Gabby's Punishment

An: I'm trying to not break canon too much, but at the same time this is based purely on the intention of sexual entertainment, so I'm not losing any sleep on whether the lore is all wrong.

STORY

Phew! I can finally conclude that after three days and nights from my nightmares, I can get this update written up and go to bed. I'm exhausted right now.

The hotel room is constantly a warzone...of words only, of course. If Hannah isn't arguing with me, Hermione is, sometimes both at the same time. If they are not doing that they are ignoring my existence. And I also know that even when I'm not there, they are verbally attacking EACH OTHER.

Although that is pretty suspicious. I mean, if they are my ”victims” then shouldn't victims naturally stick together. And why not argue with each other when I'm present? That's literally the only thing they don't do.

I can't help myself from envisioning some sort of elaborate collaborative plan, using a cover of negative chemistry to trick me into a false sense of security. I could, of course, be paranoid. But better that than a fool.

So unbeknowst to them both I have set-up some voice recording objects in both hotel rooms and en suites. It's intelligent magic that can transform any inanimate object into voice capturing devices, even when you are using the object for its original purpose.

Hermione made me buy a pack of toothbrushes and a tube of toothpaste the other day. She wanted something called mouthwash too, but what are wands for if you're not going to use them. That venture to the shops was a vital opportunity to enchant the brushes, enabling me to hear anything Hermione says (or does, wink wink) in the bathroom.

I did the same to Hannah, only enchanting her brush for her hair instead of her teeth. And in both bedrooms I have my own private items placed randomly around the room. Not a single blind spot in which I won't be able to hear.

Like I said it was intelligent magic, therefore Hermione may know of it, there's certainly not a lot I am able to get past her. But she's either a great actress or has no knowledge of my spy toys listening in on their conversations.

Obviously though I can't review the recordings straight away, and the charms are permanent and otherwise record an entire day of absolutely nothing.

That's one of the reasons I'm so tired. Note I said ONE of the reasons. Logging one device's recording took an hour, and I had five to log. Five hours of listening to pointless conversation and room ambiance.

Riveting stuff to do alone, at one in the morning, not.

Besides that my parents decide it's time I got a job. I resigned from my position at Gringotts a year ago, and goblins did not give second chances. So I was **** to accompany my papa into the French Ministry. I was introduced to the heads of three bureaus: Joaquin Choellé (Justice Magique), Eleanor Grośmile (Affaires Gastromagiques) and Marie Allic-Renoir (Magicommunications).

I have interviews with all three bureaus in the coming week, and my father's guaranteed me that I will start work for one them the week after next.

I've never been so unwilling to work in my life. I've virtually got no say in the matter, as I've got no reason to be unemployed. No reason that I want people to know about that is. My only hope is that Grandmere can save me, she didn't look too pleased with my father when she heard about this.

So I'm juggling a double life, a potential professional life, and waging war with my sister. Does that sound tiring to you, because it really is?

My sister Gabrielle used to be my little cherub, the apple of my eye, my mini-me. She'd ask to dress up like me, and I'd help her to get it right. I'd give her the first and last bonbon I had just to see her delightful smile.

Teenhood changed her. Her mischief became trouble, her cheekiness became rudeness, and she could be downright evil where she had been angelic before. But she was still my little Gabby, and in fairness she had only copied my own teenage transformation.

How did all of that sweetness suddenly become sour? Why was my greatest friend now also my worst enemy? I have no desire to hurt my sister in any way, but she was hellbent on interfering and disrupting my life.

I know you righteous people are sitting there reading this and backing my sister all the way. You're applauding her for the strength to stand against her own family member, when that family member was committing atrocities over women left, right and centre.

But Gabrielle is no heroine, she is not a saint. She's the biggest hypocrite in France. Did you know she very nearly got expelled at Beauxbatons last year? What was it for you ask, misconduct? Poor attendance? Failure to complete work?

No. Attempted ****. On five, that is FIVE, separate occasions. The first two she got away with, claiming them to have been "thrall experiments", as she was at the age for her thrall to be rather rampant. The being boys thing helped her argument.

The third was a girl but, luckily for Gabby, was recognised as a serial liar. The initial claim was immediately ignored.

