Fran A/N: Hi guys sorry for the delay. It is entirely my fault since I had been quite busy with stuff and a bit sick. I am kinda okay now so I just revised the chap and decided to post it ASAP. This one is interesting as it has so many things going on [hides behind a boulder]. Anyhow, as you might know, my music preferences are uncommon [weird if you ask nonsense] but there's a song that stuck with me for the moment Fleur apparates in her apartment. It's called Farewell Blues from the Cowboy Bebop OST. I just pictured her smoking a cigarette and getting her ass drunk lol.

Perpetual Nonsense AN: Fran . . . you DO have weird taste in music haha But aye, I like some anime soundtracks too (Sailor moon motherfuckers! Haha) so I can't say shit XD I will also let Fran take the blame for the delay because of her sick self, but this is the beauty of writing a fic with another author lol If one doesn't feel well, the other can still write! This chapter was pretty fun to put together and I am now struggling to remember what I listened to for my parts lol I know I listened to a lot of Dark Piano again. I believe the main songs that inspired this one were "Liar", "Void", and "Broken." I'm sure there are others that I can't remember lol Anyways, I'll shut my trap so you guys can read!

Courtneynr15: Fran here: I know! I scream at the screen all the time. They are definitely idiots. Thanks for the support, tho.
PerpetualNonsense: Because we LOVE torturing! Muwahahaha well, maybe not Fran, but I do haha Don't get me wrong, they infuriate me too though lol

Shadow994: Fran here: Ugh yeah. We had been discussing about that a lot and what Fleur did was stupid and it will have some consequences. We will continue writing, no worries. Oh, that mamba is quite smart and the best wingman ever, or is it a wingsnake [nonsense shakes her head in the background] what? I can make silly jokes [pouts].
PerpetualNonsense: There is only room for one of us to have stupid jokes Fran! Let me keep my title haha but also, good one. I'm proud of you lol. Stubborn Fleur just loves shooting herself in the foot and it's so going to bite her in the ass. I won't say much, but it takes effect pretty quickly lol

ThatGayNerd: Fran here: Oh yes, we read all the reviews and we enjoy them tons. We will finish the story although the updates are not that frequent rest assured that you'll read the end of it. Oh, the mamba is my baby. We have the mamba and its origin written but we are still figuring out where to add it since there are some stuff that we need to write first, like next chapter lol. We are getting there, please be patient.
PerpetualNonsense: When did you learn how to read Fran...? (flinches) Please don't murder me. Remember you need me for this story too haha. As for the last chapter, I really liked the symbolism of them being so close, but so far away in a sense. It's kind of agony, really. Fran has written up the mamba stuff and she is right, we are waiting for the right time to throw it in. It's definitely a cool origin story to say the least.

LookingAtYouKid: Fran here: LOL! I have no idea who you are talking about [looks away whistling] well that event will be awesome, just a preview of the nuclear war ahead after Fleur realizes that her dear sister bedded her mate bwhahaha.
PerpetualNonsense: I would like to make my case now, before I get slaughtered, that anything that happens or anyone that gets brought in from other stories, is NOT my fault! It's entirely hers! She's guilty officer! I saw her do it! Wow...I turned on her a lot quicker than I would. Self-preservation at its finest lol All I will really say on the matter is...shit is gonna get real...and I'm so looking forward to it lol

Bella67x: Fran here: That triangle is damn hot and dangerous that we can't get enough of it XD.
PerpetualNonsense: It's the triangle from hell . . . there's going to be so much drama . . . I love it lol

Lipeviez: Fran here: Have you done some yoga? I highly recommend it after this chap. Please don't kill us. Repeat after me "it's a Fleurmione, the authors promised". Actually, the Fleurmione will start developing soon so keep your hopes up. One great thing about this collab is that we started discussing the characters' personalities first so we knew how rebellious and cheeky Gabrielle was supposed to be. She is in a veela phase that everything is about selfish enjoyment and that's why she's carefree. To me, Gabs is the appetizer but the main course will always be Fleur. Although our Fleur is a bit selfish and is angry, very angry at everything, she will have her redemption. We have planned so much for this story that it will blow your mind [in a good way, I hope].
PerpetualNonsense: Appetizer you say . . . so you agree? Veela is a delicacy haha as for you question on Gabrielle . . . I think she's honestly willing to overlook a lot in hopes that Hermione really is her mate. We've already given little signs that although they have a bit of chemistry, it's totally wrong. It may take a little time for that to become more apparent, but it will definitely show. It's kind of fun throwing in remarks about the dates being better suited for Fleur. Hint Hint HERMIONE AND GABRIELLE! Haha anyways, thank you for the review!

