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'Maman! What are you doing 'ere! ' exclaimed Fleur, jumping to her feet.

Hermione was a lot more shocked as she did not recognise the voice as she had never seen nor heard Fleur's mother before. Her reaction was in the form of her chair tipping over; however, being the brilliant witch that she was, Hermione managed a wand-less charm to Wingardium Leviosa herself to safety.

'Impressive. She know's 'er spells,' commented Mrs Delacour.

Normally, Fleur would have puffed her chest in pride, but this was her mother, who had rudely interrupted them AND was visiting uninvited and unexpectantly. She stepped closer to her mother, 'Maman, what are you doing 'ere?'

'Can't I visit my daughter? Is zere a rule against it in Britain?' replied Mrs Delacour angrily.

'Well, most people call instead of dropping in unexpectantly!' retorted Fleur.

Hermione was unsure what to do, but decided to stop their bickering. She placed a hand on Fleur's shoulder and extended her hand to Mrs Delacour, 'How do you do, Madame Delacour? My name is Hermione Granger.'

Fleur's mother turned to look Hermione in the eye, delighted to be addressed as Madame and gave Hermione's offered appendage a quick shake, 'Well! She 'as manners, also! Unlike you, ma fille.'

Fleur took a deep breath, calming herself, 'I apologise. Maman, this is my girlfriend, 'Ermione Granger. 'Ermione, this is my 'onourable mother.'

'A pleasure to meet you, 'Ermione,' Mrs Delacour gave Hermione a bright, yet eerie smile.

Hermione returned one nervously. She wondered why Mrs Delacour had decided to visit, how she knew where Fleur was and why on earth she was so damned attractive. Then it hit her, maybe Veela charm was stronger as they aged, not that you could tell. Mrs Delacour had no wrinkles nor any hints of middle age. Her hair, which was in a tight bun, shined gloriously. It was blonde, but not golden like Fleur's, it was a lot brighter, comparable to white gold. Her eyes were a brilliant shade of emerald and her teeth were perfect, just like Fleur's, plus the canines were slighter sharper. To be put simply, she was as stunning as her daughter.

'Would you like a drink or something to eat?' inquired Hermione, remembering her host manners.

Mrs Delacour shook her head, 'Non, I am fine for now. I would razzer talk wiz you, if you don't mind?'

Hermione gestured to the living room, 'Certainly, please, have a seat.'

Fleur reluctantly followed them in and sat beside Hermione on the couch. Mrs Delacour placed herself in the largest armchair. Fleur glanced at her mother, wondering what she was going to question them about. She was surprised that she had been so civil to Hermione, considering that she had given her view on a lesbian relationship involving Fleur already very clearly.

'What is it that you want to know, Maman?' asked Fleur courteously.

Mrs Delacour smiled at her daughter's manners, 'Oui, my questions. So, you are togezzer in a relationship?'

'Oui,' they both replied simultaneously.

Hermione and Fleur looked at each other and Hermione blushed, 'Sorry. I copy Fleur a lot now.'

'Zere is no need to apologise, it is a good zing. So, she is teaching you Francais?' replied Mrs Delacour, waving her hand dismissively.

Hermione smiled shyly, 'Well, yes. We are starting small though.'

'Bon. And ze sex, 'ow is ze sex?' she asked calmly.

Hermione choked and Fleur's eyes widened in horror, 'Maman!'

'Je suis desolee, but I don't think I heard you correctly, ' stated Hermione, eyes wide.

Mrs Delacour rolled her eyes, 'You 'eard me correctly. I asked you about ze sex. Is it good? Are you both 'appy?'

'Maman! I do not wish to discuss my sex life with you! And I am sure, neither does 'Ermione!' exclaimed Fleur,

'What! It is a simple yes/no question! If ze sex is not good, 'ow can you expect to 'ave a 'appy life togezzer?' asked Mrs Delacour, aiming most of the conversation to her daughter.

Hermione coughed and replied very quietly, 'It's very good, Madame.'

