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
Rawr…Catnip thief…rawr…catnip thief! You and Bird woman need to get up
'Five more minutes mum'. Sleepily mumbled Hermione as she swatted at the tiny being on her chest
Crookshanks jumped back from the arm, but then went back into position and kneaded the wolf's sternum.
Catnip thief, danger! Danger!
'The correct answer is…zzzzz…professo..zzz'.
Your homework is on fire
Hermione bolted awake in a panic
'Wha..?' She looked around only to find her imprint fast asleep and her familiar looking up to her from the bottom of the bed blinking
-Crooks? What's going on, where's the danger?
You forgot to feed me last night, and I'm hungry
…
…
-seriously, that's why you woke me up?
… duh
'Where did he even learn that phrase from?... Oh yeah watching movies with the boys this summer…' Hermione mumbled to herself as she searched through her trunk for the cat food and water she stored there. She refilled the bowls and went back to bed, mumbling about cranky cats
I heard that
Whatever, can I sleep now your majesty?
He he he, yeah I guess so, just don't make Bird woman yell this morning, she's loud when you both do the naked human thing
The months passed following the first task, and fall gave way to winter.
'The Yule Ball is a tradition…'. Professor McGonagall spoke to the collection of fourth through seventh year Gryffindor and Beauxbaton students as those were the ones whom would be attending the event. Each head of house were addressing their students on the matter and Gryffindor and Beauxbaton were together, as were Slytherin and the Bulgarians. Hermione would happily spend many pounds to see Professor Snape give dancing lessons.
Hermione had been excited to hear about the upcoming ball as she would be able to enjoy a night of fun with her beautiful imprint. They had not had a chance to dance together yet and she could not wait.
Part of her allowance she had secretly saved went to lessons in all sorts of things she deemed would help her in her future endeavors. Thankfully, ballroom dancing had been one of those investments she had made. With such a beautiful date, and a champion at that, she would be appalled if she would not be able to honor her imprint with a worthy performance.
The Delacour's had been going to balls dancing since birth practically, so she knew her imprint would dance flawlessly.
She was sitting amongst her friends with Fleur sitting on the row below her leaning back into her between her legs. Hermione's arms were slung loosely over the Veela's shoulders hands being held by the smaller woman. The wolf had her chin on Fleur's shoulder purring contently.
Their friends had gotten used to their usual sitting position and the professors even allowed it as long as they kept it as innocent they were now.
Hermione was so perfectly content and lost in thought that she didn't notice she had closed her eyes. This however did not escape her alpha's view however.
'Miss Riddle if I am boring you, perhaps you and Miss Delacour would be so kind as to provide a demonstration of a dance. Since you must be proficient enough to not pay attention.'
Hermione's eyes bolted open at the call of her name, a blush quickly adorning her cheeks. She, however noticed Ron was sporting matching red cheeks and he was in an almost intimate embrace of the professor? He must have been the poor soul she first used as her demonstration. Wonder just how long I had spaced out…
A Scottish clearing of a throat brought her back
'Of course professor.' Hermione replied
Thankful of her previous lessons, the wolf gracefully stood up and offered her hand to the blonde bombshell she had been previously cuddling.
'May I have this dance my love?'
Laughing Fleur stood and replied,
'Always'
The unmistakable sound of operatic perfection filled the room as a record of Maria Callas singing a selection from the opera Carmen. It's tune was one very similar to a traditional tango.
Realizing the challenge her alpha threw down she transfigured one of her scrolls of notes quickly to a rose. Hermione delicately slid the rose down her imprints face. Fleur seeing the challenge for what it was grabbed the stem when it reached the bottom of her throat, she then moved it to her mouth and bit down. Fleur twirled around placing her backside to Hermione. She slowly dipped down the wolf's front, bringing one arm behind to place behind her neck as she worked her way down.
Hermione stood there as Fleur traveled down, then placed her hands on either side of the Veela as she swayed them both from one side to upright cheek to cheek. Once upright Hermione spun Fleur to where they were facing, she grabbed the rose and threw it away. Fleur smirked sexily placing a hand on the Gryffindor's jaw slowly stroking from ear to jaw. Hermione let out a low purr to this, and took the hand and spun Fleur away and back to her, stopping abruptly Fleur's backside to Hermione's front. Hands sliding all over the Veela's body. Hips moving in time. Fleur pushed off of the wolf, walking slowly away, only to turn and bring one finger in a come hither motion.
