I've been pretty hopeless in updating this one, i've been playing World of Warcraft. My bad. Anyway... I will be wrapping this one up in the next chapter and then writing an Epilogue.

Side note for those who follow my work, i am planning to finish this one up and then not start anything new until i've wrapped up Beast's Curse and From the Depths. Not necessarily in that order. As for Veela's Lioness i really cant say, i do want to finish it but at the same time i only intended to make it a one-shot but it seemed so popular i made the mistake of trying to continue it and just don't know where to take it. I'm not abandoning but i really don't know where to take it until that particular bunny shows back up.

Reviews welcome.

With this chapter i am really trying to resolve and explain the Delacour issue, they cant possibly simply 'close minded' on the matter. There has to be more right?

[Trigger Warning: Non-con/Dub-con elements]

One Wolf's Trash

The next few months went quickly enough for the two women who still, despite their developing relationship, longed for one another. The physical distance was very much a both for both of them, Fleur was sleeping well enough only because of the exhausted of being a mother to a teething baby but Hermione didn't have so much luck. It seemed she was just an insomniac by nature.

The plus side of not sleeping more than a few hours each night was that Hermione was able to catch up on her grading and still have time to spare. During her down time she would let the wolf out and trot silently through the halls while the children and majority of faculty were sleeping. She had scared Neville into waking an entire hall of portraits once during her early morning jaunts. He had cursed at her until he was blue in the face and ended up just walking away from the highly amused werewolf.

The other plus was being able to respond to any letter from friends she might have gotten. Molly wrote her weekly to make sure she had been eating, which was one of the things that had gotten back on track since Fleur arrived. Most nights she even had dessert. Harry and Ron were only writing once a month but had promised to start hanging out with her once Hogsmead weekends started so she had been able to see them a few times. Ginny wrote once a week but since she was on the Quidditch circuit with the Harpies she wasn't able to visit.

Fleur and Hermione took a little time out of each day to write one another a small note or letter telling them of each other's days. It was pleasant though sometimes had them both longing to be together. Fleur was either working or working in the garden with Victoire bundled up and sitting in a high chair. Hermione's letter were mostly always what one student or other had done in her class that plus the guilting line 'wish you were here.'

They had been on two more dates since the first. One they had gone to a muggle movie which Fleur had enjoyed thoroughly, she had been to see them before but being a Veela and a witch it had always been exciting to indulge in the muggle technologies. After the movie the two had walked until they found a place to go in and eat, it was while they were passing the second McDonalds that Hermione voiced how much she missed the greasy and delicious food and so that was what they settled on. Fleur had later agreed that as unhealthy as it obviously was she thoroughly enjoyed it.

The second date had been a really romantic date and Fleur had out done herself. In a clearing in the woods by the lake that Fleur had found while taking Victoire out for a walk the Veela had warded a small area. In the warded space there had been a blanket laid down after the early winter snow had been cleared. On the blanket was pillows and another blanket for them to sit under and beside the blankets was a small fire and a small stack of wood to keep it going for a while.

Fleur had cooked the food herself, she had made Spaghetti and Meatballs the way Molly made them as Hermione had stated it was one of her favourite meals. For dessert they had chocolate dipped strawberries. Magic allowing them the luxury of melted chocolate regardless of the cool air outside, the strawberries were one of Fleur's favourites. They ate and talked and giggled and snuggled and had a delightfully intimate several minutes of kissing but it never went further than that.

There was no pressure for more though they had talked about it and for as unlearned as Fleur was on the matter she had stated that she wanted make love to Hermione but she was fine with slow. Hermione smiled and nodded saying she enjoyed their gentle and unrushed intimate moments. She wanted sex with Fleur but she wanted Fleur more and so was happy to take things slowly. Not to say that they didn't both get aroused while kissing.

It was a few days before the Christmas holidays. Hermione was was set to be returning to the cottage when the holidays started and she really was quite excited to be able to spend time with Fleur and the now crawling Victoire. This morning though she was working on a letter to people she personally could do without having in her life but knew that both Gabrielle and Fleur wished they could still be connected with.

