running a shaky hand through his hair, he looked to his long-time friend for help.

“I can’t and you know that Ron. She then knows that by law she would be mine, and there would be no way out. That is taking away her sense of self, and any chance I may have at winning her heart. The lust may be there, but the love won’t. I cannot survive on just the lust.” Harry stated, and began tracing the lines on his cup. Ron gave him a sympathetic smile as Ginny snorted and rolled her eyes. Ron shot her a warning look and she gave him an innocent smile.

“Look Harry, the only way….” Ron was saying, but due to an insistent humming that sounded off in Harry’s ears, he couldn’t catch the rest. Harry’s body clenched for a moment, and he suddenly turned to the stairway where he saw a familiar mop of chocolate curls making their way down. Gulping, he forced himself to remain seated.


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Hermione made her way through the small crowd that was usual for the Leaky Cauldron, and sat down at one of the many barstools near the counter. The new waitress, Andre Lackey, smiled at her and waltzed up to her place at the counter.

“Hermione! It’s so good to see you. I missed you at lunch, what were you up to?” Andre asked, sitting her bum down on the stool next to Hermione’s. Hermione shot her a sardonic smile and retorted,

“No ‘What’s your order’?” Andre swatted her arm playfully and Hermione let out a small smile.

“See! I knew I could get you to smile! I can get anyone to smile!” Andre reported happily, and Hermione shook her head, smile still in place.

“If that’s so, perhaps you could work your magick on me?” said a deep baritone from behind Hermione. The hair on the back of her neck standing up, Hermione turned around to come face to face with Harry Potter. She tried to look away, but his eyes seemed to trap hers for a second. The deep emerald pools appeared to be calling her to them, and with a nervous swallow, she turned away to Andre.

“I’m ready to take my order.” Hermione stated with a pleading look in Andre’s direction. Little use that was; Andre was batting her lashes flirtatiously at Harry and casually flipping her golden blonde hair.

“I can make you very happy, given the opportunity…” Andre began, easing closer to Harry. Harry, finally realizing the implications of his choice of words, backed away with an audible gulp. Hermione hid a smirk and watched with renewed interest.

“Uh, I didn’t, I mean… you’re very pretty, and well I didn’t mean….”Harry babbled and Andre stopped her pursuit. She rolled her eyes with a tightening of her lips and muttered, “figures” under her breath.

“So what did you want for your dinner?” Andre asked Hermione flippantly, and Hermione had to restrain an eye roll.

“The fish and chips-minus the fish.” Hermione answered, and she gave a chuckle.

“Still hate the seafood?” Andre asked, her hand on her generous hip. Hermione nodded, a smile appearing. Harry zeroed in on the smile and swallowed as he felt a certain part of his anatomy tighten.

“You mean you don’t?” Hermione intoned, and smirked. Harry felt his body jerk, and he quickly turned away in the hopes of extinguishing the insistent bulge that was making its existence known in his pants. Harry’s ears were beginning to redden, and Andre was beginning to catch on. With an exaggerated sigh, she asked,

“And what are you having?” Harry’s head whipped to her in confusion, but as Andre gave him a conspiring look, he began to understand her meaning.

“The fish and chips. I’ll take mine without the chips.” Harry tried to say smoothly, as he took Andre’s abandoned stool. He failed though, because as he was placing the order, Hermione turned her head to him in curiosity, making his voice falter the slightest bit.

Andre left, and he tried to get comfortable on the stool. Hermione turned her head away from him, and took out a pair of headphones. Changing out her Evanescence cd for a Paul McCartney one, Hermione sighed wearily. Harry in turn began to inspect her.

His eyes trailed over her riotous curls that made their way to her waist, and resisted the urge to pull a strand of hair in a sudden desire to see if it would pull back into place. Hermione began to hum under her breath, and his eyes were instantly drawn to her lips. He saw her moisten her lips as she stared at her cd player, and couldn’t hold back a sudden groan.

His face began to heat up again, his body went rigid and hard with want. His mind began to lose logical thought as his mind began to process sudden images that were appearing. Hermione casually brushing some hair out of her face, brushing some lint off her shirt-the act seeming magnified as his eyes narrowed in desire. She then began smoothing out her school issued gray skirt, and his eyes were instantly drawn to her shapely legs. Groaning, he turned away, begging whatever deity listening for relief.

What he then saw was some poor bloke on a new stage singing karaoke. As logical thought began returning to him, he remembered a newly acquired skill. Smiling, he began to make his way to the stage. The bloke was being carried off the platform by some of his buddies, so he had no problem getting on stage.

The trouble rose when he looked at the crowd that had begun to whisper excitedly. Swallowing deeply, as public performances were not his forte, he searched the crowd for a certain pair of dark chocolate eyes. They were looking upon him in confusion and apprehension as their owner removed her headphones. He felt some butterflies flutter to life in his stomach, and his mind settled on a song.


