Hermione is already dreading the end of the week. The week is too short in her opinion but at the same time, it was long enough to make her absolutely used to Fleur's presence. Too soon, it's Thursday night and she is restless thinking the blonde will have to leave in three days. She is deep in thought as she lays on her bed waiting for her girlfriend to get ready to sleep. Hermione is quite sure she is absolutely overthinking, she knows the blonde actually has permission to spend the night whenever she'd like to (thank Merlin Minerva actually likes them and apparently is willing to bend some rules for her - not that she understands why she does so). She feels the bed dip near her and soon enough a strong arm envelops her waist while a warm, feather-like kiss is placed over her shoulder blade. She shivered and leaned back into the body she is so going to miss after Sunday. The room was warm enough for her to go with a sleeveless shirt and some shorts. Fleur apparently had made the same choice.

"A kiss for a zought?" She feels the French woman smile against her, she smiles herself.

"Just… I'm gonna miss you." She answers, her voice not louder than a whisper and soon enough she is being turned around.

Fleur nudged her nose with her own, a sweet habit of hers now. "Me too. I guess we both got spoiled…" She said smiling and making Hermione smile too. Three words wander through her head and she is quite sure it is shown in her eyes because she sees cerulean/orange eyes soften. She can read the love in these eyes. The adoration was also clear before her. Hermione was absolutely sure that her eyes conveyed the exact same things.

"I'm certain I am." She beamed and leaned to kiss the blonde. A soft kiss, conveying her feeling for the woman in front of her. They were yet to exchange the words but she was sure Fleur knew how she felt.

"Uhm," She felt Fleur's grip around her tighten as the blonde held her closer, leaning into the kiss. It remained soft, but thinking about the end of the week made both of them need to feel each other closer. Ending the kiss only because breath was needed, Hermione snuggled into Fleur's neck, nuzzling it. The heartfelt kiss turned into an ever tight blonde kissed her temple and hummed again, delightfully. "Night…" She heard the woman murmur.

Kissing her neck softly (and making the blonde shiver, she was proud to say), she murmured back, "Umm night."

The next day came with a new worry. She had momentarily forgotten that Fleur and Ginny would have a one-on-one Quidditch match by the end of the day. Fleur was borrowing Harry's broom, that was set by the breakfast table. Hermione was absolutely quiet, nervousness seeping into her. That was ridiculous, Fleur had probably the most dangerous job in Britain and yet there she was fearing for her wellbeing over a Quidditch match. She breather deeply and moved her attention from the conversation to the soothing circles Fleur was drawing on her thigh. After she had calmed enough, she tuned in the conversation again, in time to hear both girls agreeing on setting a smaller field for them. Ginny, using her captain perks, had already booked the pitch for them to play in the evening. She tuned out again as she leaned on Fleur's shoulder, taking advantage of her proximity to really calm down a bit. She was actually a bit sleepy now, she closed her eyes and snuggled a bit further into the blonde, who moved slightly so she could hold her by the waist. A peck over the top of her head. An ever quiet promise, "I'll take care, Mon Ange." making she acknowledge it with a small nod. She knows. But she can't stop herself from worrying. Fleur was free to spend the day with her, the task of talking about her job had ended the day before. It took her the whole day, much to their chagrin. Thinking back, it was probably what made Hermione think about Sunday. Thankfully, seeing she would have to spend most of the day away from Fleur, she set her mind on finishing absolutely every homework she had left, coming to the length of asking the Headmistress if it would be possible to have the next day's homework too. So she was absolutely free after breakfast. The others still had some to finish so they headed to the library, knowing full well that she went berserk the day before with the school work so she could spend some extra time with Fleur.

They walked silently, holding hands. The lightness of the moment making them smile widely. They made their way to their usual spot (under a tree, by the lake) mindlessly. It didn't surprise them at all when they found themselves there. Fleur sat down, leaning on the tree and tugged Hermione's hand guiding her so she would sit in between her legs, facing the lake. The blonde adjusted their position so they were both comfortable and wrapped her arms around Hermione's stomach. Her chin rested against the brunette's shoulder after a soft kiss on her neck. They sat in silence, enjoying each other and the view.

