Twin Dragon Heartstrings

by Ladyfun

After the Battle of Hogwarts, the Golden Trio's messiah-like status changes their lives forever; only Hermione remains skeptical about their new fame. Trapped, she is inexorably is drawn toward the last person expected: Bellatrix Black. Hermione loses her mind, heart, and soul… to the dark mistress. Yet,things have a funny way of working out. Endgame: Bellamione!(beta chrisdenvl)

37. Epilogue: The Next Generation, Part II

Author: Ladyfun

Pairing: Bellatrix/Hermione; Fleur & Narcissa; Lucinda and Apollene; Gaby & Draco ; Neville and Pansy; and the chosen one and girl Weasley.

Rating: Generally M, with occasional mainstream chapters.

Disclaimers: All of this (Ladyfun gesturing big wide circles over the computer with her hand) belongs to J.K. Rowling. I own nothing, and this is all for non-profit fun.

SUMMARY: After the Battle of Hogwarts, the Golden Trio's messiah-like status changes their lives forever; only Hermione remains skeptical about their new fame. When it becomes obvious who the real leader was of the group, Hermione feels choked by her own fame and inexorably is drawn toward the last person expected: Bellatrix Black. Hermione loses herself….body, mind, and soul… to the dark mistress. Fortunately, things have a way of working themselves out. Endgame: Bellamione.

A/N: Thank you for taking the time to read this - and there are some of you that really took the time consistently - yep, I have to do it: the quintessential shout outs! Listen, this has been an interesting journey, and I wouldn't have done it without the following folks:

First, to my regular reviewers/content betas chrisdenvl and teenytinyirishperson: thank you so much. I have enjoyed the journey with you, you smart and funny people... sincerely! Chris- I'm sending you some 9" Louis' soon. TTIP you just get a lot of cereal and unsolicited advice. Ironically, this chapter is unbeta'ed. Hence the spelling errors and wild inaccuracy. C'est la vie. I had to just end this, ladies. I had to.

Secondly to the people who seemed to love this on a regular basis despite my ability to fucking ever spell Drumstrang correctly:
Arial Wolf (thank you for the encouragement), green eyed champion (I shouldn't reward puppy dog eyes, but damn it, I'm a sucker…here!) Rae Moore (we've learned our lesson…cliffy's suck!), Harley Quinn Davidson (thanks, just because), FleurIzMine (couldn't agree with you more. Fleur IS a BADASS, not a housewife!), AnonBiggie (always worried about the sex, my friend, aren't you?) WolfDragonGod (thank you, you're more regular than Ex-Lax), GothicPheonix (thank you so much -sincerely- for the effort you put in reviewing – especially if something wasn't right. If you're not already you should beta. Thanks for your serious reads.), Cuccino2002 –(thank you for all the encouragement!) Seeker-of-Raven & Darkshadow-lord (because you two just kick ass, period), Roselia Rose (thank you for stopping lurking circa chapter 27 and actually reviewing – loved your insight and I could see us hangin' around the block, sistah!). The Evil Morrigan (hopefully you didn't die from your ovaries exploding. Seriously) Yurihentai641 (Hermione in Heat-sorry it wasn't in the story. Maybe next time.), Michi the Mischievous (I'm a fan, and I love that you read this, thank you! If you're calling ME evil, well….damn. Pot, meet kettle!), jmits711 (thanks), IntelligentPrincess (hopefully you learned about not reading this with your mom "peri-area.")

Third, you one shot-ers: thank you so much for R&R : Khayos, kytkis "Cruel Death of the Weasleys", Halvax , Chemical Dreamer, rleefitz - sorry no dragon love/wedding; maybe a future fic someday! piccolodian, riskeybusiness-thank you for the kind words, and for holding on for the duration of the ride!, SixPerfections, laurenrulez1 , Alexandra Udinov, Gypsy Druid- school is pretty damn violent. I agree with you. , RAM00-hope you appreciated. I'm bringing sexy back…, devildoc35 , Korny247 – no, I can't spell and I don't watch swan queen, either….and to stav jacobi 1986. And for all the anon lurkers - thanks for reading, as well.

Finally, this just in: I actually wrote an alternate/additional Epilogue...BUT, it is just so incredibly wrong, and probably too indecent for this forum, truthfully. I'm sure I'd be banished to Harry Potter Hell, without bail. (It features !DarkFleur, is kinda crackfic, and borders on incest...sort of.) I definitely would not be given an extra milk at lunch...that's for damn sure. Someday I'll get some Lady Nads and post it. *wink*

Anyhoo...outside of that inappropriate alternate foray I wrote, this actually is it, the last chapter. Thanks for gutting it out till the bitter end, and as always, thanks for reading!

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CHAPTER XX. The Next Generation (Epilogue-part II)

She hated her, right?

No...she didn't. She knew that was a lie. She had always known that was a lie...

Her body, tingled, everywhere, in anticipation. She could feel "stupid" Lene's body, taut yet supple, pressing insistently against her own; she felt Lene's hot breath across her own neck, ear, temples; almost as though the Ravenclaw was trying to determine how close she could get without actually connecting her lips to Lue's flesh. A rise of goosebumps went up and down her neck as she wondered what it was that the stupid girl was doing….

But a niggling voice in the back of her mind was forcing her to admit Lene wasn't altogether stupid.

In a husky voice, almost unrecognizable, the blonde Veela said to Lucinda with a sigh, "You will be loved, deeply...Lucinda Black…."

She gently nuzzled the neck she had been hovering over, with her nose. The gesture caused Lue to shiver. The beautiful blonde woman spoke again. "Your mother iz wrong, Lue. I can tell you for certain zat you are desired…"

She nuzzled closer. "…You are wanted...and you always have been, Lucinda Minerva Black."

Lue didn't open her eyes...she didn't have to. instinctively, she felt the closeness, and everything that went with it, from...her. Her sweet smell; Her heat, radiating off her body, and heating the air that had become their shared space.

The space whose square footage seemed to be lessening by the second...because of her.

Lene was pressing, closer. Her mouth was instinctively gravitating towards her cousin; the air became heavy all around them. It was a surreal moment for Lue, a moment that she knew what was going to happen, almost as though she was a spectator in her own life.

The dark Slytherin, in anticipation, trembled.

Lue felt the press of Lene's lips, softly but intently bearing down on her own. Lue's mind reeled. The softness, the pliancy, was absolutely maddening. It was unlike any kiss she had ever had before…and she had had plenty! Lene giggled, and quickly deepened the kiss, exploring her cousin's hesitant lips, pressing against her own. Lue's mind was completely blank, void of any thought other than how good those lips felt against hers; Lene flicked the tip of her tongue against Lue's bottom lip, which jarred the dark witch back to reality.

Her tongue seared Lue's brain, and virtually burned her mouth; her eyes shot open.

"Lene? What the hell are you doing?" Lue asked, voice barely above a whisper.

Lue was pissed at herself that her voice sounded more scared than indignant; she was pissed that her body was turned on, not repulsed; and finally, she was really pissed that she clearly didn't think Lene was so..."stupid", after all.

Clearly she thought Apollene was altogether...wonderful.

What?! Wonderful?

"Shhhh, ma longue amour..." Lene's voice was breathy, and hot; she put a finger on Lue's lips, silencing any further protests. Lue looked at her, utterly terrified.

They looked at each other for several long moments, and finally, the Veela wrapped her arms around her cousin as she gave her a reassuring smile, and pulled her close, again. Lene was no spectator; she knew what she wanted. Exactly…

The determined Veela reattached their mouths, pressing down harder into her cousin's delicious mouth. It was the mouth she had stared at, for so long, in utter want. Lene attacked it, with a gentle intensity; it was clear that she would not entertain another distraction.

The Slytherin's feeble resistance soon gave way to her tentative exploration. Lue's mouth slowly welcomed the hard, wet kisses offered from her cousin. Lue's body began to heat with the desire she couldn't deny any longer, and unconsciously she willed the Veela's lips to press harder.

Lue's carnal lust hit her; shocked, she pulled away. She had at some point tangled her fingers in her cousin's amazing blond tresses, and she pulled away, slightly embarrassed. Unsure of where to put her hands, exactly, she rested them on Lene's shoulders. Lene, however, had her arms firmly wrapped around her dark cousin's waist, and was continuing to keep their bodies close. Lene's eyes were unfocused; Lue was pretty sure hers looked the same.

The Slytherin said, simply, "You...You're...oh Gods...you're awfully good at this, Lene..." She shook her head.

"Am I?" She replied, disinterested. What held her interest was Lucinda's swollen and red lips, and that was where her gaze was, at present. In fact, her only interest was reattaching herself to her enticing cousin, and laving wet kisses on her. With a swiftness that startled Lue, the blonde Ravenclaw swept her head to the right, and focused her attention on the supple skin Lue's neck.

Lue gasped, the feeling so intense, it caused a charge of electricity to shoot directly to her core, between her legs. The dark witch closed her eyes with the sensation, breathless. Lene was murmuring in French, continuing to kiss, and lick, and nip her way up the brunette's long neck, eventually reaching her ear.

The Veela murmured in a husky voice, "Perhaps I'm not so much "good", dear cousin, as I am…."

She paused mid-statement to suck, hard, against Leu's neck, ensuring she would leave a mark. It startled Lue how arousing the sensation of Lene's mouth actually was, while her lips and tongue marked the only Black daughter. Lue felt as though Lene was taking a string attached to her nipples, and just pulling it at her whim; the way jolts of electricity would shoot throughout her body, culminating with rousing her nipples to a point with every little thing Lene did to her. Lue could feel the beauty grinning against her neck, and she could swear she saw her cousin's eyes flicker to admire Lue's taut nipples.

"….inspired by ze medium, Perhaps?" Lene said, languidly. "I zink zat you are… as zey say...my muse, non?"

Her cousin's silky voice...reeking of seduction with just that voice alone... caused Lue to tremble again. The voice, the words, the heat, the tension...the lust, the wanting; all added up to make Lene so desirable to her that she was coming to a crisis point. Wetness was pooling between the Slytherin's legs.

Never had she ever been so aroused...by anyone. Never had Lue actually wanted someone so much, as she did in this very moment.

And Lue wanted her...fiercely. Undeniably.

Lue's powerful rush of want startled the young woman. Lue never allowed something like lust to control her, ever; it was so unexpected that she actually gasped. Lue threw her head back, panting; in a moment of weakness, she groaned with desire...

Lene saw... her opportunity.

That gasp of surrender was the only "opportunity" she needed. Towering over her cousin, Lene gripping her shoulders, and pulling them together in a swift motion. Lene angled her mouth over the lips of her cousin, whose mouth remained still slightly agape, bearing down. Lue's open mouth permitted entrance enough for Lene's skilled tongue to take advantage. For the first time that night, Lene forced her tongue, unapologetically, into Lucinda's open mouth...

She explored the Slytherin wantonly, inside her mouth.

It felt so feral, so base…and it was impossible to deny any longer that this was turning her on, beyond belief. Lue felt Lene's probing and demanding tongue, , she shuddered and trembled, feeling her nipples harden.

"Ohhhh, Lene…" She uttered, breathless.

"Ne parle pas…" Admonished the dominant French witch, as their tongues tangled and danced inside Lue's mouth.

