Chapter 3
Madness. Complete and utter madness is what it is, and Hermione knows it. Which is exactly why she finds herself pacing back and forth in her hotel room muttering words to talk herself out of what she's considering.
The third round of the tournament is over, and while her play hasn't been terrible, she knows she could be better. Something just feels off about her game. And while she should be out on the driving range working things out she finds herself in her room contemplating something she can not believe. She blames Santana for it. That one little sentence, a throw away line really, yet it has her mulling over a repeat performance with Fleur. The very same Fleur Delacour who she really can not stand.
A knock on her door freezes her mid pace, and she runs a hand through her hair in frustration before she looks into the peephole to see who it is. Absolutely the last person she expects to see standing there is the very object of her insane thoughts.
She opens the door with her brows furrowed, meeting surprised blue eyes, as if Fleur didn't expect Hermione to answer the door.
"Do you have the wrong room?" Hermione asks slowly, peeking her head out to look up and down the hallway, finding it deserted.
Fleur rolls her eyes before answering in a defensive tone "No, unfortunately. Can I…come in?" And she asks it like she's really not all that sure she wants to come in, as if this is all some big chore she has to do.
Hermione scowls a bit, but she steps aside to let her pass. Fleur enters, looking around the room with a look of distrust, like there might be a reporter hiding under the bed or something. Or perhaps like she's judging the accommodations and deeming them unworthy of her presence. Hermione thinks the second option is more likely. She crosses her arms over her chest affecting a defensive posture before asking "What do you want Fleur?"
Fleur scowls at that. "Look, I want to be here even less than you want me here-"
"Doubtful" Hermione interrupts. She can see Fleur's jaw clench for a moment before she starts speaking again.
"Look, let's just drop all pretenses here, ok? Neither one of us is playing that great right now, and last time that happened, we seemed to have, ah, inexplicably helped each other out with that little problem."
Hermione can feel her eyebrows climbing into her hairline. While it's true she was contemplating this very same thing when Fleur showed up, she was certainly not going to let her know that.
"Let me get this straight, you want me," she points to herself and then slowly to Fleur, "and you, to have a repeat performance of what happened in the locker room?"
When Fleur gives a curt nod Hermione lets out a humorless laugh. "I thought you said that never happened?"
Fleur's eyes narrow. "Do you want to do this or not? We can stand here all day having unpleasant conversation if you would prefer, but I personally have better things to do with my time. And while I find this entire situation insane, I'm willing to go with it considering how it turned out last time."
Hermione takes a few moments to act like she's contemplating the idea, which is a joke because she knows the decision was already made in her mind the moment Fleur showed up at her door, but she has appearances to keep up. Finally she lets out a sigh followed by a nod and a quiet "Ok."
Hermione's eyes widen comically when Fleur gives a short nod back and wastes no time stripping off her shirt and unbuckling her belt, pushing her jeans down and revealing lacy red underwear that match her bra. When she catches the expression on Hermione's face she looks down at her own body, trying to find what could elicit such a reaction.
"What?" She asks, still looking at her torso. Finally she looks up again, a familiar smirk appearing on her lips. "Normally I don't get any complaints when I strip."
The comment breaks Hermione from her stare and she rolls her eyes for what feels like the tenth time already in this short encounter. "God Fleur, could you try being a little more vain?"
"Could you try being a little more undressed Hermione?" Fleur tosses back, clearly amused. "It would help with the whole process you know." She adds the last part while removing her bra and then shimmying out of her underwear.
Hermione decides the distraction of undressing herself right now is probably a good idea, and if Fleur is going to be so impersonal about the whole thing than she can be too. Once she finishes removing all her clothes she finally looks back at Fleur only to find blue eyes unabashedly looking over her naked body for the first time. It causes Hermione to involuntarily swallow.
"Right then," she says, feeling rather lame, but then she decides to just go for it. This is Fleur, not some person she has romantic feelings for. No need for any preamble to the sex.
They meet in a searing kiss, all teeth and nips at each other's lips, and when their naked bodies come into contact for the first time neither of them can hold back the moan they release. Fleur buries a hand in Hermione's hair, drawing her deeper into the kiss, while her other hand makes a lazy path down, stopping at the dip of her lower back and pressing their bodies closer. Hermione runs a hand up Fleur's abdomen, running her hand over a breast before pinching a nipple and rolling it between her fingers roughly, causing Fleur to bite down on her lower lip in reaction.
"Bed, now," Fleur mumbles against Hermione's lips before she turns them around and pushes Hermione back onto the mattress. Hermione scoots herself back fully onto the bed, her chest heaving, and Fleur can not look away from her pert nipples. She crawls onto the bed, legs on either side of Hermione's, and brings her lips to one of the hard nubs, sucking it into her mouth before scraping it with her teeth. Hermione grunts and her hips buck up, allowing Fleur to feel her wetness against her stomach. "So wet already," Fleur smirks out while switching her focus to the other nipple and lavishing it with her tongue. Hermione bends her knee and presses a thigh into Fleur's center before responding. "You're one to talk," she breaths out, before adding "I'd wager you're even more wet then I...", Fleur cuts her off with a deep kiss, pushing forward with her tongue and starting a duel for dominance in Hermione's mouth.
Hermione should be embarrassed to admit how far along she already is, but she can't find it in her to care much when Fleur's tongue is in her mouth and she can feel a wet core grinding down into her thigh. In fact, Hermione feels quite emboldened by the situation and decides to take control in order to get what she needs. This is an arrangement specifically for the sake of getting off after all, and not some slow romantic weekend tryst.
