Wow, ok where to start? I do apologize it took so long to update. Gosh over a year where has the time gone? But things have happened, things I wish I could undo but can't. I had a death in the family a while ago, and it hit me hard. And death in itself is a terrible thing. The living deal with the messy aftermath. Death is not easy, and it is not quick. So it took alot of my inspiration from me. The will to write was gone, and I just couldn't bare to look at my stories. Little worlds that usually filled my heads were lifeless and dark, so I just didn't update. Besides it seemed like 2015 sucked, things just going from bad to worse. So finally in 2016, I got back on the horse and I have to say I enjoyed writing again. And you should see more activity from me. I am going to work on my other fic as well. So I must post an update for that next! I thank all of you who still read my work and enjoy it. It makes me smile reading each and everyone of your comments. I hope you enjoy this chapter, I packed a lot of stuff in there, good and bad, and a bit more explanation on Veelas. SO without any further ado...I hope you enjoy! =)

Consciousness slowly came back to Hermione. Moving to stretch out her tired limbs, the young witch felt her movement restricted more than usual. Heavy eyes slowly opened to scan her whereabouts. The room was currently plunged into a darkness, and all she could see was the light of the moon through the balcony doors. Did she really sleep through the whole day? The warmth of the breath from behind her made her freeze for only a second before she realized who it was. Tilting her head to the side, she glanced behind her seeing the faint outline of the Veela wrapped around her. Legs tangled up together, feeling her chest pressed against Hermione's back, and a strong arm held her firmly in place. Smiling softly she rested her head back on the pillow, rather enjoying waking up like this. Forgetting all the troubles, problems, and the nuisance of the tournament, this was the perfect night.

"I can 'ear you 'zinking." Fleur murmured softly, her arm tightening around Hermione slightly.

"Sorry, did I wake you?"

"Non, I have been up for a while." Hermione blinked at that, turning her head to the side once more.

"A while?"

"Oui, I was enjoying watching you sleep." The Veela's words were quiet and calculated.

"If I was another person I would have found that quite predator like." the young witch mused.

"You forget, I am a predator." Fleur snorted.

"Doesn't mean you should be a creeper!" Hermione scolded the blonde, but only half heartedly. Warm breath tickled the girl's ear, as the Veela rested her chin against her shoulder, and Hermione started to feel a rumble from Fleur's chest as she heard the quiet purring fill the once silent room. It was still amusing to Hermione that Veela's purr like kittens, but she rather enjoyed it. A thought suddenly entered her head, as she turned her head slightly again.

"Are you alright?" Fleur questioned quietly feeling her confusion.

"This is your room isn't it? And your clothing I am wearing?" Hermione asked, though she was already sure of the answer. The purring went quiet for only a second, before it resumed sending vibrations throughout her body.

"Oui," the blonde responded. Hermione stayed quiet at that, trying to process the new information. "Are you...upset by 'zis?"

"So how do you feel about me wearing your clothing?" the young witch asked, completely ignoring Fleurs question.

"I cannot tell you 'ow….good it feels. I enjoy it very much 'Ermione." The Veela whispered in her ear, causing a shiver to roll up her spine. Hermione tried to catch her breath at the smooth comment made, and glad her red face could not be seen. Yet that quickly changed when the young witch felt a slight pressure on her arm, pulling on her back. Then in one quick graceful motion, Fleur was now straddling her. Blonde hair hung down framing the Veela's face, blue eyes only barely able to be seen in the dark room, and the weight pinning Hermione down at the waist instantly began to shift the witches nerve ending into over drive. No matter how hard her chest was heaving under the hawk like gaze of the Veela, Hermione didn't seem to get enough air. Fleur leaned down, placing her hands on either side of her trapped pray, and was utterly enjoy every moment of this new situation.

"So...so what are we going to do between now and new years?" Hermione felt her face grow so hot it felt like it was on fire, and her words only came out in a high pitch squeak. She had no idea how to act around Fleur when they started to flirt and grow closer. The young witch felt so clumsy when it came to these things, and now that she had a Veela on top of her, any chance of a ration thought died with her calm exterior.

"Whatever you desire 'Ermione. We 'ave a week, so we can walk the grounds, explore 'ze cities, visit some other flocks, or just stay inside." Fleur leaned down further, her nose brushing against the soft skin of the panicked and turned on witch, she breathed in the smell of arousal off the flesh causing Hermione to let out an involuntary moan. Immediately slapping her hand across her mouth, Hermione looked horrified that she let out such a sound. Feeling Fleur chuckle softly behind her, she hid her face behind her hands.

"You are evil!" She muttered through her fingers.

"But you make it so enjoyable." The Veela just laughed. The next few days they spent exploring the grounds, and Fleur taught her about all the history here. Their flock stayed close to them, and the group kept to themselves not mingling with the Veela that lived on the grounds.

