Azentra: I'm sorry to disappoint but I'm not planning to go deeper on how Veela mates works. Honestly though, I'm not good at it. (Hahaha)

My main focus for this story is on how Fleur/ Hermione's love story began and how it will end. It's more like your typical pocket book love story.

Chapter eight

When we arrived in Hermione's home, the woman disappeared to her bedroom leaving me to tend for myself in her living room. The room was small and cozy and the last time that I was here I didn't get the chance to explore. There was the fireplace which was a common sight to wizarding houses the modern sets of sofa, the book shelves but what intrigues me the most are the photos that were hanging in the walls. I walked towards it and noticed that all the people in the pictures are not moving like I'm used to see in my home and other wizarding houses. Most of the pictures were of Hermione when she was a child; then a teenage Hermione sandwich between a man and woman, next to it was a picture of Hermione and Harry Potter in a library and another picture of them with Harry who was standing behind Hermione with his arms wrapped around the woman's waist while his chin rested on Hermione's shoulder as the two smiled in the camera, they look so young and innocent and coupley which stirred something unpleasant inside me.

"It was taken during Christmas holiday when Harry and I went home for a break and he stayed with my family." Hermione said from the living room's doorway looking at me.

"Are you two dating?" I don't want to ask the question but I need to be sure even if it might break me if the two of them are involved.

Hermione rolled her eyes and stood next to me facing the pictures on the wall. "I wouldn't have slept with you if Harry's my boyfriend."

"Even in the past, you two were not?"

Hermione shook her head. "No. He's my brother." She said and gestured at the picture of her teenage self with a man and woman. "And these are my parents but they are currently in Australia."

I nodded and looked at her curiously. "But the people in these photos don't move?"

"Ah… You do know that I'm muggle born right?" I nodded. "Well, people in muggle pictures don't move and it will be a strange sight if one of my nosy neighbors decided to pay me a visit and see that the people in the pictures hanging on my walls are moving." She laughed. "One of them might also call for an exorcist because they'll believe that my house was posses or something."

"I'm sorry for my ignorance. I do interact with muggles sometimes because of my job but I'm not that privy to all the things about muggle technologies."

"It's okay." Hermione shrugged. "Besides, if you are planning to stay close to me like you've said. You'll get use to them because most the things in this house are designed for muggles."

"I am and that will never change." I said firmly and followed Hermione when she left the living room and went to the kitchen. I took a seat next to the breakfast counter and watch as the woman move around. Hermione had changes out of her dress and now wearing a long sleeve shirt that reaches up to her knees and when she tip toed to grab the box of tea from the overhead cabinet, her shirt had ridden up revealing smooth white creamy thighs but I wasn't sure if Hermione was wearing any short pants beneath or its just her underwear because I can't see anything besides those enticing legs.

Looking at those thighs reminded me of the night that I spent with Hermione. How those legs wrapped around my waist as I give her pleasure. Hermione's firm butts that I held when I carried her to the bed. Hermione's moans when I suckled on those pert nipples….

I was pulled back to the present when a steaming cup of tea was placed in front of me and Hermione's scowling face was inches from mine.

"You are having dirty thoughts."

"What…?" I stuttered as I try to clear the haze in my mind.

Hermione leaned back and smirked. "I'm flattered that you are having dirty thoughts about me probably … but this is not the time for that, Miss Delacour."

I grab the cup and looked at Hermione. "And how sure are you that I was thinking about you, Miss Granger?" I asked with a smile as I took a sip.

Hermione just looked at me blankly and sighed before taking the seat next to mine. "Tell me about Veela culture and what will happen if I decided not to marry you despite the fact that I am your mate?"

I turned my body to face Hermione and took hold of both of her hands as I run my thumbs on top of them. Her skin was smooth and warm and I can remember how soft they are as they held tight on my shoulders when I thrust in and out of her that night.

"You are having dirty thoughts again." Hermione whispered and I laughed.