Sure, Lue had French kissed a ton of times before, but never like this! This was liquid fire….and what's more, she wasn't in control. Lue was usually the one who called the shots, driving the other person insane with desire. Now, someone else was clearly in charge, and she wasn't sure how she felt about that.

Lene's relentless tongue swept through her mouth, burning her...the delicious dips and swirls of the Veela's member made her feel such unfamiliar sensations, so much so that Lue felt like she hadn't ever been kissed before, until this very moment. Lene's ministrations with her incredible tongue, flicking and caressing the inside of Lue's mouth, was wreaking havoc on Lue's body; it was causing unexpected tinges on Leu's nipples. Lue flushed when she thought of where else that tongue might go…. and the Slytherin inadvertently felt her body shaking.

Actually fucking shaking, for Merlin's sake!

Lue couldn't help the sounds of desire escaping from her mouth, unfiltered. She felt like she was burning from within...she decided in that moment, to stop resisting, what her body so clearly wanted. So she pressed back, and kissed her cousin, hard.

It caused the Veela to gasp, for a change.

"Ohhhhh...fuck, you feel so good, Lene!" groaned Lucinda, her Veela cousin's sensuality intoxicating her senses, in a full frontal assault. Lue was no longer passive. Moving into action, Lue's hands went everywhere on her cousin. She wanted so badly to explore her, to feel her, to touch her…..everywhere! Touch her, Lue realized, and admitted to herself, she wanted to touch her cousin...underneath her robes...

It shocked Lue. She hadn't been aware of ever wanting to have sex with a woman before; now, she was positive she would die if she didn't have sex with this woman.

This woman...her cousin.

Lue groaned, aloud, at the implication of feeling like she would die if she didn't have sex…. with her cousin…and what that actually meant!

What a mess! Lue thought.

Lene clearly thought otherwise. The intent Veela was unhinged and off the chain, now that she finally...finally!...had confirmation! Her cousin felt the same way about her! Lene reeled, realizing that Lue wanted her, obviously feeling the same way; The normally reserved Ravenclaw, in fact, had always felt this way about the beautiful, troubled, complicated, dark, and inescapable witch that was her cousin.

Her Lucinda...

She has brought out the best and worst in me at times. Lene smiled, thinking how this girl, now a woman, had catalyzed the French woman into some version of a borderline predator.

Lene wondered to herself, I'm not sure if that's a good thing, or a bad thing...

Lue had turned Lene into someone she herself didn't recognize; someone so unlike her introverted and normally reserved Ravenclaw Prefect self; morphing into someone...something... that made her no longer recognizable to herself, anymore. And Lue had done it, just by existing. Now, Lene realized, it couldn't be undone. Lene had tasted the fruit; she wanted her. She wanted her cousin, so fucking much, that she would do anything!

Despite the fact Lene had never pursued anyone seriously in the past did nothing to deter the passion or the intent she had for this woman pressed against her body now; the woman whose mouth she was positively mauling with her lips. She thirsted for them! She couldn't get enough of them; the taste, the feel…like she had been starved before, and was now finally allowed to eat. It shocked her a little, how easily the role of predator was one she so ably inhabited. Apolline Delacour was willing to, and would, sink to any level… any depths or means necessary….to possess what her body craved so desperately.

Lene knew she was lost.

Most ironic was the fact that Lene had never truly felt "sexual desire" for another, before. Never. She worried once that she might be the only "frigid" Veela in existence.

But now, that clearly was no longer the case. She had desire and lust oozing out of every pore of her Veela body; it spilled out, drowning her. She realized that she had the clear capacity to become the base and carnal creature of her heritage.

She was indeed a functional Veela, and furthermore, she just needed... her mate.

Lene's body was heating up, unexpectedly, as soon as she thought that word to herself...mate. Lucinda Black was, and had always been, her rightful mate.

My mate! My mate! I need her...I need my mate! Her inner Veela screamed to be set free, recognizing Lue for who she was. The Veela wanted Lue, and would not be denied. The human girl didn't want to concede too much to the Veela's demands inside her, but ultimately she relented. Lene forced their bodies closer, allowing the Veela to be sated, exploring Lue's magnificent body, feeling it with her hands all over her robes. She allowed herself to squeeze the breasts she had been staring at, feeling the hard nipples, touching them through her robes.

In turn, Lue was murmuring appreciatively, groaning at her familiar touch. And then, Lene felt it; she felt the last of Lucinda's slight resistance just...fall. She actually felt the moment that Lue decided to give in, to her.

It was delicious.

Growling, she forced her tongue back into Lue's mouth, hungrily, thrumming with excitement when Lucinda met hers back, in kind, sucking it brazenly. Their kisses were becoming wetter and increasingly sloppier. Their glazed eyes were drunken from obvious desire. Lene was losing control to the Veela, who was demanding more.

"Ohmmm...you..I..." struggled the normally composed Ravenclaw. "I want...I want..."

"What?" Exhaled the Slytherin, in response, her lids heavy. "You want... what, Lene? What do you want, exactly?" Lue now was the one pressing herself closer. The messed up Ravenclaw was clearly undone by the feel of Lue so close to her.

The beautiful blonde exhaled. "Merlin help me..." Lene closed her eyes, tears threatening to spill, fighting down the base desires of the Veela. Her eyes remained closed as she continued, after composing herself.

What she wanted was so overwhelming, it threatened to consume her very soul, in this moment...Lene shook her head, as though to clear the fog, and clear her head. Gathering what little strength and rationality she had left, she formulated an answer. Looking directly into the dark eyes of her cousin, she took both of her hands and grasped Lue's face as she spoke. Earnestly, Lene voiced the hardest word she might ever say:

"You. ..it's you. I want you, Lue!" She exhaled, the tremendous weight of the effort of her confession sagging her delicate shoulders.

Her eyes were brimming with tears. "Help me...It's so wrong, it's so disgraceful, I know….I know zis! I know ze problems, I know ze obvious...you're my cousin!" Tears were now welling and opening falling from Lene's eyes. "I know zis...I know that it's wrong, and zat our parents would never approve! We both know zat."

They leaned their foreheads together, touching, the reality of the situation overwhelming them.

Lene closed her eyes and took a breath, steadying herself. "But I cannot bring myself to care, any longer, ma belle! I don't care what anyone thinks…including you!"

"Me?" Lue said.

"Oui. Zat is what I said….you, Mademoiselle Black! Frankly, you've never exactly made it eazy on me, eizer, Mon cher cousin!" She let out a tremulous breath. In that moment that Lene chose to open her eyes, gazing at the object of her desire with such a fierce determination, in a simple intense stare, that it startled Lue, its recipient.

The dark haired witch could do nothing but stare. Looking at how the Veela was openly gazing at her, conveying such hunger…Lue was speechless.

Frankly, it took Lue's breath away. She had never felt so desired or desirable before. She felt felt she felt something else….something indescribable. She didn't want to name the emotion, afraid of what it meant.

Instead, Lue chose to concentrate on the distraught woman, who was now pacing in the Prefect's bathroom that they currently cohabited in, at this moment. . Lene moved physically away, forcing herself to put physical space between them to calm her inner Veela, and continued to pace. . Lue walked over, and sat down on a bench at the opposite side of the room, watching her blonde cousin. The beautiful witch was wearing a path in the bathroom floor. She waited, patiently.

When Lene finally spoke again, her delicate voice was shaking slightly.

"Despite zis, despite ze improbability of all of zis, I can't help myself!" She took a deliberate step, closer to Lue. "Oh, help me! I…I… don't know what to do!" Another step closer. The predatory look was back. "For ze first time in my life, ma cheire, I cannot bring myself to do ze "right" thing, which would be to ignore ze beatings of my heart!"

She walked closer still, closing the distance, and concluded. " But... I cannot."

Lene sat down next to her on the wooden bench. The Ravenclaw looked down at the ground, and spoke barely above a whisper.

"Droit être damnés…My darling, Lue. It's you. Lue…it's you…zat I want! You-Lue, are my mate."

Lene sounded absolutely broken. Her eyes fluttered shut, trying to keep more tears from falling. "I want you so much I can't even breathe, sometimes!" She confessed, eyes closed.

She kept her eyes shut, part of her expecting the taunts and easy ridicule that were the M.O. of her cousin; hearing none of that, Lene finally opened her eyes, slowly. Inexplicably, and wonderfully, instead of the verbal taunts, she felt instead her cousin's nimble fingers gently brushing the sides of her face, wiping her tears away. Lue was looking patiently into the eyes of her cousin, her own eyes thoughtful, as she regarded her cousin.

Lue gazed deeply into the worried cerulean blue eyes of her cousin.

Then Lue did something very atypical for her. She measured her words, considering the effect of them, carefully, before she spoke. When she finally did respond, she said simply, "Lene...are you sure?"

Apolline exhaled, choosing only to nod, not trusting her shaky voice at this moment.

The dark witch explained. "Because...I'm not easy, Lene." Lue sighed. "Why would you choose me, for fuck's sake? Let's face it...I'm moody, argumentative, and am reminded that I am imperfect in every way..." She flashed an uneasy grin at the blonde.

"...At least you have ze good grace to say that with a grin, mon cherie!" Lene grinned back.

Looking away again, the Veela added, "You are not imperfect! Not to me..." She paused. She turned to regard her dark haired cousin. Gazing deeply into the dark eyes, she whispered, "You are not any of zat, to me, Lucinda. I zink zat you are practically perfect...and irregardless, dear, you're ze perfect fit… for me." She let out a breath.

Lue looked at her incredulously, trying to ignore the warmth her heart felt when Lene called her "dear". She tried to scowl at the blonde. "You're off your trolley! I…I mean…. I'm such a dullard, so damn dull, next to you! You're gorgeous! Lene...You're so graceful, and so kind...you're polite, you're brill, you don't talk out of turn, and people like you!"

Lene just shrugged. "Zey like my surface, because I'm a Veela, Lue. Zey don't see me...only you do."

"But I haven't been very nice to you, Lene." Lue sounded embarrassed.

The Veela smiled at her, regardless. "Zis is true. But there are little zings zat made me love you, you know? When zat awful boy from camp tried to put itching power in my panties, I know who it was that set his trunk on fire, Baby Bella!"

Lue blushed. "We were eight, Lene."

"Oui. Aussi... when zat wonky boy from Hufflepuff tried to say I had "done it" with him? Who slipped veritaserum in his Pumpkin Juice at lunch and forced a confession out of 'im, getting ze boy to admit he lied?" She cupped the chin of her cousin, looking into her eyes. "You did."

Lue blushed, the evidence mounting. She stammered, "I...I just wanted to see if I could make veritaserum, that's all..." Lue groused, embarrassed, her defensive instincts kicking in. She pulled her head back, looking away, scowling.

"Do I really need to go on?" The Veela said, gently.

"No, no, no!" Lue said defensively. Her mind was racing at all the million of examples of things she had done, not realizing what she was doing, in order to defend or impress her beautiful cousin. She inexplicably had zero self-awareness of what she had been doing, literally no shred of understanding at the time, but the evidence was undeniable.

She had been courting her mate, all along.

With a groan and a realization, she turned back to her cousin, and leaned her head on her shoulder, and signed. Lue stated, in borderline shock, "I've been in love with you my whole bloody life, haven't I?" Lene just gave her a mysterious smile that would have made the Mona Lisa envious, and put a reassuring arm around her shoulder.