Hermione was unsure about conversing with others because as she walked through the halls, new Veela gave her strange looks everywhere she was. The young witch learned more about Veela culture and structure, and how a Clan is made up of hundred of flocks, for one alpha can't watch them all. It reminded of a wolf pack made up of small wolf packs. A very animalistic hierarchy, but strangely loyal at the same time. The young flock had a lot of fun following them around the grounds, adding comments here and there, or even showing Hermione somethings on their own. Fleur took them to a massive ballroom, which was suppose to be the center for the New Year's Eve gala, with grand doors that overlooked the massive gardens in the back. There was enormous paintings of past Clan alphas spread across the walls of the ballroom. Hermione gazed at the paintings noting some of the resemblance to Fleur. What she found curious was the painting were not wizard paintings. They did not move or wave, they were still as the muggle pictures back home. When asked why this was, Fleur responded as back when the first alpha's were here, they did not have good relationships with human wizards, and did not refine their own personal magic to make a wizard painting. So they just painted like the non magical beings did, and the tradition just stayed. Hermione mused to herself how fascinating Veela culture was as she gazed upon the history that hung before her.

The coming days were even more amazing for Hermione. No one in the chateau thought about school, or the tournament, everyone's mind was just upon the upcoming gala. Several companies of goblins, trolls, and other magical creatures were hired to set up for the festive event, and the grounds were bustling with commotion and anticipation. Yet during all of this Hermione could not understand how she found herself in this predicament.

"This is your own bloody fault Granger," hissing at herself as she sprinted down the hallways. The marble corridors echoed with the sound of her sneakers hitting the floor. The wings were so huge she saw no one as the young Gryffindor raced through chateau. Quickly turning a corner, she flung open the first door she spotted, dove inside, and slammed the door. Her hiding spot seemed to be just a normal closet filled with expensive coats and frocks. Feeling her chest heave, Hermione tried to calm her breathing as she placed her ear against the door listening for any sound of her being followed.

"You just had to suggest hide and seek, didn't you….." she ran a shaky hand through her messy hair, as her mind raced with a plan. The day before the grand gala, both Hermione and Fleur seemed particularly bored. So what does Hermione do? Why she suggests a muggle game to the Veela. And as soon as the blonde heard it was basically a hunt, she readily agreed. Doe eyes quickly scanned her small confines in hopes something would magically appear to help her out of this situation.

While a game of hide and seek is innocent enough, they both had to agree on a wager. Becoming closer with Fleur, made the young woman lose her common sense it seemed. But it seemed her prayers were answered as her eyes stopped upon a grate against the floor. It must of been for air circulation throughout the chateau. Perhaps Hermione could shift into her animagus, and sneak through the ventilation system. A shift without proper supervision was risky, but she had an excited and hungry Veela on her tail she was desperate. Slowly lowering herself to the ground, she pulled off the covering to the vent, and Hermione sat down and began to concentrate. Remembering all her practicing and studying she closed her eyes, took a breath, and focused on the magic transformation. Her lungs stopped burning, and the pounding in her ears ceased. Opening her eyes, she saw her world was dramatically larger. It worked, and she was still in her right mind. Score one for the good guys.

Quickly she climbed into the hole, tiny claws running as fast as she could now. The scent of outside became stronger, and Hermione followed her nose to a possible haven. The outside grounds were so huge, surely she would be able to evade Fleur. Sliding to an abrupt stop, Hermione found herself so close to freedom, and all that separated her was another steel grate. Tiny claws began to frantically claw at the metal hoping to loosen its hold. Though her efforts were valiant, Hermione seemed to be making no progress.

"'Ermione?" the young woman was so focused on the task at hand she didn't notice anyone approach from the outside. Letting out a squeak, she flung herself back, hoping not to be caught this soon, but her panic died down when she saw it was not Fleur. Camille was crouched down in front of the metal grate watching her with curious eyes. "Are you...well? Do I need to find Fleur?" Hermione let out another squeak shaking her head furiously. She couldn't lose this game, she had to win the wager. Long smooth fingers wrapped themselves around the metal and pulled it away without effort. Hermione was free, and still in this. Jumping onto the soft cool grass, Hermione craned her neck up so she was able to still look at Camille.

"Is 'zis 'zat game i 'eard was going on?" Her lips curled up in an amused smirk. If ever a chipmunk looked embarrassed, and abashed it was now. The strawberry blonde haired Veela let out a laugh, and stood up smoothly. "I wish you luck 'zen." Camille winked and left Hermione to her own devices. The Gryffindor raced through the open lawn quickly finding refuge in the gardens. All she needed to do was hide out for a few more minutes and she would win. A surge of confidence swelled up in her chest as she slowly moved throughout the bushes and flowers. Her heart raced a little at the thought of the prize she would get at the end of this.

