Fleur just rolled her eyes. She sidled closer, her hand running from the tips of Hermione's wings, down to her back before settling on her hips. "I am sorry," She said. Sympathy dropped from her every word as she tucked her head into Hermione's neck - nuzzling it with her nose softly. "I do not mean to make it "urt so much. Per'aps Veela wings and Siren wings are more different than I thought. It will not "appen again, ma petite sirène. I promise."