Fleur turned to Hermione in shock. Hermione had just admitted to Fleur's own mother that sex with her was very good. She couldn't believe it. First she didn't want to discuss sex openly, and then she admits to her mother that sex with her was very good! Fleur's thoughts were in a whirlpool, trying to discern fact from fiction.

'Bon. See? It's not so 'ard! Well, Fleur? 'Ow about you?' pressed Mrs Delacour.

Fleur growled in exasperation before blushing, not looking her mother in the eye, but rather Hermione and replied, 'I enjoy it every time.'

Hermione blushed crimson and smiled at Fleur, who returned it and then they both glanced at Mrs Delacour, who to their surprise had disappeared. They dashed out of the room and found her looking at the portraits of the Blacks'.

'Such dreary paintings. Zis 'ouse is vairy big, but it is not a place to live in,' she commented, having a glare match with Mrs Black's portrait.

'We are not living here permanently. I plan to get an apartment for ourselves,' said Hermione.

'Really?' asked Fleur.

Mrs Delacour looked at Hermione, 'For yourselves? You are not living alone 'ere?'

Hermione shook her head, 'No, this house belongs to my friend, Harry, but he has allowed Fleur and me and other friends to live here while he is away.'

'Arry? Is zis ze 'Arry Potter?' inquired Mrs Delacour.

Fleur nodded, 'Oui, Maman. 'Arry Potter. Is there a problem?'

'Non, not at all. You are well connected, oui?' Mrs Delacour directed her question to Hermione.

Hermione gave her an uncertain shrug, 'I suppose it depends on how you see it, and he's always just been my friend Harry.'

'Onest and succinct. I like zat, but I must wonder, do you plan to 'ave children?' asked Mrs Delacour.

Fleur looked aghast, but hadn't really considered it, 'Well, perhaps, maybe not now, but one day.'

'Yes, I would like to have kids, that is, if Fleur wants them too,' added Hermione quickly.

Mrs Delacour nodded, turning away from them. Unknowingly, they both inched forward to the edge of the couch. Feeling suddenly fearful, Fleur grasped Hermione's hand. Hermione held it and then kissed Fleur on the cheek whispering, 'It's gonna be okay.'

Fleur nodded and turned to look at her mother. However, Mrs Delacour had disappeared again. They got up and searched the mansion. She was no where in sight.

'What?' asked Hermione, raising an eyebrow at Fleur, who shrugged in reply.

Fleur was just as confused about her mother's behaviour as Hermione was.

Several moments later, the door opened, Remus, Tonks and Bill entered. Shutting the door and shunning the wintry gusts from following them into mansion, they found Fleur and Hermione simply standing in the hallway.

'Um, hi?' began Tonks.

Hermione gave them a dumbfounded look, 'Hi guys, um, did an older version of Fleur just pass you by in the driveway? And where were you?'

Remus shook his head, 'No, no older Fleurs. Why? And we were out shopping; we told you this morning, remember?'

Bill shook the many bags of groceries as proof, 'Older Fleur, as in Madame Delacour?'

'Oui, my mother. She came behind us suddenly and then after a talk, she 'ad disappeared!' replied Fleur.

'How odd,' commented Remus.

Tonks stared at them as if they were crazy, 'Now, are you sure? Definitely weren't taking a nap and then you dreamt it?'

Hermione glanced back at her sceptically, 'Don't look at us as if we're crazy! And how do we have the same dream!'

Bill had put away the groceries and returned scratching his head, 'Well, maybe she apparated.'

'Can't be, we didn't 'ear a pop,' rebutted Fleur.

Remus shrugged, 'I really can't see answer to this problem. So, why don't we, for the time being, just sit down to the lunch that we brought back?'

Sighing, Hermione and Fleur nodded, enticed by the aroma of chicken, coleslaw and freshly baked bread rolls wafting from the kitchen.

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Hermione was trying to read her novel, as she lay in bed with Fleur, who was draped across her stomach, sucking on a strand of her hair, trying to figure out the answer to a crossword puzzle.

