Veela and her wolf

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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!

Also I ended up deciding to break up the winter break in separate chapters, so next one you will meet the clan

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'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....