When discussing the wager, the first thing Hermione thought of was the silly muggle saying the kids always use to do. Slave for a day, innocent enough right? For muggle children it usually meant carrying books in school, doing homework, doing each others chores, or just playing games the other wanted. However, having suffered from either a minor bout of insanity or perhaps a stroke, the witch thought the Veela was simply pick something along those lines. Yet when the actual game begun and she saw the glint in Fleur's eyes, Hermione had a good idea of what the Veela would ask for. If she could win this game, the nervous feeling swelling inside her gut would go away, and she wouldn't have to worry about what 'could be's.' Though it seemed the universe had different plans for her, and her moment of triumph and relief withered away with a pair of large talons hit the ground about ten meters away from her. Her eyes practically bugged out when she saw bright blood red feathers draping down the legs of the new presence. Fleur went into her true form for this? That was virtually cheating! How was she suppose to combat that? Her mind was scoffing at the audacity of the situation and conveniently forgetting the fact she transformed as well. The Veela must of been patrolling above the chateau, before she made her entrance in the gardens.

"If I were a...mouse….where would I...be?" a sickeningly sweet purr flooded the gardens, sending a shiver up Hermione's spine. Whether it was of fear, excitement, or arousal she wasn't quite sure, but she stayed hidden as watched the predator scan her surroundings. The young woman realize she was called a mouse and snorted in disgust. Crimson eyes flicked towards the shrub she was hiding at very moment, and a lump form in her throat as her body stayed frozen. "You are going to make me come in 'zere, aren't you my 'Ermione?" The blood red Veela gave a toothy grin, showing off very impressive fangs. Hermione glanced to the side, at the chateau and saw a set of doors open. As she needed to do was make it inside, yet Fleur was in her way. In a moment of uncharacteristic gusto, and bravado, Hermione took off towards the her goal. The sound of rustling feathers, and a brief gust of wind didn't deter her one bit. Paws beating the ground, the feeling of wet grass on her paws, the sight of the huge chateau made her feel like she was going to do it. That is until the talons enclosed around her tiny furry body, quickly rising into the air. After having a small heart attack at feeling such a surprise, she looked up through the gaps, and saw blood red eyes sparkling down at her. Sighing and hanging her head low, Hermione knew she was done. No amount of fight could change this, but who was really surprised of the outcome.

Kicking herself over this stupid bet, Hermione started to feel her body twitch with anxiety. Her talon prison started to lower closer to the ground, and the young witch swallowed the lump in her throat. Solid ground came under to support them, unfortunately Hermione's confines did not open, and she glanced up to see a hungry look. Fleur wouldn't eat her, no she couldn't, this was all in Hermione's head. When looking at the Veela, a quiet voice in the back of Hermione's head whispered words that 'eating' has a variety of meanings.

"Now...what to do...wi'z my prize." the crimson Veela purred evilly. Oh yes, this bet was a very bad idea. Hermione started to furiously wiggle out of her claws. Using so much force and determination she flung herself through the gaps of the talons and tumbled through the grass. The low rumbling of a growl made the witch quickly sit up, and flood all her magic through her body to change back to a human form. Transforming back so fast with insufficient practice caused Hermione to feel extremely light headed, and a slight ringing in her ears. She didn't have time to deal with these side effects as she flung her hands forward motioning Fleur to stop.

"Now Fleur! Yes you won, but lets...lets not get too hasty about anything." trying to stay calm in this situation was worst than the time she faced a basilisk. Fleur moved with the fluid motion and grace of a panther, her steps precise and filled with purpose.

"Slave for a day, 'ze ideas...are endless." Hermione mentally screamed, her arms still outstretched trying to deter the hungry Veela. Yet she would be quick to deny the pool of desire building between her legs should anyone question her own desires. Movement out of the corner of her eye cause the young witch to glance quickly to the side, and she saw those bloody butterflies. Their movement was all sporadic and excited as they danced around her. So on top of the aroused Veela in front of her, Hermione had to make sure the thralls didn't touch her or any semblance of self control the girl had would go straight out the window.

"Yes, I know that was the rules and all, but..lets be reasonable here. The gala is soon and we can't really do anythi…." The witch was cut of as a force threw her back to the ground, and a weight pinned her down. Fleur was now straddling her again, looking down at her intently. The Veela was only wearing what seemed to be a white sarong hanging around her hips, and her top was covered with very particular placed feathers covering her chest, however the perfect alabaster orbs left nothing to the imagination. Hermione's back ached a bit from being pinned to the ground but something else was clouding her mind. Feeling a tickle across her arms and hands Hermione quickly glanced down seeing the butterflies were now on her skin, which was basically the nail in the coffin for her. Shivering with ecstasy and pleasure, Hermione practically bit her tongue to with hold back a moan that was in her throat. Thanking the heavens that she is decided on jeans today, squeezing her legs together as her a lust built up inside. There was a time and place for everything and this was definitely not the time nor the place. Plus there was the tiny matter of the young witch being ready for 'it.' But the butterflies around her were ready make take that choice away from her, which she could not let happen for both her and the Veela's sake.

"Do you...want me to be...reasonable, 'Ermione?" The once smooth French accent turned husky, and caused shivers to roll down the girl's body.