Pappa: Fran here: I know! I love Gabs but this is a Fleurmione and we will get there somehow. Lol I know Fleur is driving you insane, same here man, same here.
PerpetualNonsense: Yeah, it's going to definitely be a little sad for Hermione and Gabrielle, BUT the truth shall set them free! Meanwhile, Fleur is unfortunately, too far lodged up her own ass to escape lol

Guest: Fran here: We are getting closer to that moment [in one or two chaps actually]. Thanks for reading.
PerpetualNonsense: Oh yes, the meeting is coming soon and it is going to be soooooo effin great!

Fran here again: Since nonsense just threw me under the bus [I am watching you biatch XD] I took the democratic decision [not] to use a song that I consider of longing as the title of the chap. It fits that stubborn Fleur so well. Its name is 'call me call me' and belongs to the Cowboy Bebop OST as well.

Enjoy!


7.- Call me call me


A couple of weeks had passed since Hermione's first date with her fairy and they had gone on plenty more, but to Gabrielle's dismay, they had still yet to have a reoccurrence of their first encounter.

"Tonight, ees ze night." The veela nodded to herself as she turned left then right to check herself out in the mirror. She was wearing a short tight royal blue dress that was almost black that rode up her thighs and exposed a heaping helping of her cleavage. She fluffed her hair, but something still felt as if it was missing.

Lipstick. Of course!

She searched her make up drawer for a ruby red tint that would surely bring her date crumbling to her knees. She threw brushes and color pallets aside as her search grew more desperate and when she did finally find lipstick, it was not the shade she wanted.

"Not good enough." Gabrielle pouted as she crossed her arms and tapped her foot impatiently. Her bright eyes flitted about her room, hoping to find a small tube of lipstick laying around somewhere, but there was none to be found.

I know. Fleur must have some.

She snapped her fingers, pleased that she found a suitable solution. She crept out of her room, carefully heading towards Fleur's, which had been irritatingly occupied the last couple of weeks. Fleur never hung around the mansion and she had seen more of her sister in the last couple of weeks than she had in two years. It was a mystery that was grating on her nerves.

Every time she went to go on a date with her chosen, her sister was there, frowning at her disapprovingly. Sometimes she tried to cut her with her words, other times she just sat there silently, glaring at the younger Delacour out of the corner of her eye as she pretended to listen to whatever their mother was telling her.

Her presence hung over Gabrielle like a dark cloud. She could practically hear the thunder rumble before a bolt of lightning would strike her as if she was doing something wrong by seeing her mate.

Absurd.

Gabrielle scowled at the thought as she carefully twisted the door handle. A soft creak broke the dead silence, making the veela flinch. She waited for her sister to pop up behind her and berate her for going in her room, but when she didn't hear the tell-tale sound of Fleur's heels clicking on the marble, she let out a soft breath.

She made sure she was quick as she scoured her sibling's room and had to stop herself from letting out a gleeful noise when she procured the lipstick. She carefully ran the stick along her lips, rubbing her lips together, and popping them once when she was done before making sure she put the tube back exactly where she found it. Fleur was surprisingly astute and observant, especially when it came to her things.

She was home free, quickly heading down the hall towards the stairs when a pair of eyes that resembled her own halted her progress.

Shit.

"What were you doing in my room?" Fleur growled with her arms crossed, blocking her younger sibling's escape route.

"I wasn't in your room." Gabrielle shot back haughtily. She moved to step around her sister, but Fleur took a step to the right, blocking her path once more. "I don't have time for this! I'm going to be late."

"To see your mate?" Fleur spat out the word mate as if it was something vile, her nose scrunching distastefully at the thought. Something within her shifted uncomfortably. There was that word again, and it always left her with a sour taste in her mouth.

