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French Amour
Is that why I really gave up?
"Fleur quit it!"
I was giggling out as her fingers attacked my sides.
She laid on top of me; face hidden in my neck as she kissed it and bit down playfully; hands tickling me senseless. I merely just giggled and let her had have her way with me, after all she was my girlfriend. Never could I deny her anything; well maybe I did deny her something…
I kind of flinched when I felt her hands try to inch their way under my shirt. I giggled nervously, to not hurt her feelings, but I guess the noticed that I was uncomfortable because her hands went back to tickling me.
"Oh, 'Ermione, forgive me. I want you so bad…"
She had moaned into my neck when she stopped kissing it, and then looked up at me with a pleading, damn cute look. She giggled as she looked at my facial expression and leant up to lay a rather delicate kiss on my lips, lingering on them for a moment.
"I know," I whispered against her warm lips as I brought my hands up to settle them on her cheeks. "I'm just not ready yet, darling."
She smiled sweetly at me and kissed me again, suckling a bit on my lips and when she pulled away and rolled on her side off of me, she began speaking.
"I know," she expressed as a whisper. "I just love 'ou so very much, and I want us to be togezer already, love. It won't 'urt, 'Ermione; I would never 'urt 'ou." She made it sound as a promise.
"I love you too, darling. Soon, I'll be ready very soon," I promised her back as I scooted closer to her and snuggled against her chest; my arms wrapping themselves around her petit waist, as her arms pulled even closer if it was possible.
I felt her drop a kiss on top of my curly hair, and sigh softly.
"I'll wait, sweetheart, as long as I have to. I just get a little impatience sometimes…"
Fleur said last as she moved her head further down my face and gently laid a kiss on my collar bone.
Of course the cat had caught my tongue…
I didn't really know what to say; my thoughts had travelled elsewhere, and I felt like I was absent at the moment. This wasn't happening and maybe…I was still showering and my thoughts created scenarios or maybe I hadn't even awoken yet; I was still sleeping.
Was I really?
"'Ermione..?"
I heard her call my name. She's in my house. She's definitely real, bookworm. Her voice sounded distant but she was close; I knew I was still in her arms for I could feel her breast pressed hard against mine and her hot breath hit softly against my nose. Though she was only an inch or two taller than me, it still gave her the advantage of slightly towering over me. Only when I would look up, I was able to see her eyes; otherwise, I would be staring at her nose.
I felt her hand travel up my breast bone, through the side of my neck, all the way up to rest on my right cheek. Her touch was extremely gentle against my skin; her hand was soft and free of calluses unlike Ronald's manly ones. She started drawing circles with her fingertips and I tried to focus on her eyes, but she was distracting me with her hands.
"Ma belle, 'hats wrong?"
She asked me softly as she leant in to kiss my left cheek; pressing my rosey cheek against her tender lips. I close my eyes against her act of affection as my hands unconsciously traveled up her arms until they reached her shoulders, where I laid them upon, elbows lightly against her breasts. I knew that if my eyes had been opened I would have seen the mischievous look on Fleur's face; that known glint in her eyes that always appeared when she was about to get her way.
My grip on her shoulders tightened a little bit as she leant in to capture my lips; her sinful mouth moved on top of mine gently at first, but after a couple of seconds, I felt her wet, warm tongue pushing against my bottom lip; begging me for an entrance that I shouldn't have granted her from the very beginning. I think she felt my hesitation because her other hand, that one that have been resting at my waist earlier, traveled up to grip my chin firmly; pressing down a bit as if to open my mouth on her own. I tried to fight her off, tried to by moving my hands off of her shoulders and covering her hands to bring them away from my face, but she just kissed me harder; way rougher and managed to resist my struggle.
