Fleur

I sighed as I walked through the front door of mine and Hemione's home, not only had Pansy passed on just a few days ago but I had to spend the day with both my parents and Hermione's and I was completely exhausted. I could only imagine how Hermione felt as she flopped onto our couch, a loud groan emanating from her throat, I smiled at the young girl as I approached her.

I sat down on the coffee table in front of her and quickly took her feet onto my lap, gently rubbing them as I did so, "How are you feeling?"

The brunette moaned at my ministrations, "Much better now," She said dreamily as her eyes closed in bliss.

I grinned at the girl, "I'm glad. What a day, huh?"

Hermione laughed softly at that as she rested her hands on her quickly growing stomach, "Yeah, I mean honestly, I've never heard anyone apologize as much as my mother did today. It was like she couldn't think of anything else to say like the slap was the only thing that had happened over the past hundred years or something."

"Right, I swear my mother was just about to slap her back just to stop the woman from apologizing," I said as I shook my head.

I got up from my spot on the coffee table and left Hermione's feet to rest, she whined at the loss of contact but smiled as I snuggled up next to her on the couch and rested my head on her shoulder. She grew silent as I lay on her shoulder, staring off into the distance, much as she had for the last couple days, ever since the funeral.

Silently I started to rub my hand over the brunette's stomach, I wanted so badly to help her, but I just couldn't find the words, but that never stopped me from trying, "Hey, 'Mione, do you… Want to talk about it?"

The brunette shook her head before laying her head on top of mine, "Just stay with me?" She asked cutely.

"How can I say no when you ask me like that?" I asked as I got just that little bit closer to the girl.

We sat on the couch in silence, unmoving, aside from my hand that continued to run along the girl's stomach. I listened as Sammy puttered around the house doing who knows what, although I knew that once we finally got up, Hermione was not going to be happy. A small plate of biscuits was placed in front of us, along with two cups of hot chocolate, causing the brunette to groan.

She shook her head as she leaned forward to grab the food and drinks that Sammy had made for us, grumbling as she handed me one of the drinks. "Don't be mad, she's just trying to cheer you up."

"I know, I know, but we freed her and we can't even pay her for everything she does for us… I just wanted her to be… I don't even know," The brunette groaned, "But she shouldn't have to do all of this still."

"That's the thing though, she doesn't have to, she wants to, she is doing all of this because she wants to take care of us. Of course, when we get the money we'll pay her and I'm sure that'll make her happy, but until then she's happy like this."

Hermione sighed defeated, "Yeah, I guess," She agreed but something told me this wasn't over, this was Hermione after all. We fell into another comfortable silence on the couch and I eventually drifted off to sleep with Hermione's warm body in my arms.

I mumbled softly as I felt around on the couch, searching out a warmth that seemed to have disappeared. Sleepily I opened my eyes, finding that I really was alone on the couch now. I got to my feet and started searching for Hermione missing her warmth. I quickly found her laying in our bed, facing away from the door.

I climbed in behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her towards me. That was when I heard the brunette sniffle and saw her hands quickly whisk away a few tears that were running down her face.

"Hey, hey, it's okay Hermione, everything's okay," I whispered before kissing the back of her head.

The brunette shook her head as she turned around in my arms, wrapping me in a very tight hug before openly crying. "I know… I know but, I just feel so bad for Ginny, I mean, Pansy's gone… Forever."

I stroked her back softly, whispering what I hoped were sweet reassurances, as Hermione slowly cried herself to sleep in my arms. I shook my head sadly as I pulled the brunette into as tight a hug as I could without waking her up or squishing our little baby between us. "I just wish I could take away your pain," I whispered before nuzzling her forehead, "I love you…" I said as I drifted off to sleep.

"Hello, Fleur," Came a deep voice from nowhere, causing me to groan, again? I asked myself.

"What now? Don't you realize that my Mate and I are in pain right now?"

The voice was silent for a few moments and I thought whoever it was had disappeared for a brief moment before they finally spoke again. "Yes… We do… And we are truly sorry about everything that's happened." They said, actually sounding a little contrite, "But war is upon us and we must start preparing, it's time that we meet… I will send someone to collect you tomorrow."

I didn't speak for a few moments, a little frustrated that this person was dictating how I was going to spend my day, "I don't think so. I need to be here for my Mate, so-"

"Just bring her along," The voice huffed, "We now fully understand what it means that this girl is your Mate and we believe that this is the only way that you will really be effective."

I shook my head, "I don't really have a choice, do I?" I asked, even though I already knew the answer.

"Not really, we need everyone we can get," The voice replied, "… We are sorry that we needed to drag you into this… And your Mate."

I waved the voice away, "When it really came down to it I would have ended up helping, but only when things actually started, and I mean really started." I replied.