Gabrielle's posture stiffened at her sister's tone, her inner veela thrashing around at the insult Fleur subtly threw at her chosen one. "Not that it's any of your business, but yes." She spoke through gritted teeth, her hands clenching into fists at her sides. "Now, if you don't mind, I have to-"

Fleur cut off the younger veela's exit once more by stepping to the left, her eyes narrowing in on the ruby red tint Gabrielle's lips took on. One that she recognized immediately as it was a shade exclusively made for her "Is that my lipstick?"

"No." Gabrielle lied again, trying to get past her sister, but Fleur refused to let her pass.

"It is!" Fleur shouted, a new wave of anger washing over her at younger counterpart's blatant lie. "Take it off." She growled as she stepped forward into Gabrielle's personal space.

An eye roll was Gabrielle's response to the absurd demand. "Really? You want me to take it off?"

"Yes."

"Make me."

Fleur's eyes flashed gold at the challenge and was only a little surprised when Gabrielle's eyes flashed the same color. Gabrielle wasn't one to step up to an alpha, no matter how arrogant she could be at times, but it was known that even inadvertently messing with another veela's mate could cause such a reaction.

A smirk pulled at Gabrielle's lips when Fleur's only response was to square her shoulders. "Yeah, that's what I thought." She spat out cockily as she shoulder bumped her sister to breeze by her and head down the stairs.

It wasn't long before the sound of Fleur's heels furiously clacking on the ground made Gabrielle's ears perk.

"You're such a little brat!" Fleur shouted, making the other girl halt in her steps.

Gabrielle turned around, glaring daggers at the slightly taller witch a couple feet away that looked like she could kill in this moment. "And you're a miserable bitch."

Gold completely took over the model's irises. The bold statement just about tipped her over the edge. She was ready to strike Gabrielle down for speaking to her in such a manner. Her little sister had progressively gotten worse since she met her mate, she seemed to think she had some weight to throw around now. "What?"

"You've been lurking around here for weeks," Gabrielle spat as she crossed her arms and glared defiantly back at the alpha. "Snapping at me every chance you get and talking down about my mate. You make it unbearable to be around you. Not everyone wants to be miserable and die alone like you."

"You don't even know if she's yours." Fleur snapped back, that anger that had been building inside of her chest becoming almost unbearable. She felt a slight tremble in the tips of her fingers as she struggled to contain herself, but that smug look Gabrielle was giving her was making it so difficult. "You're just being the selfish brat you always are and taking what you want without a thought."

"What is going on here?" Antoinette's voice disrupted the argument that was quickly escalating. "Not this again." She sighed when she entered the foyer and pinched the bridge of her nose in irritation. The two siblings feud bled into every day. If they weren't yelling at each other, they were shooting each other glares, and mumbling things under their breath. The older veelas tried to let it slide, hoping this petty quarrel would end naturally, but it never stopped.

"She stole my lipstick." Fleur grumbled, crossing her arms petulantly.

"You're forgetting the crocodile tears dear sister." Gabrielle mocked the model. "We all know how you love to put on a show for grand-mère to get whatever you want."

"Gabrielle!" Antoinette hissed at the youngest Delacour.

"You owe me new lipstick." Fleur spoke through gritted teeth, her eyes narrowing at the cocky woman in the doorway. "I'll have to throw the whole tube away since you probably have herpes or Merlin knows what else. You've probably already given it to your mate with how much you've been sneaking out to see her."

Antoinette whipped around to her other grandchild, her eyes wide and disapproving. "Fleur! Apologize this instant!"

"It's fine." Gabrielle smiled insincerely. "She's just lashing out, because she's miserable and will never have what I do."

"Fuck you." Fleur spat, lifting up a glass vase to throw at the insufferable witch, but her grand-mère's voice halted her before she could hurl it.

"Don't you dare." Antoinette growled, her eyes glowing gold, which was a very rare occasion. She wasn't the type of veela to flex her power, but that vase had been a gift from a very dear friend to her wife and her granddaughter was a second away from shattering it.

"Fuck you right back." Gabrielle sneered before slamming the door behind her.

"I don't know what has gotten into you, but you need to stop." Antoinette spoke firmly to the still fuming heiress which just earner her a sharp glare from the younger woman. "Don't look at me like that. I have half a mind to tell Josephine that you almost broke her favorite vase."

