Fleur may be very strong witch, veela, and person as a whole, but she was very much needy for Hermione. She has always been affectionate with the younger witch and constantly craves for her attention. The veela is naturally an independent woman, and yet her neediness towards Hermione is almost worrying.

Hermione did once think that Fleur's constant need for touch was a problem, but when she read some veela books, as well as asking a few of Fleur's fellow veela, she learnt that it was very much normal. Veelas are incredibly affectionate with their partners and their need for their partner's attention and love was something which was ingrained in their roots, and so Hermione was often the victim of Fleur's constant neediness.

Hermione is not one who is a fan to PDA, whilst Fleur is the exact opposite. She claimed Hermione right in front of others to not only ward others off from her, but also so that she can have the satisfaction of the younger witch reciprocating her affection. But Hermione has learnt to deal with the affectionate gestures from the blonde, understanding that it is something that just comes with the job of being with a veela.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder, but in a veelas case, absence is close to torture to them. Once a veela finds a partner they are devoted to, they become incredibly attached and the neediness increases twentyfold when they are reunited with their love. And the worst of it was when Hermione and Fleur reunited after the Malfoy manor ordeal.

Fleur cared for Hermione, along with Ron and Harry at Shell cottage but her main concern was Hermione. And nobody blamed her. The two of them had been separated for so long with no means of contact, unknowing if the other was dead or alive. And for Fleur to be kept in the dark for so long about Hermione's whereabouts, her neediness for her just increased twentyfold. She had to be near Hermione, her body wrapped up in her arms while the Fleur reminded herself that Hermione was now safe and alive. She needed the brunette; she needed her so much.

And Hermione needed her two.

The whole time they were gathering their strength at Shell cottage, the two of them didn't leave each other's arms even once. Wherever Hermione went, Fleur followed. And wherever Fleur went, Hermione followed. They couldn't stand being separated from each other again and craved each other's presence. They gave each other the comfort they have been missing during this entire war. And their desperation and longing for each other was especially revealed at night.

Hermione woke up to the cries coming from the blonde, her eyes blurrily looking up to see tears running down her cheeks, cries leaving her lips as she seemed to be having a nightmare.

"Hermione. Hermione. HERMIONE!"

Fleur shot up from the bed, screaming her name in her sleep and again as she woke up, looking around desperately before settling on the brunette who looked at her with such longing. Immediately Fleur tackled her, wrapping her arms around her and nestling her face in her neck as she cried, stroking Hermione's back as if to remind herself that Hermione was real. And Hermione hugged her back.

"I-I-T was horrible. I-I saw you…with a death eater…a-and they just-"

"Shhh Fleur, it was just a nightmare."

The whole time the trio had been here, it has been the blonde to comfort her when the nightmares of Bellatrix torturing her and the whole ordeal at Malfoy Manor. Fleur has been the one being her rock, holding her as she cried and was terrorized by nightmares. She has been so loving and gentle with her. But even the strongest of people have weaknesses and fears and Fleur's was obvious as she had nightmares of losing Hermione, seeing her life getting ended right before her eyes.

"Please ma belle, please…please don't leave again."

Hermione knew she couldn't promise that. It was only a matter of time before the trio have to leave again to hunt for the rest of the horcruxes. Hermione made a commitment to help Harry end this war and she intended in carrying out that promise. But with the whimpering blonde in her arms, she knew that her heart was split into to. Fleur needed her. She needed her so much that the absence between the two of them has caused her to have nightmares and to become entirely dependent on the younger witch to just continue having the will to live. She needed Hermione so much that if she lost her, then her life is just not worth living.

"I won't die Fleur. I promise you that."

Hermione had to give the blonde some kind of comfort and she knew that she needed some kind of promise from the brunette that she and her will be okay. That they will come out of this in the end. Fleur knew what the brunette has done but she didn't say anything. She just continued to whimper like a young child in her girlfriend's arms, pressing herself as close as she can and fitting their bodies together like perfect puzzle pieces.

