AN: Sorry this chapter is going up a bit late. My husband and I were out for most of the day, but I didn't forget! Enjoy!

"Show me love, show me life

Baby show me what it's all about"

Show Me Love by Robyn

Chapter 7

Days turned to weeks as we prepared for the final challenge. We didn't have much of a clue as to what it would entail, which only forced us to train harder. Fleur and I practiced nearly every day before breakfast and after classes.

Which was exactly what we were doing now.

"I'll try not to be too 'ard on you zis time," the Veela grinned, taunting me.

"You wish—I let you win last time." That wasn't the truth, but she didn't need to know. Of course she knew her victory was fair; she was an incredibly talented duelist. I would have to step up my game today to take back some of my dignity, as I had been made to look like a fool. Fleur was going to see just what I was made of.

She giggled, "Of course you did, mon amour. Zat is why you ended up as an adorable bunny. Not so fierce zay way, are you?"

I growled lowly, not happy about my power being questioned. "Then why don't I show you just how fierce I can be." I raised my wand, pointing it at my mate, ready to strike and defend at a moment's notice.

She raised a brow, teasing me more. "Should I be afraid?"

"Confundo!" I shouted, trying to throw the Veela off her guard. She threw up a quick Protego, blocking my attack, before shooting out an Everte Statum.

I felt myself flying backwards, using a spell to slow my descent and land softly. Fleur was running after me, an excited grin on her face. She was clearly enjoying herself. Guess I should cut her fun short.

Using a silent Culloshoo, Fleur's feet were glued to the ground, causing her to fall forward. I snorted as her smile disappeared. "What's wrong, love? Tired already?"

"Stupefy!"

I threw up my own shield seconds before the attack hit. It crackled against the barrier, and I looked back to see Fleur had risen to her feet, free from her place. She shot out spell after spell at me, which I was barely able to deflect all of them, dodging out of the way for those I couldn't deflect.

Deciding it was time to go on the offense, I figured I would have some fun with my mate. "Obscuro!"

Suddenly, Fleur was blinded, the spell she launched at me missing its target. I launched a quick Incarcerous as the Veela tried to remove the blindfold, tying her up before she could see again. Right after, I used a silent Carpe Retractum, not wanting Fleur to know what I was doing.

I pulled her towards me, grabbing her to stop the momentum, pressing my lips to hers with great force. "Imagine how much fun we could have with you like this," I whispered, my tongue trailing along my mate's neck before I nipped on her ear. She shivered in my grasp, and I couldn't help but grin.

Releasing her from her binds, I removed the blindfold and turned away. "Where are you going?" she pouted as I left her behind.

"The Great Hall. I'm hungry. Besides, I think it's safe to say I won this battle, so why don't you join me for some food?"

She jogged up to me, intertwining our fingers. "I know somezing else you can eat," she replied seductively. I chuckled and shook my head. "You're not going to keep me imagining what we could do like zat, are you?"

I glanced at the frustrated Veela. "Yes, actually, as a matter of face I am. Like I said, I'm hungry. And I have a bit of homework to do later. Sorry, love, I'll make it up to you, promise."

A frustrated huff made me chuckle. "You're going to regret teasing me like zis."

I snickered, "Oh, don't worry, I plan on paying up. Just not now." With that, we entered the school and fell into the crowd of students heading for dinner. I kissed Fleur's hand and released her to join my friends.

"How was training?" Ginny asked as I sat next to the redhead. I noticed her brow arched up, clearly amused.

"Merlin, Ginny, get your head out of the gutter," I chided. "We're very serious about the tournament—we don't want to get hurt. Just because we disappear twice a day doesn't mean we're doing anything."

"Uh huh, so then when's the last time you two called it an early day?"

I blushed lightly and pushed her, nearly causing her to fall from her seat. She burst out laughing as she corrected herself. Harry was simply shaking his head, a humored grin showing his siding with Ginny. Ron's face wasn't as red as it had been early on, but there was still a tinge of pink to his cheeks.

"Merlin, guys, we're not that bad," I defended. Just because we had sex every few days didn't mean I had to endure my friends teasing.

"Alright, fine, I'll let you go this time," Ginny relented. "So, are you confident for the last challenge?"

