A/n: ok so I'm going to start playing around more with the timeline and diverge more from cannon, I've been writing on this chapter for the last month trying to get this the way I wanted it.

I'm really not good at describing clothing and hair, but it's the Yule ball and you just can't skip that…so here goes my first attempt at in depth clothing/ hair descriptions …hope you guys enjoy going to the Yule Ball with our leading ladies! This will be a two parter, so the bulk of the actual Yule ball will happen next chapter.

Italics = spoken French


'Oh Merlin Herm you look so good! You will break a loads of hearts for sure tonight' Lavender gushed 'I can not believe you got Andromeda to owl you that outfit, you just look simply smashing! Fleur is going to jump you first thing when she sees you!'

Hermione laughed at this, she was standing, looking at the mirror in her dorm room after Lav finished the last charm on her. She had been pleasantly surprised that the makeover was such a fun affair, Lavender was a bubbly witch that made everyone feel welcomed in her presence. Hermione mused that she would make a wonderful politician someday in the future with her temperament.

Hermione looked once more down at her outfit smiling. She had made a habit of following London's fashion weeks, a muggle guilty pleasure of hers. Since she finally had the funds to procure what she wanted, she could think of no better reason then to be fittingly dressed to match her gorgeous imprint.

She had been sent black three inch heels, tight black tuxedo pants that looked like they had been painted on, a white button up tux shirt with black studs that were buttoned up three-quarters of the way stopping just above her cleavage, and a fitted female black tux jacket. This tux jacket had a low popped lapel/ collar that was white with black trim, and held together in the middle by a gold chain with a small ruby jewel in the center on either side(a nod to her being in Gryffindor, as the original had an emerald jewel). This outfit looked feminine, elegant, but also very sexy at the same time. She would be the perfect compliment to Fleur's dress of choice whatever that might be, as the Veela refused to tell her what she was wearing if her mate was also being stubborn, which caused Hermione to chuckle at her imprint's antics. They would make a striking pair that was for sure.

Lavender took one look at the outfit and decided to take the head of unruly curls and straighten it, making layers of the hairs framing her face. It gave an easy breezy kind of vibe to it, while still coming across as elegant. Fleur would want to do nothing but run her hands through the wolf's hair with how smooth it looked.

Hermione couldn't be happier with how her look turned out. They had finished with about fifteen minutes to spare and noticing the time she rushed out of the room, thanking Lavender as she left.

Hermione paused at the top of the final stairs in front of where she was to meet her champion, to find her girl. Scanning the crowd she finally saw her. Hermione's breath caught in her throat, Fleur had really outdone herself. She was dressed in a gown all in white. The dress had sleeves that were the length of Muggle t-shirts, the dress was form fitting as well, and was floor length, her top had intricate designs it gave the illusion that it was clasped at her throat but had a cutout in a floral shape to reveal her generous chest below, her dignity was definitely in tact but you could see that she was not wearing a bra, and a view of her sternum was on display as well as a peak of her side breast.

Hermione briefly wondered how she got away with wearing that deliciously revealing gown at a school function, but then remembered that being a Veela had afforded Fleur plenty of leeway in her clothing choices for the evening.

She didn't realize just how long she had been staring until she heard the laughter of her imprint below her.

'Mmm don't you just look tempting mate. Stop ogling me and come down here.' Fleur laughingly spoke

This broke Hermione out of her trance, as she slightly stumbled down the steps before she shook her head and confidently strode towards her lover.

'Don't you know it's not good to tease the big bad wolf? I could just eat you up.' Hermione spoke into her imprints neck as they embraced.

Grinning Fleur responded, 'what if that was my plan for later?'

'Cheeky witch, don't play with fire tonight, I cannot be held responsible for what I might do with you in that gown, or should I say once I get you out of said gown.'

'Oh this old thing?' Fleur asked in mock innocence as she placed a hand on her mate's waist and the other on her cheek leaning into the taller witch. She looked up and brushed the backside of her hand slowly down Hermione's cheek causing a purr to emanate from the wolf. 'My Maman designed it for me, she knew there was to be a Yule ball and sent it in the carriage. I'm guessing you approve.' The Veela practically purred in response

A low growl released from Hermione as she backed the blonde witch to the nearest wall and began kissing deeply. Moaning loudly the French witch began to almost mindlessly unbutton the wolf's shirt when a clearing of throat broke them from their lust induced trance

'Miss Riddle, Miss Delacour this is a hallway, not a brothel, do detangle yourselves, you are supposed to be announced shortly.'