"F...Fleur!" Hermione choked out, "People might see! Its...its day time!"

"No one will come," the Veela seemed strangely confident. That damn secret hidden connection must be in play again.

"But the windows Fleur! They cou…." Hermione instantly was cut off by searing hot lips upon her own. The kiss was full of desire, and there was no doubt about it Fleur was in complete control of it. Submitting to the Veela came so naturally as moan escaped between both of their lips. The sudden sensation of fingertips sliding under her shirt made her status of not being ready waver. All thoughts that were held in that tangled mess of hair was on how good this French woman made her feel. Sadly all of those feelings stopped when she heard the clearing of a throat near them. Both of them instantly stilled, as those soft warm lips left her own and Hermione missed them the second they were gone.

"Speak," Fleur was obviously frustrated in more ways than one, and her voice made sure to convey that.

"You 'ave a phone call," Sabine spoke softly looking anywhere but them. Feeling her cheeks heat up, Hermione tried to smooth out her top, but was not too successful with the alpha on top of her.

"Please do not tell me you interrupted me for a...phone."

"It's from…..Scotland." Hermione's ear perked at the tone of the copper haired Veela. Sabine almost seemed more disgusted by that, then the fear of interrupting them. Letting out a soft snarl, the Veela's weight disappeared off Hermione's body, and Fleur stalked towards the Chateau. Sabine looked down as the crimson figured past her, hearing the soft growl emitted from the alpha's throat as she passed her.

"Why did she do that?" hearing the growl, Hermione questioned Sabine as she stood up. Blue eyes blinked at her, not expected the question.

"Ummm, I...I forgot my place 'Ermione."

"How?" Something happened that Fleur was upset at Sabine and she wanted to know why. Hermione had not spent that much time with the Lime colored Veela, but anyone in Fleur's flock she wanted to know, and protect. Even if the witch was protecting the flock from the alpha herself.

"I..I do not 'zink I should be saying," the Veela practically whinned.

"Please Sabine, I want to understand. I won't tell Fleur I promise." Hermione bargained with. The copper hair swayed back and forth as the nervous Veela looked around to make sure they were alone. Hermione could start to see flecks of lime appear the the sapphire eyes.

"Ze call...from Scotland. I don't 'zink she should take 'zem. Ze situation up 'zere makes 'er look bad. Dealing wi'z people below 'er." Sabine's accent was thick and forced.

"Oh I see." Hermione frowned trying to make sense of the Veela's words. Not really understanding them, she really didn't have an option to decipher them for that meant going to the alpha. And she would never betray any of her flocks trust. "We probably should start getting ready for the big night?" Giving the Veela a smile, dismissing the current conversation, trying to ease Sabine's nerves.

"Oui," Sabine returned the smile. The next several hours was a flurry of feathers and dozens of dresses. The flock took it upon themselves to make Hermione get ready with them. What surprised her more was the human was having great fun getting dressed for the gala with a flock of Veela. They were all asking her opinions of hair and dresses, making sure she was involved in everything. Hermione quickly noticed they were getting one at a time, for each look was a group effort and everyone pitched in. They saved the witch for last, working meticulously on her hair and makeup. Her dressed with put on with such precision it would make an artist envious. In her heart of hearts, Hermione knew this gala was going to be perfect as opposed to the Christmas ball. She swore she would do everything in her power to make sure Fleur wouldn't have to worry or get angry for any reason. It was about time that they deserved a nice event without someone trying to kill somebody.

"May I escort you 'Ermione?" a voice spoke up next to her as all of her flock were making their way to the grand ballroom. Looking to the side was Isabelle in her beautiful violet organza ball gown, with thin shoulder straps and a very plunging neckline.

"Of course," Hermione smiled, and slipped her arm in the crook of the Veela next to her. "Don't mean to ask again but are you sure I look ok? I feel all awkward," The witch fidgeted trying to get comfortable with the strapless ruby gown.

"You look stunning," Isabelle smiled warmly. Leading them both through the various hallways, Hermione started to see more and more of unknown Veela. The number was growing by the seconds and when the finally reached downstairs the space was packed with beautiful Veela mingling and enjoying the festivities.

"Bloody hell….." The witch barely murmured to herself, stunned with the sheer amount of numbers that turned out tonight.

"Fleur did tell you 'zis is a 'uge event, oui?" Isabelle was obviously amused with the shock written across Hermione's face.

"Not to this extent. There are hundreds of people here. It's hard to believe this place can hold them all." Her doe eyes were scanning the crowd, trying to take in environment.

"It is a big place, I promise," the Veela spoke in such a teasing voice. She guided the witch down the stairs and they made their way into the grand ballroom. The hall was a lit with music, dancing and conversations of friends and family. It seemed the whole first floor was used for the gala as not everyone could fit into the grand celebration. Hermione could even see from the windows that the gardens were stage to even more of the party. Everyone seemed to be having such a wonderful time. This had to be the event everyone looked forward to for the whole year. Each Veela's dress was more beautiful than the last, and tables were spread out in random locations hold mountains of exquisite and delicious treats both sweet and savory. Hermione saw a few house elves scrambling through the crowds holding huge trays of what looked to be champagne.

