Fleur sighed as she finished mixing the Amicale, or Friendship Potion. Learning how to do this was a regretful necessity for any woman with Veela blood. Normal women had a tendency to become suspicious and hostile in her presence. It wasn't anyone's fault really, that was just the way things were. It had certainly been the case here. Fleur had met with nothing but barely concealed dislike from Molly Weasley and her daughter Ginny as soon as she had shown up at The Burrow. The male Weasleys, as well as Harry Potter, were far more friendly to her, but Fleur had already come to expect that. Men always seemed to appreciate her presence.
Her grandmother had shown her how to brew this potion years ago when she was just starting to blossom. Fleur remembered watching her grandmother grind the ingredients down with a mortar and pestle, warning her that she was doomed to have strained relationships with other women if she didn't use this from time to time. Fleur hadn't wanted to believe her, and in fact had never felt the need to brew it herself before. But the situation here was getting harder and harder to handle.
Fleur heard the gagging noises Ginny made every time she left the room. She could feel the skepticism and doubt with which Mrs. Weasley treated her every word. Maybe they considered her to be too full of herself to notice, but she certainly did. Fleur had told herself to ignore it as best as she could, but she was finding it harder and harder to do so. Especially with a voice in her head that sounded suspiciously like her grandmother's telling her to save herself the hassle and slip them the potion.
The Amicale Potion was a variant of a love potion that was geared toward friendship. Supposedly, the drinker would become relaxed and friendly and ready to listen to anyone with an open mind. A simple heart to heart conversation could then be had, and the built-up ice between the brewer and the drinker would be broken forever, even after the effects had faded.
The potion seemed like the perfect solution to Fleur's problem. There was a slight issue, however. Fleur remembered everything about how to brew the Amicale Potion with one tiny exception: Fleur didn't remember whether she should add in a lock of her hair before the potion had boiled or after. She simply couldn't recall. And it was only after the potion was nearly complete that it occurred to her. In the end, Fleur decided to drop a lock of her blonde hair into the potion after it had boiled. It probably didn't matter. It was just hair, after all.
After finishing the potion in her room, Fleur went to the kitchen to brew some of the stronger flavored tea she knew British people preferred. Fleur made certain that no one was there to see her add in a few teaspoons of the potion into the kettle. Fleur had been assured by her grandmother that the potion would have no effect on the person whose hair had been added to it. With that done, Fleur fetched a silver serving tray and placed the kettle, two teacups, and a few biscuits on it before taking the tray upstairs to Ginny's room. Fleur knocked on the door politely and waited for Ginny's response.
"Yes?" Ginny called through the door in a distracted manner.
"Ginny? Are you free at the moment? I thought we could talk." Fleur called in response, trusting that her French accent would be sufficient to let Ginny know who it was.
Ginny opened the door and looked at Fleur in surprise. She was wearing a black top and tight blue jeans, (British witches being far more comfortable with dressing in muggle clothing than witches in France. Fleur herself only wore dresses when she wasn't in witch robes, such as the powder blue dress she was wearing now ) and it looked quite nice with her fiery red hair. Fleur gave Ginny her most dazzling smile and raised the serving tray slightly to indicate it. Ginny blinked, looked down at the tray, and looked back up at Fleur. Reluctance showed clearly on Ginny's face, but Fleur kept smiling expectantly. Hopefully, Ginny would be too polite to turn down Fleur's request.
"I...guess. Come in, then." Ginny answered after a lengthy pause.
Fleur nodded and followed Ginny into her room. She had never been in here before. It was quite small, though the light coming through the high windows made the room seem more cozy than cramped. There wasn't really any room to place the tray on the tiny desk Ginny had, so Fleur had to set it on the bed. Ginny sat down on the opposite end of the bed with the tray in between them. Fleur poured out two cups of the tea containing the potion and offered one to Ginny.
"Thanks." Ginny said shortly, accepting the cup.
The silence in the room was slightly uncomfortable, but it worked in Fleur's favor here. Ginny sipped her tea in lieu of talking, and Fleur smiled once more. Perfect. She just had to wait a minute or two for the Amicale Potion to take effect. Fleur sipped from her own cup, tasting the bit of extra sweetness the potion had given it.
"It occurred to me that I've been 'ere for almost a week, but we've never really 'ad the chance to talk." Fleur observed in a friendly tone, finishing her cup.
"Yeah. I guess we've all been kind of busy." Ginny offered in response as she finished her own cup of tea.
If making disparaging comments behind Fleur's back counted, then yes, Ginny had been busy over the week. Otherwise, there hadn't exactly been a flurry of activity here. Fleur didn't want to call The Burrow boring, (the house had a lot of character) but once the chickens were fed and Mrs. Weasley had rebuffed another one of Fleur's generous offers to help with the housework, there wasn't much to do. Fleur didn't let any of her irritation show, however. This was supposed to be about breaking the ice, not building it up further. Fleur decided to see whether the potion had begun to affect Ginny by venturing a compliment.