The fourth, another boy, was too scared to report Gabby himself. A group of girls, known to constantly lock heads with my sister, reported it instead. Whilst uncertain, the report was acknowledged and followed up. Gabby was expecting it and had a perfectly creative argument that worked so well that the girls reporting got severely punished, and Gabby got REWARDED.

The fifth was the nail in the coffin, and exposed all the previous attacks that went unpunished. Gabrielle was hanging onto her education by a thread; the school were considering bringing in aurors, and were waiting for certain evidence to be evaluated.

Grandmere saved her. She came with our parents and I to Beauxbatons, and made a compromise with Maxime, who is still headteacher by the way.

She swore on Veela honour that Gabrielle would be punished severely in the veela way. She would personally imburse a debt of a Delacour on all the unfortunates who were assaulted or wronged due to my sisters actions. On the conditions that Gabrielle could continue her education, and all plans for legal action were dropped.

Maxime was concerned with how this would be seen as a miscarriage of justice on the school, and that she couldn't speak on behalf of the victims themselves and their families.

But Grandmere explained these crimes were strictly outlawed in the modern veela laws, and therefore have no place in wizard court. She helped Maxime to convince the school governers and she sent letters to the families of the five people Gabby attacked, repeating the same terms she agreed with Maxime, as well as a sincere apology on behalf of the Delacour family and clan.

Gabby was back in lessons the next day, and it was like nothing ever happened. Except Gabby had lost multiple friends and was outright ostracised by her classmates.

Gabby would not **** again, but it wasn't until earlier this year that she suddenly took a step towards maturity and responsibility. That was when she went to Hogwarts with another Beauxbaton delegation in the Tri-wizard tournament, and where she met her mate Chloe.

This isn't Fleur Delacour propaganda, I'm not comparing her to me and telling you our bad deeds are at the same level. But I do want it noted that I never turned my back on Gabrielle for what she did, she was my poor sister who was poorly handling veela puberty and suffering terrible consequences from her hormonal outbursts.

I look into Gabrielle's eyes these days and I see distrust. I see constant suspicion. I want to tell her all about my plans and know she won't judge, but she will tear me up root and stem the moment I do.

And now she's acting against me. She's taken up arms in a war I don't want to fight her in. But I have to, she's cornering me in. Gabrielle will ruin everything for me, and if she's choosing to stand in the way of my ultimate dream, I'll have to do something drastic to remove her.

But that's for a well-rested Fleur to contemplate. This one however is done. Good night.

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My first move against my sister. And I had to break the law to do it.

I especially couldn’t tell Grandmere, for if she were to find out then she has the power to destroy everything I fought hard for. Whilst she can be the queen of angels in your defence, she could be the reaper of nightmares when you do incriminating things. Just ask Gabby.

And in my case Grandmere could rescind her support, forbid the use of my breeding appendage, even disown me.

Which means I’d be no more a Delacour than Hermione or Hannah. Neither will my children. I’ll still have the kids I've got though, which is why I braved this drastic move in the first place. No matter what, my mission will be complete. I’ll be a mother to two little girls.

The law that I shamelessly broke was usage of a outlawed potion (a two-way variation of Amortentia, banned in UK 1999), as well as unlawful impersonation. Really though, I don’t see the difference between a lawful impersonation and an unlawful one. If the guy being impersonated does it to destroy someone’s relationship, that is lawful. If they are a Professor at the same time, it becomes unlawful. Whatever.

I got away with it nevertheless. Nobody knows that any violation was made, even Gabrielle has no idea I was behind it. I have broken her and Chloe apart, and hopefully she’ll forget about me and focus on her own problems. If not, I’ll have to upgrade my plan.

This is how it went.

I was going to Hogwarts, for real this time. I was going there whilst being at Beauxbatons, that’s what everyone else thought. See, I got a job. And it’s perfect for my personal plans.

Grandmere couldn’t save me from employment, but what she was able to do was change my options? I will not work for the French Ministry, I will take the official title of Magical Race Chief Representative for Veela & Incula. Or just call me Veela Race Chief.

That’s pretty much a politician for magical races, that are allowed seats in the French Congress and the Wizengamot (since I’ve lived in the UK for over 5 years). I’m paid through Veela taxes to ensure the Veela race is prosperous and well-maintained.

