I really appreciate everyone's support for my first fanfiction. Thank you to Nats-chan, who told me I didn't post the translations for the French sentences, totally slipped my mind. I used google translate so it should work in reverse, sorry about that my only language is English. I own nothing in any relation to the Harry Potter series or otherwise, just ideas and manipulating characters. Really OOC here for everyone. Please be kind, I'm still getting the hang of things. Enjoy!


Veela and Coffee Don't Mix

Sixteen year old muggle-born witch Hermione Jean Granger was so thankful for her understanding parents more than ever at that moment. Standing on a small balcony in the morning sunshine as she looked out to the glistening blue waters of the ocean; a sigh of content escapes her lips. She could die any second and be totally fine with that. It was turning out to be the best holiday she could ever imagine.

After suffering a long and torturous fifth year at Hogwarts with that horrendous 'teacher' if you could call her that and then that Ministry incident Hermione swore she knocked off a few years of life with that one, she was so glad to be free for one summer; A summer in France to be exact. Completely finished with her O.W.L's and returned home she was surprised when her girlfriend of nearly two years sent her owl with an invitation to stay at her luxurious beach house for the summer. Beach house was more like a beach estate but Hermione wasn't complaining. It took a little convincing but her parents reluctantly agreed and here she was, waking up to a beautiful day that was only to get better.

Leaving the railing to wander back into the room where a still sleeping occupant of the large bed laid sprawled with the sheets half tangled around her. Hermione sat herself on the edge and gently ran her fingers through long silky blonde hair, gently untangling any knots she came across after a night's sleep. The figure began to stir and open glazed blue eyes to the brunette before a lazy smile spread across their face.

"Good morning…you seem to sleep well" mumblings sounded as the lying occupant shifted under the sheets.

"Bonjour ma belle. Why are you up so early? Today we relax" she reached her arms out and pulled Hermione down back onto the bed and against her chest. "Maman and Père 'ave gone out for ze day and I 'ave you all to myself like zis. No one can interrupt us 'ere" she snuggled her face into the brunette girl's neck with a small giggle.

"I hate to break it to you oh affectionate one, but you have a younger sister within these walls remember? You know, small, blonde, looks like you…and your mother…and your grandmother…" Hermione had to stop herself there for a moment "Merlin. You Veela girls all look the same" she said to herself softly. "Least I know what your kids are going to look like" Hermione shifted round to face the still sleepy French witch who gave a half groan in reply to losing even a minor bit of bodily contact.

"Zey will be our bébés ma cheire. Little darlings I can spoil and lavish wiz gifts and 'ave my beautiful wife beside m…" she was silenced by a finger on her lips.

"Ok…stop right there. I haven't finished my schooling yet and you're going off in your vision of a future I know don't even want to think about for a few years to come. Move out of your parent's house first young lady" Hermione said right to the French witch's face which instantly became upset.

"You won't 'ave bébés wiz me...?" tears were starting to crowd those blue eyes causing Hermione to start panicking.

"No Fleur! I didn't mean it like that, I…" she was suddenly flipped over to lie in the middle of the soft mattress with a very happy Veela sitting on her stomach.

"So you will make bébés wiz me. Oh mon amour I knew you would see it my way. I zink we shall should right now" Fleur replied as she stole a deep and breath-taking kiss. Hermione couldn't help but respond with a moan, sliding her hands over toned arms to a slender neck where they circled and held. She felt her love grind against her body earning a shiver, but the moment was broken by a chuckle. Fleur pouted, she didn't like being laughed at. A Veela thing Hermione learned early on; they really hate being insulted. A soft hand traced across her cheek in apology, which she nuzzled into.

"You had your take last night Mademoiselle Delacour. Its morning, we're awake and I want to start my day. We can return to this later on but I want to see more of France. You, my darling girlfriend are going to show me, so up for the day" Hermione stated with an unwavering tone of reason.

"As your girlfriend I demand my payment in full right now" Fleur stole another kiss from the girl, hands sliding down to her ribcage. Once more she was gently pushed away.

"Ah, ah. No, bad little Veela. You get your reward after the chore. You should know me better than that" She gave Fleur a playful glare along with the tone. Fleur smiled.

