Veela and her wolf

8

thoughts =bold

Spoken French= italics

Daughter of the dark and moon

hidden in mud

Will meet her match with a bird of prey

Their union will be realized in a fury of

Fur joining feathers.

Destined to turn the tide

of the greatest war

Their love will save us all

Fleur

In a haze she began to become aware of chestnut curls cascading down her thighs. Hands wondering up her milky white skin devouring her bare body. Sensually caressing her abdomen up to her perky breasts. A slow tantalizing lick had her moaning and grasping the head of said chestnut curls eyes downcast. Egging on her lover who continued her slow ministrations. Slowly licking her lower lips of her womanhood, up, down, sucking as she went just missing that spot where she needed her the most. Fleur began whimpering closer to her climax but denied every time, with slow careful strong licks.

I...I... I neeed...

Fleur didn't get to finish her thought as she felt her lover fiercely attack her needy clit, feeling a low possessive growl reverberating from the chest below.

Oui. Oui. Oui!

She had never felt such fire, such passion, she was lost to it. Slamming her eyes shut she felt the explosion as she came hard screaming clutching the hair of her lover. Convulsing and dripping wet she felt truly spent for the first time in her life. Sure she had lovers before but this was a sense of completeness she had only read about in books.

Once she came back to herself she caressed the head of her lover convincing her to come cuddle on top of her spent body, the lover placed one final kiss to her womanhood saying

"I will never get enough of you, you are my everything love"

Upon hearing the voice Fleur realized her lover was petit louve...urging her upwards, the brunette slowly kissed her way upwards slowly beginning to raise her eyelids...

Bang bang bang!

What?

Fleur! Wake your feathery ass up, you nearly woke up the entire carriage!

Sitting up fast, sweating, panting, and...very wet she blinked slowly, finally joining the waking world

Oh Merlin! I was only dreaming... ?!

Hermione

Last night had turned out to be a much more enjoyable night than it started out. She was still coming to grips with her blood status as well as parentage. However, she felt calmer somehow, like a beast inside her was humming contently.

Her skin stayed warm from the briefest of contact with the blonde Veela. She was intrigued by this beauty, as she was finally able calm down enough to sleep after their brief meeting. She blushed at the thought of being discovered in such a compromising position last night, as she was usually so good about setting wards and being discrete with her liaisons.

Collette had been exquisite, a great distraction that allowed them both to blow off some steam. Her previous feeling of burning up almost a ghost of a memory. She was finally calm enough write a list to focus on the problems at hand:

1) Her father was: The Dark Lord, He-who-must-not-be-named, Voldemort, Voldeypants, snake face, I got your nose, opposite Pinocchio, and Hermione's personal favorite -Nobody Nose the trouble I've seen....

2) Apparently her father was quite the looker in his youth, upon seeing pictures of her parents Narcissa included in her correspondence he looked very much like the star in the muggle movie "Quiz Show". Her apparent adoptive mother had said the star was "dreamy". ...

3) Her mother was a shape shifter and Hermione might be one as well

4) Her believed parents the Grangers were no longer her guardians, she was effectively emancipated, as she was now apparently very wealthy from her family's vaults that she now had access to

5) Harry Potter her best mate, her unofficial brother's dad had killed her mom and believed had killed her too, which caused Hermione's father to hunt down and kill his family.

6) Narcissa and Draco were family and wanted to meet her at Hogsmeade next weekend

7) Andromeda Tonks and some American shape shifter from her mothers' tribe were her Godparents

8) She needed to talk to Harry

9) She also had a strong craving for Crepes...and French toast...and blondes...

Well better tackle a response to Narcissa first.

Lady Malfoy,

I would like to take a moment and thank you for all of your valuable information and insight, it has helped dearly. As we have not been properly introduced I would love to meet with you next Hogsmeade weekend as I find myself suddenly without family and am still coming to terms with everything. As you can see I am sending my familiar Crookshanks through the flu network as I do not have access to an owl of my own. He is a lazy cat and loves belly rubs and tuna as payment for delivery. I am looking forward to getting better aquatinted with those who knew my parents, and fellow family members.

With fondness

Hermione

She didn't know what last name she should use, so she just left it as such. After a brief discussion with Crooks she attached the letter to his collar and sent him on his way, bribing him with catnip on his return. She would need to discuss with Professor McGonnigal about her introducing him to that addictive weed to her familiar while in animingus form later...the woman was incorrigible with Crooks.

Crookshanks turned around kicked some fly powder and meowed into the fireplace and skidded off towards his intended destination...how that worked was a mystery to her...

Next up she knew she needed to find Harry and have a long discussion with him. Their fathers had done terrible things, but that didn't have to mean they should grow apart. She treasured her bond with the brunette boy. So she got ready and went off to the Great Hall for breakfast and to seek him out.

Conversations seemed to stop everywhere she walked, fighting off a growl at the attention she shook her head and walked through the entryway. All commotion ceased as she rolled her eyes and walked towards her usual spot at the Gryffindor table.

She sat down across from Ron and Harry

"Good morning Harry"

"Hermione..."

" we should talk"