This isn’t a job pulled out of thin air, the previous representative was a third cousin, Joline Gaskell-Delacour. But she was looking to upgrade to general politics, perhaps even contend to be the next British Minister of Magic in the upcoming election.

Shacklebolt was going to be hard to steal votes from, but because of her heritage Joline may stand to win the votes of not just Veela, but Siren, Giant, Goblin and House-elf. Some of which (Giant and House-elf) have recently been granted the right to a democratic vote thanks to Hermione Granger. Centaurs probably won’t vote for us though…the judgmental dirty trous du cul.

This change is a double-edged sword because short term it means I can do what I want as representative as long as I’m using some of my business as ACTUAL business. But also if Joline wins the election then Veela will be in power.

That’s another reason why I have to be careful with how I handle my next conquest, because I’ll fuck up the political campaign of an entire race. I really do hope Joline wins this election.

The most important part of this plan against my sister, is that there can’t be anything that will link this back to me. If anyone finds out I’ve been to Hogwarts, even if I was simply seen on the grounds or nearby, there will be hell to pay from Gabby and Grandmere.

So I’ve been to Beauxbatons today, to give a seminar to the seventeen year olds about wizarding politics surrounding Veela in particular. I had my first seminar before lunch, and need to be back in Beauxbatons for my three o'clock one with the fifth years.

I made sure I was seen disappearing into my mobile home. As representative I get my own personal self-controlled carriage, sort of like a miniature version of the one that took us seventh year students to Hogwarts back in 94. From inside I can apparate to any location not protected by wards, and use the Floo to go anywhere I want. Of course, nobody on the outside knows that.

The problem was I couldn't apparate into Hogwarts. And I thought the only Floo connections were in the teachers offices. Until I remembered there were ones in the common rooms. And I know from my Order days that Sirius used to contact the Golden Trio from the Gryffindor common room fireplace. Albus Dumbledore more than likely knew about them, you can't just not regulate the fireplaces where the students slept. Otherwise **** Eaters raiding Hogwarts would've been a hell of a lot easier.

So that left the offices being the only real option. But what worked in my favour was the timing. Hogwarts and Beauxbatons had the same lunch time period, twelve o’clock, except Hogwarts was an hour behind the French local time. Meaning me leaving at the end of the Beauxbatons lunch period, allowed me to arrive at the start of the Hogwarts one.

All professors usually attend meals, not a guarantee but I know it's frowned upon if they don't have a viable excuse. Professors also liked to clean up in the classrooms, particularly for practical and more hands-on subjects. So that makes the chances of them noticing someone Floo into Hogwarts fall into the realms of unlikely.

I needed more than unlikely, so to better my chances I had to decide then and there the best chance of me A: being caught, and B: successfully talking myself around if I DID get caught.

There's only one Professor I could think of where my best chances of success laid...and it was like fate held a massive grudge against the poor man for some unknown reason. I seem to be Neville Longbottom’s worst omen.

The quickest thing I needed to do before anything else after I Floo’d in, is to get a strand of his hair. Easy enough, the boy had a fluffy white pillow stuck to the chair, to no doubt support his back better and have a more comfortable sitting experience. Fortunately for me he isn't an obsessive cleaner, as I quickly removed one out of four available hairs from the pillow.

The next part was an educated guess, where to find the real Neville Longbottom and make sure he's alone. The Herbology office is in the corridor adjacent to the greenhouses. Not far to travel, risk of discovery was high.

On an initial inspection of the corridor I can make out two Ravenclaw students, perhaps hanging around for a student that no doubt was conversing with Neville in the greenhouses. I thought it best not to transform for the time being, as I'd rather be caught as me than as a second Neville.

As I lingered at the door, watching them through the gap, a pretty bombshell of a teenage girl, bounded out of the greenhouse in an excited fashion. She'd received some good news and indulged it with her waiting friends. Then slower and heavier footsteps came my way and I jumped behind the door as it sort of nudged open. He bought me time to disillusion myself, and one heck of an opportunity I'd soon learn about, by continuing to converse with the pretty girl. "Don't go anywhere Miss Moresby, I've got your special reward right here."

