Very Nearly Veela

NOTE: AUTHORS ARE WELCOME TO ADD CHAPTERS TO THIS STORY. I CLICKED THE "YES" BOX, THOUGH I'M NOT SURE HOW IT WORKS. SO PRETTY MUCH READERS, IF THIS STORY IS CONTINUED IT WILL BE A COLLABORATIVE EFFORT ON THE PART OF OTHER AUTHORS OR . . LOL. . . A BIG MESS. WE'LL SEE, WON'T WE?
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Chapter 1 ~ An Unfortunate Occurance

Two groups of Veela sat yelling and threatening each other in an office of the Ministry building. Two Aurors who stood guard by the door looked on delightedly, doing nothing about it.

Veelas once spent their lives caring for trees, streams and flowers, shooting deadly arrows at men, hating beautiful human women and carrying off the occasional child. Always appearing young and beautiful with fair-skin, curly reddish-brown hair and shimmering white dresses, they had quite the effect on males of nearly every species. They exuded sex, which made it easier to shoot men with deadly arrows of course.

However, times changed and the Veelas had to change with them if they wanted to keep up. People in the magical world didn’t take kindly to being shot with deadly arrows or having their children carried off, and retaliated quite nastily. So in the interest of continued survival, the Veelas gave up their practices and got jobs.

Most of them worked with plants in some manner, serving as gardeners, florists, park designers and the like. But many of them who desired a more lucrative existence aspired to become Cheerleaders for Quidditch teams. Their ability to draw the attention of the male population was thought to be conducive to gaining support for their team. Needless to say, competition was fierce. Truly fierce.

Veelas had moods as changeable as the direction of the wind, and they could be a volatile lot. Veelas didn’t use wands and their magic was limited. But they could cast very nasty shocking spells when angry. It was always said never to get between Veelas when they were fighting or you’d get a right nasty little buzz.

Yet, twenty-four year old Hermione Granger was doing just that. But she wasn’t being foolish, she was just doing her job. She worked in the Magical Law Enforcement Department and was an Arbitrator for the Ministry.

Right now she was trying to settle a dispute between two groups of Veelas. One group consisted of Veelas who were selected by the Chudley Cannons to be Cheerleaders. The other group were the Veelas that weren’t chosen to be Cheerleaders, who were sure something untoward was going on. Untoward and unfair.

They were sequestered in a large office, Hermione sitting behind a desk and the two groups sitting in folding chairs on opposite sides of the room. The chairs had to be magically affixed to the floor because the first day these Veelas met, there had been “an incident.”

Between the opposing factions was a podium, where the Veelas would present their arguments one at a time and Hermione would hear them. Two Aurors stood by the door, smiling stupidly at the beautiful, argumentive nymphs, hoping beyond hope that a cat-fight would break out. Of course, they’d break it up . . . after a moment or two. Those shiny white dresses they wore looked quite delicate and probably would rip easily. A glimpse of breast or buttock was entirely possible.

“I bet they don’t wear knickers,” one Auror whispered to the other, who nodded and grinned.

Hermione rubbed her temples as the Veelas screeched at each other. She was the third Arbitrator to hear this case. The Veelas had drove the others nearly to the brink of madness. Technically, Hermione was low witch on the totem pole because she had only worked in this position for a year. Mostly she handled paperwork, but the Ministry was running out of Arbitrators. So here she was.

”Somebody was sleeping with somebody!” One angry Veela snarled at the opposing group. “That’s the only way those hags would be selected!”

”Oh yeah? It just could be your saggy little baps turned the judges off!” another Veela from the other side answered her.

”My baps don’t sag!” the first Veela screeched, crooking her fingers into claws “I bet you got your spot on the bench by drinking down at least a liter of baby batter straight from the pipes!”

The other Veela let out a harpyish shriek of rage and her features shifted slightly. When Veelas got pissed, they weren’t so beautiful anymore. But they tried to hide that unsavory aspect of themselves as much as possible. But every Veela present rose out of her chair, ready to join the argument.

Fed up, Hermione banged the gavel several times as the Aurors snickered. They were no help at all.

”Ladies! Please! Just sit down and talk to me, not each other!” Hermione said to the Veelas, her brow furrowed. She was starting to get a headache.

The Veelas all sat down sullenly, folding their arms and scowling at each other before looking at Hermione attentively. Hermione studied the group.

Just how the hell did the Cannons choose what Veelas would be cheerleaders? They all practically looked alike.

Hermione looked at the paperwork in front of her for a moment, then at the Veelas.

”All right. The basic nature of this dispute is that ‘Group A,’” Hermione said reasonably, gesturing toward the Veelas on the left, “believes that ‘Group B . . .’

Here Hermione nodded to the Veelas on the right.

”Have utilized less than stellar methods to secure positions as Cheerleader for the Chudley Cannons. Are we in agreement?”

The Veelas on both sides murmured assent.

“Good. Now I will listen to the arguments for and against this belief, and try to come to a decision that will be acceptable to both sides,” Hermione said, wondering just how the hell she was going to do that. The only acceptable solution would be that they were all made Cheerleaders and she didn’t have the authority to do that. But she had to try to find a solution.

”Now, who would like to speak first from ‘Group A?’” she asked.

Every hand went up. Hermione selected the Veela closest to the podium.

”Please approach the podium and give your name,” Hermione said.

