Tell Me Your Secrets

Author: Ladyfun

Rating: M. Why? Because.

Summary: Hermione and Fleur, in the post-war world, find themselves in the unsettling role of colleagues with more than a bit of lingering and forbidden attraction towards one another, despite their obligations to others. One fateful evening, courtesy of the firewhiskey, they admit their repressed secrets and darkest desires, to one another. Problem is, one can't unring a bell, once rung...nor the actions that follow. Angsty Fleurmione!

Disclaimers: I don't own Harry Potter or any of its merchandising- all of this is in wholesome, non-profit fun. Ownership belongs to JK Rowling as everyone in the free world is aware. Will have some kinks in later chapters, disclaimers forthcoming as needed...

A/N: A little bit of NSFW . Readers, meet the fire whiskey moment for these two. Kinks abound.

Chapter 10. The Good Lie

It was on one of their Friday night "beverage nights" that they threw out the butter beer and the merlot, altogether, and opted instead for a vintage Firewhiskey that had been gifted to the new couple from Rosemerta, earlier in the night.

As fate would have it, Rosemerta had many skills. Oddly enough, she also doubled as a wizard Justice of the Peace equivalent, and the day Hermione's divorce was final, the two storied witches decided they would embrace legal rights and tie the knot. However, anything that would involve the two of them, in a public setting would be nothing short of a circus.

So without pomp and circumstance, without their parents, their friends, the Clan, the Ministry...Hermione Jean Granger and Fleur Isabelle Delacour got married in the moonlight, after the last patron left the Three Broomsticks. Rosemerta presided over the ceremony, and even cried. She also served as the only guest.

Patting Hermione on the shoulder, she offered, "Kid, I think you got it right, finally." She gave her a warm smile. She turned to Fleur, and the smile wiped off her face. She raised a finger, to Fleur's nose.

"Listen up, Blondie. I have known this child since she was 11 and the most gangly, awkward thing you ever saw! Needless to say, I think of her as practically my own...though I can't take any credit for her incredible greatness...I can do one thing." She started to make shredding motions with her hands. "If you so much as make her cry, unfairly, ever...Frenchy Delacour, so help me Merlin, I will rip you from limb to limb, you hear me? I don't care if you are some supernatural creature...I will hunt you down, throw garlic at you, whatever it takes!"

Hermione looked on, with horror, agast. She nervously looked to her new wife, who had an unreadable expression.

Then her face erupted in pearls of laughter.

"Throw garlic at me? Ta Gueule, you are killing me!"

Rosemerta was cracking up, as well, "Shit, it's the best I could do, on short notice. C'mere, Fleur..." she pulled the blonde into a warm hug, patting her on the back. "Be good to her, though...I mean it."

"You'll never 'ave to worry, Rosemerta."

"I know, Frenchy, I know."

She pulled out of the embrace, grabbing her quill to finalize their marriage certificate. Scrolling through all, and writing furiously, Rosemerta did the administrative muckety-muck, asking them several questions, such as addresses, mother and fathers names, and such..until she arrived at the final one.

"Okay, so what will the names be? Same ones?"

Fleur and Hermione looked at each other, startled.

"Uh...mais alors, we didn't exactly zink about..."

"Delacour-Granger." Hermione cut in, after observing Fleur, closely. We're the Delacour-Grangers, Rosemerta," Hermione interrupted firmly.

She looked at Fleur, who had a lazy smile drifting across her face. She grabbed Hermione's hand.

"Ma belle," she whispered, "I...'ow did you know, zat zat was important to me?"

Hermione tugged on their Golden string, that tethered their hearts together. The cord that only they could see.

"You're not the only one that's plugged into this thing, Fleur, dear."

XOXOXOXOXXO

It was beverage night. As they became increasingly drunk, Fleur couldn't resist.

"Okay, tell me one zing, dearest wife, about you zat no one else knows...not even me."

Hermione furrowed her brows, thinking. She bit her lip, pensivly. Fleur gazed at her, going from the femme fatale that the whole world saw, to a whipped puppy with just that simple gesture. Her heart swelled in her chest, and she wondered if Hermione ever realized the depth to which she owned Fleur Delacour.

Hermione clearing her throat brought her out of her revere.

"I...I pierced my own ears, when I was in the 5th grade. I didn't have any friends to do it with me, and my parents wouldn't let me do it until I turned 13 years old."

