A/N: eek! Already at chapter 31! So excited! Just so you guys know, I'm not putting a chapter limit on this story, so buckle up it's about to become a bumpy ride!
italics=spoken French
The second task was a day away and Hermione was just as anxious as the three champions. She surmised that either herself or her sister-in-law would be the target for Fleur to have to rescue. For everyone's sake she hoped it was the small blonde terror. This was not a selfish hope, because with her enhanced body she would not be able to be unconscious underwater and feared what self preservation her nature would cause her to instinctually do. The medicine man at her Godfather's tribe had confirmed this theory over the winter break. It was for everyone's saftey that she locked herself and her imprint away all afternoon and evening making it impossible to be called away from her wife…if that meant that they shagged like bunnies the entire time…well that was a happy coincidence…
As the evening went on they had heard several attempts at knocking. This only caused them to smirk and continue their escapades.
'Fleur!' Hermione yelled out
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Immediately after climaxing, in the momentary silence in post coital bliss they could hear someone jiggling the handle…
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Hermione rolled her imprint over going lower, and lower, devouring her love…
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Banging on the door…
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'Ohh, ohhh!' Fleur screamed
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A bright light burst as the first ward broke
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'Fuuuuuuucccckkk…' Fleur moaned on
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Explosions went on secondary wards broken
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I'm cumming… immm ahhhhhh!' Hermione still devouring Fleur's delicious center moved to her clit and thrust two fingers deep into her more than ready imprint
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Door splintered debris falling spectacularly
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'Don't stop! Don't stop!' Hermione had moved up her body, and straddled the prone woman's leg, giving her own center friction she needed, and was using her hips to thrust into her love below her, pushing her closer and closer, almost…
'Ahem!' A Scottish baroque voice
Growling loudly Hermione would not stop her assault on her love, using her body as a shield she covered her wife and continued on
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'Uhh, oh Merlin!' Fleur continued on as she was being thrust into, no idea that anything was happening in the world but her pleasure. She slipped into a slew of incoherent French, making Hermione more and more wet
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'For Morgana's sake, Hermione stop shagging your wife for five minutes!' The Professor spoke loudly and with authority
This was completely ignored by the pair, and they kept going at it, not once pausing.
The Tabby tried once more, but eventually gave up, turning and fixing the door and wards, muttering about -horny wolves and over sexed Veelas- slipping in some Gaelic that Hermione could not discern as the elder witch exited.
Hermione chuckled at this, only to be interrupted by a desperate quiet pleading moan
'Please'.
That was all it took for Hermione to dive back in, full gusto. This had been a deep need expressed, she had felt it deep within her soul the desperation of her imprint. She could never deny Fleur anything, nor would she ever.
The next morning found the pair cuddling in their fully transformed forms. Deeply satisfied purrs emanating from the bed. A mass of feathers and fur, seamlessly coexisting. As they slowly woke up they nuzzled into the comfort of each other, then slowly shifted back to their human forms. Fleur on top of her taller mate, her head on the generous breast of the brunette.
'I'm guessing we were successful?' Fleur sleepily asked
Hermione chuckled at that, 'you could say that…my Alpha broke down the door but didn't account for your insatiable need. She eventually gave up.'
Fleur full on laughed at that, 'well she should take the hint, the doors were closed and warded for a reason!'
Hermione kissed her wife temple, 'mmm you are quite right, plus it's not just you, I can't ever seem to get enough of you.'
They both looked each other in the eye and dove in for a deep passionate kiss, only to be interrupted by the shifters stomach.
Fleur chuckled at Hermione's groan of disapproval at her bodies objection.
'Later, time to feed the beast.' Fleur dropped down and kissed her mate on her flat strong stomach.
Laughing they both got up and headed to the shower together… because they wanted to save water…
It was a brisk February morning and breakfast was all a buzz about the upcoming second task. Word had gotten out that they would be out at the Black Lake, so the students had their layers with them. The champions were set to meet directly after the morning meal at the headmaster's office, while the other students were to head to the water.
Harry had been conversing with Neville about some weed or other and was handed something by the resident herbology student expert. Hermione hoped her friend figured out how he would breathe under water, but her main focus was on her wife next to her.
Fleur has figured out the bubble head charm for breathing under water and had practiced several times in their bathing quarters, much to Hermione's delight.
For as distracted as she had become over breakfast the time for Fleur to take her leave came quicker than she expected. With one final kiss, she stood and confidently walked towards Dumbeldore's office.
Luna saw Fleur leave and slid in next to a quietly whimpering wolf. 'It's ok little wolf, your mate is going to be ok. The wackspurts and wifflesnurfers around her alone are a good sign, they converge when something good is going to happen you see.' Luna said while hugging her friend.
'Thank you Luna, on a side note I do have to say, I love that lion costume you have on, it is brilliant. I'm not sure if I've ever told you, but it always makes me smile when you wear it for the Quittage matches.' Hermione said
'Awww thank you wolfy, I figured someone should be cheering for Harry.' Luna said as she patted the taller woman on the head. 'I think it's about time to start heading that way, you of course will be standing with me, I will be the only one who thought to bring my own personal wolf heater, and I intend on taking full advantage.'
Hermione laughed at that, her friend just got her. She really had a gift with magical beasts, however no one took the airy blonde seriously, not even Hermione, well not fully anyway. That all changed after her first shift. Hermione saw Luna in a different light, she realized that Luna was chosen for Ravenclaw for a reason and was quite bright, even having an innate instinct on how each beast she encountered worked, their nature seeming to speak to the girl. Hermione knew no matter if she completely wolfed out uncontrollably on her friend, she would be understood and accepted, even helping her along if need be without reservation, something she could say about no other friend. That fact alone made Hermione give pause about the magical creatures that no one else could see. They just might have some base in reality.
The group had gotten to the Lake early enough to secure front row standing room, and anxiously awaited the champions.
A loud booming voice following a loud pop let everyone know that Dumbeldore had apparated the champions to their spots.
Hermione saw her wife step forward and disrobe to her one piece swimsuit, making Hermione smile at the sight. She was momentarily brought out of her lust stare by her Alpha stomping on her foot, another muttered -horny wolf, should have it out of your system after last night- brought her back to reality. She shook her head mumbling back 'sorry Alpha'.
The Professor just harrumphed in response.
'It's ok wolfy she just misses her mate, perhaps it had more to do with the little one' Luna whispered in her ear, making the wolf look towards her Scottish mentor inquisitively.
Hermione quickly closed her eyes and took a big sniff, and was shocked she had missed the new smells coming from the elder Tabby.
'Oh Merlin! Alpha! Congratu..'. She was began speaking almost excitedly, until the Scottish woman clasped her hand over the wolf's mouth.
A stern look from her elder and Hermione nodded as the Tabby removed her hand. A statement of -later- was implied with the look and nod exchange.
Dumbeldore's voice boomed, re reading the clue and gave out the ground rules. With a loud explosion from Filtch's cannon the second task began.
The three champions entered the water, Harry struggling with his throat strangely, Fleur fluidly, and Victor aggressively.
Hermione was held back by her friend.
'Trust'.
A single word spoken in response, soothed the young wolf. Trust, a simple word, with a heavy meaning, a duty to do so. The second task was underway, and she could do nothing now but trust.
