Title: We'll Always Have Book Club
Pairing: Fleur/Hermione, references to Bill/Fleur and Ron/Hermione.
Warning: adultery
wc: 807
Fleur lay with her cheek pressed against the warm, soft skin of Hermione's lower back and watched the curtains move in tandem with the idle breeze that drifted through the window. She felt Hermione sigh.
"This is the last day of quidditch season."
"I know." She stroked the back of Hermione's thigh.
"Ron suggested we take the kids to the seashore next Saturday. Have a little 'family time.' I said that would be nice."
Fleur exhaled and felt Hermione shiver as her breath caressed her back. She climbed up her body until she could rest her head on the same pillow and smoothed back the frizzy curls that had fallen across Hermione's cheek.
"And I said 'of course' when Bill asked me if we were stopping our 'little book club' now." She smiled, knowing it didn't reach her eyes. "Zat was ze deal, was it not? Our 'usbands and children watch quidditch at your 'ouse, and we meet to discuss books 'ere. No quidditch, no book club."
"I know." Hermione shifted from her stomach onto her side and snuggled closer, slipping her arm around Fleur. "I can't believe we started this. I can't believe we have to stop." Her lips quirked. "And I really can't believe Ron hasn't noticed I've been carrying the same book around for 18 weeks. I mean, I read it in a day!"
They both giggled, and Fleur said, "At least you read it! I 'ave been terrified Bill will ask what it is about; after all zis time, I should 'ave somet'ing more to say zan 'Well, ze cover is pretty.'"
Hermione laughed harder, and Fleur held her close. She loved laying her with her this way, skin-to-skin. Hermione was so smooth and soft, all tender and warm. Despite knowing she had no right, Fleur could feel herself growing jealous of the time Hermione spent with Ron. The sight of her hair spread across the pillow, the heavy weight of her breasts, the soft, needy sound that escaped her throat when her lover parted her legs, the tender dimples behind her knees…Fleur had to share them all with Ron.
Just as Hermione had to share her with Bill.
Hermione sobered and settled against her again. Fleur felt her play with the ends of her hair, sometimes winding it through her fingers, sometimes bringing it up to brush against her cheek. Fleur just held her and watched the shaft of sunlight from the window slowly move across the room.
They were almost out of time.
Hermione brushed her lips against Fleur's throat and sat up, leaning against the headboard. The sheet had long-since been kicked to the floor, and she was unselfconscious about her body. That had surprised and delighted Fleur, and she felt a wave of misery at the thought of how long it would be until she could see Hermione like this again.
Hermione cupped her cheek. "I can tell you what our book is about," she said, going back to their earlier discussion. "Just in case Bill asks."
Mute, she nodded and covered Hermione's hand with her own, holding it to her face.
"It's about a married woman who has an affair and finds fulfillment she didn't really know she was missing. But she also learns she still loves her husband more than she thought." Hermione's smile was sad, and her lips were swollen from Fleur's kisses.
Fleur sometimes wondered if Ron and Bill were blind. How did Ron miss those puffy, well-kissed lips? Did Bill not see the love marks on Fleur's breasts? Guilt curdled her stomach and she sat up, mirroring Hermione's position and causing her hand to fall away. Perhaps it was simply that Ron and Bill trusted them and never thought to look. "Does she leave 'er 'usband?" she asked, almost afraid. Could they ever do such a thing?
Hermione folded her hands neatly in her lap. "It's left open-ended, actually. The author left it to the readers to draw their own conclusions." She looked down, and when Fleur followed her gaze, she saw the late-afternoon light from the window had reached the bed. The diamond on Hermione's finger glittered in the sun. "I think she stayed with him," she said softly, "at least for a while."
Fleur nodded, understanding.
They dressed side-by-side, and the silence was not uncomfortable. Hermione helped her make the bed, and they kissed again before she Apparated home, a kiss Fleur was pleased to see left her rosy cheeked and bright eyed. It hurt a bit to think of Hermione dropping a kiss onto Ron's waiting mouth, but soon Bill would return and she would do the same to him.
It was all right to leave things open-ended for now, Fleur thought, and on the first day of the next quidditch season, she would invite Hermione over for a new book.
Written for:
Fanfic Dominoes Game: Hermione/Fleur
Prompt Relay Challenge, Section 1: day