My hands returned to her shoulders, trying to push her off, but Fleur now merely increased her tug at my chin. As a sign of defeat, I opened my mouth, but not to let her in, but I guess that was my own fault because that's how she took it; big mistake. Instantly, my lower lip became painfully attacked and trapped down by her teeth; she was biting down harshly, and I tried to squirm away. Bringing my hands hard on her shoulders and pressing my elbows against her chest wasn't helping; so, I stopped fighting her.
Did I really want this; was it really what I wanted deep down? Is that why I really gave up?
Happy with her succeeding accomplishments, her hands made her way back to my waist, where I felt how her fingers began to dig into my flesh through my clothes. This is when I remembered what I had changed into after my shower; a black v-neck shirt that came down mid thigh, I had not expect any visitors for a while and I definitely hadn't expect it to be Fleur. I hissed as I felt the sharp pain inflicted by her abuse to my lower lip, and I think she noticed.
Fleur let my bottom lip go, and quickly started tracing it with the tip of her tongue; caressing it as if she was trying to ease the after sting I was feeling.
The French girl's eyes were closed as she did this; she was enjoying it. There was something about her demeanor that seemed different now, maybe even wrong? Still close to my lips, she laid down a final kiss on me, which ended rather quickly, then pulled her face away from mine, just a small distance, as her eyes fluttered opened. She smiled at me; it was a sweet, gentle smile…her smile. I merely just looked at her; feeling myself shake in her arms, although, I wasn't scared. She seemed to notice my trembling; she wasn't stupid, and she decided to relax her grip on my waist, realizing her mistake, and used her fingertips to try soothing the bruising that were sure to come later.
"Forgive me, Ma chérie."
She spoke softly as she leant in once again, pressing her forehead against my temple and kissing my cheek with her weird hints of gentleness.
"Really, it's just zat…you make me go a bit crazy sometimes, amour."
Fleur told me as she leaned back to look at my face down her nose, as she bit down on her own lip; feeling a bit guilty about her actions.
She suddenly let me go, making me stagger back for a second, and walked straight to the small, round kitchen table; taking a seat, her eyes once again on me. Her face was normal for a while; no mischievous grin, no frown, or possessive look.
When she did not see me move, she smiled and spoke softly.
"Aren't 'ou going to eat, 'Ermione?"
I snapped out of my daze and stared at her with a raised eyebrow; I looked towards my chocolate chip waffles, and back to her face.
"Are you going to eat, Fleur?"
Her eyes lit up quickly, and I could see this playful smirk creeping onto her lips. I turned around and walk towards my waffles. I heard her speak, but my back was still to her.
"Well, zat depends amour," she told me as I turned around, plate in my hand and she flipped her wheat, blonde hair over her shoulders; her eyes still on me. Oh, this was going to be good…"are 'ou on ze menu?"
My eyebrow dropped, and then suddenly I felt how my eyes instantly widen at her question. I had to tighten my grip on the plate, if not I would have dropped it to the ground; I didn't feel like picking up tiny pieces of white ceramic. Seeing my reaction amused her; I knew it did. The way she started grinning afterwards told me everything. She was playing with me.
She was…right?
But, of course, that was who Fleur was and this…was her game. She made the moves; I just followed and went with the flow.
The blonde veela quickly got up off the chair and started walking towards me with a sway to her hips as she chuckled lowly. I kept my eyes on her up until she got to me. Fleur stopped less than two feet from me. The older girl seemed completely relaxed and was still grinning widely.
"So, I 'eard Ron will not be 'ere until late," she began saying, the playful grin never leaving her lips and the amused glint was still in her eyes as she looked me up and down like a piece of meat; like a predator looked at a prey. "Zen I wondered, why not just play for a while…?"
Since the moment she came back into my life, I knew she wasn't the same girl I had fallen in love with years ago. There was just something about her that had seemed completely off to me, but I could never exactly put my finger on it. I just thought she disliked me for leaving her. I just thought she was still angry at me for what I did, for Ronald, for everything.
