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
About a month had passed since Harry and Hermione talked, and things had gotten relatively back to their new normal. Fleur and Hermione were inseparable. Hermione had been offered to jump years since her age was revealed, and she was indeed the brightest witch of her age. She had declined for two reasons. First, knowing her brother needed all the help he could get in the years to come, as he would undoubtedly be at the center of it all and she wanted him prepared the best way he could be. Secondly skipping those grades would make her lose out on precious knowledge, knowledge that was only attainable in a classroom, not just books.
The mated pair took turns sleeping in each others rooms depending on their school needs. At the urging of Maxine a perpetual silencing charm was set on Fleur's room and bathroom adjoined. The wolf took that with a proud smirk and kissed her mate on the side of her head as The Giantess administered the charms herself. The same treatment had been administered at the same time by Professor McGonigal for Hermione's quarters. The professor didn't want to keep hearing her pack mate nightly due to her enhanced animingus hearing, she valued her sleep too much. The adult professors also added a pheromone blocker for the room so more incidents wouldn't happen nightly to their neighbors…
After Ron's punishment, which ended up taking every bit of two weeks, everyone had started calling him 'Tutu' much to his dismay. A few of the male students, notably Hufflepuffs had cornered him while he was cleaning and propositioned him for a night of fun. He had audibly gulped, but after learning his lesson he politely turned the gentlemen down. The most relentless student was a new transfer seventh year student Cedric Diggory. Ron could have sworn he saw the male sparkle in the sun but just shook his head and said thank you Cedric but no.
Ginny had daily taken a shift on Ron's punishment and helped him talk out his homophobia and just all around stupid attitude. Tough love seemed to really turn things around for the unruly teen and he had learned to take the flirting from the male population as an ego boost and even eventually relentlessly flirted back in a good natured teasing manner. He was becoming more secure in his masculinity thanks to Ginny. He had even made the first move to apologize to both Harry and Hermione as well as Fleur. The trio forgave him after a time thanks to Ginny's urgings, their trust however still needed to be earned.
Ginny had been Hermione's friend ever since the first summer Hermione shared Ginny's room. The two had struck a fierce friendship that no doubt would last their life. The sister of the Weasley boys was often overlooked, but had a great mix of mischief, fierce loyalty, humor, tenacity, and a general understanding of those around her since she could sit back and observe silently. She tended to pick up on much that most overlooked, which was why she was so good at pranking people.
Ginny's room was covered in Quidditch
Holyhead Harpies posters and paraphernalia, the famed all female team. Hermione always had her suspicions of Ginny's sexuality, but kept it to herself since the girl was in a deep sense of denial convincing herself she was in love with Harry. The upside was that Harry was oblivious to her friends crush and Hermione figured it would work itself out.
Victor had been quartered on the Bulgarian's ship for the first week recovering from his injuries, the creepy Professor Igor Karkaroff keeping watch over his star pupil. The Bulgarians began to plot against the Delacour flock deciding how to exact their revenge, this latest indignity would not stand!
Voldemort
Bellatrix had asked Hermione if she wanted to withhold any information from her father from their meeting. Knowing of the Black sister's position in the Dark Lord's ranks the young Riddle only replied, ' my mate, keep my mate safe.'
Tom knew through Bella that his daughter was indeed the brightest witch of her age, a fierce protector of her friends and indeed inherited her mother's ability to shift. This information pleased the Dark Lord and he soon summoned familiar followers to him.
'My Lord'
'Yes Mr. Greyback, Mr. Lestrange so good of you to come at such short notice. Sit, sit.
You undoubtedly are wondering why I asked you here, and being the loyal followers that you are I have use of your services.'
'Anything you need my Lord.' Answered Greyback
'Good then, by now I'm sure you have heard rumblings of my daughter?'
'Yes my lord the believed former mudblood friend of the-boy-who-lived is the one, Yeah?'
'Indeed, it appears that my daughter is more like her mother than most realize, she is a wolf shifter. This should be especially important information for you Greyback as I trust you to keep her safe being of similar species. I do not wish you both to do anything now, but at the end of The Tri-wizard tournament we will put a plan into place furthering our agenda. If my daughter comes into the mix I trust that you as a werewolf will come to my daughters aide.'
Greyback thought to himself that this young pureblood wolf girl would be a good breeding stock for him to build his own pack. It was rumored that she was a very powerful witch, good breeding stock indeed. Her strong spirit would be fun breaking as well he thought darkly to himself.
