So I think I have written and re-written this chapter 3 times…trying to get this just right

Disclaimer: one reviewer graciously pointed out that my explanation of Hermione's parentage would not be considered pureblood by the original stories' standards…as Tom Riddle was a half blood and Leah was a magical creature…so let's just agree it's artistic license and go with it. I will be going back to the first chapter and updating to reflect that. Sorry for any confusion that may have caused. That being said, if something else seems a little off from the original story just assume it's the same thing and just the way my mind works

NSFW! Not with our two leading ladies…but definetly lemons!

italics =spoken French

italics underlined =Hermione's thoughts

bold =Fleur's thoughts


Daughter of the dark and moon

hidden in mud

Will meet her match with a bird of prey

Their union will be realized in a fury of

Fur joining feathers.

Destined to turn the tide

of the greatest war

Their love will save us all


7

Fleur

Tri-wizard champion…I can't believe I got picked….

It was evening and the names had been picked for the champions to represent their schools. Victor as suspected was picked, she had been picked, and then in a twist Harry Potter had also been picked. It was quite the scandal when the headmaster said his name. Harry had stood up and yelled "ok who put my name in? I swear to Merlin I will find out! Professor I refuse to compete in this contest I DID NOT ENTER!" He then stood up and stormed out of the Great Hall.

Snape had rolled his eyes and had been sent to collect the unruly teen quickly. Five minutes later being dragged by his ear he had been led to the hall where the other teen competitors awaited.

Fleur and Victor had been seething at each other. Ready to get in a full on argument when the Professor and young Harry had joined them. After the rules and instructions were handed out to the three champions they were released for the night. Victor jostled Fleur's shoulder as he passed and she growled in response, her eyes flickering a golden hue.

As they made their way up to join the others who were still lingering in the Great Hall Fleur could hear many criticizing the young Potter. Harry's supposed best mate Ron was the loudest in opposition to Harry's representation of their school. This made Fleur think he was just jealous and rolled her eyes in response.

Fleur had a brief conversation with Madame Maxine and was released to her free time tonight, which is how she found herself wandering the halls at twilight to clear her mind. Passing by one particularly dark classroom she could have sworn she heard soft banging and moaning…she moved closer unable to stop the pull she felt…

"petit louve!...don't stop! Mmmmmm" MON DIEU!

Ah so that's what I'm hearing, lucky them…she chucked to herself but had some residual anger for some reason, like it should be her on the other side of that door...her Veela growled to her something about 'mine'…Fleur shook her head and thought her Veela was just cranky.

She slowly retreated and couldn't stop her curiosity when she heard the door latch open and a seventh year blonde French student looking very satisfied and slightly mussed exited the classroom. Seeing a lingering, slow, and sensual kiss to a very attractive brunette with her eyes closed. She heard the Gryffindor whisper something she couldn't quite make out in French as the young Beauxbaton student slinked away slowly. Stumbling as she took her exit.

So…this must be the petit louve I keep hearing about…seems like it's not all hype. She is quite smooth and beautiful.. I wonder what color of eyes she…

Suddenly her thought process was interrupted when she stumbled over a broom she didn't see in her path. This caused said brunette to smirk and saunter over to the prone Veela. Keeping her eyes down she offered her hand and helped the young Delacour up. Once standing she noticed that the brunette was slightly taller than her, and smelled like the sweetest scent she had ever experienced. A kiss was placed on Fleur's hand and using her other the brunette wandlessly produced a flower saying while looking down , " a pretty flower for a pretty lady"

Fleur said "smooth, very smooth, your reputation precedes you petit louve but know that I am not that easy to impress"

"People of importance never are…" the brunette beauty was distracted by sound coming from the hallway before she could look up. She released the hand she was holding, turned without pause and said over her shoulder " until next time beautiful"

Surprised and flustered at the swift shift, Fleur questioned "what is your name?"

The brunette stumbled to a stop abruptly, but recovered saying "I don't have much use for names these days Fleur Delacour "


Hermione

Anger hot bubbling anger coursed through her blood and skin, " JAMES F-ING POTTER! You're joking , right?!" She yelled at her letter for the twentieth time.

She knew from all accounts Harry's father was a right git growing up, why Lilly went for James and not Snape she would never know. The pictures of him as a kid alone was enough proof for Hermione to have her mind made up of the twerp. She had thought as he aged he had turned into a good guy. Apparently not. The letter had gone on to say that this was not The Order's plan, but James and a few friends alone, not even his wife knew what he did. This soothed her frazzled nerves slightly knowing that The Order she so proudly belonged to wasn't behind her mothers' murder.