"You have house elves here?" Hermione felt herself bristle, trying to understand the fact the Clan had house elves.

"Oui, 'zey are paid very well because 'zey seemed to naturally be afraid of us." Isabelle commented offhandedly not noticing the young witches ire.

"Paid?" Hermione's anger immediately melted away to bring upon a solid helping of guilt on her conscious now.

"Certain creature can sense a predator in near 'zem, 'ze elves are the same way. 'Zey get uneasy around us, knowing what we are capable of." Isabelle explained as she ushered them through the crowds trying to find an empty space.

"Oh I see…."Hermione frowned at her quick to judgement attitude here. The young woman should know better and have trusted the clan more. "You know you don't have to stay with me if you want to mingle or other things Isabelle. I am a bloody stick in the mud here, but I will be alright." Hermione turned to her escort giving a warm smile internally tabling her trust issues for a later date.

"Ummm," Isabelle looked hesitant. "Zis is Fleurs big celebration so she will not be able to accompany you as much as she wishes. She did not want to you feel alone tonight." The violet Veela almost looked guilty at this new revelation.

"Her celebration?" Hermione had several questions so she decided this was a good place to start.

"Oui, she will tell you."

"Do you think tonight?"

"I do not see why not," Isabelle replied.

"Well," the witched paused to go over the facts in her head. "You don't have to stay. I will tell Fleur I asked to be alone. I feel bad you will miss out on all this cause of an order." Hermione trying to stay true to her promise was going to make sure that this gala was going to go without a hitch. The flock deserved a bit of happiness and peace, and as this night seemed to be one of the biggest most extravagant times for the clan, the young woman was going to play by any rules set tonight. No matter if her heart fell a little at the thought of not spending the whole time with Fleur.

"Nono," Isabelle held up her hands quickly shaking her head in earnest. "Doing 'zis tonight wi'z you 'Ermione is not bad. I am enjoying myself, and 'ze company. You complete Fleur, and complete the flock. You make us all better 'Ermione. The Clan has never been so prosperous and happy before." Isabelle smiled tried to alleviate some of the Gryffindors fears.

"I don't know if I do all that….but I have to say that you all have changed my life. For the better that is. I cannot imagine my life anymore without you all." Hermione felt her heart warm at the sincerity of her own words. Coming to terms with all of this and accepting it, lifted her spirits and made everything seem more magical as it were.

"Miss Granger," a voice interrupted the two girl's confession and they turned to see, aside from Hermione, the only other human at the gala.

"'Eadmaster Dumbledore," Isabelle inclined her head in greeting.

"Sir," Hermione acknowledged and nodded to the headmaster as well. The wizard was dawned in some of the most lavish dress robes she had ever seen on him. The fabric shimmered in golds, silvers and blues, and had highly detailed buttons that seemed to sparkle on their own accord.

"Mademoiselle Isabelle, always a pleasure to see you again. I do have to say this is an exquisite event. I am very honored that the invitation was extended to me to experience all this." His eyes were dancing mischievously behind those half moon glasses glancing at both of them.

"It truly is something. Are you the only one to attending tonight sir?" Hermione asked hoping to not be glared out all night by a certain potions master.

"Indeed I am. I did not want to put anyone off by bringing a massive ensemble with me." Albus was smiling like he just found something he said extremely amusing.

"Did you talk with Fleur yet, about your peace?" Hermione was still a bit flustered at the idea of the headmaster using all this for a political move. Never let a tragedy to go waste was the thought that came into her mind, as she tried to stay courteous.

"Have no fear Miss Granger, I am not here just for gains. This is a rather historical moment in itself being here as a guest and not attach to any bond. And one needs to understand the time for festivities and the time for business. This time is the former.

"I 'ave not spoken wi'z 'im all night, so it would be 'ard to discuss peace without an audience." another voice broke into their conversation, which seemed to be a growing fad tonight. Fleur stood next to the group, with the rest of the flock behind her along with many Veela Hermione had never seen before. Who all seemed older than their own flock.

"Mademoiselle Delacour, it seems my motives are in question tonight. Please put your mind at ease. I appreciate this invite, and am just here in the capacity to enjoy myself that is all. I hope to set a date for a later discussion, but if that does not come to past I am still just very grateful for the chance to enjoy such a night." It seemed all the distrust being thrown at Dumbledore did not make him falter one bit as he lips stay curled up and the most joyous expression filled his feature. "Now if you excuse me, I saw the most delicious looking candied yams over yonder that had been calling my name." Giving a slight bow, Albus Dumbledore winked slyly to Hermione, before he walked always disappearing into the crowd.

