A.N So maybe I will be updating quicker now… Hooray! And thank you everyone that has been reviewing! Makes me feel good when people like my work.

Fleur

I stood in the supermarket near our house, absent-mindedly grabbing things off of the shelves as I followed after Hermione's mother, Monica. I'd noticed the older brunette the moment I'd walked into the store and quickly asked Gabrielle to walk beside the trolley I'd grabbed so I could keep an eye on her and follow Mrs. Granger at the same time. I didn't know whether or not she'd seen me, but the first thing I noticed when I saw her was the depressed look on her face. And now that I was following her, I could easily see a slump in her sluggish walk, and I couldn't help but feel sorry for her.

For the past thirty minutes I'd been trying to find an opening to 'casually' bump into the older woman, but whenever she stopped moving something inside me told me to stop. I growled softly, frustrated at my own cowardice, as I continued to follow after the brunette.

"Fuck it," I whispered to myself before taking in a deep breath, "Mrs. Granger!" I called out, a hint of affection in my tone surprised even myself. The brunette turned around, and upon noticing it was I that had called out to her, her features hardened into a scowl, but beyond that, I saw a pleading in her eyes, a pleasing I just could not ignore as I rushed up to her.

"What do you want?" She growled lowly.

I kept a smile on my face as I spoke, determined to get through to this woman, for both her and Hermione. "Mrs. Granger, please, just listen to what I have to say, I'm not sure whether or not my parents or the school had explained everything or not, but please, just listen to me," I implored the older woman.

Her stare was cold and calculating as she seemed to almost be looking through me, she grunted before turning back to her own trolley and walking off slowly, "Meet me at the café just across the road in thirty minutes, if you aren't there then you can forget it."

I smiled, happy that I could at least try to talk some sense into the older Granger, hoping she wasn't as stubborn as her daughter. Gabrielle and I finished up our shopping in under ten minutes and hurried over to the café as soon as we had paid. We walked into the small alleyway beside the café where I turned to my little sister.

"I'm going to send you home with the shopping," I explained, "Don't tell Hermione about her mother, I don't want her to worry or get her hopes up, so just tell her I ran into an old friend and wanted to catch up for a little." I felt a little upset with getting Gabrielle to lie for me, but I would explain everything when I got home, no matter how things went down.

Gabrielle agreed although it was a little begrudgingly, and within a couple of minutes, I was sitting at a small table off to the side, a hot cup of tea steaming in front of me as I waited on Mrs. Granger. She walked in after another thirty minutes, and I was a little miffed that the older woman was late, but I swallowed my frustration as I waited for her to order something then sit down with me. I myself was sat with an empty cup in front of me and quickly signaled for a refill, having already downed three other cups of tea nervously as the older woman took her sweet time to show up. The staff was apparently more than happy to keep giving me more tea, even delivering it to the table for me.

The brunette in front of me smirked as a young woman placed another steaming cup of tea in front of me but was quick to hide it from me. "Now then, what did you want to say?" Mrs. Granger asked, her tone lighter than in the store but I could still hear that she was angry.

"The very first thing I want to say is that I'm sorry, I didn't mean for Hermione to get… Well… You know," I said lamely.

"Pregnant," The older woman finished for me, I nodded solemnly as I looked down at the cup in my hands.

"Yeah… That. Neither of us wanted this, but you have to know that I can't live without your daughter if you're afraid I'm going to run off then you don't need to be."

The brunette scoffed before taking a long sip of her own tea, "You a bloody teenager, how could I possibly believe that." She growled.

I moved my left hand over to the right sleeve of my cardigan and lifted it all the way to my shoulder, displaying the scars that covered the appendage. Mrs. Granger's face instantly changed from scorn to sorrow as she took in the sight of my scarred arm, a shaky hand quickly flew to it as she ran her hand over the scars, as if unbelieving they are real.

"What the hell did you do?!" She whisper-yelled before yanking my sleeve back down.

"Well, do you know that I'm not completely human?" I asked and watched the older woman nod slowly, "And do you know anything about my race?"

The older woman shook her head slowly, "No… I was too angry to keep listening to what your parents were trying to say," She admitted self loathingly.