I shrugged, "Not much to prepare for, as we're kind of going in blind. I'm confident in my skills, but if it's anything like the first two challenges, it's going to throw me for a loop." I hated not knowing what was in store for me, not being able to prepare properly and come up with a strategy that would secure mine and Fleur's safety and victory.

"Don't worry, 'mione, I know you'll do great. You've excelled beyond expectations so far, and I know you won't lose easily," Harry commented. I smiled, hoping my brother was right, though I couldn't help but feel anxious.

The closer the final challenge drew, the more uneasy I felt. It was almost as if I could feel dark forces moving about, and it put me on edge. I had to be prepared for anything, but I wanted to hope it was just my imagination. Something told me, instinct perhaps, that this tournament wasn't going to end well.

When dinner was over, I made my way to the library with Fleur. I had an essay due for Potions in a few days, along with some questions for Transfiguration.

Breathing in the parchment in the large room, I smiled, feeling myself relax as we made our way back to our table. I set my beaded bag down and pulled out my homework, quickly getting to work.

A few people were talking softly, the only sound other than the scratching of my quill. Fleur had watched me for a little bit before turning her attention to a book on runes.

I sighed, sitting back to stretch the stiffness from my joints. Fleur's hand slid down and gave my knee a soft squeeze before returning to flip the page of her book. I smiled as I looked at my mate. I loved how invested she was in what she was reading.

It took her several minutes to realize I had stopped working. Glancing at me, she noticed me smiling at her and blushed. "What? Why are you looking at me like zat?"

I shrugged, "No reason really. Just thinking of how much I love you and how amazing you are." Her blush darkened as her eyes shifted away. "No, don't look away. I want to see your beautiful eyes."

Shyly, she turned back to me. "I never zought anyone would make me feel ze way you do. I love you, 'ermione."

"I love you, too, Fleur," I breathed, leaning over to kiss my gorgeous mate.

She smiled as she pulled away. "Why don't you finish your work so you can walk me back to ze carriage?" I quickly complied, working quicker, though making sure I remained thorough. I didn't want to make any mistakes and risk tarnishing my perfect grades, as Snape was always looking for a way to knock me down.

When I finished, I gathered my belongings while Fleur returned her book to the shelf. Taking her hand in mine, we made our way back to the carriage, making small talk along the way.

"Do you still want to meet in the morning to train? We could always go for a fly through the forest instead if you want. Stretch our wings a bit," I offered as we stood by the door to the carriage.

The blonde contemplated this for a moment. "I zink it would be nice to go for a leisurely fly, non? I enjoy seeing mon dragon. I like 'ow 'appy you are in zat form."

I smiled, "Yeah, I do like the way I feel. It's so different than being in this form. Alright, I'll meet you after sunrise and we can go for a short flight." She nodded, and I leaned over to kiss my mate, pulling her into an embrace. "Sleep well, my love."

"Bon nuit, mon amour." I watched as Fleur disappeared inside before turning and heading towards the common room. I was looking forward to the next morning, excited to relax instead of worry about the tournament that was less than a month away, in the middle of April.

When I woke, I quickly got dressed and made my way back to the Beauxbatons' carriage. Fleur was just stepping out as I arrived.

We exchanged greetings before joining hands and walked to the Forbidden Forest.

Making sure we were alone, I stripped my clothes before pushing the transformation. It was so quick that it sounded like several instantaneous snaps as my bones changed into my draconic form. The pain only lasted a few seconds, and I was spreading my wings out once it dissipated. I was proud of my true form, and I could feel Fleur admiring me as well.

Turning to her, she pulled her own shirt off and let the multitude of feathers sprout up over her body, her own wings bursting from her back.

"Hello, beautiful," I smiled, moving to my mate to kiss her.

"Bonjour, 'andsome."

"Care for a fly?" She chuckled and nodded. I took her hand and, with a powerful flap of my wings, lifted off the ground. I made sure she was steady with her own wings before we started off, passing through the trees, twisting and turning as we picked up speed.

We danced in the air, crossing paths as we weaved through the forest, laughing and enjoying the freedom our true forms brought. After nearly half an hour, we returned back to our clothes, breathing hard from the laughter more than the exertion. I changed back first, giving my mate a peck on the lips before pulling my shirt over my head.

She beamed, dropping her feathers as her wings receded. Leaning down to pick up her own shirt, she hesitated, seeming to pale.