Madame Delacour,

I know you may think little of me, maybe even of your daughters for the choice they made. Though I hope to make you understand that simply because your daughters are mated to women that doesn't mean they cannot bare children.

To tell the full story, wether you care or not, is that during the year of the Triwizard tournament I recognised Fleur as my mate and me her. Nothing happened, in fact due to the effect your words had on your daughter she was terrified to even acknowledge our bond. For 6 years she refused to acknowledge me or our bond and I hope you never feel the pain that Fleur and I both suffered because of this. Because of you.

She was terrified to disappoint you and so had inflicted unimaginable pain upon herself simply to keep you happy despite how miserable it made her. To top it off she married a man who could be as sweet as he could be abusive. Her physical health depended on the mood Bill was in when he returned home. Yet she lived with this for you and your families views.

I will try to keep it brief, for 6 years Fleur shied away from being with her destined because she wanted to make you happy, she was afraid of upsetting you. Now she has been given the choice because I, sometimes known as The Brightest Witch of Her Age but also simply just Hermione Granger, have managed to come up with a remedy. A potion I created with the help of a master I apprenticed under, a potion I intend to patent and sell very soon, that can and does give a woman the ability to penetrate and most definitely impregnate a woman. It is tested and it works 100% of the time if coupled with the fertility potion I perfected.

Though it may mean little I am attaching a copy of a photo with the werewolf couple whom were my willing test subjects. With them are their infant twin children, my god children, Hermione and Icarus.

The purpose of this letter is not for me but for the woman I love indefinitely who, though she doesn't say it aloud yet I can still see it in her eyes, longs for the ability to simply pop over and visit her beloved parents and grand mother. It saddens me that you could be so callous simply because you jumped to conclusions and was so angered by the fact your daughter might love someone of her choosing and not yours.

I have lost nothing due to your ignorance and bigotry but you might try to remember that you have lost both your daughters because of it. Daughters who forgive you despite how much you have hurt them.

-Professor Hermione Granger, Potions Master at Hogwarts

P.S Christmas is a nice time of the year for reaching out and I am hoping for a response of the positive variety.

Hermione read through the letter twice before deciding she was satisfied. It was a bit blunt and to the point without being overtly impolite which had been a struggle for Hermione because really she wasn't that happy with the Delacour matriarchs. Of course part of that was because her own parents had been so understanding and there were so many muggles that just accepted that kind of thing not to mention the wizarding world. How dare creatures be anything but straight with a desire to breed though.

Hermione secretly suspected that a lot more Veela were not as straight as they made out to be, how could Fleur and Gabby possibly be the first and only same-sex mated Veela in the entire species. It was illogical and Hermione hoped that when it became purchasable to the public that more and more of the oppressed Veela would come out. It wasn't fair to them or their true mate to continue to breed only with men if they longed for someone else.

The next couple of days went fast enough and it was the last day, the students who would be leaving were packed but wouldn't be leaving for the train until eleven. Everyone was in the great hall for breakfast, including Hermione when mail came. A sleek feathered snowy owl that looked almost like Hedwig only larger flew into the hall and landed in front of the potions professor. Hermione looked the bird over and then took the letter. It was quite obvious who had sent the owl when the pretty bird turned its nose as the offered bacon and flew away.

Frowning the little witch put the bacon in her mouth and chewed as she opened the envelope and then pulled out the letter. She unfolded it and began to read through it.

Professor Granger,

Would be interested in hearing more about this potion. Have missed the girls terribly but been too proud. Appreciate you reaching out. Can you come to the manor today some time and talk with us?

Apolline Delacour

Hermione was more than a little surprised but that didn't stop her from standing and moving towards the Headmistress. She was due at the cottage after lunch which gave Hermione the morning to look further into the Delacour family. Upon telling Minerva what had transpired the woman insisted Hermione use the floo in her office immediately after breakfast. Smiling slightly Hermione finished her breakfast and then made her way to the headmistress' office.