"I've always looked forward to 'aving zis." The blonde admitted in a small voice. Hermione stayed quiet, only squeezing her arm slightly to let her know she was listening. "I grew up with tales about mates and 'ow beautiful eet was but 'ow incredibly difficult eet was to find zem. Most veela acknowledge eet ees almost impossible and temporarily mate with other unmated veela as to not live zeir life alone. I guess my family ees really lucky. Grandmére, Maman, and, now, me. Eet's actually unusual to 'ave so many in one family with true mates. But I 'ope Gaby finds hers…" The silence that followed was calm, almost as if the blonde was letting all she said sink into Hermione. She nuzzled the brunette unconsciously and held her tighter. "I 'oped I would find my mate but I guess I've never really believed zat…" Hermione felt like melting. The way Fleur was saying this made her sure that the other woman had never really admitted it to anyone. "Thank you." The blonde added silently, kissing the nape of her neck and hiding her face there, letting her hair cover her face. Hermione leaned on the touch but couldn't quite wrap her mind around what she was being thanked for. She turned carefully (unfortunately dislodging Fleur) so she could look at her.

"What for?" She asks softly.

"For being you. And wanting to be with me, even zough I know zis whole mates zing ees overwhelming… And accepting me as I am…" She was still hiding her face.

"Hey…" Hermione reached for he chin and made her look into her eyes. "If you need to thank me, then I need too." She placed a soft kiss on Fleur's lips. "Thank you."

"But…"

"No. You are amazingly patient, you always make sure I'm comfortable and taken care, you came here and stayed simply because you noticed I wouldn't have any nightmares if you were there. YOU accept me as I am, you don't care about my status…" She smiled. They were facing each other now, she caressed Fleur's cheek and looked deep into cerulean eyes. So deep that she didn't need the flick of color that happened a second after to be sure her veela had listened and understood. She pressed her forehead against Fleur's, never looking away from her eyes. "Je t'aime." The look of surprise on the blonde's face almost made her laugh. She beamed at her as she saw her words sink in. A second later she was being tackled into the ground, a deep kiss being delivered.

"Je t'aime aussi…" was whispered as they broke the kiss and simply hugged.

Her heart fluttered as Hermione started thanking her. She leaned on her hand and her touch on her cheek. She felt her veela purring, she herself felt like purring (they were one after all). She almost didn't register what the brunette said after a while locking eyes.

"Je t'aime." What?! She felt her eyes go wide in surprise. Well, not really surprising. She actually knew it, those words were simply… She launched to the smiling woman in front of her, tackling her, kissing her deeply. She said it in French. Oh, fucking Merlin!

"Je t'aime aussi…" she whispered, into her neck while hugging her happily.

Thinking back, she should have expected being tackled. It was quite obvious how her speaking French (even if it was only a little bit) affected the blonde. They resumed their previous position, looking at the view, this time it was Hermione who was holding Fleur and leaning on the tree. The comfortable silence allowed her to think. Not that her thoughts went far from where they were, she was thinking about Fleur. Why wouldn't she? Hermione leaned and pressed a kiss on her cheek, feeling the smile the other woman had on. Looking away, she strengthened her grip around her waist.

"I could stay here all day…" She murmured.

"Ummm, me too." She felt the blonde press herself against her. "You are still worried about zee game, aren't you?"

Hermione stayed silent, nuzzling her neck a bit savoring her scent. After a few seconds, she simply hummed in accordance. "I know it's stupid. Just can't help it…"

"Not stupid. You can't ever be stupid."

"But it is. You have probably the most dangerous job in the magical world and here I am, distressed over you playing a stupid game." She was actually annoyed with herself. She knew Fleur would be careful, she always was. Her job was indeed far more dangerous than the game.

"Umm, you being worried about me ees understandable, Mon Reine," Fleur stated, caressing her right thigh near her knee. Seriously, every French pet name the blonde called her, she felt like turning into gay goo in an instant. "I understand you are afraid of heights?"

