Disclaimer I'm not making any money from this work of fiction and own no part of the Harry Potter series.

A.N. I found out today that writing is much easier while listening to music rather than listening to the T.V. but that's probably obvious, oh well.

Hermione

As Professor McGonagall placed her hands against the doors, Fleur and I stood in line with the other the Champions and their dates, Cedric and Cho at the front, Viktor and some girl I didn't recognize in the middle with Fleur and me at the back. As the doors opened the music slowly rose and my heartbeat with it. It felt as though all eyes were immediately on us as we entered the Great Hall. Looking around I saw that was not so, although many of the students were looking solely at Fleur and me, a great number were also focused on the other two couples.

As we reached the dance-floor, I turned to Fleur, and her hand immediately went to my waist as she held her other out for me to take. Her smile was radiant as I stared into her eyes and obliged, grabbing her hand while putting my other hand on her shoulder. As we readied ourselves the music picked up into a quick tune and, thanks to the lessons, we were perfectly in sync as we started to dance with the other Champions.

As we danced, I got lost in the light blue eyes staring back at me, no longer caring about the rest of the student body that watched us dance. I simply moved with Fleur, allowing her to lead me in whatever direction she wanted, letting her decide when to twirl me and at the end, I allowed her to dip me. She smiled down at me as she moved closer, I knew what was coming, what everyone was about to witness but I couldn't bring myself to care at the moment. I closed my eyes as our lips connected, all sound outside a little bubble that encompassed only us was lost to the wind.

As she pulled away the sounds of the outside world faded back in, most of what I heard was cheering, and looking around all I saw were smiles. But the smiles were for all of us, the Champions, and their dates, and that's when I truly saw that Ginny was correct about the Wizarding world.

"You were amazing," Fleur purred into my ear before turning me back to her.

"You weren't so bad yourself," I joked, causing Fleur to exaggerate a pout.

"Only not so bad? I guess I'll need to show you a real dance."

As she finished speaking another song started, but before she could take the lead again, I secured my hand on her waist and had my hand waiting for her.

"Sounds good," I grinned at her, "But this time I lead."

Fleur just shrugged as she rested her hand on my shoulder, ready to follow my direction. The song that started was a faster-paced song but still good to put into practice what we'd been taught in those long dance rehearsals. I found that being the leader of the dance was much less appealing to me as the song dragged on, I honestly found I couldn't wait for it to be over so I could get back to following. There was something about being led through the motions of the dance that seemed to make it that much more fun to me, and as the song came to an end, I couldn't help but sigh in relief.

"No more leading for me, I like it when you tell me what to do," I said to her as I pulled her off the dance floor, deciding I needed a drink.

"Well I'll be far too happy to lead you in the art of the dance," Fleur said with a smile before leaning in, "Among other things," she whispered into my ear.

Having just taken a sip of water, I ended up coughing and sputtering as she whispered to me, "Stop that," I said with a laugh once my coughing had subsided, although the thought appealed to me a little.

"Ok, but we need to get back out there, can't deprive the other dancers of the presence of one of their Champions can we."

"Well, you could go out there by yourself," I joked.

"And leave my beautiful girl here all alone? I think not."

And with that she grabbed my hand and led me back onto the dance-floor, immediately we started to dance together once again, and I couldn't think of anywhere else I would have rather been. The only piece that was missing was Ginny and Pansy.

We danced late into the night, always together, like we were somehow glued together and I couldn't help but wish that the night never end. But, as these things often do, it ended far too quickly.

"Alright everyone, time to go off to bed," Professor Dumbledore said to the few of us that had remained through the entire night.

"Want to come back to my dorm?" I asked Fleur, a little out of breath.

"Of course, this night can't end yet, it's been far too fun."

I nodded my agreement as I started in the direction of the Gryffindor Tower, Fleur linked her arm with mine immediately, and we walked together in a comfortable silence.

As we entered my dorm room I noticed, almost right away, that it was empty, Emily was nowhere in sight, causing a smile to creep onto my face. I walked us over to my bed and sat down, pulling Fleur down with me. We both leaned down to remove our heals at the same time, I looked across at her as I fiddled with the clasp on my heels and saw that she'd had the same idea as she was now looking at me. We smiled at each other before continuing with our goal of getting the uncomfortable footwear off.

