Hey readers! I really appreciate everyone's support for my ongoing fanfictions. This is an updated/edited version! It took me a while, but I hope you still like the classics of my work. I still own nothing in any relation to the Harry Potter series or otherwise; just ideas and manipulating characters.
All bold writing is spoken in French. Enjoy!
Veela and Coffee Don't Mix
Sixteen-year-old muggle-born witch Hermione Jean Granger, was ever so thankful for her highly considerate parents. As she stood on a small balcony, under the morning sunshine and taking in the clear blue waters of the ocean; a sigh of content escaped her lips. Hermione was in heaven.
It turned out to be the best holiday she'd ever imagined.
After suffering a long and torturous fifth year at Hogwarts with that horrendous 'teacher'; if one could call her such a thing, immediately followed by the Ministry incident, Hermione swore she tore off a few years of life.
She was so relieved to get away for the summer; a vacation in France to be exact. Completely finished with her O.W.L's and returned home she was surprised when her girlfriend of nearly two years sent her owl with an invitation to stay at her luxurious beach house for the summer. Beach house was more like a beach estate, but Hermione wasn't complaining. It took a little convincing, but her parents reluctantly agreed and here she was, waking up to a beautiful day that was only to get better.
Leaving the railing to wander back into the room where a still sleeping occupant of the large bed laid sprawled with the sheets half tangled around her. Hermione sat herself on the edge and gently ran her fingers through long silky blonde hair, gently untangling any knots she came across after a night's sleep. The figure began to stir and open glazed blue eyes to the brunette before a lazy smile spread across their face.
"Good morning…you seem to sleep well." Mumbles sounded as the lying occupant shifted under the sheets.
"Bonjour ma belle. Why are you up so early? Today we relax." She reached her arms out and pulled Hermione back down onto the bed and against her chest. "Maman and papa 'ave gone out for ze day and I 'ave you all to myself like zis. No one can interrupt us 'ere." Fleur snuggled her face into the brunette's neck with a childish giggle.
"I hate to break it to you, oh affectionate one, but you have a younger sister here too remember? You know, small, blonde, looks like you…and your mother…and your grandmother…" Hermione paused for a moment. "Merlin. You Veela women all look the same." She continued softly, lost in thought. "Least I know what your kids are going to look like."
Hermione shifted round to face the still sleepy French witch who gave a half groan at the loss of a sliver of bodily contact.
"Zey will be our bébés ma cherie. Little chatons I can spoil and lavish wiz gifts. I will 'ave my beautiful wife beside m…" Fleur's lapse into dreamland was silenced by a finger on her lips.
"Ok…stop right there. I haven't finished school, and you're barely an adult. No going off in your vision of a future I don't need to think about yet. Move out of your parent's house, first young lady." Hermione spoke up, brow raised as the woman's face morphed into restrained displeasure.
"You won't 'ave bébés wiz me...?" Tears began to crowd blue eyes, to which Hermione started to panic.
"No Fleur! I didn't mean it like that, I…" She was suddenly flipped over to lie in the middle of the plush mattress, as an eccentric Veela sat on her stomach.
"So you will make bébés wiz me." The gleam in her eye was but a spec of the burning passion that fueled her body. "Oh ma douce, I knew you'd understand. I zink we should start right now." Fleur replied as she stole a deep and breath-taking kiss.
Hermione couldn't help but respond with a moan and total submission to the Veela.
She slid her hands over toned arms; in awe of the restrained power in the tense muscles, to a smooth, slender neck where hands encircled and entrapped the body to her own. Hermione felt her love grind down in response, rewarded gratefully by a light shiver, but the moment was broken by a chuckle. Hermione couldn't fall into the moment fully as the idea of her lover trying to pitifully with the worst pick up line.
Fleur pouted; clearly unappreciative of being laughed at. A Veela thing Hermione learned early on; they didn't take well to insult, slander or threat of physical harm.
A soft hand traced across the blonde's cheek in apology, which she readily nuzzled into.
