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You don't know how long you've been laying there.

On the floor.

On the cold floor.

In your empty home.

You don't know what to do.

You feel a bit lost.

But you surprise yourself.

In a moment of strength you decided to get up.

You stumble a bit on your legs.

But you manage to get up regardless.

You look around your home.

It's empty.

She really did leave you.

I mean you did ask her to leave.

But the reality of the situation becomes all too real.

You're at a loss for what to do.

So you decide to seek comfort.

From the one person that hasn't let you down.

The one friend who's never quite left your side.

Even though you've kind of left his.

You apparate to Grimmauld Place.

The place you know Harry is currently living in while he's going through Auror training.

He told you as much the last time you saw him, the December that just passed for Christmas at the Burrow.

You apparate directly into the dinning room, where you find a startled Harry polishing a broomstick.

"Hermione," he says looking at you, broom in hand.

He'd certainly not expected you.

"Harry," you sigh out, taking ahold of a nearby chair.

You can feel the last of your courage leave you.

Harry noticies much the same as he immediately puts his broom down and gets up moving round to you.

He leads you to the living room where he leads you to sit down on one of his couches.

He doesn't say anything to you.

So you use the last bit of courage remaining to you.

And you confess.

You tell him what you've been going through since the end of the war.

What you've struggled with.

That fateful day that Fleur came to see you.

The day's leading up to your first tryst.

Harry's eyes slightly widened at that bit.

Guess he never thought you had it in you.

Hell, you didn't think you had it in you either.

You go on to tell him about the feelings you've developed.

How for a moment.

A small moment.

You allowed yourself to open up to someone.

You really thought she felt the same way about you.

But in the end she'd lied to you.

Had been fooling around with some other bloke.

Harry places his hand in your knee at that.

"Are you sure it isn't yours?" Harry asks.

You look back at him with a sad look, you shake your head.

"I have too low a sperm count,"

He looks back at you in turn.

"You mentioned that you'd felt an energy like none other,"

You nod in turn, for you had.

Being with Fleur was like awakening a side of yourself you never knew existed.

You suddenly found yourself with an unprecedented amount of energy.

And you'd used that excess energy to satiate your desire for Fleur.

A desire that hadn't seemed to want to go away, no matter how many times you'd taken the French witch.

"Is it possible that Fleur's Veela blood may have had any affect on that?" He tentatively asks you.

The words of denial just about leave your lips when it dawns on you.

Veela blood.

Veela.

Fleur was one quarter veela.

And albeit not a full fledged one.

She had enough to partially transform during the Tri-Wizard Tournament.

Could her blood have been potent enough to have had an adverse effect on you?

You look up into Harry's waiting eyes.

"Could you come with me to see a muggle doctor?" you ask out of the blue.

You don't know what you'll discover.

But you'd rather not be alone.

Especially not now.

He looks at you in slight surprise, but it's quickly replaced by one of reassurance.

"Course Hermione," he says getting up and pulling you up with him.

You take his hand in yours and apparate.

A moment later.

You both stand in front of a building.

Not small in stature but not overly huge either.

The place where you'd been told you were more or less sterile all those years ago.

The place where one small dream of yours was murdered.

To one day have a family.

"Do you think they'd take you without an appointment?" He asks, breaking you away from your thoughts.

The doctor is an old friend of your father's.

You haven't seen him in years.

But you did receive the letter of his condolences regarding your parent's passing.

The official story the Ministry had crafted and staged was an accident while vacationing in Australia.

It'd saved you the trouble of explaining to your parent's patients and employees.

As well as their friends and the rest of your family, of their sudden disappearance.

A favor Kingsley had done to give you an easier time of it after the fall of Voldemort.

"He knows me," you reply.

Harry gives you the best encouraging smile he can and takes interlocks your hands.

"Together," he encourages as you nod in turn and head into the building before you.

- x -

"This is not the most conventional of situations," Oleanna spoke, a contemplative look on her face.

Fleur looked at her grandmere as the full blooded veela contemplated her situation.

After confessing the romance of sorts she'd had with the Golden girl, Fleur's grandmere had simply listened.

"Non," a sigh.

"She did not acquire the appendage needed to mate with you through your blood?"

Fleur has the decency to sport a soft blush at the words.

"Oh don't be such a prude ma petite, it is just sex,"

"It is lovely and should be cherished!" Oleanna exclaims.

Taking a moment to collect herself, Fleur looks at her beaming grandmere.

"All it did was get me tossed aside like I meant nothing," the bitterness does not go unnoticed by her grandmere.

"It is simply a miscommunication," Oleanna reasons.

"She seemed very adamant," Fleur counters.

"She is a witch, not knowledgable in the ways of our kind," Oleanna simply replies.

"She is the brightest witch of her age,"

"Who is not that bright if she has not been able to decipher that the bebe you carry is hers," Oleanna reasons once more.

She can still feel the rage.

The anger.

The feeling of pure unbridled fury.

Hermione was her mate.

