Veela and her wolf

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Italics are Hermione's thoughts

Daughter of the dark and moon

hidden in mud

Will meet her match with a bird of prey

Their union will be realized in a fury of

Fur joining feathers.

Destined to turn the tide

of the greatest war

Their love will save us all

Hermione

Hermione found herself chatting excitedly with her fellow Gryffindors in the great hall. The first years had just been sorted and were waiting for Dumbledore to continue on with this year's announcements...like every year they had a new DADA teacher...why this was a problem was beyond Hermione. Anyway, the new professor looked shifty as ever...so he totally looked like he should have been teaching children...

Rumors had gone around that something big was coming this year and Hermione hoped to stay out of any trouble this year.

Dumbledore continued and announced they were hosting the Tri-Wizard Tournament this year. The Bulgarians and Beauxbatons were visiting this year to compete in the apparently deadly competition. Sounds like a great idea for children to compete in...

All of a sudden the doors slammed open and young men rhythmically slamming sparking walking sticks marched in chanting ending in an impressive fire show.

"That's Victor Krum!" Ron exclaimed. Oh goody Mr. Quidditch arrogant pants is here this year, maybe it will make Ron stop pursuing me...just look Ron's having a mangasm over there...

Hermione looked over to where Ron was pointing and noticed the quidditch star staring at her...woah way creepy...really not my type creepy McCreeperson...

Once the Durmstrang school was directed to sit with the Slythryns and had settled, a most alluring sound caused everyone to turn and look. The French school entered the hall and exuded sexuality with every nuanced step. Hmm might be a good year after all...Hermione smirked to herself, she had her fun with a few of the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff beauties above her year, all discretely of course by their own asking, but these women were a whole other level of classic beauty.

The beauxbatons were a proud school comprised entirely of Veela. These wonderful creatures were very sexual in nature, strong, fiercely independent, and protected what was theirs to the death. While very beautifull, they would only ever truly love their mate, which some would search their whole life to find.

This group seemed to almost float across the hall spelling butterflies, thrall, and flowers as they went. Followed by the most beautiful of them all Fleur Delacour, whom at the end of their show did the most delicate and beautiful show of a butterfly and flower spelled dance anyone had ever seen. She was both elegant and sexual at the same time.

Once Hermione laid eyes on the blonde bombshell form she was hooked, not in the drool over a Veela Thrall way that Ron was unconsciously doing, but she was intrigued. A weird almost sense of longing she felt towards her. Well that's weird...maybe I'm just hungry...

Dumbeldore had the French beauties sit with the Ravenclaw table and began drolling on about the rules of the deadly tournament that 4th years and up could enter in. Honestly she had tuned it out halfway through because she was trying to get a glance at the blonde goddess. Try as she might she never got a chance to look in the beauty's eyes.

The feast began and predictably Ron began stuffing his face. Harry was saying how he was absolutely not entering the tournament, but was sure somehow he would be dragged into this mess this year. Ron scoffed at that saying obviously he, Ron would he Hogwarts champion. Ron only wishes Hermione thought. What a tragic mess that would be if he was the 'champion'...Hermione loved Ron like a brother, but seriously he could be a bit of a dolt sometimes

Seeing as she would not be able to garner the beauties attention Hermione finished her meal and retired early for the night to the Gryffindor tower to re-read one of her favorite muggle books.