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Hermione's body was humming. Her fingertips and lips felt numb and tingly. Fleur was still lying on top of her, an unmoving pile of sexed goo, but the brunette felt weightless as the remaining waves of pleasure in her nerves ran their course. They had been lying there for five minutes or so, breathing in sync and shifting every so often to get more comfortable. They didn't say anything, but the brunette didn't think they had to.

That was…wow. Well, wow was not enough. She knew her sexual experiences left much to be desired, but she didn't realise making love to Fleur would be quite that intense. Their chemistry, the connection, and goddess the pleasure. Her lips curled slightly at the soreness between her legs, enjoying the reminder of it all. She didn't know if the veela was asleep or not at this point, but the steady rhythm of exhalation against her neck was making her feel sleepy herself. She traced her fingertips across the blonde's back, noting the trails of goosebumps erupted in their wake.

Maybe she is cold, Hermione thought with a frown. She shifted, and blonde groaned a little, indicating she was either asleep or very close to it. The brunette grabbed the duvet they were laying on top of and threw it over them, folding it over them to the best of her ability with the fabric available. Her veela mumbled something and let out a cute sigh, nestling further into her shoulder.

Hermione's heart felt so full at that moment. She could swear there was an echo of another heartbeat somewhere in her chest. It felt heavier, somehow. There had been a vacancy there that had been occupied by the woman sleeping soundly on her now. She felt her twitch a little, and her hands stilled on her back for a moment before continuing their path of nonsensical circles and shapes on the soft skin. The brunette closed her eyes and buried her nose in her silvery hair, smelling lilacs and vanilla.

She wasn't sure that the future held for them, but for once, that didn't matter right now. The only thing that mattered was this—this feeling, this love, this woman—and protecting it. Nurturing it. Her paradigm had shattered, no doubt, but she wasn't anxious. She was ready to begin again. Hermione smiled, wrapping her arms around her mate and letting herself follow her into a relaxed slumber.

Weeks passed quickly, almost unnoticeably, and Fleur and Hermione had already created some semblance of a routine. After bonding, it was all but inconceivable to think of spending a single night away from one another, though logistically she knew they would have to when the blonde was travelling for work. At the moment, though, she couldn't get enough of her. She wanted to be around her all the time; buy her things and make her laugh; take her on dates, and watch her pale blue eyes light up when she surprised her at work; make love into the early morning hours and eat ice cream after to make up for the lost calories. When they weren't' together, Hermione felt a few things she wasn't used to since completing the bond. Firstly, she felt empty and hollow, but whether or not that was emotional or physical she wasn't sure. Secondly, she was more attuned to her mate, it seemed. She could sense certain things, like big swings of anger or happiness. It was like her body was being shared now, and it made her very happy to know that she was always with Fleur, even when she wasn't.

They spend most nights at the Minister's townhouse in London, but sometimes they would floo to Paris and get dinner in the city before sleeping at Fleur's flat. Hermione had finally been given the tour after they woke up from their first…encounter. They didn't make it past the second bedroom before the tour ended in a mess of tangled limbs and moaned expletives.

Their weekends and spare time had mainly been spent at the Delacour's, who had unsurprisingly been ecstatic to learn that they had completed the physical part of the bonding process. Hermione was initially a little miffed by how receptive Apolline was to her after hearing the news, but considering how protective she was of her family she grew to be more understanding of the woman's initial coolness. The rest of the Veela clan were completely enamoured by the Minister, and often came over to say hello if they heard she was in town. Pleasantly surprised that their thralls had almost no effect on her now, it made these relationships much easier for the brunette.

The hot topic of conversation was often their final ceremony, which would take place on the eve of the New Year, a few weeks away. Every member of the clan all but gushed when they spoke of her officially becoming a part of the family. Since Fleur could not officiate it herself, it was decided that Adele would come out of retirement to commit their bond. Honestly, the brunette was slightly nervous about it. She has spoken to her mate a little about what the ceremony entailed, and it wasn't too bad, but the fact that every Veela across Europe would be in attendance for their clan leader's claiming was somewhat intimidating.

