A/N: Hello, hello. Yes I have been gone for a while (or maybe not long at all? It just feels like ages to me). I had very bad writer's block and have been working crazy hours lately.
The (selfish) upside for me is that all the other Fleurmione authors seem to be continuing to update so I have had updates from some of my all-time fave fics to read on my breaks at work to cheer me up! (Especially Cruel Intentions- if you haven't read that Fleurmione fic you are seriously missing out).
Anyway, I finally crashed on Friday and slept for an insane amount of hours then woke up and felt like adding to a few of my fics so here we go :)
Note: Bold & in Italics means that they are speaking in French
After Hermione horrifically told a waitress exactly what she had thought of the meal and service, Gabrielle tipped the restaurant generously and the girls headed back to Fleur and Hermione's place.
"I can't wait for this Veritaserum to wear off," Hermione cursed as they walked in the door.
"You 'ave to admit, eet was quite 'ilarious watching ze waitress stand zere while you insulted ze meal and 'er service," Gabrielle laughed.
"Even funnier when Hermione looked horrified after saying it," Fleur agreed with a laugh.
"All right, all right, that's enough teasing guys," Hermione grumbled.
"So, shall we 'ave anuzzer glass of wine or shall we find more ways to torment you?" Gabrielle giggled, "What do you want to do?"
"I want to do your sister every way imaginable," Hermione answered, before blushing darkly. Gabrielle made a choking noise.
"I suppose I 'ad zat coming," Gabrielle said weakly, paling, "Okay, okay, I am turning in for ze night before I get even more traumatised,"
Fleur laughed as Gabrielle retreated to Fleur's room, looking thoroughly disturbed.
"Okay, Hermione," Fleur said softly, "We survived meeting my parents. It was actually better than I thought it would be."
"You thought it would be worse than my ex boyfriend spiking my drink with Veritaserum and your dad storming out of the restaurant?" Hermione said, raising her eyebrows.
"Honestly? Yes," Fleur replied with a laugh. Hermione laughed back.
"Well, that makes me feel a little bit better about revealing our sex life to your entire family today," Hermione said. Fleur laughed again, walking into Hermione's room.
"Its fine," Fleur said, "I've walked in on Gabrielle with her fair share of boys so just think of it as evening the playing field."
Fleur turned around, widening her eyes as Hermione immediately strode up to her and pulled her into her arms, kissing at her neck. Fleur cocked her head at the pleasurable feel of Hermione's lips on the skin of her neck.
"I want you so badly," Hermione murmured between kisses. Fleur felt herself melt in the brunette's arms.
Fleur pulled at Hermione's clothes, wanting, needing to see the brunette's body bare before her. She kissed at Hermione's collarbone once she had her naked, running her hands down the scarred back of the war hero. Hermione eagerly began to disrobe Fleur in turn, making small moans of pleasure at Fleur kissing her.
Hermione pulled Fleur backwards towards the bed. Hermione sat down and pulled Fleur so that she was straddling her, eying her body hungrily.
"I've been waiting for this all night," Hermione confessed.
"Me too," Fleur said with a playful smile, "I liked that you had to speak your mind."
"Cruel woman," Hermione smirked. She ran her hands up Fleur's toned thighs, enjoying the shiver it produced in the blonde. Her hands roamed up Fleur's stomach before cupping her breasts and then moving to feel her toned back. She ran her hands down to grab Fleur's ass before spanking it.
"Damn, Hermione…" Fleur murmured. It turned her on to no end when Hermione took charge.
Hermione stood up, lifting Fleur up. She turned and threw Fleur on her back on the bed before climbing up on top of her.
Fleur was awoken by a knocking at Hermione's bedroom door. She stretched out her sore muscles, smiling at the sleeping brunette with an arm slung over her. There was knocking at the door again. Fleur removed Hermione's arm carefully from herself before getting out of bed. She grabbed a nearby robe to cover herself before opening Hermione's bedroom door to reveal an impatient looking Gabrielle.
"Fleur, eet ees almost midday," Gabrielle said, crossing her arms. Fleur shrugged.
"We didn't get to sleep until late," Fleur said dismissively, "What's the rush?"
"Ze rush?" Gabrielle repeated, appearing a little stressed, "Maman owled zis morning asking for ze address. She and Grandmere are coming around for lunch,"
"Here?!" Fleur exclaimed, horrified, "Why didn't you wake me earlier?!"
"I 'ave been knocking at ze door on and off for hours," Gabrielle replied, "I didn't want to barge in on ze off-chance you were… You know,"
"Merde," Fleur cursed, "You have to help me clean the apartment,"
"Of course," Gabrielle said, putting a hand soothingly on Fleur's shoulder, "But before you start cleaning you should get rid of ze 'ickeys,"
Fleur whirled back into Hermione's room, checking in the mirror. Sure enough, along her neck and collarbones she had several prominent lovebites from the previous night's passionate lovemaking.
"Merde!"
Gabrielle went out to get set on cleaning the living area while Fleur frantically grabbed her wand and began covering up all the hickeys she could see. She glanced over at Hermione's naked form in the bed. Hermione had a couple of lovebites too, as well as some light scratches on her shoulder blades. Fleur blushed at the memory of the previous night.
"Hermione," Fleur prompted, walking over to the bed to lightly push the brunette. Hermione grumbled before sitting up, pushing her curls off her face before smiling at Fleur.