"You had your take last night Mademoiselle Delacour. It's morning now; we're awake and I want to start my day. We can return to this later on but I want to see more of your beautiful homeland. You, my darling girlfriend, are going to show me, so get up please." Hermione started with an unwavering tone of reason but gentle smile on her swollen lips.
"As your girlfriend I demand my payment in full, right now." Fleur stole another kiss from the girl, hands partially down her ribcage. Once more she was gently pushed away.
"Ah, ah. No, bad little Veela. You get your reward after the chore. You should know me better than that." She gave Fleur a playful glare and a tap to the nose; like she'd admonish a pesky animal. The Veela grinned smugly.
"But I am a good little Veela…" She nuzzled her way into Hermione's neck. Savouring the smell of salt and sweetened body odour. "You are never a chore to me, ma belle. I will give you anyzing you wish. Ask and it is yours. Including me…" She placed light kisses over the skin as her hands went further down to curvy hips where they held; exploring, grasping.
"The one thing I want most…" Hermione's raspy voice sounded right beside her ear. "Only you can give it to me Fleur…please…I need it…" The voice dropped into a sultry dance of whispers and gruntal sounds. Fleur quivered as the sensations ran down her spine.
"I want breakfast. Now."
Hermione said with a grin. Fleur blinked repeatedly down at her love, utterly flabbergasted.
It wasn't until she was pushed aside that she snapped out of it. By this time Hermione was already back on her feet and headed for the door.
"'Ermione! You are a cruel little…" Fleur finished her sentence with an accumulation of guttural growls and interwoven french words as the brunette watched. Hermione giggled as she leaned against the doorframe, the look of the poor, denied blonde was beyond amusing.
"You said, anything I wanted. C'mon sleepy head, the faster we get our day started the faster it will go. You'll have your night again baby. Don't worry so much." She offered a small smile. Hermione's only reply was a further unhappy noise before the Veela extracted herself from the bed and lazily followed Hermione out of the room.
They headed down to the kitchen hand-in-hand. Rather slow paced, thanks to a still sleepy blonde not ready to face the day, but soon Hermione sat her partner into a chair before she began breakfast; a very English breakfast.
With plates set and fresh juice in hand, Hermione heard a low groan from the table's occupant. Fleur had her head on the surface, hair askew and the sleepy expression made her giggle.
"It's not that bad Fleur. You told me you loved my breakfast meals. What's wrong now?" She didn't get a reply. The French witch supposedly fell asleep in her position. A sigh quietly escaped.
How to keep a Veela awake? Hermione needed something…
"Fleur! Wake up for a second, would you?" She started going through the cupboards looking for one particular item.
"Qu'est-ce que c'est?" She looked at the brunette with her head at an awkward angle.
"I remember your father drinking some coffee the other day. It's a good wake up call for late starters like you." A thought focused look grew across Fleur's face.
"I believe it should be up in ze 'igher shelf. But I've never 'ad coffee before... Maman said zat we shouldn't touch it. It is papa's; and she said…c'est dégoûtant." Fleur barely managed to get through her last few words before a powerful yawn took over.
Hermione soon pulled down a cylinder container and grinned.
"It's just one cup, I'm sure he won't mind. You clearly need the energy boost, or we'll never get anywhere today."
Hermione wasn't a drinker herself, but she still made the older witch a cup, mind on autopilot as she multi-tasked. The heated beverage was placed before Fleur, a grateful 'grunt' was her reaction.
Hermione went back to her cooking with little awareness and barely noticed Gabrielle enter the kitchen a few minutes later.
"Gabby. Good morning. You have a late start too?" She grinned as she collected the last of the toast. The youngest blonde nodded.
"Oui, I was up late reading. I must stop zat. Mamon says it's bad for me." The young Veela rubbed the last of the sleep from her eyes before she took a seat at the table.
"I can make you some breakfast if you want…" Hermione turned, only to stop in her tracks. "Where's Fleur?"
"I didn't see 'er." Gabby looked about the kitchen then out the door. "I zought it was only you in 'ere…"
"Geez, and she hasn't eaten yet either. What is wrong with that blonde today?" Gabrielle just giggled. Hermione passed over the breakfast meant for Fleur and the two enjoyed themselves nonetheless.