It now was the fourth week after they had physically bonded, and Hermione and Fleur were in London shopping for some bits and pieces in Diagon Alley. They had to be conscious of their relationship when they were in public now, which was challenging. It was so tempting to just reach over and hold the blonde's hand, but she had asked for some time before coming out to the entire Wizarding World. She didn't quite know what she was waiting for, however, and she was getting frustrated with herself for being such a baby about it. She wanted to hold and kiss in her girlfriend in public like anyone else, but this was unfamiliar territory and she felt the need to tread lightly.

Treating Fleur like anything but a lover was difficult, however. Now that they had crossed the boundary into a long-term commitment, she felt the need to constantly shower her in love and affection. Similarly, the woman exuded confidence and sexuality, and since had bonded physically, Hermione was extremely attuned to the fact that she was hers and hers alone. Call it possessiveness (which it was, no doubt), but she loved being the only one who could make her lover feel that way. That was why she was currently scowling at some idiot in blue robes trying to hit on her.

"Merci, monsieur," Fleur said firmly, "But I am not interested."

The man didn't respond, his mouth hanging open as he continued to stare at the blonde with a glazed expression. Hermione was tapping her foot as she watched the interaction, her arms crossed tightly across her chest. This was their third encounter of the day. They were in trying to shop for a few ingredients for a…erm, birth control potion. The morning after their vivacious night of lovemaking Hermione had woken up essentially shouting like a madwoman about getting pregnant and having to go through a shotgun wedding. Fleur had calmed her eventually, but they made a hasty potion that same day to avoid any unwanted surprises. Apparently Veela were incredibly fertile, which came as no surprise to the Gryffindor, but reaffirmed that there would have to be no room for slip-ups.

The man in blue robes was now mumbling about how pretty she was and offering to take her home because, surely, her feet were tired in those heels, and he could give her a foot-rub she would never forget. The blonde's face was a wall of ice and she continued to ignore him and pick up various tinctures lining the shelves of the potion's shop. He didn't seem to hear her. Hermione knew Fleur could handle herself in these situations. She needed no hero to come and save her, but it didn't mean the brunette liked sitting there and watching as she agonizingly tried to get unrelenting imbeciles out of her way. This one, in particular, seemed to be intent on buying the items in her basket now.

"Come on, sweetie, I can take care of these for you. It's my treat," he said, leaning back on the counter and trying to look impressive, perhaps.

Fleur scowled, "No, I do not need your help buying my things," she was done with the niceties now it seemed.

"What are you getting anyways? Stuff for a hair potion, or something? You have such nice hair…" he trailed off, eyes glazing over again. Fleur looked like she was considering murder. Hermione held back a grin.

"I am making a birth control potion for my partner," she replied coldly, her eyebrow quirking at his confused expression.

"Who's the lucky guy?" he asked, frowning.

Fleur scoffed, rolling her eyes and moving away from him again to another section of the shop. He followed, as did Hermione.

"I bet I could beat him in a duel," he said confidently, puffing out his chest out. Instead, it just protruded his stomach even more, which made the blonde regard him in mild disgust.

"I highly doubt that," she responded just as confidently with a smirk, her eyes glancing over to where the Gryffindor was standing. Fleur moved around the corner again, reading the labels of a few more flasks and dried plants.

"Well, I don't see him around! He's getting you knocked up and not helping you. I would help you," he said, following her around pitifully. The brunette narrowed her eyes.

"Right, that is it," Fleur finally said, slamming a beaker of some green liquid down on the counter a little too hard and giving Hermione an apologetic look. She just shrugged, pissed off by this point too. The veela pointed to her, "She is helping me shop. The birth control is for her, tu connard. Now get out of my face and leave me alone before she hexes you into next week."

The man turned around, his face going from pale, to red, to purple in the span of five seconds as he discovered the Minister of Magic standing behind him, arms folded, sporting a very irritated expression.

"Y-Y-Y-You…" he stuttered. Hermione quirked an eyebrow. He was gaping like a fish as his head shot back and forth between the two women half a dozen times. He finally landed on the brunette again, but he still wasn't speaking.

"Still want to duel?" the Minister asked dryly, unmoving. He balked, realising his mistake and scurried out of the shop.

Fleur sighed heavily. Hermione pulled her into a hug, pressing a kiss just under her ear. The blonde tensed and tried to pull away, but she didn't let her.