A full on swing of the door would not be an experience I’d enjoy, and would have resulted in injury and discovery. For some reason Neville doesn't have his desk facing the door, something I found quite odd, instead having it sideways on. Neville went to his desk and was scrambling for something in his drawers.

"Oh bollock, Slughorn's still got it" he immediately got and opened the door again, calling out into the corridor. "Miss Moresby?"

I was trying not to make noise and remain as perfectly still as possible, but I couldn't afford all this time-wasting. I had an hour, less than that. Now instead of nobody around, this office was about to get crowded.

The girl's rapid light footsteps approached and entered the room behind Neville. Her gleeful face brought out every bit of gorgeous, I could've jumped her myself if I wasn't fully focused on business. "Thanks again Professor Longbottom, I never thought my essay would deserve this."

"It was so good I had to reward you, points don't seem to give it justice" he winced uncomfortably, looking like the Neville I met a decade ago. "There's a slight mishap though, on my part of course. I haven't yet acquired your Felix Felicis from Slughorn as I originally thought."

"Oh wow! Liquid Luck! Professor I couldn't!"

"Nonsense, it's the top personal reward for merit this school can grant, your work deserves that recognition. If I had it for you that is" he chuckled and heard her return one herself. "But don't worry you can wait in here until I return. Hopefully I'll be back in time to grant you decent lunchtime."

This was perfect. I could follow him and put him in a natural sleep, impersonate him, then come back here to deliver her my potion. I just needed Chloe's hair, and that required finding Chloe.

In an alcove behind a suit of armour, I put Neville to sleep. It would wear off half an hour later, and in the event someone finds him he'll instantly wake up. With a headache only a trip to the Infirmary could fix. Giving me an additional opportune distraction, if it was even needed.

I duplicated his clothes and adorned them, remembering my vial of Amor Deux. That I tuck into my favourite place, the inside of a shoe I'm wearing.

In ten minutes I’d gone from my carriage at Beauxbatons to walking around Hogwarts as a Herbology professor, making sure I remember to focus on how I'm walking. Neville Longbottom, and the majority of the male gender, generally don't sway their bum in a feminine fashion.

Heading straight for the Great Hall was a mistake. One reason because Chloe wasn't there, and the second being held up by a couple of students misbehaving (meaning I actually had to be a Professor in that situation) and trying my best to answer a first year's question on Herbology. Had it been a sixth year I might have embarrassed Neville by being completely unexpertly about his supposed speciality.

I wish I could go back and slap myself for completely forgetting that she's likely to be WITH MY SISTER. And I'd then know all about where they like to go, because she never shuts up about it. If I'd have done that it would take me a few seconds over fifteen minutes to work that out.

So twenty-five minutes in and I finally found them both, kissing behind a statue at the top of the Astronomy Tower staircase. I find my point is proven; Gabrielle talks so much about their relationship that I know precisely the right statue to look for.

”Excuse me ladies” putting on Neville’s voice, ”I know of a few more productive ways to pass your lunch period, if you care to listen.”

My cheeky sister breaks up the kiss whilst Chloe looks rather bashful. ”Zis eez producteev. Keezing eez ’ow do you zay, an educa-shun.”

”Ah, well how can I argue with that. But as a matter of fact I happen to require a few minutes of your time Miss” got to remember her surname for future reference.

Chloe supplied helpfully ”White sir.”

”Of course, my brain is a bit knackered” I replied. ”I require a minute of your time please Miss White. It shouldn’t take too long.”

Gabby pouted unhappily, typical of her to barely cope with a few minutes separation from her mate. She's her mate, not her shadow. Chloe complied and squeezed Gabby’s hand.

What a sweet girl she really is, she'll make a great mum.

I began to lead her away, keeping silence for the time being. Which wasn't very long.

”Professor, what is this about? Am I in trouble?"

I chuckled warmly ”no Miss White, It's quite the opposite I'll explain more when we get to my office."

”Okay" she still sounded concerned, as you would. Everyone hates being left to squirm in confusion. These things always wreak havoc with your head, paranoia and all that. That's part of why I was doing it.

