A.N. Chapter is a bit shorter but was taking too long to write, hopefully update's will start to come quicker…

Hermione

I gazed at Fleur's sleeping face, I had woken up early with Fleur's arms wrapped around me, her embrace was comforting, calming, and I didn't want to get up. But something in the back of my mind was urging me up, pushing me to get out of bed and just do… something. I closed my eyes and slowly moved away from the blond girl, knowing that if I opened my eyes, I wouldn't move until she either woke up or let me go.

It felt like ages but finally, I made it out of bed, Fleur seemed to whine a little as she felt around the bed for my missing warmth, seeming to settle with pulling my pillow between her arms and sniffing it quietly. I smirked at how cute she was before I left the room, leaving the door open in case she called out to me. I walked around the quiet, almost empty house and smiled, the excitement from yesterday had come and gone, but the happiness lingered.

I could already see a future as I looked towards the bare living-room, in the middle of the blank, white wall sat a brick chimney, a fire roaring as our baby sat between Fleur's legs trying to open the first birthday presents we'd gotten… It. Fleur's parents sat on the large couch with Gabrielle between the two of them, smiling and laughing as our baby accidentally threw its newest toy at Fleur's face. Ginny, Pansy, Emily and all our friends sitting or standing in various spots in our home.

But two very important people weren't there, the vision faded as quick as it came as I was once again overcome with sadness. Slumping onto the couch tears filled my eyes as I pictured my parents faces at the train station, the disgust and hatred they held towards my love cut me deeper than anything ever had. But I wanted to change their minds, wanted them to be in our lives, in their grand child's life.

"Hermione?" Fleur called from behind me.

I turned around and smiled at the still sleepy blond, "Yes?"

She pointed towards the kitchen, a frown on her face, "Why did you do the dishes? You're supposed to be taking it easy," she complained, her voice filled with concern.

I looked at her with a smirk, ignoring the dishes for a moment, "I'm pregnant, not recovering from a stroke," I chuckled as I rose from the couch, I opened my mouth to speak, but before I could, I was wrapped in a tight hug. Platinum blond hair swinging around my shoulders as Fleur's scent flooded my nostrils, her warmth seeming to spread throughout my body as she gripped me.

"What's wrong mon amour?" She asked in a soft, shaky voice.

As she asked that it was like a gate opened and all the sadness started to flow through me, the tears I was so desperately holding back only moments ago started running freely down my cheeks. Sobs racked my body as I quickly clutched the platinum blond like a life raft.

"It is your parents, is it not?" She asked softly. I nodded, not able to speak at the moment, Fleur pulled away and stared into my eyes, tears streaming down her face as well, "They will come around, they must." She said as she pulled me back to her, I melted into her arms and pulled her to the floor with me, attaching my lips to hers in desperation.

Fleur pulled away, her pain for me mixing with lust as she seemed to fight an inner battle, "Please…" I whispered, the pain redoubling as images of my parents flashed through my mind, "I-I just need you right now… Please?"

Fleur seemed to melt to my begging as she quickly started to return my kiss, her tongue slipping into my mouth and massaging my own. Immediately I flipped us over, so I was laying on top of Fleur, deepening the kiss myself as my hand slipped down to her chest. I needed Fleur to do what I wanted, needed to feel control in something as I was currently being swept up in a whirlwind of pain and confusion.

Fleur surrendered to my ministrations, moaning in my ear as I moved from her mouth to her neck, her erect nipple currently being pinched between my fingers. "You're very beautiful," I whispered as I started to unbutton her silk pajama shirt.

I ran my hands up her creamy white stomach, tracing her defined abs softly, tickling her stomach ever so slightly as I did so. Lowering my mouth to her ample chest, I kissed the lone freckle that marred her otherwise flawlessly white torso. Slowly I kissed my way up her shoulder and down her right arm as I pulled her shirt off of her, kissing each individual scar as I did so.

A sharp knock on the door stopped us, I quickly brought Fleur's sleeve back up to her shoulder and buttoned her shirt up for her. She smiled up at me before kissing me on the lips briefly, only to be interrupted by the knocking again. Sighing, we got to our feet, Fleur and I both walked towards the door, wondering who could be here.

"We'll finish what we started later," I whispered in Fleur's ear as I squeezed her perfect ass.

Fleur opened the door, and we were surprised to come face to face with a red-faced Gabrielle and Monsieur who wore a more… stony expression, looking past the both of us rather than at us. We stepped to the side, allowing the two to walk into the house, Gabrielle ran inside happily while Monsieur just stood at the door awkwardly.

"Here," he said holding out a black canvas bag to Fleur, she accepted it, glancing inside.

"The books? I thought mama was just going to send them via an owl though," Fleur said confused.