It was a refreshing feeling on how I was becoming predictable in front of this woman. But I don't mind one bit.

My sister was probably right about me changing.

"If a Veela finds their mate it's a lifetime commitment for them until they die even if said mate don't accept them."

"But what will happen to the Veela if their mate doesn't accept them?"

"Nothing tragic like death. The Veela will continue to live on but they cannot love another. But they can still marry but it will be a loveless marriage." I told her. I don't want to pressure Hermione in accepting me as her mate but it's better to reveal the truth now than wait and stir more problems in the future. I refuse to keep any secrets from her even if the result will cause me heart breaks. Consequences be damn, Hermione is an intelligent woman and I will respect whatever choices she make.

Two birds in one stone as people love to say….

"That is worse than death." Hermione looked at me horrified. "What about their mate. What will happen to them?" she asked, but I can see the silent question in her eyes. 'What will happen to me?'

I smiled at her in assurance and let go of her hands as I cradle her face. "The mate of the Veela can still love another even if they are mated to one."

'You can still love someone else.' Was my silent answer to the unvoiced question.

Hermione closed her eyes as she took a deep breath. "I won't say I love you…" she started and opened her eyes and looked at me, there was something new in those brown eyes that I can't decipher. "But…."

"But…?" I held my breath in anticipation as hope starts to bloom in my heart.

"Can we start slow?"

"How slow?" I whispered. I will take whatever she can offer as long that I can stay by her side. I'm willing to wait for however long it may take for her to love me.

"Hmmm… we can start with dating."

"Dating….? I can deal with that…" I agreed. "But I must ask… is there a limit on the things we can do?" I have to know because I don't want to overstep or cause Hermione any discomfort.

Hermione rolled her eyes and scoff. "What you are really asking is if we can have sex. Don't you?"

I laugh and kiss her. "Am I really that obvious?" I asked when I pulled away.

Hermione sighed and looked up at the ceiling in contemplation before looking back at me while trying to suppress her own laughter. "You… ugh… you are so lucky that I like you, Miss Delacour!" she exclaimed and wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me into a deep kiss.

"Wait… Does this mean that I can call you my girlfriend?"

"Yes."

A simple answer and I can feel my heart soaring with happiness!

Finally… an agreement…

I can rest at ease… I have my mate in my arms…

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It was the feeling of warm body press in front of me and the warm light that was coming through the thin curtains that was trying to block the morning lights that woke me. I was disoriented at first while trying to remember if where I am, until the events from yesterday and last night came back.

Hermione told me to stay when I told her that I'm apparating back to France. The woman was also adamant that I sleep next to her since we decided to start our relationship.

"There's no need for you to sleep in another room because it doesn't make sense now that we are dating." Hermione said as she pulled me to her room.

"It's still early. Go back to sleep." Hermione mumbled as she turned around and buried her face on my shoulder and wrapped an arm around my waist.

As much as I want to go back to sleep I can't. Well, how can I when the morning light was shining directly to my face and I can feel those smooth legs touching mine and those soft breasts that was pressed to my side is really distracting and enticing me at the same time. I stared at the ceiling then looked down at the body still press to my side when I felt the arm that was wrapped around my waist move, and then her hand started caressing my stomach under the pajama shirt that I was wearing. I remained still and quiet and let the hand roamed around, I bit my lower to suppress myself from making any noises when said hand went straight to my pajama bottom and beneath my underwear and started playing with the small patches of hair there as if enticing me to make a move.

"Oh…" I let out when the hand move down and started to play with my clit then move back up to my stomach. "Such a tease…" I mumbled and push Hermione on her back and hovered above her. Before she can say anything I leaned down and kiss her while grabbing both of her hands and pinning them above her head. I spread her legs wide and placed myself in between as I continue to kiss her.

I let go of Hermione's hands and sat up and quickly cast a wordless and wandless magic vanishing her clothes leaving Hermione naked beneath me.

