Ron jilted, and I'm on the prowl again

To be honest with you, I don't know why I didn't immediately feel ecstatic at what I did with Hermione. Perhaps I felt there may still be work to do if Hermione didn't call this whole thing off.

No, I think I did more than enough. I think it has easily got more to do with the fact I actually did it. It went so smoothly, down to every last detail, and even got treated with a nice cherry to pop. And that was surprising more than anything.

I didn't realise how much confidence I had in the plan, not until I stepped out that room. I needed to soak in such a momentuous moment, and that strangely took a while.

Without that scheming mind in practice I could already feel the conscience spitting on me in disgust. There have been werewolf transformations less destructive than mine. The woman I was merely a couple of months ago was a saint to the demon that sinned without remorse in that makeshift dressing room.

They say the first time you kill someone is always the one you regret most. This rang true also with knocking-up a bride-to-be a mere hour from her wedding to another, and stealing her life away.

Those that kill do one of two things, they swear to never kill again, or they keep killing so that you get used to not feeling remorse.

And that's what I had to do. I needed time to let things simmer down, plan the next move, and repeat the process when the time is right. If I stopped altogether, I wouldn't be able to live with myself. It was the only way to survive now.

So as I sat in my reserved seat, waiting for proceedings to begin and then end rather dramatically. I kept my conscience at bay by thinking off my next target.

It needed to be someone I was less acquainted with. Someone perhaps that I've only known in passing. Perhaps a person in turmoil and easier to manipulate. I'm sure if it hadn't have been for the surprise element and the pheromone-induced lust, Hermione would've been incredibly hard to seduce.

And obviously a pretty girl, veela had to look their very best. Has there ever been an ugly veela? I doubt it.

I thought about Lavender for a moment, but she was a bit of a dits. I want intelligent children...but put her on the back-burner for now. Also she'd not be a challenge at all, she'd probably jump at the chance of me fucking her.

Then I thought 'i'm at a very important social gathering with everybody-who-is-anybody in attendance. There was bound to be plenty of gossip'.

The harmonic chimes of the organ played the wedding march, bringing my mind back into the aftermath of my first conquest. I swivelled my neck backwards, like most other guests actually, and watched the approaching form of my first child's mother.

Hermione surprisingly wasn't crying, but most certainly wasn't smiling either. She faced forwards like a moving statue, legs stiff and all. Her father looked concerned for her, but like the rest he clearly presumed it was nerves she was stubbornly trying to control.

She never once looked my way, but I had a good feeling she knew where I was. I heard the murmurs of 'she's stiff as a board' alongside the complimentary comments. I meanwhile burned a hole in the side of her head, I never full-out told her I was confessing for her if she didn't. But I was positive she knew it regardless.

My cover story was as planned out as the initial act itself. Grandmere had even paid a very undesirable actor to play his part should I need to prove my story.

The story that Hermione confessed to me in that fifteen minute "conversation" that she was having cold feet. A moment of weakness with a charming journalist led to adulterous sex, in which she conceived a child.

I would swear that she told me to keep it between us, in exchange for my advice she didn't follow. When Hermione did not heed my advice to call the wedding off, I knew I had to do the right thing.

If they called my bluff the very man she had a one night stand with will barge in, reciting my cover story with all the drama you'd expect from an actor. And the pregnancy would be proof enough.

No matter what Hermione said after that, no one will believe her. And this would all end very messily, very quickly.

I also theorized Hermione would likely call off the wedding not long after our tryst, but it appeared she was stubbornly going through with it. Probably hoping and praying I keep my mouth shut.

I wasn't going to be stereotypical and object at the moment of asking, the moment that it was obvious Hermione would not confess, I will takeover.

I saw Hermione meet Ron at the end of the aisle. They faced each other, smiling face to neutral. And the next few moments felt like time slowed.

Ron smiled wider and took her hand. She immediately reacted by snatching her arm back and cupping her face with her hands. The murmuring grew noisier and it appeared Ron had gone into caring mode.

It was eventually all too much for Hermione.

"I CAN'T! IT'S RUINED!" Hermione screeched and the hall silenced. I could feel the smirk beginning to spread over my face, but I fought it back.