"It's...It's ..oh bollocks! Damn it! It's true, isn't it?" Lue looked panicked, hiding her face in her hands.

Her cousin merely looked amused, enjoying Lucinda's roiling panic.

"Fuck me! Oh Gods, you don't have to answer that...just, fuck me! Bloody hell.. How is this even possible? Me? I..how..Oh, no! How didn't this happen, when I wasn't even paying attention? " She pulled her face out of her hands to look at her cousin. "Lene…When did I fall in love with you?"

Lue's face was sheet-white. Lene merely looked at her, fully enjoying her panic attack.

"Actually, I know the answer, don't I, Lene?" Gulping, she looked at her cousin in horror. "Lene…it's true.I've been in love with you since we laid together in the basset in the hospital, haven't I?" Sighing, she resigned herself to the truth. She said in hushed tones to herself, "Great Merlin….it's true, isn't it? I'm in love with you…"

Lene cupped her hands around Lue's face, tenderly. Surprisingly, it calmed her down considerably, and she felt her panic attack subsiding. The beautiful blonde, finally looking serene, just whispered reassuringly into her cousin's ear.

"And I'm so in love with you, Lue. Completely. I always have been..." Lene said, quietly. She spoke in the gentlest voice possible.

The air between them, shared, felt suddenly comfortable. Warm. Inviting. Lucinda no longer felt like she was suffocating. She felt herself locked into place, as she gazed into the dazzling blue eyes that she had been avoiding until now, and she swallowed, realizing just how centered she actually felt.

"So...now we know, I guess." She looked down at the ground. She chose not to look at Lene, right now, for the blue eyes were just too much for her to bear. Struggling to ask about the obvious elephant in the room, she finally got it out. "So...you seem to be more adjusted to this idea, Lene. Since you've already been thinking about this for longer than ten seconds, unlike me, answer me this, pretty lady: what do we do about it?"

Lue thought to herself, I really should be looking at her when asking this. Tentatively, she glanced up, to meet Lene's gaze. She wondered to herself: Am I strong enough to look at those pools of blue, and fall in them, again?

Mais, oui. Ma belle...you are very strong. You can look...

Lue flushed, realizing their special telepathy was open, and her thoughts were no longer private to her. She felt Lene's gentle encouragement again.

Look at me, Lue. You'll see..I promise! There is only love in my eyes, looking back at you, toujours.

Their connection was getting deeper, it would seem. They didn't have to focus on sending their thoughts to the other, anymore. Lue felt unexpected warmth ballooning up in her heart, as Lene placed her hand over Lue's pounding heart, gently calming the erratic muscle.

Then, the two brilliant witches gave each other a smile – a genuine, heartfelt, real smile. It was the most wonderful sight to behold, for the other. A warm golden glow filled their vision, and they felt it wrap around them, bathing them in the golden light. In fact, had they the ability to stand outside their bodies at that moment, they would have noticed this "glow" evolve around them, with a strand of translucent yellow string connecting them, entwining their two hearts.

However, since they had tunnel vision at the moment, that detail escaped them.

Lene cleared her throat. "S'il vous plait, dear cousin, I zink zat...um, as charming as ze prefect bathroom facilities are, may I suggest... an alternate location?"

Leu swallowed, and nodded.

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOX

Fleur sat up abruptly in bed, in England, at exactly the same time Apolline (Sr.) opened her eyes, and stared down from her portrait, in France.

Unaware that the other was doing exactly the same thing at the same time, the two witches turned to slumbering bodies either next to them, or below them, and announced in pressured speech to their respective spouses, the following declaration:

"Zey have started ze bond! Zey have bonded!"

And at exactly the same time in both France and England, their respective mates said the exactly the same thing:

"That's wonderful! Now, damn it, can you please go back to sleep, dear?"

XOXOXOXOXOXOXXOXOX

Bella! Wake up! Are you awake?

The groggy headmistress lifted her head from her pillow in her bed at Hogwarts. She stayed there, overnight, two days a week, leaving Hermione at the Black's London estate. Hermione had mentioned "alternate" arrangements when she finished with the ministry this summer; Bella looked around the room, wondering how all of Hermione's "stuff" was going to fit in the simple quarters.

I am, now. What's the crisis, dear?

Have you checked on the children? I woke up, feeling lighter. I don't like it.

Bella shook her head. And the hat called her, Bellatrix, a meddeler? It obviously hadn't met the kids other mother, Hermione Granger Black, Queen of the helicopter Parents, apparently.

The kids are fine, dear.

Have you laid eyes on Beedo and Bell-shit, I mean, Lucinda. Have you laid eyes on them?

Not since I went to bed, no.

Will you please?

I will if you insist. Plus, you are aware we have two third year students in attendance at this school, in addition to Beedo and Lucinda?

What's that supposed to mean?

Equal opportunity nagging and meddeling, that's all I'm saying. Bella chuckled, amusing herself. I thought you ran for Minister on a platform of equality… just sayin'.

Smashing. Now, give me a holler after you've patrolled the area. Thank you.

Bella sighed, swinging her legs out of bed. She recognized when her wife's requests were not "suggestions," but rather, "orders." Grumbling, she began the arduous task of putting on her night robes.

"Er. Um. I don't think you want to do that, Bella." Minerva's voice gently cautioned.

"Oh. Good evening, Minerva!"

"Mmmm. Well, then. I wouldn't go seeking out either Ms. Black or Ms. Delacour right now, if I may suggest... "

Bella chuckled, the situation dawning on her. "Ah. So I surmise that….I'll be seeing things my eyes can't unsee?"

"Something like that. Great Merlin, I wish I could have covered my own portrait up in that moment, actually. They are rather…how should I put this…hmm. Indisposed, and enthusiastic in their indisposition... " The former headmistress grimaced, clearly traumatized. "Spit spot, moving along…I forgot to ask you, Bella dear…How did Hermione take the news that Lue transfigures into the form of a Veela?"

Bella gave a nervous chuckle. "Oh...you know..."

"She wasn't surprised she has taken the form of a Veela, and not that of a dragon as is her parents' legacy?"

Bella said nothing, merely shrugging.

"Bella, it's never happened before, in history! Ever! No human witch has transfigured into a Veela; it is impossible without the "core" of a Veela accessible to the human! The essence of a Veela had to be gifted in order for Lue to make that happen, and no Veela has ever done that for a human...ever!" McGonnigal shook her head. "I cannot believe she wasn't impressed, given the magnitude of such a transformation! She wasn't shocked? Proud? Hermione Granger…Miss Education herself….she wasn't wanting to record it, for posterity?"

Bella continued to remain silent.

Realization dawned on the former Headmistress. Staring at her successor with incredulity, Minvera said, "Merlin's Beard! You didn't tell her, did you?" Headmistress McGonagall concluded, completely appalled.

Bella flushed red. "Well….not exactly, Minerva."

A cacophony of admonishments came from all of the headmasters of the past 100 years, all raining down upon Bellatrix. They had been eavesdropping on their conversation.

"Off my back, all of you!" Shouted Bellatrix. "Look, She had a busy week! I was going to tell her, I swear! And I will!" Glaring at Minerva, she said, "Thanks a lot, Headmistress! By any chance have you actually laid eyes on my kids, so I can get Hermione off my back?"

"Oh, yes, indeed...I have laid my eyes on them, and saw them. I saw a great deal of them, actually; much more than I would actually like to see. They are…ahem. Fine. But not exactly asleep, just yet."

"What were they doing?"

Minerva flushed. "I believe the proper term would be to comment only that they are having relations, and appear to be enjoying themselves."

Bella chuckled, evilly. "So...I was right. Say it, Minerva: 'Bella, you were right, you bloody brilliant witch! Your "staged fight" with your daughter gave your prim and extremely uptight niece, Ms. Delacour, the impetus to pull the stick out of her tight arse! It fostered the flame, I dare say, of their romance...you brilliant Slytherin goddess... and furthermore, it was the singular thing that gave her the push in the right direction that she needed!' Say it! I know its on the tip of your lips, Minerva!"

Minerva's lips merely pursed.

The portrait of Albus Dumbledore spoke up, interrupting. "Technically, my dear Bella, a staged fight implies both parties are aware that it is not an actual event. In this case, only one of you was aware it was a staged fight."

Bella pshawed. "Ehhh. It may have been fake, but I tell you what: its for Lucinda's good. She knows how I feel about her. If I didn't harass her, no one would. No one stands up to her as it is...already! And she's only eighteen years old!"

"Sounds like some other little stubborn girl I once knew..." Minerva said, crossly. "Thank god the two of you at least fear something."

"Really? What do we 'fear' Minerva? Cause I don't think there really is anything left-"

"Hermione Granger." Minerva quickly offered.

"Oh..." Bellatrix stopped, mid sentence. "Yes. That. Well...she's pretty scary, Minerva."

"Be that as it may, avoidance is never the right route to take with her, as you so often do, Bella. Honest communication is always the right approach with her."

"Well, I'll get around to it. I will. I didn't mention the fight at all, actually."

"You. Haven't. Told. Hermione. Yet?" Minerva was still stunned. "If I could send a howler, I would, Bellatrix Black!"

Bella gave her a glare.

"Next, you're going to tell me you haven't told her that Lue and Lene are each other's rightful Veela mates!"

Bella looked glumly up at the Headmistress.

This time, Albus and Minerva ganged up on her. Simultaneously, they yelled, in layers, over one another:

"My dear Bella, what is the purpose of keeping this information from your spouse-"
"She is going to be furious, and rightfully so! How do you expect her to take this news, being removed –"

"QUIET!" Bella admonished. The portraits silenced. She pleaded with her predecessors. "Look, Hermione has very strong views on this kind of thing, alright? Muggles have their laws about people related to each other getting married, and such!" Bella shook her head. "And honestly? I'm not really interested in getting another eight hour lecture about syphilis, inborn errors of metabolism, and someone named King George, again!"

"She can be pretty dogged." Chucked Albus, in acknowledgement.

Minerva however, looked merely annoyed. "Bella, you know this was going to come to pass! Bollocks, IT IS coming to pass, as we speak! Your daughter, and your niece, right this very minute, are...for lack of a better description... finalizing their Veela mating bond! It is wholly unfair to Hermione not to be mentally prepared for it!"

Bella spoke, darkly. "Begging your pardon, Headmistress….it is irrelevant how Hermione, or anyone else, for that matter, feels about their bond."

"What?" Roared Minerva. "Why, Bella, that's absurd! She's the child's mother! And Aunt!"

As the clock in Bella's office chimed midnight, Bella smiled mysteriously. "Correction, Minerva. She is the adult's mother, and the adult's aunt. They are now, no longer children. It's their birthday. They're eighteen."

Minerva looked stunned.

"I'm not as stupid as I look. Apollene senior helped me put a obscuring charm on Lucinda…so that she wouldn't truly realize her feelings, until today."

Albus said, "That's brilliant!"

Minerva, at the same time, said, "That's horrible!"

Bella merely shrugged. "Look, I know myself! And that kid is totally, 100% me. She wants what she wants, and she would have had Lene….at an age when they were unable to handle what that kind of a relationship and bond actually meant."