"Hermione," she reprimanded, "People will see," still trying to wiggle away.

"It's fine, love. I'm done hiding," the blonde pulled away enough to look at her questioningly.

"Really?" she asked, her blue eyes full of concern.

"Really," she said decisively, "Days like today are bloody awful. I want to be able to touch and be around you like anyone else would. I should never have hidden it in the first place, I'm sorry."

"You don't need to apologise, mon amour. You are the Minister. It's not a light decision."

Hermione frowned, "I think…I think that because I am the Minister, that's even more reason to do it. I shouldn't be afraid, and perhaps I can help others be more accepting of themselves if I take that leap first."

Fleur was looking at her in wonder, but the shade of her eyes quickly bled into to a deep, dark blue. Hermione swallowed, watching as her adoration turned into a predatory grin.

She pulled the brunette closer by the hip, squeezing slightly. "You are so fucking sexy, do you know that?" she whispered in her ear. A pang of arousal shot between Hermione's legs as she felt teeth pulling at her earlobe. Her face felt warm. She pushed her hips farther into the blonde, eliciting a low growl. She gasped as she felt teeth nipping at her neck and a tongue grazing over her mark. She pulled away, certain that moaning in a store in the middle of Diagon Alley would not be a wise decision.

They had essentially been having sex any chance they could get, and though the insatiable drive was something entirely new for the Gryffindor, it was not unwelcome. In the span of four weeks she had learned a lot about herself as it pertained to sex. She was starting to get an idea of what she liked and disliked. To be perfectly honest, though, the dislike pile was quite short. They had also discovered a few key details about Fleur's new biology that played a fairly critical role in certain activities. Well, one key detail, she thought. Namely, the veela kept her original female attributes as well as her new one. Hermione's discovery of this had come as quite a happy surprise to both of them.

"Let's head back home, shall we? We can do this tomorrow before the party," she pulled the veela's hand hurriedly towards the door. She couldn't see behind her, but she swore she could feel the mischievous smile on her mate's face as they moved hastily through the store, the basket of items unceremoniously left on the counter.

It turns out that coming out to the Wizarding World was not as easy as it sounds. Hermione had no idea how to do this properly. She was both determined to make her relationship a big deal and not a big deal. Who cared, really? Well, the tabloids, the papers, the bigots, maybe. That's not who she cared about, though. She cared about the little boy who felt out of place and had to hide pieces of himself because he didn't have someone to look up to. She cared about reaching his parents, and their friends, who might be uneducated and misguided.

She decided to go with an interview for her "outing." Hermione had thought long and hard about all her secrets up to that point. The aspects of her life that she had shielded from the public, and the rewards and consequences for doing so. There were more things than just Fleur that she considered to be important to herself. The intimacy aspect of an interview was more appealing, in any case. Rather than a large press conference in which she would just—what, start talking about her personal life in a room full of strangers? No, that didn't feel right. After reaching out to Luna, they hatched an idea. At three in the afternoon, the owner and editor for the Quibbler was led into her office by Caden, who deposited a tray of tea that was hovering behind them.

Hermione set her quill down and stood up to greet her friend.

"Luna, thank you so much for doing this," she gave her a tight hug, "I'm sorry I couldn't come to you. It's been a little hectic here," she gestured to the pile of folders stacked precariously on her desk.

Luna just smiled and squeezed her hand, "That's okay, Hermione. I am happy to help, and I think what you are doing is really important."

She led them over to two comfortable armchairs by the fireplace. Luna took out a Quick-Notes quill and a long roll of parchment from her bag and placed them on the coffee table in front of them.

"This is Luna Lovegood, editor for the Quibbler, interviewing Minister Hermione Granger on December 14th, 2010."

Hermione watched as the quill sped over the page and copied her verbatim.

"Perfect, let's get started," Luna shifted in her seat to look directly at the brunette. Her generally dreamy expression was gone and replaced with a look of professional curiosity, which threw the brunette for a moment.

"Minister Granger, it's a pleasure to have you here. Thank you for agreeing to this interview," she began.

The Minister smiled genuinely, "The pleasure is all mine, Luna. Truthfully—this was my idea, after all."