"Fleur, what's wrong?" I asked, concerned at the sudden change.

After several deep breaths, she shook her head and smiled. "Nozing, mon amour. I'm alright; per'aps just a little light 'eaded from ze flight. No worries."

I frowned, still worried about her. "Maybe we should take a break for a bit. We have been pushing ourselves lately. I don't want anything happening to you, but you'll be even more at risk if you're not feeling well. Promise me you'll tell if you feel worse. I can carry you back to the school if you need."

She shook her head. "Non, I promise I'm alright. Just needed to catch my breath. See? Much better."

I continued to eye her warily, trying to gauge her health. We started to walk back towards the school, hand in hand. All around us, birds chirped excitedly as other creatures stirred in search for breakfast. The forest was starting to show signs of life after the harshness of winter.

I was enjoying the scenes around us as we neared the entrance to the forest when Fleur stopped. I turned to her, my concern only growing as I noticed how off her coloring was.

"Fleur, are you alright? Why don't I get you to Madame Pomfrey? She will be able to help with whatever is wrong." The Veela shook her head, taking several deep breaths to try and calm whatever was wrong with her.

The next instant, however, she was bent over, wrenching up fluids. I hurried to her side, rubbing her back in a soothing manner as I held her hair away. She stayed like this for several moments before standing back up, wiping her mouth. I knew that this wasn't normal. Witches and wizards didn't usually get sick, as magic tended to prevent bacteria from manifesting into anything.

"I'm sorry about zat. I feel better now," she managed, trying to catch her breath from the attack.

"No, you're going to see the nurse. Do you have an idea of what might be wrong with you?" I asked, pulling Fleur's hand to take her to the medical wing of the school.

She resisted, yanking her hand back. "I don't need to see ze nurse. Zere really isn't anyzing she can do for me anyways. I didn't mean for zis to 'appen…"

I huffed in disbelief. "Fleur, you can't help it if you get sick. It happens sometimes. It's not your fault, nor anyone else's. Well, I hope not, otherwise I'm going to go have a little chat with that person."

"I'm not sick. Not really, at least."

"You just threw up! That's pretty indicative of an illness. How long has this been going on?"

She bit her lower lip. "Ze zrowing up? Not long…"

"But you've felt sick for longer? Fleur, why didn't you tell me? How could you hide this from me? Are you…Are you dying or something…?"

The blonde laughed heartily. "Non, I'm not dying. It's nozing bad, I promise. I just don't want to talk about it right now."

"Well I don't care if you want to or not, because we are going to discuss what's wrong with you right here and now. I won't let you train or push yourself anymore. I'm not going to let you risk getting sicker."

"'ermione, I'm not sick. I'm pregnant."

I blinked, not registering what my mate had just said. "Wait…What?"

The Veela smiled softly, taking my hands in hers. "I'm pregnant, mon amour. I'm with child."

My gaze fell to Fleur's stomach, trying to comprehend what was going on. "You're…pregnant?"

"Oui, I am. I didn't want to tell you because I know you would worry about me with ze tournament and everyzing. I can 'andle myself still. I may be pregnant, but I'm not inept."

I could feel tears well in my eyes as a flurry of emotions coursed through my being. Looking back into cerulean eyes, I saw how soft and full of love they were. "Fleur…Are you serious?"

She nodded, a warm smile gracing her lips. "We're going to 'ave a baby."

My mind struggled to wrap around the reality of the situation. I felt fear and joy and happiness and worry. But more than anything, I felt overwhelming love. For my mate. For the child that was growing in her.

I wrapped my arms around her, not as tight as usual, as I didn't want to risk hurting her or the baby.

"Oh my God, we're going to have a baby!" I cried, the tears finally falling. I released her and dropped to my knees, pressing my hands against her stomach. "Hello, baby, I'm your…father? Mother? I don't really know what I am."

Fleur laughed lightly and pulled me up, pressing her lips against mine. "We can figure zat out later, hmm?"

I nodded, knowing we had time. As my mind worked in overdrive to process everything, I was suddenly overcome with anger, and I pushed back, stepping away from Fleur. She instantly looked down, figuring what was coming.

"How could you hide this from me? Do you have any idea how much this changes things? Fleur, you can't risk yourself or the baby. I can't believe you let me fight you and hurt you! I can't believe you didn't want to tell me! Do you know how that makes me feel?"

