Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Seriously.
A/N: Written for Challenge #187 ~ Falling at femslash100.
A/N2: A prequel to 'To Watch As You Leave', 'My Heart Is Conditioned to the Beat of Hers', 'Our Bitter Happily Ever After' and 'I Wait With Bated Breath (For You to Envelop Me)'.
A/N3: Read the stories that follow this one! And as always, review please. It lets me know that my works are appreciated.
"Stop," Hermione hissed, clawing at Fleur's shoulders.
"You don't really want me to stop," Fleur shot back, hiking Hermione's skirt up as she backed them into a corner.
"Shut up." But she stopped putting up a fight. Always had. Always would.
"You just hate it when I'm right," Fleur whispered, gentling considerably as her hands moved up to cup Hermione's cheeks.
"This can't be right. Whatever we're doing." Though she wrapped her arms around the Veela's neck, buried her nose into Fleur, drowned herself in this intoxicating, illegal sensation.
"Do you want to stop then?" Fleur asked, a hint of dread in her tone as her nails dug into Hermione's skin, left a mark, broke the rules (never leave a mark, never give them a reason to suspect - because no one would really believe that knitting is all they do).
"Stop what?" There was a small smile on Hermione's lips as she moved forward. "I thought you did already."
A hair's breadth away from a kiss and Fleur whispered seriously, her eyes looking into Hermione's, "Stop this ... falling in, out, down, whatever. Do you want to stop?"
"I would never," Hermione replied before she pressed their lips together.