The give and take of the dance spoke volumes of their relationship. They weren't perfect, they had many arguments, they were both strong willed witches, how could their relationship not get heated at times.
A twirl into each others front and Fleur locked one leg over Hermione's hip and Hermione grabbed the Veela's hip and walked backwards dragging Fleur along for a few paces, all while staring deeply into each other's eyes, fire blazing behind their stares.
This back and forth in their relationship did not mean they did not get along well, quite the opposite. They would do like this, a dance of sorts of their opinions or feelings as they ebb and flow between themselves to an explosive conclusion, usually ending in sex. They always respected the others' opinions, but that did not make them docile. No, Hermione was the dominant one in her relationship, and Fleur was to be the alpha of her flock so strength of will was in their nature.
They danced, teased, twirled and had several almost kisses throughout their show, much to the amazement of their peers.
Hermione would have her back turned to Fleur as the Veela would wrap her arms around her from behind closing her eyes and touching the smaller girl's arms only to break free, turn around and as Fleur retreated backwards Hermione would walk forward with purpose. Give and take, ebb and flow.
Fleur would walk away a few paces only to have Hermione grab either arm outstretched leg lengthened behind her head bowed. Both frozen from time to time in their poses, flawless in their dance, as if they had perfected this from the beginning of time.
The dance went on for the four and a half minutes of the tune ending in a deep dip, placing one chaste kiss on Fleur's throat to end the dance. They slowly rose to a chorus of applause. The pair looked at each other and giggled happily at their friends and flock's responses.
The applause died down and the professor interjected, 'well as impressive as they display was I have to deduct ten points from Gryffindor for Hermione distracted during class, however seeing as she indeed does know properly of the subject matter and with a rather amazing display I award fifteen points to Gryffindor. Don't let me catch you not paying attention again Miss Riddle.'
'Yes, certainly professor.' Hermione replied smirking
The class went on and eventually the group was told to begin practicing and danced the remainder of the time allotted.
The Yule ball was to be held on Christmas night, and so plans to see family for the holiday was set to be happening the next day, as that was when the students would be released to their parents.
Hermione had sent her godmother Andromeda a note with sizes, brand specifics, pictures, and the appropriate pounds to get her the perfect outfit for the Yule Ball. As she would not be able to get away to muggle London to procure the perfect outfit she had seen at the last year's fashion week. She knew this was an important event that she would need to compliment her date, whom she knew would be flawlessly dressed.
Her godmother was overjoyed she could do this for her goddaughter and owled her immediately her compliance to her request.
Two days later when the mail came Owl Pacino came barreling into Hermione's sizable breakfast with a crash, Hermione chuckled untying the box from the peculiar birds leg. The bird shook its head flinging bits of food and stood up hooting its anger at the offending porridge that covered the birds head now.
Hermione full on laughed at that, as she quickly charmed the bird clean, petted it's head and offered the bird bacon, the owl chewed the offered bacon and then happily chirped as it flew away.
Hermione didn't bother to open the box, as she already knew of its contents.
'So what's in the box love? Is it the mysterious outfit you won't tell me about? Hmmm?'
'But of course luv, I have to have some mystery left to me now, don't I?'
'Mione what's with the weird bird and the box?' Harry asked
'Sorry, err yeah it's what I'm wearing to the Yule Ball, don't want to be stuck with what Tutu seems to be wearing.'
They all slowly turned their heads to a blithering red head going on about his stinky Aunt something or other, while emphatically waving a burgundy robe, that looked more like old timely pj's a clown would wear.
Turning back to each other they chuckled and settled back down. Hermione had shrunk the box to put in her robe pocket for until she was back in her dorm room.
'So what's with all the secrecy with your outfit, I mean won't you two be getting ready together anyway?' Ginny asked
Fleur grumbled something in French, then said 'non she wants eet to be a surprize'. She said and then rolled her eyes.
