The Empress’s Veela

Hermione was already awake as the early morning light filtered softly into their room, the pale rays casting a gentle glow across the space. But before she slipped out of bed, she looked down at Fleur, still snuggling into Hermione's chest, her breathing soft and rhythmic. Hermione couldn't help but smile at the sight, her heart swelling with affection. She leaned down, pressing tender kisses to Fleur's forehead, each kiss a silent promise of love. As her lips lingered for a moment she let herself savor the warmth of Fleur's embrace, a quiet contentment settling over her.

With a final soft kiss, Hermione slipped quietly out of bed, careful not to disturb Fleur's peaceful slumber. She moved silently to her side of the room, her steps light but purposeful, and changed into her workout clothes-gray pants that fit snugly and a black sports bra that revealed her toned arms and defined eight-pack abs. Her hair was pulled back into a practical ponytail, the strands catching the soft morning light, and her face bore a look of focused determination. She was ready to face the day, one movement at a time, as she went through her morning routine.

Each motion was fluid and graceful, yet filled with power, as she transitioned from crunches to push-ups, her muscles flexing and rippling with each controlled movement. The rhythm of her breath was steady, matching the beat of her body's pulse as she worked her way through the routine. She felt the familiar burn in her muscles, the satisfaction of strength earned through dedication just as she was moving into a set of planks, she felt the softest gaze upon her. Turning her head slightly, she caught sight of Fleur stirring awake propped up on one elbow, watching Hermione with a sleepy but mesmerized expression.

Fleur's eyes widened slightly, her lips parting in awe as she took in the sight of Hermione. The way the light hit her skin, glistening with a light sheen of sweat, made Hermione look even more powerful and beautiful. A small appreciative smile tugged at Fleur's lips, and she couldn't help but gaze in admiration, her eyes tracing the contours of Hermione's arms, shoulders and the defined lines of her abs.

"Enjoying the view?" Hermione asked with a smirk, pausing mid-push-up to glance at Fleur, her tone teasing yet warm.

Fleur blushed deeply but didn't look away. The mischievous glint in her eyes danced alongside the sincerity in her voice. "How could I not? You're breathtaking." Her words were a little drowsy, but they held such depth, such unfiltered admiration.

Hermione pushed herself up to her feet and grabbed a towel, dabbing at the faint sheen of sweat on her brow as she walked toward the bed. She leaned down, brushing a soft kiss over Fleur's forehead. "Good morning," she murmured, her voice gentle and affectionate.

Fleur's hand reached up, her fingers tracing lightly over Hermione's abs, Fleur's hand reached up, her fingers tracing lightly over Hermione's abs, feeling the firm muscles beneath her touch. Her gaze remained soft, reverent "You really are incredible," she whispered, awe shining in her eyes, her fingers lingering against Hermione's skin as though memorizing the feel of her.

Hermione chuckled lightly, her heart fluttering at the words, and took Fleur's hand in her own, pressing a tender kiss to her fingertips. "All yours, my love," she replied in a voice that was low and tender, full of warmth. She gently brushed a few stray hairs from Fleur's face, lingering close, her gaze softening.

Fleur let her fingers trail up to Hermione's cheek, her touch light but filled with intent. She pulled Hermione down for a slow, tender kiss, one that spoke volumes more than words ever could. "I know you're mine," she whispered, her voice both soft and possessive, "and I'm yours."

Hermione smiled against Fleur's lips, her heart full, her hand caressing Fleur's cheek as she pulled her in for another kiss-gentle, slow, but full of the unspoken promises they shared. As they parted, Hermione's voice dropped to a teasing whisper, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Now, shall I finish my workout, or would you like to join me?"

Fleur gave a mock sigh, her eyes sparkling with playful longing. "As tempting as that is, I think I'd rather watch.

Hermione laughed, the sound rich and full of warmth, then settled back down on the floor, resuming her push-ups with ease. Fleur remained seated in the bed, her gaze completely captivated by Hermione's every movement--watching the way her muscles flexed with each push-up, the quiet strength radiating from her every action. There was nothing else Fleur could think of at that moment but the woman in front of her- the powerful, dedicated, and breathtaking woman who was wholly, completely hers. And Fleur knew that no matter where life took them, this feeling would always remain: Hermione's strength, not just in her body, but in her heart, was something that Fleur would cherish forever.