"But I am a good little Veela…" she nuzzled her way down to Hermione's neck "You are never a chore to me ma belle. I will give you anyzing you wish. Ask and it is yours. Including me…" she placed light kisses over the skin as her hands went further down to curvy hips where they held, exploring, grasping.

"The one thing I want most…you can give it me Fleur…please…give it to me…" Hermione whispered sultry into her ear. Fleur groaned.

"I want breakfast. Now" Was all Hermione said as she grinned. Fleur blinked repeatedly down at her love completely stunned. It wasn't until she was pushed back onto her knees that she snapped out of it. By this time Hermione was already back on her feet and heading to the door.

"'Ermione! You are a cruel little…" Fleur finished her sentence with a grumbled growl as the brunette leaned against the door to her room. Hermione just giggled at the look of the poor denied blonde.

"You said what I wanted. C'mon sleepy head, the faster we get our day started the faster it will go. You'll have your night again baby. Don't worry so much" she said with a small smile. Her only reply was a grumble before the girl extracted herself from the bed and lazily followed Hermione out of the room.

They headed down to the kitchen hand-in-hand at a rather slow pace thanks to a still sleepy blonde not ready to begin her day. Hermione sat the girl into a chair before going to start their breakfast, their very English breakfast. She heard a low groan from behind, turning to see Fleur lying with her head on the table made her giggle.

"Fleur, it's not that bad. You told me you loved the food I made in the past. What's wrong now?" she didn't get any reply. The French witch supposedly fallen asleep at the table. Sighing quietly a thought came to mind.

"Fleur! Wake up for a second would you?" she started going through the cupboards looking for one particular item.

"What is it 'Ermione? I am still sleepy…" She looked at the brunette with her head at an awkward angle keeping it flat on the surface.

"Have you ever had coffee? I remember your father drinking it the other day. It's a good wake up call for late starters like you" A concentrated look grew across Fleur's face.

"I believe zere is. It should be up in ze shelf. But I've never 'ad coffee before amour. Mamon said zat we shouldn't touch it. It is Père's, plus she said it's nasty stuff" Hermione pulled down a cylinder container and grinned.

"It's just one cup, I'm sure your dad won't mind. The way you're going about yourself we need the energy boost or we'll never get anything done today" she went about making the girl a steaming cup, mind working on auto as she multi-tasked. Placing the heated beverage before the French witch and going back to finishing their breakfast; Hermione barely noticed Gabrielle entering the kitchen.

"Gabby. Good morning. You have a late start too?" she grinned as she placed the last of the toast onto plates. The youngest blonde nodded her head.

"Oui, I was up late reading. I must stop zat. Mamon says it's bad for me" she rubbed the last of the sleep from her eyes before she sat at the table.

"I can make you some breakfast if you want. I've just finished Fleur's and my own so…" she stopped in her tracks for a moment. "Where's Fleur?"

"I didn't see 'er leave as I came in 'Ermione" Gabby looked about the kitchen then out the door. "I zought it was only you in 'ere…"

"Geez, and she hasn't eaten yet either. What is wrong with that blonde today?" Gabrielle just giggled. Hermione passes over the breakfast meant for Fleur and the two begin enjoying themselves. Halfway through a mouthful, Gabrielle picks up Fleur's discarded cup.

"What's in zis? Argh..Smells 'orrible" She near threw thing away from her face. Hermione looked up.
"I gave Fleur some coffee to wake her up. She said you girls never had it before. Guess she liked it if it's all gone…" she just shrugs as she finishes her meal.

"You gave Fleur coffee?! 'Ermione zat's…" a large bang came echoing through the halls, freezing the girls in their tracks.

"What was that?!" Hermione said as she jumped out of her seat to look out the kitchen door, Gabrielle following behind her. It wasn't long before another loud smash echoed followed by a crash that sounded like glass shattering.

"Zis can't be good…" the two shared a look before slowly making their way down the hall. Rounding the corner all they found was a shattered window and curtains ripped to pieces. The corridor, now silence except for the light breeze flowing.