Minerva glared at her. "I cannot believe how paternalistic you are…"

"What? Hardly!" Bellatrix shrugged again. "Look…now she knows. She has full awareness of all her faculties. She can feel everything she was meant to feel for Apollene; moreover, she's a slightly more balanced adult than she was, as a thirteen year old, Minerva. Had she screwed it up at 13 because of her hot headed hormones, you know what the ramifications of a failed Veela bond are, don't you? You know its true."

Minerva, in protest, had left her frame.

She shook her head, muttering. "It was fine for me, to wait, 28 years…." She hrumphed. "Minerva!" Bella shouted. "It's not like she's not experiencing her true emotions! She is, now! When she's old enough to handle what the implications are!"

She was talking to an empty frame, and Albus looked at her with kind eyes.

"I think," He mused, "Love can be difficult at any age, Bella."

As if on cue, it was then that Narcissa's face showed up in the flames of the Headmistress' fireplace, frantically searching for Bellatrix. Bella regarded her wild eyed, panicked sister.

"Narcissa?"

"Sister! No time!" Narcissa panted. "Gird yourself! Fleur and Hermione are on their way to Hogwarts, and will be there at any second….wands blasting, proverbially speaking! Prepare yourself…Hermione is not happy."

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXXOXOO

"Fuck! Oh, Lene…." Lue's voice was infused with feral need. "You are just...you're just so wet, Lene..."

Lucinda was panting, while she ran her fingers methodically through the swollen folds, between Lene's wide open legs, exploring them, intently. Her folds were literally dripping with arousal…

"Zat's because I just had my mouth between your legs, dear cousin, sucking on your sex...and tasting your sex, for ze second time." Lene spread her legs wider, revealing herself to her lover. "And it would appear zat I am addicted..."

Lue grinned. Who is this person? She thought, thinking of her uptight cousin, who didn't like getting dirty when they played as kids. That girl was gone. Lue rested her forehead on the chest of the sensuous creature beneath her. The Veela arched her chest up, bending her head back, moaning wantonly, as Lue's fingers continued to stroke her wetness. She let out a bark of approval when Lue unexpectedly flicked her swollen bead for attention.

Her wetness...her arousal...the evidence was dripping between Lue's fingers.

Lue insolently flicked and grazed along the swollen nub of her cousin's clit, attending to it…she pressed down on it, hard, causing Lene to buck and leave welts on the witch topping her. With her fingers, that had elongated into claws from her arousal. Evidence of her passion... the angry red welts appeared across her shoulders and Lue didn't mind the souvenirs.

I cannot wait!Lue thought, wildly, looking at her naked cousin, underneath her. Little Veela girl, I am going to fuck you so hard, I'm going to fuck you, unconscious...….

"Mmmmm…..I would like zat…" Purred the Veela, digging into Lue's back.

Holy shit...did you just read my mind? Lue thought, nervously.

Yes. Why? Are you nervous? Embarrassed to admit how much you want me?

Grabbing Lue's face with one hand, she forced her to meet her intense gaze. The Veela spoke. "Lue...I'm not so fragile. I will not break. You can let go, dear! You can do the things you want to do, to me." She swiped her tongue against Lue's ear. Whispering, she husked, "zhose dirty nasty zings that you can't even admit to yourself you want...do zem to me, Lucinda. I want zem..."

"Ohhhh...you're tearing me up, Lene! Don't you know you feel so...you feel so fucking good, Lene." Lue's eyes were heavily lidded, and she did not appear like she could focus, at all. Because she couldn't. The Veela's unrepentant thrall made it impossible.

"Let your animal out, Lue..."

"I don't have an animal. Even Ma H says I don't have an animal..."

"Zat is not true! I saw your talons, your scales, and your fangs, ma chere. You are a Veela…and you are my Veela mate, n'est ce pas?" She bit the neck of her cousin, causing her to yelp. Sucking hard, she marked her cousin for good measure, then laved her tongue across the bruised skin. "Mmmmm...I just marked you, cherie." Lene said, satisfied.

"Proud of yourself?"

"Yes I am, actually."

Swiftly, she rolled them over, so that she was on top. She pinned her arms up over her head, and started at the woman she had trapped underneath her. She wedged between her legs, so their midsections were aligned against each other, then she ground down, hard.

"Feel so...good, so ready...mmmmm." Moaned Lue. I want...I want..." Her voice was sounding foreign to her, again.

Her fingers were stretching...

Her eyesight was getting hazy.

She felt herself cramping in her belly. "Ow!" She breathed heavily into Lene's ear.

"What? Did I accidentally pull your hair?"

"No, no. It's nothing like that. It's..."

Lue couldn't put words to it. She felt an almost burning need, to be inside this woman, to claim her...to make her belong to her, for the rest of their lives. That want was intangibly tied to the painful sensations in her body, she somehow inherently realized; She felt a cramp, so sharp it caused her to glance down, wincing slightly with pain. It was then that she saw it.

It.

Holy shit, she had grown an it. A…thing. Between her legs.

"OHMYFUCKINGGOD, what the hell is that?" Lue said, pushing herself away from Lene. "What-how- what happened to me?" She said, voice unraveling.

To Lue's horror, Lene did not stay away, Instead she got much closer, putting her head next to that thing, and grinning. Then she flicked her tongue out, as she grabbed the shaft and started pumping. Lene's tongue circled around the circumference of her "thing"

And it felt so motherfucking good, Lue thought she would pass out.

RHumming, Lene arched her eyebrows. "Zis is common, between same sex Veela couples, Lue. One will occasionally grow a …" Lene grinned, taking the full length in her mouth, and drawing out. Lue nearly died. "…temporary thing, for lovemaking and to produce offspring."

"Offspring?" Lue said, freaking out.

"Occasionally, it precedes a full Veela transformation, Lue." Lene explained.

Then Lene put her mouth on the large and hardening shaft, and began to suck it with fury. Lue was unable to speak coherently, after that.

"Oh…..fuck…..Lene. Wow…."

"Mmmmmm.." Lene said, grabbing the new member that had appeared between Lue's legs. "Are you going to transform, all ze way? Or are you going to just take me, like zis- and ram zat hard penis of yours into me-?" She was stroking the hard shaft with her hand, for emphasis.

She had Lue's full attention.

"So I ask you…dear cousin. Human form or Veela….How are you going to take my virginity, Lue?"

Lue swallowed, hard.

XOXOXOXOXOXXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXX

Flashback: Earlier that Evening….

Fleur sat up, startled, hitting Narcissa.

"What now?" Groused Narcissa, noting Fleur getting dressed. "Fleur, what in the world? It's eleven thirty at night! I have to get up early tomorrow!" Narcissa shook her head. "This isn't about that bonding, nonsense again, is it? I mean, isn't this what you and Bella and Minerva have all been plotting, for years? Them starting the courtship ritual?"

There was fire in Fleur's eyes. Narcissa looked uneasy. "What's wrong?"

Preparing to apparate, she looked at Narcissa. "Not only have zey started ze ritual of ze bond...zey have completed ze damn entire bonding process!"

"So what?" Narcissa asked, clearly not alarmed.

Fleur gave her a dirty look.

Narcissa willed her foggy, tired brain to work. Completed the bond...completed the bond... She struggled to remember her own bonding, it seemed like ages ago.

In order to complete the Veela bonding, one has to engage in the physical contract with one another. The physical contract. Contract...hmmm.

Oh.

Shit.

"They had sex!" Screeched Narcissa.

"Enfin!" Fleur said, huffing, as she prepared to leave.

"Where are you going, Fleur?"

"I am going to go grab 'ermione, and we are going to go kick zeir leetle assess!" Fleur said, growling. "You and Bella are worthless in zis department, you sink it is acceptable to have sexual relations at fourteen! Non! Zey have not done any of the traditions of ze veela bonding, yet! Zey have not even met ze families, officially!"

"Met the families?" Cissy said, incredulously. "Hello, Insane Fleur? They ARE family!"

Fleur pointed her wand at her wife. "Do not quibble with me!"

Cissy shrugged. "What? It's true! They are family, it's a fact! Why do they need to meet their own family?"

"Not just us!" Huffed the increasingly pissed Veela. "Ze coven, ze elders, ze extended family..."

"Whom they both already know, " Reasoned Cissy. "…and who all know your mother passed down her essence to Lucinda, with the very specific intention for this very day to come to pass, I believe. I don't think this is exactly unexpected to a single living Veela in our clan, dear."

Fleur hated it when "Facts" interfered with a beautiful rant she had going.

The irritated French auror did not want to be disturbed with the actual facts, at present. With a Pop! she apparated to the Black estate in London, and Narcissa could only hope Hermione had better luck with the enraged mother of the bride, than she did.

"Meet the family...really! Fleur, sometimes you kill me!" Cissy chuckled to herself, falling back to sleep. Before drifting off, she thought of Hermione.

It was then that she remembered….Hermione had no idea. Bella was supposed to break the news to her, gently…

"Holy shit!" Narcissa sat up, startled. "I have to warn Bella!"

XOXOXOXOXOXOXXOXOXOXOXOXOXXOXO

It had been a night of give and take, of rushed gestures and "hurry up and wait" intentions. When Lene found out Lue was actually a virgin, her brain had short circuited. It caused this newfound predatory and very atypical behavior of Lene's to intensify, becoming even more deliberate with the realization that she, Lene Delacour, was going to be the one to take her cousin's virginity.

She really, really liked that idea...

Lue had gone first; Lene's mouth on her, Lene's fingers in her, Lene thrusting into her...thrusting until Lue was no longer "pure" anymore; she had given herself over, fully, to her teen cousin.

Lue , in the past, had never wanted to be that close to anyone before. She never trusted anyone that much, nor felt that spark. occasionally, she now realized in retrospect, she had felt some of those feelings towards her cousin in the past, but they were such vague longings, it was no wonder she had no insight into her behavior!

They weren't like now.

Now, she felt unfiltered desire, and want. She wanted to fuck her cousin, to be with her cousin, to wrap herself up in that alabaster skin and hold on, tight. She wanted her so much! And now it was finally Lene's turn, to submit to her cousins intense desire, in kind...to offer her purity, to Lue. To complete their bond. She watched Lue nervously lick her lips.

Lene spread her legs, open. Lue could see her lips, glistening with the wetness of intense anticipation. Lue's eyes were changing colors.

"Does that arouse you, Lue? The thought of... taking me?" Lene sounded feral.

Lue shivered. Her newest anatomical item, the one swinging between her legs, stiffened harder. "Ohhhh...God, yes, Lene. You know it does!"

"Tell me...how much does it arouse you?" She husked, enticing the brunette, while continuing to stroke her shaft.

Lue's hands were in motion, running the length of her long body. "Oh, Lene…to take your purity away from you…me! To be the one who does that to you..." Lue was trembling, "I fucking love that…that it will be me."

"Me too. " Lene husked. "Zere is no one else for me, ever."