As Hermione continued her workout Fleur stretched, letting out a soft sighbefore sitting up in bed. Her eyes lingered on Hermione for a moment longer, and then, with a playful smile, she swung her legs over the edge of the bed. Slowly, she stood and walked over to Hermione, her feet making soft impressions on the floor with each step Fleur gently cupped Hermione's face, pulling her into a few quick, tender kisses, each one filled with the lingering warmth of their connection.

"Good morning, my beautiful," Fleur whispered, her lips brushing over Hermione's as she pulled away. "I'm going to get ready for the day." She gave Hermione one last lingering kiss on the cheek before turning toward the bathroom.

Hermione watched her, a smile still on her lips, her heart sweling with affection. "I'II be here," she called after Fleur, her voice soft and filled with love.

Fleur turned and flashed her a playful grin before disappearing into the bathroom, her footsteps light as she prepared to start the day. The sound of water running soon filled the air as Hermione resumed her workout, the quiet hum of the house blending with the warmth of the moment. She couldn't help but smile to herself, knowing that no matter how different their mornings were, it was moments like this--simple, shared, and full of love-that made everything perfect.

As Fleur made her way to their walk-in closet, her fingers lightly brushed over the fabric of the dresses hanging neatly on the racks. She felt a warmth in her chest as she thought about the morning they’d shared, the quiet love they shared every day. She paused in front of the full-length mirror, adjusting her hair as she prepared to dress. But before she could go any further, she turned to face Hermione, who had just finished her last set of exercises. With a soft smile, Fleur leaned down to kiss Hermione goodbye.

“Enjoy the rest of your workout,” she murmured against her lips, a trace of warmth in her voice. “I’ll be in the dining room waiting for you.”

Hermione returned the kiss, pulling her into a quick embrace before Fleur turned toward the door. “I’ll join you as soon as I can,” she promised, her gaze full of affection.

Once Fleur had gone, Hermione wrapped up her workout, her movements slower as she cooled down. She moved toward the bathroom, quickly showering to rinse away the sweat and freshen up for the day. The warm water eased the tension in her muscles, and soon she was dressed in her usual tailored suit—a deep charcoal color with sleek lines, exuding understated elegance. The suit fit perfectly, hugging her form in all the right places, and Hermione felt the confidence that came with it.

Her eyes sharp and focused, though a softness lingered in her expression. She was ready to join Fleur for breakfast, but just as she was about to head to the dining room, one of her attendants hurried over, an urgent look on their face.

“Your Majesty, there’s an urgent matter that requires your immediate attention in the council chambers,” the attendant explained.

Hermione frowned, clearly reluctant to leave her wife, but she knew her duty. Before she could say anything, Fleur appeared in the doorway, her eyes gentle but knowing. She walked over to Hermione, placing a soft hand on her arm.

“Go, mon amour. I’ll be fine,” Fleur reassured her, offering a warm smile. “I’ll be waiting for you when you’re finished.”

Hermione sighed, her shoulders sagging for just a moment. She leaned down, pressing a quick kiss to Fleur’s hand, feeling the softness of her skin beneath her lips. “I’ll be there as soon as I can,” she promised, her voice low and filled with love. Her fingers lingered on Fleur’s for a moment, her gaze locking with hers before she finally turned to head toward the council chambers.

Fleur watched her leave, her heart both proud and tender. Left to her own devices, she continued toward the dining hall, where a few duchesses—close acquaintances from the noble circles and her own friends—were already seated. They greeted her warmly as she entered, their curiosity clear as they looked over her with bright, interested eyes. Fleur returned their greetings and took her place at the table, settling down with them as they continued their chatter.

One of the duchesses, Lady Elara, leaned in with a mischievous smile. “So, what’s it like, being married to the Empress?” she asked, her voice carrying a blend of genuine interest and playful curiosity.