"Strange man," Fleur murmured softly before she turned her attention back to the two before her. Hermione finally got a chance to also look over the alpha at the amazing strapless blood red gown that hugged her figure in every right place imaginable. The blonde hair was left down to cascade over her alabaster shoulders, framing her perfect sapphire eyes that gazed deeply back at the witch.

"You look amazing," Hermione felt her face steadily heat up, and her heart quicken in her chest. Fleur silently reach out and took Hermione's hand in her own, lifting it up to her face, and placed a feather soft kiss on the inside of the witches wrist. No doubt the Veela probably felt the pulse quicken exponentially under her full plush lips.

"You look divine." and for the first time, Hermione actually believed praise. Never really feeling like a pretty girl, or when people give 'you look beautiful' hollow comments. This time felt so different, it felt real, and it honestly felt like love. "I 'ope you are enjoying yourself tonight, and I am sorry I cannot spend every moment wi'z you."

"Its ok, me and Isabelle are fine, so don't worry about us. I hear you have something big to say though. Like an announcement of sorts." Hermione asked, hoping to inquire more on the finer details of tonight.

"Oui, but it will be in a bit. At turning of 'ze new year. And after 'zat we should be able to spend 'ze rest of 'ze night together." Fleur explained. Well with all the extra eyes on them, Hermione could understand the wait to hearing this news the same time as everyone else. One of the older Veela suddenly leaned forward and whispered softly into the blonde's ear. Fleur nodded quickly and looked apologetic at Hermione. "I...I need to go and talk wi'z more people." Hermione couldn't help but smile at the guilt stricken face on the alpha before her.

"Its fine! I swear! Now go be important and stop fretting so much!" the witch couldn't help but giggle. Though her amusement was quickly silenced as Fleur closed the gap between them, wrapping an arm around them, and kissing Hermione deeply. She melted into the Veela's arm, feeling the soft lips upon her own giving her quite the apology gift. But as the kiss was starting to deeping just a bit more, the embrace was left and Hermione was caught trying to catch her breath.

"I will see you soon," Fleur had smug smirk plastered across her face feeling like the cat who stole the canary. The Veela quickly turned to always to mingle more, and the rest of the flock waved goodbye to her, some giggling at the very public display of affection. Hermione tried quickly to regain any composure she could muster, and Isabelle tried as hard as she could to hide the smile on her lips. Swallowing the lump in her throat, Hermione smoothed out her dress, and cleared her throat.

"Are you thirsty? I am a bit, let's go see if we can find anything to drink," Hermione started to walk in a random direction hoping on the other side of the mass of Veela was some form of sustenance, and something to focus on.

"Oui," the amusement was quite evident in the violet Veela's voice. The two found something to drink, which could only be described as some sort of sparkle cider for Hermione was having a hard time places the flavors. Isabelle introduced the young witch to a few older Veela, and never left her side. Everyone was treating her with great respect in warmth. It seemed that the clan was truly excited to see the young alpha have a good mate, and excited at what the future held for Clan Delacour.

The two spent a while enjoying some of the h'orderves, listening to the orchestra, and making polite conversation with the Veela brave enough to approach them. It was getting close to the final strike of midnight to usher in a new year, and Hermione was feeling a bit tired from some much socializing.

"Would you mind if we found some place a bit quiet for a break?" she asked her companion.

"Of course." Isabelle placed her hand on the small of Hermione's back guiding her through the masses, climbing up a new set of stairs then walking down a maze of a hallways, they finally found themselves out on a private Veranda. The view was spectacular overlooking the garden and probably the fireworks that would be lighting up the night sky in only a little while.

"This place truly is amazing." the young witch couldn't help but be in awe of the magnificent grounds.

"Oui," the Veela replied with pride for her home. "Fleur will actually give 'er announcement in 'ze gardens so we will be able to see it from 'ere. So if you wish I can get us something to drink so we can stay up 'ere and watch everything." Isabelle offered.

"Oh that sounds wonderful. Do you think Fleur would mind if we hid out here for the rest of the time?"

"I will tell her, and I do not 'zink she would mind." the Veela smiled, walking back into the Château and disappearing from view. Hermione couldn't help but smile as she gazed out at the view, and enjoyed watching so many Veela mingle and converse.

"Having fun?" the voice that broke the silence this time did not warm her heart or bring out a smile. It seemed her enjoying was done for the evening as she turned around and was face to face with Apolline Delacour. Hermione heart sped up, but it wasn't out of excitement this time, as it was fear that was wracking her body now.

"Wh..what are you doing here?" Hermione tried to keep it together, but she genuinely felt fear sink down to her bone being alone with this woman. This Veela.

"Oh come now dear, no need to be frightened. I am not going to hurt you. In fact I should be thanking you." Apolline strode forward, so she was leaning against the balcony railing overlooking her kingdom.

"Why would you thank me?" Hermione internally pat herself on the back for at least not stuttering anymore. Apolline grinned, turning to face Hermione, leaning against the railing and cocking her head to the side.