"Alright, now I'm starting to worry. Even in the world of magic this just doesn't happen. Except perhaps in haunted houses or…This isn't haunted right?" Gabrielle simply shrugged before they heard a thumping coming from the floor above then. What sounded like heavy footsteps making their way down to the far end of the house; every loud thump or crash only added the tension the two girls were feeling. They cringed every step that echoed its way through the floor.

"Well, I zink we found our culprit. Ze 'ouse is taking ze brunt of ze force too… 'Ermione!" following the older teen towards the staircase, Gabrielle had to jump two steps at a time to catch the other witch before they reached the second landing. She didn't know what to assume but this wasn't going to end well.

"Oh bollocks… This cannot be good…" Hermione groaned. The hallway was in a near state of total destruction. Paintings, curtains, furniture, everything was ripped apart. The carpet looked like it lost a fight with a very angry animal. The stone walls were cracked in odd places from ceiling to floor.

"Zis is what Mamon was warning us about. Veela's don't respond well to coffee or anyzing that gives excess amounts of energy. Our bodies cannot 'andle it. She said we can go out of control. Poor Fleur…" Gabrielle got a look of shock in return.

"Poor Fleur?! What about us! We'll have to clean this up before your parents get back or we are all dead!"

Standing at the far end of the hallway, hanging from a floor to high ceiling curtain was the mysterious destructive criminal, Fleur. Well not completely Fleur. Large black talons replaced delicate nails, downy feathers were producing from random point of skin up and down her arms, her feet half morphed into claws buried deep in the fabric. Sprouted from her back were two, large pristine feathered wings. The light streaming through the window made the feather almost sparkle in blue, purple and violet. It took Hermione a few moments of staring to actually realise what she was looking at. In her over energized state Fleur had released her Veela form but not to any full or rational extent. She was growling at the curtain and she tore it up but seemed to also be giggling to herself.

"We 'ave to stop her! She'll tear apart everyzing if we don't do…" Hermione and Gabrielle froze as they heard the giggling come to a high pitched end. Turning back to the scene they caught two very bright golden eyes staring at them. Like much of the blonde body small feathers had sprouted around the edge of her hairline, her teeth seemed almost sharper as she grinned in their direction.

"Why is she looking at us like that?" Hermione said as the creature formed girl dropped back to the floor. A skin crawling scratching came as her claws met the hard wood.

"If you 'aven't seen zat stare before 'Ermione, you are in for quite a surprise. Ze Veela a known for zeir determination when pursuing an agenda or in our case, a target. She wants…" Gabrielle replied as she hesitantly took a step backwards. Hermione was only a step behind her in the matter.

"I am sorry to disappoint myself, but she looks like she wants a little more than just us. What are we meant to do when being chased by a Veela?" by now Fleur was standing upright and looking very excited as her eyes glazed over the two young girls before her.

"Run!" With the cry as the signal Hermione boosted herself off back down the hall and nearest corner. The light footsteps following, Gabrielle was right on her tail doing her best to keep up. Sadly the sound of cracking stone and sharp scrapping also told her that so was the deranged Veela.

They ran down the landings stairs and into the nearest open room, the Dining Room.

"Let's hope her mind is hyped enough to think illogically!" Hermione closed the doors quickly before she led the girl round the long dark wooden table in some hope of defence. Soon as her words left her mouth the double doors burst open again, a large and rather terrifying Fleur standing there. Her wings were a flare and her talons ready.

"Come out little ones. Playtime 'as just begun" her voice haunting yet held excitement and eagerness. Hermione shivered.

"Fleur, perhaps you should relax a little…You are rather…I mean becoming…" she couldn't quite get the words out. All that was between her and the hyperactive barely changed Veela was a waist high table. 'God I wish I had my wand right now…' Hermione was a smart one but sometimes you just can't win them all.

"My little 'Ermione. I zought we were playing. No need for such a face ma belle. Someone must win and anozer will lose…" the grin however was sending the brunette a whole other message.

"Considering your state this is a rather unfair game Fleur. I am inclined to refuse to participate" She was using the time. Though she knew Veela's had very high senses and could move themselves at amazing speeds, Hermione had to keep Fleur still by using her head rather than her body. This was also giving a sneaking Gabrielle time to move slowly to the other entrance to the room. Saving one life is a good day for her.