They kissed, intensely; Lue shivered. Lene had been teasing her…sucking her member until she was on the brink, then stopping, clamping down at the base of her shaft, insisting that when she came, it would be inside of her. Now Lene was languidly stroking her, and it was driving her crazy, the teasing…

Lue broke off. "We don't have to do it, with this…" Lue abstractly gestured down toward the strange new addition that seemed to be sucking all the blood and rational thinking out of the rest of her body. "We can do it, like you did me, Lene…"

Lene laughed. "Are you keeding?" She stroked it harder, tugging at the base. "You grew zis, for me! It is just for me…and it will make our bebe's, someday, when you fill me full of you, ma Cherie…"

The ramifications of her statement…of her, unloading her release, into Lene? Holy fucking fuck! Lue's mind exploded. Lene was more comfortable with Lue's "thing," than Lue was, obviously. She knew this was a part of the Veela culture, and she assumed that Lue would be one to sport the occasional appendage. Furthermore, she knew was what going to eventually happen, next...and she wanted it, so much, with her Lue. Lene felt like she was tired of knowledge, now, at this point; she wanted action.

"Take me, Lue." She pleaded, into the dark eyes of the woman above her. "Make love to me! Make me a woman..."

Take me. Yours.

Lue trembled with the gravity of what Lene was giving her. She knew, what it meant, for the Veela; she knew what Lene was offering. What if she couldn't love her cousin, like that?

What if she wasn't the one?

A gentle hand on her cheek brought her back to reality. "You are thinking too much, again, dear cousin! Instead of worrying about what will go wrong, perhaps you could focus on what is actually right."

Lue looked down, her eyes meeting the intense Blue gaze of the smiling woman underneath her. Lue, sighed, and collapsed into her arms. Lene hugged her, tight, kissing the side of her face, gently.

Lue peeked up at her. "I…I don't know how to say this…."

Just say it, ma cheire. They reverted to their silent communications. It seemed easier, somehow.

I feel so much for you, Lene. I tend to ruin things. Lue thought, her gaze cast downward.

No, you don't.

Yes, I do!

Maybe on the surface. Lene's hands gripped Lue's face, gently. But it usually works out the right way, on reflection. And more often than not, your intentions are good.

"Really?" Lue asked, aloud, the tiniest shred of hope in her voice.

"Vraiment." Lene nodded, insistent.

"Lene…I feel like I'm corrupting you. Corrupting something pure, and fragile…something I have no right to do."

Lene laughed, outright. "Really? At what point did you corrupt me? When I was the one who pushed you down on the bed, and I was the one who buried my fingers, three knuckles deep in you, breaking your hymen? I believe I was the one who forced you to come…. Twice, all over my hand and my mouth?" Lene laughed again, wickedly. "You took advantage of me? Hardly. I am a Veela, girl!"

Lue flushed. "Wow. Um, good points, there…" She looked away, blushing, as Lene laughed again.

"Wow, I do not believe zis! Ze big, bad Lucinda Black…embarrassed?"

"Peut-être …" Lucinda said, blushing harder, as Lene nuzzled her nose into the Slytherin's neck. Lene whispered into her ear, her hot breath tickling Lue.

"Ma magnifique cousin…."Lene said. "I took your virginity, first. I hardly think that's you corrupting moi, dear…" Lene gripped her shoulders, tightly, the Veela talons drawing points of blood on her back. Lene guided the head of Lue's penis till it was flush against her opening.

Naked, hungering for her mate, her legs open, Lene stared intensely and uttered the encouragement that finally undid Lue. she demanded of her Slytherin mate above her: "Lue…I want you! Do it…make me your woman."

Without a thought, without preamble, Lue drove her angry member deep into Lene, with one hard thrust; she buried herself all the way up to the hilt. She entered her and broke her hymen and filled her to the brink, in one fail swoop.

"Fuuuuuuuuck." Whined Lene, back arched, gripping Lue as though her life depended on it. "Merde! You are so…big!" She gasped.

Lue nuzzled into her neck, sucking it gently. "I know…I'll give you a minute to calibrate." Lene had felt the hymen snap open, under her forceful thrust; she now felt blood intermixed with arousal lubrication oozing around her shaft.

Lue's heart was swollen, knowing she was the one to do this to her...

She was Apollene's mate, now. Bonded.

"Ready?"

"Oui…mais alors, slowly! Please, just draw out slowly…." Lucinda complied. "Mmmm... Yes. Like zat…."

Lue then re-entered her mate, pushing with a tenderness beyond words. She was gently drawing out, and pushing in, even though her brain was exploding with the tightness of her mate, and the snugness against her temporary monster. Lue wanted nothing more than to pound the living hell out of that deliciously tight hole! But, she showed the greatest restrain, given the situation.

Lue began to move, a little faster. Lene squirmed, writhing underneath her.

Faster….pulling out farther, pushing in deeper….

Lene groaned. Lue was just too big, but she was trying.

Lue had an idea. Wandlessly, she performed a summoning charm. "Accio Ring!"

A donut shaped object flew into her hand, and she pulled out of Lene's hole. Looking down, she smiled at the glistening fluids decorating her shaft; Lene's arousal, the blood from her virginity, and her own (egad!) precome.

"Vat iz zat?" Lene said, regarding it, suspiciously.

"You'll see." Lue smirked, waggling her eyebrows. As she slid it down to the base of her ladycock, she explained. "A little muggle magic, actually. I saw it in Uncle Draco's drawer one summer."

"Ew!"

"Don't worry, this isn't his." Leu commanded the object to turn on, and it began a low, vibrating hum. As she reinserted herself into Lene's voracious opening, Lene squealed.

"Ohmigod, it's….it's vibrating!"

"MMMmm-hmm. And that's not the best part, yet!"

Lene forgot all about Leu's girth, so lost in the sensation of her vibrating member; she grew even wetter, if that was even possible! When Leu drove in, deep to her base, the tip of her penis touching that rough part of her that made her utterly unravel, it was then she learned the "best part".

The ring's vibration center would brush against her clit, as Leu drove the member all the way deep into Lene.

"Ohhhh…..my …oh, fuck!" Lene gasped, her eyes rolling to the back of her head.

"Told you." Grinned Leu.

"Faster! Merde, fuck me, Leu, fuck me harder, right this instant, or I will fucking keel you!" Panted Lene.

"Your wish is my command, dearest." Grinned Leu, pulling out, and driving into Lene, as deep as she could.

Without preamble, their actions became more frenzied. Sweat dripped off both of their bodies; Lene felt her body amplifying, getting ready to come, for the third time in 30 minutes….and as her orgasm hit, while her clit was assaulted with the sensation of the vibrating ring pressed against it, and that sweet spot was being tickled deep inside her by Lue's swollen member, Lene felt her walls clench, and clench, against Lue…

And that sweet massaging grip against her shaft was all Lue needed. "Holy fuck!" She gasped, as the powerful orgasm hit her. She collapsed into Lene, as she felt herself unload, ropes and ropes of come….into the woman underneath her.

Their orgasms drew out ….longer and longer, Lue's body spasming above Lene's. She was still coming into the beautiful French witch, who apparently was her cum receptacle, she thought, slightly embarrassed to what she had reduced her cousin, to fulfill her own carnal desires.

"I love ze feel of your cum in me, ma belle!" Lene said, in a breathy moan, erasing any embarrassment Lue might have felt. She collapsed, into Leu, turning the ring off at the base of her cock.

"Stay in me." Lene whispered.

"Not a problem. I don't think I have the energy to pull out, anyway…" groaned Leu.

"Mon dieu...you still feel hard, Leu..."

"That's becauseI am still hard, Lene."

"Does zat mean zat maybe you can fuck me, again?" Lene asked, tentatively.

Resting her head, eyes closed, on Lene's shoulder, she murmured. "That means I am most definitely going to fuck you again..." The Slytherin sighed contentedly. "In just a few minutes…" she added, yawning. She nuzzled into the naked and voluptuous breasts of the Delacour woman underneath, whose body was just so...captivating.

True to her word, she remained buried deep in the witch below her, however. Lene was already starting to feel aroused, knowing that Leu would be fucking her, soon...

...which is precisely how Hermione Granger Black and Fleur Delacour found their children, as they barged into Lene's room, unannounced, in Ravenclaw Tower.

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOX

The fork had been tapping on the Baccarat crystal, handmade in France, for a solid two minutes.

"Zut alors!" The frustrated witch said. Fleur, completely agitated, looked to Bella, who was arching her eyebrows back at her BFF. Bella sat up, moving from her slumped position, and cleared her throat, very slightly.

Every single child immediately stilled their activity, looking up at the dark witch.

"Children, please shut your pie-holes!" The room immediately silenced. Bella continued, in a warning tone. "Honored guests, Auntie Fleur, the mother of the bride, has a few words she would like to say, I believe. Fleur, the floor is yours, dear."

As Bella glared the room down, once could hear a pin drop as "Auntie Fleur" began to speak. Looking at her only child, the purpose to her life, Fleur's eyes welled up with tears. Apollene, gazing devotedly back at her carbon copy mother, burst into tears, as well.

"And this...codependence..." Bella interjected, "Serves to remind us all why you shouldn't have just one child..."

The room broke out in laughter.

"That doesn't mean you should populate like rabbits like the Black Brood!" Someone yelled from the back.

"Hey... if ya Slap-n-Tickle like rabbits...ya populate like rabbits!" Another drunken voice replied.

"Woah woah woah!" the former Minister raised her hand. "Keep it civil, please. Small children are present!" Hermione admonished.

"Bloody hell, Ma, it's true, though!" Pew Black yelled out, causing a roar to go through the crowd. "Speaking a from the perspective of one of the small children, that is."

Hermione simply sat down, covering her face, and Bella gave her a positively filthy look. Without looking, she cast a thought to Bella. Stop looking at me like that, Bella...

Like what, Puppy?

Like you want to either eat me or fuck me, right here, on this table...

Bella's grin simply grew larger. Well, the truth is out there, isn't it?

The rowdy crowd only calmed, the boisterous group dying down when Lucinda Black, herself, stood up, moving towards her future mother in law. She put her arm around Fleur, and silenced the crowd with a glare. The future bride to be looked so eerily like a young version of her Slytherin mother, it was scary. However, Lucinda had grown into her own; she was obviously comfortable with herself, and was proving herself to be every bit the Auror that her fierce mother once was.

Her mother could still go toe-to-toe with her, however; nowadays, however, it was even money who would emerge triumphant.

"Damn circle of life!" Bella would mutter, when Lucinda would best her.

However, today, at the reception, as Lue stood next to Fleur, in a protective stance, Lene felt her heart swell. Lue was every bit the mate she hoped for; this was the happiest day of her life.

Well...second happiest. The happiest, of course, was when they finally sealed the deal, completing their bonding ritual that day at Hogwarts' and made love; of course, it could have ended better. Having your mothers burst in on you, while you are naked, sweaty, lying in a room reeking of sex was not the way to break it to them. Especially not to a witch so ridiculously proper as Mrs. Granger-Black.

The same woman who, to this very day, even...would still blush when Lene met her gaze for too long.

As Fleur rose to give the toast to her daughter and her new daughter in law, Lene's mind drifted to the horrors of their discovery, once again. It at least started the dialogue, she supposed; although Bella had not done them any favors by not sharing her knowledge of Lucinda's Veela status or their bonding. Hermione was just kind of mad at the world indiscriminately; and her rage towards Fleur was tempered at least by the fact Fleur had at least told her and accompanied her to Hogwarts, a la some horrible chick caper movie.