"Oh? You haven't heard yet. The big news my daughter will tell tonight. Infact very soon even." The grand alpha actually looked a bit surprised.

"No, I was going to hear it with everyone else."

"Oh well then, I shall save you the trouble. My beautiful Fleur actually forced me out. Quite a masterfully so too." Hermione's brow furrowed in confusion, and Apolline seemed happy to explain further. "Tonight Fleur will be announcing that I will be stepping down as clan alpha, and after her graduation the ceremony will happen."

"I thought Veela don't have power struggles." Everything Hermione had read so far told her that Veela were fiercely loyal and very rarely turned against an alpha.

"Oh they don't, Fleur will say something, maybe my health or maybe I feel she is ready. Almost like a forced retirement setup, but a secret between mother and daughter. She will keep me around, as a trophy of sorts. Trot me out whenever it suits her and advances her agenda." Apolline spoke so perfectly that Hermione didn't hear any of the usual French accents in her words.

"What were you going to do about it?" The witch feared this visit might be a revenge based.

"Oh you misunderstand my intentions my dear. I am very pleased with all this. Such a coup my beautiful Fleur has orchestrated, her dreams and visions for the clan are finally becoming a reality. Tell me my dear do you understand the colors of our feathers?" deep sapphire eyes burned deep into Hermione, and though they were the same as the flock or any other Veela in the clan, these seemed to be cold and full of malice.

"No..I can't say I do." Hermione slowly spoke, getting a bad taste in her mouth for admitting she didn't understand something. Especially admitting that to this Veela in front of her.

"The colors our are soul my dear. They show what we will become, who we are. Each color tells a story, and for a while I misunderstood mine but now everything is so clear." Hermione stayed quiet and kept a cautious gaze on Apolline, and prayed to every god she could think of her head that Isabelle would return soon. "Mine is white you know," Apolline continued, "It means life or giver, something along those lines. I always took that as myself helping my kind, giving purpose to my girls, and providing a firm hard to mold this clan into something great. I give them the ability to shine, and I give the world my beautiful and flawless clan. But see, I was wrong there. It wasn't about me, it was about Fleur."

"What about Fleur," Hermione felt her breathing start to grow a big ragged trying to remain calm in this situation.

"Fleur was the key. I was giving Fleur to the world, I was giving life to the most important Veela in history." Hermione felt her body twitch at Apolline's explanation. "See while I am white, Fleur is red. Tell me what do you think red means?" Apolline was making sure the young witch was involved with the exchange whether she liked it or not.

"I don't know."

"Come now! There has to be some kind of guess. Some inkling in that little head of yours." Apolline wasn't going to take feigning ignorance as a valid answer.

"Something like emotions, passionate?" Apolline started to laugh at that, making Hermione start to bite her lip out of nervousness.

"How precious. Though I am sure Fleur will be….passionate when you two complete the bond, but red is for something else. Something that only a dozen of our kind of worn. My beautiful Fleur is red for the blood that she spills." Hermione face twisted in disbelief.

"No..no I don't believe that."

"My daughter, my only precious daughter is red because she is a conquerer. Every Veela that has had crimson feathers have impacted our kind through war, through conquest. Fleur has already soaked the earth in blood, but now that she will be the Clan alpha. It will take it to a whole new level." Apolline seemed delighted in the thought of war and slaughter, but Hermione was still having a hard time believing anything that this grand alpha was saying. "You do know that Fleur has already doubled our territory. She is stretching our land out through eastern Europe and Asia. Clan Delacour is more vast than anyone has ever dreamed off, and it keeps growing. Fleur is bringing in new flocks under our clan constantly, and making them swear fidelity to her. She is very good at getting flocks to surrender to her…..submitting to her." Hermione almost gagged at those last words. "And those who do not submit to her, she makes examples of. So everyone knows that Delacour is coming for them."

"No...I don't believe you. You are just trying to turn us against each other." Hermione shook her head adamantly, not believing that Fleur could be this monster.

"Oh? You don't believe me? I'm hurt at such the distrust, but I can understand it. Why don't you ask little Isabelle over there. I am sure you will believe her." The older Veela, smirk never leaving her face, turned her head slowly to the side, and Hermione followed her gaze. Hermione quickly became aware she was finally not alone with Apolline anymore as she saw Isabelle standing in the middle of the doorway to the Veranda. Her hair was no longer neat and elegant as it was a bright violet shaggy mess, and eyes were deep violet with black spidery veins deep in the skin around her eyes. It seemed the younger Veela was trying so hard not to fully shift.

"Stay away from 'Ermione," Isabelle growled out.

"Poor poor Isabelle, trying so hard to be like Fleur, but just can't measure up. She places her second in command to watch her mate, yet lets the big bad white Veela come so close to her prize. Tsk tsk, what would Fleur say Isabelle." The violet Veela let out a loud growl, downy feathers starting to cover her arms in a soft purple. "You know very well Isabelle that you stand no chance against me. I do not wish to hurt you, think how sad Fleur's little mate would be. But you could help me by telling the witch about Fleur.