Luna laughed softly, and Hermione watched as the quill noted that in parenthesis, "That's true, I suppose. So, let's talk about that. You mentioned you wanted to share some things publicly?"

"I do," Hermione shifted, "I have been the Minister for a little while now, and I think there are some things I have left out of my life from the public eye. For good reasons, mostly. I am a private person, and I have a lot of trauma I still carry. People don't necessarily have the right to know, but they are things that perhaps I shouldn't be afraid to share anymore."

"And what might those things be?" Luna asked gently.

The Gryffindor took a deep breath, "I think I should talk about my torture experience a little. I have always shied away from that, but it's an important part of my story. And... I'd like to talk about my parents, and the mistakes I made when I was still a child. And then…lastly, I would like to talk about the fact that I'm a lesbian, and in a committed and wonderful relationship with the woman of my dreams." She couldn't help the smile that broke on her face at the thought of Fleur.

Luna smiled at her friend, nodding a little encouragingly at her bravery. She put her professional mask back on quickly and cleared her throat a little.

"Well, it sounds like we have a lot to cover, Minister. Where should we begin?"

Hermione made it home first after her interview with Luna. Deciding she wouldn't work tonight, she opened a nice bottle of red wine, turned on some music, and got started on dinner. An hour later, she heard the fire in her bedroom roar briefly before Fleur made her way down the stairs.

The brunette's heart always seemed to stop when she looked at her, and she couldn't imagine that would change anytime soon. Fleur had taken her heels off upstairs, but she was still in her work attire; a tight black pencil skirt and a light blue blouse. Hermione knew she was probably tired, but she definitely didn't look it. Her hair was up in a loose bun and her smooth skin looked to be glowing as she made her way to the chef.

"Mmmm, this smells delicious," she said, smiling as Hermione gave her a kiss before returning to the sauce she was stirring. Fleur wrapped her arms around her waist from behind and rested her cheek between her shoulder blades.

"Thank you, it should be ready soon. Do you want some wine? I have a bottle open."

The blonde scoffed, "Of course I want wine. Don't you know me at all?"

Hermione just grinned, reducing the heat on the burner before setting everything onto the plates. Fleur was leaning on the counter watching her, and her cheeks started to feel a little warm at the attention. Her blue eyes were unreadable, but they were regarding her every move with great care. She finally spoke as the brunette was pouring the sauce on top of their chicken.

"How did the interview go?" she asked gently. Hermione passed her a plate and she muttered a soft, "merci."

The Gryffindor smiled, sitting down and cutting at her own plate., "It went really well! Luna is going to send me a draft before it goes to publishing, but I'd trust her with anything at this point."

"And you are sure you want it all out there? It's not too much, too soon?" the veela asked with concern, a piece of chicken perched delicately on her fork as she waited.

Hermione hummed, swallowing a mouthful of food before replying, "I am. I'm here for the long-haul, at this point and I want the people I am governing to know me as a real person. And a vulnerable person, just like them."

"And you are sure it's not giving them too much?" she asked, spearing another bite.

Hermione wrinkled her brow a little, "I am often taken for the brainy war hero with no fears or insecurities. I think that makes me appealing to some, but unreachable to others. To most. I don't want to be unattainable or anything. I am just me, and I probably have a lot more in common with people than they realise. This is my chance to show them that." She shrugged, digging back into her food.

Fleur was watching her as they continued to eat in silence, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief as she reached for her wine.

"What?" the brunette asked

"Nothing."

"I know there's something," she narrowed her eyes.

"You're not going to like it," Fleur replied, picking up her wine glass to take a small sip.

"Try me."

"I like how noble you are," she said offhandedly, and the brunette's face dropped.

Hermione frowned, and Fleur laughed loudly at her expression. It sounded like music and she knew she couldn't keep up the grumpy look for long.

"I'm not noble," she mumbled, crossing her arms like a child.

Fleur just raised an eyebrow, getting up from her stool to stand next to the brunette. She leaned close to her ear, "On the contrary, I think you are, 'Ermione," she purred in a low voice, her fingers tickling the hair at the nape of her neck. "I can think of a few examples in which you might show your gallantry," The brunette was trying not to react, but her mate's short nails were digging in slightly and it sent a wave of heat straight to the bottom of her stomach.