They had to make it out alive. Both of their futures depended on it.

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They fulfilled the promise to each other and made it out alive. They won. Voldemort was defeated and the magical world was at peace again. And Fleur and Hermione finally could look forward to their lives together.

It was no surprise that the two were inseparable after the war. With Hermione starting her work at the ministry and Fleur continuing her curse breaking work at Gringotts, as well as carrying out veela duties in France, the two were busy but they still kept each other satisfied in terms of love and intimacy.

But that doesn't mean that the war left them unscathed. Like everything after the wall, there were certain after-effects. And some of those after-effects could be seen in the younger generations, as well as the one who suffered through the ordeal.

Veelas feel emotions a lot stronger than humans do, so what Hermione would be feeling well be felt five times more with Fleur. So when they argue, Fleur's anger is much more volumized than Hermione's and when they are sad, Fleur is in a much deeper slump than Hermione is. And with the effect of the two being separated for so long during the war when Hermione was helping Harry in his hunt for the horcruxes, that did leave a slight scar in the blonde and Hermione still deals with it to this day.

Hermione jumped when she felt arms wrap around her, familiar lips pressing against her neck while she heard a sigh of relief leaving the hugger.

"You're here." Fleur whispered, leaning her forehead against the back of Hermione's head while they stood on the outside balcony.

Hermione immediately touched Fleur's hands which were interlinking at her stomach and rubbed them gently. She had woken up in the night and felt the need for some fresh air, so she quietly crept out of bed and opened the balcony doors to Fleur's room in France. It was a cool evening and even though it was in the early hours of the morning, there was still a magical view outside. France was a beautiful place, and the sights don't wane even at night-time.

"Yes. I just needed some fresh air." Hermione said. Fleur's grip around her waist tightened.

"I thought you were gone." Fleur's voice was delicate, brushing her nose along Hermione's neck before pressing a soft kiss to it. Hermione sighed.

Fleur's neediness has taken a turn ever since the war. Like Hermione had said before, veelas feel much more intensely than humans do and with her separation from the brunette during the earlier ages of their relationship has definitely left a scar. She has become more needy and she needs conformation that the brunette is still there and the life that she has been living now isn't just a dream.

"I'm here Fleur, and I will never leave you."

Hermione turned around in Fleur's arms and cupped her cheeks, her thumbs tenderly stroke those high cheekbones that she loves so much. Blue, fragile eyes gazed at her, showing the pain that the blonde has suffered and the longing that she has for the brunette. Fleur was a tortured soul just as Hermione was and the brunette knows that her neediness is just a sign of how much she loves the brunette. That she will rather suffer the cruciatus curse than to be separated from the younger witch again. She can't handle losing Hermione again.

Hermione leaned up and Fleur met her halfway, lips fitting with one another like two perfect puzzle pieces. They have been married for a while now and yet each kiss still feels like the first. Fleur pressed Hermione close to her, her hands splayed on the brunette's back, greedily feeling the bare back of the brunette which was exposed in her night gown. Hermione pulled away with a slight gasp and looked tenderly at Fleur, who pressed her forehead against hers.

"I need you Hermione. So much so that I don't know what I'll do if you ever left me." Fleur whispered, desperation in her voice as she stares at her wife, the only woman to make her feel so weak. Hermione rubbed Fleur's head with her own.

"And I need you too. I love you and I will never leave."

Fleur just responded with a hug, sighing as she hugged the younger witch tightly, needing to feel her against her own body while Hermione wrapped her own around the blonde. They both needed each other, and it has probably gotten to the point of worrying after the war, but it was okay,

Fleur may be needy, but she is needy within reason. It is not her fault. The war was the cause of the scars inflicted on all people who lived through it, Hermione and Fleur not exempted. But the blonde's neediness is proof to her commitment and dependence on the brunette for happiness. Her love is pure and has no bounds. Just like Hermione loves Fleur with all her heart.