"Where is your roommate?" Fleur asked as we rose and I could detect a hint of nervousness in her voice.

"I'm not sure, but I'm sure she's fine," I replied, wondering what she could be nervous about.

I looked to Fleur and saw she was looking back at me, our eyes locked, and I could see something in hers, something I'm sure was in mine as well. She leaned forwards and kissed me sound on the lips, her tongue quickly invading my mouth. I moaned softly as it swirled around my own tongue, massaging it with an urgency I'd never before experienced.

"I love you," she whispered as she pulled away.

Instantly my mind went into overdrive as I processed the words in my mind, she loved me, she was in love with me. A few tears sprang to my eyes, and I could see a deep concern settle into her features. I could see her mouth moving but couldn't hear what she was saying. I was too far into my own head, I knew I loved Fleur, but my mind wouldn't allow that. This was real life, not some romance novel where people fall in love at first sight, my mind wouldn't allow me to think otherwise, and it believed that it was far too soon for me to actually feel love for Fleur.

But my heart was strong, a war was raging inside me, a war my mind was losing, a war that I wanted my mind to lose before the night was ruined by its stupid analytical ways. 'Veela imprint' the two words jumped into my mind, and it was like I only just realized what they meant. Everything was starting to come into focus as the blurriness in my vision and mind slowly dissipated. Veela fall head over heels in love at first sight, so why can't I be in love after a couple of months, my hand moved on its own as it flew up and connected with my own face. Love wasn't a science, love is something that just happens, it's uncontrollable and beautiful.

The stinging in my cheek subsided as my mind surrendered, I love Fleur, and it was time to voice it.

I looked to Fleur and fell deeply into her worried gaze, where I was safe and secure, for eternity, I raised my hand once more and this time cupped the blonde's cheek. I smiled at her which caused her to smile back at me, "I love you too, God Fleur, my brain can't seem to comprehend how but dammit, I don't care what my brain thinks, I know that I love you."

Finishing my declaration, I pushed Fleur down as I crashed our lips together, kissing her with an eagerness that surprised even me. But it was an eagerness that my Veela reciprocated tenfold as she flipped us over, putting me on my back.

Fleur

'I love you too' the words that sounded so sweet coming from Hermione's red lips repeated in my mind as I kissed her. They came as a chant over and over again, I could hardly believe that she'd said it back, but she did. When she started acting weird I grew worried, but I think that was just her heart and mind warring with each other, and I knew I'd need to ask her later on whether that was it or not, but right now I didn't care.

I let my right-hand roam up and down Hermione's soft arm while the left rested in her beautiful, smooth hair. One of her arms was wrapped around my waist pulling me towards her, pulling me closer, while her other seemed to have found a nice perch sitting on my rear, and it didn't take long for her to start squeezing me.

I pulled away from the very heated kiss, I needed to make sure that she wanted this, that she was ready, in every way, for what was about to transpire. She whimpered at the loss of lip to lip contact, and I couldn't help but smile at how cute the sound was, but I needed to do this.

"Hermione, I… I just want to make sure that…" It was hard to speak hard to tell her what I wanted to make sure of, but somehow, she seemed to understand completely.

"I'm ready," she whispered, "I love you, and right now, I really want you," she said as she grabbed my hand and led it up her dress to her crotch.

I could feel through her panties that she did, indeed, want this, wanted me, and that was all I needed to let go and start ravaging her lips once again. Assaulting her with a barrage of tongue, lips, and saliva, which she was all too happy to reciprocate.

My hands went straight to her soft breasts and started massaging them, eliciting soft moans from the younger girl beneath me. But as I was massaging her she had already started lowering the thin straps of fabric that held my dress on. She flipped me, much the same way as I'd done to her, as she pulled the top part of my dress down, exposing my bra covered breasts.

"Damn it all, too much clothing," she muttered as she reached for the middle of my bra and swiftly un-clasped it, exposing my bare chest to her, "Much better," she sighed, throwing my bra over the side of her bed.

She dropped back down and restarted the assault that had quickly turned in her favor, not that I cared one tiny bit about that. Her hands busied themselves with my newly exposed skin, lightly kneading and pinching here and there.