You\'d think that people would have had enough of silly love songs
But I look around me and I see it isn\'t so
Some people want to fill the world with silly love songs


Harry sang, his eyes locked on Hermione’s. She cocked her head to the side, eying him curiously. The rest of the room went quiet as the Karaoke began to play the music automatically.


And what\'s wrong with that
I\'d like to know, \'cause here I go again
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you
I love you
I can\'t explain the feeling\'s plain to me, now can\'t you see
I love you
Ah, she gave me more, she gave it all to me, now can\'t you see


Harry felt the air crackle around him as his voice carried through the air. His eyes, still glued on Hermione’s note a shift in her demeanor.


What\'s wrong with that
I need to know, \'cause here I go again
I love you, I love you
Love doesn\'t come in a minute
Sometimes it doesn\'t come at all
I only know that when I\'m in it
It isn\'t silly, no it isn\'t silly, love isn\'t silly at all


Her eyes were darkening, and a noticeable flush began to stain her face. Harry felt his body respond in turn, and in an almost empathetic way, his body began to harden.


How can I tell you about my loved one
How can I tell you about my loved one
I love you
How can I tell you about my loved one
I love you
How can I tell you about my loved one


Harry’s heart began to beat wildly as he saw Hermione wet her lips, her chest heaving the slightest. Unbidden, his legs began to move on their own accord.


I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you
I love you
I can\'t explain the feeling\'s plain to me, say can\'t you see
I love you
Ah, she gave me more, she gave it all to me, say can\'t you see
I love you
I can\'t explain the feeling\'s plain to me, say can\'t you see
How can I tell you about my loved one
I love you
Ah, she gave me more, she gave it all to me, say can\'t you see
How can I tell you about my loved one
I love you
I can\'t explain the feeling\'s plain to me, say can\'t you see
How can I tell you about my loved one
I love you
Ah, she gave me more, she gave it all to me, say can\'t you see
How can I tell you about my loved one


Harry urged himself to walk slower, but his blood did anything but calmed. Hermione seemed to rise out of her stool in an unspoken command, but he urged himself to finish the song, the spell.


You\'d think that people would have had enough of silly love songs
But I look around me and I see it isn\'t so, oh no
Some people want to fill the world with silly love songs
And what\'s wrong with that


Harry handed the microphone to a startled male patron and grasped Hermione’s hand. Pulling her behind him, her brought her to the darkened hallway, and pulled her against him with a groan.

Hermione answered his groan with one of her own, and with lust ridden eyes drew herself closer to his body. Heart pounding, Harry captured her lips with his own and felt his eyes loll to the back of his head. The taste was pure heaven for the both of them, and Harry grasped her bum tightly.

Hermione moaned and spread her legs instinctively as Harry hoisted her up to his waist. Bringing her back to the wall, Harry began to grind as a choked groan escaped his lips. He buried his head into the crook of her neck, and inhaled her scent. Drowning in ecstasy, Harry failed to realize a pair of fangs growing in his mouth, which was suckling on Hermione’s neck.

As sudden as his victory was, so was his defeat. Harry was tackled to the ground by a big black dog that persisted to bark at him angrily. Harry’s first response was to curse the dog and return to his withering mate to be, but some logic seemed to wriggle its way into his brain.

Wincing as he returned to his feet, Harry cast a longing look to a whimpering Hermione, and forced himself to follow Sirius. Hermione slid down the wall, still panting as she tried to make sense of her surroundings.

Placing her head between her knees, she tried to take in calming breaths. After about ten minutes she was found by Andre, who hustled her to her barstool and awaiting meal. As Hermione picked at her food, Andre mothered her like a hen would.

Hermione couldn’t remember what had just happened. She remembered Harry coming to sit with her, watching him karaoke… then she remembered lips… and then Andre.


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“What was so important, Sirius.” Harry ground out between breaths as the dog changed back into a man. Sirius casted him a look of surprise and shrugged.

“Dumbledore said to fetch you; something about a new ally that you should know about.” Sirius replied. Harry shot him an irritated look and whined,

“And this couldn’t of waited? I was in the middle of something!” Harry asked, and Sirius shot him a scolding look.

“Oh yes, I’m sure Hermione would of loved to be tricked into a mating ritual that would result in a bond to a man, a man-oh by the way, she wants nothing to do with at the moment. You’re lucky I stopped you.” Sirius chastised scathingly, and Harry looked away in shame.

“Whatever.”


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A/N: Phew! Sorry this chapter took so long. Soccer tryouts began two weeks ago for the expanse of an entire week (I did not make the team, of course), plus having to complete several last minute projects from teachers on top of a quickie research paper was not fun. There’s my excuse. Will try to update more often though.

On another note, even though the money crisis is over, please donate. Many people come here and read as much in a week as they would a normal book that they normally pay for. It’s only right to donate-even if it is a dollar a week.

Jess-Yeah, but I was rushing to complete the last chapter. I knew if I didn’t post as-is, then I wouldn’t of posted it until today.

cc-*giggles* Henceforth the title!