The blonde's lower lip traced the shell of her ear as she whispered, "If I asked you to carry me upstairs, would you not?" Hermione swallowed; her mouth suddenly dry. "If I asked you to treat me like a queen, would you not?" Fleur's teeth bit down gently on her earlobe. The brunette was throbbing between her legs. Her voice gained some edge, "If I asked you to fuck me like you did the last night, would you not?"

The brunette's eyes widened in shock. Before she knew it, she had jumped off the stool and scooped the blonde up in one swift motion, carrying her bridal style upstairs. Fingers were still scratching at the back of her neck and pale blue eyes were looking at her devilishly as Hermione all but kicked the bedroom door open. She threw the blonde onto the bed and stepped back, watching in delight as light blue eyes darkened when she slipped out of her pants. She pulled her t-shirt over her head and stepped back towards the blonde, dressed in her bra and panties.

In another swift move, she put her hands in the crease behind the blonde's knees and yanked her towards the end of the bed, resulting in a surprised yelp from the veela as her legs were now open and around her and her skirt was rucked up to her hips. Hermione started unbuttoning her blouse. She could see the fast rise and fall of her chest as blue eyes watched intently. The brunette could see a bulge growing under her skirt. She pushed her hips forward so she was pressing against it and Fleur wrapped her legs around her tighter as her mouth fell open.

The blonde's shirt was now open, and Hermione lightly traced a finger on the lace of her bra, smirking at the moan she elicited when she glossed over her hardened nipple. Her mate tightened her legs further, trying to bring her closer. She ground against her erection again as her fingers slipped beneath the white bra. Her fingers alternated between light circular pressure and hard pinches that always caused the blonde to whimper and arch her back.

Hermione leant over her body, kissing and nipping at the sensitive spots on her neck, loving the way her hips were gyrating against her to try and gain more friction.

"Please," Fleur gasped, her hands tightening in brown hair as the Gryffindor bit her neck while pinching both nipples. The brunette smirked.

"Turn over," she said. Blue eyes widened, and she saw them darken a little more, almost to black.

The veela untangled her legs and allowed Hermione to situate her, facedown. Her torso was still on the bed, but she had both feet on the floor and her dick was pressed into the edge of the mattress. The brunette pulled down the zipper on the back of her skirt. It was one that ran the length of it, and brown eyes watched in wonder as her mate's perfect ass slowly came into view. The skirt fell open, and she pulled it off entirely. Hermione worked down her thong, careful to manoeuvre it over her member first. Bare assed now, the brunette stepped forward and pressed her hips into her. Fleur groaned, likely from the added pressure this gave her. She did it again and the blonde moaned again.

The veela lifted her head slightly, "Please, 'Ermione, please. I need more."

Hermione smiled, loving this reaction she could get, "What do you need?" she rocked her hips forward again and Fleur's face dropped back onto the sheets, smothering her moan. Another thrust. Another. Wait, wait, she schooled herself.

"I need you to fuck me! You know what I need," she finally cried, her hands clawing the sheets as she pushed back against Hermione's stilled hips with a whimper.

The brunette smiled and waved her hand, wordless and wandlessly summoning the object in question she knew Fleur was referring to. Taking off her underwear and stepping into the strap-on, she adjusted it slightly and cast the spell to mould it to her. She felt a slight shift in sensation on her sex and she pressed the new member against the blonde's ass to test it out. She could feel the touch on the end of it as if it were her clit being touched. Magical sex toys were really the best creation.

Fleur was still groaning, trying to push back against her to get her moving again. Hermione stepped back, staying a half a foot away or so, her hands coming to caress the perfect ass on display in front of her. She gave a firm squeeze to both cheeks. The blonde whimpered. Hermione slapped her right ass cheek, not exactly lightly, and Fleur cried out "Oh, fuck!" Gentle fingers lightly traced down to her legs, and she could see the muscles flexing as Fleur ground her hips into the bed again, muttering in French. A handprint was starting to form on her pale skin.