The Veela rose and sexily approached the podium, tossing her reddish brown curls disdainfully at the opposing side as she took her place.

”My name is Lavvy,” the Veela said to Hermione.

”Yeah, she got that name from all the blowjobs she gives in the public loos,” a Veela from the other side chuckled.

“Shut up you bloody cow!” Lavvy snarled.

Hermione banged the gavel again, scowling at ‘Group B.’

”No comments from the opposition please. You will have your chance to speak,” Hermione said evenly. “If there is another disruption, the offending person will be removed from the room by an Auror.”

Both Aurors straightened as all the Veelas looked back at them, turning on the juice. The two men ran their hands through their hair and adjusted their robes, sucking in their bellies and sticking out their chests. One waggled his eyebrows.

”Dear gods. I have to get some female Aurors in here,” Hermione thought as she looked at the smitten Aurors.

She turned her brown eyes on Lavvy.

”State your case, Lavvy,” Hermione said. Veelas didn’t have last names so had to be addressed rather informally.

Lavvy eyed ‘Group B’ with her nose wrinkled as if she smelled something rotten.

“Well, just look at them! They’re all hags. Sows. Bags. There had to be some banging going on for that lot to get accepted and we didn’t. And that’s not fair,” Lavvy stated firmly.

Hermione sighed.

”Do you have any proof that any member of ‘Group B’ actually did this?” the witch asked.

”Yeah I have proof. They got the spots didn’t they?” Lavvy said as if this were the most logical conclusion to draw.

Hermione sighed.

”Do you have anything else to add?” she asked Lavvy.

”No, I’ve called it as I see it,” the Veela said as if the entire matter were settled.

”Well, thank you. Please be seated. I will now call upon ‘Group B.’ Who would like to speak first?” Hermione said, looking at the Veelas. Again, every hand went up. This time Hermione chose a Veela from the back row.

She too sashayed up to the podium, throwing her opponents a disdainful look and smoothing her shimmering white dress over her curves in a provocative manner.

”Your name, please?” Hermione said to the nymph.

”Sheba,” the Veela replied.

”It should be Shedoes. Because she does everybody,” a voice rang out from ‘Group A.”

Hermione frowned but she couldn’t identify who made the comment. All the Veelas looked at her innocently. She chose to ignore it.

”Well Sheba, what would you like to say in defense of your group?” Hermione asked her.

“I just want to say it isn’t our fault they’re too skanky to make Cheerleader. They should just . . . go work in the Public Park or something. There’s other jobs they’re more qualified for . . . like digging weeds, or making compost,” Sheba replied as angry muttering came from ‘Group A.’

“They all should be spreading manure if you ask me,” Sheba added. “They’re all bloody dung slingers.”

All of “Group A” leaped up with a screech, their hands crooking and features distorting. Of course, “Group B” did the same. They all started changing.

Hermione banged the gavel repeatedly as they snarled and hurled insults at each other.

”Order! Order! Hermione cried as sparks began to fly back and forth. Then full-fledged blasts as the Veelas started fighting.

”Aurors!” Hermione cried.

But both Aurors had flown the coop the moment the Veelas changed into Harpy form. Actually, they went for help because there were too many of them to handle. The Calvary would arrive shortly.

”Stop it!” Hermione cried as they blasted each other, drawing her wand and running from around the desk.

“Stop it right now, or I’m going to stun somebody!” the witch cried furiously, angry they had turned the proceedings into a battlefield.

The battling nymphs ignored her, and Hermione ran forward to grab a Veela and had just caught one by the arm when both of them were hit with a powerful blast of white light, Hermione’s hair frizzing up as her teeth chattered, still in contact with the Veela, who was also shuddering, her teeth drawn back from her lips. Hermione felt her body loose all control, soiling herself as she twitched and jerked uncontrollably. Suddenly there was a loud “BANG!” and the battle ended.

Hermione dropped to the floor, twitching and unconscious among the fallen Veelas. The Aurors had come in force and stunned everyone in the room with one concerted blast. It was all they could do.

”Come on, let’s lock ‘em up before they wake up. This is one hell of a way to settle a dispute, that’s for sure,” Auror Justice Forall said.

The Aurors didn’t mind doing cleanup at all. The Veela were all young, beautiful and shapely again and would have to be carried to the lower Ministry floor where the cells were kept. They started clearing the beauties out, more Aurors joining in once they saw what was going on.

Hermione was the last one they got to, and she was out cold, her face blackened with soot and her hair all frizzed up.

”Uh oh. I think we need to take Miss Granger to St. Mungos. A stunner didn’t do this,” an Auror said, bending down and listening to her heart. It was beating.

”Nope,” another Auror agreed, “looks like she got between them. That’s never smart. Well, hopefully she’ll be all right. Let’s get her going then.”

They started to pick Hermione up, then wrinkled their noses and scourgified her thoroughly.

“Whew, she was ripe. Those Veela shocked the shit right out of her. Come on, let’s go,” the first Auror said.

They gently lifted Hermione and took her away.

She still hadn’t stirred.

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A/N: Ok you Veela lovers. There you go. A start. But I’m doing this differently. I see in my login account I can allow other authors to add to this story, so I’m going to allow that. I don’t know how it works exactly. I’m not wild about Veela!Hermione but kept getting requests . . . so I started it out. Maybe ya’ll will finish it. I’m interested to see what happens anyway. Most likely chaos. Lol. Thanks for reading.