'I swear! These muggles come up with the most ridiculous words!' exclaimed Fleur, throwing the magazine away angrily.

Hermione laughed softly, 'What was the clue?'

Fleur grumbled, 'Are you laughing at moi? Oh, it was "a type of bee" and so far I 'ave the letters d at the beginning and re at the end. '

Hermione placed her hand over her mouth to stifle a giggle, 'Oh, I think I know that one. I hope he forgives me for laughing.'

Fleur gave her a confused look, 'Pardon?'

Hermione exhaled, trying to calm herself, 'Ah, yes. Try inserting Dumbledore.'

'Ow ridiculous! Dumbledore is the greatest wizard ever known, not some silly muggle named bee!' exclaimed Fleur.

Hermione shrugged, 'Well, you have to give them points for coming up with the name, but I have a suspicious feeling that it was not a muggle who named the bee.'

Fleur let out a exasperated growl, throwing the crossword to the floor, 'Well, I am too tired to try to think like a muggle.'

'Come here then,' commanded Hermione, gesturing for Fleur to rest her head on her chest.

Fleur smiled, nuzzling into Hermione's breasts causing a shriek of laughter to be emitted from the younger witch.

'Hey! That tickles!' complained Hermione.

'Per'aps I can remedy that with this, mm?' suggested Fleur, gently kissing Hermione with such care that Hermione felt fragile.

However, Fleur did not keep the gentleness for long, she increased pressure as she travelled down Hermione's neck, chest and below. Hermione hissed in pleasure and raised her hips. Fleur murmured to herself, speaking into Hermione's flesh.

'What was that?' inquired Hermione.

Fleur looked up at her lover and quirked a brow, 'I am beginning to think that the other three did know where my mother was. Tonks was a little more jumpy than usual and Bill was avoiding looking me in the eye. The only calm one was Remus, but 'e is always calm.'

Hermione pondered the thought, 'Now that you mention it, lunch was rather unusually quiet. OH! Maybe she Flooed!'

'Non, my mother would never do that, she is... She believes that she is too good for Floo travel,' replied Fleur.

'Then she must have past them in the driveway and then apparated or something,' deducted Hermione.

Fleur nodded in agreement, 'Oui. 'Ow ridiculous though, why would they do that? Surely my mother did not threaten them?'

'Oh, I don't think she did that, maybe they thought they were doing her a favour,' suggested Hermione.

'Oh, oui! Indeed! If only they knew that she was interrogating us about sex!' exclaimed Fleur.

Hermione blushed and scratched her head self consciously, 'That question was quite unexpected.'

'I expected it and still couldn't believe she asked it!' huffed Fleur.

Hermione laughed softly, 'Ah, well, I do believe your mother is not at all as scary as you made her sound! Now, my mother on the other hand, dentists are scary, because she has a drill! Seriously though, I think you mother is quite nice, albeit a little odd for a first meeting.'

Fleur still had a frustrated expression on her face, 'I still am confused! She was not at all accommodating the last time I saw 'er! You could say that she may 'ave been spitting fire and brimstone!'

'Maybe she just needed to think about it,' suggested Hermione.

Fleur sighed and laid her head back down, 'Je suis desolee, mon amour. Why am I still thinking about my mother!'

Hermione placed her hands on Fleur's back, one circling soothingly. She leant in and inhaled the scent of her lover's hair. She sighed happily, loving it always and knowing that she'll always love it. Fleur's golden strands tickled her nose, so she moved back but left her hands on Fleur's smooth skin.

'Just breathe, and know that I will always be here for you,' murmured Hermione.

'Thank goodness for that,' replied Fleur, bringing Hermione's fingers to her lips and kissing the tips.

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'Okay, tell the truth Remus! Are you or are you not in cahoots with Fleur's mum?' demanded Hermione.

Normally Remus would remain calm in such a simple situation as being questioned by a friend; however this was a totally different type of situation. True enough, his friend was questioning him, but her girlfriend had him floating upside down. His messy hair fell about his face and he blew angrily at it to stop it from poking his eyes.