I would sure be angry if I were her, but it seemed that being her gave her the role of playing with my heart, just like she thought I had played with hers four years ago.
Before we left to hunt for the Dark Lord's horcruxes, Fleur and I had been together for almost four years; since my fourth year of Hogwarts. I knew the age difference would affect us a bit; at that time I was fifteen and Fleur was seventeen, though anyway, I fell in love with her and it didn't really matter anymore.
She was very sweet to me, very protective of me.
Naturally, we started seeing each other since after the first task. It was kind of strange; you would think that they would use her sister Gabrielle as the bait for the second task, but they didn't. They used me. I thought I was asked to be it because of Viktor, and then when I woke up, it wasn't him I saw, but a very distressed Fleur; trying to dry me off, and placing her own bathrobe on top of the one I was wearing already. I was a little bit confused that it was her, but I guess life has a way with things.
I didn't really know much of her; actually, I kind of always thought she was a stuck up bitch, who thought that just because she was hot (and a Veela) that she could have whatever or whoever she wanted; that didn't really sit well with me.
Harry thought that I was jealous of her when she first stepped foot on Hogwarts, just because Ronald had laid his eyes on her and couldn't look away. Though, it wasn't that. I sort of had a weird feeling that she had kind of laid her eyes on me, and I wasn't jealous of her, but of Ron…
After our first actual encounter, she would always seek me out in the library; always trying to make conversation with me, and it always made me feel a bit awkward, but she didn't realize it or better yet, didn't want to acknowledge it.
"'hat are 'ou up to?"
I looked up from the book opened up on my knees to look at the person who had spoken. Fleur was standing in front of me in her sky blue Beauxbatons school uniform, fidgeting with her hands, and looking down at me; nervously.
Fleur; nervous?
I eyed her carefully. Honestly, I hadn't really expected her to want to keep in contact after the task; I mean, c'mon now…it was just part of the competition, not a contract to stalking me, but I had to admit, I found it quite flattering and even maybe a tad sweet. Looking at her for a second more, my eyes trailed back down to my book.
"Reading, as you can see."
I tried to get rid of her. I didn't really want her to feel obligated to talk to me, but I guess she didn't take the hint because next thing I knew she had walked a foot closer to me and had dropped herself next to me; sitting Indian style. Her hands flew up, and she gently gripped my book, trying to take it away from me.
She wanted me to pay attention to her…
"Fleur, I'm very busy at the moment, maybe you can come back later…"
I was being rude and that had been a sure lie; I just wanted her to leave, she was making me feel uncomfortable. Truth was, I didn't like the attention I was receiving, and especially now, that it was her giving it to me.
Her fingers relaxed and she let go of the book that was propelled against my knees, but to my despair, she didn't move away.
I actually pretended she wasn't there after it became quiet again; I just sat there chewing on my bottom lip as I silently read the volume. The text flew through my eyes, but it never really managed to get to my head, and I found myself rereading a few statements over again. I admit it; I wasn't really concentrating with her body so close to me. Glancing sideways, without her noticing, I saw how she moved closer to me making our shoulders touch and how her right elbow came in contact with the side of my waist as her hands rested on her skirted lap.
"'Ermione…?"
She spoke a lot softer than before, and I turned my head to the side to look at her face, or better yet, at her.
Fleur's back was slumped against the book shelve while she looked at me. Her long legs were stretched out in front of her and her body seemed relaxed; although it hadn't minutes before. Her long blonde hair was tied back in a neat ponytail held on by a ribbon of the same color as her uniform. I hadn't realized I was staring at her composure until my eyes crawled up her neck and met her blue eyes seconds later; a glint hiding beneath them.
I looked down slightly blushing, and reached up to play with a few curls that were by my cheek as I felt my ears burn from embarrassment and started to clear my throat.
Awkward (Sing song voice…)
"I'm so sorry. I hadn't realized I was…"
She chuckled hoarsely.