"Amazing," I breathed as she started to kiss her way down my neck, her lips seeming to do things I never would have thought possible. Until she reached her destination, her tongue flicked over my nipple while she pinched the other.

I reached down to pull her back up so I could have a turn on her but as I did she pulled away, "Not yet Fleur, you need to be completely naked before you can get your turn."

I whimpered as her torturous lips returned to my breasts, her mouth latching onto my exposed breast as her tongue slipped over my nipple again and again. Thankfully it wasn't long after that she decided to make her way down lower, slowly kissing her way down to my waist.

Looking into my eyes she grabbed my dress in her hands once more and started to tug, and I immediately obeyed the unspoken command, lifting my hips off the bed, allowing her to remove my dress completely. Not wasting any time, she then grabbed the hem of my boxer shorts, slowly pulling them down, as she did so she lowered her face to my skin and started peppering kisses over my inner thighs and down my legs.

I now lay before her, completely naked and exposed, and all she did was stare at me with a content smile on her face as her hands slowly ghosted up and down my legs, generating goose bumps as she did so.

"You're so beautiful," she whispered as her eyes roamed over me.

I smiled back, "Probably not as beautiful as you," as I spoke I rose from the bed and reached around to her back, quickly pulling the zipper down. Her dress slipped off her shoulders easily and pooled around her waist, "Just as I thought," I murmured as I gazed at her, "Much more beautiful than I."

As she opened her mouth to respond, I leaned forward and silenced her by introducing my tongue once again. My arms, once again slipped around her to un-clasp her pink bra, I pulled away from our kiss as I pulled the bra down. I bit my bottom lip as her uncovered breasts came into view, the milky white skin, her pink erect nipples, how her breasts seemed to just be floating there as if gravity had no effect on them at all. I leaned forward, my tongue flicking out for a taste of the delectable flesh the rested in front of me.

As we came into contact once again, it was as if something in my mind snapped and my usual grace and poise disappeared. I pushed the brunette down onto the bed and attacked her breasts with eager purposefulness. Her soft moans filling the room did nothing but spur me on faster as I took my fill of the amazing girl's flesh, sucking hard so I could leave my mark in her more intimate places.

As I my mouth busied itself with Hermione's breasts, my hands drifted down towards her dress and started to tug it down. As I was now laying on top of her Hermione needed to lift the both of us up so she could help me get her out of her dress. Although I doubted I really needed it in the end, it was still nice that she tried. Not wanting to waste time, I hooked her panties with my thumbs as I lowered the dress and pulled the two garments off at the same time.

I now lay on top of Hermione, no more clothing in the way, just skin to skin contact in every place we were touching. I rose my head from between the girl's breasts and planted a soft kiss on her lips as my hand slunk down to between her legs. She bucked her hips as my fingers came into contact with her vagina. I slowly inched my fingers into her wet folds and smiled as she moaned my name softly.

As I slowly worked on her I felt soft fingers come into contact with my own folds, looking back into her eyes I smiled at her as she inserted one finger into me, "God… Hermione…" I moaned.

She grabbed my hand and stopped me from pushing into her before lowering herself between my legs, "I never tasted this at the beach," she grumbled before a soft lick on my entrance sent a flurry of pleasure through my body. "Taste's kind of strange, but a good kind," she commented as her tongue moved slowly up and down my entrance.

I tangled my hands in her hair as her tongue worked me into a flushed mess on her bed, she moved away from me and looked down at me, a satisfied look on her face. Reaching up, I gripped her shoulders and pulled her down suddenly, eliciting a startled yelp from her lips. I flipped our positions once again and leaned down to kiss her quickly, "I never did taste you either."

I kissed my way down her body, not able to bear my mouth being away from her for too long, as I approached my destination. Deliberately avoiding her clitoris, my tongue quickly found what I wanted as I tasted Hermione's core, "Amazing," I groaned as I lathered her vagina with my tongue.

I would have loved to stay between her beautiful thighs, but an aching need had built up so much that I felt as though I was about to explode and it needed to be dealt with. Raising my face back to her I slipped my fingers back into Hermione's passage, pumping in and out of her, hoping she was truly ready for this.

"I can't wait anymore," I whispered to her as she tried to bite back her moans so she could hear me.

"Th-then don't," she answered, out of breath, "I'm ready."