Fleur chuckled, slurring her words just a little bit. "Baby, you'll never be alone anymore...oui? But, peut-etre, I must ask: how did zey turn out, and 'ow did you do it, being a muggle?"

Hermione shrugged. "I looked it up- researched it ahead of time. Bought hypoallergenic earrings for the studs, and then iced my earlobes until I couldn't feel them. I used the Iodine-Povidine from my parent's office, and then...went for it! Just jammed 'em in..." she chuckled.

She looked at Fleur pointidly. "I like to...jam things in, I guess."

"Zat you do, Mrs. Delacour-Granger." Agreed Fleur, pouring them another shot, leading them on their merry path to intoxication. They toasted, once again, to themselves, slamming down their glasses with a giggle. Hermione winced, visibly, after hitting the shot, and coughed.

She groused, "If I didn't know better, I'd say you're trying to get me drunk, Wifely."

Fleur waggled her eyebrows, and grinned.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Okay, show and tell for the hot blonde in the corner...the tipsy one," she proclaimed, gesturing in her wife's general direction. "So, Fleur, tell me something. Something no one knows about you."

"Well, hmmmmm. Let's see...oh! I know! So, did you know...I'm a Veela..."

Hermione threw a bread roll at her head. "No, doof! I'm serious."

Fleur thought, for a moment. "Well, it iz known by only one ozzer..."

Hermione made a theatrical sigh. "Oh, the curse of being so beautiful and famous - everyone knows everything about you. We have to lower the bar, for your secrets, ay?"

Fleur shrugged, nursing the firewhiskey, neat. "I taught Gaby how to kiss..."

Hermione raised her eyebrows, insolently, as if to say, "So what?"

Fleur mirrored her expression. "...a lot."

"No judgements here, Fleur, but please tell me she was older than 8 years old, for Merlin's sake!"

Fleur nodded.

Hermione cocked her head. "Um. Is there more to that, that you wish to tell me?"

Fleur shook her head, no. Hermione looked skeptical, and Fleur huffed. "I'm telling ze trutz, 'ermione!" Her face was flushing. "I mean, it'z not like zat love story you keep making us watch on your muggle contracption over and over about ze sisters who are in love wiz each ozzer!"

Hermione shook her head. "What the hell are you talking about, Fleur?"

They were officially drunk, now.

Fleur gestured, abstractly. "Zat muggle device, where zey talk and..it's like a pensive..."

"Oh! The Television!" She snorted, laughing. Contemplating what programming Fleur could be referencing, she realized. Then her eyes went wide. "You're not talking about Frozen, for Gods Sakes, are you?"

"Ze one wiz ze hot blonde wiz ze ice powers?"

Hermone fell down laughing. "Oh, bloody hell, Fleur! That's not a love story! It's a children's cartoon! They're not "in love" with each other, goof!"

Fleur looked annoyed. "Shuuuuuuure zey arn't! Ze second movie will 'ave zem in bed, feeding each ozzer croissants after zey fucked all night...you just wait, you'll see."

Hermione laughed, wiping the tears from her eyes. "Oh, my sides! They ache!" She said, clutching them, tightly. " How did we get on this ludicraous topic, anyway?"

Fleur folded her arms across h er chest. "You brought it up."

"Well, for that, I should be punished. Pour me another, your royal veela hotness." She raised her glass towards Fleur. Fleur obliged her, and her eyes twinkled.

"Oh, no!" Hermoine said, recognizing the look.

"Wait, wait! I 'ave anozzer question, 'ermione."

"If it's 'why haven't I fed you croissants in the morning', I have no explaination. Apparantely, it's a ...thing. But maybe only between sisters..."

She started up with her drunken laughter, again.

Fleur was at her, pouncing, looking for all intents as though she was going to tickle assault her, again. The intent caused a squeal from Hermione. "Stop, Fleur!"

"Or what?" She said, flexing her fingers with an evil grin.

"Or...I don't know, I'll call for Minerva?"

Fleur guffawed. "Sorry...um, NO. She won't be able to prevent me from taking anyzing I desire from my mate, 'ermione."

Hermione gave some drunken reflection to the statement, realizing Fleur was probably accurate."Okay, then! I'll call ...hmm..."

The list was embarrassingly paltry when it came to someone willing to stand between Fleur, and what she wanted From Hermione. Pondering, she snapped her fingers at last. "I know! I will call my ...we, our...I mean, your Veela!"