Her parents, Merlin that was still weird to think, both were no angels, far from it. Voldemort was hell bent on pure blood supremacy as well as power. He had killed and ordered the deaths of so many, she had trouble dealing. Leah, her mother was tenacious and fiercely loyal to her mate almost to a fault. She hadn't grown up in this world, and it wasn't like she couldn't understand the intricacies of what was at stake, she just didn't care. For her it was simple, protect her pack and defend their lands. Some instincts just can't be ignored.

Apparently the only person who knew Hermione was alive was James. Leading the others to believe she had died along with her mother. He hid her from even those he trusted the most. The placement with the Grangers was one done in haste. Voldemort never even saw his daughter, as Leah had given birth unexpectedly while he was away on mission.

After downing polyjuice potion James introduced the Grangers to a young Hermione and then forged birth documents stating that the Grangers were the birth parents and that she was much younger than she looked. The spell was cast and they never knew otherwise. James didn't even look into who these people were, and didn't even take into account that they never wanted kids in the first place. He just dropped her off at the first muggle house he saw when he apparated to the first London suburb he went to.

So not only am I a pureblood, but I'm also part warewolf/shifter or whatever. Will I change too, I know my mom did, but that was an anomaly…I know I can transfigured objects well, but maybe that's why I cant transfigured myself into an animingus…distracted by too much on her mind she felt hot all over, like she was coming down with a fever that desperately needed to break. " I need to calm down..I need…"

Suddenly a thought creeped into her head, she didn't need violence, she needed distraction to clear her mind. Maybe a certain French connection could soothe her nerves. She would not stop tonight, she needed more, she needed release….she needed to feel a young woman screaming in ecstasy, writhing in her arms.

With a focus she rarely gave anything outside of the library she cleared her mind and left the comfort of her dorm for the first time that day.

It was evening after the evening meal and most were already at their dorm rooms or common rooms. This left the hallways blissfully almost empty. Hermione however knew of a certain seventh year blonde beauty who had stolen a kiss or two in the library before and always wanted more…maybe I shouldn't leave her so…un satisfied today…Hermione smirked ask she thought and growled?...to herself.

So with this thought she headed over to where she had seen that particular beauty from time to time lingering


Mmmmm petit louve!

Hermione had Colette, the seventh year blonde French student, against the door of an abandoned classroom. Her blue dress was half off her body showcasing her amazing breast and Hermione had her dress bunched up around her waist. Her hand was encased in the young French witch, only her thumb was outside the amazing heat putting pressure on Colette's silky clit. The French woman had her legs me arms wrapped around Hermione in an equal state of undress, with their perky breast pressed together. Colette squeezing not only Hermione's hand from the inside but her back, occasionally scratching her nails leaving red marks in its wake. Hermione was in pure ecstasy, pumping powerfully into the blonde. Whispering sweet nothings, encouraging the older witch into her 3rd or was it her 4th orgasm of the night, she pushed on. Gently but firmly she pushed and held finally the French witch screamed

"petit louve!...don't stop! Mmmmmm" MON DIEU!

Hermione slowed down her movements and kissed the beauty passionately. Wandlessly dressing both of them she opened the door all the while whispering sweet nothings in her ear placing a gentle kiss on her lips. Collette smiled and began walking away stumbling slightly and Hermione chuckled to herself, until she heard a sound off to the side and one Fleur Delacour lying prone on the ground.

Hermione sauntered over to help the other blonde beauty up she felt her chest almost vibrate and a foreign voice distantly speak 'mine'. Hermione shook her head and wandlessly produced a flower stating 'a pretty flower for a pretty lady'. As she kissed her hand eyes downcast

The blonde said "smooth, very smooth, your reputation precedes you petit louve, but know that I am not that easy to impress"

Hermione thought, well she knows about me, that's good… she definetly doesn't disappoint, I haven't seen her since the first day, and yet I haven't been able to get her out of my mind...something is different about her, and why does she smell so good?

She replied

"People of importance never are…" but before she could even get a glimpse of her eyes a sound in the distance was made, and for some reason her anger spiked at being interrupted, not wanting to scare the beauty she turned without pause and said over her shoulder " until next time beautiful"

Surprised and flustered at the swift shift, Fleur questioned "what is your name?"

Hermione really didn't want to begin to think how to describe how she was the daughter of the darkest wizard in England…she would hate me…the thought made her silently whimper unconsciously…she stumbled to a stop abruptly, but recovered saying "I don't have much use for names these days Fleur Delacour "