Fleur stood still for a moment. Her posture remained stiff, but she finally put the vase down. "Whatever." She grumbled, apparating to her own flat before she could be scolded any further. She didn't need to stick around to deal with another lecture and disapproving stares. They were the ones that were wrong, not her. Gabrielle was acting so carelessly, and they just let her get away with.

They treat me like I'm the irresponsible one.

It's just not fair.

Fleur made her way to a half empty bottle of wine, undoing the cork before she put the bottle to her lips. She didn't even bother to pour it into a glass and drank it straight from the source.

She paced the length of her living room, her blood still boiling, when she came upon a black envelope with a red ribbon tied around it.

Merde, Is it that time of the year already?


Hermione apparated by the entrance of the Delacour manor and didn't have time to get rid of the uneasy feeling that accompanied that kind of transportation when she felt a scorching pain coming from her left forearm.

"What is it with you and this place?" the Ravenclaw asked annoyed "every time I come to pick Gabrielle up you become all anxious" the mamba hissed and moved all the way up the arm and wrapped around the photographer's neck instead. The more it squeezed the more Hermione's skin grew warm.

"Stop that" the Ravenclaw scolded her tattoo that decided to hiss and hide when she saw certain blonde coming their way.

"You're late."

All of the anger Gabrielle felt suddenly dissipated in her veins when she saw the disappointed look on her mate's face standing in the driveway.

"Je suis désolé." She sighed, running a hand through her long blonde locks. "I got 'eld up by my sister."

Hermione raised an eyebrow at the excuse. Gabrielle's sister had held up a lot of their dates, but she had never been quite this late before. "Again?"

"Oui, she 'as been quite annoying." The blonde grumbled, glaring over her shoulder at the towering mansion.

"Well, we unfortunately missed our reservation." Hermione rubbed her arm, shifting her gaze to the side.

"Non!" Gabrielle cried, turning her attention back to her clearly downtrodden mate. "I will not let 'er ruin our night." Her face was set in a straight line, determination shining her crystal blue orbs as she grabbed the brunette's hand. "Let me make you dinner to make eet up to you."

A small smile quirked at the edge of Hermione's lips at the idea of the petite witch cooking. "You cook?"

"Don't look so surprised." Gabrielle huffed, putting her nose in the air "I am French so of course I would cook somezing delicious"

"I just never imagined you being a cook." The photographer laughed. "You seem..."

"Too air-headed? Bratty?" the fairy asked with a raised eyebrow. It was just too amusing to tease the now flushed photographer.

"No, no, no." Hermione shook her head, her hair whipping in her face as she quickly backtracked. She hadn't meant to offend her date. She was just startled by the revelation. "Um...proper."

"Proper." Gabrielle scoffed, a smile starting to overtake her own features at the Ravenclaw's poor attempt to recover.

"Yeah, I mean..." Hermione held up her hand, waving towards the extravagant building in front of them. "Look where you live."

"I will let zis one go, but just so you know, you are 'orrible at recovering." The veela smirked as she grabbed her mate's hand. "But I find it adorable."

"Well, that's good, I suppose." Hermione mumbled as she felt those familiar butterflies fill her stomach when her date grabbed her hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. "So, do you want to-"

"Go to your place?" Gabrielle chirped before the photographer could finish. She had yet to see the elusive golden mamba's flat and heading straight to Hermione's house definitely increased her chances of finally getting more than a good night kiss. "I would love to." She grinned, planting a kiss on Hermione's cheek that left a red out print of her lips.

Hermione felt that burn return to her stomach at the idea. She had abstained from going too far with the fairy for weeks and it became more difficult with each passing day. She wasn't sure she could trust herself to behave, especially since Tonks was at her own place tonight and Gabrielle looked exceptionally delectable.

"Sure." She squeaked out before she could stop herself and then the next thing she knew, they were standing in her living room.

"Hmmm..." Gabrielle hummed as she idly walked around Hermione's living room. The place was modest with a minimalistic style, but it suited the brunette.

"It's not quite a mansion." Hermione self-consciously interjected before Gabrielle could even say anything. The fairy was clearly surrounded by gorgeous rich architecture that made her nice flat seem like the slums in comparison. She definitely wasn't wanting for anything, but she was no heiress.

"I like eet." Gabrielle turned on her heel, smiling sincerely at the nervous photographer. Her eyes continued to wander the walls until they fell upon a picture of a field of Amaryllis and white clovers.

