SEDUCED BY A VEELA
CHAPTER THREE: DINNER, WORK AND A MASSAGE
"I would 'ave turned on my Veela charm and convinced you otherwise. I'm learning your weaknesses."
With that, Fleur turned around and walked in the direction of the kitchen leaving Hermione with an astounded look on her face.
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Hermione simply stood there, not sure what to do. Was she to wait in the living room or follow Fleur into the kitchen? She decided on the later and followed her friend, who was already out of sight.
Once she walked into the kitchen, the wonderful aromas of salmon and spices reached Hermione's nostrils and her stomach grumbled. She heard Fleur chuckle softly and she blushed once again.
"Need some help with that?" she asked Fleur, ignoring the fact that she was laughing at her expense. Fleur was currently trying to tie an apron around her waist.
"Oui, chéri, I would appreciate some 'elp."
Hermione decided to do something a little wicked to try to gain an upper hand with Fleur. She walked slowly up to her and pressed the front of her body to Fleur's back. She took the apron strings from Fleur's suddenly still hands. Since Fleur's waist was tiny, she had to wrap the ties around it twice, finally tying them at the front. She splayed her hands against Fleur's stomach and patted the apron down.
"There, how's that?" Hermione asked her, satisfaction clear in her voice.
Fleur had to swallow a couple of times before she could manage a coherent answer. She was still reeling from feeling Hermione's breasts pressed so tightly against her back and having her so close to her body. She cleared her throat before turning around and facing her.
"Merci, belle, it is perfect."
Hermione read what was written on the front of the apron and burst out laughing.
"French Kiss The Cook? That is a nice one, Fleur!"
Fleur actually blushed. "It was just a silly gift from Gabrielle. She knows I love to cook and gave it to me 'zis past Christmas."
"Well I think it's very cute."
"Would you like to try?"
Hermione tilted her head to the side and looked at her. "Try what, Fleur?"
"French kissing 'ze cook, of course."
Fleur had sounded nonchalant, but inside she was bursting with fear that she had gone too far. Her heart beat furiously against her ribcage and her breathing had stopped all together while she waited for Hermione's reaction.
Now it was Hermione's turn to blush. But she wasn't the smartest witch of her generation for nothing, and reacted quicker this time.
Is Fleur flirting with me? Oh, Merlin's pants, I am in trouble indeed.
"Well, I think I'll leave that decision until after I've tried dinner."
"Be careful what you promise, mon trèsor, I might want 'zat promised fulfilled."
"I don't make promises I don't intend to keep, Fleur. You might want to add that to the list of things you know about me. I'm going to go wash my hands before we eat," Hermione threw over her shoulder as she walked out of the kitchen in the direction of the bathroom.
Fleur couldn't help but smile at her words. Hermione was getting braver and loosening up. She definitely liked that.
"Bientôt, mon amour, bientôt," Fleur said as she took the fish out of the oven.
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Hermione entered the restroom and closed the door, leaning against it. Her heart was still beating uncontrollably against her ribcage. Had she really promised to French kiss Fleur? she wondered frantically. What had she been thinking?
She washed her hands quickly and splashed her face with some of the cold water feeling better after doing so.
Come on, Granger, you can do this. Maybe she won't hold you to it. And if she does, just do it quickly and get it over with. It's not the end of the world. Serves you right for opening your big mouth, you daft girl.
Feeling better, she dried her face and hands and went back to the kitchen. Fleur was putting the finishing touches on the plates when she walked in.
"If that tastes as good as it smells I'm going to be in heaven, Fleur."
Fleur smiled at her. "I 'ope it is up to your expectations, mademoiselle. I put all of my effort into it."
"I'm sure it will surpass my expectations. I can open the wine if you'd like while you finish."
"I would appreciate 'zat," Fleur said as she turned around and took two goblets from the cabinet. She made sure to caress Hermione's fingers when she handed them to her. "'Ze wine is on top of 'ze counter."
