A/N: just a little bit of fluff for your enjoyment.

italics= spoken French


If you hear him howling around your kitchen door, you better not let him in

Little old lady got mutilated last night

Werewolves of London again

Ah-ooo werewolves of London

Ah-ooo werewolves of London

'I can't believe you have that ridiculous ringtone on your ridiculous muggle device'. Fleur huffed

'But it's my jam!' Hermione replied

'Ugh you spent too much time with that half-breed, so much so, that you have begun speaking like her.' Fleur replied grumpily

'Just kidding luv,'

ah-ooo werewolves of London…

Hermione then howled along with the

Ringtone as she answered.

'Ah-oooo, ahem I mean hello'

A laughing pixie on the other side of the line could be heard over the receiver.

'I see you are still torturing your mate with your ringtone' (Alice)

Hermione laughed indignantly at that, 'hey it's not my fault, it's my song! I'm a werewolf…from a suburb of London…so not London directly but…'

The pixiepire laughed harder at this

'You are too much Chewy.'

Hermione grumbled at the nickname Kate had given her, the trickster said she reminded her of Chewbacca, which had initially confused Hermione because

1) Her coat was not the same color and

2) No matter how many times Alice would quote that muggle movie (Despicable Me 'she's so fluffy I'm gonna die') Neither Alice's demise seemed forthcoming nor was her fluffiness that ridiculous

3) She did not sound like that infernal creature…even if they did happen upon her once sleeping on the Res, snoring in the woods cuddling with her imprint…she did not sound like that…and that was the story she was sticking with, no matter the validity…

The ice queen Rose had laughed for five minutes straight the first time she heard her mate's nickname for the stinky mutt-Rosalie's words. Rose being a closeted Star Wars nerd got the reference quickly and couldn't agree more.

Hermione however did not take offense to Rosalie's never ending taunts about it. Not after one night at a bonfire. Rose had taken her to the side and told her stories of what her mother was like, how she admired her strength of conviction and character, and how she helped save her own coven when their own vampire governing coven descended upon them. The Voltouri would have ended their existence if not for the help of their furry stinky counterparts, something Rosalie would never forget. She vowed to Hermione, to always protect her, Leah's daughter if the need were to ever arise.

….

'Anyways just making sure you guys made it back to Hogwarts ok. Esme sends her love and hoped the lasagna made the trip ok. Did Harry and Ron like it, I know you said they had never tried it before?'

'Ummm, I ah may have ahhh eaten it before we left the Res…' Hermione mumbled reluctantly

'You know that was a family serving size….a double family size!' Alice joked

'Um…or wolf size'. Hermione mumbled again '…but yes, let your darling mother know it was much appreciated, I'm definitely going to be missing her cooking while back in Scotland, although I did have to pick up a few extra patrols just so I would be able to fit into my robes when I got back.' Hermione finished

Alice full on laughed at that and they chatted for a few more minutes and before they hung up Hermione was again reminded of the bet she lost with the future seeing pixie. This summer she would be going shopping in Paris with short stuff, as

Hermione started calling her, for an indeterminate amount of time. Hermione shuttered at the thought, if all accounts had been correct on her relentless shopping prowess she was in for a loooooong shopping trip.

'I still don't know how your mother figured out how to make this thing work around the magical world.' After hanging up Hermione turned to her imprint, as she asked

'Well to be honest she was reluctant to even try and figure it out, that was until dad stated that having allies may be needed in the upcoming years to come.' Fleur replied

'The Cullens have already been through so much though…'.

'True, but family means everything, especially to vampires.'

'By the way make sure to tell your mother thank you for charming my eagle feather, I was afraid it would be lost during my first shift after I received the honor.'

'But of course, it is something you hold very dear, and is a link to your people. We wanted to honor that.' Fleur said as she put her hands through her mate's hair. 'Besides it makes you look, well I don't know, strong if that makes sense. That connection to your mother's tribe, there is an inherent strength they all carry, that you carry now after spending time with them, it is quite sexy non?' Fleur said the last bit as she pulled her mate in for a kiss, losing all sense of where they were they deepened the kiss until they were forcibly pushed apart by smaller delicate hands.

'Alright, alright you two are sickeningly sweet, and we love you both but some of us want to get some dinner, and have things to do before bed tonight, so if you would just take your sexy wolf and move away from the carriage door…' Gabrielle huffed

The blonde terror was slightly subdued, but had learned her lesson. She was now slightly more grumpy, but was in a rush to honestly visit her "fiery headed lover" as she put it.

'Would those "things" to do be named Ginerva?' Hermione asked amusedly

'Wouldn't you like to know?' Gabrielle smirked

Those surrounding the pair chuckled as the pair moved out of the way. The women then headed off towards the Great Hall for dinner happily, it seemed the winter break did everyone some good and spirits were indeed renewed.

The ride back from France this time was thankfully uneventful, as the items Hermione received from the medicine man worked beautifully.