"What?"

Hermione gave Fleur a bratty look. "Your Veela! P.S. The one who likes me better than you, FYI."

"débile! You are aware, Mrs. Delacour-Granger, zat we are one and ze same? Ze Veela, and moi? Zat zat iz une idea...ridicioulous?"

Hermione shook her head. "Nope. I don't think so, my little cabbage. Likes me best!"

The blonde's face emoted something indecipherable...A strange look of longing that Hermione had not seen since their school days.

"Fleur?" Hermione asked, quickly sobering. "Is something the matter, dear?"

"Non...iz nozzing...I just do not know of any mate pairs, where one iz a human... And 'as such a good relationship with ze Veela...as you! It just makes me a little sad, actually."

The brunette quickly crossed the room, closing the distance between the two. "Why so sad, baby?" She offered consolingly as she lowered herself down onto Fleur's lap to perch. Hermione draped her arms around the blonde's neck, and looked into her eyes meaningfully.

"Tell me ... What's got my beautiful girl so sad?" She moved closer to Fleur, as she gave her a hug. She whispered into her ear, "Tell me, Fleur...tell me your secrets."

"Non...you tell me first, my little minx!" Fleur's hand was roaming rather wantonly down Hermione's backside. "Tell me one of yours , first."

"Hm...okay...where should I start?" She pretended to be thinking hard, tapping her finger to her temple, and mock pensiveness. "There's just so many things - such a wide repertoire-that one could choose from..."

"Desire." Fleur cut in, deadly serious. "Tell me one of your deepest, darkest desires that you've never told anyone else."

Hermione regarded her spouse, shocked. From the sudden flush on her face, as well as the pick up of her heart rate that she detected with her Veela senses, she knew she had hit upon something.

In a silky voice, she practically purred the prompt. "Well, little girl? What iz it?"

"I...uh, well, um. Fleur, there is something, actually, that I ...I've always wanted to try, but I've always been too embarrassed to bring it up . I...and I knew Ron would find it aabhorrent so I never brought it up with him... It's just I've always had this innate ...a curiosity about..."

Fleur herself and suddenly sobered up. "Tell me. But what, Hermione?" Fleurs eyes were earnest. "You know zat I would never judge you ...you know that."

Hermione looked slightly mortified, regardless.

"I am absolutely 100% serious, Hermione. Ma belle, Look: I am French, and a Veela! Merlins knee, nozzing shocks me, in ze bedroom!"

Hermione realized that was probably true; and she wasn't sure how she felt about it.

"Out wiz it!" Said the blonde. "I don't 'ave all night!" As she winked at Hermione.

"Uh...I know the psychology of where this comes from,"the Englishwoman said, stammering. She turned as red as a beet she continued rambling. "I mean, it's because my parents were so cold, so did stant, early; and very impersonal. My mother was a dentist, my father was a dentist, and they were just ...very clinical and matter-of-fact, all the time..."

Fleur said "mm-hm," patiently. "And..?" She encouraged, with a gracious smile.

"Well...it's just... I'm deathly afraid you'll find me terribly strange..."

Fleur snorted. "I already do, so you've nozzing to worry about! So you might az well spit it out, and tell me."

"Oh look, just forget it."

Fleur wrapped her arms around the suddenly reticent witch. "Look , I promise you...you're safe, wiz me. Would it 'elp I if told you what I wouldn't do? Zings zat I am-how you say-not comfortable wiz?"

Hermione nodded. "Yes," she said quietly. "You're very ...intuitive , Fleur."

She shrugged. "Meh! I'm Veela." She offered, by way of explanation. "Alors...okay, zen...well. I am not comfortable with cruel bondage, or urine and fecal matter. I'm not okay with being mean to one annozer. "

"It's not... It's not any of those things..."

The beautiful Frenchwoman's eyes darkened, noticeably. "...and above all -above everyzing else- I refuse to ever 'ave anozer participant in our bed. I refuse to zink it okay for anybody else to touch you, 'ermione...ever."

She spoke with such a gravity it made The room chill, noticeable to both women.

"Well," Hermione said, after a moment of startled silence, "I guess it's a good thing it's not any of those things, at all."

Fleur held her mate, close to her own body. "Dearest 'ermione, I believe it waz you not too long ago, zat recommended to me to just 'go for it.' You said, 'it's like jumping off a bridge. You just need to do it.' So? Tell me your secrets...I promise you zis, Ma belle, if it iz wizin my powers, I will make it happen. I promise."

