A/N: Hi all, I got on a writing buzz and did the next chapter already! Aaaaand we finally get to meet little Hugo!
As always, reviews feed my muse...
Hermione jolted awake.
She wasn't sure what had woken her at first. Something deep within her seemed to have jolted.
In her just-awoken daze, she noticed that Fleur was also awake, and clutching her stomach.
"Fleur what's—oh my God, is the bed wet?" Hermione asked, becoming more aware of her surroundings.
"Argh! My water broke!" Fleur groaned, her pretty face pinched with pain.
Hermione immediately leapt out of bed.
"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God! Are you having contractions?!" Hermione yelped, wringing her hands, "We need to get to St Mungo's right away!"
Hermione ran to the wardrobe to get some clothes, halting partway. Maybe she should get Fleur up first. She ran back towards the bed, before halting again. Maybe she should get ready before getting Fleur up?
Hermione darted back and forth in a panic, unsure of what to do.
"Hermione!" Fleur groaned.
Hermione, yelping, dragged on a hoodie and some jeans before grabbing some clothes for Fleur. She managed to help Fleur out of bed and into some clothes, flinching at the pain Fleur seemed to be in whenever her contractions hit.
"Harry! Ron!" Hermione hollered as loud as she could manage.
The door burst open and Harry and Ron scrambled in, wands out and at the ready.
"Wha' izzit?!" Ron sleepily bellowed, "Intruder?!"
The poor sleepy boy's hair was all stuck up at the back and he was in his stripey pajamas. Harry looked just as sleep-ruffled, but a little more alert.
"Fleur's having the baby!" Hermione shrieked, "Can one of you summon us a carriage to get to St Mungo's?"
"On it, 'Mione!" both boys replied in unison, crashing into each other as they hurried out the doorway.
Hermione then grabbed a nearby duffle, tossing into it things they might need while at St Mungo's.
Fleur whimpered and Hermione promptly zipped the bag up and was at her side in a second.
"Are you okay?" Hermione asked, alarmed.
"What do you think?" Fleur hissed sarcastically from between her gritted teeth. She seemed in a great deal of pain.
"Carriage is here!" Ron bellowed from down the stairs.
"Fleur can you… Sod it," Hermione growled protectively, not even wanting to ask Fleur to walk down the stairs. She slung the duffle bag over her shoulder before sweeping Fleur into her arms—beyond grateful for the extra strength the bond had provided her with.
Hermione swept through Grimmauld Place, flinching every time Fleur whimpered or groaned with pain. She sorely wished she could ease the pain for Fleur, but had no idea how to without potentially harming the baby.
Harry and Ron were nervously pacing near the front door, shouting words of encouragement Hermione could barely comprehend in her frantic state. She yelped some kind of thanks as she rushed out the door, Fleur's platinum blonde hair fluttering behind them.
It was all a blur as they sped off in the carriage and then into St Mungo's. Hermione felt a horrible combination of sensations; kind of like she might simultaneously throw up, faint or shout.
Hermione came back to her senses as a young nurse approached her, repeating her name.
"Miss Granger? Are you okay?" the nurse asked.
Hermione had been staring at Fleur, who was being checked over for the umpteenth time by a Healer.
"Oh! Erm, yes, thanks!" Hermione replied, rubbing the back of her neck, "Sorry… It's just all a bit overwhelming…"
"Understandable!" the young nurse replied, "But the action part is still some time away. You should take a moment to have a coffee and talk to any relatives you need to."
"Oh, right!" Hermione registered. Births did tend to take several hours. Hermione had been glued to Fleur's side since they had arrived into the wizarding hospital, unwilling to leave in case she missed something. She realized it would be remiss of her not to step out and let Fleur's family know.
Hermione nodded her thanks to the nurse, requesting that she come and find her immediately if Fleur's status were to change. She then kissed Fleur on the forehead and ducked out, making a beeline for the coffee machine she knew to be a few hallways over.
The black coffee the dinged-up machine made was suspiciously thick, almost a consistency of syrup. Hermione rather suspected there was some magic at play, but didn't care—as long as it would keep her awake for Fleur.
With the lukewarm coffee in one hand, Hermione then whipped out her phone, quickly calling Alexandre.
