Lover.

As Fleur's words hung in the air, Harry and Hermione exchanged a glance, the tension between them palpable. Without a word, they nodded in unison, and Harry took a step forward, his eyes locked on Fleur's pleading gaze.

"Alright, Fleur," he said, his voice low and husky, "we accept you."

Fleur's eyes widened, and she let out a strangled sob as she launched herself at Harry, her arms wrapping around his waist like a vice. She buried her face in his chest, her body shuddering with relief as Harry's hands came up to cradle her head.

As Fleur's body shuddered with relief, she slowly lifted her head, her eyes locking onto Harry's before drifting to Hermione's. Without a word, she reached out and gently grasped Hermione's face, her fingers tracing the contours of her cheeks. Hermione's eyes fluttered closed as Fleur's lips descended upon hers, their mouths meeting in a deep, passionate kiss. Fleur's tongue danced across Hermione's, sending shivers down her spine.

As they broke apart for air, Fleur turned her attention to Harry, her lips crashing against his in a fierce, all-consuming kiss.

"How do you want me?" She asked, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of desire and desperation. "I'll be anything you want," she continued, her words spilling out in a rush, as she gazed up at Harry with an unblinking stare. Her hands, still clasped behind her back, seemed to be trembling, as if she was struggling to maintain her composure.

Harry's eyes, locked onto hers, seemed to bore into her very soul, as if searching for something hidden deep within. His face, a mask of calm, belied the turmoil that was brewing beneath the surface.

As the word "Lover" still lingered in the air, Fleur's face relaxed into a serene smile, her eyes sparkling with a newfound sense of belonging. Hermione's grin, however, seemed to grow mischievously wider, her eyes glinting with amusement.

"We can try those others sometimes though," she said, yet filled with a hint of playful promise. "For fun." She may even join in as a pet or **** too.

Fleur's gaze drifted to Hermione, her eyes locking onto hers with an unspoken understanding. The air seemed to vibrate with anticipation as Fleur's hands, still clasped behind her back, began to stir, her fingers flexing with a newfound sense of freedom.

As the air was still vibrating with anticipation, Fleur poke the words that would seal her fate. "I would be happy to be your pet, ****, maid, anything you two ask." Her eyes, gleaming with a mix of desire and submission, locked onto Harry's, before drifting to Hermione's, as if seeking approval.

Hermione's grin grew wider, her eyes sparkling with amusement, as she reached out to gently stroke Fleur's cheek.

"We'll take that into consideration, Fleur," she said, her voice husky with promise. "But for now, let's just focus on the present moment."

Hermione turned to her boyfriend. "Looks like we have our own personal Veela." She teased.

Harry smiled back.

A) Shower (threesome shower)

B) Have some fun with their Veela. (Some pet play, **** play, other)

C) Fleur gives her lovers a sexual massage as a thank you.

D) Add.