"Are you quite sure this is what they do in France?" asked a bewildered Hermione Granger, who was currently wearing a red bikini ensemble and standing in front of a highly amused Fleur Delacour who was dressed in an equally scandalous silver teddy, her beautiful hair swept up in a bun.
"Oh, oui oui," the quarter-veela responded with a saucy grin. "It is, ah, how you say? Tradition? Oui, tradition for the bride to experiment one last time before she becomes a wife." Fleur approached Hermione, whose eyes by now were wider than her entire face.
"Really? I've never heard about this you know. Then again I haven't really read much about marriage traditions of other countries. What exactly is this supposed to symbolize anyway?"
Fleur's eyes darted to the side and she stammered "Ay, the bride must... play with a friend who is a virgin. Oui, the step from virginity to ... adulthood. Tomorrow I lay with my husband after having lain the last time with another virgin."
"Oh, oh gosh. Fleur, maybe I should tell you. I'm..." she coughed and shuffled her feet. "I'm not actually a virgin." Fleur waved her hand.
"I am a modern girl. Tradition is silly." she said before taking Hermione's face in her hands and snogging her. Hermione made a feeble protest before closing her eyes and parting her lips, inviting Fleur to enter her tongue with her own.
As the two girls battled with their tongues pieces of clothing started pooling at their feet. Last but not least was Fleur's hair tie, allowing her beautiful locks to fall around her sculptured face.
The two girls moved to the bed, where they each took turns touching and moaning against one another. Suddenly Hermione's face turned red, along with her shoulders and the tops of her perky breasts.
"You are alright?" asked Fleur with a smile.
"Oh, it's just that your breasts are so much... bigger than mine," said Hermione, ducking her head in embarrassment. Fleur laughed at that.
"They are beautiful, she said and took one in her mouth to lavish it with kisses. She traveled her hands downward until they became twisted in the triangle that shaped downward between Hermione's legs. Tentatively she brushed against the nub that was there, causing an even deeper moan from Hermione. Fleur grinned before plunging a finger in and stroking slowly.
"Who was it you lost your virginity to? Ah, may I guess, ma petite fille? Was it that dark potions master?" she whispered suggestively. Hermione's eyes widened at that.
"Why does everyone think I've been sleeping with him! Honestly. You're the third person who has said that to me," Hermione had to bite off the rest of her complaints as another moan escaped from her. The bushy-haired girl brought her own lips to Fleur's big breasts, running her tongue over them.
"If you must know, it was Fred and George," she said quietly, and if it was possible, turned an even brighter shade of red.
"Both of them! Ma petite fille, you are a naughty girl."
"It wasn't my fault!" Hermione whined. "One would get up and the other came into the room. I can't tell them apart! I thought it was only one of them but after awhile I caught on. No man can go that many times without getting tired," she mumbled.
"Ah, not like us girls," Fleur said, before moving down and replacing her fingers with her mouth.
The two girls continued for quite some time, each responding beautifully as the other played herpartner like a piano. Each girl moaned to the ministrations, the hands, tongues, the flicker of eyelashes against their skins. Their groaning became so loud, however, that it brought a worried Bill Weasley to the door.
"Fleur! I heard you screaming, is everything... oh, oh my," he sputtered as he saw his intended in bed with Hermione. Fleur only smiled and petted Hermione, who was using Fleur's breasts as pillows. Bill grinned wickedly.
"Want to join us on our honeymoon, Hermione?"