"Please," she moaned." Hermione moved to her entrance to wet a finger with her juices, her mouth falling open in a gasp as she felt how wet the blonde was. She inserted two fingers, watching in awe as Fleur's back arched and she writhed on her stomach. Hermione smirked as the blonde's hand slid down to grasp her own member, obviously trying to relieve some of the ache, but the brunette stopped her with a hand on her wrist, finally pressing her hips back into her ass and leaning over to whisper in her ear.

"If you do that, I won't continue," she whispered. Fleur whimpered, "Do you want me to continue?"

"Yes, yes, please," she begged, grasping the sheets again to avoid any cheating in this little game of theirs.

The Minister smiled and lined up at her entrance, collecting her juices again at the tip of her length before pushing in slowly, groaning at the feeling of Fleur's hot walls squeezing her. There really wasn't a way to describe it, and she doubted the sensation was like her mate's, but it was, in and of itself, an incredible feeling. The brunette set a pace that was deep and slow, trying to get more friction onto Fleur's member without coming too quickly herself.

"Oo-oo-oo-hh-hh-hh-mm-mm-my-yy-yy-gg-go-oo-oo-dd-dd," the veela moaned loudly in time with Hermione's thrusts. Her knuckles were white as she gripped the sheets. The brunette's eyes rolled back in her head as walls clenched tightly around her, and a familiar pool of heat was building in her stomach. She slowed even more, changing her angle a little and pushing even deeper. Fleur all but yelled, but her face was buried in the sheets again so it was muffled.

Hermione kept that depth, hitting that same spot over and over and the Frenchwoman was writhing and begging in her native tongue, "Please, please, please. Touch me, please," she cried.

The brunette pulled the blonde's hips back again, creating a small amount of space between Fleur's hard member and the mattress. She pulled out briefly and heard a whine from the blonde. She slapped her other cheek and was met with another cry of pleasure. Hermione ran her hand down the length of her own makeshift cock, collecting the blonde's juices before burying herself again in her heat. Both of them moaned as she continued her pace, but now she leaned forward and wrapped her hand around Fleur's length. The veela cried out again and began pumping her hips furiously against her. Hermione opened her hand again and the blonde let out a string of profanities.

The blonde was now perched on her elbows on the mattress, her head hanging as Hermione continued her steady pace inside her. The tight feeling in her pelvis was starting to grow now though. She was going to come soon. She wrapped her hand around Fleur again, loving the feeling of her hard length and the blonde was more behaved this time, letting her do the work.

"Ohh, fuck!" the blonde cried, her back arching as Hermione continued to fuck her while stroking her length, twisting a little at the sensitive part on her head.

"OhhhmygodddHermioneI'mgoingtocomeI'mgoingtocome," she blabbed incoherently, and Hermione tightened her hand just a little and she could see little black spots in her vision as her own orgasm drew nearer. Fleur couldn't last very long though. Two more snaps of the brunette's hips and three more strokes of her hand had the veela crying out with a choked scream. Her back arched and her legs shook as a shuddering orgasm rocked through her, and Hermione felt walls tightening around her as her own sent waves of pleasure to every corner of her body.

She continued to drive slowly into her, both of them shivering a little as the sensitivity grew in their comedown. Finally, she slowed, pulling out and stepping out of the magical contraption. Fleur was already lying facedown on the bed, her face still pressed into the duvet, but her body looking incredibly boneless in its current state. Hermione crawled up next to her, and they shifted and intertwined their sweaty limbs together, letting their breathing decelerate before speaking again.

Eventually, the brunette opened her eyes and saw the blonde already looking at her with a big grin on her face. She groaned, but it only made Fleur tighten her grip on her, tangling in with her even further. She felt soft lips press to her collarbone.

"I love you," Hermione mumbled, feeling drowsy now.

"Mmmm, je t'aime aussi, mon amour," the veela purred, "No going to sleep though. I am not done with you."

The brunette's eyes sprang open as another wave of arousal sparked a match in her belly.

"Oh?" she asked, eyeing the playful blue eyes looking at her.

"It's my turn now," she replied with a mischievous grin as she began kissing her way down the brunette's ribcage. Hermione's eyes widened a little when she felt teeth on the inside of her thigh. It's going to be a long night.

The last scene is for all my randy bottoms in horny jail lol. Did I surprise everyone with some switching? Let's hope ;)

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