"Aww, why are you wearing clothes?" Hermione pouted, looking at the robe Fleur was wearing.
"I'm about to be wearing even more in a moment," Fleur said in a serious tone, "My mother and grandmother will be here very soon for lunch."
"Here?!" Hermione yelped, sitting up even straighter and pulling at the covers to conceal her body. Fleur could have laughed. It was hardly likely that her mother and grandmother were about to burst down the bedroom door any second.
"Yes, they owled Gabrielle earlier this morning and she gave them the address," Fleur replied.
"Shit," Hermione cursed, "Shit, shit, shit,"
"Exactly," Fleur said with a frown.
There was a tense pause before the two of them leapt into action, frantically trying to get presentable as fast as they could.
Whether through sheer luck or some kind of miracle, the girls managed to make themselves all look tidy, clean the apartment and prepare some food for the incoming guests before the doorbell rang.
Gabrielle leapt over to the door as soon as it rang and opened the door for her mother and grandmother. Fleur and Hermione stood awkwardly near her.
Apolline entered icily, kissing each of them on both cheeks before sweeping further into the apartment and observing it with a scrutinising gaze. Behind her, a stunningly beautiful woman entered.
"Grandmere," Fleur exclaimed, moving forward to hug the woman. Hermione made a choking noise and her jaw dropped. The woman looked no older than thirty-five at the absolute most. She was so beautiful she almost appeared to be radiating light.
Fleur's grandmother moved to hug Gabrielle before eying Hermione with a raised eyebrow. Gabrielle glanced at her before laughing.
"Ah, she 'as never met a full-blooded Veela before?" Gabrielle asked, looking amused before switching into French, "Grandmother, this is Hermione. She is Fleur's mate. Please excuse her surprise, she has never been around a full blooded Veela before."
"Bonjour," Fleur's grandmother greeted Hermione politely, reaching out to grasp one of her hands, "Je m'apelle Delphine,"
"Ah, bonjour Delphine," Hermione answered uncertainly. She glanced at Fleur.
"Grandmere does not speak English," Fleur explained. Hermione inwardly cursed. Although she supposed a language barrier was better than being spiked with Veritaserum.
Hermione hid her discomfort, instead smiling widely and leading Apolline and Delphine to the dining table. Apolline nodded coldly and Delphine was still watching her very closely. Hermione felt unsettled, like Delphine could see inside her soul.
The Delacour sisters set to bringing the food over to the table before joining Hermione and the elder women at the table. Apolline immediately poured herself a large glass of white wine and began sipping at it.
"I like your apartment, Fleur," Apolline said in a tight tone. Fleur seemed to relax a little and Hermione shot her an encouraging smile.
"Merci, Maman," Fleur replied, beginning to dish out lunch for everyone.
"Apolline has told me about the fact you exhibited Veela mating instincts towards this girl," Delphine said in French. Fleur murmured a translation to Hermione.
"That is correct, Grandmother," Fleur replied cautiously, waiting for Delphine's reaction.
"It is rare," Delphine replied, her face unreadably neutral. Hermione idly wondered if that was where Fleur got her brilliant poker face from. "As you know Veela are created with the ability to lure men with their thrall. It is uncommon to see any literary or art depictions of same-sex Veela couples. But this does not mean that they do not exist. There have been instances of Veela falling in love with women, or having a female mate."
"I knew it!" Gabrielle exclaimed, before translating for a confused Hermione. Hermione looked similarly triumphant. Fleur, however, was biting her lip.
"So what does this mean?" Fleur asked her Grandmother. She was unsettled by how stiff her own mother was, still sipping at her wine and not touching her food.
"It means that Veela will recognise Hermione here as your rightful partner," Delphine said with a smile, "As they should. Even part Veela must be obliged to recognise her as your rightful partner."
Gabrielle squealed before translating for Hermione. Fleur, however, still looked concerned.
"But my father?" Fleur asked cautiously. Delphine went silent, looking at Apolline. Gabrielle's smile faded from her face.
"Your father needs time," Apolline said slowly, placing her glass of wine down.
"What does that mean?" Gabrielle demanded. She looked positively furious.
"It means I have spoken to him at length about everything that your Grandmother has just told you now," Apolline replied, "But he is preoccupied with his own family lineage right now, rather than our Veela heritage."
"The Delacour name?!" Fleur exclaimed, "Even after all this, he is more concerned about his family name being tarnished?! Maybe he should have thought of that before he married a Veela."
"Calm, Fleur," Apolline chided, "He is my mate just as Hermione is yours. And he is your father. It is not the Veela heritage that is causing him issue. He is still struggling with the fact that you have fallen for a woman."
Gabrielle was translating for Hermione all this time, and as she got to the last sentence, Hermione stood up abruptly.
"Now, look here," Hermione hissed, "I have every respect for you as Fleur's mother but you and Jacques cannot continue to treat her this way. Its your job as parents to comfort Fleur when there is something scary and new in her life. Fleur shouldn't have to endure her father shunning her just because she doesn't fit into the cookie-cutter vision of a family he had."
Gabrielle translated for Delphine under her breath as she watched Apolline sit there silently stunned. Fleur was likewise speechless. Fleur and Gabrielle had never seen anyone stand up to their mother like that in their entire lives.
"Fleur…" Apolline said finally, "Zis mate of yours is very protective of you. I like it."
A smile quirked at her lips and she looked at Hermione with renewed interest.