"It's more about the circumstance than the height itself." She shook her head a bit. "It's still a bit odd the idea of an actual flying broom. In most muggle tales the witch flies in a broom." She laughed at this. "At least they got this right…" She felt Fleur giggle a bit too. "I guess I don't really wrap my mind around me flying… I don't have a problem when I have my feet fixed on the floor."

"But you still travel around in zose airplanes, non?"

"Yes, but… There is something floor-like under my feet. And I usually don't look through the windows." She felt a bit silly about all that. "But a broom isn't the worst thing I fled on." Fleur turned to her, an eyebrow raised. "Thestrals. And I didn't even see them at the time." She chuckled a bit at the memory. "Fucking terrifying."

"Zat's 'ow you got to Zee Ministry on your fifth year, non?" She nodded. "Quite brave." The French woman smiled at her. "I believe I'd never 'op up on something I couldn't see." They laughed.

"Don't even get me started with Buckbeak…" She added after catching her breath.

"At least you could see 'im." Fleur teased.

"True…" She suddenly got aware that the blonde was trying her best (and succeeding) to distract her from the game. "Thank you…" she said after their laughter died. And she knew she didn't need to say anything else. She kissed her neck shortly.

"Any time…" She heard her murmur.

By then it was almost lunch time and most students were filling out, or so she guessed by the distant noise coming from the castle. Not long after she came to that conclusion, the clock shimmed. Fleur got up and held out a hand to help her (she gladly took it). They started their way back hand in hand, both fairly happy. Fleur stopped on her tracks midway and pulled her until she had both her arms wrapped around her and simply kissed her deeply. Hermione looked at her a bit surprised as they pulled back.

"What was that for?" She asked, smiling.

"I just felt like eet," Fleur said, her eyes flashed orange for a few seconds and then went back to blue. "Do I 'ave to 'ave a motive to kiss you?" She asked, pouting a bit.

Hermione couldn't help but laugh at this display and lean in to kiss that small (absurdly cute) pout. "No. You. Can. Kiss. Me. Whenever. You. Want." She punctuated each word with a kiss, after nibbling her lower lip. She pulled back and was met by her beaming girlfriend. Fleur kissed her again. "But we should go…" She added lightly as they parted lips.

"Bien…" Fleur muttered but didn't let go of Hermione. The lioness chuckled at it but turned in place so the French woman was able to keep holding her (who was she kidding? It was fucking comfortable…) and started walking again. She smiled as she felt Fleur's chin rest on her shoulder blade.

Lunch went uneventfully. Until one courageous boy (she had to give him that) stepped into the group's view after they finished eating. None of them knew him (that was quite an accomplishment), but he was wearing Hufflepuff's uniform and seemed to be around the same age as Ginny. They all looked at him quizzically. He stuttered.

"Erm… Hi…" He looked at the five of them and then settled on Fleur.

"Bonne après-midi," Fleur sounded annoyed, Hermione didn't even need to look at her to know that the smile that had been there less than a minute before was gone. And replaced by a frown. She instead looked at her friends, she saw Ginny gulp (looking between the couple in front of her and the Hufflepuff), Harry stared at the boy the whole time (obviously not believing in what was happening) and Luna was looking at her, smiling. She looked at her girlfriend, feeling the woman hold her by the waist. She was simply looking at him with a raised eyebrow, waiting for him to continue. Except for Fleur, none of the others had greeted him and no one planned on doing so.

"Mhm…" Hermione was seriously hoping he would just turn around and leave them. No such luck. "I-I was wo-onderi-ing i-if yo-you…" Fleur raised her hand before the boy could finish whatever he was going to say. Her other hand was drawing senseless patterns on the lioness' waist as to calm them both.

"For fuck's sake…" Hermione muttered. She heard Ginny hold her breath and saw Harry try and stand up (he was held back by Ginny and Luna). Fleur looked at her, any trace of annoyance left her face as soon as the locked eyes. Without a word exchanged between the two of them, Hermione kissed her lips. She, then, looked up to see the boy still standing there looking nervous. "Clueless" she muttered again. Ginny called her in a whisper, knowing what the redhead wanted she didn't even bother looking at her. Taking a deep breath, she noticed that the usually loud hall was silent and noticed that the attention from everyone was in the exchange. Fleur muttered something in French. She really needed to learn that language more deeply.