When she stepped through into the French Manor she was immediately greeted by not only Apolline and Isaac but also Antoinette sitting in the living room having some tea. Hermione greeted them politely and magicked the soot from her clothes before sitting down beside Isaac when the seat was offered. Apolline made the little witch a cup of tea which Hermione had sniffed subtly.

"I believe a proper introduction is in order, 'Ermione. I am Apolline, zis is my 'usband Isaac and my maman, Antoinette." Apolline explains with a small slightly tight smile.

"Hermione, though you knew that. I'll admit I was a little surprised to receive your owl this morning. I mean with the way things had been left." Hermione explained mildly.

"Ah, oui. We were a little... 'Ot 'eaded, last time. We must apologise, we allowed Monsieur Babineaux influence our feelings on ze matter." Isaac spoke with a soft regretful sigh.

"Yes well, he could only influence what was already there. But I get it, you know. Your species is dying out slowly and it needs Veela with creature mates to strengthen the population. The problem that I have really is the way you reacted. You've made your daughters feel like they are little more than brood mares." Hermione stated sitting forward on her seat with one knee crossed over the other and her tea resting on top.

"Oui, zat is ze mistake we realise we 'ave made. We do intend to apologise to ze girls but we realise we must to apologise to you. Our views 'ave caused you to suffer just as much as it 'as Fleur." Apolline spoke up regretfully.

"Forget about it. Really, I survived and I managed to give Fleur the choice between me and a life that made her unhappy. My biggest concern is how upset Fleur and Gabrielle are that they have been so easily cast aside." Hermione pointed out seriously, really she was there for her mate and mates sister not herself.

"Of course and should you allow it we would like to make an effort to apologise to zem." Antoinette spoke up for the first time. "I 'ave recently admitted zat when I was a fille... I met my destined. She was beautiful and kind but we 'ad only a brief friendship before 'er life was taken. I later married and 'ad Apolline and 'er sisters. But it was because I was so jaded and so fearful for my daughters and their daughters zat I instilled in zem such prejudices."

"I'm so sorry to hear that. May I ask what happened to your mate that made you so convinced that Veela should only ever be with men?" Hermione asked gently, this new revelation was rather enlightening.

"Oui. Babineaux's and a few others, not just wolves but male Veela of which zere are extremely few as ze female chromosome seems so dominant, zey learned of my mate and before anyzing could develop she turned up dead." Antoinette's heartbreak at this was clear in her ocean blue eyes. Apolline gently took her mothers hand.

"Maman 'as never told zis to anyone and only recently to Isaac and I." Apolline explained gently and Hermione nodded in understanding.

"I do not know for sure who it was zat poisoned 'er but Babineaux 'as always remained close, no doubt at 'is papa's urging. Not long after my mates death, as was custom back zen, I was married off. I never spoke a word of Coralie or our bond since." Antoinette explains frowning.

"Now it makes sense. You told them it was wrong because you feared for them." Hermione didn't ask, it was obvious that that was what Antoinette was saying. The matriarch was shouldering the blame.

"Oui. But it is clear zat zings need to change. I want for my grand children to be happy and it seems you 'ave alleviated my biggest fear." Antoinette actually smiled now, it was the first that Hermione had witnessed from the stoic Veela.

At this point, Antoinette was thankful, the topic of conversation shifted to the potions. Hermione explained all she could about them and even about her God children back in America. Though it had been strained to begin with the conversation soon became quite friendly. When lunch time rolled around Hermione had to politely decline the invitation to stay as she had informed Minerva she would return for lunch and leave for home afterwards.

Before leaving the group had made plans to go out to dinner in muggle Paris, a place Apolline had assured Hermione, Fleur knew and enjoyed. Hermione promised to bring the sisters and Katie so they could all have dinner and the elder Delacours could hopefully make amends with their children. All in all Hermione was quite pleased with how the day had gone and wasn't even put off by having to go to the Weasleys for dinner this evening.