"Any state zat will get me you I will gladly take fairly or otherwise" she took the chance to leap over the table, wings angling themselves to glide. Thankfully, or not Hermione's quick reflexes saved her this time and she dashed under the table to the door and raced out.

"Oh mon amour. You shouldn't run. It will only get you into trouble later" Fleur flexed her sharp talons a little at a juicy thought. "Oh 'ow I love trouble" the Veela stood atop the table, her feathers ruffling a little in excitement. Fleur licked her lips slowly before giggling.


"Ok, let's think this through carefully. Fleur has changed slightly into her more Veela like body. She has caffeine in her system and is running wild in the house with two under-aged witches trapped inside, one being her little sister with limited knowledge on the situation and the other the love of her life she can't seem to get enough of. Oh and to add to the matter I don't have my wand. Hermione Granger you know how to get yourself into these situations don't you" Hermione ran her fingers through her messy curls "Should really leave the dangerous stuff to Harry…"

Sulking in the corner of the library, she let her frustrations out in a heavy sigh. Sadly she knew this little hide away wouldn't keep her safe for long. If the rare Veela books were correct, Fleur would be able to find her in minutes. She needed a plan and fast. Her memory spun back to another occupant of the house just as there was a bang on the door soon followed by a moment of silence. A scraping sound sent shivers down her spine.

"'Ermione my love. I know you are in zere. I can smell you, oh so delicious. A parchment scent like ze books you read…ink zat I 'ave seen you spill over your fingers so… oh mon amour. Won't you come play wiz me? I want you 'Ermione. I need you…"

"…and hiding in the library doesn't give you any of those smells? Geez Fleur…I'm never falling for any romantic words from you ever again" Her sarcasm was revealing her level of impatience with this woman/creature.

The door crashed itself open against the wall; Hermione took off round the shelves hoping to either lose herself somewhere further in them or her assailant so she could double back. Luck was on her side this time, reaching a single exit that lead through a small room and back out to the hallway.

"I love mansions. Doors everywhe..!" she was grabbed and jerked quickly to the left into a dark room. Another hand was placed over her mouth as she tried to struggle against the arms retraining her.

"Shhh! Unless you want 'er to find us!" Gabrielle whispered harshly into her ear, eye trained on the door hoping it wouldn't burst open at any second. Hermione relaxed and sighed with relief, placing her hand on her fast beating heart. She tore the hand away from her mouth.

"Geez, if I didn't already know you Delacour's were high strung because of your heritage I would've shut you up in the nut house by now!" She was whisper yelling by that point and once again had a hand slapped over her mouth to shut her up. Her glare showed how much she enjoyed the treatment.

"And yet you are dating ze eldest daughter for ze past two years…" Hermione had to drop her expression at Gabrielle's look. A mumble coming from behind the pale hand sounded awfully like a 'touché'. A little smug with herself, the blonde released the poor English girl hoping she wouldn't try anymore smart mouthing.

"…I'll remember to tell your boyfriend the same once you finally have the nerve to get one…" A tapping sound made them both slap their hands over their mouth in terror. Eyes wide, hearts racing they watched as a shadow slowly made its way past the underside of the door.

"Where are you my little one? Don't do zis to me my love. I only want to 'old you and kiss you…and so much more…" the haunting figure gave off a rather spine shivering chuckle. Painstakingly slow, the shadow moved on at its own pace down the hallway till the sounds went silent. Hermione didn't realise she was holding her breath until she needed to breathe heavily. Gabrielle just looked at her fellow captive.

"I know you and my sister are close but I do not need to know anyzing on what you two do alone. Ok?"

"I wouldn't share anything with you in the first place Gabrielle it's all private…" she groaned. "Look, subject is closed never to be opened again. Agreed?" her response was a nod from the blonde. "Ok, let's think. We're trapped inside this place with a rampaging Veela on our tails. We really need a plan to get out of here" Gabrielle gave her a really pitiful look.

"You are ze brain around 'ere. Can't you zink of somezing zat will save us? If not from Fleur zen from Maman and Père when zey return?!" Oh the girl's faith in her, Hermione was so moved. And once again her sarcasm was coming out. Groaning quietly Hermione pondered.