I took her hand in mine and looked into her green eyes, "Which is understandable," I told her, "I can only imagine what it feels like to find out that your fourteen-year-old daughter is pregnant." Mrs. Granger smiled gratefully, having, much to my surprise, completely mellowed since she sat down.

"Anyway, we Veela have one true mate, someone that, as soon as we see them, they become everything to us, our whole world, and we literally can't live without them. This is what happened when I saw your daughter, unfortunately for me, however, I say her before school started, which meant three months apart. I fell into a deep depression, and doing this," I gestured to my right arm, "Was the only thing that reminded me that I was actually still alive."

Monica nodded, seeming to understand what I was explaining, "I'm so sorry," She said squeezing my hand comfortingly, I smiled gratefully at the older woman. "But that doesn't change the fact that Hermione I still so young," She sniffled a little as tears sprang to her eyes.

Quickly I stood and hugged the older woman and was glad that instead of pushing me away, she returned the embrace, as a few tears slipped from her eyes. I ran my hand along her back as I whispered to her, "I know she is, and I can't begin to explain how sorry I am."

The older woman nodded before pulling away, wiping her tears before gesturing for me to sit back down, I quickly started to speak again, "But honestly Mrs. Granger, the fact that she is so young is why she needs you… And if I'm not mistaken you need her too."

Monica nodded again, agreeing with me wholeheartedly, "But how can I? I mean, I slapped your mother and… all the things I said, and then I even hurt Hermione. I hurt my own baby," She started sobbing openly, and I quickly stood up and ushered her out of the café. I apologized to the other patrons and staff as I left enough money to pay for both mine and Monica's drinks, including a sizeable tip for the trouble.

Where is your car?" I asked the distraught woman who just shook her head, I sighed and started to walk her towards my house. Glad that I only lived five minutes from the shop.

Hermione gasped when I opened the door, a still sobbing Monica in my arms, the younger brunette ran up to us and quickly wrapped her mother in a tight hug, "What happened?" she asked worriedly looking me in the eyes.

I stared back into her hazel orbs and started to feel a little guilty, "We were just talking about everything, and when we got onto the subject of what happened at the Train Station, she just broke down," I explained.

Hermione nodded and ushered her mother over to the couch, they sat down together, Monica clinging to her daughter, the sobbing had quickly subsided in Hermione's presence but was replaced by her mother's continuous apologizing. Gabrielle stood in the kitchen awkwardly, with her hands in a large mixing bowl, I walked over to her and after covering the bowl and getting the young blond to wash her hands walked her out into the backyard.

"Isn't that Hermione's mum?" Gabrielle asked once I'd closed the sliding door.

"Yes, it is," I replied before picking up a volleyball and passing it to the young blond. "But let's not talk about that right now, we should wait until they've finished up in there," I gestured back to the house before catching the ball that was thrown in my direction.

Gabrielle and I were playing outside for well over an hour before Hermione, and her mother walked outside and joined us. Monica smiled as Gabrielle tossed her the ball, before she tossed it back, "I'm just going to head home, talk to my husband, we'll be over as soon as I can convince him to give you a chance." She explained happily.

I smiled as I walked over to the older Granger woman and hugged her softly, happy that she returned the hug even when she wasn't completely upset. "I look forward to getting to know the two of you," I said as I pulled away, "And when you're ready I can call my mother and father."

"I'd like that, for us all to become a family," Monica smiled at the thought before we said goodbye and walked her out.

"So how was it?" I asked the brunette that just closed the door.

She turned to me with a massive smile on her face, quickly pulling me into a heated kiss, her tongue pushed its way into my mouth as her hands dropped down and cupped my ass. I groaned in pleasure before a startled squeak pulled us back into reality as a red-faced Gabrielle quickly ran out to the backyard.

Hermione giggled happily, "Oops," she said as she walked towards the door.

I watched her walk away with lust filled eyes, staring at her tight little ass with longing, her display of affection successfully starting a fire inside me that would need to be satiated before the night was done. I allowed myself just enough time for my erection to go back down before I joined Hermione and Gabrielle.

"Sorry you saw that," I said as soon as I saw the young girl sitting forlornly in the middle of the grass.