Hermione was doing her best not to tear up. How did I luck into marrying the most beautiful woman alive...who also happens to be the most compassionate being, as well? She wondered, adoringly. Goofy ol' me...how did I find someone so absolutely perfect for me?

The young witch spoke, finally, empowered with the bravery befitting the prototypical Gryffindor. " I have always been curious, really, as long as I can remember...about participation in an adult nursing relationship.."

Fleur arched her eyebrows. "I 'ave to say, you have me stymied! Zis zing..what might zat be?

"What is it? Well, I'll tell you what it is not ...its not so much a sexual kink, really," she explained. "An ANR is really about intimacy. I suppose it's about having a closeness with another person, in a way you cannot imagine..." Her voice trailed off.

"Okay," Fleur said slowly. "But ...what iz it, 'ermione? I mean, 'ow do you do it? 'Ow do we do zis?"

"I'm no expert, but I think you would latch onto my breasts, and suck on me...probably 3 to 5 times a day, at regular intervals; and then as we go to sleep at night...preferably after sex, of course."

"Oh! Mais oui...like a baby!"

Hermione frowned. "No, nothing like a baby!" She had a thinly disguised coat of irritation to her voice. "It's not about nutrition, Fleur. Its about being intimate with your partner! Its about closeness."

"Of course. Forgive me. So, 'ow does one start such a zing?"

"Thank you, Fleur. So, in the beginning, it's very difficult, actually. This is where most couples struggle. To cause one to lactate who has not given birth ican be very challenging ...but it can be done."

"By doing what?"

"So, there are some medicines that one can take, that stimulate lactation. I'd rather not though...I don't agree with it. It be like us using magic to jumpstart lactation, like wizards do in real life. That's not what I want however. I want to be authentic. I want the most tried and true way, which is just ..,frequent sucking in the beginning. Simple, really! I think sometimes every hour, even around-the-clock, at first."

Fleur nodded. "Zut! Of course you make it as difficult as possible! You 'ave to be an over achiever, even in ze arena of sexual fantasy, don't you?"

Hermione swatted Fleur, good-naturedly. "Do you mean to tell me, Ms. predatory primitive one, that it doesn't appeal to you, the idea of your lips stimulating me so? Your actions being the ones that induce a fundamental change in my body? A change that's only for you...one that you reap the results of?"

Fleur's eyes were darkening, and her breathing was becoming more labored.

Hermione leaned forward, seductively whispering into her spouse's ear, "do you really Think you would be satisfied, any other way? Are you telling me that you would want to take a shortcut?"

Fleur licked her lips, her mouth suddenly dry.

"Or, Fleur, would you rather know that you caused me to do this...to lactate? You sucked my breasts, you laved my nipples, you took me in your mouth -over and over and over again - until you finally got the result you wanted? Wouldn't you want to know that you caused my body to lactate, just for you?"

Fleur was now sweating.

"Don't you want that moment when, one day, you were ultimately successful, and you suckled me, and finally drank me up?"

Fleur's eyeswere now completely red. She stood up, abruptly, causing Hermione to tumble to the floor beneath them.

Without a word, the blonde stalked off.

"Where are you going?" Hermione asked, confused, as she watched the blonde exit their living room.

In a gravelly voice, clearly located in another room, Fleur yelled, "Fuck, where do you zink? I'm in ze damn bedroom!" Fleur growled, and ordered, "Take your shirt off, now, and get your ass in here!"

The Golden Girl stood up, shock creeping across her face. When realization finally registered, she turned to head in the direction of their bedroom. As she pulled off her blouse over her head while walking, she allowed herself to smile.

XOXOXO

They had just finished their first attempt, and Hermione looked at the blonde that was now simply resting on her breast.

"Fleur?" She asked, quietly.

"Mmmmm?" Murmered the contented witch, close to dozing off..

"We kind of got sidetracked, you know. We never really got a chance to discuss you yet! Do you, you know, um, have a ...kink? A fantasy?"

Fleur raised up, propping her head on her wrist, looking at Hermione.

"I 'ave many, actually...when it comes to you."

"Why am I not surprised?" They both chuckled. "Can you narrow it down?What's your number one?"

Fleur bit her lip, nervously.

"Zat is eazy, 'ermione. I want to fuck you...transformed, as my Veela self. Hard."

TBC.