"If we can get her locked in a room, we'll have time to fix the house. A bedroom maybe…?" Hermione didn't notice her hands doing unhelpful gestures while she talked.

"Ze coffee should be gone from 'er system by zen. We'll be safe from Maman and Père too!"

"Let's hope so. Bollocks! If I had my wand this would be so much easier…" she was a little taken aback with the small French witch pulled such a slim wooden item from behind her.

"I do not 'ave yours. But I do 'ave my own" she gave a small smile which was returned.

"It will have to do. Are you good with hexes? Charms?" Gabrielle's smile only grew into an almost evil grin.

"Why of course. My specialty if I do say so myself"

"You and Ginny would get along so well…On second thought, maybe it's better if you never meet" Hermione mumbled to herself. Gabrielle just gave her a confused head tilt.


Fleur was on such a high, she believed she was floating. The tapping her claws made on the solid floorboard corridors became the music of her hunt. Ruffling her wings and scraping her log sharp talons across any surface created an echo which only set her senses higher. Her brain was abuzz.

Oh how she marveled in this pure intense feeling. Such pure elation, if Fleur wasn't so focused on finding her one true love she would've taken to the skies, soaring high within the clouds and absorb the intense heat of the sun.

Through her haze filled mind she caught the scent. That single particular scent that she would know anywhere. Breathing in deeply added to her elation, a smile grew across her lips. 'That smell, that body that called to her. Soft curly hair she wanted to run her fingers through, smooth skin untouched by the sun's ray…'Fleur was working herself up too much too soon. She had to capture her prey first, and then dig in to her entrée, before stealing the girl off to enjoy her main course.


Hermione was slowly making her way up the staircase. Breathing in and out to each step she took, waiting and watching. She was really putting everything on the line for this to work. Her body especially.

"Come on Fleur…you found me before. I'm sure you will do it again. Merlin now I'm losing my mind here" she was grumbling under her breath as she came across another empty hallway heading to the girls bedrooms. "This is the time I need you to…"

"Need me to what my 'Ermione...?" Hermione froze mid-step before being thrown against the nearest wall, pinned there by a strong hot body. Fleur held the girls arms above her head, talons scraping themselves deep into the stonework. Her nose went straight to the brunette's neck and inhaled deeply.

"Mmmmm, oh mon amour" Hermione could feel the vibrations as the blonde hummed while she traced her nose all over her neck. It was soon followed by a soft touched kiss. She couldn't hold back the moan as Fleur bit her shoulder lightly, showing off her pointed teeth.

"Fleur, you are not yourself. I'm sorry I gave you the coffee but you…!" she was cut off by her own moan as the Veela bit her again, a smile making its way over her features.

"But zis is ze best zing to ever 'appen ma belle. Everyzing feels so amazing! Oh ze energy! I can feel it coursing zrough me so harshly! I love it"

"Fleur, Fleur. I know you are feeling a lot but you have to calm down a little. You're a little dangerous as this…" she looked to those large deadly talons inches from her wrists. Fleur followed her sight.

"Non non my love! I would never 'urt you. Never! I just want you" Fleur was staring deeply into the very worried chocolate brown eyes of the English girl. "I want you so badly. 'ave your body against mine, your voice screaming for me. To feel your magic pulse within you…I want it all" she retracted her hands to place her palms gently on the girls face, being very careful as she traced over check bones and hairline. "You are beautiful…so beautiful…" her voice was trailing off. Hermione noticed her eyes were changing colour. They were darkening quickly and she was getting worried. That colour meant that Fleur's mind was following one track and Hermione certainly didn't want that happening here. Not now. She flinched slightly when she felt the long talons slide down her sides then up again, hooking themselves under her shirt to slide over her skin. The shiver had the opposite effect on Fleur.

"You promised me I would get what I wanted later…it is later 'Ermione" she grinned, pressing herself forward to get another groan from the brunette. She wasn't disappointed.

"Fleur…this isn't the…We shouldn't…" Hermione couldn't control the strangled sounds she made while Fleur was exploring her body. Sliding her hands under her shirt all the while kissing every inch of skin she could reach. This wasn't going where she needed it too. Hermione was losing herself fast, it was now or never.

