I reposted ch29 and 30 because I was informed it wasn't showing up even though I updated yesterday. Weird glitch. Hopefully reposting those chapters worked. I'm also tossing in ch31 for fun :)

Smut warning.

It was a busy couple of weeks for the witches posing as the two newest Hogwarts professors. They managed to visit the old Gaunt Mansion, which was in an even worse state of disrepair from what they remembered seeing in the memory Dumbledore had shown them. Unfortunately Fleur had sensed no Dark magical objects after thoroughly inspecting the place and they had to start thinking of alternatives.

Fleur suggested going to the Riddle house next. While she was not particularly fond of returning to the graveyard and the house on the hill, they had no other leads. Hermione reluctantly acquiesced and they planned to go the first weekend in October.

But first things first. It was September 19th, and Hermione's birthday.

Hermione had barely stepped inside before Fleur pounced and had the door closed, the wards in place and their lips firmly latched together. Both of their illusions dropped instantly and they fell into a passionate embrace right in the entry hallway.

She sighed softly, loving the feel of Fleur's perfectly plump lips moving across her own. The blonde took advantage of the brief moment her lips had parted and darted her tongue out, sliding it across her own lower lip, begging entrance, which was immediately granted. Her hands flew to the back of Fleur's head and her fingers wove themselves into silvery-blonde mane, tugging gently, encouraging her.

The Frenchwoman responded in kind, one hand in her curls, the other holding her lower back to bring their bodies close and guide her further into their little cottage. Still not quite familiar with their house's dimensions, she accidentally backed Hermione into a wall. Before she could rectify the situation, both her mate and her Veela purred their approval and she deepened her kiss as she pressed her body firmly against the brunette. She shifted herself so that one leg was on either side of Hermione's right leg as she started to rock her body, trying to remove any space between them.

Hermione felt like she was on fire as excitement, magic and raw energy coursed thickly through her veins and muscles. Every nerve and fiber of her being was ready. She loved that Fleur was stepping out of her cautious zone and being more assertive. She suspected the Veela had something to do with that, this was very unlike Fleur.

The wall had been a pleasant and unexpected surprise. There was something about the display of power and dominance and her not being in control for once. But also trust and knowing that it would stop if she told Fleur to stop. She rolled her hips forward, grinding against the strong thigh pressed between her legs.

They stood this way for several minutes, passionately kissing while their bodies moved together, hands eagerly roaming and exploring. The only sounds that could be heard in the house were from their kisses, moans, and desperate gasps for air.

Hermione's hands slipped under the hem of Fleur's sweater and gripped the smooth skin of her waist, her fingertips pressing in slightly.

Fleur paused and took a step back, her chest rising and falling quickly as she tried to steady her breathing. Her eyes narrowed as she glared at the grey knit sweater before her, concealing her mate's body. She stepped forward again and reached out and tugged on the bottom of the offending sweater, pulling it over her head and tossing it somewhere less important. Pale hands immediately found their way back to the freshly exposed skin. Instead of resuming their kiss, the blonde tilted her head down and kissed along her jaw, nibbling gently as she kissed her way from her chin to her ear.

Hermione couldn't help the deep moan that escaped her lips as her girlfriend kissed along the shell of her ear, then down her neck. Those wonderfully soft pink lips alternated between firm sucks and nibbles and ghosting lightly across the skin, hot breath tickling her all the while. Her eyes shut tight and she moved her neck to give as much access as possible. She was grateful for the wall steadying her and keeping her upright, otherwise she might have fallen over.

Nimble fingers worked their way behind her back and swiftly unclasped her bra. She rolled her shoulders slightly to help get it off. Before Fleur could resume her kissing, she tugged on the blonde's sweater, which quickly found her way to the floor, along with her bra.

They reached for each other and pulled their bodies close once more, revelling in the skin-on-skin contact. She could feel the prominent bulge in Fleur's pants straining against the fabric and she carefully reached down and palmed it. She felt it twitch a little under her touch and she pressed her hand against it again.

"'Ermione," the part-Veela growled as she detached their lips. Her heavily lidded crystal blue eyes were dark, pupils blown wide. She could see the dark hunger in them, full love and lust.

She nodded once "It's okay… I'm ready if you are."

In a surprising display of strength, the Frenchwoman suddenly reached down and grasped her by the back of her legs right under her bum, pulling her up to straddle her waist as she carried her down the hallway toward their bedroom. She instinctively clung, wrapping her arms and legs around the lithe frame, though she knew that Fleur wouldn't drop her.

Once she was carefully deposited on the bed, she wiggled out of her jeans, leaving just her knickers on. Though there really wasn't a point, they were already slick with her arousal.

The blonde woman was standing a few feet away, staring at her, eyes hungrily watching as she undressed herself. But despite her earlier excitement, she seemed hesitant once more. Her hands slowly made their way to her pants and unbuttoned them, sliding them down and kicking them away to reveal her own modified knickers. They reminded Hermione of Muggle mens' briefs. She stood there, practically naked, her cock hard and straining against its thin fabric prison. But she looked at odds with herself, having an internal debate.