If Fleur wanted to miss out on her amazingly made breakfast; that was her fault.
Halfway through a mouthful, Gabrielle picked up Fleur's discarded cup.
"What's in zis? Argh…smells 'orrible." She near threw the thing away as the nasty, bitter scent scorched her nasal cavity. Hermione glanced up.
"Just some coffee. Fleur said you girls never had it before. Guess she liked it if it's all gone…" A mild shrug as she finished the last of her meal.
"You gave Fleur coffee?! 'Ermione zat's…" A loud bang came down the hallway; the sound caught the girls unaware.
"What was that?!" Hermione called out as she launched upwards; eyes focused on the kitchen door. Gabrielle followed swiftly behind her.
It wasn't long before another loud crash followed by an echo that sounded like glass shattering all over the floor.
"Zis can't be good…" The two shared a look before they slowly made their way down the corridor. Around the corner all the two found was a smashed window frame and two draped curtains shredded into long thin pieces.
The corridor, now silent, was empty of life except for the light breeze that tickled the loose drapery.
"Alright, now I'm slightly worried. Even in the wizarding world, this isn't a good sign; except maybe for haunted houses or…This isn't haunted right?" Gabrielle shrugged. It was an old mansion, passed down for several generations of the family. Who knew what kind of spirit resided within.
Almost immediately they heard another sound; a repetitive, even spaced thumping pattern from the floor above. What could have been heavy footsteps slowly moved down to the far end of the house; every second or third was accompanied by a deafening crash or destructive scattering of items.
Hermione cringed into herself. The tense atmosphere only added the trepidation the two girls accumulated in their suspended action.
"Well, I zink we found our culprit. Ze 'ouse is taking ze brunt of ze force… 'Ermione!" In a scampering motion, Gabrielle followed the older teen towards the staircase; having needed to jump two steps at a time before Hermione reached the second landing. Neither knew what to assume but this wasn't going to end well.
"Oh bollocks…this can't be good…" Hermione groaned, expression defeated.
The hallway was in a near state of utter destruction. Paintings, decor, curtains, furniture and likely highly expensive items; everything was smashed or ripped apart. The carpet looked like it lost a fight with a ravenous animal, while the stone walls were cracked in various places. Including the ceiling.
"Zis is what Mamon warned us about. Veela's don't respond well to coffee or anyzing zat gives excess amounts of energy. Our bodies cannot 'andle it. She said we can go out of control. Poor Fleur…" Gabrielle's short explanation earned her a bewildered look in return.
"Poor Fleur?! We'll have to be the ones to clean this up before your parents get back or we're all dead!"
At the far end of the hallway, clutched firmly on a floor to ceiling curtain was the mysterious but destructive criminal; Fleur. Well not completely Fleur.
Large black talons replaced delicate manicured nails, downy feathers protruded out of random locations doting up and down her arms; what was her feet had become half morphed claws buried deep in the fabric. Sprouted from her back were two large, finely arced wing appendages.
The light streamed through the window; the multiple hues of blue, purple and violet sparkled over the wooden floor. It took Hermione a few moments to actually realise what she was looking at. In her over energized state Fleur had released her Veelan form but not to any full or rational extent.
She was an instinctual, animalistic shadow of her former self and as she tore at the curtain, seemed to erupt in random fits of giggles.
"We 'ave to stop her! She'll tear apart everyzing if we don't do…" Hermione and Gabrielle were so caught in their tense haze, they all but froze when the hallway grew silent. Two very bright, golden eyes were focused solely on them.
Like much of the blonde's body, small feathers had sprouted around the edge of her hairline to frame her face. Teeth seemed somehow sharper as Fleur grinned gleefully in their direction.
"Why is she looking at us like that?" Hermione said as the creature dropped down to the floor. A skin crawling shiver ran down their spines as her claws met the hard surface.
"If you 'aven't seen zat stare before 'Ermione, you are in for quite a surprise. Ze Veela are known for zeir 'unting skills." Gabrielle replied as she hesitantly took a step backwards. "When pursuing an agenda or in our case, a target…zey…we are ru'zless."