"I know, mon amour, but you 'ave to understand…"

"No, Fleur, I don't understand! You're pregnant for Merlin's sake! What if I caused you to miscarry or something! I would despise myself! I wouldn't be able to forgive myself, and quite frankly, I'd probably never forgive you for not telling me so I could be careful. This isn't something you could have hidden forever, Fleur, this is a huge deal. It's extremely huge. We're going to have a baby…"

The Veela sighed, knowing she had messed up greatly. "I know, I just…I didn't want you to worry about me…"

"How could I not? I love you, and I don't want anything to happen to you. Ever. Now that I know you're pregnant, I can't allow you to be so reckless anymore. Does anyone else know?"

"Madame Maxime does, but I made 'er swear secrecy. She did ze test for me."

"Merlin, Fleur, why wouldn't you tell me…?" I felt truly betrayed. This was the biggest shock I had ever dealt with—more so than finding out I was a male dragon, and more than finding out I was mated to the most amazing person in the world. I felt like she had stabbed me in the back by not telling me. I had thrown some dangerous spells her way. They may not have been unforgivable, but I had no idea how they would react with an unborn child.

"Because I knew you would freak out like zis. I'm not saying you're wrong—I should 'ave told you. But we're alright, mon amour, I promise. One of ze zings about Veela is zat our bodies are designed to 'elp ze baby survive no matter what. Even if somezing serious 'appened to me, so long as I lived, ze baby would as well. It's nearly impossible for us to lose a child."

I huffed. "That doesn't make much of a difference during a death tournament, Fleur."

"I know, and I'm sorry. I was going to wait and surprise you after ze tournament. Zat way, whatever 'appens, we would still be winners in our own way. Please forgive me, 'ermione. Please don't 'ate me…"

Sighing, I moved to embrace my mate. "I don't hate you. I could never hate you. I love you with everything that I am; I just worry so much about you. More so now than before, if that's even possible. I'm going to be even more protective and overbearing now. And I don't want to hear you complain. I will use my dominance to make you take things easier if I have to."

She chuckled, "I wouldn't expect anyzing less, mon amour. Zank you for not 'ating me. Zank you for staying with me."

"How could I not? You're carrying my child. That's so hard to believe. It's going to take some time to fully comprehend."

She nodded, "I know it will, and zat is alright. We 'ave time."

I smiled, kissing her once more. "Come, let's go feed you. Now that you're eating for two, I'm going to be making sure you're taking care of yourself. All the nutrients and vitamins and rest and fluids. No complaining, understood?"

"Mmm, per'aps a little complaining, so long as I get reminded of my position," the Veela stated with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. I chuckled. Of course she would still be aroused.

"We should probably keep it from our friends, but I think it would be wise to tell Dumbledore and McGonagall. They will be able to help us. Your family should probably be told as well. Merlin, what will my parents think…"

"Which ones?" she chuckled.

"All of them," I replied, laughing as well. I wasn't afraid of a painting, but my Muggle parents had always been sticklers for rules and traditions. I hadn't told them about Fleur yet as it were. Now they would be in for an even bigger surprise. If they didn't kill me, they would demand I marry her, which I intended on doing anyway. I was just far too young.

We made our way to the Great Hall, where I reluctantly released my mate. I watched her like a hawk and made sure she was eating enough, not wanting her or the baby to go without. She didn't seem to mind—almost as though she enjoyed being treated with such care.

I knew we would have to tell the professors, and I preferred it be sooner rather than later. I wasn't entirely sure how pregnancies worked for Veela, especially with the shared creature background. So after we finished our homework for the day, Fleur and I made our way to Professor McGonagall's office.

Knocking, we waited until given permission to enter. Opening the door, I stepped in first to greet my Head of House, tugging my mate after me.

The older witch appeared to be grading homework. Looking up, she blinked in surprise. "Welcome, Miss Granger and Miss Delacour. What can I do for you two?" she asked, folding her hands respectfully in front of her to signify her attention to us.

I cleared my throat before speaking. "We need to speak with you and Professor Dumbledore. It might be wise for Madame Maxime to be present as well."

The Scot raised a curious brow and studied us for a moment. "Very well. Whatever this is must be important, considering the parties involved." I nodded and watched as my favorite professor lifted her wand, a small silvery mist floating out and away. Minutes later, another appeared and danced around the older witch.