Hermione slid off the bed and carefully reached out to her mate, gently touching her arm, unsure of what she needed to settle her nerves. "It's okay, Fleur. We don't have to."

That snapped Fleur out of her haze. "But I want to, 'Ermione… I want to make love to you. I want to claim you as my mate and for you to claim me. I just… The Veela is pushing so hard right now. I can't tell if it's me or her. I want to be the one with you, not her."

Hermione's brow furrowed for a moment then she got an idea. She moved away from the blonde and started rummaging in her trunk.

"'Ermione?" Fleur's voice was quiet, clearly confused. She could practically see her tilting her head adorably as she tried to figure out what she was doing.

After a moment she found what she was looking for. She picked up the delicate silver chain and touched one of the golden rings "Are you in control?"

"Oui." The word slipped out so quietly it was a miracle that either of them heard.

And with that confirmation, she put her necklace back in the mahogany box and got onto the bed.

Fleur couldn't believe it. Hermione had used one of her questions to put her mind at ease and quell her anxiety. That one word, spoken out of truth and from her heart, put all of her fears and doubts aside. Her love for her mate swelled in her chest and she crawled up on the bed next to her, lying on her side tucked against the Golden Girl. She cupped the brunette's jaw in one hand, staring deeply into those chocolate orbs that she loved so much before leaning in and kissing her softly and tenderly.

Without removing her lips, she rolled onto her knees, the weight of her upper body held up on a bent elbow, her forearm parallel to Hermione's ribs. Her free hand slid down from its place on her mate's jaw and worked its way down her body, making a quick stop at her chest before moving lower. Her fingers stopped at the band of her knickers, the thin fabric was the only thing separating her from the place she had not yet touched her mate. Cautiously, her fingers slipped under the band and started to pull.

Hermione rolled her hips up to make it easier for her to remove the last article of clothing. The brunette's hand had made its way to her cock, slender fingers tracing the outline as it pushed against her own undergarments. Then that wonderful hand dipped inside, touching her directly for the first time.

She gasped at first contact, startled at first by the warm skin on her length. As she relaxed again, her eyes slipped closed and she sighed softly at the delicate touch. She rocked her hips forward, pressing herself against the hand. "Mmm, that feels nice."

As Hermione started to stroke her length, her own hands were caressing the smooth skin of her mate's bare inner thighs, working their way up to the apex. She could already smell her arousal, the scents made her head swim, and she wanted to get to the source.

Her eyes nearly rolled back inside her head when she first felt the slick, warm folds. "'Ermione…" She murmured softly as her fingers ran along the length of her lips.

Hermione shifted her legs, spreading them slightly wider to give her more access and her hand eagerly explored this uncharted territory, revelling in the way everything felt.

"Please, Fleur… I want to feel you." Hermione's voice was deep and husky, her words punctuated by her uneven breaths.

She nodded slowly and sat up, her eyes drinking in the sight of her mate's naked form on the bed. She finally removed her own briefs, her cock springing free, standing proudly at attention.

"Wow… it's… even bigger than I thought." Hermione murmured. She had leaned up, resting on her elbows to watch her undress fully.

Fleur chuckled softly and looked down to examine herself. She had never understood why men seemed so worried about their size, but she had to admit a sense of pride at Hermione's compliment. Her Veela preened in the back of her mind.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes, just… go slow?"

"Of course, mon amour," she agreed and carefully moved to the space between Hermione's legs, gazing lovingly at the bare sex in front of her. Like herself, the brunette kept herself well trimmed, a carefully maintained triangular patch of dark brown curls pointing suggestively downward. The soft pink lips were glistening slightly and she had to fight with herself not to get distracted and start touching them again.

She leaned forward on top of her mate and came to rest on her elbows. Their torsos pressed together, her weight resting partially on Hermione, the rest on her arm.

She stared into Hermione's dark brown eyes for a moment before tilting her face down to kiss her, their tongues moving slowly around one another, not rushing anything. As they kissed, her free hand moved down to grasp her cock, guiding it between the slick folds of her mate's sex. She could feel it jump excitedly in her hand, as if anticipating what was to come.

Hermione gasped and clutched the blankets when she felt the head pressing against her. Her head tilted to the side and her hips gave an encouraging roll as she felt the top of the clock tease her entrance.

"'Ermione, please look at me. I want to see you." Fleur husked as she lined herself up.

Hermione quickly complied and they held eye contact as Fleur pushed herself in for the first time.

Both women gasped simultaneously, mouths agape, their eyes slipping shut at the initial penetration. Overwhelmed, Fleur buried her face in the crook of Hermione's neck, panting hard through uneven breaths and Hermione's hands flew to Fleur's back, her fingertips digging into the tense muscles.