Her voice just off and Hermione stepped back in the same manner.
"I am sorry to disappoint, but she looks like she wants a little more than just us. What are we meant to do when being chased by a Veela?" By that point, Fleur was upright and looked very excited as her eyes glazed over the two young girls before her.
"Run!"
With the cry as the signal, Hermione boosted back down the hall and round the nearest corner. Light footsteps followed; Gabrielle was on her tail, doing her best to keep up. Sadly, the sound of cracking stone and sharp shrill like sounds, also indicated the deranged Veela was there too.
They ran down the stairs and into the nearest open room; the Dining Room.
"Let's hope her mind isn't thinking logically!" Hermione closed the doors before she led the girl round the dark wooden table in some hope of defence. Soon as her words sounded, the double doors burst open again; a large and rather terrifying Fleur stood in all her glory. Her wings were flared and talons at the ready.
"Come out little ones. Playtime 'as just begun." Her voice carried excitement and eagerness yet hallowed like a taunting predator. Hermione shivered.
"Fleur, perhaps you should relax a little…you are rather…I mean becoming…" She couldn't quite get the words out. All that was between her and the hyperactive, barely changed Veela was a waist high table.
'God I wish I had my wand right now…' Hermione was a smart one but sometimes even she couldn't win them all.
"My petit 'Ermione. I zought we were playing. No need for such a face, ma belle. Someone must win and anozer will lose…" White sharpened teeth were displayed in a playful smile; but the message was all but friendly.
"Considering your state this is a rather unfair game, Fleur. I am inclined to politely refuse to participate."
She was trying for time.
Though Hermione knew Veela had very high senses and could move themselves at immeasurable speeds, the brunette had to keep Fleur stationary; it was time to use her head and her words. It also gave a crouched, stealth like Gabrielle time to move slowly towards the other door. Saving one life was a good day.
"Any state zat will get me, you; I will gladly take it fairly or otherwise." Fleur took the chance to leap over the table, wings angling themselves to glide. Thankfully, Hermione's quick reflexes saved her and she rolled under the table to the door and raced out.
"Oh mon amour. You shouldn't run. It will only get you into trouble later."
Fleur flexed her extremities a little, as a juicy thought crossed her mind. A helpless and thrashing young brunette witch captured beneath her mighty claws. "Oh 'ow I love trouble." The Veela stood atop the table, her feathers ruffled a little in anxious excitement.
Fleur licked her lips slowly before a loud manic-like laugh erupted from within.
"Ok, let's think carefully. Fleur has physically and mentally, morphed into a Veela-like body." The witch counted off her fingers as she spoke. "She's caffeinated and running wild in the house with two under-aged witches trapped inside; one being her little sister with limited knowledge on the situation and the other the love of her life she can't seem to get enough of."
The monologue would've attracted looks from outsiders, if the brunette witch wasn't held up in a hiding spot alone.
"Oh and to add to the matter, no wands. I certainly know how to get myself into these situations don't I?" Hermione ran her fingers through her messy curls. "Should've really left the dangerous stuff to Harry…"
All but sulking in the corner of the library, she let her frustrations out in a heavy sigh. Sadly, she knew this little hide away wouldn't keep her safe for long. If the rare Veela books were correct, Fleur would be able to find her in minutes.
Hermione needed a plan and fast. Her memory spun back to another occupant of the house just as there was a bang on the door soon followed by a moment of silence. The sound of torn wood scraps sent shivers down her spine.
"'Ermione, my love. I know you are in zere. I can smell you; oh so delicious. A parchment scent like ze books you read…ink zat I 'ave seen you spill over your fingers so… oh mon amour. Won't you come play wiz me? I want you 'Ermione. I need you…"
"…and hiding in the library doesn't give you any of those smells? Geez Fleur…I'm never falling for any romantic lines from you ever again." Her sarcasm revealed her level of impatience with this woman/creature.
The door crashed inwards and banged heavily against the wall; Hermione took off round the shelves hoping to either lose herself somewhere further inside or her assailant so she could double back.