When Hermione suddenly rolls them on the bed Fleur lets out a squeak of surprise and finds herself pinned to the mattress. Her blue eyes widen as Hermione sits up and grabs ahold of the head board with one hand while looking down at her with eyes that have gone so very dark. "I need you inside," she manages to say with a level voice, even though her heart feels like it wants to beat right out of her chest. Fleur swallows, immediately running a hand up a smooth thigh and immersing her fingers into wet heat. Hermione squeezes her eyes shut, her brow furrowing, as Fleur pushes inside of her with two fingers. She hesitates for just a moment to let them both adjust, but then Hermione starts to move herself up and down, and christ, Fleur doesn't think she's ever witnessed something this hot. She's proven wrong a minute later when Hermione runs the hand not clutching onto the headboard down and starts rubbing her own clit. Fleur can only watch with heavy breaths leaving her lips, meeting each movement of Hermione's hips with a thrust of her fingers. She's dangerously close to coming just from watching this whole thing.
Hermione works herself higher and higher on Fleur's fingers, her own fingers circling her clit repeatedly. Finally her hips fall out of rhythm before she lets out a deep moan and she clenches around Fleur's fingers in the deepest and most drawn out climax she can ever remember. She stays still for a moment, catching her breath, and Fleur is acutely aware of just how close she is to climax herself, and how much she desperately needs the release.
A minute later Hermione moves to lie down next to Fleur, and she wastes no time running her fingers down into Fleur's wetness. It takes a ridiculously short amount of time before Fleur is careening over the edge, grabbing a pillow to bite down on in order to muffle her moan.
They both just lie there for a couple minutes letting their breaths and heartbeats recover, and it takes Hermione a bit to remember herself and who she's lying in bed with. She rises from the bed tossing "I'm going to take a shower," over her shoulder, and she hears Fleur respond "I'll let myself out," before she turns on the water.
Hermione stays in the shower for awhile, letting the hot water wash over her while she rests her forehead against the tiled wall. She wonders if she should be feeling guilty at all, or embarrassed about her behavior. She's a little surprised that she doesn't feel either of those things. It seems that while her mind doesn't much care for Fleur Delacour, her body is in complete disagreement. Given what they'd just done together it would seem a shame to not take advantage of the situation. Especially if it helps both of them blow off some stress and feel good while doing it. They'll just need to keep the actual conversation about, well anything really, to a minimum in order to avoid their mutual disdain from ruining whatever physical thing they have going on.
When Hermione emerges form the bathroom in a bathrobe, her hair pulled up in an extremely messy wet ponytail, she's shocked to find Fleur not only still present but lounging on the bed with her back against the headboard and her legs stretched out, legs crossed at the ankle. She's dressed, so Hermione is confused as to why she hasn't left yet and is instead flipping through the channels on the television with a bored look on her face.
"I tried to leave but Tina Cohen-Chang is in the hallway talking on her cell phone. I didn't want anyone to see me leaving your hotel room," Fleur's tone manages to sound as bored as her face looks.
Hermione rolls her eyes. "Bloody hell, this could be awhile. She seems to think we all want to hear the details of her long distance relationship with her boyfriend. Or maybe she just wants to make sure we all know she has a boyfriend, I'm not really sure," she finishes with a frown.
Fleur looks at her out of the corner of her eye before letting out a little laugh. "I'm pretty sure that's the first uncharitable thing I've ever heard you say about someone on tour. Besides me of course."
Hermione arches an eyebrow before responding "That's because you and I don't exactly engage in a whole lot of conversation."
The response must satisfy Fleur because she has no comeback. Hermione can hear Tina talking in the hall and decides if they're going to be stuck together for awhile in her hotel room she might as well be comfortable. She crosses the room to grab a bag of candy before situating herself on the bed next to Fleur, leaving a good amount of space between the two of them.
Fleur looks down at the bag in her hands quizzically. "Twizzlers?"
Hermione shrugs. "When in America, you know?"
Fleur returns her gaze to the television. "I guess so."
They fall into silence for awhile, and it occurs to Hermione that while a little strained, it's not all that uncomfortable. They're watching some movie involving fast cars and beautiful people, and Hermione is a little surprised by the choice, but she supposes it's perfectly suitable for waiting out Tina's sometimes verbose nature. She's pulled from her thoughts when Fleur speaks again.
"Why do you choose to stay in hotels anyway? I would think with the tournaments you've won and your sponsorships you could afford to rent a house like a lot of the top girls do."
Hermione takes a moment to mull over the question, deciding it doesn't hurt to answer honestly, that it's not information Fleur could use against her in the future.
"I like having people around. I think I would feel too alone in a house all by myself."
Fleur is silent for a moment, finally responding with a quiet "That's exactly why I like it."
Hermione blinks, slightly taken aback because she's pretty sure Fleur Delacour just revealed a personal detail about herself. The moment passes when Fleur reaches out and grabs a hold of a couple of the rubbery red cords in the bag she's holding. Hermione watches her take a bite out of one, waiting while Fleur seems to contemplate how she feels about the experience. She finally gives a shrug with a nonchalant "Not bad."
"They'll grow on you," Hermione responds a few moments later, almost as an after thought, and Fleur hums out a noise that could either be an agreement or a 'we'll see'.
It's almost an hour later when Fleur checks the hallway again and finally finds it empty. Hermione fell asleep about 30 minutes ago, curled up on her side with a few stray hairs from her messy ponytail laying across her cheek. For a moment Fleur had almost brushed them back behind her ear, but she resisted the impulse and slipped out of the room without another glance back.