"That is good to hear," The voice said and I could hear the smile in his voice, "But I must go, we'll talk again tomorrow."

And with that I was back in my body, at least I think that's what happened as the next thing I remembered I was waking up the next morning with Hermione still in my arms. I smiled into the girl's hair as throughout the night she had turned around in my arms to face the other way. A soft giggle from the girl in front of me told me that she was awake.

"Good morning," She practically sang as she turned around in my arms, kissing my lips softly before resting her head on my chest.

I moaned softly, "Good morning beautiful, I'm glad you're feeling better."

She nodded against my chest, "A good night's rest can work wonders for a mood," she giggled again before nipping at my collarbone playfully.

I groaned before pulling away slightly, but she fought me and soon our bodies were flush together causing me to blush slightly. There was no way that she couldn't feel what was between my legs at the moment and the girl grinned at me as her hand slowly trailed between our bodies on a downward trajectory.

I gripped the girl tightly to me as her hand made contact with the tip of my erect dick, even through the fabric my shorts it felt fantastic. She wasted no time as she gripped my shaft and started pumping quickly, her other hand teasing my breasts through my shirt. I groaned before slipping my own hand between the girl's legs, quickly wanting to return the favor. But the feeling of her wet folds around my fingers and the sounds of the other girl's moans only succeeded in pushing me over the edge.

I moaned deeply as I started thrusting into the younger girl's hand, my shorts and underwear quickly becoming soiled with sperm as I was brought to orgasm. I was breathing heavily as ropes of sperm shot from the tip of my cock.

"Incroyable," I breathed in bliss before starting again on Hermione, listening intently as she moaned softly.

I attached my lips to the brunette's neck and slowly kissed my way down to her chest, unbuttoning her pajama shirt as I did so, gaining access to her milky flesh. "No bra, huh?"

"They're so uncomfortable to sleep in," Hermione replied shyly, with a shrug.

"It also gives me easy access," I replied huskily before taking a nipple into my mouth and smiled as she renewed her moans. It only took a few moments before I felt Hermione clench around my fingers, her nails digging into my head as her hips bucked wildly against my hand.

"Fleur!" She yelled out her grip tightened just that little bit more in what I assumed was an orgasmic pleasure. I slipped my fingers from between her thighs and wiped them on my shorts before wrapping the heaving girl into a tight hug.

"That was… An amazing way to start the day," Hermione sighed happily, kissing me softly on the cheek.

I nodded back at her, "The best way I believe," I replied before kissing her back.

"Come on," Hermione chimed after about half an hour of the two of us just holding each other, "It smells like Sammy is cooking us breakfast… Again." I smiled at the annoyance in Hermione's voice as she pulled me out of our bedroom and into the kitchen, she looked to Sammy frustrated. "You know it wouldn't kill you to let us cook you breakfast for once."

Sammy looked up and grinned, "We don't know that," She giggled as she placed the food onto the three plates before her.

Hermione quickly scooped two of the plates up before the Elf could magic them to the table, grinning back at the small creature, "Haha, beat you it," She laughed.

Sammy grinned back before snapping her fingers, sending the three plates of food into the air and towards the table, "Or did you."

I smiled at the domesticity of it all and sat at the table to start my breakfast, "This is amazing, Sammy, thank you," The Elf nodded still grinning as she too started to eat.

A sharp knock on the door caused me to groan as I quickly stood up to answer it, "I've got it, honey," I said as Hermione started to rise from her seat.

She nodded and sat back down before arguing half-heartedly with Sammy over letting her do somethings around the house for once. I opened the door and came face-to-face with a large man, he was built like a house but was leaning heavily on a cane. His face and exposed arms showed the skin of someone that had been in far too many fights that would be considered normal for his age, and I groaned inwardly, assuming this was the man sent to pick us up.

"Miss Delacour, I have been sent from the Order," The man said with a deep scratchy voice.

I furrowed my brow and cocked my head to the side curiously, "Order?" I questioned, not knowing what he was talking about.

The man nodded, "The Order of the Phoenix, I take it they never told you our actual name?" I nodded my head and the man huffed in annoyance, "Morons, anyway, I am here, as I'm sure you know, to pick up both you and Miss Granger."

I nodded my head, "We're just finishing breakfast, give me a couple of minutes and we'll be right out."

The man nodded before walking towards a pristine looking red car of some sort, I quickly walked into the living-room and grabbed Hermione's hand, pulling her towards our bedroom. "Sammy, Hermione and I need to go out, but we'll be back soon," I called out to the Elf before closing the bedroom door and quickly getting changed, instructing the brunette to do so as well.

"What's going on?" Hermione asked as she got changed at a rapid pace, being ever mindful of her stomach.

"The 'Society' I was practically forced to join has called us in to talk, I was hoping we'd have some time so I could actually tell you but apparently not," I explained hotly as I pulled a clean black shirt over my head.