Before long I returned to the office with Chloe directly behind, going a different route incase the stirring real Neville crossed our path. The pretty girl Moresby was slanted on boredom, but shot up with restored excitement. She lightly frowned at Chloe, who in turn looked baffled as well. "Professor?"

"Miss White meet Miss Moresby, Miss Moresby meet Miss White. You both shall receive an equal share of this reward, for your incredible work effort this year."

"Reward?" Chloe was happily surprised, but confused nonetheless. "But I'm terrible at Herbology."

"I wouldn't go that far Miss White. But in fairness your reward came from Professor Nielsen, for your outstanding efforts in Transfiguration. He simply asked me to grant yours as he's rather busy at the moment." Thank Merlin for gobby Gabby, because how else would I know Chloe was a star pupil in Nik Nielsen's Transfiguration class.

Chloe grinned, having finally grasped what she thought the situation was. "A reward. What kind of reward?"

"Liquid Luck" Moresby practically gushed with the answer. The wrong answer as it happens. I debated whether to go along with it and pretend I was giving them Felix, but that would be insulting to their intelligence...nobody was going to drink Felix Felicis coloured pink, when they know it's clear as water.

"I'm afraid girls, Slughorn's supply ran out, we got such bad luck we don't get to have Liquid Luck. But he did give me this..." I held up my the pink vial "...as a satisfactory replacement."

"That looks like..." Chloe as observant as she is introverted.

"A love potion, yes it does. But evidently we wouldn't ever give students an illegal potion, so rest assured. This works like a combination of Veritaserum and Amortentia. It's a truth serum, for the heart."

"Doesn't Veritaserum do that anyway?" Moresby questioned, then must have realised who she was talking to and hushed up as a result.

"In a way yes, but you could lie all you want with this, except how you feel. A love potion enforces love onto someone, this encourages true emotions, buried deep in your heart. It's even said that this can tap into the realms of Divination, in that it predicts who you could and would fall for, before these feelings have even developed."

Chloe looked skeptical, and not afraid to show it unlike Moresby. "I've never heard of it before, are you sure it's legal."

"Absolutely. With a love potion it's simply a matter of someone drinking, then falling in love with whoever prepared it. No matter what, whoever drinks this will only ever love the person their heart possesses. If that isn't who you think, that's on you, not the potion." I've never spoken so much crap in my life, I certainly wouldn't be buying into it if I was them.

"Why would you give a variation of a love potion to students anyway, I'm sure that's inappropriate?" Chloe was speaking but it was Hermione I was hearing, the brunette would definitely be proud of that emulation.

"It's no less appropriate than ridiculous amounts of luck in whatever you attempt, like most things it's how you use it that matters" I was sure I was losing her, if she wasn't questioning my identity she was definitely lacking enthusiasm for her "reward".

I was also sure she was about to prove my inclination right, but thankfully Moresby interrupted. "For crying out loud, he's practically giving us bottled true love, if you don't want that that's your problem, I do."

Chloe glared at Moresby "I don't need a stupid potion to tell me who I love. I've got something better, I have a soulmate."

"Miss White is right. I should've realised before, I did kind of interrupt such a loving moment didn't I? And with a quarter Veela no less" I compromised. After all, only one of them needs to drink it. "I'll talk to Slughorn about getting another vial of Felix prepared for tomorrow. Miss Moresby, the same goes for you if you've changed your mind."

"No Professor" Moresby's energy had returned. "I'd be happy to except that, thank you very much Sir."

I hadn't intended for her to drink it straight away, it would work now I've added Chloe's hair. Oh, didn't I mention I acquired that, she didn't know about it either. But it happened, and now it's in the hands of young, gorgeous Moresby.

Just as she brings it to her lips, I warned her off. Genuinely, if she downed it she'd be jumping on Chloe almost instantaneously. "Just a drop Miss Moresby, you must be careful with dosage. You don't want to overwhelm anybody do you?"

Moresby realised her mistake and nodded understandingly, then took a tentative sip. And...mission accomplished. "It's rather subtle, which is for the best. But does wear off after a day. Bear all that in mind, okay Miss Moresby."

"Yes Professor" she smiled angelically.