"Fleur?!" Hermione exclaimed when she realized what I've done with her clothes.

"What? They are a hindrance." I answered in nonchalance.

"Oh my god… That sleepwear was my favorite." Hermione said still in disbelief.

"Are we seriously going to fight about your clothes instead of kissing and continuing to a more fun activity?" I asked with arched brow.

"I can't believe this… you just…" Before Hermione could continue with her rants I leaned down and silenced her with a kiss.

"Stop talking, Darling." I told her when I left her mouth and started moving my lips to her collar bone while one of my hands move to her chest until it reaches one of her breasts and gave it a slight squeeze.

Then things turned chaotic when the door was suddenly pushed open without warning and Harry Potter was standing in the doorway gawking at us.

"Harry!" Hermione shouted in embarrassment upon seeing the man as she tried to hide her nakedness which was an impossible ordeal since I'm hovering above her and her only choice is to pull me closer and wrap her arms around my back tightly. "Oh my god…!"

Harry for his part doesn't know how to react at the sight that was presented to him when he opened his best friend's bedroom door. "I…." he stuttered.

"Get out! You idiot!" Hermione shouted at him.

"Yes…. Of course… I'll just wait outside." Harry said embarrassed and pulled the door closed behind him.

"This is so humiliating…" Hermione groaned and I just buried my face on her shoulder as I try to smother my laughter. "And you are laughing… Fleur, this isn't the time for laughing. Harry saw me naked!" she exclaimed.

I turned my head to look at her since she's still holding me closed to her body. "But it's funny. Besides, I doubt that he'd seen anything since you are quick to grab me." I assured her.

"Still…!"

"Relax, Darling. I'm sure Harry is more embarrassed than you are right now." I told her and pulled away from her embrace. "Get dress. You have a guest waiting outside while I go back home so the two of you could talk." I said and got up from the bed. I grab my wand from the bedside table and accio'd my clothes from last night. "Can I burrow this?" I gestured down to the set of pajamas that I was wearing that Hermione had lent me last night.

Hermione nodded as she too stood up from the bed. "Can you wait a bit so that I can introduce you to Harry." She said as she quickly searches her closet for clothes and quickly puts them on.

Hermione step out of the room first and I followed behind her. We found Harry in the kitchen drinking coffee and stood up from his seat when he saw us came in.

"Coffee?" Harry offered to me with a smile as he raised his cup.

"I'd love to but I'm about to go home." I declined with a smile. "But we can grab one when we see each other again?"

"Of course." Harry agreed and puts down the cup back on top of the counter before offering his hand to me. "Harry Potter by the way," he said introducing himself.

"Fleur Delacour." I said and accepted his hand.

"You are the baby mama." Harry said with a broad smile and we both heard Hermione's 'Oh my god! Harry!'

I smiled and let go of Harry's hand and look at Hermione amused. "Baby mama…?" I teased her and Hermione just rolled her eyes.

"Stop encouraging him." Hermione grumbled.

As much as I want to stay longer and spend more time with Hermione, I can feel that the two friends had something to talk about. I said my goodbye to Harry and ask Hermione if I can use her floo. The woman walks with me to the living room and presented me with the jar full of floo powder.

I grab a handful of the green powder and kiss Hermione on the lips. "I'll be back as soon as I can." I told her before facing the fireplace and throwing powder into the fire and step on it after shouting 'manoir delacour'

"Welcome home." The voice of my mother greeted me when I step out of the fireplace. "I take it that things went well with Miss Granger seeing that you are coming home in pajamas."

"It's very unlikely for you to ambush your daughter like this, Maman." I told my Mother when I approach her and kiss both of her cheeks in greeting. "And yes, things went well but don't plan any wedding yet." I said as I walked towards the stairs that leads to the second floor where the bedrooms are.

"But things are good between you two?"

I looked over my shoulder to my mother when I reach the bottom of the stairs. "Yes and she's my girlfriend now." I admitted with a smile as I start to climb the stairs.