"Hi Hermione," Alexandre greeted after just one ring, "It is quite early in the morning here… Is everything okay?"
"Fleur's in labour!" Hermione gasped excitedly, "I'm just as St Mungo's now. The baby is still a little while off… But it's happening, Alexandre!"
"Merde!" Alexandre shouted, "Apolline! Wake up! We're going to be grandparents!"
Hermione had to hold the phone a little far away from her ear as Fleur's parents excitedly shrieked at the other end of the line. It made Hermione wonder for a moment how her own parents would be reacting to the news of becoming grandparents. Her spirits fell at the thought.
"Hermione? Hermione are you there?" Alexandre was back on the end of the phone.
"Yes," Hermione answered, her eyes brimming a little with tears.
"We'll be there as soon as we can," Alexandre replied, "In the meantime, look after our girl!"
"I will sir," Hermione replied, smiling a little, "I'll see you soon."
She hung up, pocketing her phone. She sipped at the thick coffee, ambling slowly along the hallways back to Fleur's room.
What she wouldn't give to have her parents there to support her and Fleur. Hermione was sure they would be shocked at her ending up with a woman—not to mention getting said woman pregnant—but they would have been ecstatic at becoming grandparents.
'Now isn't the time to wallow,' Hermione told herself, 'Today is the most exciting day of your life!'
Draining her coffee and binning the cup, Hermione headed back into Fleur's room.
It had been about fourteen hours and Fleur was squeezing the life out of Hermione's hand. The brunette wouldn't be shocked if some bones were broken with the intensity Fleur was squeezing it with.
Fleur was finally pushing their baby out and Hermione couldn't be more terrified. Terrified and overjoyed. It was a curious mix.
"Come on, Fleur," Hermione encouraged, "You're doing so well!"
"Merde!" Fleur screamed, "It hurts so much, Hermione!"
"Fleur you've done so well already!" Hermione pushed her on, "He's almost here!"
The Healer at the other end of the bed nodded her assent, encouraging Fleur.
"Just one more push should do it!" the Healer called out.
Fleur screamed, sweat dripping down her face and neck, her chest heaving. Hermione felt her fingers crushed even more in the tight grip of Fleur, but dared not comment on how much it hurt. Not while Fleur was obviously in such agony.
Small cries broke out in the room and Hermione gasped.
"Aaaand here he is!" the Healer exclaimed, fussing a little at the tail end of the table.
Soon the Healer handed Hermione a small bundle.
Hermione was vaguely aware of tears rolling down her cheeks as she looked down at the small, chubby face in her arms. The baby stopped crying, almost as if he immediately knew who Hermione was.
Hermione felt a stillness within her. She felt like she was finally whole.
"Fleur," Hermione sniffled, "Fleur, here's our little boy!"
"Let me see!" Fleur insisted, reaching out to grab at Hermione's arms.
Smiling, Hermione leaned in and passed the little baby to Fleur. Fleur held him carefully, tears springing to her own sapphire eyes.
"Our little Hugo Jacques Granger," Fleur said sweetly. It caused even more tears to tumble down Hermione's face. She wasn't sure she had ever felt so warm and complete before.
Fleur looked the most unedited her Veela blood would allow. Her platinum-blonde hair was damp with sweat and her face was flushed from exertion. But Hermione felt blessed that she could see Fleur in such a vulnerable state.
"I believe you have some people waiting outside for you," the Healer told Hermione.
"Will you be okay in here with Hugo while I duck out to let them know the news?" Hermione asked Fleur. Fleur looked up at Hermione, her eyes shimmering with happiness. She nodded at Hermione before dropping her eyes to Hugo again.
Hermione beamed, heading out into the hallway.
Hermione might not have her parents, but the closest thing to family were all gathered in the hall for her. Harry, Ron, Ginny, Mrs Weasley, Mr Weasley and the Delacours were all waiting patiently.
"Hermione! How did it go?" Harry asked, lighting up as she appeared.
"Hugo Jacques Granger has been born without any issues and is a healthy young boy," Hermione announced to the cheers of her loved ones.
Hermione was almost bowled over as everyone rushed her at once to hug her and offer congratulations.
Hermione vaguely wondered if being the other parent just meant being crushed a lot, eagerly gulping in air as she was released.
A nurse came out and approached the group.