"I'm sorry Fleur…Gabrielle!" her shout echoed the hall, haulting Fleur for a moment. The girl zipped around the corner and flung a perfectly executed charm at the very confused Veela. Thrown back to crash onto the floor by the force of the spell she was fumbling to right herself. Her hexed mind couldn't fathom anything let alone organise the extra limbs she had in this state. Gabrielle had to push away her smug feeling of finally getting one up on her older sister in order to grab the starry eyed Hermione and near drag her down the hallway as fast as possible.

"We must 'urry! Zat 'ex won't last long. Please!" her voice was slowly getting through to the brunette.

Veela don't get pissed off easily. Intrude on their territory; they will fight. Insult them or their family; they will cause bodily harm if you were lucky. However, come between a Veela and her mate during an intimate moment and you will feel the wrath of the almighty above and the fire below. Fleur held the aura of death as she stormed her way down the corridor, caring little for the destruction she caused. Her eyes were black; feathers were on end and talons flared. Someone was going to get torn apart and she was going to relish in the feeling.

Fleur knew her mind was hazed curtesy to whatever spell her sister threw at her but she could see and feel; that was all she needed for her hunt. Instincts would do the rest. Catching the scent she sprung into a glide at high speed through the hallway before skidding at the corner. Standing there in her bedroom doorway was Hermione. She was clutching her stomach while giving her a look of utter terror. The Veela's heart stopped.

"Why Fleur? Why did you do this to me?...I thought you…loved me…" she was crying now. Hermione lift her hands from her stomach, they were covered in dark liquid. Fleur's insides constrict and twisted in agony. Her body acted on its own accord.

"Non..Non! Non ma belle! I would never..!" she lunged herself forward to her love, arms wide in hopes of a heartfelt embrace. What she got however was nothing. She fell right through the illusion and into her room. Crouching on the floor, her wings folding in around her body slowly, mind withdrawing in turmoil. "Ma belle…non…"

Her eyes snapped to the sounds of footsteps at her room's door. There stood her love. Hermione was panting slightly with a look of exhaustion on her face, yet she held no injury. No stain upon her shirt. Her sister appeared over the brunette's shoulder.

"I'm so sorry Fleur. Please forgive me. But we have to do this" her words were heavy and she tried to convey her guilt but she forced her eyes away and slammed the door closed.

Gabrielle placed the locking charm over the door. She then gently rubbed the poor girls back.

"I know zat was difficult…but it was ze only way she would…"

"I know Gabby…I know. It worked didn't it? We got her in a safe place to cool her head while we fix up the house before your parents return" she cut the blonde off before sighing heavily. " We've got our work cut out for us. Even with magic, you're the only one with a wand. We might as well get started…" Gabrielle heard every ounce of sorrow and guilt in those words. She knew the English girl hated herself for making Fleur believe she'd done such a thing to Hermione. But they were both strong, they'd work through it. She hoped. The parents would be home in a few hours and they had a lot of work to do. They both were dreading this.


There was a gentle knock on the door only to get no reply. Hermione guessed that would be the best especially after her earlier actions.

"Fleur…I know you're mad at me…well totally pissed off and not want to talk to me again for the remainder of the trip if you like but…I brought you dinner" she didn't like the silence that was her only friend coming from the room. "I'm coming in alright…?" the locking spell Gabrielle placed earlier broke as the door was opened from the outside; the counter for the charm.

The room was near in pitch darkness, the curtains were drawn blocking the evening sun, no lamps or any candles were lit. Thanks to the hallway brightness, Hermione found her way to a small table to gently place down the tray. Turning around she tried to find anything in the room.

"Fleur. I'm really sorry for what I did. I know it must've been the worst thing you would ever wish to see but we…" Hermione couldn't finish as she spoke to the darkness. She decided to just leave. Hopefully the blonde will forgive her tomorrow. She turned once more just before leaving the room. "I'll stay in one of the guest bedrooms tonight, so you can have your space" However the door was slowly closed behind her blocking the corridors light. Standing behind it was the only other presence in the room.