Hermione tapped me on the shoulder, smiling up at me, "Its okay, Fleur," She said, effectively calming me down. I nodded before and started for the bedroom door, only to be halted by a hand on my arm, I was quickly spun around and wrapped in a warm, comforting hug. "Whatever today brings, we'll deal with it together," Hermione told me, causing me to smile.

"Yeah, we will," I nodded before pulling away, "Anyway we shouldn't keep our courier waiting, he looks as though he could push this house down if he wanted too," I explained before grabbing Hermione's hand and entwining our fingers as we walked.

The man in question was leaning against the side of his car, his face an emotionless mask as we approached. "Ready to go, ladies?" He asked as he opened the back doors with a flick of his wrist.

We both nodded, shocked at the display of power, "That was… Wow," Hermione said as she looked at the man with an impressed expression.

The man's face changed for a fraction of a second, it was so quick I couldn't register what it changed too but if I had to guess it was a mix of happiness and pride as he climbed into the driver's seat.

"Either of you been in a flying car before?" The man asked and both Hermione and I nodded, "Good, then you know what to expect," He said before taking off right there in the middle of the street.

I gasped at the man's boldness, "What about the muggle's? What if they saw?" I asked incredulously.

The man laughed heartily at my questions, "There is an invisibility charm on the car, which only procs if no muggles are in view of the car."

I nodded along with the explanation, impressed with the man's foresight before looking towards Hermione, she was all smiles as she rode along in the car.

"This is much smoother than Ginny's dad's car," She explained as she noticed my questioning glance, "That thing feels like it'll drop out of the sky at one point, then only seconds later it's flying just like this. It's a real rollercoaster."

The man in the front seat laughed, "This thing is much newer and was enchanted by some of the best wizards around. Not just made in some shed like Arthur's."

"How do you know so much?" I asked, a little suspicious of the man.

"Oh, that's an easy question, I know so much because it's my job to gather the information in the first place," He explained, "I have a knack for finding things out that people don't want others to know."

I smirked at the pride in the man's voice, "Yet you needed a little girl to tell you my biggest weakness?" I teased.

The man grinned back at me, "Well, you Veela really keep your secrets close, it'd take hundreds of people like me get to those secrets." I smiled as I knew the man was right, although right now would be one of the easiest times as a whole pile of books on my kind were placed on Hermione's nightstand.

The rest of the trip was spent in comfortable silence with mine and Hermione's hands having come together once again sometime through the flight. The car settled into the courtyard of a large manor where we were quickly ushered in by a couple of other young Witches who seemed to be pushing us as quickly as they could towards our destination.

In the rush I noticed a single door that was guarded by two stone-faced Wizards, the wooden door looked to be re-enforced with steel and I could literally feel the magical power coming from that direction. "What the hell is over there?" I asked our guides, but they both just ignored the question.

As we approached our destination, the sound of irate screaming filled my ears as a teary-eyed Molly Parkinson fled a room in front of us. Her husband followed behind, he looked to be much more composed but, in his eyes, swam both relief and anger.

I narrowed my eyes as I stomped my way towards the door they had just left, those two had just lost their only daughter, and someone was causing them to act like that?

Throwing open the door that had slammed behind them I glared at the figure behind the desk, "Ah, Miss Delacour, welcome to our headquarters."

"Cut the shit," I seethed, only just able to keep myself from lashing out at the man in front of me, "What the hell happened with the Parkinson's?"

"Ahh, that, unfortunately, that is not for you to know. Classified information and all that, but please, take a seat."

I ungraciously took a seat beside Hermione who was quietly fuming in the chair beside me, "What the hell are we here for then?" I asked, my good humor from earlier completely gone.

"Just for a little chat," The man said, "As you know we at the Order believe that a war is upon us. We have a plan to stop it before it becomes a full-scale war, but should that plan fail we must be ready. And for that, we need to get you into training immediately, here." The man handed me a form for the University of Cambridge in London, "This is where you will train while also adhering to your mother's wishes and integrating into the muggle world. It has plenty of courses that'll teach you all about Business, Language, IT excreta, while also furthering your training in magic."

"That it?" I asked still pissed about whatever this man had asked of the Parkinson's.

The man sighed and gestured to the door, "Yes, that is it, just fill out that form and leave it with one of your guides."

I nodded and quickly left the room, I didn't want to be at this place any longer than I needed to. In the hall, we came across Mr. and Mrs. Pakinson arguing with the two men that guarded the door, but their speech was magically jumbled and incoherent. Hermione watched them sadly as I quickly filled out the form, marking down that I wanted extended training in potions and dueling while also learning about Muggle business and IT. I practically threw the form at our guides before storming outside with Hermione on my tail. Knowing full well that if we were going to find out what was happening it wouldn't be today.