The mate she'd been told from a young age, would make her the happiest.

Would bring her joy.

Would cherish her.

It had taken losing a husband to bring them together.

And for what.

To be given a false hope.

To be tossed aside.

Left to wander this world without her truest of loves.

Cursed be her blood.

Her grandmere must have sensed her inner turmoil.

As she'd taken her hands in her's once more.

"When you two made love, you mentioned that she already had the appendage needed to create," Oleanna mentioned once more.

Fleur didn't bother fighting her grandmere and simply nodded in turn.

"And you did not use a contraceptive spell," her grandmere stated.

"Non, Hermione mentioned that it was not necessary,"

"Oh?" a quirked eyebrow.

"She mentioned that she could not get me preg-

It hits you all at once.

"It is your veela blood," your grandmere speaks, breaking you from your stupor.

"My veela blood," you repeat.

"It is very potent,"

You can only stare at your grandmere in turn drinking in her words.

"When a veela has reached maturity our blood seeks out our mate, seeks to be complete,"

"Provided the mate has reached an age of maturity as well,"

"I met Hermione during her fourth year," you muse aloud, your grandmere simply smiles and nods in turn.

"She had not yet reached her majority ma petite," she reasons for you.

"Once you are both at an age does the veela blood lure, not in the way these feeble minded wizards think mind you, why a veela is seen as a creature that seeks to take as many men is beyond me," she rolls her eyes at that.

"A heightened feeling of urgency overtakes you both and you cannot satiate your desire for one another, no matter how many times you join, not until the result of your passion culminates in another life,"

"So the feeling of -

"Oui," your grandmere confirms.

"Veela blood is incredibly potent, it has the ability to make the most infertile of creature a fountain of potency,"

You feel a swirl of emotions.

She had mentioned after the first time you'd joined that it was impossible for her to get you pregnant.

How could you have overlooked that.

Of course.

Of course she'd rejected you outright after your trip to St. Mungo.

She thought you'd gotten pregnant by someone else.

You want to scream in frustration at the mess this has all become.

A miscommunication.

She didn't toss you away.

She was only trying to protect herself from the hurt she felt at your "betrayal"

When in fact it hadn't been a betrayal at all.

You're standing before you even realize it.

Your grandmere looks at you with a knowing smile.

"I need to fix this," you state with resolution.

"The fireplace in my bedroom has lovely lighting," your grandmere says with a smile as she ushers you to her rooms.

- x -

"By god," were the first words out of the Doctors mouth.

He'd initially been surprised to see you and Harry walk through the doors of his practice.

Had greeted you cordially and you in turn had apologized for the sudden request.

He'd looked at you for a few moments taking in your state.

Disheveled hair.

But then again when had that not been.

Crumpled clothes.

You really should have stopped at yours to get a change of clothes.

But no matter.

You were here now.

And you needed an answer to the question at the forefront of your mind.

I'd only taken him a few moments to ponder your request.

Before he'd agreed and asked you to follow him into one of the rooms.

Harry had given your hand a gentle squeeze before letting you know he'd be waiting till you finished.

Once inside the exam room did the Doctor ask you if Harry was your boyfriend.

Earning a chuckle from you.

You quickly explained that he was just your best mate.

There to offer you support.

The doctor simply nodded administering the procedure.

Simply put.

He asked you to ejaculate into a cup so that he could collect your sperm.

Which had flustered you.

But you knew what the procedure entailed.

And got to it.

Once he left the room of course.

He returned a few minutes later.

Collected your cup.

And a waiting game ensued.

What would the results be?

Would they be the same?

Were you just getting your hopes up for nothing?

And if the results were positive.

And you in fact did get Fleur with child.

You'd just ruined the only possible chance at a family.

At love.

Who else would want someone like you.

The Doctor's return startled you from your thoughts.

He'd muttered a 'by god'

Before informing you that he'd never seen anything like your results before.

It was a miracle.

Your sperm count was.

200+ million sperm per millimeter.

You'd not only seemed to have increased.

But you'd increased so exponentially that now.

Now.

Now you were even considered to have a higher than normal count.

You were potent.

You were.

You were.

An idiot.

You quickly thanked the Doctor for his time.

Hastily asked him how much your bill was.

To which in turn he'd given you a happy smile in turn and told you 'no charge, the least I can do for Chris' girl,'

You thanked him in turn and left the exam room.

Dragging a somewhat confused Harry out of the Doctor's.

You lead him a safe distance away before you apparated the both of you back to your home.

Only there did you tell Harry.

And here you both were.

Sitting on your couch.

Trying to think of a way to fix this mess you've seemed to have gotten yourself into.

"What if you just tell her what you were thinking?'

With a sigh you reply "You didn't see how angry she was at me,"

And it was true.

She looked hurt as well, you can't forget that.

She looked so betrayed.

And why wouldn't she.

From her perspective.

You literally 'hit it and quit it'

"She probably thinks I'm a right tosser," you mutter aloud.