Luck was on her side as she found a single exit on the far wall that led through a small room and back out to the hallway.
"Merlin, I love mansions. Doors everywhe..!" Hermione was grabbed and jerked quickly to the left into a dark room. Another hand was placed over her mouth as she tried to struggle against the arms holding her.
"Shhh! Unless you want 'er to find us!" Gabrielle whispered harshly into her ear; eye trained on the door in hopes it wouldn't burst open at any second. Hermione relaxed and sighed with relief. At least she found Gabby. A moment later, she tore the hand away from her mouth.
"Geez, if I didn't already know about you Veela; I would've shut you up in the nuthouse by now!" She 'whisper' yelled by that point and once again, a hand slapped itself over her mouth. A hardened glare showed how much the witch enjoyed the treatment.
"And yet, you are ze one dating 'er for ze past two years…" Hermione had to drop her expression at Gabrielle's look. A mumble coming from behind the pale hand sounded awfully like a 'touché'. A little smug with herself, the blonde released the English witch in hopes she wouldn't try anymore smart mouthing.
"…I'll remember to tell your boyfriend the same, once you finally have the nerve to get one…"
A tapping sound made them both slap hands over mouths in terror. Eyes wide and hearts racing, they watched as a shadow slowly made its way past the underside of the door.
"Where are you? Don't do zis to me. I only want to 'old you and kiss you…and so much more…" The haunting figure gave off a breathy exhale chuckle. Painstakingly slow, the shadow moved on down the hallway, till the sound of silence rang loudly in their ears. Hermione didn't realise she was holding her breath until she needed to inhale heavily.
Gabrielle just looked at her fellow captive.
"I know, you and my sister…but I do not need to know anyzing on what you two do alone. Ok?"
"I wouldn't share anything with you in the first place, Gabrielle; it's private…" She groaned, embarrassed.
They needed to think of something. And fast.
"Subject; closed. Done. Finite. Agreed?" Her response was a nod from the blonde. "Ok, let's think. We're trapped inside this place with a rampaging Veela. We really need to get out of here." Gabrielle gave her a pitiful look.
"You are ze brain around 'ere. Can't you zink of somezing zat will save us? If not from Fleur zen from Maman and Père when zey return?!" Oh the girl's faith in her, Hermione was so moved. And once more, sarcasm was her first thought process. With a heavy groan, Hermione pondered.
"If we can get her locked in a room, we'll have time to fix the house; it's a start but not an ultimate solution. A bedroom maybe…?" Hermione didn't notice her hands doing unhelpful gestures while she talked.
"Ze coffee should be gone from 'er system in a few 'ours. We'll be safe from Maman and Père too!"
"Let's hope so. If I had my wand this would be so much easier…" She was a little taken aback when the small French witch pulled a slim wooden item from behind her.
"I do not 'ave yours. But I do 'ave my own." Hermione gave a small, appreciative smile.
"It will have to do. Are you good with hexes? Charms?" Gabrielle's smile only grew into an almost evil grin.
"Why of course. My speciality if I do say so myself."
"You and Ginny would get along so well…On second thought, maybe it's better if you never meet." Hermione mumbled. Gabrielle just gave her a confused head tilt.
Fleur was on such a high, she felt light as a feather.
The echoing clicks of her claws against the floor became the rhythmic music of her hunt. Ruffled feathers were a repetitive movement as she meandered forward and long crase scraps of talons against surfaces further delighted her already high senses. Fleur's brain was abuzz with neurological activity.
Oh how she marvelled at the feeling.
Such raw energy: the elation, if Fleur wasn't so focused on finding her one true love, she would've taken to the skies. High in the clouds where she could see miles afar and absorb the searing heat of the sun.
Through her haze filled mind she caught a whiff. That single particular scent she would know anywhere. A deep inhale of the delicious fragrance only added to her glee and a sinful smile grew across her lips. 'That smell, that body that called to her. Soft curly hair she wanted to run her fingers through, smooth skin untouched by the sun's ray…'
Fleur was working herself up to unbearable heights far too quickly. She had to capture her prey first, and then dig into her entrée; the main course would come only when she ensured their privacy.