"Uhm," It was Ginny who spoke up first. The boy looked at her seemingly lost. "You are kind of disturbing us. Fleur is obviously not interested as everyone, minus you, apparently, can see and honestly you are starting to annoy us, especially Hermione by the looks she is giving you. I honestly don't think you want to see any of us annoyed or angry particularly not her. So I'd just walk away if I were you." The boy seemed to startle and notice the looks that they were all giving him, he left, holding his breath.

"That. Was. Something." Hermione heard Moire's voice on her side. She had forgotten that the first-years were by their side.

"Thank you, Gin…" She said, sighing.

"It was nothing. I honestly wanted to see you hex him to oblivion but then I remembered I'm Head Girl…" The redhead laughed.

"You were about to…" She heard the French woman start, but she stopped after looking at her and noticing how she was clutching her wand.

"I trust everything is solved…" McGonagall approached with a frown.

"Yes, 'eadmistress. We are sorry zat we disturbed zee lunchtime."

"It wasn't you, Miss Delacour. Good thinking, Miss Weasley. I believe you saved us from quite a show." She smirked at Hermione, who looked at her sheepishly. "You should probably holster your wand now, Miss Granger, the students are starting to get uneasy. I hope you have a good afternoon." She left after acknowledging the rest of the Gryffindors near them.

"I think you made her go soft, 'Mione…" Ginny snickered after making sure the Headmistress was out of hearing range. Hermione simply shook her head and leaned into Fleur (who simply held her tighter). Their friends laughing.

With everything, Hermione had actually forgotten all about the game between Fleur and Ginny. Her worries were back with full force as soon as they started their way towards the pitch. She felt the veela hold her by the waist in an attempt to calm her down.

"I must confess I really zink you look quite 'ot when you are jealous, ma Reine," Fleur whispered. Hermione smiled a bit, feeling her cheeks warm. "You were really about to 'ex 'im?"

"Umm, honestly it was out of reflex. I didn't really think about it. But I guess I should try and control my jealousy…"

"You know you 'ave no reason to be, 'ermione."

"Yes, but-"

"You can't control your feelings. I know zat, mon chérie." Fleur cut her off, smiling. "I can't 'elp feeling jealous of you either. Although my veela part ees a bit more… aggressive than I would like."

"Oh?" Hermione looked at Fleur with a raised eyebrow.

Fleur blushed lightly as her eyes flicked. "…"

"Aggressive?"

"Oui…" That was said with Hermione looking into orange orbs. She shot the blonde woman a look. "Ok, I might imagine ripping some eyes out of your admirers' face…" She added in a murmur.

That was new. Seeing Fleur get embarrassed was definitely unusual. Hermione smirked and shook her head.

"Fleur, you ready?" Their attention was brought back to me present but Ginny, who was standing in the middle of the field holding a quaffle, already on her training gear. Fleur quickly put on the gear she had borrowed from Harry and nodded. She quickly pecked Hermione's lips and smiled at her (Hermione was sure her worry was showing on her face).

"Be careful…" She whispered to the blonde who simply nodded and moved to meet Ginny. Harry was exiting the locker-room, carrying three brooms. She assumed he was going to be used as a referee.

"We should head up…" She heard Luna's dreamy voice coming from beside her. Nodding, she turned and started to climb the stair to the stand with the Ravenclaw and the group of younger Gryffindors. She caught herself watching the 'game' closely, with her wand clutched in her hand, nervous as hell. She actually ignored any attempt of conversation coming from the rest of the group watching, although she did hear Luna telling the younger students to give up trying to talk to her as she was too tense to let herself be distracted. Nothing happened (she was deeply relieved when Harry ended the game). Except for a tie, they had a restricted time.

A tie.

She already knew Ginny was great (more than that, actually) but finding out that Fleur was, probably, just as much talented was something. Not really a surprise, her blonde seemed to exceed on basically anything she put her head on. Wait. Her?

Well, yeah. She was allowed to call her that. They were girlfriends after all… Not that Hermione was really expecting to be so clingy and possessive.

A/N: Hey guys! Yeah, you can kill me if needed... Sorry, really...

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