She nodded and rose from her seat. "Alright, let's not dawdle," she stated, urging us out the door. We made our way through the halls, earning several curious glances from the student body.

I paid them no attention as we arrived to our destination. McGonagall knocked on the door and was quickly permitted entry. Motioning us to enter, I pushed the door open and stepped inside the headmaster's office. He was standing, petting his phoenix, who seemed to be in heaven, enjoying the affection.

The powerful wizard simply smiled and motioned for us to sit. I urged my mate into the seat, who sighed as she reluctantly complied. I stood behind her protectively, not wanting to relinquish contact as I wrapped my arms around her shoulders.

Moments later, the Beauxbatons' headmistress stepped inside. She huffed warily. "What is ze meaning of summoning me, Dumblydore?" Seeing me wrapped around her favorite student, she visibly deflated, likely realizing what was going on.

Dumbledore moved and cast several wards to keep our privacy. "I do believe we were about to find out ourselves, dearest Olympe," the old wizard smiled pleasantly before nodding towards us.

I took a deep breath, and Fleur squeezed my arms for reassurance. "Fleur's pregnant," I announced to the group.

A loud gasp came from McGonagall, while Dumbledore's brows simply raised, his smile growing wider.

"Is this true, Fleur?" McGonagall breathed, sitting down beside the blonde.

"Oui, it is," Madame Maxime answered for my mate. "I did ze test myself."

The Scot's face darkened with a blush. "Hermione, did you not pay attention to those particular classes?"

I knew she was referring to sex education, and I huffed. "Of course I did, professor, but if you recall, we were only offered one side of the story." McGonagall mumbled that I was right, as the girls hadn't been told about any protection spells. I assumed that practice would change now; though looking back, I wasn't sure I would have used it anyways.

"I must admit my surprise of zis development," Madame Maxime stated, eyeing me intently. "You don't seem zat powerful to be able to perform such a spell to impregnate my student. Not to mention your youth to even know of it."

I growled warningly. "Don't mistake my youth as naivety, nor as having a lack of power."

To demonstrate, I waved my hand and procured a pink orchid. I handed the delicate flower to my mate, fitting for her name. She smiled and breathed in the exotic scent, placing a kiss on my hand.

"Very well, you're not as 'elpless as I zought," the headmistress stated, still clearly not impressed at my wordless and wandless display.

I rolled my eyes, ready to challenge the large woman, but Dumbledore interfered. "Now, Olympe, Hermione is a very special student. I would appreciate it if you didn't upset her too much. I do enjoy my room the way it is," he said with a chuckle.

"Oui, Dumblydore, I am aware of 'ow special your student is, what with 'er sneaking into ze tournament and what not."

Fleur snarled angrily at her headmistress. "'ermione didn't sneak into anyzing," the Veela seethed, "and you will apologize to 'er." The half giant leered at her student, clearly displeased with the outburst.

"You will respect your elders and learn your place," the woman warned.

"Everyone, let's relax," Dumbledore said, trying to deescalate the situation.

The large woman stood her ground. "Non, I will not calm down! Mate or not, my best student is now pregnant because yours couldn't control 'erself! I will be ze one who 'as to deal with ze repercussions of such irresponsible actions!"

My anger grew too great, and I stepped back just before ripping out of my flesh. "Don't you dare think that I won't be there for my mate!" I shouted angrily, launching myself at the towering woman. The utter shock on her face would have been priceless if I wasn't so enraged. Dumbledore seemed prepared for this and froze me in place with a wave of his hand.

Sighing, he rubbed his forehead. "I warned everyone to relax," he stated warily. "As you can see, Olympe, Hermione didn't use a spell to conceive with your student. We can't allow her secret to get out. Surely you understand the potential consequences. I know you don't want to devastate your best student by risking her mate's life."

The half giant simply gawked at me, her mouth gaping as she took in my true form. "I-I zought you were just a Muggle-born…"

I sniffed in annoyance at the French headmistress, a small puff of smoke escaping my mouth. "Yeah, so did I before this summer," I replied sarcastically, eyeing my two professors for the revelation. Dumbledore snickered, while McGonagall frowned slightly.

"Fleur, tu as fait l'amour à un dragon?" the large woman blinked at her student.

