They say Veela's charm affects anyone who’s attracted to women, and Hermione definitely learns that the hard way when you walk through the door of the Great Hall.

There’s a collective gasp as the Beauxbatons students enter, but their reaction is nothing compared to when you walked in.

The half-Veela beauty, draped in elegance and powdered blue uniform. The foreign beauty that made a Durmstrang boy walk into the lake by accident, the one that everyone couldn’t stop talking about. 

Hermione tries to convince herself it’s jealousy, that she’s just annoyed with how everyone just bends around you. But whenever you smile she feels like her heart is going to burst out of her chest, that somehow her feelings override all rationality and logic. 

It isn’t jealousy, it’s a need — not to be you, but to be with you.

She catches herself watching you in Potions class, distracted by your presence once again. You’re struggling with a particularly aggressive Chinese Chomping Cabbage, clearly frustrated with how it keeps snapping too close to your fingers. She can hear Ron and Seamus whisper to each other, devising a plan on how to approach you with their nonexistent expertise. 

Hermione marches over to your station with the chopped root in her hands, silently cursing herself for failing to talk herself out of this foolishness. 

“..I have some extra.” Her voice comes out embarrassingly soft, making her feel like she’s going to burst from embarrassment. “You can use mine.”