A/N: I was bored and the heat was getting to me, so I wrote this. It's femslash of Fleur and Hermione, a drabble if you will.
Disclaimer: The characters belong to J.K. Rowling, not me.
Hot Summer Days
Hot summer days call for mid-afternoon naps. In a bedroom lays a brunette sprawled across the queen-sized bed – left hand flat across the abdomen as the chest slowly rises and falls with each breath, the right arm bent at the elbow underneath the pillow to provide some support for the head. Light brown, wavy hair is off to one shoulder as she faces one side of the room as she sleeps with a peaceful smile. Her bare neck glistens with sweat as the sun shines through the window.
The door opens quietly and there enters a woman with slick, blonde hair and blue, electrifying eyes. She takes in the moment before her. Although exhausted from the heat and wanting to lie down on the cool sheets, she stands there and revels in the sleeping beauty before her. A smile slowly appears across the standing woman's face. She walks towards the bed carefully to not wake her up as if fearing conversation.
She plants a kiss on the exposed neck eliciting the brunette underneath her to writhe. Before she can open her eyes to see the cause of her interrupted slumber, a pair of lips is pressed against hers. As a reflex, she moves her hands to the neck of the body that was now straddling her. Two pairs of lips part at the same time to gain or allow entry for a deeper kiss.
Fleur backs her head away from the kiss slowly only to have Hermione follow suit to keep the connection from breaking. But it's broken and they stare each other as they notice the temperature rising.
"Hot Fleur?"
"Oui, and it just got hotter."