"It's quite alright, chérie," she said as her hand drifted up to my cheek to pull away the brown curls that were lingering there; acting as a shield to me from her. "Don't shy away from me." She told me as she twirled one of my curls around her finger.
When curiosity invaded me because of what she said, I found her staring right at me this time. Her blue eyes seemed to bore into mine, searching within my brown depths. I saw how her eyes slowly skimmed down to my lips and I felt how my heart started beating much faster than before; an incredible pace, as if it wanted to escape from my chest. Fleur unconsciously licked her bottom lip; dragging her pink tongue over the lip as if savoring the moment. I felt how her fingers ceased the twirling and began caressing my cheek almost lovingly before dipping beneath the curls and travelling to the back of my neck; the nape. My breathing suddenly stopped, and I could have sworn time had too.
Was she…really?
Her face inched closer to mine, and I closed my eyes.
"Don't be afraid, ma belle."
Fleur merely whispered to me as she pulled me by the nape to close the distance between us before she sealed our lips in a gentle and soft kiss; one I would never forget. It would always be our first kiss.
Her mouth lay on top of mine, barely moving against it. I felt a soft moan escape my lips; one I would have contained if I could, but had only drowned in my throat. I hope she didn't notice, and if she had, I hope she would not care. Her lips were still the only ones moving; I was in too much of a shock to react yet. The blonde's other hand had reached up, somehow, as well and was gently caressing my cheek
I was so lost that I did not even notice how the book against my knees slipped and fell with a soft 'thump' to the floor.
"Ma belle?"
I shook my head quickly, trying to get the memory out of my head as I rubbed at my temples.
"Really, Fleur, I think you should go," I told her as I walked to the table where she once was sitting at. I took precaution not to sit where she had, but only a seat away. I was being serious; I couldn't betray Ron anymore than I already had by allowing my lover to set foot inside the house.
I saw how her eyes widened from the corner of my eye as I commanded her to leave. I never really spoke to her like that before, but I just felt angry. We would always meet in other places; yesterday was an exception and today seemed like another surprise. Difference was that this time, I hadn't set up the date, but Ronald himself had.
"'Ou really are serious, ah, 'Ermione; 'ou want me to go…? 'Ou want Ronald back, do 'ou?"
I took a glimpse of her eyes, and she still looked playful as she strode towards me again. I closed my eyes; I couldn't look at her or else I would give in and that couldn't happen not here. I felt her close to me, and opened my eyes to find her sitting beside me; she had silently pulled the chair close to me.
"'Ou know 'ou don't want me to leave, chérie."
She whispered into my ear as she reached to my plate and ripped off a piece of the untouched waffle.
"Fleur…"
I tried saying, but she hushed me and took a bite out of the crunchy but inner soft breakfast. As she delicately chewed, her lips pressed gently against my left cheek and she once again whispered to me.
"'Ermione, I know 'ou want me to stay with 'ou," she began as she trailed her kissed slowly from my cheek down my neck. "To give you 'hat 'ou're husband can never give you, amour…"
Her hands flew to my waist as she sucked a bit hard on the side of my neck, very close to my throat.
"Fleur…"
I moaned as my hands glided on top of her drawing small circles with my fingers on the back of her hands. Yes, I felt guilty; very guilty, indeed.
"Zat's right, chérie," she spoke in a low voice; using her seductive tone as her hands traveled down to my upper thighs where she rested her hands and gripped them.
Another damn disadvantage of only wearing the stupid v-neck; thank God I did have underwear on, but only panties.
"This isn't right, Fleur…this is…"
I choked out merely out breath and almost not realize it until her hands had placed themselves between my inner thighs.
"'Ou're right," she told me as her hands came back to my waist and she deposited one last kiss on my neck before pulling me up with her; waffle entirely forgotten. "Zis isn't right," she grinned at me when she pulled me towards the kitchen exit," We should really resume zis in the bedroom, amour."
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