Day 1: Hospital

I'll go to the end of the world for a piece of you...

Ok so maybe the idea had been stupid, reckless even but it's not like she had a choice? I mean it's not every day your wife tells you she wants to have your bébés! A shiver of arousal coursed through the blue-eyed blonde at the thought. Ouai, bébés! Like, little people! It was a big deal!

Thing is, they were both women, yeah so things weren't as straight-forward! It wasn't straight as all even! Super gay! BUT….there was a way, and with the help of her grandmother, they had found it buried in an old tome in the Coven Library, in the restricted section nonetheless (hehe, Hermione would love that)! It took ages to go through so many tomes, having Hermione there would have helped tremendously but Fleur had wanted to keep it a surprise. So she had to make do with her own magnificent self and her grand-mère.

Now, you would think it was simple, yeah? A potion, an extra appendage, a few thrusts of the hips, hmmm, orgasm and voila! Bébé made! And truthfully, all the steps after the potion was a cakewalk for Fleur. She knew just the spot to hit with her wife, that made her go all gooey and mon Dieu! Fleur shivered at the thought. But we are digressing here... The potion was the issue. She was damn good at potions but like why couldn't it be simple ingredients? Why did it have to have all this crazy-ass exotic shit? Man, why make life so complicated but whatever, she had to go find a fucking flower, oh the irony. A Fleur des Ames, extremely rare and found only on the highlands of France. Favourite flower to ice wraiths that guarded the thing.

So yeah, she decided instead of looking for the flower itself, she would look for ice wraiths which would bring her to the flower. And she had been right! A genius she is! Not as much as her wife, but still, close enough she thought, patting herself on the back. What she hadn't expected was to be faced with a dozen ice wraiths at once! She had been following two! Just two! She was so not expecting to find ten more surrounding the flower! She barely survived and froze her ass on top of it! She had managed to apparate to her grand-mère to give her the bullshit flower and collapsed right there.

Now she is sat up on a hospital bed, heavily bandaged and aching everywhere and from what she can tell, she is at l'Hopital de St Lys. So not only did she get injured, she didn't even manage to make it back to Britain. Fuck, Hermione is gonna be pissed.

"FLEUR ISABELLE DELACOUR-GRANGER!" An enraged brunette burst through the doors.

Fleur winced at the shrill voice. Damn, full name. Yep, royally fucked. She looked up to see the dishevelled brunette marching towards her, hands clenched in fists, chocolate eyes glaring and cheeks puffed out. So adorable! Especially that little crinkle of that button nose. Cuteeeee!

"What possessed you to do such a stupid thing!? Ice-wraiths?! Are you out of your mind?! And I had to find it from Isabelle, your grandmother, that you are injured here in France while I was unaware, not having a clue in Britain! I nearly had a heart attack!" Hermione carefully examined her wife and her brows furrowed in concern at all the bloodied bandages she could see on the blonde's arm and peeking through the collar of the flimsy hospital shift.

"Mon amour…"

"No! You don't get to talk! Look at you," spat Hermione, eyes watering, "all bruised and bleeding all over the place! Did you think of me?! What would it do to me to see you hurt?! Or even worse, lose you...?" her voice lost all the anger, cracking at the end as she said the words.

Fleur reached her weak lacerated arm forward and pulled her wife into her, "Je suis desolé" she replied, guiltily. She hated seeing tears in her lioness' amber eyes.

"Why? Why would you…" sniffed Hermione, gently taking her wife in her arms, mindful not to touch her bandaged wounds. She buried her nose in blonde locks and inhaled, taking in the scent of Fleur, mingled in the scent of medicinal potions and hints of blood. She had been so scared. It had been a miracle she hadn't tried to apparate right into France as soon as she got Isabelle's owl. She had had enough presence of mind to use the international Floo network in the Ministry.

"I wanted to give you a surprise…"

"What kind of surprise is this, you all bloodied and bruised?!" asked Hermione, pulling away to look at her wife incredulously. God, even the little scrapes on the blonde's pale skin made her heart lurch with worry. She brought up her hands to cup the soft cheeks, brushing her thumb tenderly on the wounded skin.

"I found a potion and it needed a Fleur des Ames which iz rare and guarded by ice-wraiths so I followed some ice-wraiths to it. It's a potion for us, so we can 'ave bébés of our own," said Fleur shyly, looking into the chocolate eyes she loved so much.

"Wha…" Hermione opened and closed her mouth a few times at what Fleur was saying, "what are you saying?"

"Well, I drink it and it temporarily gives me ze right appendage to get you pregnant! I found ze recipe in a restricted old Veela tome in ze Coven library and hmmpf" her excited words were swallowed as Hermione crashed her mouth into her own, kissing her senseless.

"You dumb Veela!" whispered Hermione, pecking the blonde's lips at every word. Taking a shuddering breath, she pulled away slightly, resting her forehead against her wife's, looking deeply into the azure eyes of the love of her life, "I love you so much for this, I'm…so excited!" she said, voice trembling at the implication of what Fleur had just revealed to her, "you still cannot do things like this alone, we are a team. It's you and me, always. Promise me you won't do something like this again without telling me... Promise me."

"I promise," replied Fleur solemnly, feeling guilty at the tears shining in her wife's eyes.

"I love you," said Hermione, pressing a lingering kiss on the blonde's lips.

"I love you too," Fleur mouthed into the kiss, "so much..."

They stayed like that for a few moments before pulling back to look at each other lovingly.

"It's you and me, always," smiled Fleur, "and hopefully soon, it'll be you, me and mini-you, always."

Heart bursting with love, Hermione couldn't stop herself from capturing her wife's mouth again for a searing kiss, "I want a mini-you," she whispered against the blonde's lips.

Fleur pouted, "Nooo, I want a mini-'Ermione, with beautiful brown eyes, bushy 'air and freckles. My own little lion cub!"

"You are crazy, you know that?"

"Oui, crazy for you"