Lavender having heard that squealed, 'oh Merlin! Hermione, we just HAVE to get ready together then, I know just the thing to help with that mane of hair, and oooh your makeup! Can't have a champion's date look less than perfect, can we? You will be representing our house after all'
Hermione sat dumbfounded, yes clothes came easy, but hair and makeup charms seemed to escape her. Lavender, while not the brightest of witches was certainly very skilled at such charms. They had never really gotten along, not because of any fights, it was just that they ran in different social circles, but she was not one to let the offer slip by. So she graciously smiled at her fellow Gryffindor.
'I would be honored with your help Lav. Thank you'.
Fleur huffed, but Hermione leaned forward and kissed her jaw resting her forehead against the Veela breathing in her calming scent.
'Relax my love, it will be worth it trust me'
'Ok, ok. But you better be ready on time'. Fleur demanded as Hermione grabbed the Veela's jaw bringing them in for a sweet kiss. Lips millimeters apart and said, 'I wouldn't miss it for the world luv.'
Just out of the corner of her eye she saw a small blonde terror who had grown taller throughout the year come closer with a glint in her eye.
'Oh Merlin, what now?' Hermione mumbled
Fleur turned her head and began laughing, excited to see how this would play out.
Coming their way was a smaller version of Fleur, her sister Gabrielle smirking as she walked with purpose up to Hermione.
'Az much az we all know zat you, sexy wolf would razer take me to the Yule Ball, I will not hurt my sister's pride by asking you to take me. However, I cannot let such a beauty go alone, non I must save ze damzel in distress.'
'What damsel is in distress Gabby?' Hermione asked nervously
Slightly turning to Hermione's right she zeroed in on the youngest Weasley.
'You sexy one are by no chance anyone's lazt choice, you are my first choice. Chérie, would you do me the honor of accompanying me to the Yule Ball?' Gabrielle asked as she produced a butterfly and flower charm that floated in the air above Ginny and landed softly on her hand.
Ginny was shocked, because no, she wasn't asked by anyone, but she had been pining over Harry, and so had gotten distracted. She was often forgotten, as a sidekick, a friend, nothing more, no one thought of her as something desired. She was just Ginny, nothing impressive. This had to be a joke.
However, from what she had seen previously the young Frenchwoman was hilarious by nature, giving her twin brothers a run for their money. This offer seemed serious in a way though, even though it was made in such a manner she could tell the girl meant it, which confused her, but maybe it was just friendly? No one had asked her, she wasn't even sure if she would get to go, her and Gabby were pretty close in age though , what harm could come with such an innocent proposal?
After all she wasn't gay…every girl had posters of the Holyhead Harpies, didn't they? …and yeah, well maybe she was a little bit like a tomboy, but that's just an old stereotype, besides didn't most people stare at the same sex and think that they looked good, could admire their perfectly shaped breast and round behind and wanted to suck on their breast until they made the other woman…
'Oh my god I'm a lesbian!' Ginny loudly blurted out, not realizing where she was, nor that the entire Great Hall had gone quiet at her outburst.
'Well zat eez most fortunate for me zen since I did just ask you to the ball hmm? Alzough it iz most helpful zat you are an athlete, so you can keep up with me, I am a Veela, we are known for our stamina' Throughout her response she had straddled the Weasley's youngest lap, placing her hands on either side of her prey's body. This movement effectively trapped the girl on the bench.
Ginny blinked several times, getting turned on looking into impossibly deep blue eyes
…
…
Finally coming back to herself, she shook her head, 'umm yes?'
Gabrielle smiled, 'hmm that sounded more like a question, let me simplify it for you, yes to the sex or yes to the ball my sexy redhead? I would be happy wiz both az well, we Veela mature very early in life after all, sexually speaking.' Gabrielle said while rubbing the Ginger's jawline tantalizingly slowly leaning in and kissed Ginny slowly, softly
'Umm..yes, Merlin yes!' Ginny moaned out between kisses, until she realized where she was.
Ginny got up detangling herself, ' umm.. I mean, no sex, err.., I mean..uh both yes..umm..GAH! I have to go' she then ran away as fast as her legs could carry her.
Silence filled the hall for a few moments
The declaration from the usually confident popular girl was a surprise to all but a few who had an inkling of a suspicion of her orientation.
The silence went on until Gabrielle laughed turning to Fleur simply stating
'I still got it sis'. Gabrielle said, the she sauntered away, whistling a happy tune oblivious to the stunned expressions of the Great Hall, all but Hermione however, who had simply facepalmed in response.
