Disclaimer: I don't own any part of Harry Potter or any of the characters in it. Not sure why I need to put this, or even if I need to, considering I'm putting this on a free, fanfiction website but, oh well.

A.N. This is my first fanfic so if you do read it please bare with me, also if you do read it a review or something would really help so I can maybe get better. This fic is also AU, Harry isn't the boy who lived, Voldermort was killed before before he sought Harry out, don't wanna give to much away so I'll leave it at that.

Hermione

I was walking through a park that was somewhat near my house with a book in hand, the book being, of course, 'Hogwarts a History' I sat down on a nearby park bench and looked around to make sure I was alone. Seeing no one around I opened my worn copy and started to read it for what must be the tenth time since school ended for the third year, it helped me to remember my time at the school, my time with Ginny.

I was going to see her within a couple of weeks when I went to visit the Weasley's anyway, but life among muggles was super boring, I was happy to be able to see my parents, of course, but if they could also do magic it would be much more fun. Lost in my own thought, I didn't notice that I was no longer alone, nor that the book in my hands had disappeared, or that there was a quiet giggle coming from in front of me. Not until I was poked in the face by a small hand, swiping at whatever touched me I came back to the realm of the living and saw a cute little girl standing in front of me. She had long silvery blond hair and cute round face. She had a little baby fat still and seemed a little short for the age that she looked.

"Gabrielle, do not disturb the young girl" I heard a woman say with a distinctive French accent.

"But Mama, Fleur took her book, and she's not in trouble." The little girl whined and stamped her foot, also with an accent although less pronounced than her mothers, she's probably been taught French and English from a very young age.

"That is quite enough of that, mon petite ange, but she is right Fleur." Upon hearing her mother speak the little girl stopped immediately with a smile on her face, she poked her tongue at her sister before grabbing her mother's hand.

"I am sorry mother" I heard another voice say her accent seemed to be somewhere in the middle of the two, shaking my head I stood up so I could look at each person.

Standing behind the chair I saw their mother, she was looking at me with an apologetic smile, she also had silvery blond hair and was very beautiful for a mother of two. You could just see a little bit of the stress she had to have been through raising two girls in the small wrinkles around her eyes. Looking at the other girl, the air seemed to just leave my lungs, she was the most beautiful creature I'd ever set my eyes on. Her hair was the same colour as her mother and sister, and I could see the resemblance between them, but I just couldn't take my eyes off of her, they raked down her body seemingly of their own accord. I could feel myself start to get turned on as I looked at her until my eyes landed on my book in her hands and I was able to regain control of myself when I saw it.

I instantly became annoyed, only now realising my book was gone, I held my hand out waiting for the book to be given over, but the young French woman just sat there with a smirk on her face.

I growled irritated "My book" I snarled at her.

Her face took on a shocked and confused look for a moment before it settled back into her smirk, "Say please, ma belle." I felt myself shudder upon hearing that sweet voice directed at me.

I shook off the sound of her voice before rolling my eyes at her, "Please, give me back the book you technically stole from me." I said with a growl.

The shocked look crossed over Fleur's face again but she handed my book back to me none-the-less, thanking her I turned to leave but was stopped by a small hand on my arm. I looked down into the smiling face of Gabrielle, I smiled back down at her.

"Are you really from Hogwarts?" she asked with an innocent smile.

I looked around and saw that we were still alone, so I knelt down in front of her and smiled, "Yes I am" I replied.

She let out a soft laugh, "My sister will be there in a few months too."

"Gabrielle!" Fleur yelled to her sister, drawing her attention, "That is supposed to be a secret, ma petite soeur."

"You're really coming? That means you're a witch" Fleur nodded and turned to leave, but before she left, she turned back and spoke.

"I'll see you there, ma belle." Then she left with a smile on her face, and I couldn't help but frown at the way she spoke.

I walked back home with a fierce blush after being called beautiful twice by the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen, I'll need to talk to Ginny about this. But that would have to wait, thanks to her coming from a magical family, she has no phone, and it's not something I want to write down on a note. Especially since I'll need to tell her about my sexual preference as well.

