Very surprised at how well the last chapter went, glad you all liked it! I didn't exactly prepare for a continuation of it, but I'll keep it at the back of my mind, for another day.

Thank you all for your support!

Hermione gave a slow blink at the mess that was their living room. All the cushions, all five of them, were lying around on the ground, and if she could inspect them all closely she'd find them they were ripped apart, as if some … cat clawed through them all. Onto a more dangerous finding, Hermione was also slightly concerned to find that a lamp was also lying just by the wall - most likely thrown.

What could've possibly happened while she had gone out for a morning jog? When she left the house, Fleur was still happily sleeping, her cat knew better than to lay waste to the furniture, and people knew better than to try and infiltrate Hermione Granger's (The Golden Girl's) house.

Shaking her head, she stepped around all the cushions and fallen lamp, hoping that nothing happened the kitchen as well. However, as she poked her head inside the thankfully safe and untouched kitchen, a loud piercing scream tore through the silence of the house, alerting Hermione that Fleur was indeed up, and probably in danger.

Without a thought, the young woman had her wand out as she dashed up the stairs.

What she did not expect was for Fleur to collide into her as the French woman nearly leapt off the stairs. Unfortunately for the two, Hermione was not expecting Fleur to jump off the stairs and before one of them could react, Fleur had successfully knocked them both down the stairs. Both were sprawled on the floor, groaning in pain and took a moment to collect themselves.

Fleur was the first to sit up, clutching her head before she turned her Hermione, "Mon Dieu, je suis desole, 'Ermione," Fleur apologized, immediately kneeling over Hermione who only groaned in response. The French woman cradled Hermione's head onto her lap, lovingly stroking the younger woman's hair back, "Are you alright?" She asked.

"Ugh … I think I'll live," Hermione replied, wrapping her arms around Fleur's waist, "What happened though? The living room's a mess, and you were screaming?"

At the mention, Fleur's hands halted mid-stroke, and the woman herself became stiff, her back straightening. Again, with no warning, Fleur let out the smallest of whimpers before the French woman pulled herself away from Hermione, dropping the younger woman's head onto the floor. "OW! Fleur, that hurt!" Hermione groaned loudly.

Hermione only heard a faint 'I'm sorry!' from the French woman who made her way out the front door. As she was unable to give chase, Hermione took her time sitting up and settling the headache that was in her head. As she blinked away the spots in her vision, which honestly took more than 10 minutes, Fleur was there once more, sitting crosslegged in front of her.

What was surprising though, was the fact that the French woman had … a shielding charm around her? The charm was like a physical bubble around her, mint green in color, nonetheless, Hermione raised an eyebrow and poked at the charm.

Fleur only glared from within the shield, "Don't do that, it might pop," She warned, before she dropped the glare, "Sorry for dropping your head, are you alright now?" She asked, sending loving eyes over to Hermione.

Hermione nodded, "I'll live, don't worry, now tell me, what's got you screaming and going through all these extreme measures?"

"...'Ermione, listen, there is … this thing in our room," Fleur began, twitching, "It's ugly, and it reeks of evil, it tried to kill me in my sleep," she continued, glaring at the disbelieving look Hermione threw her.

"...Alright, I'll go take a look at it," Hermione said at last, sighing as she made her way upstairs with Fleur following close behind, still encased inside the green bubble. "It's in our room, you said?"

Fleur nodded, "I trapped it inside, too. The windows are closed and I closed the door behind me when I … uh … jumped you," she added.

Hermione nodded, now standing in front of the door of their room, Fleur was standing on the other side of the hall, curled up in a ball and Hermione could only shake her head. This had better be good, otherwise she'd make Fleur clean up the entire living room on her own … and then she'd exile the French woman to the couch for a few nights.

Slowly, Hermione opened up the door, poking her head through first, looking for the first sign of something dangerous or out of place. Upon seeing that everything was in place and all was quiet, she opened the door wider, sticking her wand arm in as well.

"Fleur? Where did you see this … thing last?" Hermione asked, quietly not taking her eyes away.

"The monster was on my pillow. Literally right on my pillow," Fleur replied, shuddering as she remembered the events of her morning.

Nodding, Hermione whispered a quiet 'Lumos', lighting up the room, she took a small step forward, past the door, making sure to squint extra hard on their bed, and Fleur's pillow, looking for any sign of the 'monster'.

There.

With a smirk and a wave of her wand, Hermione levitated a rather large, hairy spider in front of her wand.

"Fleur? Is the monster you're referring to a spider?" Hermione asked, pulling her head out of the room at last, seeing Fleur nod, she let a smirk run across her face as she turned the rest of her body towards Fleur, making sure she was still levitating the spider, "This spider?"

"No! Hermione, stay away!" Fleur squeaked, pulling her own wand out, "I'm warning you … just kill zat zing already!"

"Hm? Oh no, we shouldn't kill this poor thing, I mean, it was probably just pulled in by your thrall," Hermione teased, slowly walking over to where Fleur was, "Come on, say hello to it," She continued, enjoying every second of this.

Without warning, though, Fleur flung her wand at Hermione, nailing the younger woman on the forehead. In shock - and pain - Hermione yelped, and her focus on the levitating spider was broken, dropping the ugly thing onto the floor.

Before the spider was able to make an escape or do anything, Fleur shifted. From human to her veela.

Standing where the human Fleur was - shielded and all - the veela stood, snarling, baring it's fangs and talons. With a single snap, the veela flung fireball after fireball, hurling them all at the floor where the stupid spider was disintegrated well after the first fireball. Once the spider was taken care of, the veela still refused to settle down, growling quietly and stared at the spot where the spider died.

"... Fleur? Can you hear me?" Hermione asked, still standing quite a ways away from the dead spider and Fleur.

Hearing her name, Fleur tilted her head upwards, and frowned before she stood up and made her way towards her Hermione. She ran a clawed hand down her cheek and arms before she pulled Hermione close.

"Mon amour," she purred, "you will be paying heavily for zis."

Hermione gulped, "Fleur, baby, I was just joking, I was going to kill it for you,"

"Hm, not good enough. I will still punish you."

"Sweetheart, I'll clean up the living room and all, does that sound good?"

"Nope. I could care less about the living room. Now are you ready to hear what your punishment will be?"

"NO! FLEUR PLEASE, I WON'T DO IT AGAIN!"

Sadly, even though the veela finally settled down and human Fleur resurfaced, Hermione was unable to escape the punishment of walking around the house completely naked, and only clad in a frilly apron for Fleur to ogle and grope at all day.

Zzz. Continuation of 'Paper Flowers' is being planned.