"Your sister wanted to come by…" Monsieur said as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"What's wrong Papa?" Fleur asked worriedly.

He looked back at the glass windows that sat right next to the door, completely uncovered "Well… Just keep your… activities confined to your bedroom," He said uncomfortably.

Realisation dawned on both Fleur and me at the same time, immediately I looked down at the floor in embarrassment, "Sorry," I whispered, turning around and walking to the couch, suddenly feeling the urge to sit down again.

"It's fine, really. Just not something you really want to see your daughter doing," Monsieur explained as he walked in after me, finally allowing Fleur to close the door.

She placed the black bag on the small coffee table in front of the couch, "Anyway, thanks for the books Papa, Hermione will be very happy to have them." I smiled at Monsieur then at Fleur as I assumed that the books were the ones on Veela. I grabbed the first book and flipped it over to read the blurb, only to find none there.

I looked up confused "There is no blurb?" I asked flipping the book back to the front, "Or title?"

"They are there," Fleur said smiling, "They are just on the inside of the front cover. It was a way to try and deter anyone that picked it up. But that was before we decided to just use magic so only Veela and their Mates can read them."

I nodded as I flipped to the front page of the book, reading 'Anatomy of a Veela' "Does this cover both sexes?"

"Yeah, it's really extensive, it even has a large sub-section on people like me," Fleur explained.

"I'm booored," Gabrielle interrupted, as she jumped on top of her sister, giggling as she did so.

Fleur rolled her eyes as she grabbed Gabrielle by the feet, and stood up, carrying her sister upside down, causing the younger girl to scream as her sister swung her around. Monsieur watched on with a worried look on his face, but he didn't say anything and allowed his daughters to mess around as they pleased.

"What are you doing out of school anyway?" Fleur asked her sister as she laid the young girl on the couch, her head in my lap, "It's not like you were kicked out of school."

"Mama said I could have a couple of days off because she needed to do some things," Gabrielle explained not moving from where she was placed.

"Like what?" Fleur asked, directing the question to her father.

Gabrielle hadn't noticed this as she responded first, "How the hell would I know?"

"I was talking to Papa," Fleur explained to which Gabrielle nodded.

Monsieur looked a little guilty for a brief moment before he hardened his features, "Just some things to do with the house," he said. Fleur looked skeptical but didn't say anything, she knew they'd tell her what was going on sooner or later. "Anyway, we should get going," Monsieur announced, "Come on Gabrielle."

Gabrielle groaned, "Can't I stay here with Fleur and Hermione?" She pleaded.

"You'll have to ask them."

Gabrielle looked up at me with puppy dog eyes, her lower lip pushed out into a pout, I looked over at Fleur who just shrugged her shoulders, leaving the decision up to me. I knelt down in front of Gabrielle and smiled at her, "Of course you can."

The young blond jumped up and down, happily, "Yay! Thank you, Hermione!" She exclaimed before wrapping me in a soft hug. We exchanged goodbyes with Monsieur who promised to magic over some extra clothes and a bed for Gabrielle before taking off.

Pansy

I walked through the corridors of Hogwarts, the gossips were abuzz with activity, speculating on why Hermione, Fleur, and Gabrielle had left the school, but I tuned them out, I didn't need to get angry right now. But as it turned out they wanted me to get angry as a large group of girls approached me with smirks on their faces.

"Hey is it true that Fleur and Hermione left because they were caught having sex in Dumbledore's office?" One girl asked while the others snickered.

I rolled my eyes before shoving my way through the small group, only to come face to face with Draco. Just like the girls I'd just pushed through, he wore a smirk. Instantly I sneered at the blond, "And what the hell do you want?" I practically growled at him.

"Just wanted to ask some questions," Draco replied coolly, I made to move past him, but he moved into my way, the smirk still on his face.

"Let me through Draco, before I kick your ass."

"No need to be so hostile little miss Dick-girl," I growled as the words left his lips, placing my hand on my wand. "So why did the geek leave? I heard she got pregnant," he said with a smug grin like he already knew the truth.

I narrowed my eyes at him, before trying to get passed him again but once again he blocked my path, "Hey, I asked you a question," He said, the smug smile never leaving his face, "I guess I'll just take that as a yes then. Freak."

"Sectumsempra!" An all too familiar voice screamed out, reducing Draco to a crying heap on the floor as blood seeped from his right arm.

I looked around frantically, ignoring the whispers coming from the other students as my eyes settled on an enraged redhead. I ran up to her and quickly ushered her down the hall, away from the worried and angry students.

"What the hell were you thinking? And where did you learn that spell anyway?" I asked as I led Ginny towards the Headmasters office.