That night I lay in bed thinking about the very beautiful Fleur. The image of her kept coming to my mind no matter how many times I tried to send it away. She quickly had me completely turned on, and I couldn't help the travelling of my hands. I started stroking my wet pussy, quickly inserting two fingers while simultaneously rubbing my clitoris as images of a naked Fleur danced in my head. Wanting it over quickly so I could sleep I focussed on how it would feel to touch Fleur, to hold her. It took only a couple of minutes before I orgasmed with a loud moan, spilling my juices over my sheets, I stayed still for a few minutes, hoping my parents hadn't heard me. After waiting for what I deemed long enough, to make sure my parents weren't going to investigate if they had heard I sighed and got out of bed to go about cleaning up the mess I'd made of my bed.

Fleur

I couldn't stop thinking about Hermione, not only did I find myself drawn to her from the moment I laid my eyes on her, but she was also able to resist my glamour which was very strange indeed. Sure it mostly worked on men, but I could see that she was attracted to me, so after I dialled up my glamour a little, she should have been fawning over me, but she wasn't. Maybe I should talk with mother about this, she would know a lot more about what we are than what she's told me.

Walking downstairs I saw my mother sitting on a couch reading a book while mindlessly running her fingers through Gabrielle's hair. I smiled at how much she fawns over Gabrielle, she had done the same for me when I was that age, and it was wonderful.

"Mother, can I please talk to you?" I asked in English, deciding it would be best to get as much practice with the language as I could before I went to Hogwarts.

"Of course, my daughter, anything for you." My mother replied but deciding to speak in French.

"Why wasn't Hermione affected by my glamour?" I asked a little frightened at what the answer may be.

My mother visibly tensed and immediately stopped stroking my sister's hair, she looked to be worried for a moment, but it slid off her face within seconds of appearing. She leant down to my sister and whispered something in her ear, smiling, Gabrielle got off the couch and walked upstairs. We heard her door close, and I couldn't help but think that mother had told her to close it a little hard to make sure we heard it close. After Gabrielle had closed her door, mother led me into the study where my father was working diligently.

She walked over to him and whispered something in his ear which caused him to frown and raise his head from his work, he definitely didn't look very happy, and I'm scared all over again.

"Please have a seat, Fleur," my father said in a rough voice. I sat down in front of him diligently and waited for him to continue speaking "Your mother tells me someone resisted your glamour, a girl no less, but I have to ask, are you sure she was attracted to you?"

I nodded my head but before I could speak my mother did, "She definitely was, if you saw the look the girl gave Fleur then you'd know that as well" my mother said with a slightly irritated tone.

"I'm sorry Apolline, but you know I need to work now more than ever, I would have loved to have been there."

My mother just shook her head, annoyed that my father had been working so much and basically ignoring us, but she let it go. At least I think she did, but I was still worried that things were getting worse between them.

"Were you, in anyway drawn to this girl?" my father asked now also slightly irritated with my mother.

"I was, but I can't really describe it, I mean she was amazingly pretty, her voice seemed to sing to me when she spoke, and her scent had me… getting a little… er… aroused" I whispered the last part hoping they wouldn't hear but knowing they needed to.

My father turned red immediately while my mother just smiled at me, her smile helped to keep me calm and reassured me that everything would be okay. "Dammit!" my father yelled and looked down at his desk. "I was hoping this would happen later in your life" he muttered, my mother put her hand on his shoulder, but he shrugged it off, I could see that my mother was hurt by that, but she kept it bottled up inside.

"You were hoping what would happen later!" I demanded, angry at how he was treating my mother.

"Do not yell at me!" he roared at me, but I just ignored it, "I was hoping you'd find your mate later in life" he answered angrily.

"What do you mean my mate?"

My mother answered this question, being the Veela in their relationship, "It is the one person that you can love properly, you can have relationships with others, but you can't fall in love… properly with anyone else."

"And since it's happened so young, it's possible you may not survive without her." My father said matter-of-factly.

"W-what do y-you mean?" I stammered out.