Fleur had never felt anything so amazing before. The silken walls squeezed her tightly, sending a ripple of pleasure coursing through her body. She was only an inch or so in, barely the tip, but she felt like she was on top of the world. Her cock ached for more. As much as she wanted to go for it, she paused, realizing that Hermione had gone very still beneath her.

"'Ermione, are you okay?"

Her mate took several deep breaths before answering "Yes… It was just a lot of pressure all at once. I'm okay now and I think I'm ready for more."

Fleur nodded and slowly pressed her hips forward, rocking them gently, as she pushed in a little further into Hermione's warmth. She stopped immediately when she heard Hermione hiss out.

"Wait…"

She froze, dutifully waiting until the tight muscles relaxed again and she resumed her gentle thrusts.

This repeated several more times, but eventually her cock was fully sheathed within her mate's core. They were both breathing erratically and needed to take a break to calm themselves down and adjust to the feelings they were experiencing.

Fleur could feel the muscles of Hermione's inner walls contracting, gripping her tightly, squeezing her length. She wrapped her arms under Hermione's shoulders, her hands cradling her head through the pillow.

"Okay, I'm ready." Hermione whispered softly in her ear.

Cautiously she rolled her hips back, withdrawing a few inches. Her cock instantly missed the warmth and she pushed her hips forward, burying herself once again, earning a pleased moan from her mate. It sounded like the sweetest music to her ears and she was eager to hear it again, slowly withdrawing and pushing forward once more.

She started off slowly, hesitant to go any faster than the gentle pace she had set. When she felt her mate start to move in time with her thrusts, she picked up the pace, grunting softly with effort, her skin dampening with sweat.

Hermione's hands had curled under her arms and were clutching the tops of her shoulders tightly, squeezing hard with each forward push. Her soft pink lips were parted and she moaned and gasped deliciously in her ear.

Not satisfied with her current range of motion, she leaned up, settling on her knees, gripping Hermione's hips and lifting them slightly as she started to thrust harder. At this angle she could feel her cock moving across a slightly rough patch on Hermione's front wall. Every time she hit this spot, the brunette would gasp out loudly and her body would shiver, so she did her best to aim for this with each forward movement. She could feel her mate's body tensing up, like a spring begging to be released. Her slick walls pulsed and squeezed her length, which only added to her own pleasure and she felt her cock start to throb.

She leaned forward as she continued to rut into her mate's core, coaxing them both toward their climaxes. As soon as she felt the coil snap and heard the first moans of Hermione's orgasm, she lowered her head and bit down hard on the soft curve where her neck and shoulder met. She could taste the metallic flavor of blood in her mouth but she couldn't stop or release her bite, not until it was returned.

Hermione cried out, her body shaking as her climax ripped through her. But when she felt Fleur's bite on her neck, it amplified everything she was feeling ten-fold and her body shuddered uncontrollably. On instinct, she mirrored Fleur's action and bit down in the same spot on the blonde's neck, right at the pulsepoint, her teeth breaking the skin.

When she felt Hermione return the mating bite, everything within her came to a peak. Her head swam with pleasure and she knew she was seconds away from her own climax. With one powerful thrust, she buried herself entirely and her body was rocked by her orgasm and her motions slowed as she released her essence deep inside her mate.

They stayed in this position for several long moments, both coming down from their high, breathing deeply through their noses since their mouths were otherwise occupied. Once they were calmer, they both released their hold on the other's neck and collapsed on the bed, feeling utterly spent and wonderfully satisfied.

Fleur stayed on top of Hermione for another minute, not wanting to leave the comforting warmth of her sex, lazily thrusting before she finally pulled out and rolled onto her back with a satisfied sigh. She turned her head to the side to gaze at her mate. Her Veela swelled with pride when she saw the mark they had left on her mate's neck, though the wound would need to be disinfected and tended to soon.

"Wow." Hermione finally managed to speak, turning to look at her. The Golden Girl's hair was wild and untamed, her cheeks flushed and eyes slightly out of focus.

Fleur thought she had never looked more beautiful and she reached over to gently stroke her cheek. "Are you feeling okay, ma belle?"

Hermione nodded "I feel… pleasantly fucked. And really tired. That was amazing"

"It was… better than I ever imagined." Fleur laughed softly and summoned two glasses from the kitchen, filling them both with water as they entered the room. "Thirsty?"

"Merlin, yes!" She reached for her glass and drank greedily.

Fleur did the same, the cool water soothed her aching throat. Apparently she had been breathing harder than she realized and her throat was raw. After she drank her water, she rolled off the bed and scooped Hermione into her arms, carrying her bridal style toward the bathroom so they could clean up and tend to their bites.

Both she and her Veela were bursting with pride. She and Hermione were officially mated and from here on out, their bond would only continue to grow and strengthen. She smiled to herself when she felt her mate's head lull onto her chest. "Je t'aime, mon coeur."

"Je t'aime, aussi." Hermione replied sleepily.