She irritably recognized the flowers as her sister's favorite. The photo struck a chord in her, filling her with a guilt she didn't understand. Her brow knit together as she tried to figure out where this feeling came from. Maybe, it was because she left the mansion on such bad terms with Fleur, but now the photograph just stirred unknown feelings that upset her somehow.

"That was the first picture I took." Hermione's quiet voice pulled Gabrielle from her musings, forcing a pleasant smile to overtake her features as she turned to face her mate.

"I feel like I'm already starting to find some cracks een ze cool demeanor of ze golden mamba."

"I wouldn't go that far." Hermione laughed good naturedly.

Gabrielle hummed in response, stepping forward to rest her arms on her date's shoulders as she got lost in amber eyes. "Your 'air 'as gotten longer." She spoke with a small grin as she fingers idly played with the brown strands that dripped down to her mate's shoulders. "I like eet."

Hermione raised an eyebrow, resting her hands on the slightly shorter witch's hips. "You didn't like it short?"

"I did not say zat." Gabrielle laughed, shaking her head. "I like your 'air, no matter 'ow eet looks."

"Is that so?"

Gabrielle just nodded her head, catching her plump lower lip between her teeth as her bright eyes strayed down to Hermione's mouth. "Oui." She replied as she started to lean in to close the distance between them.

"Hey, Hermione, I-"

A growl of irritation left the photographer's lips when she heard her assistant barge into her flat.

"I didn't know you'd have company." A big smile overtook Tonks' face as Hermione carefully disentangled herself from her date.

"I told you I was going on a date." Hermione groaned. "Honestly, you have to be the worst assistant ever."

Tonks put a hand to her chest in mock pain at the statement. "Well, now you're just trying to hurt my feelings."

Gabrielle liked Hermione's friend, but she couldn't help but feel a bit irritated at the interruption. She felt like she was going to finally get somewhere after a couple of weeks of getting zero action, but the moment got spoiled as soon as it had started, but she wasn't one to be deterred. She was a witch on a mission tonight.

"Um 'Ermione..." Gabrielle spoke quietly, catching the brunette's attention. "Could you show me where ze bazroom ees?"

"Oh, yeah, it's just down-" Hermione pointed down the hall but was interrupted.

"Non, could you show me?" She asked with a raised eyebrow.

Hermione was a little perplexed by the question. This felt like a cleverly laid trap, but innocence shone in those sapphire orbs.

Maybe she wants to talk.

"Sure." The photographer mumbled as lead the fairy down the hall. She went to leave, but a soft hand grabbed her and pulled her into the bathroom with a firm yank before the door was closed and locked behind them.

She meant to ask what Gabrielle wanted, but the French witch made her intentions clear when she pressed herself against the Ravenclaw and practically smashed her mouth onto her own.

"Gabrielle." Hermione tried to protest, but a tug on her lower lip from perfectly white teeth made her eyes roll back as those same hands that pulled her into the bathroom dug into her back.

"I can't stand eet anymore." Gabrielle mumbled as she kissed down to Hermione's neck, biting on the soft flesh of the other woman's pulse point. "I need you."

Hermione fought to keep herself in line. She gritted her teeth, dug her nails into her palms, did anything she could to stop herself. The feel of the other girl's tongue licking up the side of her neck before her lips rested on her ear, her warm breath sending shivers down her spine, was almost enough for her to collapse. "I'm not wearing any underwear."

Bloody fucking hell. This girl is going to be the death of me.

Hermione had to give it to her. Gabrielle was a woman who knew how to get what she wanted, and she was almost ashamed to say it was working. Her restraint finally snapped when Gabrielle bit down on her earlobe and grabbed her hands, forcing them to run up her outer thighs.

Alright. That's it.

The brunette finally caved in and gripped Gabrielle by the back of her thighs, eliciting an excited squeak. She captured those ruby red lips with her own, running her tongue over Gabrielle's lower lip as she not so gracefully propped her up on the counter next to the sink. Her hands traveled from the veela's outer thighs to the inner part, slowly running her nails up the warm flesh.

Gabrielle squirmed under the touch she had been craving for weeks, but just when Hermione was almost where she needed her, she suddenly stopped.

"Non!" Gabrielle cried out in frustration. "'Ermione, please, I'm begging you."