"You girl's better be on your way then, enjoy your lunch... what's left of it"

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I mean, it wasn’t a done deal. Moresby might’ve never taken another drop, she’s likely straight and therefore going to be more confused about her feelings than proactive. It was just a tiny dose.

And it only affects Chloe when Moresby musters up the courage to kiss her. So I had to trust she was having continuous doses in small amounts. And she must’ve, because I’m seeing more letters to home from Gabby.

I don’t get to read what is in them, but I know Gabby usually writes to maman once every few months. Huge, chunky paragraphs right down to the bottom, and more on the back. Recently her letters are more brief, and more common. It’s been a week, and she has written three times.

I’m tempted to ask mother, but knowing Gabby she wouldn’t want me to know if it saved her life. She’s still…somehow…adamant on finding out what’s going on where I am. I saw another paper bird the other day, blinds were put up after the first one and I’d have missed this one, if I didn’t hear light paper taps against the glass.

But as this drama unravels between Gabby, Chloe and Moresby, the more she’ll be **** to think closer to home. Frankly, it was time to get back into expanding my harem. I haven’t had sex since before I took Hermione in, and that weren’t going to change. The brunette seemingly kept the bitterest grudges, and Hannah didn’t like the brunette looking down her nose at her, so both of them had points to prove.

Maybe I should target someone single this time. Uncommitted to anyone. Uncomplicated. Maybe she’ll actually like to fuck me, and would love to keep doing so. I can’t imagine anyone who would let knock them up though on a whim, so there was always that drama.

Single. Enjoys the fairer sex. Talented, I’d like a talented child to go with my intelligent one. And a sexy animal. I know few who tick those boxes that immediately spring to mind. But Hermione was bound to know someone, such a popular Ministry figure she was…before the wedding.

I checked myself into Hermione’s room, and found her brushing her teeth in the bathroom. I sat on the bed and waited for her to come out. I looked around the room to occupy my thoughts, but a noise from the vicinity of the pregnant brunette brushed any other concern aside. I listened closely…was that running water, or whispering?

No, something was buzzing. What was she doing in there? The running water was almost covering up the buzz, but I heard enough to know it had nothing to do with teeth hygiene.

I don’t like guessing games, so I decided I’d go and check. I’m surprised to find the door locked, but that wouldn’t stop me. One Alohomora and I’m in. The door opened a crack, and suddenly it was all much clearer.

Water was indeed running. She was humming, no tune I’ve ever heard before. And something down low and electronic was buzzing. I peeked in and saw her head hanging back on her neck, eyes closed and her arms at first glance seemed to be wrapped her baby bump. But under further observation I discovered her hands had ventured even lower. That is where the buzzing came from.

“Merde” I lightly gasped, feeling my lips quirk. I opened the door further, and stepped through quietly. I timed my movements towards her on every hum and moan, until I was literally right behind her.

I had to take over from here. I’d fucked Hannah more than once, but my one time with Hermione beat the multiple sessions I had with the blonde. You’re not meant to have favourites, but I could admit to myself that I had one. And it was Hermione.

I slowly wrapped my arms around her, mimicking the same positions that her own arms were in. She flinched and gasped in surprise AND pleasure, as my hands found hers. I leant my lips close to her ear and whispered in that way that makes women mewl. Like a purring lioness with this particular woman. “Salut ma belle.”

Hermione’s shuddering pleasure-enthused voice responded. “F-F-Fleur…d-did I say y-y-you could t-touch me?”

“Non. But you want me to.”

“I d-don’t need y-your help. This th-thing is m-much better than you any-anyway.”

I giggle into her ear, making her involuntarily moan. “It's so good to see you letting loose, that's good for the baby too"

"Please just go"

"You want me to make you cum first?" I ask, knowing she both did and didn't.

"N-No"

"Are you sure?" I pressed the buzzing plastic toy against the hood of her clit. "I don't even need to touch you if you don't want me too. I just want to make you cum."

She whimpered, maybe it was despairing in her head, but to her body it was a reaction to an overwhelmingly pleasurable sensation. The way she rocked against it proved my theory.

"You see, don't it feel good. I bet you've been putting this off, disregarding your own needs for the sake of the baby. You'll be a great mum, but now it's time for a little bit of You time. Don't hold back Hermione."