Hermione was ascending the staircase slowly and with extreme caution. Deep breaths, in and out, with each step she took, Hermione felt the encroaching danger. She was really nervous and put everything on the line for it to work. Her body especially was at risk.
"Come on Fleur…you found me before. You can do it again." Hermione feared her voice too loud and cringed. Was a whisper too much? "Merlin, now I'm losing my mind here."
She grumbled under her breath as the witch came to another empty hallway; it inevitably led to the girls' bedrooms. "This is the time I need you to…"
"Need me to do what, my 'Ermione...?"
Hermione froze mid-step before she was suddenly thrown against the nearest wall; pinned by an overheated body. Fleur held the girl's arms above her head, talons penetrated deep into the stonework. Her nose went straight to the brunette's neck and inhaled deeply.
"Mmmmm, oh mon amour." Hermione could feel the vibrations as the blonde hummed while she traced along her jugular. It was soon followed by a soft kiss. She couldn't hold back the moan as Fleur's mouth slid down to bite her shoulder lightly; to show off her pointed teeth.
"Fleur, you are not yourself. I'm sorry I gave you the coffee but you…" Hermione cut herself off with a moan as the Veela bit down, a sly smile evident by the widened lips.
"But zis is ze best zing to ever 'appen ma belle. Every'zing feels so amazing! Oh ze energy! I can feel it coursing zrough me! I love it."
"Fleur, Fleur. I know you are feeling a lot, but you have to calm down. You're a little dangerous like this…" She looked upward where the deadly cursive weapons lay inches from her delicate wrists.
With a confused frown, Fleur followed her sight.
"Non non my love! I would never 'urt you. Never! I just want you." Fleur stared deeply into the very worried, dark brown eyes of the English girl. "I want you so badly. To 'ave your body against mine, your voice screaming for me. To feel your magic pulse within you…I want it all." The Veela retracted her hands to gently cradle the girl's face; being ever so careful to trace over fine cheekbones and hairline. "You are beautiful…so beautiful…" Fleur's soft voice trailed off in deeper thought.
Hermione noticed her eyes began to change.
They darkened quickly and she was worried it was too late. What vibrant colour of Fleur's eyes were swallowed up along with her mind and Hermione certainly didn't want to witness the shift of conscious behaviour to instinct. Not now.
The younger witch flinched slightly when fingers caressed her sides, hard pressed and bordering on painful; they soon hooked themselves under her shirt to trace sharpened tips over skin.
The impulsive shiver had the opposite effect on Fleur.
"You promised me I would get what I wanted later…it is later 'Ermione." She grinned and pressed herself forward to get another guttural groan from the brunette.
"Fleur…this isn't. We shouldn't…" Hermione couldn't control the strangled sounds she made while Fleur explored her body with sinful glee. Hands swiftly ventured under her shirt, all the while Fleur kissed every inch of skin she could reach on or around Hermione's exposed neck.
Hermione knew she was about to lose herself and the situation fast.
"I'm sorry Fleur…Gabrielle!" The shout echoed through the hall; effectively catching Fleur unaware for a moment.
The girl in question appeared round the corner and flung a perfectly executed charm at the very confused Veela. Thrown back onto the floor by the force of the spell, Fleur fumbled to right herself; enlarged limbs didn't help the matter as her hexed mind couldn't fathom up from down.
Gabrielle had to quash a smug expression at finally beating her sister, to grab the starry-eyed Hermione and all but drag her down the hallway as fast as possible.
"We must 'urry! Zat 'ex won't last long!"
Veela don't get enraged easily.
When an intruder entered their territory; they would fight only in defence. When one insulted them or family members; bodily harm was known as a 'lucky' escape.
However, to come between a Veela and her mate during an intimate moment… the wrath of the almighty powers above and below couldn't save a soul from the vengeful rage of the powerful Being.
Fleur held the aura of death. She stormed the corridor, caring little for the destruction she left in her wake. Her eyes a window into the darkest abyss; feathers flared and talons ready. Someone was going to get torn apart and she was going to relish in the feeling.