Came the Scottish statement from Professor McGonagall. The pair would have thought the professor was angry, if not for the slight upturn of her lips and mirth in her eyes

'Come little ones, you have some hearts to break inside.' With that the professor winked, turned, and walked towards the other assembled champions.

Hermione leaned her forehead and rested it on her imprints as well. They both let out a breathy chuckle.

'You really do look quite fetching Hermione, where ever did you find such an outfit? Not standard wizarding robes, but you do look tres sexy'. The Veela said while looking up and down her mate's form.

'Guilty pleasure really, growing up I loved watching fashion week in London and had seen this particular outfit, so I owled Andromeda when I learned of the Yule Ball. With my new wealth I was able to finally afford the ensemble. I knew you would be dressed impeccably and I wanted to try and match your grace and beauty without distracting from it.'

Fleur smiled at this and grasped Hermione's neck on either side placing a chaste kiss on supple lips, then leaning back. 'I suppose we should be going, we will be introduced soon, wouldn't want to upset your tiny Alpha…'

'Well not all alphas can be quite as sexy as you luv, however it is unnerving that such a slight being would have such a commanding presence.' Hermione chuckled.


A day earlier…

Bella had been forced into marrying Rodolphus Lestrange upon graduating from Hogwarts. The unexpected departure of her sister Andromeda had forced Belatrix into compliance from her overbearing father. Her sister had done the unthinkable for a Black, she had married a mudblood, she had married for love, and was cast out from the family henceforth.

Bella had known for a long while that she favored the fairer sex. What Rod had not anticipated upon their marriage was that they would never consummate their union. Belatrix felt the man was beneath her, dumb as a box of rocks, with his blood purity as his only redeeming quality in the eyes of her father. She would not sully herself with the disgusting and cruel man. He had wondering eyes and she knew he would never be loyal anyway, so marrying him had been only to appease her parents and take the pressure off her baby sister.

Belatrix had not been nearly as maniacal as her public persona led others to believe. She was in complete control of her mental faculties. The persona kept those in the dark lord's ranks in line, no one crossed the dark lord's lieutenant.

Her long time secret lover was beyond understanding of her. They had been together for over fifteen years, placed on opposite sides of the wars, Bella was the perfect double agent. Only herself and her secret lover knew of her status, not even the seemingly all knowing Dumbledore knew. If anyone had found out on either side, they would both be in serious danger.

Their love affair began innocent enough. The young dark witch would challenge the slightly older witch daily at school. Both would be flustered, later they would discover it was just sexual tension mounting to a boiling point. The relationship happened a week before Belatrix graduated from Hogwarts.

They had another one of their arguments during an after school study session. Bella was top of her class and took every opportunity to better herself, studying harder than most and often requesting extra study sessions with the professors to pick their brains.

It was during this particular study session with the first year professor when they got into each other's faces. Neither witch could tell you, if asked, who kissed first but once they did it was electric, they were a moaning mess of bodies clinging to limbs, not knowing where one started and the other stopped. Bella had picked up the witch and slammed her into the wall and continued to devour the young professor. She kissed her elder deeply probing her mouth with her skilled tongue. Ending the sweet kiss with a bite to her bottom lip pulling slightly and erotically. She kissed down the witch's lithe neck while muttering strong wards and silencing charms on the office, and removing the outer robes of her professor.

Belatrix loved to dominate, she loved seeing the usually put together and commanding witch so in charge of every situation writhing underneath her begging for release. They hadn't even bothered with a bed, they simply devoured each other where they were, they used every surface of the office, couches, desks, walls, floors, ending in front of the roaring fireplace of the office on the shaggy soft rug.

'That's it luv cum for me!' Bella cooed

'Ooohhhh bellllllaaaaa!' The witch screamed as she clutched onto the dark witch's back bringing their naked bodies closer, feeling the Black sister thrust her hand deeper into herself, growing wetter and wetter for her witch. She couldn't bring it within herself to feel bad for falling for the young dark witch. In a week she would be gone and was promised to another. She would have her first, and maybe just maybe she would be hers forever. They locked eyes as she screamed her release longing and loving looks deepened. They knew in that moment that this was not just a one time fling, this was a promise of forever.

'Oh Minerva, you looks so beautiful like this' Bella spoke softly caressing her face, kissing her cheek sweetly.