She took encouragement well, sliding the nib of the tiny vibrator between her lips and then back up to her clit. Meanwhile I placed tender kisses against her pulse point, doubling the amount of mewing coming out.

"Hrrgh, hrr, hmm, oh yes. Fine. You win. Help me out here."

"With pleasure ma Cherie" I ran my fingers underneath the plastic vibrator and tickled along her vulva. She had very clearly been aroused for a while, perhaps the toy alone just wasn't enough despite her argument for the contrary. "You don't have to hide away and cover up with me, I'm here to take care of you. All of you."

My left hand came up to cup her swelling tit, no doubt filling with milk ready for the baby's guzzling. I had some guzzling to do of my own first. "You don't like what I did, of course you don't. And maybe I didn't care, but I do now. I care more about you everyday. The more hate you give me, the more it hurts. I deserve it, but wouldn't it be better if you let me love you once in a while."

"Don't!" Halfway between a cry of outrage, and a gasp of pleasure. "Don't you dare say the L word towards me!"

"Why? What's so wrong about loving you?"

"Everything is wrong about it, when it's from you"

If we keep this up she'll sober up from the pleasure completely, best leave the conversation for a later time. My fingers we t back onto the vibrating device" no lodged lengthways between her lush lips. "Shh, don't stress. Let me help you."

Her body complied, I felt like a puppeteer to a lifesize puppet. I made her cry on demand when I pressed in a certain way, I made her shiver when I kissed her neck. Every noise and movement of her own, was a result of my actions.

Somewhere along the line she dropped the toy accidentally, but she forgot about it just as quickly as my fingers sped up. "You were begging to be touched, just admit it."

She didn't disagree. "Yes"

"You needed proper sexual contact, isn't that right?"

"Yes"

"You've haven't been touched since the wedding, you've ached for it"

"Yes"

I pinched her nipple and her clit, and she cried her loudest cry. "Oh yes. Yes. I've really wanted it."

"Were you thinking of Ron? Or maybe Viktor?" Her body didn't react enough, so I know I was wrong on both. Not that I believed they were right in the first place. "Or was it me? The big, bad Veela girl. Wrecker of homes and families...and other things. Or just my cock? I don't come into it, just my rock hard Veela cock. The one that put a baby in you."

On cue she cried out loudly once again, this time she didn't quieten down, she held onto it with as much breath as humanly possible. "Oh my, you really miss the cock don't you?"

"YES! I REALLY, REALLY MISS YOUR COCK! YOU SATISFIED!"

My fingers were a blur now, and I clutched her tight as her orgasm began. I whispered "non. You wanted it all this time, and I would've gladly gave it to you. But instead you hide in the bathroom and secretly masturbate with a inferior little tool. That was never going to match me, and you know it."

As she quaked and leant back against me, I turned her head so she faced me, then locked lips with her. Exhaustion was the reason she allowed my tongue in, but I earned reciprocation because of how nicely I moved my tongue over hers.

My hand met hers over her own, both resting on the swollen belly, home to my first child. The tingles the baby sent up through both parents, that's the moment that would stay with me forever. But tonight wasn't over yet.

"Come on" I sultrily encouraged her "let me reunite you with the cock you've missed so badly. Nice and slow, and in a nice warm bed."

Hermione was pure putty, just allowing me to pull her along, but even then she had a rebellious tongue. "Don't think this changes anything. I still hate you."

"Of course, but save the hating for afterwards, otherwise lay back and enjoy"

For only the second time, I took Hermione Granger to bed. This time was gentle, nurturing but felt better than I remembered the first. I meant every word I said to Hermione in the bathroom. I do care about her. And I do love her.And not because she's the mother of my child, or through a deep Veela connection.

She makes me wish I'd stopped at her, instead of dragging Hannah and others into it. The only reason I am is because the Delacours would be widespread, not bottlenecked into one singular. Nothing wrong with that, it's just not what Grandmere means by repopulating the Delacour clan.

It'll be impossible for Hermione to believe that I love her, with what I have done and plan to do contradicting what I say. Plus, I don't think she's fallen out of love with Ron either. But the more moments we have like the one in the bathroom, the better our outlook.