Very Nearly Veela

Disclaimer: It\'s JK Rowling\'s world, I just play with her characters.



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Chapter 6 - A Moment of Clarity



It felt as if a fog was slowly thinning in her head, her once tired senses sharpening. She groaned as her consciousness returned, feeling horrible. She tried to roll over, and let out a small pained noise for her efforts. She was sore, everywhere, it seemed. Her lower regions seemed to suffer the most.



After some effort, she made it to her back, and stopped moving. The pain lessened, and she forced herself to open her eyes.



Where the hell was she? White, everywhere. Crystal and glass and marble all twisting together to form the bedroom she inhabited. She herself was lying in a soft bed, white silk wrapped around her. She frowned at it, running her hand across the material. The movement pained her shoulder, a sensation she tried her best to ignore.



For some reason, her sense of touch seemed dull. It was like her hand was numb, because she couldn’t really feel the texture of the silk clearly. She bunched a bit of it, rubbing it between her fingers thoughtfully. Her digits were not clumsy or heavy; it was simply her sense of touch that was altered.



Or perhaps it was what she was touching? She made to touch her own stomach, for comparison, when the curtain draped in the doorway was moved and a gorgeous man walked through. The immediate rapture she found herself in distracted her from her previous examination, and she stared in wonder at the godlike being before her.



The fog that had been in her head returned, though not as intense as before, and she felt as if his very presence engulfed her. The man smiled, and all thoughts disappeared, replaced only by him.



“Hello, Hermione. Your transformation is complete. Please, follow me to the garden. It is time for you to be named.” His voice was deep and melodic. Undeniably masculine, and she felt compelled to obey. The thought of denying him anything was foreign and sinful.



She rose, and found that her body had stopped protesting. She walked to the man, smiling woozily.



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The affects of the Veela on the girl were unexpected. The initial surge of power had waned, and she could no longer be passed off as a full Veela. She was still undeniably human, but it seemed that her looks had been slightly altered, which was surprising. Her hair was still a deep brown, but the ringlets were silky, controlled. It had also grown, but that was not unexpected, considering they had bathed her in an elixir meant to speed up the human female’s growth facilities, ensuring their absolute health. It also made them more susceptible to pregnancy, fancy that.



Morthan did feel a pang of regret at their actions, as he saw the girls sharp eyes cloud over, but he reaffirmed with himself that it could not be helped. This was a matter of their species survival.



Besides, with any luck, he would be the male to take her tonight. He was already anxious. It was not her beauty that so captivated him, but the difference between her appearance and the female Veela. After a few centuries, there beauty had dulled in his eyes, as they all looked exactly the same.



This girl before him, though, with her dark hair and eyes contrasting her pale skin, and her unique features…



Well, he could see why his female counterparts didn’t object to mating with humans.



He allowed the girl to take his arm, noting that she was still completely nude. Her state of dress seemed the farthest thing from her mind, however, as her eyes gazed up at him with drunken adoration.



Of the Veela, he had looked at this situation the most objectively. He had simply seen an opportunity for the continuation of his species, whilst the other male’s opinions seemed tainted by their desire to take the new woman.



That seemed to be an equally important opportunity in their, as after years of being sequestered in the same dying place, the same women coming and going, such a blessing was not to be passed up.



Still, Morthan once again felt that stab of guilt. They were, in essence, raping this girl. He remembered the Veela who had been forced by a human, and how broken she was even after they discovered the babe growing in her womb. That was considered the reason she had not cared for it properly. Her emotions had blocked out logic, and the other Veela had not foreseen her reaction until it was too late, else they would have taken the baby themselves.



Morthan stopped his trek to the garden, through the illusioned halls, to once again look at the girl. She looks so trusting, so blissfully happy. She was completely under his power, and he felt horrible for taking her free will. Just last night, she had been used thoroughly by two of his fellows, incapable of fighting back, even worse, of even thinking to fight back, and now she continued to obey him dutifully.



Lost in his own thoughts, he failed to notice that he had not been forcing his aura onto her as strongly as he should have, and when he looked again, he was alarmed to find her eyes gaining clarity, her lips thinning and tensing, and her brows furrowed in both confusion and effort as she attempted to fight off his presence.



Immediately, he pushed his power out, overwhelming her, as her face slacked into an expression of utter relaxation.



He made note that it now took much more effort to keep her unaware. Perhaps she was growing immunity to the Veela? If so, it was increasing rapidly, since only last night she had been completely vulnerable.



He shook his head of all these debilitating thoughts. Sentimental attachment to the girl would only cause complication. Still, Veela were very emotional, even the males. And it would be impossible to avoid feeling some sort of connection to the woman. She was the key to saving their species, after all, if unknowingly. She would become a Mother, the only female capable of bearing Veela children. They couldn’t keep her under their power constantly, and if they wanted more than one, they’d have to approach her for consent eventually.



The idea of her saying “no” was too horrible to consider, but that was a chance they were inviting on themselves, the longer they took advantage of her.



Would she be able to forgive them for their actions? He doubted it, but continued to lead her to the newly created “garden” anyway.