The same man that had brought us here in the first place volunteered to take us back to our house, the mood on the ride back was heavy and strained, and no one dared to break the silence. As we arrived back at our place the man looked at us with sorrow in his eyes, "Hey, guys, I just wanted to say that I'm sorry, I know she's your friend but… They say it's necessary and after all this time I've come to trust that they know what's best."

I narrowed my eyes at the man before us, "What the hell are you talking about? What do you know?" I asked, my voice full of contempt.

The man looked down at the steering wheel in his hands as he gripped it tightly, causing his knuckles to turn white, "I'm sorry, but I can't tell you." And with that, he disappeared.

I growled as I stalked into our house gripping Hermione's hand in mine as I pushed the door open with more force than was necessary and relished the sound it made as it hit the wall. A warm pair of arms wrapped around me from behind and instantly calmed me down as I melted into the embrace of me Mate.

"Honey, I want to talk to you about our baby's name…" Hermione said effectively and gratefully distracting me from what had transpired earlier.

"Yeah?" I asked happily, "What do you think our little bundle of joy should be called?"

The brunette looked at her feet shyly as she whispered, "Well I don't really know about its first name but…" The brunette looked at me with resolve telling me that there was not going to be any fighting her on what she was about to say, "If it's a girl at least, I want her middle name to be Pansy."

I smiled as the name slipped through Hermione's lips, "Pansy… That's… I love it," I said as I kissed Hermione softly on the lips.

"Really? Because I thought that I might… Well, I don't even know, I just thought it might be bad for some reason."

I shook my head at the brunette, "I think it's a lovely sentiment to the memory of our lost friend," I said as I pulled Hermione into a warm embrace.

A sniffling from behind us brought us out of our little world, "That's amazing," Sammy said before breaking down into a fit of sobs, Hermione and I quickly ran to the House Elf and wrapped her into a tight hug. "I-I'm so s-sorry, you shouldn't have to see the-this."

"Its fine," Hermione cooed, "You're allowed to have feelings, never bottle them up again, okay?" She asked as she realized that Sammy must have been keeping her pain to herself.

The Elf nodded, "It just hurts so much… I didn't even really know her but… She was going to fight for me… For my people… Just like you two."

Hermione and I both lost ourselves as we gave over to the pain that had resurfaced in the face of the pain coming from Sammy. I walked the three of us towards mine and Hermione's bedroom, glad that no protest came from either of the girls in my arms as we lay down on the bed and cried ourselves to sleep.

Ginny

I stood in a certain room on the seventh floor of the school, this time the room was filled with practice dummies and targets of varying shapes and sizes instead of the bed, couch and fireplace combo I had thought up last time. I held Pansy's wand in my hand and swung it violently as I cast curse after curse at my unmoving targets, each one holding a vivid face that I did not know.

I screamed as my body started to protest, screamed passed the physical and mental pain as I let out my frustrations on the dummies before me. I halted as the squawk of the family owl rang out from the door behind me. I ran towards the door and took the parchment from the bird's leg as I let it into my practice area, absentmindedly I reached into a pocket of my pants and dropped a treat for the bird onto the floor before opening the reply.

Ginny,

I'm glad to hear from you, I'm doing fantastically, especially since I was able to get away from your mother and father, that man I swear…

Anyway, I was devastated to hear about Pansy, and I am so sorry that she has been ripped from you the way she was. Your mother told me so much about the young woman, and I just wished I had the chance to meet her,

Regarding your request… I will train you… I will help you to become a better witch, but I need you to promise me something in return. I need you to, at the very least, try to accept the fact that Pansy is gone try-

I stopped reading there and scanned for the next part.

-Please, for me,

And, if you wouldn't mind doing me a favor, spend some time with Irma… Madam Pince, I know she gets lonely up in that stuffy library by herself… And I want you to know that… Never mind, I'll tell you when you come back for your holiday. I look forward to seeing you again and would love to receive some more letters from you,

Love always,

Aunt Bellatrix.

I smiled as I read the last part if that meant what I thought it meant then I was immensely happy for my aunt and the librarian. But it quickly left my mind as restarted my assault on the rebuilt dummies and targets. Allowing everything to slip from my mind as I focused all of my attention on brute force power.

A.N. Well that's the end of the first part of this fic, I'll try to post the first chapter of the second story soon, but I want to continue with the other fics I have been neglecting for far too long. Also, I want to know if anyone suspected what was happening between Irma and Bella, there were one or two hints in there which was mostly just coincidental timing of Irma receiving a letter just after Bella was released from the hospital. But it was there, anyway, I hope to see you all in the sequel and I hope some of you decide to read my other fics but either way, thank you all for your support and continued reading. And look forward to the sequel it's sure to be an action-packed thriller! See you all then! But hopefully sooner. Psst that means give my other fics a go 😉