Fleur winked at her and went back to finishing the dinner plates. She had paired the salmon with fresh vegetables and a light salad. A baguette had already been warmed up, sliced and put in a linen covered basket. Dessert was waiting in the fridge. Fleur was proud of herself for putting such a nice meal together in such a small amount of time. She really wanted to impress Hermione.
"Would you like some wine before we go into the dining room or are we ready to eat?" Hermione asked.
Fleur turned around and couldn't help but let her eyes slowly roam over Hermione's beautiful body once again. Brilliant blue eyes locked onto warm chocolate ones and it was all Hermione could do not to squirm under such a heated stare.
"Oh, I am ready to eat," Fleur said, breaking the silence at last.
Sweet mother of Merlin, why is Fleur looking at me as if I'm dessert?
She moved up to Hermione and stood in front of her, crowding her personal space on purpose. Hermione's heart stopped when Fleur lifted her hand, but instead of touching her, she simply took one of the wine glasses behind her and handed it to her. Hermione's hand was shaking lightly as she took it. Fleur reached behind her again and took the other one.
"To an unforgettable evening," she said.
"To an unforgettable evening," Hermione repeated softly as they clinked.
They each took a sip of the wine and then Fleur handed her glass to Hermione. "Be a dear and take my wine over to 'ze table. I will bring 'ze plates in a moment."
Hermione nodded. She wasn't sure she would be able to muster something that would sound halfway intelligent, so she just left the kitchen and walked in the direction of the dining room. Once she walked in, she smiled at the romantic setting Fleur had created for them. She put the goblets on the table after taking another fortifying sip of the wine. Then she took one of the tulips from the vase and brought it up to her nose.
Fleur walked in levitating the plates and the basket of bread. She set everything on the table and turned to look over at Hermione. She smiled sweetly at her and Fleur's heart melted.
"Ready when you are, belle."
Hermione walked up to her and feeling daring like never before in her life, she ran the tip of the tulip across Fleur's cheek causing the blonde to close her eyes at the sensation. While Fleur had her eyes closed, Hermione leaned in and lightly kissed the corner of Fleur's mouth. She could hear Fleur's soft gasp and moved closer.
"In case I forget later, thank you for tonight. I had a wonderful time," she whispered in Fleur's ear.
Fleur couldn't help the shudder that went through her after feeling Hermione's hot breath against her sensitive skin. "'Ze night is not over, chéri, not by a long shot."
"I know that. I just wanted to make sure you knew I appreciate all you've done," Hermione said as she stepped back.
Fleur nodded.
"Let us eat 'zen."
"Bon appétit, Fleur," Hermione said as she sat down.
"Bon appétit, ma belle. I 'ope you like it."
Fleur watched expectantly as Hermione took a bite of the fish. Hermione closed her eyes and moaned a little. Fleur had never wanted to be a fish in her life. Until now, that is.
"Merlin, Fleur, this is wonderful. It just melts in your mouth," she gushed.
Fleur took another sip of her wine to keep her mouth occupied. She had almost blurted out that there were other things that could melt in one's mouth much better, but decided she had teased Hermione enough and didn't want to push her luck.
"I am glad you like it," she finally said.
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After eating the delicious dinner and the fruit tarts Fleur had made for dessert, they moved to the living room to go over Hermione's proposal for the new law. Since they had finished the first bottle of wine during dinner, Fleur opened the bottle Hermione had brought.
As they were going to settle on the sofa, Fleur asked Hermione to take off her jacket as she did the same with hers. Hermione started taking it off, all the while watching Fleur as she lowered the zipper on hers. When they were done, Fleur went to hang them by the door.
Hermione took this time to admire Fleur's fit body. The tank top hugged her breasts like a second skin and it was pretty obvious that Fleur wasn't wearing a bra. Hermione swallowed hard and sat down before she could embarrass herself anymore. But try as she might, she could not erase the memory of Fleur's taught nipples pushing against the soft fabric of her shirt. And that was without mentioning just how well she filled the back of the track pants.
"Tell me about 'zis new law of yours," Fleur said as she came back and sat down next to Hermione.
Well, practically on top of Hermione, but that was a mere technicality as far a Fleur was concerned.