Returning felt different for Hermione. She was no longer the bushy haired, soft, muggleborn, bookworm that most ridiculed. Now she was a fierce shifter wolf, half Native American, pureblood witch, tall with well defined lean muscles, piercing stare, and her hair had even tamed with her first transition resembling her mother's heritage more , eagle feather in her hair tied with a leather string and a few beads. She had finally come into herself, and accepted who she was and whom she came from, well at least from her mother's side. She had yet to meet her father and still wasn't sure what to make of the man she had never met personally. She now had a beyond gorgeous wife by her side that she would lay her life down for without reservation. Married, Married! Her, Hermione Jean Riddle-Delacour at age 17 (which was well within acceptable age in the wizarding world) she was married to the love of her life. Yes, much had changed, and yet she couldn't be happier.

They made their way at the back of the group towards the Great Hall, when Hermione's Alpha stepped up to the pair.

'Madams Delacour I hear congratulations are in order.'

'Thank you professor'. Hermione replied as she squeezed Fleur's hand

'Before you settle in for dinner I was wondering if you might indulge me for a few moments.'

'Oui' Fleur replied

As they walked, Hermione realized they were walking towards the professor's private quarters, curious she thought, but they went on silently. They stopped in front of a door next to the professor's own quarters that Hermione had never seen before.

'I'm sure you both are wondering what we are doing here.' The professor spoke

'I will admit I am a bit curious.' Hermione said plainly

Minerva smiled at this, 'go ahead open it then.'

They opened the door and walked inside.

Stunned

Absolutely stunned

Hermione saw all of her belongings hung and placed around the room with care, Gryffindor gold and red adorned the decorations, as well as a playful mix of Beauxbaton baby blue that somehow worked in that space. There was a full sized canopy bed, with a smaller version next to it with a contented fat orange cat cuddled in it, Crooks had already made his home here. Inside the canopy hung the dream catcher Bella had given her over break. Her godfather had gifted it to her as a human and she gladly gave it to the pair, she said she didn't need it anymore since she doesn't sleep anymore.

A large window across the room lit up a quaint kitchen/dining area full of anything they might need and a small four seated kitchen table, two closed doors to the side of the kitchen and a large sitting room with two desks, a few armchairs, and a large couch surrounding a roaring fire. The walls were lined with bookshelves in the front room already proudly displaying Hermione's collection of her treasured books.

Hermione and Fleur made their way into the room and checked the mystery doors, Hermione was ecstatic to find one was linked to the library at Hogwarts, which caused an epic eye roll from the Veela. However Hermione mirrored her eye roll to Fleur, when she heard the Veela squealing at the enormous bathroom behind the second door. It was almost a exact replica of her own bathroom at the Delacour manor. Which, Hermione could admit, that the bathroom was indeed nice.

'Married students, however rare are not allowed to room at the normal dormitories, as such I have created this room for the two of you to live in. Stay in the carriage when you please, but while staying at Hogwarts this is your new home.

Albus and I have made all of the arrangements with both the French and British Ministries of Magic to connect the Floo in here to Beauxbaton, specifically whichever room Fleur will be assigned next year, as well as the Delacour manor. International travel is tightly regulated, however with your unique situation an agreement was made. The Floo would only allow Crookshanks, and yourselves to pass through. As a shifter and Veela both would be in physical pain at such a long separation, for the safety of you both and for consideration of your academic endeavors this decision was made.

Make this your home while you are pursuing your education, as your Alpha Hermione I volunteered to room next to you both to be of assistance whenever you need, but you will have privacy here, the kind any married couple needs, as well as loosened restrictions on leaving the castle grounds and henceforth no longer have a curfew to speak of. You are both adults now in the eyes of the wizarding world, in an adult relationship, we will respect that and treat you as such.'

Hermione could not believe everything she had just heard. She had a home, and the next year she could be with her wife every night! Their education would not suffer, and this could indeed work. She knew her wolf would not let her be without her imprint for any extended period of time. She just didn't know how logistically how that was going to work out. This new development was beyond any wildest dream she could have. She was so overcome with emotion that she launched herself at her Alpha

'Thank you' she softly said into the lithe form of her professor.

'Oh sweet girl there is nothing to thank me for, it is the least I can do. You are my childe to take care of, my packmate, I will always be there for you. I'm just happy to be able to set your mind at ease about the coming years in whatever small way I can, and please when we are together alone in our quarters please call me Minerva. This motherly bond does not mean I am trying to replace your biological mother, I just want to take care of you dear Hermione' She said softly, embracing the brunette wolf tightly.

'Zank you, zis iz truly the best gift you could have ever given us. I will not forget your kindness today.' Fleur said honestly before she embraced the tabby animingus.

'Well we've dawdled long enough, come it's dinner time, I do believe at least one of us is hungry.' Minerva said just as Hermione's stomach protested loudly

The three laughed and made their way to the Great Hall, a different kind of year indeed, but she couldn't be happier