Fleur chuckled softly, her cheeks warming a bit. “It is... an adventure,” she replied, her voice light, though her eyes softened with affection as she thought of Hermione. “She is everything you see in public—strong, confident, commanding. But in private…” Fleur’s voice trailed off slightly, a fond smile pulling at her lips as she thought of the gentle, protective side Hermione reserved only for her. “She is softer, and she cares so deeply. I feel like the safest person in the world when I’m with her.”

Another duchess, Lady Arabella, gave a knowing smile. “We always knew she was a force, but it’s different seeing her with you. She looks at you as if… as if you’re the world to her.”

Fleur’s heart fluttered at the words. “She makes me feel that way,” she confessed, her gaze softening. She paused for a moment, her smile turning tender as she thought of how Hermione had fiercely defended her just the other day. “She’s protective, sometimes fiercely so. She doesn’t let anyone speak ill of me or treat me as anything less than her equal. Just the other day, she… well…” Fleur hesitated, a playful glint appearing in her eyes. She chuckled as she recalled Hermione’s response to a rather arrogant duchess. “She made it very clear that no one was to mess with her wife.”

The duchesses exchanged amused and impressed glances, clearly loving the story. Lady Elara raised an eyebrow. “It sounds like she adores you, Fleur. I’ll admit, I’ve never seen her like this—so protective, so… devoted.”

Fleur nodded, feeling warmth spread through her. “She is. Every day, she shows me in little ways, and I never doubt how she feels. She’s even learned to be… a bit more open, just for me.” Fleur’s cheeks flushed slightly as she thought of Hermione’s small, unexpected gestures of affection. She had a way of showing her love that was quiet yet powerful, in ways Fleur never expected but always appreciated.

Lady Arabella leaned forward, eyes sparkling with curiosity. “And how do you feel, Fleur? It must be quite something to be married to someone like her.”

Fleur smiled, looking down at her hands for a moment before meeting her friends’ gazes with a gentle determination. “It is… everything. She may be the Empress, but to me, she’s simply Hermione—the woman I want to spend every moment with, through every trial and triumph. I would choose her a thousand times over.”

The other duchesses shared looks of admiration, clearly moved by Fleur’s words. One of them sighed dreamily. “How rare it is to find such a love. You two truly are perfect together.”

Just then, the doors to the dining room opened, and Fleur’s gaze immediately shifted. Hermione walked in, her eyes scanning the room until they landed on Fleur, softening instantly. She excused herself from her attendants and made her way over to Fleur, her posture relaxing as she approached her wife. The duchesses quickly moved aside, offering knowing smiles as they watched Hermione place a possessive but tender hand on Fleur’s waist.

“Sorry to keep you waiting,” Hermione murmured, leaning down to place a gentle kiss on Fleur’s cheek, clearly unconcerned about the audience watching them.

“Did I miss anything interesting?” Hermione asked, her tone light but her gaze softening as she looked down at Fleur.

“Oh, nothing too interesting,” Fleur teased, leaning closer to Hermione. “Just a few questions about what it’s like to be married to you.”

Hermione raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in her eyes. “And what did you tell them?”

Fleur smiled, her eyes shining with a playful glint. “Only that you’re the most wonderful wife I could ever imagine,” she replied, leaning up to press a gentle kiss to Hermione’s cheek.

Hermione’s usually stoic expression softened further, and she took Fleur’s hand, interlacing their fingers. “Good,” she murmured, glancing around at the duchesses with a faint smirk. “I’d hate for any rumors to start spreading about anything less.”

The duchesses laughed, and Lady Elara gave Fleur a supportive wink. “No worries, Your Majesty. The only thing we’ll be spreading is how lucky Fleur is to have you—and perhaps how lucky you are to have her.”

Hermione smiled, her gaze affectionate as she looked down at Fleur. “I am,” she said simply, a rare openness in her tone. “The luckiest.”

And with that, Hermione led Fleur away, guiding her back into the warmth of the family gathering, leaving the duchesses watching them with admiration and a touch of envy for the fairytale unfolding before them.