And Hermione loved it, to be sure. She loved Fleur, she thought, in some way. Her addiction to the beautiful woman hadn’t changed, but the thrill was gone. She no longer feared Fleur. She had domesticated her, however unintentionally. It would not do. Upon this realization she pleaded with Fleur to kill her, to make her suffer while doing it, but she would not. What about her own needs, she’d asked Hermione. What was she to do if her lover was gone. Where would her infatuation have to turn? 