'Aye lass I suppose the tabby's out of the bag on my feelings about you now…' Minerva blushed as she buried her face into the younger witch's neck

'Oh come on luv, don't get shy now.'

'But I'm so much older than you.'

'Oh nonsense, we're not that far apart, besides we fit so deliciously well together don't you think?' Bella asked as she thrust into her witch below her.

'Ooh,..umm..ahh…oh yes I…umm ahh agree'. Minerva half spoke/ half moaned out.

They went a few more rounds until they paused speaking of times to come, and discussed the impending arranged marriage, and war. Bella reassuring Minerva of her intentions towards her and they devised a plan. That very night they would apparate away to Minerva's home and marry in secret. She would only ever truly be Minerva's from this point on. She took the name McGonagall in secret and was married by the McGonagall family priest sworn to secrecy with an unbreakable vow. Things moved quickly for the both of them, but Bella was always an impulsive witch, an Minerva had already lost one love playing the waiting game and would not do so again.

They discussed the upcoming war and Bella knew with her fake marriage to Lestrange, she would be pushed into the dark side of the war and the young professor would be on the other side. They would find a way to make it work, and Bella would do anything for her lover.

She never did buy into the whole blood purity nonsense, but played her part well throughout the years, she had been on the harsh receiving end of her father's rants and if Bella knew anything, it was how to survive and avoid a beating from her father. Cignus was not a kind man, and raged on about those unpure witches and wizards quote 'diluting the blood'. Bella could not wait to be far away from him. She knew she could get away without the marriage to the loathsome troll, but her love for her baby sister ran deep. She could fake this marriage and protect her Cissy, then any discomfort would be worth it. The declaration warmed the Scottish witch's heart for the fierce love she shared for her sister.

It was with this knowledge that they made the plan to have Bella be a double agent for the light, to keep everything from everyone thus insuring Bella's Saftey. Minerva could not trust anyone with her wife's saftey, the risks were too high.

They were beyond happy at finding each other, their discomfort at being separated often was an easy price to pay in order to be with the other. They found every opportunity to meet and even found ways of allowing Bella to apperate directly into Hogwarts at any given time undetected.

The years went on and Bella played her part well in the war, too well it would seem as she was wrongfully accused of torturing the Longbottoms to insanity. Minerva almost broke their secrecy to save her beloved, but Bella urged her not to, she knew the Dark Lord would rise again and she would be needed a second time. Her stay in Azkaban would only solidify her place among the death eaters, so she did her time. Those long years in prison changed Bella, not in the way you would think, no she loved even deeper, she would stop at nothing to be with her Min, she would save as many light as she could, she would be with her witch as often as she could provided she was right and would be released.

This is why she could often be found once freed, like tonight wrapped up in nothing but a sheet writhing on top of her witch close to release, riding the older witch's hand for all its worth.

'That's it beautiful, c'mon lass'

'Min I'm gunna…I'm gunna…!ahhhhhhh!' Bella said as she collapsed on top of her witch. Slowly gently rolling slightly off of Minerva still cuddled into her side.

'Baby Vega is active tonight, she really will be like her name-the brightest star in our sky.' Bella said as she lovingly caressed her wife's small abdomen.

The deeper connection they shared caused an unplanned but not unwanted magical pregnancy. Their love created life within Minerva, and Bella was over the moon with excitement for her little one.

As soon as Minerva would be showing they knew Bella would come clean and finally would be able to live with her wife full time. She was a fierce fighter, and felt deeply how much she was helping their cause, but her daughter would not grow up without her mom, and her mama by her side. Bella outright demanded that by the end of the school year she be able to end the charade and enjoy peace with her wife. Minerva and her had several arguments, especially since they would need her on the dark side more now than ever before, but Bella would not budge.

'Six months luv, that's all the time I will give them, then I'm yours. The last day of school be ready, because wether you like it or not I'm moving in.' Bella had said tonight before they had begun their ministrations.

She had given up so much for their cause, to give up that precious time with her child she would never do, it was the final straw to her commitment. She had seen firsthand what that kind of grief could do to a man, she would stay and protect her family.

It was this reason she smiled deeper, 'not too long my love, and we can be like this forever.' Bella smiled as she leaned down and kissed her wife's abdomen. 'I will be with both of my girls, right where I belong'.

Minerva smiled deeply stroking the younger witch's unruly hair. 'Aye, I cannae' wait, we have missed enough time together.'