Eventually, she forgave everyone, but Bella had to work for it. Fleur and Narcissa enjoyed watching Bella grind her way out of the doghouse, as did all of the Black Brood. It was not often Bella lived on her knees; Hermione was perhaps the only one who could make her work for it. Hell, not even You-Know-Who scared Bellatrix Black...but a pissed of Hermione scared the living piss out of her.

However, it didn't take long for Bella to get her swagger back, waggling her eyebrows and making totally inappropriate comments regarding her bride...whom she was obviously very much in love with, to this day, to the disgust of their children. She made no secret of the fact their "ancient" mothers were still "getting it on..."

Honestly...Lene asked Lue in their silent communications. How did someone like, well, Bella...you know, hook up with such a prude like your other mother?

Lue looked at Lene with an evil glint. You really want to know?

Well, kind of...

Ma said she simply bent her over, and fucked her brains out, actually! Simple.

Lene said nothing for a long pregnant moment. Then she asked, in disbelief, She actually said that?

Lue looked at Lene, and laughed out loud at her flabbergasted expression. Hey, this is Bellatrix Black we're talking about...of course she said it!

You and your mother are so inappropriate. Lene simply shook her head. I should have been Hermione's daughter.

Well...you got your wish, now didn't you? You know, in that moment when you said "I do..."

Lene gave her former fiancée, now wife, a dazzling smile from across the room. It still doesn't answer the question of how they even got together. I understand what happened once they did...don't need that visual again...

The Slytherin rolled her eyes at her new wife. "Really?" She said, out loud. "You're really asking me that?"

"What did she ask you?" Sirus asked, confused. "I didn't hear her say anything?"

"Ah-HAH!" Bella said, snapping her fingers, clearly eavesdropping. "I knew it!" She pointed at Lue and Lene, glaring at them with an evil smile. "You two have telepathy as well, dont you?"

The newlyweds flushed, caught.

"It's just kinda legillimancy, isn't it?" Beedo said, trying to bail them out of a jam.

"It isn't anything like legillimancy." Hermione said. "It uses a different communication frequency altogether."

Lucinda cast an evil grin, mirroring that of her mother exactly. The two were sporting equally evil smiles in this moment and looked like carbon copies of one another. Cooly, she purred, "And you would know this...how, Mother?" She asked, deliberately.

Hermione blushed, caught. "Well, as you know, Lucinda..." she started deliberately, "the..the ministry looks into these sort of things. Of course I'm aware of these details."

"Zen why did Bella say 'as well' Maman?" Lene said, batting her eyes, innocently.

"I said no such thing!" Bellowed the dark haired huffy mother of the bride.

Lene cast her most dazzling smile at Bellatrix. "Sil vous plait, ma dear mother in law...I believe your exact words were: Ah-HAH! I knew it! You two have telepathy as well, don't you?...I am positive... Je suis certain, Madame!" She batted her eyelashes, for effect.

Lucinda chuckled. "Ma...she's got a memory like a steel trap. She is a human pensive. It's futile to argue..."

the four of them were at an impasse, and only Beedo knew what the hell was going on. He rose to the occasion.

"ladies...ladies! Most esteemed and powerful witches, who happen to be related to me...would it be fair to say, if you came across such a supposed technique, you would report it's existence to the Ministry, as required by law, if and only if ...and when... You acquired definitive knowledge of how such a technique might theoretically work?"

"Bro...what the hell did you just say?" Godrick asked, perplexed.

"I'm saying, such wise and tempered witches, such as our mothers and sisters here, would never prematurely rush to report mere speculation to an origanization, such as the Ministry... Without definitive proof and a thorough understand of how such speculative techniques might work, correct?"

"correct..." Hermione said, tentatively.

"Anyzing less zen zat, would be hopelessly premature...a waste of ez ministry's time, one would zink..." Lene murmured.

"Exactly! So... Let's carry on, shall we?" Beedo said, defraying the tension.

Bella and Lucinda were glaring at each other, warily.

It would have been nice if you mentioned to your mother you had this gift, Lucinda Minerva Black! Bella fumed silently.

Oh no you don't! Get the fuck out of my head, mother. This telepathy is for Lene and I, alone. Lucinda responded silently.

Lene and Hermione just looked at each other, and rolled their eyes. To onlookers, it looked as though they were just staring each other down.

Their two calm spouses knew otherwise.

Zey are arguing via telepathy, cest vrai, 'ermine? Lene thought, looking at her new mother in law.

Hermione sighed. It would appear so, Lene dear. At least it will be a hellavua lot quieter this way!

Lene sniggered out loud. "Amen!" She agreed with Hermione, nodding.

Hermione put her arm around Lene. No disrespect to Fleur or Narcissa, but I'm flattered you think you should have been my daughter...I've found myself thinking the same thing, over the years, about you, dear.

Lene smiled, and leaned in, giving Hermione a genuine death squeeze of a hug. Sirius leaned over to his twin, whispering something to the effect of wondering why they seemed to be missing so much sub text; Godrick could care less, as he caught sight of Lene's Veela relatives, who were presently moving toward the dance floor. He quickly excused himself, pulling his hapless brother and Beedo with him.

Hermione and Lene watched the boys depart, amused, while Narcissa and Fleur left as well, to exchange pleasantries with their coven. Hermione turned to Lene, and chose to speak out loud, as it was relatively private between the two of them. Bella and Lue were still engaged in their private Mexican standoff at their end of the table, unaware of anything around them.

"Lene, dear...I want you to know something. I couldn't love you any more than I do...I couldn't love you more, if I gave birth to you myself, Lene."

Tears formed in Lene's eyes, as she looked at her beloved Aunt, now Mother-In-Law. Hermione squeezed Lene's hands, being very English, she wasn't prone to big physical displays of affection.

But it didn't matter to Lene...Hermione loved her, like her own daughter. She didn't understand why it made her so happy; but it did. She had always sought Hermone's approval, her whole life, and admired her deeply. She was very happy...until she realized a very important fact.

"Wait un moment...'ermione! You knew what I said to Lue..."

"Yes, that's why I wanted to tell you I felt the same way, dear!"

"Maman...I did not say that," Lene lowered her voice to practically silent tones. "I didn't say zat out loud, 'ermione!"

"No? Oh, well...So you didn't." Hermione dismissed.

A look of panic crossed Lene's face. Does zat mean you heard all of ze ozer zings I said to Lue?

Bella and Lucinda's heads swiveled around like rapid-fire, as they looked at their wives. There was no color, at all, in Lene's face. The two dark witches quickly composed themselves, and looked at each other.

Lue, Hermione, and Lene all heard Bella's communication, next. Damn straight, she probably did! And if I know my wife, which I do, she's probably been eavesdropping on you two since she inappropriately barged in on you at Hogwarts!

Lue now was devoid of any color in her expression.

Hermione was the next to "speak." Settle down, I didn't listen in on everything. Just enough to make sure you weren't getting into a situation you couldn't get yourselves out of...

MOTHER! Leu screamed, virtually. Her mind was reeling, replaying any possible conversation she had with Leu, which might have been inappropriate.

Bella spoke out loud. "Oh, for Merlin's sakes. Keep your panties on, who gives a fuck? Yes...everything was probably inappropriate! But shit, kid, you're married now, for fuck's sakes!"

Lucinda laughed. "And those are the loving words of the mother of the bride, folks, sharing her wisdom with the newlyweds."

Hermione chuckled, but Apollene still looked mortified. Bella merely glared, drinking more of her fire whiskey. Lue poured herself some, and chuckled at her mother's typical style.

"Now I know why Hermione was all hot to go buy you condoms, Lue..." Bella said, nonchalantly.

Lue spit her fire whiskey out, all over her mother. "What?"

"You just spit on me, you little turd!" Bella roared. That was the opening salvo. They both kicked their chairs over, and stood, nose to nose, glaring.

The other bride frowned, immediately. "Merde! You would zink, on our bloody wedding day...!" Lene hissed, to Hermione.

"Why do you think I wanted ours to be private?" Hermione hissed back. "Less people to for Bella to brawl with, that way!"

The two dark witches were both bowed up, glaring each other down. Now, however, Lue was actually taller than her famous mother, which she noticed for the first time. She stood up, even taller, smirking at her mom.

Its because you're in heels, dumbass! Bella thought, scowling at her daughter.

Lue rolled her eyes. Do you think, mother, that just once, ONCE, you could say something without being insulting?

Unlikely.

No shit, Mother! That was a rhetorical question, actually...it didn't require an answer. I already knew the answer, actually.

Well, that seems like a waste of everyone's time, then!

"Je ne le crois pas !" Lene fumed, throwing her hands up in the air. "I cannot believe zey are using this romantic ...zis gift... zat we share, to argue and fight wiz each ozer! Merde!"

"Incredible, isn't it?" Mused Hermione, out loud. "It's as though we married... men... sometimes, isn't it?"

"Oui!" Lene agreed, passionately.

The two dark witches swiveled their heads for the second time, staring at their wives for the second time. "I heard that!" They both said, at exactly the same time.

"Jinx!" They said again.

"Jinx, Jet Pack!" They said, breaking into pearls of laughter.

Their spouses sat quietly, regarding them self-amuse each other.

Correction. Lene said to Hermione telepathically. Not men...boys. We married boys, 'ermione...

Hormonal boys. Hermione added.

Lene nodded, in agreement, and the two calm witches raised their wine glasses, toasting their Pinot and drinking to their shared fate, amazed. At the other end of the table, Bella had her arm propped around her daughter's shoulder, and they were both alternating taking swigs of fire whiskey directly from the bottle, while they stared down their wives.

"They're talking about us, kid." Bella mused, as she took a swig, and handed the bottle to her daughter.

"Obvs, Ma!" Lue concurred, taking the offered swig. "I see them plotting, over there.."

This display earned yet more scowls from both of their wives, respectively, which amused the Slytherins, greatly. It could have gotten more interesting, but the rest of the entire wedding party was assembled in the other room, and Fleur was calling for them. The Veelas were going to do some kind of traditional presentation to the newlyweds.

Bella and Lue sighed, each taking one last swig and polishing off the bottle.

"I'm just waiting for one of them to burp..." Lene whispered to Hermione, earning a genuine laugh from the older witch. They walked off to the other room, arms linked, and talking and laughing, leaving the two dark witches behind.

Lue looked to her Slytherin mother. "Great...the daughter Hermione never had!"

Bella clutched Lue's face, and looked her in the eyes, suddenly.

"Lue...you know Hermione is so proud of you. You are her only daughter...and she loves Lene, and is so glad she's with you. But remember...She loves you, more than she loves herself, dear one." Bella looked at her, seriously. " She would do anything for you, Lucinda."

"Bloody hell, Ma! What's with the Hallmark moment?"

"I don't know what that means."

"Its a muggle statement." She scanned her mother's face. "seriously, Ma... what's up?"

Bella sighed. "Sometimes, I think that you're too much like me. People assume because you're so strong, you don't need the same things everyone else does. Love, comfort, reassurance...but they're wrong. I...I just want you to know how much your mother and I love you, Lue."

"First of all, you're creeping me out! Second of all...of course I know that! How do you think I put up with your insanity, Mom? It's because you're either trying to make me better, or its some perverse way of yours to show me how much you love me. I know that."

"I was talking about Hermione, Lue."

Lue nodded. "well, I'm talking about you, Ms. Deflector. And you know what? I love you too."