A small blush graced my mate's cheeks, and I couldn't help but smile at how adorable she was. Collecting herself, Fleur answered, "Oui, and I would do it again. 'ermione is my mate, and I love 'er."

Madame Maxime continued to look between me and Fleur, likely deciding what to do. With a sigh, she threw her hands up. "Very well. I see zere isn't much we can change now, is zere? I will protect your mate's secret. I will also do what I can to 'elp with ze pregnancy and make sure it progresses properly. Your mozer would 'ex me if I let anyzing 'appen to you. I will leave it to you both to tell your families zough."

Dumbledore nodded and released me. I stretched, grumbling at being frozen. Fleur chuckled and took my hand, kissing it softly.

"I agree; it would be prudent for your family to be aware of the situation, Miss Delacour, though I suggest we keep the Dreki in the bag until you speak face-to-face," my headmaster spoke. "I wouldn't want a letter to get lost or fall into the wrong hands."

"And what are we to do about the baby?" Professor McGonagall asked. She seemed frazzled by this revelation. I'd like to think that it wasn't really my fault, but that couldn't be further from the truth.

The old wizard simply smiled softly down at me and Fleur, our hands clasped together. I was willing to do whatever I had to in order to protect my mate and our child.

"I'm afraid there is nothing we can do concerning the tournament. Fleur is still a champion; she must continue to participate in the final challenge. We will try to ensure her wellbeing, though. While it's likely that she is carrying a Veela, there is also a chance their child could be a Dreki instead. We must protect it and work to rebuild their species."

The two other adults nodded in agreement and set out to discuss a plan to protect my identity and help Fleur be able to keep the pregnancy hidden for the time being.

Given the circumstances, the two headmasters felt it would be prudent for me to stay with Fleur in the carriage so I could be close and keep an eye on her. They were right to assume I would be even more protective and want to be with her as much as I could.

I had been told to go on to the carriage, and that my belongings would have been moved. As said, my trunk and books now filled up more space in Fleur's room.

Closing the door behind her, Fleur moved further in her room. "Well, if I 'ad known revealing my pregnancy would get me zis kind of reward, I would 'ave done it sooner," she chuckled.

I rolled my eyes, but laughed anyways. "This isn't for us to keep sleeping around, Fleur. I'm going to protect and take care of you. We're a family, so the rules are a little different for us now. Plus, they know it's best to not upset a dragon."

The Veela grinned mischievously, stalking towards me. "Zen why don't I make you 'appy, hmm?" I sighed, knowing I should have figured this would happen. Still, I couldn't say I was complaining.

I grabbed Fleur around the waist, hoisting her up as she wrapped her legs around me securely, and kissed her deeply. I moved over to the bed, carefully laying my pregnant mate down. Our lips remained locked as we explored each other's mouth, parting when we were gasping, only for me to move to taste her neck, leaving a dark mark on her pulse point.

Feathers were already starting to poke through as her eyes shown a brilliant gold. From the lustful glare she was giving me, I knew she didn't want me to remain in my human form any longer.

Chuckling, I removed both sets of clothes with a wandless spell, giving attention to her perky breasts. She finished her own transformation and moaned as I sucked a hard nipple into my mouth, massaging the other one with my hand.

Sliding my hand down her body, I spread her legs apart with some force as she tried to tease and deny me access. Feeling how wet she was caused a growl of pleasure to rumble in my chest. I loved how unabashed she was with me; how she reacted to each and every touch of even just my fingertips.

She moaned, her back arching up slightly as I circled around her most sensitive spot, not touching it directly. I wanted to make her beg for that pleasure.

And it didn't take long at all. "Please, 'ermione, don't tease me, mon amour," she breathed, rocking her hips to try and garner the friction on her own.

I grinned, leaning back and transforming before lowering myself between her legs. Looking up, her golden eyes were twinkling, well aware of what I was capable of. Kissing her thighs, I penetrated her with a couple of fingers, careful not to scratch my mate.

She cried out in pleasure and twisted her own claws into my dark mane, trying to maneuver me to where she needed. Even as I went, I continued to tease the Veela, wanting to drive her insane with need.

My tongue circled around the swollen nub, barely grazing it as I ghosted over, kissing all around but never directly where it would feel best. "'ermione, please, claim me," the Veela cried, frustrated and lost to desire. "Please touch me; I don't care 'ow, just please fuck me. I need you, mon amour."