Fleur knew her mind was hazed; courtesy to the spell her sister threw but she could still see and smell. It was all a Veela needed to hunt. Instincts would do the rest.
Catching the scent, she sprung into a glide at high speed through the hallway before skidding at the corner.
A figure situated in her bedroom doorway turned out to be Hermione. She was hunched slightly and clutched tightly to her stomach; a look of terror and helplessness smeared across her face.
The Veela's heart stopped.
"Why Fleur? Why did you do this to me? I thought you…loved me…" She was crying. Hermione removed her hands from her centre, they were covered in a crimson liquid and the darkened stain on her shirt grew as the seconds followed. Fleur's insides constricted and coiled in agony at the sight.
"Non….non! Non ma belle! I would never..!" She lunged forward, arms outstretched in hopes of a heartfelt embrace. What she got however was the feeling of nothingness. Fleur fell through the illusion and into her darkened room without pause.
Crouched low on the floor, her wings folded in on herself as the coils of realisation dug deep into her mind. "Ma belle…non…"
When multiple footsteps sounded at the entrance, Fleur's eyes snapped up. For the second time, her love stood before her; only this vision wasn't dying. Hermione was out of breath, with a look of guilt ridden exhaustion on her face.
She was uninjured; no blood stained her body.
Fleur was vehemently relieved. The abhorrence she felt at the sheer thought she'd somehow hurt her beloved…when sister appeared over the brunette's shoulder, the emotion faded unexpectedly.
"I'm so sorry Fleur. I hope you can forgive me. But we have to do this." Hermione's words were heavy, and she tried to convey sorrow, but forced her eyes away and slammed the door closed.
Gabrielle immediately placed the strongest locking charm she could cast over the door. She then gently rubbed the poor girls back as the two walked away.
"I know zat was difficult…but it was ze only way she would…"
"Yeah, Gabby. I know. But we got her in there and maybe she'll cool her head while we fix up the house before your parents get home." She cut the blonde off before sighing heavily.
Parts of the home were partially destroyed, decor ruined and other pieces likely never to be fully repaired again. Hermione feared the wrath Apolline would bring down upon them when she figured it all out.
"This is going to be tricky. Even with magic, you're the only one with a wand. We might as well get started…" Gabrielle heard every ounce of sorrow and guilt in Hermione's words. She knew the English girl hated herself for making Fleur believe she'd done such horrid things to Hermione.
But they were both strong, they'd work through it; she hoped.
With her parents scheduled to return in a few short hours, the duo started their long clean up.
There was a gentle knock on the door. With no reply, Hermione guessed it was deserved especially after her earlier actions.
"Fleur…I know you're mad at me. You can be pissed and not want to talk to me again for the remainder of the trip but…I brought you dinner." She didn't like the silence. It gave an unsettling feeling in her stomach. "I'm coming in alright…?"
A sounding click gave way as the door was opened from the outside; the counter for the charm placed earlier. A blessing, given that Hermione didn't have her wand in hand.
The room was encompassed in eerie shadows; the curtains drawn to block out the evening sunlight and no lamps or candles were lit. Only thanks to the hallway light, Hermione found her way to a small table to gently place the tray down. With a slow turn, she tried to find details in the room.
"Fleur, I can't say how sorry I am for what I did. I know it must've been the worst thing you've ever seen but we…" Hermione's voice broke near the end. It was hard to speak to the empty darkness, so she decided to just leave. Hopefully the blonde will forgive her tomorrow.
She turned back just before the doorway; a silent hope to see a face staring back at her.
"I'll stay in one of the guest bedrooms tonight, so you can have your space." However, the door was closed behind her; it smothered the light and blinded the brunette instantly. Behind the action, was the only other presence in the room.
"You will not go anywhere 'Ermione." Fleur's hardened gaze was focused on the younger teen; eyes housed a golden tinge and a very dark edge. She could see the girl shiver and take a few steps backwards at the sound of her voice.