"You were late." Hermione spoke with a raised eyebrow, a smirk tugging at her lips. "I hardly think you deserve a good romping. I'm afraid you'll see it as a reward."

"Eet wasn't my fault." The blonde whined petulantly as she tried to grab Hermione's hands to put them back where they had previously been, but Hermione yanked them back before she could get a good grasp.

"Nope." She shook her head, a look of mock disapproval taking over her countenance. "I'm not touching you."

"But-"

Hermione put a finger to the other girl's lips to silence her, but soon found her finger enveloped by a warm mouth and a tongue running along the digit. Her jaw would have dropped at the sight if she had been less sexually experienced. "But..." Hermione mumbled, clenching her jaw to stop herself from caving in. "There is something else you can do."

"Oh?" Gabrielle purred, releasing finger from her mouth to move her hands to the button of the other girl's pants. She started to slowly undo it and was about to slip her hand into the small opening, but her wrist was snatched before she could go too far.

"It's not me I want you to touch." Hermione spoke with that icy tone and dark look she wore the first time they had sex.

Icy eyes lit with excitement at this turn of events and while she wouldn't be having Hermione touch her, at least not yet, she could still play with her date. She knew she would need to put on a good show if she was going to entice the other girl enough to participate more. She was never one to back down to a challenge, so with a coy smile she pulled back from the other girl and moved her hands to her own body.

She gave Hermione a pointed look as she grabbed the sides of dress, slowly hiking up the silky material until it settled on her hips, but still covered just enough to leave the other witch wanting more.

"So zis ees what you want?" She asked as her right hand slid up her inner thigh. She didn't have any desire to tease herself more than she already had been, but she still made a show of leaning back a bit as her fingertips brushed across her tight bundle of nerves.

"Yes." Hermione replied simply as she took a step back and leaned against the wall across from the other girl to better appreciate the view in front of her. She crossed her arms to keep them to herself as she watched the veela bite down on her own lower lip as she dipped two fingers into herself.

A soft moan escaped the blonde as she retracted the fingers a couple times only to re-enter herself before moving back to her tight bundle of nerves. She moved at an agonizingly slow pace, but the torture felt so good, especially with those golden eyes locked onto her.

Her breaths started to become more labored as she quickened the pace, her heart thumping painfully in her chest as she tilted her head back and let a moan out, "'Ermione."

Hermione dug her nails into her biceps when that velvety voice moaned out her name. The witch held herself up with her left arm, pressing her back and head into the wall as more moans started to slip past those blood red lips.

The witch was already getting close. She could tell by how her breathing became more erratic and by the flush of her cheeks. Her hips were moving of their own accord, longing for Hermione to steady her, but the photographer stayed rooted to her spot.

"Merde." Gabrielle groaned out, her knuckles holding the edge of the counter turning white as she almost reached her peak.

"I don't remember saying you could come yet." Hermione finally spoke up with that firm tone that sent goosebumps shooting up and down Gabrielle's arms.

"'Ermione, s'il vous plait." Gabrielle whined, refusing to slow her movement. "I'm almost zere."

"And you will stay there," The Ravenclaw stepped forward and grabbed the girl's wrist to halt her movements. Long eyelashes fluttered open to reveal stormy pleading blue. "Until I say you can go further."

"Just touch me." Gabrielle mumbled, looking up into intense amber. "I know you want to."

Gabrielle hardly expected Hermione to comply, but surprisingly, the brunette released her wrist so she could continue her movements while the photographer started to kiss her shoulder blade. She shuddered when she felt teeth scape the bone, a loud moan ripping from her chest as a warmth started to spread through her whole body.

"Merde." She cursed as a tongue ran over the recently abused shoulder. She picked up the pace of her fingers while her other hand gripped Hermione's back. She pulled the brilliant witch as closely as she could to her as she started to reach the edge again.

"Not yet." Hermione mumbled as Gabrielle writhed underneath her. She kissed down to the blonde's mostly exposed chest, kissing the top of her breast and biting down hard enough to leave a hickey. "I need you to beg first." She spoke against the warm skin beneath her lips before using a hand to lower the fabric to expose a pink nipple.

Another moan was ripped from the blonde's throat when those expert lips wrapped around her nipple, the teeth gently scraping it while Hermione's other hand found purchase on her shapely butt.