"We've got Fleur and baby Hugo all set up now," she smiled, "If you and a few others would like to go on through, she's ready for visitors."
Alexandre and Apolline stepped forward, followed by a wriggly Gabrielle and serene Cassandra.
Hermione moved to follow them when the nurse suddenly halted them.
"Er, sorry… This is a little uncomfortable… But we cannot allow her in here," the nurse said, nodding at Cassandra.
"Why on Earth not?" Alexandre asked in his thick accent, his face was impassive as always, but Hermione could tell he was not happy.
"We… Er… Creatures are not allowed in a human hospital around patients," the nurse said awkwardly, flushing a little with discomfort.
"Excusez-moi?" Cassandra asked, unperturbed, "I am allowed in the hospitals in France."
"Yes, well, that may be the case… But here…" the nurse trailed off.
Hermione was very low on sleep and beyond having any semblance of tolerance.
"Look here," Hermione snapped, "This is Fleur's grandmother."
"But if I allow her in, then what next?" the nurse tried to explain patiently, "Then people would be bringing in Nifflers, owls, cats…"
"Are you seriously that bigoted?" Hermione seethed, leaning forward, "I didn't go through that goddamn war just to see this kind of inequality."
"Oh—erm- Hermione Granger—of course! You're from the Golden Trio!" the nurse stammered, suddenly piecing together who Hermione was.
"I don't care if you know me from fucking kindergarten," Hermione growled, protectiveness taking over, "You're letting Fleur's family in to see her."
"But—"
"That wasn't a question," Hermione cut off the nurse.
The nurse, wisely deciding not to piss off a decorated war hero, backed down, paling and nodding.
"Uh- of course," the nurse simpered, "Go right ahead!"
Hermione narrowed her eyes, but Cassandra put a hand on her shoulder.
"I am used to it, Hermione," Cassandra murmured, "Let us just see our Fleur."
"Okay," Hermione replied begrudgingly.
The Delacours and Hermione entered Fleur's hospital room.
Fleur was already looking better, but still exhausted. She was holding Hugo tightly in her arms, a proud smile lighting up her features.
"Fleur!" Apolline exclaimed, running to her daughter's side.
"I want to see the baby!" Gabrielle insisted, rushing over beside her mother.
Alexandre hung back, reserved as ever. He put a hand on Hermione's shoulder, a smile on his face.
"You did well, Hermione," Alexandre said.
"You did, Hermione," Cassandra agreed in her alluring voice.
"Guys, Fleur did all the hard work here," Hermione replied, embarrassed. She rubbed the back of her neck.
"But you have protected her and supported her," Cassandra said, "You are proving to be a very worthy mate."
Now Apolline and Gabrielle had finished showering Fleur with their exuberant style of congratulations, Alexandre and Cassandra moved forward in a far more demure fashion. Hermione stepped in, taking Hugo from Fleur so they could hug Fleur.
"How are you feeling, Fleur?" Alexandre asked, "We're all very proud of you."
"Exhausted, sore," Fleur replied with a sigh, "Still bloated."
"Ah my darling little Fleur," Cassandra smiled, pulling her handbag up on the bed, "I anticipated as much and brought you a special Veela treatment. You must keep it to yourself though, this is one that witches would really die to get their hands on."
Curious, Hermione looked as Cassandra withdrew some dried berries from her handbag. She put her hand over them briefly, muttering in a language that Hermione didn't recognize at all.
"That wasn't French…" Hermione noted.
"Ancient Veela," Cassandra said with a wink, "We usually do not speak it in front of non-Veela family—or show any of our secret remedies… But you are so close to Fleur now I am making an exception."
Hermione hummed with interest, leaning in to watch as Cassandra took one of the berries and fed it to the tired Fleur. She put the rest in a small pouch and placed it on Fleur's bedside table.
"Take one every hour and you will bounce back impressively fast," Cassandra said proudly, a regal smile on her face, "But remember—no telling humans about it."
"Oui, grandmere," Fleur replied dutifully. She was already looking a little more energized.
Hermione held their precious little baby while Fleur's family continued to fuss over her. She let them all have a turn at holding Hugo, of course, but not for long. Hermione was feeling very protective of her little son. She wasn't sure how she would handle having to put him down to sleep.