"What are you talking about?" Ron calmly asked. Ginny and Harry got involved too. Oh Ginny, I've definitely got plans for you, but you're gonna be a tough nut to crack.

"I can't! I can't do this to you! LET GO OF ME!"

Everyone daren't make a sound, and the three consolers around her quickly gave her space. She turned and the first place she looked was directly at me, before she panned through the rest of the crowd of stunned guests.

In that split second eye contact I saw anger and loathing I hadn't witnessed in her eyes before. It was quite frightening, and arousing.

She was addressing the room now. "This wedding can no longer happen. I want to marry Ron, but I can't. He, as do you all, need to know the truth." Her eyes hovered over me again. It seemed to feel like I was wrong and Hermione was preparing to embarrass herself by calling out me.

She may, or may not, have talked herself out of it. But she made up a story all the same. I was quite entertained to see her create a story of her own.

"I had an affair. I was nervous for the wedding and doubting myself, and this guy seemed to be a friendly stranger providing innocent advice. I didn't realise what I was delving into with his guy so I was taken by surprise. He took advantage, and my unthinking mind let him."

I couldn't hear what Ron said as it was so quiet, but I gathered his words through Hermione's response. "It's true. I'm so sorry Ron, it all happened so fast. It meant nothing to me, I wanted to just forget it happened and move on with you but..."

Ron's demeanour was very dark and cold "but what?"

Hermione was crying rivers as she finally revealed "I think I'm pregnant."

I never told Hermione about the fertility potion, so she doesn't know for sure whether I actually impregnated her or not. Perhaps that's why she tried to go through with it.

But it was a big load I filled her up with. The sexual position used was ideal for breeding purposes, and I was womb deep. Even without the potion I'm sure Hermione would still be carrying my sprog.

Then again if Hermione was on a contraceptive it may make fertilisation slightly more difficult. But not impossible as the fertility potion was stronger than the contraceptive.

I won't bore you anymore with the soap opera any further, not much happened after that anyway. The crowd dispersed in a flurry of shock, and I left with them knowing my work was done.

Well...not quite. There was a slight snag with what followed the disaster wedding. Ron and Hermione's relationship was destroyed beyond repair, and there was hostile treatment from Harry and Gimny too for Hermione. But the golden couple agreed to house Hermione for the sake of the unborn baby (which had been confirmed as fact by that point).

Chivalrous and kind-hearted even when the trust had gone.

I initially was beside myself with this news at first, but my grandmother was calm and undeterred. They could not survive long in the same house without trust. Ron was the wronged victim in her adultery, so Harry would side with him, as will his sister Ginny.

Hermione would show up to the manor of her own volition. There was worry in that she will always have a place with her parents, but they'd cross that bridge when they came to it.

Hermione had written to Fleur twice, in scrawl very unlike Hermione's neat style. The hatred in her words was fun to read. I particularly liked "your a woman I trusted, but the reality is you were always a sexual predator that fools the world, creating havoc in her wake". How novelistic of her.

I didn't approve of her quote "forcing me to birth your veela monster with your manky abomination because you couldn't make it as a woman". That stung quite a bit, I sure will punish her for that. And there was no forgiving calling my child such names. But I enjoyed her ire, and couldn't wait to match it with my sexual passion.

All that was left to do with the brunette Gryffindor brain, was wait for updates and hopefully her arrival at the manor.

But my mind was far from Hermione in the weeks that followed. Instead it was occupied on ensnaring my next target. And on the second week I found her.

Hannah Longbottom, formerly Abbott.

To set the story up I should explain how those came to be. Neville went back to finish his NEWTs with Hermione. Ginny and Luna were going into their final year as well. But without the boy company Neville tried to branch out a bit.

But instead of finding male company, Neville befriended Hannah. A girl who had crushed on him since fifth year, but he didn't know that.

They completed the year as friends and stayed in touch. Neville went on professional herbology courses and Hannah got a job at Aberforth's pub The Hogs Head. When Neville came back to teach Herbology at Hogwarts, following Sprout's retirement, he would visit the pub often.

Hannah fell in love with Neville, and within a year they were dating. Their wedding was actually the most recent to Hermione and Ron's shambolic one.