She looked up at me with a forlorn smile, "Is that what people do when they're together? I mean this is the second time two days that I've witnessed the two of you doing things like that."

I walked over and sat with her, Hermione watching from the patio, "I know, and yes, it is what people do when they are together," I explained truthfully, not wanting to lie to my sister.

"But Mama and Papa never do that stuff," I sighed, knowing how careful our parents always were. They never really wanted anyone to see how affectionate they were with each other.

"They do, Gabi, they just don't do it when people are watching," I explained.

"Why?" She asked, confused.

"Some people don't like other people to see them when they're being all flirty with the person they love, but if you don't like it, I'll make sure Hermione and I kiss when you can't see us," I offered.

Gabrielle shook her head slowly, "It's not that I don't like it, I just thought I was seeing something that was supposed to be completely private since I haven't seen many people doing that stuff."

"Shall we finish making those cupcakes?" Hermione asked from the patio, effectively changing Gabrielle's mood completely as she hurried inside. I chuckled as I followed my little sister into the house, Hermione walked beside me, her hand resting softly on my ass and took all my willpower to keep myself under control.

She leaned over to me and whispered sultrily into my ear, "We'll continue what we started later tonight."

I couldn't keep the smile off my face as we joined the young platinum blond in the kitchen and got to work making the tiny cakes.

Pansy

I stood in front of the lake, tears streaming down my face, I hadn't spoken to Ginny at all since yesterday morning, and it was starting to get to me. Especially with the added annoyance of the rest of the Gryffindor's having once again turned against me, I fell down and lay on the damp grass, enjoying the cool sensation of moisture seeping through my clothes.

A soft pattering from nearby signaled the arrival of someone, I turned my head and couldn't help the smile that came to my lips as a certain redhead sat down beside me. She started picking at the grass nervously before laying down beside me and wrapping her arms around my waist, nuzzling into my neck.

"I've missed you," I told her as wrapped an arm under her and around her back, my other arm resting under my head.

"I missed you too," She sighed before kissing my neck softly.

I reveled in the feeling of her warm lips on my skin but forced myself to keep calm, not wanting things to escalate as the last time that happened things turned very bad for the two of us. Ginny seemed to notice that I wasn't going to go along with her and so she propped herself up on her elbow and looked down at me with a frustrated look on her face.

"Come on, Pansy, can't we just… Move on from what happened yesterday?"

I shook my head sadly before rising to my feet, "I don't want you to do something you're not ready for," I explained to the young redhead.

She growled, as she also rose to her feet, she wrapped her arms around my neck and crashed our lips together, forcing her tongue into my mouth. I quickly pushed her away as I felt myself start to get swept up at the moment and frowned at the young girl.

"We're not doing this!" I yelled, staring hard into Ginny's eyes.

Instead of getting angry tears flooded Ginny's eyes as she started muttering, "I knew it, you don't like me anymore, you're not attracted to me at all are you!?" Her muttering and sadness quickly transformed into anger as she yelled me.

"What the hell are you talking about!? I love you, and I really want to go all the way with you! But you are too young, and I know you aren't ready for this! You can lie to yourself if you want, but you can't lie to me!"

A loud crack rang out through the empty field as Ginny's hand lowered from my face, a burning quickly spread over my cheek. I raised my own hand to my cheek and covered the red mark as I stared disbelievingly at the redhead before me. Her eyes immediately filled with sorrow as she quickly tried to wrap me in a hug.

I pushed the girl away as I stepped back, feeling the tears starting to burn my eyes, I couldn't believe what had just transpired. "I… I'm sorry, Pansy. Can you forgive me?"

I shook my head, anger quickly overcoming the pain in my cheek as I turned towards the school, "We're done," I stated before running straight to the school, ignoring the shouting and pleading that coming from behind me. I was in far too much pain to face the young redhead right now, and as I entered the school halls, I immediately broke down in tears.

A quiet murmuring from all around me signaled that I wasn't alone, as I fell to my knees, sobbing into my hands. A warm hand grabbed me by the arm and quickly pulled me to my feet, a young Slytherin boy pulled me down the hall and away from the murmuring students. He didn't stop pulling me until we reached a small, empty room, I wasn't sure why I allowed the young boy to drag me here but something about him made me feel safe.