I pulled back as I lined penis up with Hermione's virgin hole, I looked into her eyes and watched as she gritted her teeth before thinking about what I was about to do. I knew I wanted this, I knew she wanted this, we both wanted to go ahead with this, but I knew it was going to hurt her. I didn't want to cause my mate any pain, no matter what was happening at the time. But we were both ready, so I bit my lip as I slowly pushed into her, hoping to minimize the pain she felt. I grabbed her hips as my dick disappeared inside of the tight hole.

Before long I felt a blockage in my path, and I knew I was about to cause her the most pain that she was going to feel during this entire experience. And in that moment, I couldn't have helped wanting, wishing, for our roles to be reversed, for me to have to experience this pain just so she didn't have too.

Noticing my hesitation Hermione reached up and cupped my cheek with her soft hand, a smile gracing her lips, "It's okay my love, I know what comes next, and I'm ready for it."

Her words reassured me, but I couldn't stop my wish from persisting, but I needed to do this part quickly so instead of wallowing on the pain I was about to cause, I just went ahead and caused it. As I pushed my hips forwards a yelp of pain escaped Hermione's lips as her eyes filled with tears, causing me to stop moving and just let her get used to it.

The tears dispersed and she smiled at me, "That wasn't so bad," I smiled back at her before slowly resuming my movements. I smiled as soft grunts of pain became feverish moans of pleasure, allowing me to be able to properly enjoy the act once again. I leaned down, still holding her hips as I thrust into her, before crashing our lips together in an eager passion filled kiss.

"Oh Fleur, this feels so odd, I- ahh- I can still feel the pain b-but… it feels so good at the same time," Hermione panted after pushing me away slightly, stopping the kiss. She wrapped her hands around my neck and pulled me back down, putting my head in the crook of her neck. I sniffed her a little smelling the faint scent of shampoo mixed in with the smell of sweat and arousal.

I felt her mouth clasp onto my neck, her swirling around in one spot as she sucked hard and I knew the mark was going to end up in a very visible place. But I couldn't stop her, I didn't want to stop her, feeling her mouth there seemed to enhance my pleasure as I continued to thrust into her. Suddenly she pulled her mouth away and gripped me tighter, I quickly wrapped my arms around her waist as a high-pitched scream reverberated throughout the dorm-room. Hermione was climaxing while I was inside her and the feeling of her vagina's walls squeezing and pulsing edged myself closer.

"Oh god, Hermione, it's- I'm cumming," I squealed as I felt my cock start pulsing within Hermione's tight passage, my seed flowing into her. My once frantic thrusting slowed to a softer pace as I rode out my own orgasm, my eyes shut tightly as the feeling spread from my core outwards to the rest of my body.

We lay on Hermione's bed, panting as we basked in the afterglow, my dick still resided in Hermione's tight passage as I hadn't the strength to pull out of her yet. Hermione slowly stroked my blonde hair as she started whispering into my ear, "Fleur, I love you so much, baby."

I felt the smile form on my lips as I heard the words, "I love you too, Hermione," I said as I lifted myself off of her, pulling out at the same time, so I could look into her eyes, "Je t'aime, de tout mon coeur."

I laid back down next to her, my arms wrapping around her waist so I could pull close to me, "I think we're going to need these," Hermione grabbed her blankets and covered the both of us before turning around to face me.

I kissed her softly causing her to smile, "How was the pain? And I mean how was it really?"

"It was okay… really, I mean sure it was painful, but I was with you, so I was fine, stop worrying."

"Okay…" I sighed, "I just hated that I had to cause you pain, that's all."

A cheeky smile appeared on her face as she leaned in, placing her lips next to my ear, "It was made better by how it ended," she whispered, her warm breath causing me to shudder.

"Keep talking like that, and we'll have another problem on our hands," I replied even though I knew the problem had already risen.

A soft chuckling emanated from Hermione's throat, "We both know that problem has already risen," she said trailing her hand down my body.

As her hand wrapped around my dick, I groaned, "Want to go again?" I ask a little hopeful, I watched as the brunette's head nodded back and forth.

"Why else would I be doing this?" she asked as she pumped my dick swiftly.

"God, I love you," I said leaning in to kiss her ferociously.