They had collected enough memories between the both of them, through the years to prove without a shadow of a doubt to clear her name, which would come out was officially Belatrix McGonagall not Belatrix Lestrange. The pair were among the strongest witches in existence, and even thought Minerva could hold her own, she always felt safer in Bella's arms.

'I think I finally understand Leah'

'What's that darling?' Minerva asked

'Well after she found out she was pregnant, she began influencing the Dark Lord away from war, she was a good influence. I think had they been together when she gave birth he would have been fully convinced. I often wonder if the Potter man had an informant from the dark, he never was that smart.

I never understood why she changed her mind once she was pregnant though, before she didn't care as long as she was with her imprint but now I get it. I want baby Vega to be safe always, to be treasured.

It was so hard bringing Voldy back to the dark, just to solidify my place. His pain was so immense, you could feel it. He regretted instantly creating the Horcrux's, the man had lost everything and just wanted to die. I knew then and there the only thing in the long run to do was to let him work his pain out, innocents had suffered, but I saved as many as I could. Thanks again for the anti-crucio potion. That potion is brilliant by the way, giving the illusion of the full curse but saving their sanity. You don't know how many people's lives we saved with your invention. No one suspected I slipped them the potion.'

'I'm just glad it worked, but I do agree with you, someone had to have fed the sniveling Potter the info, he just wasn't that bright. Perhaps we should look into it, you know before you are no longer there where you can do good on the dark side of things.' Minerva said seriously.

'That is a task for tomorrow luv, tonight let me worship you, Bella said as she slid down her lover kissing every expense of skin she could find slowly making her way to her destination…


Meanwhile

Lord Voldemort sat catching up on the latest wizarding news, he had been so busy lately with plans that he had not read the latest news about the tournament.

He sat dumbfounded and amused, there right before his eyes was his daughter and a Veela champion no less, in a tight embrace snogging the daylights out of each other as the Veela had apparently been lifted up and wrapped her legs around the wolf. The Veela must not have realized the picture had been snapped because she was also thrusting into the taller girl for all the world to see. While they were fully clothed, no one could deny their closeness.

He outright started laughing. 'It seems my daughter is more like her mother than anyone thought.' Voldemort smiled his first genuine smile in years, remembering his Leah's antics.

He had been residing at the Malfoy manor for the past month and realized a few things, and called for Narcissa. His request would need to be taken care of with delicacy. He would give his daughter saftey and a home, his old home she had been meant to be raised in that no one in the magical world knew about.

'My lord?' Narcissa said as she entered

He set the heaviest wards and silencing spells he knew and said, 'sit, sit, thank you for both your hospitality and meeting me this evening.'

'It has been our pleasure, we serve you'

Voldemort smiled at this as she sat down

'I just found out about my daughter finding her imprint, and am I also to believe my daughter has been taken away from her adoptive family and home?'

'Yes my lord on both accounts, I do not understand the policy completely, while the muggles were idiots she does miss them, being the only family she had ever know, but she has a vast system of friends, as well as her new connection to her mother's pack that only you and I know about, my sisters and I have made our connections as well, she is a rather well liked and a deeply loved witch.

Her living situation besides school is still up in the air however, if she did not have access to your wealth she would be homeless. As it is, this winter holiday she is to visit her imprint's family for part of the break and then from what I understand she had not decided what to do with the remainder of the holiday.'

'Hmmm well I agree, my daughter should have a home to call her own. My Le Lee and I had a cottage by the sea warded heavily that no one knows about. Her baby room is still set up, and her mother's things are there as well. The memories were too hard for me to see but I would hate for my daughter to think she didn't have a home. I know she has friends, and they would provide a place to stay, but everyone needs a home they can truly call theirs. It is close to both the woods and the sea so she can run freely. Can I trust you with your cousin's secret? '

Narcissa was crying by this point, so moved for her little cousin, remembering her favorite wolf growing up. 'It would be my greatest honor my lord, Leah would be so pleased.'

She stood up placed her hand on Voldemort's giving a brief squeeze and walked out giving the man time to collect himself, as he looked like he needed time, at the mention of his former imprint. The pain never did completely go away it would seem.

He knew that he wanted to speak with his daughter, to meet her, but knew he could not rush things. They would be reunited, but only when it would be safe for her, he would not and could not lose her again, he knew he would not survive. So he sat back glancing at the article shaking his head and laughing again, 'oh my Le Lee our daughter seems like she is quite the charmer like you always were…'. He closed his eyes lost in happy memories of his love, continuing the smile that would not leave his face.