Harry puts a hand on your knee in turn.

"Its just a misunderstanding, I'm sure she'll see reason,"

You sigh in turn and give him a small nod.

"Right, and Ron will be overjoyed that I got his older brother's widow pregnant,"

You can't help but think of the negatives.

You hadn't considered it up until this point.

There was no way in all hell that the Weasley's would be ok with you after this.

I mean how could they be?

It hadn't even been a year yet.

And Fleur was expecting a child with someone not her husband.

Not their Bill.

You can't imagine they getting cool with this development any time soon.

Harry looks contemplative for a moment before answering your statement.

"He's grown a lot since," he tries to reason.

"And Molly?" you can only ask.

Provided Ron could get on board with the reality of the situation.

How would Molly take this?

Lot of good you did, Fleur and Molly's relationship was the best it'd ever been after the war.

And now you've ruined it.

"I'm sur-,"

A sudden pop stops Harry mid-sentence.

You both draw your wands and spring to your feet.

"Ermione?"

Fleur's voice filters through the air.

Harry looks at you for a second before mouthing a 'good luck' and apparating away.

Great.

Well shit.

Moment of truth.

You muster up what courage is left to you and walk towards the direction of Fleur's voice.

The Dining Room.

- x -

You don't know how long you've both been staring at each other before she makes the first move and speaks.

"We need to talk," she says, making no movement to walk closer to you.

You can't seem to bring yourself to walk closer to her either.

You nod in turn and she takes this as an invitation to take a seat across the table from you.

You sit in turn.

And take a bold move.

"I'm sorry for the way I acted,"

She looks at you in surprise.

I guess she didn't hold much stock in you being brave for once.

"It's a long story, but when I was younger I was told there was no possibility that I could ever impregnate someone, much less carry a child," you begin.

You can feel your rapidly beating heart.

Can feel your palms get sweaty.

But you carry on "It ate away at me, so I never thought,"

You pause for a moment to try to gather yourself.

Your hands are placed on the table.

You can see as they tremble a little.

A moment later Fleur puts her hand over yours.

You look up at her.

You expect to see judgement.

But you don't.

You can only see.

Love.

Understanding.

Compassion.

You can do this.

"I-I just never thought that I could,"

You take in a shuddering breath as you let a few stray tears spill.

Fleur doesn't pull away but in turn squeezes your hand in support.

"I never thought that I could have a-a family," you take a few calming breaths again.

"And after my parents," she squeezes your hand again as you let several more tears fall.

"A-After my parents were killed during the war, I just didn't think I'd ever have one, that no one would want me," you finish, the tears are freely falling from your eyes now.

Fleur just holds your hand, you can see that she's spilled a few silent tears herself.

"My veela blood," Fleur starts. She grips your hand tightly and you turn it over to properly hold her hand in turn.

"It has magical properties, zat only my mate," she takes a moment. A few more tears spill from her eyes and you reach over with your free hand to brush them away.

With her free hand she holds your hand to her cheek.

You don't look away.

Not now.

You will not run away.

Never again.

"That only my mate will react to, it has the power to make 'ou potent if you were not before, to feel a heightened Pulsion Sexuelle," she goes on.

Your mum and dad made you take a few years of french when you were in primary school so you're well versed enough to know she just said sex drive.

"I tried to run away from it, tried to be happy with William," Fleur takes another pause. Her tears fall freely now.

"B-But I could not, no matter 'ow much I tried, I-I could not," you don't know what to say to that. But you can feel the anguish Fleur feels.

"But it did lead me to 'ou, and now zis," Fleur says, removing the hand holding yours to her cheek and placing it on her flat stomach.

"We created life,"

You don't know what led you to do it.

But you don't question it.

You quickly stand, reach over and pull her lips to yours.

You cry into the kiss as much as you can feel her own tears against yours.

You cup her cheeks as you pour your soul into this one kiss.

Can feel the salt of her tears as they continue to fall, mingled with your own.

"I love you," you finally admit once you break for air.

She in turn wraps her arms around your neck pulling you further into her.

You can feel her joy.

And you feel like you're walking on air.

"Je t'aime aussi," she mutters into you as she holds you.

You don't know how long you both stay in that position before your knees let you know that they'd like more blood flow.

In your passion.

You'd reached over the table and stayed on the table in a kneeling position.

"Umm Fleur, m-my knees," you say.

Fleur pulls back from you and gives you room to get off the table.

You do so in haste.

Taking her hand in yours once you're properly standing.

"I want to build a life with you," you utter the words.

You never thought you'd ever get the chance to utter those words.

"Oui me too," she replies in turn. She looks into your eyes with her own expectant ones.

You don't know what this life will bring.

But with Fleur.

You're sure you can handle anything.

- x -

Aaaand that's all folks! Hope you enjoyed this story of mine!...Haha only joking! This story will continue! Still have a few more little tid-bits up my sleeve! Anywho hope you guys enjoyed the chapter! I will see you guys in the next one! Stay safe out there!

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