Before visiting hours were over, Hermione got to introduce little Hugo to Harry, Ron, Ginny and the Weasley parents. It didn't quite fill the chasm within her at not being able to introduce him to her own parents, but it did feel fantastic.
A Healer stopped by, commenting on Fleur's alarmingly rapid recovery, before lights were out. Fleur smiled serenely, dutifully not disclosing the Veela remedy she had been taking.
Then finally Fleur and Hermione were alone.
It was late and Hugo was sleeping soundly in a nearby bassinet. Hermione smiled and clambered up onto Fleur's bed to lie beside her. They stared up at the ceiling, tired out after a whirlwind couple of days.
"Can you believe we actually have a son?" Fleur asked.
"I know… It's amazing," Hermione replied, "Are you feeling okay?"
Fleur wriggled even closer to her in the small bed.
"So much better," Fleur sighed, "Grandmere's remedy really is working wonders."
Hermione meant to reply, but it turned out she hadn't quite appreciated how light on sleep she had been. Her heavy eyes fell shut before she could even realize what was happening.
The next morning, Hermione was no more rested. Little Hugo had woke a number of times in the night, needing attention.
Fleur, on the other hand, was looking the picture of health. Hermione had half a mind to ask for one of the charmed dried berries herself.
Fleur was sitting on her bed, swinging her legs restlessly. Her hair was shimmering and glossy once more. Her face was dewy and fresh.
"When will we be able to get out of here?" Fleur asked irritably.
Hermione scoffed.
"You are the most impatient woman I have ever met," Hermione replied with a smile. Fleur was almost as adorable as little Hugo.
Hermione was holding the healthy little baby in her arms as the Healer finally entered to check Fleur over. He was accompanied by two nurses.
"Oh—erm—which one of you had the baby?!" the Healer asked, confused.
"Moi," Fleur answered impatiently, gesturing obviously at her hospital gown.
Hermione suppressed an eye roll. It was understandable the Healer was confused. Fleur looked like she had just walked in off a catwalk, not like she had just had a baby. Cassandra hadn't exaggerated when she had said witches would kill to get their hands on such a remedy.
"Er, right," the Healer replied, running through the usual diagnostic spells, "Very curious…"
Hermione narrowed her eyes at the suspicious looks the nurses were giving Fleur.
The Healer finished up, putting away his wand.
"Well… Er, Miss Delacour," the Healer began, sounding baffled, "You're more than good to go! I've never seen anything quite like it!"
"Bon," Fleur replied icily, hoisting herself off the bed and immediately tossing her hospital gown off, "Hermione, where are my clothes?"
The Healer gasped at Fleur's flawless body.
"May I ask how you recovered so quickly from a pregnancy?" the Healer asked, agape.
"Non," Fleur replied dismissively.
Hermione handed the duffel bag to Fleur and she eagerly unzipped it, fishing out clothes. The Healer left, disappointed. The nurses, hoever, had remained and were gossiping amongst themselves.
"Have you ever seen a woman recover that fast from having a baby?" one nurse murmured, "What is her secret?"
"Therese said she's a Veela," the other nurse replied scandalously.
"If you're quite done gossiping about the mother of my child," Hermione interrupted tersely.
"I mean, that kind of recovery can't be human," one of the nurses continued, ignoring Hermione.
"When I'm done hexing you, you won't look human either," Hermione growled.
The nurses gasped, paling.
"Hermione, cherie," Fleur chided, "They're just jealous. Leave them be. We don't want to upset Hugo."
"Fine," Hermione sighed, before glaring at the nurses, "You're lucky she's in a good mood today. Don't let me catch you gossiping about my girlfriend again."
The nurses didn't reply, scarpering out the door before Hermione could be angered further. Fleur chuckled and walked up to Hermione, leaning in to kiss her quickly.
"My, you are so protective," Fleur smiled. Hermione smirked.
"Hey, better they deal with my temper than yours!" Hermione joked, "I think you may have shaved years off everyone's lives during your pregnancy."
"I don't think I was that temperamental during the pregnancy," Fleur sniffed.
Hermione diplomatically kept quiet on that front, not wanting to tempt fate.
"Well… Shall we head off?" Hermione asked, changing the subject.
When Hermione and Fleur arrived home, Hermione was touched to find that Harry and Ron had decided to baby-proof Grimmauld Place.