She leaned in, and hugged her mother, who returned it, tears in her eyes. Pulling away, Bella looked at her daughter, and felt like she was looking in a mirror. However, this was the way it should have been...this was her happy ending.

And she smiled, as they turned to head towards the room, where all of their friends and family waited for the two dark witches, in celebration. Bella however, was looking at her daughter, who was absolutely glowing. Bella smiled and she hugged her, one last time. Bella whispered in her ear:

"I always wondered what a "happy" life would actually look like, when I was your age, Lue." Bella mused. "Now I know...I'm looking at it."

Mother and daughter entered the Grand Ballroom together; fitting, really. The Black women were striking, and fully in command of their surroundings, without any effort at all, on their part. With matching grins, they held hands as they walked into the room, together.

XOXOXOXOXOXOXO

The last toast of the evening was fittingly reserved for Bella.

Bella stood up, and the music stopped. Draco hushed the crowd, and amplified the suddenly reticent voice of his Aunt. Draco had a bittersweet expression on his face that left his wife puzzled.

"Shhh. You'll want to hear this." He said.

You could hear a pin drop. Hermione gave her wife a reassuring smile. Bella began, tentatively. "First of all, thank you, everyone, for coming. For sharing this joyous day, with our families. For those of you that actually are family, well...thanks for making it."

Chuckles broke out, as expected.

Bella drew a long sigh. "This is an interesting day, for myself and Hermione...Lucinda's parents. I remember when she was born...I said, to myself...'Oh SHIT. Look at her! She looks just like you!' and that began our journey..."

More laughter.

"A journey in which I have been trying to keep up with Lucinda Minerva Black, ever since..."

She looked at her daughter, and raised her glass.

"A journey, that brings us here, today; to bring you and Apollene together. I, as your mother, couldn't be more happy with this day; for today is the day my baby kite has finally found its string."

A round of "AAaaawwwww's" were heard.

She raised her hand, silencing the group. "But it is also a sad day, as well, for Hermione and I. You see, we are forced to accept that our baby, Lucinda, is now complete." Bella fought back the tears. "You see, I forced myself to think I had to stay alive, because if I didn't, what the hell would become of Lue?"

More laughter, this time a little nervous.

"But somewhere along the way, when I wasn't looking, she became this... fierce, smart, talented, brilliant, loyal, kind and altogether beautiful woman...inside and out. Lucinda, you have made my heart swell with pride, as your mother; I couldn't ask you to be anything other than exactly what you are."

The tears were starting to fall, and even the most grizzled eyes were misting.

"For you see, parents aren't supposed to have favorites. Well, I'm not most parents."

A rouge "you can say that again!" was heard from the peanut gallery, sounding suspiciously like Ginny Weasley, and causing more laughs.

Bella grinned good naturedly, and said, "Okay, I will say that again: I'm not most parents. I have a favorite. It's you, baby." She looked at Lue, her expression on her sleeve. "Its always been you."

"Boy discrimination!" Yelled Sirius from the back, setting off the next round of giggles.

"Hey! Shut it, Black!" Bella yelled back. "I'm talking, here!"

"Or what? You'll Crucio me?"

"Yes." Bella deadpanned, not a hint of a smile.

Sirus looked nervous. "Just kidding, mom!"

"I'm not."

Nervous laughter ensued. After a beat, Bella spoke again. "You see, dear wedding guests, it works like this in our house: Everyone and their dog, loves Hermione. She has all of the boys, who adore her, which is fine. Because there's five of their damn asses, in our house!"

More laughter.

"Don't get me wrong...I love them, and I would do almost anything for them. I will not give up my recliner in the living room for them, for example. But I love my children, more than I thought was ever possible. Be that as it may, the truth is undeniable; all the boys seem to belong to their mother, Hermione. That's fine. Boys love their mother, they say, and one couldnt ask for a better one than my wife!"

Bella paused. "But me? I have one thing: the girl. And she is my most treasured thing in the entire world."

Tears rolled down Lue's face, and she shook her head.

"So...Lene? Listen up, child: I'm telling you now. IF you break her heart... and I don't care if I'm dead, I will return from the grave if necessary...and I will come find you, and beat your ass until you can't remember your own name, got it?"

Lene looked a little startled, glancing nervously at Lue.

"Hey! Stop looking at her! I'm the one whose going to render the beatings!"

Nervous laughter.

Lene raised her glass. "I'm glad zat I love her enough to make ze most...um, originally romantic wedding toast come true, zen! (laughter). I would not like to face a undead Bellatrix Black. (laughter) Salut! Here's to love."

More laughter, and some drinking. Bella nodded her head, and drank.

"I hope so, dear Lene. There are witnesses." Bella gestured dramatically around to the room, causing more laughter. Hermione shook her head, and gently nudged her wife. Bella smiled back at Hermione.

"My wife is reminding me I have a point to make, and to wrap it up. We all know that look..."

Murmurs of "um-huh" confirmation filled the room. Lue was looking at her mother, amazed. Who knew she was so charming? It was always Hermione who was the charming one...and truthfully, Lue was surprised Hermione wasn't the one to offer their toast.

But she was glad it was her other mother who rose to the occasion.

Bella cleared her throat, and continued, "Be that as it may, your interruption," she gave a pointed look at Lene, which drew a few "uh-ohs" from the crowd, "reminds me that I have one random comment..." Bella looked to her left, where Narcissa and Fleur were seated next to them. "I have a question to my dear sister and my BFF: Narcissa, you speak the King's English, yes?"

"Better than the King." Narcissa said, generating more laughter.

"Right! And Fleur...you were present at the birth of your child, correct?"

The beautiful witch tossed her hair, and sighed, theatrically. "I believe zat is correct, but I cannot confirm nor deny."

Laughter.

Bella rolled her eyes. "Thank you, Agent Mommy, for your very Ministryesque response."

Laughter.

Bella looked at the crowd. "So, here is the mystery I've wondered for twenty one years, now: My sister's diction is excellent. Apollene was born...right down the street. Other than the few times a year she spends with you lovely folks," she gestured at the impressive contingent from the Delacour coven that had attended, "Which by the way, thank you for coming...it means a lot. It also serves the important reminder of how ugly the rest of us are!"

Bella paused for the perfunctory laughter. One of the more drunken Veela relatives yelled, "I zink you're hot, Bellatrix! I'd do you!"

More laughter. Bella gestured, and the rowdy crowd finally simmered down.

"Thank you, that's sweet. But I'm taken...and have been, since before she was even born. (coo's and 'whipped' filled the room). But its good to know I can still do it with a Veela half my age...if they're drunk, that is. And blind. (More laughter). Anyway, if we could move this along... my only point, Cissy and Fleur, is this: what the fuck?"

Raising her eyebrows, letting the pause sink in, she said, "I mean, Lene is pretty damn English! She went to English schools, all her life. Your house elves are English, except for that Portuguese one who keeps visiting. So answer me this: Why has she always spoken, with a French accent...even heavier than Fleur's, damn it?"

Huge, raucous laughter filled the room. Bella worked the crowd. "I'm just sayin'..."

"Merlin's beard! She's hilarious! Who knew?" Whispered Pansy, to Neville.

"It won't be funny in a minute...just wait. Do you have Kleenex in your purse?" He answered, mysteriously.

Back at the speakers' podium, Lene gestured towards Bellatrix to "come hither." Bella complied, stepping off the podium to hear. Whispering to her former headmistress, Lene said in absolutely perfect English,

"Because the English are boring, Aunt Bella! And, frankly, excepting my wife, they are not all that attractive. In direct contrast, well...The French are hot."

Lue's eyes were as big as saucers. "You've been faking!"

Resuming her more typical speech pattern, she grinned. "I prefer to zink of it as a mere embellishment, non?"

Bella grinned at Lene, whispering back to the newlywed, "Hey, I like you, kid. And Lue...by way of perspective. Look, your mother is actually not allergic to peas. She just says that so she doesn't have to eat them."

Lue looked flabbergasted. "But...she even had an epipen!"

Bella shrugged. "What can I say? She really doesn't like peas! You've learned an important lesson: Marriage is often full of a "williness to suspend your disbelief", dear. No more, no less."

She patted Lene on the back, and returned to the podium, with a grin.

"Okay, so, no more distractions. So, this union, here between Apollene and our daughter, Lucinda," Bella gestured towards them, "marks an important passing; a milestone really."

Fleur was crying, to the crowd's surprise. Narcissa furrowed her brow, perplexed. Save three people in the room, no one had ever seen Agent Fleur Delacour cry, and it was startling.

"What the hell, Fleur?" Yelled Ginny. She silenced, when she saw a solitary tear roll down her husband's cheek. "Harry, what's going on?" The Auror recognized a conspiracy when she saw it.

"Just wait, dear."

Bella continued talking, looking like she was going to cry herself. Hermione squeezed her hand, and handed her several parchments wrapped in red ribbon.

"You do it, dear...I can't."

Hermione nodded, handing each of the carefully wrapped scrolls, one by one, to each of their children. She whispered instructions to them not to open until Bella gave them the word.

"So, Hermione and I wish to live a much simpler life; and Leu's wedding day has allowed us to think about what it is that truly makes us happy. Because my job here is done. What job is that, you ask? Well, something along the lines of save the world, love Hermione Granger, and make sure Lucinda is settled. I'm not sure which of the three was more daunting."

There was more laughter.

"Well, today marked the last of my jobs. Lene, you gave my baby roots. Just as Hermione did for me, I know that Lue's future is bright; she had the grounding she needs to grow into a mighty Oak. Or at least, stay out of Askaban."

More laughter.

"So, Hermione has finished her one year tenure as the DADA professor; we can't have the fine tradition of "one and done" change, at Hogwarts, now can we? And she has also fully transitioned in Draco Malfoy to the position of Minister. We both have every confidence that Minister Malfoy will see us into an era of unheralded peace, and prosperity."

A round of spontaneous applause broke out, acknowledged by an embarrassed wave from Draco. He stood up. "Here's to Hermione Granger Black, my dear friend and mentor." Draco said, raising his glass. "I love you, Head Girl."

"Don't tell my wife, but I love you too, Head Boy." She responded, to laughs. Rounds of "hear-hear" and "salut" were heard, and the clinking of glasses.

Bella smiled, and paused her Wedding Toast, now a full-on oratory, in order to give her wife a kiss. She then continued after she collected herself, a tear running down the side of her cheek. "Evidence of her tenure is all around you, right now. Look at this wedding party! The wedding party includes Veelas, House Elves, Witches and Wizards, and even a damn muggle!" She winked at her research advisor, sitting proudly in a tuxedo. (Laughter). "I can assure you, this is very different, from the Black family wedding of the past (laughs). All thanks to this one, here..." she paused, to clap and smile at her wife, who blushed.

After the round of applause concluded, Bella spoke seriously again. "So, I have accomplished what I promised I would do, in my Tenure as Headmistress of Hogwarts. After lengthy conversations with the previous leadership of the school, we all agreed unanimously. I will be stepping down, effective immediately"

Shocked gasps were heard throughout the room, and shouts of protests followed.

Narcissa pinched Fleur. She hissed, "You knew, didn't you..."

Fleur said nothing, just shaking her head, and crying, silently. Unbelievable, thought Ginny, noticing the marital discord at the head table. Phelgm even bawls gorgeously!