"No one will bother you here, I use it all the time when I'm feeling down," The young boy explained, before quickly leaving me alone.

I wanted to ask his name, to thank him or something, but the pain was too much, and I couldn't speak anymore. At that moment I hated myself, it was just in the heat of the moment, I didn't mean to break up with Ginny, didn't want anything like that to happen, but the anger just seemed to take over. I continued to rub at my eyes, trying desperately to bring myself under control so I could talk to Ginny, I needed to reconcile with her immediately. I pushed on the door a few minutes later only to find out that it wouldn't open, a sickening feeling grew in my stomach as I pounded against the door, screaming out for someone, anyone to help me.

Ginny

I stood in the spot that Pansy had left me, willing her to come back to me but to no avail. After just a few minutes I collapsed to the floor breathing heavily as I finally did what Pansy asked me to do yesterday before I blew up. My dejected sigh when she pulled off my top, how scared I was as I watched her lust filled eyes take in my naked torso, then the moment I filed away my fears popped into my mind, and I instantly screamed at myself.

I was an idiot, this whole time Pansy was right, I wasn't ready, yet I was willing to give myself over to the older girl, had convinced myself that I would have been okay. My cheeks were moistened with fresh tears as I sprang to my feet and took off in the direction that I had watched Pansy leave.

I ran into the hall and was surprised when I came face to face with Malfoy and his cronies, a devilish grin on his face, "Time for some revenge I think," The blond laughed manically as he pulled out his wand.

I pulled out my own quickly and was surprised as it flew from my hand as soon as I pulled it from my robes, "Don't think you'll be needing that," The blond sneered as he rubbed his right arm meaningfully.

He threw his arm back and flung it forward as he growled with a hate-filled voice, "Cruci-" He was cut off as the large mountain of a man, Hagrid, held his hand over his mouth… Or face as his hand was so massive it actually did that.

Professor Dumbledore walked up briskly with a shaking Pansy behind him, an actual sneer set deep in his features, "Mr. Malfoy, you and I have some things to talk about," The Headmaster growled as Hagrid dragged the young blond away.

"Thank you so much Professor Dumbledore," I breathed a sigh of relief as Malfoy and his friends disappeared down the hall.

"Of course, Mrs. Weasley, we will not tolerate the use of an unforgivable curse," He said as he shook his head, mumbling something under his breath. He stalked after Hagrid and the three boys leaving me and Pansy and a few gossiping onlookers.

I quickly wrapped the older girl in a hug, instead of returning the embrace, however, the black-haired girl picked me up bridal-style and carried me through the halls confidently. I smiled as I buried my face into her shoulder, silently crying as she carried me back up to our dorm room.

She lay me down on her bed before joining me, her arms wrapped around my waist as she kissed me softly on the lips, "I'm sorry I said that we were done…" She sniffled, "I was just angry, and I still want to be with you and-"

I rose my finger to her lips and shushed her, "You have nothing to apologize for," I told her, "I was the one that slapped you, I was the one that tried to push you into something that neither of us wanted to do. I was the one that kept ignoring what you were trying to tell me. Everything is my fault and my fault alone." I spoke with tears flowing from my eyes.

Pansy smiled reassuringly at me before kissing me again, "I'm still sorry, I could have handled things a bit better and kept my cool."

I shook my head, "You didn't do anything wrong… I love you so much."

The black-haired girl chuckled softly, "I know, and I love you too."

"So how did you know what Malfoy was going to do?" I asked, surprised at the excellent timing.

"I didn't," the older girl confessed, "Some kid, probably blackmailed by Malfoy or something, pulled me to a small room and locked the door. The Headmaster and Hagrid were walking by and heard me bashing on the door. That's when we decided to check on you, they were apparently already looking for him, so things ended well, all things considered."

I nodded before pulling Pansy close, reveling in the feeling that I'd missed for not even two days but felt like two years as the older girl tightened her hold on me. We stayed together like that for hours, neither wanting to leave each other's embrace for anything, not even when we were supposed to head down for dinner.