Unfortunately for them, they had gone a little overboard.
Ron was cursing as he tried in vain to open a cupboard in the kitchen.
"Ron… You know Hugo is still too little to have to worry about him getting into cupboards, right?" Hermione said, raising an eyebrow at the frustrated redhead.
"Can never… argh… be too… arggghhh… prepared…" Ron struggled, trying to get to his snacks.
"You've really bounced back, Fleur," Harry commented, sitting down at the table with a cup of tea, "I'd never guess that you'd even had a baby!"
Fleur smiled serenely, casting Hermione a knowing look. Hermione liked being in the loop with the Veela secrets, even if this one was a relatively minor one. It made her feel like she was a part of Fleur's family.
Hermione finally took pity on Ron, reminding him of the Alohomora charm to help him get to his snacks. Hugo was beginning to fuss in Fleur's arms.
"I think he's hungry, babe," Hermione commented.
Fleur nodded, swiping open her blouse with surprising ease. Hermione filed that particular detail to the back of her mind.
Harry politely averted his eyes as Fleur slipped a breast out to feed young Hugo. Hermione was proud as her son latched on immediately, feeding with eagerness. She was interrupted from watching her little family by a quiet choking noise beside her.
She noticed with disgust that Ron had purpled and was gaping at Fleur's exposed breast. Hermione swatted him frantically.
"Ron! Stop-" whack! "looking—" whack! "at my girlfriend's tits!" Hermione growled.
"Merlin!" Ron yelped, backing off, "Take it easy! It was just a quick glance!"
"You were staring!" Hermione exclaimed, "And drooling!"
"I was not!" Ron replied, affronted, though his ears had turned bright red.
Hermione made up her mind in that moment that as soon as they were able, Fleur and her needed to find their own place. It was no longer fitting to share her quarters with her two guy best friends. Not when she had a baby and was hoping to make things more serious with Fleur.
Hermione woke up.
Hugo was crying again.
She felt a nudge at her shoulder.
"It's your turn," Fleur told her, rolling over.
Hermione groaned.
She went over to little Hugo's bassinet, picking him up and cuddling him. He kept wailing as Hermione jiggled him in her arms.
Desperate for sleep, Hermione sung him a little lullaby her parents had used to sing to her, still cuddling Hugo carefully. Eventually, Hugo's crying stopped and he began to settle down.
Pleased, Hermione put him back in his bassinet and ambled tiredly back to bed.
"That was a sweet little song," Fleur murmured, shuffling over to cuddle her.
Hermione put her arm around the nude blonde, smiling.
She felt very content, her sleeping son nearby and the beautiful Frenchwoman nestled in her arms. She started waking up a little more as Fleur drew slow circles on her chest with idle fingers.
"Fleur… If you don't stop that… I'm going to be a little too frustrated to sleep," Hermione commented, trying to keep her voice even. Her nipples were already stiffening under her singlet and she could feel her boxers dampening.
It was difficult having Fleur naked and pressed so close beside her.
"What is wrong with that?" Fleur asked in a sultry voice. Hermione felt her temperature spike.
"I just got Hugo down to sleep," Hermione answered in a low voice, "We don't want to wake him."
"Silencing charm?" Fleur suggested.
Hermione was sorely tempted.
"We need to be able to hear him if he wakes again… Do you know how to do a one-way silencing charm so we can still hear outside our bubble?" Hermione asked.
"Please," Fleur responded cockily.
Her already returned ego was turning Hermione on even more.
"Okay," Hermione replied.
Fleur sat up, turning on a lamp beside their bed and casting a silencing charm around their bed. She looked at Hermione expectantly.
Hermione realized she still had her pajamas on, which were feeling very restrictive all of a sudden. She felt a slight shyness in baring her body for Fleur. She had done it a number of times over the past 9 months by now… But for some reason it felt more intimidating now Fleur had her devastating figure back.
"Please, mon amour," Fleur purred, running a hand up Hermione's arm.
'Fuck it,' Hermione immediately thought to herself, shedding her clothes eagerly. Fleur's hungry gaze only served to encourage her further.
Hermione began to reach for the blonde when she halted.
"Er, as much as I love little Hugo," Hermione said, "I really don't want to give him a sibling so soon. Could you… Could you teach me the contraceptive charm?"