"S'il vous plait." Gabrielle breathed out as she struggled to keep herself from tipping over. "I'll do anyzing 'Ermione. Just please let me. I'm so close."

Hermione furrowed her brow as she kissed her way up Gabrielle's full chest, seeming to contemplate her answer. It was clear the French witch wouldn't be able to hold off much longer by the way her hips started to move against her, and she wasn't sure she could wait any longer either.

She finally kissed up her neck to her ear, placing her lips against her ear very similarly to how Gabrielle had done to her earlier before whispering, "come for me."

That was all the other girl needed to make her tip over the edge as she felt waves of pleasure rip through her entire body. It felt like electricity was coursing through her veins as she cried out the other girls' name. A string of unintelligible curses in her native tongue tumbled from her mouth as she thrashed against the photographer.

Eventually, her breath started to even out as she slowly came back down to earth while Hermione sweetly kissed her neck.

"Merde..." She sighed as her eyes glazed over, a feeling of content filling her. "That was-"

"Oh, we're not done yet." Hermione growled as she replaced the blonde's hand with her own.


An hour later, they finally re-emerged from the bathroom, their hair tussled. and their cheeks flushed.

"Wow, that was quite the bathroom trip." Tonks mumbled with a smirk. She was seated in the living room with her feet propped up on the coffee table, reading a random magazine Hermione had laying around. "I was beginning to worry one of you fell in."

"I can't believe you're still here." The brunette grumbled while Gabrielle readjusted her dress and fixed her hair with a satisfied smile.

"So..." The French witch let out a breath. "Dinner?"

A scoff slipped past Tonks lips. The other girl was clearly incapable of being embarrassed. "What's for dinner?" An infuriating smile lit up her face that made her boss bristle.

"You're not invited!"

"Non, eet ees fine." Gabrielle waved off her mate's anger. "I am 'appy to do eet. Eet's ze least I can do." She shot the Ravenclaw a wink before sauntering into the kitchen.

"So much for abstaining." Tonks scoffed, but it was clear she was messing with her friend by the tone of her voice. She was honestly proud Hermione had managed to go this long without ripping the other girl's clothes off.

"Hush." Hermione hissed as she idly ran a hand through her brown locks.

Tonks just shook her head with a smile before her eyes drifted to the black envelope still sitting on the end table by the door. "Are you going to ask her?"

Gabrielle had a knack for knowing when she was being talked about and this was no exception. "Ask me what?" She asked as her head popped out of the kitchen with a sly smile.

Hermione shot her assistant a glare who responded with a shrug. She had been debating on inviting Gabrielle to this horrible event but wasn't quite sure yet. Now, it would seem her hand was forced.

"I was uh..." Hermione cleared her throat, ignoring the giggling of the purple haired witch to her side. "I was wondering if you would like to go to this award ceremony with me." She lifted up the back envelope to show the veela who raised an eyebrow. "It's a masquerade this year."

"An award ceremony masquerade, huh?" She asked, her smile stretching when she realized that this was the one Fleur went to every year. It would drive her sister absolutely mad if she showed up on the arm of the golden mamba and that alone was enough incentive for her to go. "I'm in."


Fran A/N: I will walk back slowly and hide behind my boulder again. I think that the entire scene in the bathroom is fitting as Hermione wants to be different in this relationship but she just learned that it's pretty hard to say no to a veela. The next chap will be the masquerade! So, buckle up coz the road ahead will be veeeery bumpy. I would love to read your thoughts so I will be anxiously waiting [even flames are accepted to keep us warm at night].

Perpetual Nonsense AN: You guys can send all the flames Fran's way because it is entirely too hot right now for me to handle in this summer heat haha I'm not sorry for this chapter at all. It was super fun to write. The whole sibling fight, which hit so close to home for me with having older sisters, was great. I remember what happened when I touched their things and this scene was far nicer than what occurred for real lol As for the smut, also not sorry lol It was an interesting thing to try to write for sure. As Fran said, Hermione is trying to be different and wants to keep to the rule of no sex, but Gabrielle is clearly, very persuasive lol. Anyways, send flames Fran's way. I'm already dying from the heat, so you have no power here! Haha. On a serious note, we always do adore reading your guys' thoughts and would love to know what you think about this insane chapter X)