"I don't' know," Ginny shrugged, "He was being mean to you, and I just… reacted."

I smiled, happy that Ginny wanted to protect me, "But how did you learn that spell? It's not supposed to be taught until our last year."

Ginny shrugged her shoulders, "I was kind of jealous… I mean my friends are all older than me or are Hermione and Luna who're both amazing witches. Then there is me who can't do anything, so I snuck into some of the older classes, and practiced like crazy."

I shook my head with a smile on my face, I was proud of my little redhead, "Well you did very well, but you really shouldn't have," I scolded her half-heartedly.

Ginny grinned at me, clearly seeing that I didn't really mind what she'd done, "I'm sorry," she pouted exaggeratedly, wrapping an arm around my waist.

I set my arm on her shoulder and pulled her into me, "I'm sure you are," I said rolling my eyes before I kissed the top of her head softly, "I really do love you, you know," I whispered, before kissing the top of head.

The redhead giggled happily, "Of course I know, and of course I love you too."

I smiled as I pushed her up against the wall kissing her deeply, our tongues dancing and massaging each other as we indulged in each other. I pulled away with a lust filled grin at the sight of a surprised and out of breath Ginny.

"That was… Wow…" Ginny breathed.

I smiled as I grabbed her hand and continued walking down the hall, "That was the plan."

"Where are we going anyway?" Ginny asked as she looked around worriedly.

"It would appear you already know that, but I'll tell you anyway, I'm taking you to Professor Dumbledore," I told her.

She sighed, looking down at the floor as she gripped my hand a little firmer, "Do we have to?" She asked.

"Yes," I answered simply, she already knew that it would be better this way.

She sighed again before resting her head on my shoulder, "What if I get kicked out of school too?" She asked me sadly.

I untangled our hands and put my arm on her shoulder, rubbing it up and down comfortingly, "I'm sure that's not going to happen, and even if it does, we'll just have to deal with it."

Ginny nodded as she tightened her grip around my waist, snuggling up as close as she could while we walked. Before long we arrived at Professor Dumbledore's office, the staircase was already lowered, so we walked up together. The Professor was sitting behind his desk, his usual smile had disappeared as he watched the two of us walk in. He motioned to the two seats in front of his desk with his right hand. Apparently he was already waiting for us.

"So, I believe there is a story as to why the two of you are here?" The headmaster asked.

"Uhh…" Was all Ginny could say as she shied away from the strangely imposing Headmaster.

"Come on then," He growled, clearly he already knew what had transpired between Ginny, Draco and me.

"W-Well I was just walking through the hall when I saw a gathering of students…" Ginny explained her side of the story quickly, trying to emphasize the fact that she was just trying to protect me.

Professor Dumbledore shook his head at the end of the story, "So let me get this straight, you snuck into classes meant for older students so you could learn advanced spells because you were jealous of your friends. Even though we don't teach said spells until later because we are afraid that exactly this would happen. And then proceeded to attack a fellow student because he was making fun of your friend." The Headmaster drummed his fingers on his desk as he stared at Ginny, I gripped her hand tighter as I felt her start to shake.

Professor Dumbledore held out his hand, "Pass me your wand," he demanded, Ginny passed over her wand worriedly. The Professor placed the wand out on his desk in front of him and held his hands out over it, he closed his eyes as he focussed on something. I could practically feel the magic flowing through the room as he worked on whatever it was he was doing.

A few moments later he reopened his eyes and passed back Ginny's wand, "Alright, I'm sorry Ginny, but I had to do this. I've put a curse on your wand, which I'll lift at the end of the year, from now until then if you try anything too powerful the spell will just fizzle out. If you try something like this again, then we'll need to talk about your future with this school."

Ginny nodded her head solemnly before leaving the Headmasters office, pulling me along with her, the young redhead sniffled as she walked. I grabbed her shoulder and turned her around, immediately wrapping the young girl in a hug.

"Everything will be okay Ginny, you'll see."

The redhead shook her head, as she pushed me away, "Of course it isn't okay!" She screamed at me, "Hermione's gone, Draco and the rest of the students are being asshole's and now look at this!" She raised her wand and swung it viciously "Protego!" She yelled, but nothing happened. "You see!?" She stood there fuming for a few more moments before sprinting away from me, I would have followed after her, but I thought she could use some time alone, so instead I walked to the library for some alone time of my own.

Ginny

I sat in my dorm room, staring down at my wand, as I had been for at least two hours now. My tears hadn't stopped since I blew up on Pansy, just another mistake to add to the growing pile. I placed my wand on my dresser with a sigh, before walking over to Pansy's bed and laying down. I took a long sniff of her pillow and sighed as her scent enveloped me.

"Hey Ginny," A familiar voice from the door interrupted me.