Lestrange and him had been plotting with some of the giants, vampires, as well as the goblins to break off once they heard of the young Riddle. They feared that much like the mother had affected Tom before that he would soften again under is daughters' influence. That bitch she-wolf Leah had almost dissuaded their lord from the last war. That was, until they fed the creepy Potter man the information about her whereabouts while giving birth. The raid they set up with their Lord was a perfect distraction to separate the two. Like they hoped, the creepy bloke took the chance and killed the creature in the most glorious of ways. Having believed his child had also been murdered had eventually drove their side back into the war with a vengeance, more fierce than before.
As powerful as their Dark Lord was, they knew he would have a soft side for his youngling he had yet to meet. They would give him the chance to prove he still wanted the war to further their side. If he did anything foolish, they would follow the plan the Goblin King was putting in place.
Fleur and Hermione
'Ow!'
'Oh shut eet! Cheri you are a big baby'
'Come on luv, it really does hurt.'
'Well maybe next time you try to take on an entire quidditch team by yourself, maybe you should make sure they don't have their wands. Or access to rocks...'
' they were on the bleachers above you looking down your dress!'
'Oh come on! That eez not so bad.'
'They made you drop you book so they could watch you bend over!'
'Again that wazen't so bad.'
'So you're just going to ignore when two of the boys grabbed your ass?! How about when three of them tried to hold me down so I couldn't get to you'
'Well I didn't say they didn't deserve you wolfing out on zem. It was incredibly sexy little wolf. But perhaps they have learned their lesson non?'
'Oui, let's hope so, they should know by now you are MY mate, and not to touch what isn't theirs! Even if you weren't my mate, that is no way to treat a lady, you are no one's possession! Those vile horrible boys don't deserve to…'
Hermione was stopped in her rant by her small mate placing a calming hand on her chest over her heart. 'Shhh cheri you were there, you my big protector, my sexy mate! I am so lucky to have you, you always take such good care of me.'
'And you me as well'. Hermione winced as Fleur had wiped a cleaning cloth over a gash on the brunette's eyebrow that hadn't been cleaned yet.
'Hush now little wolf, I will fix you up and make eet all better…and then I will make it all better .' Fleur wiggles her eyebrows at the last statement
Laughing Hermione said 'ok Fleur do what you must…however, the pain might be more bearable…if maybe you didn't have your shirt on?'
'Horny little wolf' Fleur smirked
'Says the Veela.' Hermione deadpanned
Fleur chuckled, but nonetheless removed her shirt and bra causing the wolf to begin to purr happily, now not noticing the stinging of the healing balm, content to stare at her beautiful imprint, occasionally groping her girl lightly further distracting herself from the pain.
'Oh by the way, you received a letter from the Order today, what did it say?'
'It was actually from Remus and Sirius wanting to take me under their wing it would seem. They wanted me to go on a hunt with them next weekend, seemed interesting at least. They said and I quote, -having a tabby cat as an alpha is ridiculous, and so they are offering instruction- I don't think anyone told them about my godfathers pack, but I figured it would hurt nothing and would be good to run in my fur next weekend anyway.'
Fleur chuckled at her taller mate and leaned down kissing her exposed shoulder. 'If they don't know about your godfather, I would not let them know, the less know about the pack the safer they will be.'
'I figured as much luv. There may come a time when I need their help, but the fewer people who know about them the better. I don't want them to meet the same fate as my mother. Anyway stop fussing with me, aren't you supposed to be sleeping by now, the first task is tomorrow. Maxine would have my hide if she knew you were staying up to play doctor to me.'
'Hmm ok, well no doctor…how about naughty nurse?'
The wolf growled out 'you better not start something you can't finish'
'Well if you can't perform, maybe I should find those strapping quidditch fel…'
Hermione growled out and with complete disregard to her injuries leaped up and pinned her imprint to the bed, arms above her head as she pushed her core into the French witch below her's own. Hermione's eyes transitioned to gold, a deep rumbling growing louder at her discontent.
The Veela has never been so turned on, she knew that she had pushed the wolf too far, but could not find it in her to be upset at how things had turned out in this moment.
The Veela in a move of submission turned her head to the side bearing her neck for her mate. The wolf wasted no time in kissing the expense of skin, licking her way up to the smooth jaw.
'I will finish this here and now! You are mine, as I am yours! If I have to show you all night to prove my point I will, tournament be damned!'
Much to giantesses dismay, she did just that.