'Come on, Hermione! Tell her to let me down!' he pleaded.

Fleur jiggled him a little, 'Now, now, Remus. Just be a good boy and answer 'Ermione.'

'I swear, I am not in cahoots with your mother,' whined Remus.

'I don't believe you,' stated Hermione calmly, but Fleur let him down regardless.

Remus picked himself up and frowned at them, 'That was cruel, even for you Fleur.'

Fleur fluttered her eyelashes at him, 'Moi? Cruel? 'Ow can you say such things?'

Hermione rolled her eyes, 'We are on to you Mr Wolf!'

'Yeah, whatever. Look, if Mrs Delacour really did visit you, why don't you go visit her back?' suggested Remus, trying to smooth his hair back into a somewhat more presentable fashion.

Hermione opened her mouth to answer him exasperatedly but Fleur held her shoulder, 'Per'aps we should visit 'er? Clear it up with my mother 'erself?'

'Really? Are you sure?' asked Hermione, as Remus escaped to the living room.

Fleur breathed in deeply and nodded, 'Oui. I can't avoid 'er forever and I might as well tell 'er about us and get it over with. Besides, I must see my father. It isn't fair on 'im.'

Hermione nodded in agreement, her mouth quirked, 'Yeah, that's sounds good. Okay, so what do I have to do to make her like me?'

'Be yourself, mon amour, then they can see why I love you,' said Fleur simply.

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Nervously, Hermione fiddled with her collar, deciding it would seem odd for it to be flipped up. She smoothed it down and then stared at herself in the mirror. She was too round she decided, Fleur's mother would never approve of her daughter dating someone so round. Fleur tutted as she emerged from the bathroom, hair nicely neat and in a simple ponytail, 'Why are you so fidgety? There is nothing to worry about, you said that yourself.'

'Yeah, but that was before I remembered that I would be there,' retorted Hermione.

Fleur pouted, 'Oui, you said you would be my rock of moral support.'

Hermione sighed and nodded, 'I did indeed, okay, tell me truthfully, do I need to lose weight?'

Fleur burst out laughing much to Hermione's chagrin, 'Hey! Did I say something funny?'

'Non, oh. Mon amour, you truly are ridiculous and I love you for that. You need to change nothing, absolutely nothing. If you changed yourself I might question my love for you, so do not change a thing!' exclaimed Fleur, wrapping her arms around Hermione.

Hermione grumbled under her breath, 'Okay, I admit I was being silly. Right, let me brush my teeth and hair, and then we can go visit your mum.'

'Oui, but let me brush your 'air, hm?' suggested Fleur.

She took Hermione's shrug as a yes and followed her into the bathroom. Hermione looked into the mirror, grabbing her toothbrush and squeezed the minty blue gel onto it. She rinsed her mouth then brushed. Fleur picked up Hermione's hair brush, smiling at the copious amounts of hair on the brush. Gripping some of Hermione's hair, she began to brush it, gently and thoroughly. Hermione moaned in delightment, as Fleur was not only brushing her hair like a massage, but she was occasionally groping Hermione.

'Is it just me, or are you groping me while brushing my hair?' whispered Hermione.

Fleur smiled at her with the mirror, 'And so what if I am, what are you going to do about it?'

Hermione failed to answer, instead finishing up her brushing and rinsed. Then she turned smartly, surprising Fleur by grabbing her wrists and pulling her in for a deep kiss.

'What a delightful course of action,' murmured Fleur breathlessly.

Being caught by surprise tended to allow for less oxygen before a kiss, thus the deep kiss left her a little giddy. Hermione smiled in triumph, 'Thank you for brushing my hair.'

'Thank you for such a wonderful payment,' replied Fleur.

'Alright then, here we go,' said Hermione as she gripped Fleur hand and was side along apparated to Fleur's family home.

Well? Was it ridiculously stupid? It kinda went haywire while I was writing it. So comments are welcome and tell me what was stupid and what was good! REVIEW:)