Bella raised her hand, silencing the group. "Please, if you would allow me to finish. I will be succeeded by my most worthy successor, Professor Neville Longbottom-"

Gasps, then excited applause ensued.

"Neville!" Pansy gasped.

"Told you you didn't want to miss this!" He winked. He then stood up, raised his glass, and said, "I propose a toast, fellow guests! Let us raise our glasses, in honor of the mother of the bride! To the greatest witch who ever lived, Professor Bellatrix Black!"

Whistles, hoots, and a standing ovation followed.

Despite Bella's motioning to stop, the ovation lasted for a full ten minutes, and only stopped because she started sending bolts of fire through the window. Towards the back, one of the members of the large Veela contingent present from France, commented, "C'est un très violents de la famille, n'est-ce pas?" (This is a very violent family, isn't it?)

One of the cousins who knew Apollene well, let out an amused snort. "Ce n'est rien ! Patientez jusqu'à ce qu'ils commencent à avoir des rapports sexuels ou de combats !" (This is nothing! Wait till they start having sex or fighting!)

The drunk young Veela who had shouted the earlier comment, sighed loudly. "J'aimerais voir le sexe partie avec celui-là, il n'y a!" She effused, pointing at Bella. (I would love to see the sex part, with that one, there!)

Murmurs of "idiot!" and "Hermione Granger n'est pas la chasse aux sorcières à dédaigner, cousin !" were heard. It didn't matter, the young Veela just stared, dreamily at Bella, and sipped more champagne.

Finally getting the rowdy group under control, Bella muttered, "You people are just as barmy as your children!"

"Now you know where they get it!" Yelled Harry Potter.

"Potter...I'm not even going to go there, with you!" Bella cocked an eye at him, then smiled. "Alright, then...we need to have a bit of a chin-wag, here. We feel like, well, everything is as settled, as its going to be. We've done what the fates would ask us to do. Now it's time for Hermione and I to do something for ourselves."

The room was deathly quiet.

"We have divested all of our six properties and all of our material wealth amongst our children. Please open them, kids." All six kids complied, and gasped. Six protests filled the room, and were silenced this time by Hermione.

"Kids, shush!" Hermione motioned. "And stay put! Don't come up here and get all huggy and touchy-feely, or your Mama will never get through this!"

Bella deadpanned the audience. "You see why I love this woman?" She said, motioning to Hermione. "Anyhoo. Those of you in the audience who are greedy buggers may want to know the disposition of our Main Estate. Well, I will tell you: we left the Black Manor in London, to...Lucinda. It is left to you because..."
Her voice trailed off, knowing the shock she was about to deliver.

"Because she forgot to get you a wedding present!" Yelled Goyle from the back, to laughter.

Bella was laughing as well. "A good guess, especially since I did forget!" Chuckled the Headmistress. "No, it is left to you, dear daughter, because with great privilege comes tremendous responsibility. You get Black Manor, because I am asking you to step up, and shoulder the biggest responsibility of all."

"Oh, shit!" Yelled Ginny, to laughter.

Bella sighed. She looked at Hermione, and Hermione only smiled, gently, waiting patiently. "But to explain that responsibility, I have to give a little insight into our decision. This is one we only came to, recently, actually. Only four people in this room knew what we planned. Neville and Draco, of course; and we each got to tell our BFF's. So Harry Potter, the "boy who lived", became "the boy who knew"...(laughter). And, of course, I told that one," she gestured towards Fleur, who at present was openly weeping on Narcissa's shoulder, hiding her face. "...over there, who used to be tough but is doing her best impersonation of a cream puff, right now..."

"It's just dust in my eye. Allergies!" Fleur protested. "Like I'd cry over your crazy ass!"

Laughter.

"And I love you too, Fleur Delacour." Bella grinned. "So, our plans were secret to all but those four, and in addition, only a small handful know this about us, but Hermione and I actually are...well, there's no easy way to say this, but...we are dragons."

Gasps filled the room.

"And to be clear, Hermione didn't know she was a dragon until after the ministry appointment hearings, by the way!" Bella said, eyeing the potential instigators in the room. "Our calling was to fulfill the ancient job of the twin dragons. As if there was any doubt about our linkage, unbeknownst to us, we had twin dragon heartstrings as the core of each of our wands. And those wands," she said dramatically, looking to the newlyweds, "Have been passed on."

Lue and Lene each looked at their wands, as though they were going to electrocute them.

Bella grinned.

"The wands immediately took to their new owners; that's how I knew Madame Apollene Delacour," she looked at Lene. "Your Grandmere, was right." Excited whispers flowed throughout the room. Narcissa and Gaby looked shocked.

"You see, there was a prophecy about Harry Potter, but there was more to it..." Bella held up the rememberall that housed the Ministry Prophecy. " I think many of you have heard of this..." She opened it.

"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches ... born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies ... and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not ... and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives ... the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies ..."

The room gasped, realizing they were privy to something historical. The room became immediately reverent. The serious voice of the dark witch broke the silence. "But no-one knew of this, the second half." Bella continued.

"Heed closely: it will be the betrayal of his most trusted servant that causes the downfall of the Dark Lord. The servant, born in the 51st year of the century, will imprint with the child born during the passing of the ninth month, possessing the most gifted magic yet born unto a non-magical family. Once the servant and the child realize true love, the twin dragons will become the greatest protectors the world has known. However, without the fidelity of the servant and the child, the one with the power born as the seventh month dies, will not survive."

"Not even the Boy Who Lived knew of this," Bella said, the room hanging on her every word. "But, Hermione and I have done our jobs. It is time to pass on our stewardship to someone else, before death does the job for us."

She looked meaningfully at the newlyweds, who swallowed, nervously. "Many years ago, when you two were first born, a very high-up member of the French Ministry spoke with me...your Grandmere, Lene. She knew of the prophecy. Actually, she had been a black ops agent in both wars, and she saved my life once, in the first war!"

Gaby and Fleur gasped. "What?" Gaby said.

"Sorry kid. It was on a need to know basis...and you didn't need to know. But let me tell you, Grandma Delacour could kick some serious ass!"

Chants in French came from the boisterous table of the Veela contingent.

"Grandma Delacour kept up with Hermione and I, and our progress. She was an expert in Divinations, as you all know...and she knew our lives would be hopelessly intermixed. She knew of the burden on Hermione and I; and she gave the two of us a present, requiring the ultimate sacrifice."

Bella reached over, squeezing Fleur's hand, kissing it gently. She stood back up, and resumed. "As those of you who were privy to the event of the Tri-Wizard Cup fracas, three years ago..."

She gave an evil eye to her daughter, causing some nervous laughs. "In order to protect her mate, my daughter transfigured into that of a... Veela."

The drunken Veela contingent cheered, wildly, stomping in the back.

"For those of you who didn't get "O"s on your transfiguration NEWTS, let me refresh you: that's impossible to do. Unless, of course, you have been given a Veela core from someone. As fate would have it, Lucinda had been gifted the Veela core from Apollene, when she was just a baby. The infant spoke to Apollene, from its soul, begging to be made like Lene.

"Because she recognized a rare Veela mate-pair, she did something unbelievably generous. Apollene complied with the young baby's wish, and gave her her very soul, in order to make her happy. That gift, unfortunately, would ultimately cause the demise of the great witch, Apollene Delacour."

Tears were falling again, from French and English, alike.

"What the newlyweds don't know, dear Guests, is this..." Bella looked towards the Head Table, dramatically, commanding the room. "Apollene split her soul, into two equal halves."

Gasps erupted. Harry shuddered, thinking of his time hunting Horcruxes.

"...The other half went to her Granddaughter, Apollene."

Gasps of shock, proclamations of "Merde!" and one expression of abject horror on the face of Lene, were all on display.

"Why, you ask? Because Apollene, correctly, recognized the greatness that would be found separately, and more importantly, together...between these two witches. And she knew that someday, perhaps, Hermione and I would decide to retire. To live our lives out for just the two of us, and not for the fate of the free world. But she also knew that we would never do it, if we couldn't go with a clear conscious. To hand off our responsibilities to those who we felt were as capable, or even more capable, than ourselves..."

The utter shock was obvious on Leu and Lene's faces.

"The Ministry will thrive under Draco's leadership; Hogwarts will continue to educate the greatest witches and wizards in all the world under Headmaster Longbottom; and the fate of the free world will be secure...as long as the twin dragons, or in this case, the twin Veelas..." she winked at the newlyweds, "stay together. That's not asking too much, is it?"

Bella grinned.

Leu and Lene stared at each other, in disbelief.

"So, have a long and wonderful life together girls...the fate of the world depends on it." Bella chucked evilly, and the room laughed, nervously. Bella looked at the Goblin string quartet. "Music, maestro! The first dance, ladies. Honored guests...Allow me to present, The Missus Delacour Blacks!"

Bella made a theatrical gesture toward the floor, but was ambushed by her daughter, who first rushed to give her mother a hug and kiss.

"Thank you, Mama B."

"You're welcome." She smiled. Lue pulled away, and grasped the hand of her beautiful bride, who was absolutely glowing. Applause filled the room as the two witches headed hand in hand towards the dance floor.

The newlyweds were ducking glances, everyone sizing them up, comparing them to Lue's famous parents. "Do you feel like everyone is staring at us?" Lene said, nervously.

"Yes...because they are!"

"How do you feel about zat? How does it make you feel, Lue? All zees eyes...all zat responsibility..."

Lue thought about it, earnestly. "How does it make me feel? Hmmm....Hungry. Oh! And don't forget: horny."

Lene laughed, relaxing, and leaned in to kiss her wife. "Hungry and Horny. So..no differnet, then."

"Nope. No different."

"I love you, Mrs. Delacour Black..." Lene nuzzled into her bride.

"Mmmm. I love you back." Relaxing into each other, realizing they were still the same people they always were, they began the promenade, smiling.

Hermione and Bella, as planned, took advantage of the focus of attention being off them, and quietly retreated out the back door. Once free, they transformed, and spread their wings. The black and red dragons silently glided off into the dark night.

Fleur and Harry would later pick up their robes, as planned, holding them reverently, and hugging each other at the sadness and happiness of it all. They didn't speak for a long while, until a voice pierced the air, breaking them out of there revere.

"Hey! If you two are done with your Rumpy-Pumpy out there freezing your arses off, get back in here!" The bright red hair and smiling face of a teasing Ginny Weasley Potter was motioning them back inside. "The girls are getting ready to cut the cake!"

Harry put his arm around Fleur, and smiled, wiping the tears from his eye. He whispered to the French Veela, "Bugger...do you think this feeling of utter sadness at the loss of your best friend will ever go away?"

"With time, 'arry." Fleur said, gravely. "But, if you want a laugh, let me tell you about the time I was with 'ermione, when she found- how you say- conclusive evidence zat her daughter was undeniably, irrefutably, and very, very intimately... involved wiz mine!"

She proceeded to tell Harry Potter the story of when she and Hermione had stormed Ravenclaw tower like the Huns, resulting in Hermione's subsequent near heart-attack. Harry doubled over, laughing; and the two wedding guests continued to laugh and laugh, thinking of Hermione's expression, all the way through the cutting of the wedding cake of the next generation.

THE END.