My mother glared at my father, "Your father put it rather crudely, so I'll explain properly. For a young Veela, going through puberty is a dangerous time. As you probably know it's harder to control the glamour, so people may end up doing bad things to you, which is why we were so hard on you and will be on your sister in learning control.

There is also your heart, a young Veela's heart is fragile, if it gets broken there is a good chance you will not survive it, the best advice would be to simply ignore your mate. But that may not be possible, you felt the pull at first glance correct?"

I nodded "I did, and it seemed to get stronger the more she stood there."

"That means the pull is somewhat stronger than between your father and me, I have heard stories of people with such a pull over their Veela mates. Some use the Veela's, others ignore the Veela's causing the Veela to go into a deep depression that they can't break out of. But, if you're lucky she will love you just the same and you're love will persist, even after death."

Upon hearing this, I was scared, terrified even, I'll need to win Hermione's heart, and risk her using me for her own gain, or try and ignore her. Which, as I think about her now, I know will be impossible as I'm starting to feel depressed and I've only been apart from her for a few hours, and our meeting only lasted a couple of minutes. And then, if she rejects me, I'll fall into a deep depression that I may never come out of. How can one girl hold so much power over me?

"Angel, are you okay?" my mother asked as she approached me, my father just shook his head and returned to his work.

Once my mother was in my reach I grabbed her hand, stood up and walked out of the study towards the living room, "I'll be fine mother" I said finally returning to French, "But what the hell is up with father? He was a massive dick." I growled.

"He's just stressed out sweetie, don't worry about it."

"How can I not, I saw the hurt in your eyes, can't he see it too."

"I'm sure he'd be able too if he weren't so stressed, but honestly, how are you handling everything we laid on you in there?"

I sighed knowing my mother wouldn't let it go, I decided it would be best to just tell her the truth "I'm afraid. How can one girl have so much power over me, and what if she doesn't like me, I might not be able to handle it mother, and then there's the Triwizard tournament to think about."

"Maybe you just shouldn't do it."

"I have to mother, I won't be able to see Hermione again if I don't go, and for me to go, I need to enter the tournament."

My mother was silent for a little while with a thoughtful expression before she looked to me with determination "Maybe you should become a student at Hogwarts?" I stared at my mother dumbfounded with my mouth hanging open.

"What do you mean? I thought you wanted me to stay in France for school."

"I would have loved that, but you've found your mate, you need to be with her, I don't mean to say that you'll be starting their straight away, of course, but during the Triwizard tournament try to get her to be your friend, if not more. You need her, you're already feeling it, aren't you? The depression?" I nodded "You need to be around her, so, if you can at least become her friend, then we'll see about getting you into Hogwarts."

I hugged my mother, smiling that she'd do so much for me, but then again, she's my mother, she'd do almost anything for me. "Now if you'll excuse me I promised to sleep with your sister tonight if she would leave us alone." My mother left with an exasperated sigh, but I could see the small smile on her face as she turned around. I knew she loved to hold us as we slept because she did it with me until I hit puberty, I think she only actually stopped because she was getting embarrassed whenever I got an erection in my sleep. My face went red as I remembered those days and I ran up to my room and laid down on my bed.

Closing my eyes a vision of Hermione flashed through my mind, then another and another, soon all I could see was Hermione, and I could feel my extra appendage swelling and becoming erect. I rolled over onto my side and groaned as the head rubbed against my silk nightgown, I ignored the sensation and instead forced myself to think about my mother and sister. Ignoring my father as he'd been starting to get meaner, my erection slowly but surely died down, and I was able to drift off to sleep without masturbating. Knowing that if I did, the entire house would have heard me.

Hermione

I woke up the next day after having the best sleep of my life, I walked downstairs with a happy smile on my face and greeted my mother who was in the kitchen making breakfast. She smiled down at me and wrapped me in a hug, I smiled hugging her back, but as she pulled away, I could see she looked a little worried.

"What's wrong mum?" I asked now also a little worried.

"It's nothing too important honey, it's just… you're father and I… we kind of, heard you… last night" my mum said a little awkwardly while my face became beet red, "I just want to make sure you know that it's perfectly natural."