The hours were long for the confined Veela. To come down from an emotional rollercoaster; the coffee induced high and excruciating grief. The latter a result from seeing the scene of her love, drenched in blood and dying. It did a number on her conflicting mind and body.
"I'm really sorry. We didn't know what else to do! You lost yourself to your Veela and we couldn't just leave you as you were!" Instantly the taller girl was inches away from the brunette. At such close proximity, Hermione could make out the details of the blonde's face.
"I wasn't lost, 'Ermione. My mind was filled wiz only one zing…you. I 'ad so much to give you. My love, my body, my soul. It is yours." Fleur gently traced her fingers down the girl's cheek.
Hermione noticed the talons had returned to once manicured fingernails and feathers vanished from the girl's skin. Her head was suddenly snapped back to look into darkening eyes. Fleur's expression was fierce; daunting but not terrifyingly dangerous.
"You did not want what I give… so instead I will take…" Her voice held an edge Hermione hadn't heard before but then a grin broke across the blonde's features. The gleam in the Veela's eye sent another shiver down the brunette's spine.
It ignited something within her body.
"Fleur…maybe this isn't the best…"
"Oh non. Zis is an excellent idea. Don't worry, I won't leave any marks upon zat delicious skin of yours."
Madam and Monsieur Delacour returned home from their trip just as dinner was being served. Gabrielle greeted them both with big hugs and kisses before the small family took to the table. They ate in relative silence with Gabrielle asking questions on how their work went in Paris.
While her husband happily reiterated it as more a story to their youngest, Apolline took a moment to notice a certain duo were absent from their family dinner.
"Gabrielle, dear…where is your sister and her darling little girlfriend?" It was common for the family to speak their native language when Hermione wasn't present. Not out of any disrespect or insult but it just came as second nature.
Sometimes they forget even with the girl in the room; astonished apologies on their part were often brushed aside as she giggled and let it go. Hermione said she's been learning so she wasn't completely unknowing of the conversations.
"They are up in Fleur's room. Hermione said she wanted to talk to Fleur, so I left them alone for a while." Gabrielle spoke after she finished her last few mouthfuls. Apolline nodded in understanding.
"They did not have any dinner. I should take some up to them."
"Oh, no. Hermione took a tray up with her. She made this just before you came home. Wanted something to help smooth things over with Fleur." Apolline composed the need to reprimand her daughter for interrupting but let it go. Despite a sudden curiosity as to 'why' such a meal was needed as a peace offering…she was in a good mood and didn't pry further.
"I hope it worked then. This was delicious." Gabrielle agreed wholeheartedly with her father.
Hermione woke to blurry shadows and a heaviness all over her body.
It took her a moment, but she figured it was because of the enclosed room and lying face down on her pillow. The feeling was because of a second body lying almost possessively on top of her; it restricted movement. Somehow, she shifted around towards the side table before a light blinded her. Hermione cringed and blinked through the spots.
"Why must Lumos be so bright? Augh, what's the time?"
With her vision still hazy, the witch searched for her wristwatch. Glaring at the small thing did nothing to enhance the small hands or numbers.
"It's near midnight. Geez Fleur." At the mention of her name, the blonde repositioned and realised, unconsciously, that her heat source/comforting pillow had moved away slightly. Fleur groaned; as to what, Hermione couldn't care less.
Countering the charm with a flick, Hermione made to get up. A strong arm wrapped tightly around her waist however wasn't letting her move very far. It instead constricted to bring her back into the embrace and snuggled into the still asleep Veela.
"Even in your sleep, you're a clingy and non-negotiable thing." Despite her mild aggravation, Hemione relented a smile. "What am I to do with you Fleur? To feed you, entertain you, and love you is a must; but I expect the same in return, you know." She poked Fleur's nose.
Deep in dreamland, lost in a world that made little sense to anyone; a happy Veela was frolicking around in blissful joy. She was content to stay there forever.
Though the real world was better; it had Hermione in it, and she'd do anything for that girl.
Hey guys/girls and everyone else. Hope you enjoy my little one-shot stories; they don't relate to each other unless stated otherwise. Now edited!
Midmoon Kitsune out!