"You 'ave a very nice room, Ginny. I like how airy it is." Fleur said politely, setting down her empty cup.
Ginny blinked for a few seconds, and then looked at Fleur in a way that she had certainly never had before. Ginny's eyes were wide, and her cheeks had a bit of color in them where there hadn't been any before. Fleur felt a little flush herself. The room seemed warmer than it had been, as well. Was it just her imagination, or did Ginny seem prettier than she had been a few minutes ago? Of course, Ginny had always been pretty, but details like how beautiful her eyes were, or how soft her lips looked, were suddenly occupying Fleur's focus no matter how much she tried to think of something else.
"You do? Thank you!" Ginny answered in earnest, smiling at Fleur.
Fleur smiled back, though she felt a little uncertain. The Amicale Potion wasn't supposed to have any effect on her, and the effect it was supposed to have on Ginny was to make her relaxed and open-minded. The intent way Ginny was looking at her, as if Fleur was the only person in the world, didn't seem to correlate with that. She had brewed the potion correctly, hadn't she? While Fleur was wondering whether she had made a mistake, Ginny moved the tray aside and slid closer on the bed to Fleur.
"I've always liked your hair. It's so beautiful." Ginny said softly, looking up slightly at Fleur's blonde tresses.
"Thank you. Your 'air is beautiful as well. It matches your spirit, I think." Fleur answered with complete honesty.
Something about Ginny's compliment hit home to Fleur in a way that few compliments ever had. And from the way Ginny had responded to Fleur's words, she evidently felt the same. A second later, Ginny pushed Fleur down on the bed and began straddling her. Both of them were breathing rather hard, and Fleur found it impossible to think clearly. Appreciating Ginny's long, beautiful red hair and deep brown eyes was far more important than whatever useless thoughts were currently buzzing at the edges of her mind. The only thing she wanted was for Ginny to kiss her, and Fleur tried her best to communicate that wish with her eyes.
Ginny gave her what she wanted a second later, and bent down to kiss her. Fleur raised her head and eagerly met Ginny's lips with her own. She had never kissed another woman before, but if it always felt as amazing as this, then Fleur had been missing out. She wanted more, and once again, Ginny seemed to perceive her wants. As soon as Fleur opened her mouth, Ginny was quick to slip her tongue inside. They spent several minutes (or maybe several hours, as Fleur was rapidly losing the ability to tell the difference) french kissing, and enjoying the steadily building heat between them.
Ginny then moved her hand downward, tracing Fleur's body lightly until she reached the end of the skirt on Fleur's dress. Fleur felt her heart beat faster as Ginny's hand slipped underneath it and began to move upward. Without making any conscious decision to do so, Fleur spread her legs wider to allow Ginny better access to herself. She had been excited already, but Fleur could feel herself becoming wet in earnest now. Ginny began kissing Fleur harder as she moved her hand up Fleur's inner thighs. Fleur, for her part, only wanted Ginny to move faster. Ginny seemed to be the dominant one between them, however, and Fleur found herself submitting to Ginny's pace.
Ginny's hand reached Fleur's panties, which had quite the wet spot on them by now. Ginny slipped her hand inside them, and Fleur gasped, the sound of which was muffled by their continued kissing. The feeling of Ginny's hand was electrifying. As soon as Ginny started to rub her pussy, Fleur clamped her thighs around Ginny's hand and began moving her hips desperately, trying to do whatever she could to increase the friction.
Fleur simply could not get enough of the incredible feeling coming from her pussy. She would have begged Ginny to rub harder if she could have, but Ginny's very insistent tongue prevented Fleur from forming any words. All Fleur could do was kiss Ginny back and milk every movement by Ginny's hand with her hips while Fleur's climax approached with intolerable slowness.
Eventually, the electrifying feeling coming from Fleur's pussy built up enough to begin coursing through her body. Fleur wanted to shriek and squirm as the overwhelming sensation raced from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. But Ginny stopped her from doing either, by holding Fleur down and claiming her lips even more forcefully than before. There was nothing Fleur could do but allow herself to be immersed in a pleasurable vortex that threatened to sweep her thoughts away for good.
After quite a while, the pleasure lessened, and then faded. Fleur took a few deep breaths to steady herself before she opened her eyes. Ginny was still straddling her, but had pushed herself up on the bed. What's more, Ginny had used the time Fleur had needed to recover to take off her black top. A few seconds ago, Fleur would have said she was exhausted, but seeing Ginny in her lacy white bra was more than enough to revive her.
"Want to keep going?" Ginny asked Fleur simply, her eyes communicating a far deeper need than her words.
Fleur decided to answer Ginny's question without bothering to speak. She pushed herself up until she was even with Ginny, then kissed the smooth skin between Ginny's breasts. A moment later, Ginny put her hands behind her back and unhooked her bra. The lacy white cups fell, exposing her very appealing nipples. Fleur wasted no time before she took one of them in her mouth, and began rolling the other one between her fingers. She had never done anything like this before, but Fleur felt absolutely compelled to experience everything she could of Ginny's body.