I nodded with my face still looking like a beet as I sat at the table to wait for breakfast, my mother kept silent after telling me that so I was slowly able to calm down, and by the time breakfast was ready, I was calm enough to enjoy my food. My mother took breakfast to my father who was sitting in his designated chair in the loungeroom watching the morning news. Glad that I was now left alone I allowed my mind to wonder and think about Fleur, and why she would be coming to Hogwarts, especially since she'd be arriving after school has already started. Since as far as I know we have never had a student start after school had already started.

The weeks seemed to fly by with my parents, especially when I was alone and able to think about Fleur without being disturbed, but now Fleur was the furthest thing from my mind as I anticipated the arrival of my best friend. I was sitting on my porch with my bags already packed and sitting next to me like a little kid, but I didn't care, I hadn't really had any friends before Ginny. I mean, some people were nice to me, but even they ignored me when it wasn't convenient for them, so they were just considered, acquaintances, in my book.

As I was thinking about this I heard a car horn and looked up to see an old shabby looking, blue car pulling up my driveway, I raised my eyebrow looking at the sorry state of the vehicle as it approached. But as it came to a stop, Ginny jumped out of the car and ran over to me, she hugged me as soon as she could, and I returned the embrace with a smile.

"It's so good to see you again, Mione, it's been way too long!" she exclaimed excitedly.

"I agree," I said looking behind her and seeing Harry and Ron both sitting in the back of the car while her brother Percy walked up to the house.

"Greetings Hermione," he said with a kind smile.

"Hello Percy, how are you?" I asked just to be polite to him.

"I'm fine, are your parents in? I'd like to speak with them" I nodded and motioned for him to go into the house.

Turning back to Ginny I asked, "Why are Ron and Harry here as well?"

Ginny smiled apologetically "Sorry, but Harry's coming to visit as well, so mum and dad thought it would be easier to collect the both of you in the one trip."

Nodding along with Ginny's words I was still a little irritated at having to spend a long car ride with Ron, "Harry will be fine but dealing with Ron the whole way will be annoying, and he's sitting in the middle." I said sighing exasperatedly.

Ginny smiled at me "Don't worry about that, you've got shotgun." I smiled appreciatively and hugged her again, thanking her profusely.

"Anyway, I take it that's the flying car," I said pointing at the dodgy looking, blue piece of crap sitting in my driveway.

Ginny nodded "Doesn't look like much, does it? But it gets the job done."

Hearing footsteps coming from the house, Percy walked out the door "Alright you too time to go" he said picking up my bags and carrying them over to the car, I tried to protest, to say I could do it be he ignored me.

I turned around to say goodbye to my parents before I took off toward the car and slipped into the front seat. "Hello Hermione" Harry greeted, I greeted him with a slight nod of my head before the car started and we were on our way toward the Weasley's house.

The car ride was slightly awkward with Ron trying to flirt with me the entire way there, he'd given up annoying me last year, deciding that he'd prefer to date me rather than piss me off. Little did he know his efforts just made me dislike him even more, Ginny and Harry both tried to stop him but to no avail. I just listened to his bumbling attempts for the entire car ride, silently praying that he'd just shut up but knowing that he never would.

Finally arriving at the Weasley's I jumped out of the car and grabbed my bags before Percy decided it was his duty to grab them. But once I had them, he grabbed Harry's bags instead, and I mentally slapped myself in the face, realising my mistake. Here I was thinking he was doing it because I was a girl and he thought he needed to, but it's actually because I was going to be a guest in his parents' house and he was just being nice.

Shaking my head at myself I followed Ginny up to her room and placed my bags down, sitting on her bed I sighed as I worked up the nerve to tell her about my meeting with Fleur, and about my sexuality. I watched her walk excitedly around the room, gathering things I'm sure she expects us to use throughout the two weeks we have left before school starts again. I stand up and grab her shoulders to stop her from running around, she turns around to face me with a happy smile which I can't help but return.

"We need to talk," I say replacing my smile with a look of complete seriousness, Ginny's expression also changes to one of concern as she nods and sits down on her bed cross-legged. I sit down facing her also with my legs crossed and sigh as I try to bring myself to speak.

