Veela and her wolf

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A/N:  read the notes at the end of this chapter, important to the story!!!

NSFW chapter, steamy stuff this chapter, but important stuff as well.  Please read notes at the end of the chapter, important info!

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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

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In life you get very few if any absolutely perfect moments.  Moments so achingly beautiful that it drives you to happy tears.  A moment where your heart feels so full that all you can do is weep at the perfection that is God's, Allah's, the Gods, Mother Earth's, or any other deities out there's great wonder and achievements.  Moments that take your breath away.  You suddenly realize you presence is not insignificant, what you once understood of your place on this earth was just a child's understanding of the bigger picture and how could you ever go back to thinking as you did before.  Moments that change you to the core, moments you cannot describe why or how they are different they just are.  So you stare in wonderment at the sight or situation that put you in that state to begin with and your brain stops.  Thinking is no longer required, all you can do is feel and bask in the feelings that wash over you.  Your cheeks hurt from the thousand watt smile, you laugh as you are crying tears of indescribable happiness.  You are so complete that you wonder how you ever lived before this moment. 

One true moment of rainbow bright color  in a sea grey. 

These thoughts and colors descended on Hermione as she witnessed what she could only describe as perfection.  Fleur had just screamed out Hermione's name in a fit of passionate love making, reaching their climaxes at the same time.  They were as close as two people could be, intimate, longing for even more connection.  Clinging to each other, needing each other, breathing for and into each other. 

Hermione couldn't explain the need she had that night to be with her imprint, it was a primal need, an instinctual imperative. 

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The time leading up to the final task had been, thankfully dull.  While the tournament had always been deadly, Hermione was happy to have her imprint soon to be done with the tournament.  Too many other dangers lurked around the corner for them to continue to worry about a silly contest. 

Fleur on the other hand was insatiable about preparation.  Word got out that the last task was a magical maze full of nasty surprises.  The heightened risk of the upcoming war meant that she could double this practice as preparation for war.  Not many people knew that  Veela's were more than just lovers,  they were also fierce warrior clans.  They fought to protect what was theirs, through the generations the flock had fought in every major wizarding war and were sometimes even the very thing that tipped he scales in the victors' favor.  She would not fail her love. 

However she had been so concentrated on her task that her frustrated lover had grown desperate.

It was the night before the evening task.  Fleur was, as usual, training in the forbidden forest with Madame Maxime and a visiting alumni.    Fleur had her back to the stalking wolf as she flicked her wand fluidly, repeating the incantation she had been practicing.  She was so concentrated on her task she didn't sense her mate coming.  Hermione smirked in her fur and grabbed her mate mid-wand up stroke, by the back of her collar with her teeth.