Disclaimers: I don't own anything…surprise!

NSFW, so heads up about that, you're welcome, but some explicit scenes in this if that's not your thing, not sure why you are reading this one…enjoy!

short chapter, I decided to split up the winter break, so next one will be longer, as she will be meeting the clan of the Delacours!


'Why in the bloody hell could we not travel by bloody floo, or bloody train, or bloody port key, or even those bloody thestrals!'

Hermione grumbled looking more green than flesh colored. She had applied all of the proper spells and charms to prevent motion sickness, however with her wolf genes heightened none of them were working.

She let out a huff and without thought quickly shifted to her fur, exploding out of her clothes. She then curled up into a ball placing her tail over her eyes to stop the uneasiness in her stomach.

The elder blonde Veela just laughed at the moody display from her mate. It was the day after the Yule Ball and everyone from Beauxbaton were being transported back to France via carriage, no exceptions. Hermione had blanched at the news of how they would travel, as she had seen the carriage land at Hogwarts earlier that year, and was not impressed. The chaos of the small carriage seemed more suitable to making scrambled eggs than to transport students safely. Even before she was a wolf Hermione hated to fly, completing her first year flying lessons as required and not getting near a broom after. As a wolf she liked her paws firmly on the ground, her fur even seemed to have a green hue to it as she grumbled. The surrounding Veela continued to chuckle at the adorable wolf's antics.

Madam Maxime had especially taken enjoyment from the wolf's rumblings, for all of the hours of sleep she lost before the silencing charms and pheromone blockers were placed on the mated pair's room. The giantess held affection for her charge and her charge's mate, they were a sweet pair of younglings. She had hoped to start something with the half giant male at Hogwarts, but the charming man was clueless. Perhaps when they came back after the winter break she would have to up her charm…

'Now now fluffy, don't worry this will all soon be over and then you can relax at our home where you get to meet the entire Delacour clan! But don't worry I won't let anyone else have you, you are mine to seduce. How you have turned down so many of my advances is beyond me. If not for my red headed lover I would think my charms were somehow broken.' Gabrielle said sultrily while idly stroking the wolf's rear end. She ended her statement with a pinch to the backside of the wolf. Resulting in the wolf's head shooting up in surprise followed by a yelp.

A low warning growl permeated from the older blonde Delacour.

Gabrielle not bothered by the threat just shrugged her shoulders and began to cuddle into the wolf's side, laying her head into Hermione's ribs. 'You are so fluffy and soft, I can see why Fleur loves to cuddle so much. Perhaps that's what we kept hearing from your rooms. Fleur really does like to cuddle, and makes the most curious sounds when she cuddles someone. What was the name of that woman you used to cuddle with last summer Fleur? I couldn't quite make out the name you used to scream out…' Gabrielle asked with faux innocence

At this point Fleur was fuming and almost attacked her sister if it hadn't been for her mate stopping her. Holding her, quietly cooing in her ear, caressing her back.

Her…

very…

naked…

mate….

Standing, holding her in front of the entire school!

A fierce growl erupted from the Veela, her cerulean eyes turning to gold, feathers sprouting, hands slowly transforming into claws.

Hermione had not thought when she shifted back. She had not thought about her lack of clothes, she only sensed her imprint's distress and wanted to soothe her.

'My, my, I finally get to see what the wolf has under all that fur, I must say I approve Fleur. Perhaps we can do this again when she meets the rest of the clan.' Gabrielle smirked

'Not now Gabbs!' Hermione growled out as she held her still transitioning and trembling in rage imprint.

Madame Maxime saw this happening and with a swish of her wand clothed the young wolf, much to the dismay of the female occupants who were enjoying an eye full of the gorgeously athletic taut body on display clutching her champion, struggling to keep Fleur still. Her muscles contracting, her breasts and other lower parts every so often coming into view with Fleur's thrashing. The smell of arousal permeated the area quickly before the Giantess had clothed the girl.

'Alright, alright the show is over girls, let's give them some privacy, come join me in the dining area, that includes you young Delacour'. Maxime raised an eyebrow in challenge to the little blonde terror.

Gabrielle reluctantly turned away sullenly muttering in French.

'Shhh my love, it's ok, I'm here.' Hermione soothed, continuing to kiss and softly caress the smaller woman in her arms. Slowly she felt the Veela transition back to her human self. 'There's my girl. Let me see those beautiful sky blue eyes of yours.' She said as she brought up Fleur's chin to look deep into her eyes.

The look of concern and full adoration from her wolf was all the Veela needed to fully come back to herself. No words were needed, they knew what happened when their instincts were triggered, they knew what they really needed. A look and almost imperceptible nod from the wolf had the Veela picking up her taller mate possessively, the wolf going willingly. With a growl Fleur clutched the brunette to herself and ran as fast as she could to her room. Her instincts were driving her to once again claim her mate thoroughly. While her sister never meant any harm, and she was the only person alive who could get away with the relentless teasing that normally amused Fleur to no end. Sometimes the girl pushed too far, times like these Hermione knew she would have a gloriously long night ahead of her. She would submit fully to her imprint's instincts, and she would be fully satisfied at the end, her body would not be able to respond if history was to repeat itself, a prospect Hermione would happily oblige.

As soon as the door shut with a wave of Fleur's hand in an impressive display of wordless, windless magic Hermione felt her back slammed into the newly closed door. The possessive move making her even more wet in anticipation of what was to come.

'Fleur I need you'. Hermione pleaded with the Veela, as she clutched at the smaller woman's collar, crashing their lips together. She clutched her legs tighter around the Veela's midsection ankles locked around the back, she slowly rocked her center into the smaller woman trying desperately to create some well needed friction.

In between kisses Hermione muttered divesto and suddenly they were both stark naked and soft gasps filled the area. They relished in the feel of their skin connected in such an intimate way, before they continued with renewed vigor. Hermione could not wait and took one of Fleur's hands and shoved it into her wet heat, moaning at the delicious contact. She began thrusting herself on her imprint's hand, the sight had the Veela nearly cum on the spot, her mate writhing riding her hand, clutching her wrist with one hand and the other wrapped around her neck, legs still locked behind her. Hermione's eyes boring into Fleur's, showing love and devotion. Her whole body in motion, like a runaway train going downhill there was no stopping her. Fleur snuck her other hand to the wolf's clit, which caused Hermione to clamp her eyes shut as she exploded her release over the smaller woman holding her, screaming in ecstasy.

The pair continued their ministrations for the next three hours of their journey, only stopping when Gabby banged on the door.

'Fleur, Hermione, stop screwing for five minutes and get your furry asses out here, we landed over a half hour ago and I'm ready to go home.'

The pair chuckled and dressed, they then spelled their bodies clean with a quick scorgify.

One last kiss and they were out of their room and carriage. It seemed that all the wolf needed was a more personal touch to get over her motion sickness, Fleur mused watching her mate step out of the flying contraption.

The Delacours sent a house elf to collect the younglings.

'Sebastian!' The blonde terror exclaimed

The elf visibly shuddered in response, low only loud enough for Hermione to her the 'oh no…' as she chuckled

'What is is love?' Fleur asked

'Nothing of importance.' Hermione answered as she kissed her imprint's temple, then placing her forehead against the same area.

A non committal hum was all that was given in response.

The elf eventually gathered the women together and transported them to the Delacour mansion…