Pansy

Ginny and I sat in her bed holding each other, having recently re-packed our belongings, we were now just waiting, for what neither of us was sure.

"Do you think he'll be okay?" I asked, a little worried I'd gone too far.

"I'm sure he will be," my red-headed goddess replied, her voice helping to soothe my nerves, "I still can't believe you were able to use magic without saying anything though, that's so cool. Even if it was against my Dad."

"It was pretty awesome," I couldn't help but smile at the memory, the sense of power I felt when I willed the magic into being without voicing it. "I just wish I knew how I did it."

"You were protecting me, it just goes to prove how much I mean to you," she said with a cheesy grin on her face.

I couldn't help but smile back at her, "Well, I do love you."

A soft knock at the door broke us out of our happy banter, both too afraid to answer we just sat in silence, wondering who was on the other side. Even though I was sure if it were Ginny's father he'd be beating the door down.

"Girl's, it's me, can I come in?" Molly's shaky voice came from the other side of the old wooden door.

"Of course you can mum," Ginny replied, and I think we were both relieved it wasn't her father.

Slowly Molly opened the door and walked over to us, sitting on the bed next to Ginny. She looked up with a sad smile on her face, "I took your father to the hospital."

A sigh of relief escaped my lips before I could stop it, "I'm sorry," I looked down at my lap, scared I may have ticked her off.

"It's fine, and you were right to stop Arthur, you just did so a bit too forcefully. But let's not focus on that now, I've organized for the two of you to go back to Hogwarts tomorrow."

"Okay, thank you," Ginny smiled, also sadly, at her mother.

"And don't worry, you'll be able to see your aunt before you go, I made sure of that."

Ginny's smile was much happier this time as she hugged her mother, "Thanks so much mum."

"No need to thank me," Molly laughed jovially as she hugged her daughter back, I sat there a little awkwardly as the two embraced. Pulling away Molly looked directly to me, causing me to look down again, "Pansy, look at me," she ordered, an order I obeyed instantly, "I'm sorry that our first meeting didn't go very well, and I'll try to talk some sense into Arthur."

Now it was my turn to smile as I awkwardly hugged the older woman, all too happy that she was still willing to accept me, let alone help me, "Thank you, Mrs. Weasley," I said assuming I'd lost the privilege of calling her, Molly.

"You're welcome," she said as I pulled away, I half expected her to tell me to call her Molly either way, but I was correct, I'd lost the privilege. "You make my Ginny happy, anyone can see that, so I'll help you."

I nodded my head with a smile still set on my face, "How is dad anyway?" Ginny asked, allowing herself to worry about the man that almost hurt her.

"He'll be okay, he was only knocked unconscious, so everything will be okay. Speaking of which I'd best get back to him," she said as she rose to her feet.

"Bye mum."

"Goodbye, Mrs. Weasley."

"Goodbye girl's, don't go to bed too late… and Pansy?"

"Yes, Mrs. Weasley?"

"Call me Molly," she said with a smile before disappearing out the door.

Ginny

I was lying in bed facing my beautiful Pansy, it was dark, but I could just make out the beautiful smile that hadn't left her face since my mother left, "What's with the smile?" I asked even though I was sure I knew the answer.

"You're mother still wants me to call her Molly," she said excitedly.

"I know," I said returning her smile, "I'm glad she's still happy that you're mine."

"Not as happy as me," she said as she leaned in for a kiss, "But what about your dad? That's gonna be hard to fix."

I sighed as I thought about my dad, I never thought he would get so angry about me dating Pansy, she's such a nice girl, and she's gone through far too much already. Of course, dad doesn't know what she's gone through, I just hope he isn't too hard on her.

"Hopefully not too hard, but let's not think about that, tomorrow you get to meet the hero of the war!" I exclaimed.

"Don't remind me," she sighed, "God knows what's going to happen to me if she doesn't like me."

I laughed as I embraced her, holding her close to me, "I'll keep you safe if it comes to it," her arms wrapped around me, holding me tightly. Being in her arms felt amazing, her scent, her warmth and the feel of her body against mine just made me feel complete, safe.

A.N. 2 Well, that was kind of exciting to write, my first ever attempt at a sex scene, I've never even written one in something I haven't posted so I'd love to hear what you thought, to know if I did well or not.