That was only half the story though, for there were heavy, plausible rumours that Neville isn't as endeared with the bargirl as she is with him. No, his heart belonged to someone else.

Luna Lovegood kindly rejected Neville's offer of a relationship in the aftermath of the battle of Hogwarts. Whilst he took it on the chin and tried to move past it, he simply couldn't extract her from his heart. Or that's what the rumours suggest.

The whimsical Ravenclaw became a great working partner with magi-zoologist Rolf Scamander, and eventually romantic partners. They travelled the world together with their mutual love and care for magical life. Which poor Neville followed rather expertly in some people's opinion.

Now, the recent rumours suggest that Hannah is as aware of this. She adores her husband and can't picture a life without him, so is clinging on to the idea of a perfect love-filled marriage.

That's what inspired my choice. And this one involved less planning than my first. I had to arrange a scapegoat for my being in Hogsmeade, I had to make sure Neville wasn't going to pop in or any other bar staff. And that's about it really, if the rumours are true Hannah will be fresh pickings with her heart in a twist. And if not, well there was always the approach I used with Hermione.

But I had more troublesome problems... involving my sister.

"Fleur, prenez votre petit déjeuner, il va faire froid." Apolline gestures at my barely eaten breakfast.

I placate her by chewing on my freshly baked croissant smiling angelically. I know it's hard to think of me as angelic these days, but my appearance hasn't changed.

As I was saying, Gabrielle could become a big problem to my plans. She's noticed my close relationship with Grandmere as of late. She also knows that I used to actively mock the veela in secret, therefore she was mightily suspicious about this change of heart.

She hadn't come out and said anything yet but I can see the suspicion in her eyes. Like right now, I don't think she's smiled at me once in her time at home during the summer holidays. Hopefully she'll be back to school before she gets any curious ideas.

"Ne trouvez-vous pas cela étrange Fleur, Hermione ne révélant sa liaison que lorsqu'elle se promène dans l'allée?" Gabrielle asks, she struggles with speaking English. But she sure can understand it fine. That's something I'm suspicious of.

"Strange? Not really, when the spotlights on you at a wedding your under so much pressure. You become overcome with emotions and before you know it you're spilling your secrets. It really didn't surprise me that Hermione had to walk down the aisle before she admitted the truth." I answered conversationally, knowing full well I was grating on her nerves with my logic.

Apolline joined the conversation "she really surprised me, but I think we're being too harsh on the girl. Human beings make mistakes, and they can ruin your life no matter what. Hermione could've come out with the truth weeks before and it would still result in a similar way."

"Cela ne semble pas juste, je pense qu'il y a plus dans l'histoire" Gabrielle stared thoughtfully at her food.

"Perhaps there is more that we're not aware of, but it's not our business to pry into." This was a disguised warning, that clearly encouraged Gabrielle's suspicions towards me.

My grandmother broke the growing sisterly tension as she entered the room. "Bonjour mes filles, j'espère que vous ne prévoyez pas de finir le petit déjeuner sans moi?"

"Of course Grandmere, there is plenty to go round so please join us." I assured her.

Apolline kissed her mother's cheek as she supplied her with a plate of her usual breakfast. Dried fruit and apple slices.

As Agnies softly chewed on a forkful of apple, she regarded me with an enquiry "have you told your mother about your trip to Scotland, Fleur?"

"Non. You're going to Scotland?" My mother asked me with surprise.

I knew this was a way to appease the family, but Grandmere really likes to put me on the spot. "Yes Maman, Hogwarts actually."

"Interesting, is it a visit?"

"Professor McGonagall has allowed me to do a special Care Of Magical Creatures class on Veela. I will be there for two days." That was my alibi anyway, I don't think anyone is going to go to the extremes of checking at the school to validate me being there.

"Oh, well do let me know how it goes won't you? You never know, it could be a good career opportunity."

Or an opportunity to find more concubines.

Gabrielle eyed me suspiciously once again. Honestly, if she's going to act all detective she could at least aim some suspicion at Grandmere, she's the person who started all this.

But forget about Gabrielle, Hannah is waiting for me in a pub in Scotland. She doesn't know it yet but soon her happy marriage will be exposed for what it is. A farce. What I'm providing her is leagues better than what Neville can give her. And I'll show her just how much.