"You will not go anywhere 'Ermione" Fleur was glaring hard at the younger teen, her eyes still holding their golden tinge and a very dark edge. She could see the girl shiver and take a few steps backwards. The hours were long for the confined Veela. Coming down from the extreme emotional feelings both from her coffee induced high and the excruciating grief of seeing her love in blood did a number on her conflicting mind and body.

"I'm really sorry. We didn't know what else to do! You lost yourself to your Veela and we couldn't just leave you as you were!" in an instant the taller girl was inches before the brunette, staring up into those eyes Hermione was stiff.

"I wasn't lost my 'Ermione. I only wanted you. I wanted to show you everyzing I am willing to give you. My love, my body, my soul. It is yours" she gently traced her fingers down the girl's cheek. The younger teen noticed the talons had returned to their beautiful manicured fingernails, feathers were gone from the girl's skin. Her head was snapped back up to look into darkening eyes. Fleur's expression was hard "You did not want it…Instead I will take you…" her voice held a cutting edge Hermione hadn't heard before but then a grin broke across the blonde's features.

"Fleur…maybe this isn't the best…"

"Oh non. Zis is an excellent idea. Don't worry, I won't leave any marks upon zat delicious skin"


Madam and Monsieur Delacour returned home from they're trip just as dinner was being served. Gabrielle greeted them both with a big hug before they took their places at the table. They ate in relative silence with Gabrielle asking questions on how their work went in Paris. While her husband told their youngest, Apolline took a moment to notice the duo missing from their family dinner.

"Gabrielle, dear…Where is your sister and her darling little girlfriend?" it was common for the family to speak their native language when Hermione wasn't present. Not out of any disrespect or insult but it just came naturally and without thought. Sometimes they forget even with the girl in the room, apologizing she normally just giggled and let it slide. Hermione said she's been learning so she wasn't all helpless. The comments that came from her girlfriend at such times made many situations awkward quickly.

"They are up in Fleur's room. Hermione said she wanted to talk to Fleur so I left them alone for a while" she went back to finishes her last few mouthfuls. Apolline nodded her head.

"They did not have any dinner? I should take some up to them perhaps"

"Oh no no. Hermione took a tray up with her. She made this just before you came home. Wanted something to help smooth things over with Fleur" Apolline composed the need to reprimand her daughter for interrupting but let it go this once. She was in a good mood after her day.

"I hope it worked then. This was delicious" Gabrielle nodded to agree with her father.


Hermione woke to darkness and a really heavy feeling all over her body. The first she learned was because she was in an enclosed room lying face down into her pillow. The second was a body lying almost possessively on top of her, restricting movement. A little fiddling around on the side table before a light blared making her cringe and blink repeatedly.

"Why must Lumos be so bright? Augh, what is the time?" still trying to adjust her vision and search the side table for her watch. Glaring at the small thing she had to squint to read the hands. "It's near midnight. Geez Fleur" at the mention of her name the second body occupying the bed shifted and realised unconsciously that her heat source and comforting pillow had moved away from her slightly. Fleur groaned, as to what Hermione could guess many things.

Countering the charm with a flick, Hermione shifted to get up. The strong arm wrapped tightly around her waist however wasn't letting her move very far. It instead constricted to bring her back into the centre and snuggled up nicely to the still sleeping Veela.

"Even in your sleep you are clingy and unnegotiable" a small smile grew. "What am I to do with you Fleur? I guess feed you, entertain you, and love you is a must; But I expect the same in return you know"

Deep in sleep, off in a world that made no sense to anyone. A happy little Veela was dancing around in pure joy. She was content to stay there for as long as possible; then to wake up to even more happiness that was her love.


Hey guys, another little one-shot on everyone's fav pairing. I don't have a Beta so any grammar blame on my editing skills. I want to point out this is in no way related to my other story. I have been thinking possible pre/sequel to 'Veela Affection' to give a little background for that one so for now they are in different worlds.

Please don't be angry with me, I can't write smut yet. I haven't tried and I didn't want to risk it. Just use your imagination; I'm sure it's just as good as anything I could come up with. I wrote all French in bold this time round, so much easier for us all. I'm sure everyone can get the few French words in there.