I rolled over and smiled at Emily, "Hello, how was your day?" I asked, hoping to take my mind off of what happened.

"Uneventful, just filled with a bunch of rumors and gossips," She groaned, kicking her trunk, "Why do people have to do that?"

I shrugged my shoulders, "Because their own lives are boring."

"My life's boring, and I don't go around spreading rumors or anything."

"Well…" I sighed as I gave up "I don't know what to tell you, people are stupid."

Emily sat down on her bed cross-legged, facing me, "Why are you on Pansy's bed anyway?"

I sighed as I sat up myself, "I kind of attacked Draco because he was being an ass, and I kind of ended up going too far, and now my wand has been limited by Professor Dumbledore. After that happened, I ended up blowing up on her and running off."

Emily stood up and walked over to me, hitting me lightly on the shoulder, "Then what the hell are you doing here? Shouldn't you be off looking for her to apologize or something?"

"She doesn't need to," Another familiar voice came from the door.

I smiled as my love walked into view, "Of course I do," I said as I jumped to my feet and embraced the older girl, "I love you, and I shouldn't have blown up on you like that. It was misplaced anger, and I placed it on someone that I really shouldn't have."

Pansy shook her head, "I know it was misplaced anger, and that's why its fine," She started running her hand through my hair, "Let's just not make it a habit, ok?"

I nodded with relief before kissing her softly on the lips, I pulled away quickly and smiled over at Emily, my smile faded, though, as I saw the look on her face. She looked sad, jealous even, as her eyes wandered around the room. I looked at Pansy and saw that she had also noticed that Emily wanted what we had.

Pansy and I smiled at each other, I leaned into her and whispered right into her ear, "Should we try to help her?" I asked, pulling back quickly.

Pansy nodded before she put some distance between the two of us, I was upset with the loss of closeness, but I understood, as I watched her walk over to speak to Emily once more.

Fleur

I was in the kitchen cooking dinner for my love and my little sister, they were playing outside, doing who knows what while I was stuck in here… Cooking. I sighed as I watched them from through the kitchen window, wishing I could cook out there rather than in here. A soft tugging on the hem of my skirt pulled my attention to the House Elf standing next to me.

"Sammy!?" I exclaimed as I reached down to hug the little thing, "What are you doing here?"

"Well, I couldn't just let two of the people that were trying to help me and my race leave and not find out where they lived so I could help them, now could I?" She asked like it was the most obvious thing in the world, "Now go out and play with those girls, I can take care of this."

I shook my head, "I couldn't get you to do that for me, that'd be going against everything we were trying to accomplish," I replied as I got back to work on the food.

"Come on, this is why I came here, to help you two out, what with your situation and everything…"

I narrowed my eyes at the Elf as I realized, "You were the one that did those dishes while Hermione and I slept, aren't you?"

Sammy looked down at her bare feet, to which I grimaced slightly, looking embarrassed, "I just want to help you two," she shrugged, kicking the floor with her foot.

I hated seeing the little thing wearing nothing but a burlap sack, but I shook the thought away for now as she climbed up to the kitchen sink and started to wash the few dishes I'd used. I shook my head with a smile on my face, while I got back to work with the cooking.

"Hermione! Gabrielle!" I called once I'd finished cooking, "Dinner is ready!"

"Fleur, I need to go, please don't tell Hermione I was here."

"Wait, Sammy, I can-" I was cut off as Sammy Disapparated away.

I sighed, knowing that I was going to end up telling Hermione, and soon, I already felt like I needed to say something, and I couldn't even see her yet. After a few moments my two favorite girls walked into the house, their faces red from running around, I smiled at them as they approached the table. I loved how Hermione still acted like a kid sometimes, she's always so stressed, even more so now, it was just nice to see her messing around a little.

"What's for dinner?" Gabi asked as she stared at the covered dish in my hands.

"Just a simple pasta, eat up."

"Thank you, love, I'll do the dishes tonight," Hermione said before sitting down.

I started to chew the inside of my cheek as I grew nervous, I had no idea why I felt so bad, and within minutes I'd started to sweat. I ran to the bathroom and splashed some cold water on my face, but that only seemed to fuel the fire as this tiny secret ate away at me. I knew something was wrong, this couldn't be what my mother meant when she said I wouldn't be able to keep anything from Hermione… Could it?

Shaking my head, I stumbled back into the dining room, my breathing heavy as the light started to fade from my vision. I fell to the floor, and felt a splitting pain as my head smashed against the hardwood floorboards. A scream erupted throughout the room as two sets of hands clutched my own.

"Fleur? Fleur what's wrong?" Hermione's voice was distant, as were her sobs, pretty soon they were all I could hear as my vision faded to complete blackness.