Hermione noticed, but she was suddenly tired of fighting her growing attraction to Fleur and said nothing about it. They had been at it for a few weeks and she had to admit, deep down, she liked it. Instead, she spread her papers around the table and started discussing the proposal with her. An hour passed without either of them noticing it. The bottle of wine was mostly gone and Hermione had filled several sheets of parchment with new ideas. Her excitement was catching and Fleur found herself admiring the Witch even more with each passing moment.
Hermione was an extremely passionate woman when she cared about something, which Fleur already knew. This led her to wonder if she was just as passionate in bed. Since they had basically discussed every possible thing about the new law and all that was left was for Hermione to actually write the piece, Fleur decided it was time to get back to the massage they had started back at the office.
While Hermione was leaning forward writing, Fleur lifted herself up and settled behind Hermione. Hermione looked behind her in surprise and Fleur just smiled at her.
"Keep writing, chéri, I am just going to finish 'ze massage I promised you. I also know 'ow to keep my promises."
"You don't have to do that, Fleur. You've already done enough as it is."
"Are you trying to get out of your own promise?" Fleur asked jokingly. "You did say dinner was wonderful."
Hermione blushed once again. At the rate she was going, she was on her way to breaking the world's record for most blushes in twenty-four hours.
"The night is not over yet," she pointed out gently.
"You are right. 'Ze night is just getting started. Go back to your writing. I will just work on your lower back in 'ze mean time."
"Fine, Fleur, knock yourself out," Hermione said as she went back to writing. She moved up allowing Fleur to settle more comfortably behind her and tried not to concentrate on just how well and right it felt to have Fleur that close.
"I 'zink I will," Fleur told her as she settled down, one leg on either side of Hermione's.
Fleur rubbed her hands together to make sure she didn't startle Hermione with a cool touch. After they were warm enough, she put them on the small of Hermione's lower back and started running her fingers softly over it.
Hermione bit back a moan when she felt Fleur's hands on her bare back. She hadn't expected the contact of skin on skin, but should have known better since her baby-tee had ridden up a bit. And she had to admit it felt wonderful. Fleur's hands were strong, yet soft as silk and Hermione couldn't help but wonder how they would feel running up and down her entire body.
Fleur kept kneading the tight muscles for a while longer, but Hermione noticed she couldn't very well reach the top because the t-shirt was in the way. Taking a deep breath and mustering up all of her Gryffindor courage, Hermione grabbed the bottom of her shirt and took it off.
"There, that should make it easier," she said trying for a nonchalant tone. She only accomplished this because she wasn't looking directly at Fleur.
Fleur's hands stilled for a moment before they started moving again. She was silently thanking Merlin and all that was considered holy for Hermione's actions. She didn't think she'd get so far with her tonight, but she was taking all she could. She had waited too long for a moment like this. Fleur silently summoned a bottle of vanilla scented oil towards them. She poured some into her hand and murmured a spell to warm the liquid.
After it was warm, she spread it on Hermione's back slowly, making sure to coat every part of it. At one point, and feeling bolder, she stopped her hands at the back of Hermione's bra.
"'Zis is in 'ze way, belle, would you mind if I take it off?"
Hermione took a deep breath at Fleur's request, but nodded nonetheless. She was incapable of words at that point.
"I will not take it all 'ze way off, I am just going to untie it so I can run my 'ands 'zrough your back better," Fleur explained, trying to ease the tension she could feel creeping back into Hermione's back.
Once again, Hermione nodded and dropped her quill on top of the table after taking off her glasses. What was the use? She wasn't going to be writing anymore tonight. She actually straightened up, which made her bra straps drop down her arms. Not stopping to think about her actions, Hermione removed it completely, surprising Fleur yet again.
Now that she wasn't writing anymore, her mind was unable to ignore the feel of Fleur's hands moving up and down her back, easing tension and relaxing her muscles. She couldn't remember the last time she had felt so calm and happy. For the first time in more than a year she was feeling desire and lust for someone and it scared her a bit that is was a woman.
"Fleur," she all but moaned her name.
"Yes?" Fleur whispered back.
"What are you doing to me? What is happening between us?"