"Well?" Ginny asks a little impatiently, and I can't help but smile at her expression.

"Alright, alright… I can do this…" I mumble mostly to myself, but I know she can hear me "I need to talk to you about me… about who I am…" I say a little nervously, "I'm gay." I say a little loudly as I blurt the words out, making sure I don't chicken out before I can tell her.

Ginny has a shocked expression on her face, and she's just staring at me with wide eye's, she doesn't speak for what feels like hours until finally, she nods "I see, so that's why you always avoided questions about who you thought was hot at school." Ginny said with a reassuring smile.

I blinked at her response, "You mean… you're okay with this?" I asked a little scared at what her answer might be.

"'Course, I'm okay with it Mione, most witches and wizards are, where not like the muggles… well in this sense at least." I smiled at her and enveloped her in a big hug, thanking her.

"Well then, now I can tell you about a girl I met," I said and recounted my meeting with Fleur down to the last detail, excluding what I did the night I met Fleur, for obvious readings.

All Ginny could do is smile at me after I finished telling her, "Sounds like you have a crush on her." She teased me.

I shook my head at her, "No way, I mean, yes, she's extremely hot but other than that she is very annoying."

"Uh-huh" was all Ginny said as she walked downstairs.

I chased after her, whispering loud enough so she could hear me "I don't okay, I mean we said like two words to each other. And she stole my book."

Ginny didn't say anything as she sat down at the table while dinner was served. I sat next to her which luckily had me sitting next to Harry, while Ron sat on the other side. The rest of the Weasley clan sat around the table while Mrs. Weasley hurriedly carried the food from the kitchen to the table.

I looked around the table and saw that no-one was going to offer to help, so I took it upon myself to do so, "Mrs. Weasley would you like some help with that?"

Mrs. Weasley stopped in her tracks and looked at me with an appreciative smile, "Honestly, I'd love some, but not from you since you are a guest in this house, so, since you brought it up, Fred, George and Ron, get you asses up and give me a hand. And please call me Molly." I smiled at her and nodded my head.

Ron, Fred and George all groaned as they stood up causing Ginny and Harry to laugh a little, I simply smiled while Mr. Weasley spoke, "Good job boys, we'll make gentlemen out of yous' yet."

As Fred walked back toward the table, he grumbled at his father "Why don't you be a gentleman and help?"

"Who do you think pays for all of this?" Mr. Weasley asked sarcastically, effectively shutting his son up.

The rest of dinner continued on in the same fashion with gentle, good-natured jibes flying from person to person. Once we had finished, I went up to Ginny's room with her, Harry and to my disdain Ron.

"Hey beautiful," Ron says as he sits down next to me, I groan internally as I look towards him.

"Can you please stop flirting with me? It's getting very annoying." I growled at him.

Harry smacked Ron's arm "Told you she wasn't interested, you'd think after a year he'd realise that 'ay."

I laughed while Ron's face turned red, "You could've said something." He mumbled sheepishly.

Now I felt like a bitch, I should have known Ron was too thick to realise on his own, I put a hand on his shoulder "I'm sorry I didn't say anything. And you'd better not start annoying the crap out of me again." I said with a hint of warning in my voice.

Harry, Ginny and Ron all laughed at this which had me very confused, "What's so funny?" I asked, annoyed.

"You really think I'd piss off the most powerful witch in our grade? Someone who could probably beat most of the fifth and even sixth-year students?" He openly praised me with Harry and Ginny nodding along, causing my face to flush as I got embarrassed.

"Come on guys, shut up." I said with a big goofy grin on my face.

"You know you're Lovin' it." Ginny said with her own grin.

The four of us chatted for the rest of the night, not going to bed until very late at night, and during the rest of the two weeks before school, we would spend time with each other. We'd walk around the grounds outside the Weasley house and practice our magic together during the day, then talk the following night, sometimes all four of us, and sometimes I'd be alone with Ginny. During the weeks I quickly found myself enjoying the company of the two boys and decided that I'd consider them friends.