It wasn't usual for Fleur's voice to take such an uncertain edge and Hermione clamped down on her laughter. She reached out just behind Fleur's shoulder, softly stroking the downy feathers of the wings just peaking out from under them. Her girlfriend had begun to sleep more with her wings out rather than hidden nowadays. She pretended that it was for comfort ("'Aving them "idden all the time "urts! It is why I "ave to preen so often!") but Hermione really knew it was because Fleur didn't want to have anything hiding between them.