Fleur smiled broadly, nodding.
Hermione was a little miffed to discover it was an incredibly brief and simple incantation. But she supposed better to learn it late than never. Besides, accidentally getting Fleur pregnant had led Hermione to this new life… She certainly couldn't complain about that.
Charm done, Fleur immediately pounced on Hermione.
Hermione let out a small gasp of surprise, unused to Fleur being so forward in bed. The naked Veela was wild, her hands everywhere and lips dropping sensual kisses that electrified Hermione's skin.
"Fleur…" Hermione sighed as the blonde's hips grinded up against her own. She was almost losing herself in ecstasy.
"Mmmn, like putty in my hands, non?" Fleur smirked, circling the shell of Hermione's ear with a delicate tongue. The blonde's cockiness was playing at Hermione's arousal, teasing her and challenging her.
Feeling her natural competitiveness come alive, Hermione's eyes snapped open again and she grabbed Fleur by her hips, flipping them roughly so Fleur was on her back on the bed, Hermione above her. Fleur's eyes were wide with surprise, but Hermione could tell from the look in them that the blonde was beyond aroused.
Hermione lowered herself smoothly, bringing her body flush against Fleur's. The blonde's toned body trembled against her own, betraying her excitement. Hermione smirked against Fleur's soft neck.
"You were saying?" Hermione teased.
"Mon amour," Fleur whimpered, as Hermione dropped painfully soft kisses to her neck.
Hermione could feel her teeth beginning to ache again, but pushed it to the back of her mind. For now, she just wanted to drive Fleur wild.
Fleur's hands were running down her shoulder blades, playing at the muscles of her back as they moved down her. Hermione loved the possessive air they had about them. Fleur wanted her. Wanted to be the only one that had her.
Hermione slipped a thigh between Fleur's legs, smiling with approval at how slick her thigh became from Fleur's wetness. She leant in and kissed Fleur deeply, her tongue exploring the depths of the blonde's mouth.
Hermione broke the kiss, instead moving to kiss Fleur's delicate throat, then her collarbones, then the centre of her chest. The Frenchwoman wriggled beneath her.
Hermione smirked, slowly taking one of Fleur's hardened nipples into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around it before nipping it playfully. Fleur gasped and moaned as Hermione swirled her tongue on it once more.
She was taking her time, knowing it would be testing the blonde's already pitiful patience.
"Hermione," Fleur growled impatiently, "Come on and do it already…"
'There it is,' Hermione thought to herself triumphantly.
"Do what?" Hermione asked innocently, looking up from Fleur's chest to meet the impatient Veela's gaze.
"You know what I—" Fleur was cut off immediately as Hermione unexpectedly slid her hand in to cup the blonde's shaved sex.
Hermione grinned.
"Not so cocky now…" Hermione teased, moving her hand in the most minute of ways. Enough to create a teasing amount of friction, but not enough to give Fleur any relief.
Fleur let out a string of French expletives, writhing beneath Hermione.
"Cruel… Get on with it, godammit," Fleur managed to get out, desperately trying to hold back her hips from riding Hermione's hand in earnest. She had pride after all. Hermione could see the muscles of Fleur's toned body jerking as she tried her best to withstand the teasing.
Hermione knew she was being a little mean, but it was beyond hot having the proud Veela at her mercy.
"Are you going to behave?" Hermione teased, loving the blush this produced on Fleur's pretty face. She moved her hand ever so slightly to make her point, resulting in an outraged little groan from Fleur.
"No?" Hermione asked innocently, removing her hand entirely from Fleur's sex. Fleur writhed beneath her, frustrated but still too proud to submit. Hermione loved this game between them.
Hermione slowly brought her fingers to her mouth. They had a light coating of Fleur's wetness on, shimmering in the dim light of the lamp. Hermione locked eyes with Fleur and slowly licked her fingers clean. Fleur whimpered before finally exhaling shakily.
"Oui," Fleur choked out.
"Yes, what?" Hermione teased. She moved her hand down and ran it slowly up the inside of Fleur's toned thighs.
Fleur groaned, beyond frustrated.
"Yes… Yes, I'll behave," Fleur conceded.