From the way Ginny gasped and arched her back, Fleur's novice technique was nevertheless effective. Fleur spent a few minutes licking and sucking on Ginny's nipple before moving to sample the other one. Ginny was attempting to unbutton her jeans, but was seemingly so overwhelmed by Fleur's tongue that she was struggling with the simple motion. Fleur could have helped, but she was happy to leave Ginny to her task, as it gave Fleur more time to stimulate Ginny's nipples.
Finally, Ginny managed to unbutton her jeans and began sliding them down. Fleur regretfully suspended her activities in order to push Ginny down on the other end of the bed. She then helped Ginny shimmy her jeans down her legs until they were off completely. Ginny was wearing a very appealing pair of matching lacy white panties (or knickers, as the British called them) and there was an equally appealing wet spot on them. As soon as Fleur saw it, she could think of nothing else excepting wanting to taste Ginny there for herself.
Fleur leaned forward to kiss Ginny softly before moving down Ginny's body with her lips. In no time at all, Fleur's lips reached the top of Ginny's panties, which had become even damper in the intervening seconds. Fleur delivered a lingering kiss to the wettest part of Ginny's panties before moving them aside with her fingers. Ginny's pussy peeked out from beneath her panties, and Fleur was momentarily enraptured with the sight.
Fleur had never considered herself to be a lesbian but she suddenly had her doubts. To hear her grandmother tell it, there was no such thing as a lesbian Veela. Then again, Fleur was only a quarter Veela. Maybe it was all the potion, which had to still be affecting her, but Fleur wasn't sure it was. All Fleur knew was that she very, very much wanted to bring Ginny to a climax that was just as strong as the one Ginny had given her.
Fleur flicked her tongue out and lightly lapped at Ginny's pussy. The taste was fine. In fact, it was almost pleasant. Even more pleasant was the way Ginny gasped as soon as Fleur's tongue made contact. Fleur began licking faster and was rewarded by louder gasps from Ginny. Soon after that, Fleur felt Ginny's fingers wend their way through her long blonde hair. It felt nice, but then Ginny showed her why she had done it; It was so that Ginny could get a grip on Fleur's hair. As Fleur kept licking, Ginny's grip became more and more firm. Ginny also began to close her thighs around Fleur's head. Not tightly enough to cause Fleur any distress, but enough for Fleur to feel like Ginny was trying to assert some sense of dominance again.
Fleur didn't mind. She had never really thought of herself as being submissive, but something within her was only too happy to submit to Ginny's desire for control here. As Fleur kept licking Ginny's increasingly wet pussy, it seemed like the dynamic was shifting slightly. Before, it felt like Fleur's tongue was making Ginny react by gripping her hair differently. Faster licking caused tighter gripping, and slower licking caused Ginny's hands to loosen. But somewhere along the line, control had switched between them. Now the tightness of Ginny's grip on her hair determined how fast Fleur would move her tongue. Fleur couldn't speak for Ginny (or at all right now), but having Ginny be the one in control felt more natural and comfortable than the other way around.
Of course, that didn't really take into account the way Ginny was acting as she got closer to climaxing. Fleur was licking Ginny's pussy as eagerly as she could, but it wasn't enough, judging from the almost-painful grip Ginny had on Fleur's long blonde hair. Fleur could only try her best to speed Ginny toward an orgasm, and was rewarded a few minutes later by Ginny beginning to buck her hips against Fleur's mouth.
One hand came off of Fleur's hair (which Ginny used to cover her own mouth, as the walls at the Burrow were not terribly thick) but the other remained, and Ginny used it to push Fleur's face deeper into her pussy. Fleur kept licking as forcefully as she could, and raised her eyes to see Ginny was making a strong effort not to cry out loudly. Fleur had to admire Ginny's resolve here, as Ginny managed to keep herself from shrieking even as her body shuddered after each wave of pleasure had crashed through it. Fleur watched Ginny with interest and decided that women were never as beautiful as they were when they were in the midst of a mind-shattering orgasm.
Ginny came down from her climax after a few minutes. She opened her eyes to look at Fleur for a moment, then closed them again in a tired fashion. Fleur understood and crawled forward to lay beside Ginny on her bed. Bringing a woman to orgasm with just her tongue was more work than Fleur had thought it would be. Coupled with her own climax previously, Fleur was just as ready to take a nap as Ginny seemed to be.
Fleur's eyes rapidly became heavy, and she nestled closer to Ginny without really thinking about it. Ginny leaned closer to her as well, which made Fleur feel warm in a different way than she had before. The Amicale Potion wouldn't last forever, and would probably stop affecting them as soon as they woke up, but Fleur was too tired to get up from the bed. The last thought she had before going to sleep was that Fleur felt more comfortable than she could ever remember being, and it probably had a lot to do with Ginny's presence beside her.
(How did you like it? There's a lot of different directions to go after this, but that's assuming that anyone wants it to continue. Let me know about any thoughts you may have about the story, I love reading reviews)