"What about Fleur," Isabelle spat out.

"Well how Fleur has already double out territory of course. How she is forcing every flock she comes across to join the clan, kneel before her. Hermione is dying to know, though she doesn't believe when I say it." Apolline was playing a wicked game, and unfortunately for Hermione, the alpha had all the good pieces. Isabelle shifted uneasy, eyes still locked with the confidence gaze of Apolline, unsure what to say.

"I knows its not true, just say it Isabelle to prove her wrong." Hermione all but begged.

"Fleur is not a monster 'Ermione." Isabelle spoke softly

"I know she is...what does that have to do anything." Hermione actually stopped looking at Apolline to bring her full attention to Isabelle. She needed to hear some good news right now, and so far Isabelle seemed to be holding out.

"Fleur is…..saving us."

"Oh that she is My dear, that she is." Apolline chuckled, obviously enjoying the show set before her.

"I don't understand. Are you saying Fleur is what Apolline is painting her as?" Hermione's heart started to twist in her chest as she started to feel unsure about many of things.

"No! Fleur is...not a monster." Isabelle just repeated.

"Why do you keep saying that Isabelle?" Hermione's voice started to lose its once shaking confidence to stand against Apolline, and she felt the fear in her body start to overpower her once again.

"What poor little second in command Isabelle is trying to say is that. Fleur is a scion to us. While her methods seem barbaric to you, she is saving us." Apolline snorted out.

"How?" was the only word Hermione could speak at the moment.

"She is uniting the Veela. The dream of uniting all Veela under one clan. How beautiful is that?" Hermione was caught in a flurry of emotions, and thoughts kept swirling around in her head. Fleur was dangerous, she was a conqueror, she was a butcher, she was everything.

"Why?" the witch seemed to only be sticking to one worded questions at the moment.

"Why? Cause of your kind. Humans witches and wizards, it's because of you all. You have rules and laws governing just us. Departments of Magical creatures, laws for Magical Creatures, and you act like yourselfs are so much more important than any other species out there. You all hide behind your Ministry, expecting them to keep you all safe because they tell you then can control all of what they don't tell you is, that your kind hasn't been the top of the food chain for a long, long time. The goblins already pledged allegiance to Fleur, and they hate everyone. The centaurs fear her, and would probably do anything she bid them too. Every magical creature stands with Fleur, as you humans fight about how 'pure' you all are, and how much better one person is from another. Fleur will unite every single Veela on this world under Clan Delacour whether they like it or not."

"But you can't do that, just force people under your flag," Apolline was right she couldn't understand the brutality of it.

"Why? Because it's not the human thing to do? Good, cause we are Veela my dear. We are Veela, and we do things the Veela way. We cannot expect every flock to talk about their problems. We cannot expect everyone Veela to talk about emotions instead of acting upon them. We are not humans, and the sooner you remember that, the sooner you will be happy and make my daughter happy. She will continue to kill those who do not break, for their are no room in her world for those who are against Clan Delacour. And she will continue to conquer, and make those submit to her whether they are on their knees or on all fours. Veela kind have never been united under one clan, and Fleur is about to bring about a new era for us."

"Fleur will not tolerate 'zis," Isabelle hissed out.

"Oh please tell her little Isabelle. Let her get so made she ruins her big announcement, and her first New year's gala. I'm sure that will go over well." Apolline chuckled to herself, pleased with either outcome of breaking Hermione, or making Fleur ruining her own moment.

"No!" Hermione quickly shouted out, staring at Isabelle, making the violet Veela halt any movement. "No Fleur doesn't have to know about this. I just..I just need to think."

"Oh? How chivalrous of you. Protecting you mate for her pesky temper. It is admirable to make sure Fleur is happy on such a day, so I applaud you for that." Hermione never felt so talked down to her in life.

"Take...take me to your room Isabelle please. I think we are done here." Hermione murmured. Quickly going up to Isabelle, and grabbing onto her arms tugging her away from the stare down between the two Veela.

"Please enjoy the rest of your night my dear, I know I will." Apolline then let a cackle that Hermione swore only happened in muggle movies. Isabelle reluctantly followed the young witch out the door, walking quietly next to her. The downy feathers on her arm started to fade away, but her wild violet hair held fast, and would probably stay that way for the rest of the night.

"Are you...alright 'Ermione?" Isabelle whispered, but Hermione still heard it.

"Not really, but that is ok. I just….I just need to think. I much as I hate to admit it Apolline is right." Hermione just wanted to get into a quiet room, away from all this right now, and time to think.

"She..was?" Isabelle sounded skeptical at that.

"You aren't humans, you are Veela. But I need time to think, without telling Fleur. At least not telling her tonight." her Veela companion nodded quietly at that and escorted her down the maze of hallways. Hermione was proud of herself together, but she had no idea what she was going to do about Fleur. Or should she say Fleur the Conqueror.