I grinned, hearing what I wanted, and dove in with great fervor, lapping at the heated clit. The walls of her vagina clenched my fingers at the outer contact as she screamed at the intensity of the pleasure coursing through her.

I set an unrelenting pace with my tongue, curling my fingers to massage the spongy area inside my mate, causing her to grip the sheets as she nearly shot up.

"Merde, you feel so good!" she cried, her hips rocking uncontrollably. I forced them down with my free hand as to not lose contact with her swelling clit. Listening to her moans, I could practically feel my penis leaking precum. But I wasn't about to give in to my own desires, wanting to worship the goddess before me.

It wasn't much longer before her body was tensing, her breathing becoming even more ragged—the telltale signs of her imminent orgasm.

I sucked hard, my tongue still working diligently on her clit. The added pressure sent my lover unraveling, writhing as she gripped my hair in one hand, the sheets in the other, cumming hard around my fingers as I tried to keep them inside her.

After several glorious moments, Fleur settled down enough for me to remove my fingers. I stared deep into her eyes as I licked them clean, portraying my dominance over my mate.

She smiled, her breath still coming in pants. "Your turn, mon amour."

I grinned with anticipation and sat up, looking down at her dripping entrance. "Guess we don't need to worry about protection," I laughed.

"Oui, it's a little late for zat, hmm? Zough I wouldn't change 'ow zings turned out." My eyes lifted, gazing into content amber ones, a warm smile on her lips. Knowing she didn't mind her own flavor, I leaned up and kissed her deeply, completely in love with the young woman below me.

Snaking her hand, Fleur maneuvered my penis and slid it inside her, the slickness making entering her easy.

I moaned deeply, loving the way I was completely engulfed by her. I absolutely enjoyed our escapades in my human form, but there was just nothing like the sensations I got as a man. Setting a slow pace, I wanted this time to be intimate. I wanted to make love to my mate, having given the sexual creature her release first to be able to be more romantic.

"I love you, Fleur," I breathed as I kissed down her neck. I could see bumps form from my hot breath on her skin.

"I love you, too, 'ermione," the Veela responded, her hands moving across my chest and back. It was a feeling of utter completion, joined like this in such an amorous way, and it made me smile as our lips locked once more.

Trying to make sure Fleur was enjoying herself as well, I lifted slightly and began to massage her breasts, rubbing her erect nipples between my fingers. She moaned and moved her hand down to touch herself. She looked to me for permission, and I nodded, smiling softly. I wanted to feel her react around me to her own pleasure.

As her fingers found her clit, the tightness around me increased, causing me to moan as my head rolled back. Having lots of practice by this point, I was able to keep myself from letting loose and getting carried away with my own pleasure, maintaining a slow and steady pace as I leaned back, holding her waist.

"Just try to not take too long, love, I don't know how long I will be able to hold off," I breathed. Looking down, I saw Fleur watching me intently, her eyes slit with desire, her mouth slightly open in a fierce smile. She was feeding off the energy, clearly loving my ever increasing stamina as well as the connection we had in the moment.

"Just enjoy yourself, mon amour. I can cum when you're close," she replied seductively. I felt the tension pool in my body at her comment, aroused by the idea of climaxing together.

"I want you to enjoy yourself, too," I managed, starting to lose myself more with every thrust.

The Veela chuckled, "Oh I am, believe me."

To emphasize this, she reached her free hand down to her breast and began to pull at her nipple. This only served to tighten the walls around me more, making me shudder as I fought to stave off my release.

After nearly a dozen more thrusts, I knew I was about to lose the battle. Sensing this, Fleur set into overdrive, working herself quickly to another peak. As her walls convulsed around me, I lost it, driving deep inside her to release my seed, lulled out by the onslaught of contractions around me.

I fell limply on top of my mate, gasping for air after the exertion. Rolling to the side, I pulled Fleur close, burying my face in her neck, inhaling her sweet, floral scent.

She purred happily and kissed my forehead. "I love you, mon amour," she breathed.

"Mmm, love you, too," I murmured sleepily.

Chuckling softly, she snuggled into my embrace. "Sleep, love." I didn't need to be told twice and was soon engulfed in content darkness.