Fleur laughed slightly and waved back at her son. "Mon amour, the thing we were counting on to save us is the thing that us now going to hurt us." She reached out and traced Fabien's face. "They won't think he's yours. Even if they do..." Her mouth twisted unpleasantly, and she turned away. "They might try and claim...that because I was in a position of power...and part-Veela, to boot, that you...well...had to."
It wouldn't be the first time in her life that she'd been accused of rape, but after what Umbridge had tried to do, the idea stung more. "Or that....I have you enthralled."