"Good girl," Hermione murmured, moving her hand back to cup Fleur's sex, "Now no more rushing me… We have all night…"
Fleur looked outraged.
"Non… We only have until Hugo wakes again!" Fleur protested. Hermione removed her hand.
"What did I say about rushing me?" Hermione asked dangerously. Fleur immediately stopped her complaining.
Hermione smiled, gliding her fingers slowly through Fleur's folds. She had to withhold her own moan at how good it felt.
Fleur let out a strangled moan, her hips jerking as Hermione circled her clit carefully. Hermione took her time, slowly, patiently, building up the tension further within the blonde. Her teeth ached more, but she wasn't about to be distracted.
Finally, she slid two fingers within, pausing to appreciate the warm tightness of Fleur around her digits.
"Hermione… Please… This is unbearable…" Fleur whimpered. Hermione was entranced as the blonde further lost her inhibitions, tossing her head backwards. The muscles of her body were trembling beneath Hermione, further intoxicating her.
"Very well," Hermione assented, sliding her fingers out slowly before slipping them back in, hard. Fleur let out a cry of pleasure that set the hairs on the back of Hermione's neck on end. She had a sudden, desperate, need to bring Fleur to cry out her name.
She slid her fingers in and out aggressively, speeding up her rhythm as Fleur's cries became more passionate. Her teeth were positively throbbing with pain now, but she couldn't stop. She nestled her face into the soft skin of Fleur's neck, feeling the blonde's wild pulse against her lips.
Suddenly—alarmingly—in a move that flashed Hermione back to school-time pranks, Hermione felt her teeth elongating.
She paused her actions, looking up in apprehension. Her eyes met Fleur's, now entirely silver. Fleur's hair was similarly silvery.
"What… Why did you stop?" Fleur asked, agitated at having her pleasure so abruptly curtailed.
"Is something wrong with my teeth?" Hermione asked.
Fleur's gaze dropped to her teeth and she smiled widely.
"Your canines… They're long and sharp," Fleur replied.
"What does that mean?" Hermione asked, although she already had a feeling. The discussions with Cassandra… The little comments Cassandra had made about how Hermione would understand creatures more in the future… It seemed that the last step of bonding involved a slight transformation on Hermione's part.
"You know what it means," Fleur replied, "Make your decision, amour,"
Hermione didn't even need a split second to think about it, resuming her ministrations and thrusting into Fleur once more. Fleur cried out, tossing her head back again.
Her smooth and delicate neck was entirely exposed and Hermione felt her teeth ache again. She could feel it, instinctively, what she needed to do.
As Fleur arched her back in pleasure, Hermione dipped her head and sank her teeth in to the juncture where Fleur's neck met her shoulder. Hermione had never quite imagined herself biting someone quite so hard, but it turned out to be one of the more pleasurable sensations in her life.
Fleur shook beneath her as she reached climax and Hermione, to her own surprise, felt herself suddenly climaxing too. It was the sweetest feeling, riding the high at the same time as Fleur. She felt her teeth retract back to normal as she finished. She lapped her tongue lazily over the bite mark on Fleur's neck, fascinated as it healed before her very eyes. Remarkable.
She rolled herself off Fleur, taking the blonde into her arms. Fleur's chest was heaving and her face was flushed.
"Welcome to the family, Hermione," Fleur grinned.
"What does it all mean?" Hermione asked, thirsty for knowledge once more.
"You claimed me as your mate," Fleur replied, her fingers tracing circles on Hermione's scarred chest, "And took in the slightest part of Veela blood while doing it. We're now bonded and you are part of the family in Veela culture. Unfortunately, you cannot speak of it to humans. As with most Veela culture, it is a secret carefully guarded."
"Oh… Wow…" Hermione was rarely at a loss for words, but it was quite the stunning situation.
Fleur smiled sweetly.
"I feel like we should do something to celebrate," Fleur suggested. She raised her eyebrows in such a predatory way it made Hermione's legs feel weak.
"I have a few ideas…" Hermione replied, loving the look her mate was giving her.
As if on some horrible cue, Hugo began wailing, piercing the tension between them.
"Merde," Fleur cursed.
"I believe it's your turn," Hermione teased, smiling. She was a little frustrated at not getting some more playtime in with Fleur, but she was more than satisfied with what had already transpired between them that evening.