Hermione

Gabrielle had just left with her mother and father, and I was standing in the kitchen, slowly starting to, finally, clean up after making the cupcakes. I smiled as Fleur's arms wrapped around me, her hands going to my breasts almost immediately, causing me to groan in pleasure as a tingling launched throughout my body. I firm poking into my back caused me to chuckle slightly as Fleur leaned her head on my shoulder.

"We're finally alone, ma fille sexy," She purred into my ear as one of her hands slowly worked its way down my body, coming to a stop between my legs before applying a light pressure on my already slick folds.

"Fleur, baby, we need to clean up this mess," I argued half-heartedly as I melted at Fleur's touch.

"It'll still be there tomorrow," she whispered as her hands played with the hem of my shirt. I gave in as she raised my shirt over my head, her slowly massaging my soft, slightly rounded stomach.

I spun around in her arms and was greeted a hungry pair of lips that instantly attached themselves to my own. Her tongue entered my mouth as her hands lifted my skirt and started to squeeze my ass.

"Damn, your so firm," she growled hungrily against my lips, her hands squeezing tighter and tighter as she went along.

I pulled away from the kiss, causing the older woman whine, "Don't be so childish," I admonished her before kneeling down.

A smile spread across her lips as I pulled her shorts and panties down her smooth shapely legs, her dick stood proudly above her dripping pussy. I bypassed what I knew she wanted and went straight for her wet folds, lapping up her inner juices hungrily. She moaned out loud as she pushed my head deeper into her crotch, immediately forgetting her disappointment. I raised a hand to her dick and gripped the hard pole, pumping quickly.

"Fuck…" Fleur moaned through gritted teeth as I felt her release rather quickly, I smiled happily that I had such an effect on the older blond.

I pulled my face away from her pelvis and smiled at her, "Looks like you made even more of a mess in the kitchen, I think we should clean it up now."

The platinum blond pulled me up and kissed me deeply, pushing me up against the bench as she did so, "I don't think we're done just yet though," she said as her hand went back to my slit, her fingers entering immediately.

I groaned as she started to pump her fingers in and out of me, my hips moving to meet her hand as I felt the pressure building within me. I whined as she stopped her movements and pulled her fingers out of me, "Why did you stop?" I questioned sadly.

The question died in the air as Fleur lifted me onto the bench, flour and slightly melted chocolate covering my back. She grabbed my underwear and pulled them off, quickly discarding them to the right. I waited expectantly for Fleur to lower her face to my crotch, but instead, she just stood there staring down at me with hunger in her eyes.

"Well?" I asked a little impatiently as the pressure slowly dissipated, and just like that Fleur brought her cock up and rested it against my slit.

She raised a questioning eyebrow, asking for permission that she quite obviously had, I smirked up at the older girl before tapping my chin thoughtfully, wanting her to sweat a little. "I'm not sure we should, I mean I'm already pregnant," I said sarcastically.

Fleur smiled down at me as she pressed the head of her cock against my opening, "I don't much care," She said as she saw straight through me, quickly she thrust into me, groaning as she did so.

I screamed out loud as she quickly pushed me over the edge that I was already teetering on, cumming almost as soon as she pushed her rod into me. My scream of pleasure didn't deter the blond as she continued to thrust into me, pushing me to a second climax with just a few moments of the first.

"Ohh…" The blond moaned as I tightened around her cock for the second time, her teeth gritting as I felt a warmth flood into me and I quickly realized she was cumming inside me again.

She pulled out, her breathing heavy as she helped me off of the bench, "That was great baby," I said kissing her quickly on the lips. "But now we really need to clean up this mess," I said as I retrieved my panties that had apparently landed on the tap of the kitchen sink.

Fleur murmured her agreement as she sluggishly gathered the dishes from the floor and around the bench. I watched her as she went, utterly bewildered, I hadn't even realized that we'd pushed dished off the bench until just now.

Shrugging I got to work with cleaning, only wearing my bra and skirt, Fleur having the same idea as she cleaned in just her shirt and bra. I watched my beautiful girl as she worked, feeling my core heating up with lust once again and I knew that this whole cleaning thing was going to end up taking quite a long time as I walked over to Fleur and, once again, started pumping her flaccid dick.