SEDUCED BY A VEELA
CHAPTER NINE: FORWARD
She moved towards Harry and he kissed her back.
"I know what you did," he whispered in her ear.
She seemed surprised by his words but smiled.
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She stepped back and smiled at Hermione. "Mon amour, you remember my sister Gabrielle, non?"
Had Hermione not been sitting down, her knees would have given out on her. She looked at Fleur, mouth agape, but no sound came out. Harry sat back and watched amused. Oh, but Fleur was in for it now, he thought happily. Hermione was the sweetest person in the world, but crossing her or making a fool of her didn't go unpunished. Fleur would soon find that out.
"Gabrielle?" Hermione finally managed to ask.
"Oui, my little sister. You met 'er when we 'ad 'ze Tri-Wizard Tournament at 'Ogwarts."
"It's so nice to see you again, 'Ermione," Gabrielle said as she extended her hand towards her.
"It's good to see you as well, Gabrielle." Hermione shook her hand and smiled sincerely at her. "You remember Harry, don't you?"
"Who could forget?" Gabrielle said coquettishly while looking at him. She leaned over and kissed both of his cheeks. Harry blushed to the roots of his hair.
Gabrielle took the opportunity to sit next to him. She looked at Hermione again and smiled. "I can see why my sister is so enamoured with you, mon ami. You are quite beautiful. 'Ze past few years 'ave been very good to you."
Now it was Hermione's turn to blush. "You're too kind, Gabrielle."
"Could I just ask for one little favor?"
Hermione cocked her head to the side and watched her. "What would that be?"
"Could you please not kill 'er tonight?" she asked seriously while motioning towards Fleur with her head. "What she did was underhanded, but 'zere is a reason to 'er madness. I warned 'er not to do it, since I know it could cause 'er great bodily 'arm, but 'zere was just no stopping 'er. 'Owever, she really is crazy about you. She 'asn't been right in 'ze head since she met you," she finished with a smile.
"Gabrielle!" Fleur exclaimed, her face glowing red. She was still standing by their booth, not knowing if it would be okay for her to sit by Hermione just yet.
"Well, it would serve you right if 'Ermione decided to inflict some pain on you! You 'aven't even sat down, for Merlin's sake. 'Zat alone tells me you fear for your life."
Hermione and Harry couldn't help but chuckle softly as they watched the exchange between the sisters. It was so very obvious they were related and close. Had Hermione not been blinded by jealousy and rage earlier, she would have noticed the similarities right away. She felt most of her anger melt away.
"I will make my best effort not to," she promised Gabrielle with a wink.
"'Zat's all I can ask," Gabrielle told her graciously. "Our family 'zanks you.'
Fleur glared at her sister and then turned to look at Hermione. Her facial features softened immediately as their eyes locked. Fleur couldn't help it. She loved her too much.
"Could I please sit down next to you, ma belle?"
Hermione nodded and moved a bit to make more room for her. Fleur, however, sat as close to her as she could. She'd missed her warmth more than she'd thought possible.
"Would you like something to drink?" Harry asked whilst looking at Fleur and Gabrielle.
"A glass of wine would be lovely, 'Arry."
"I'll go to 'ze bar with you," Gabrielle offered sliding out of the booth followed by Harry. She gave her sister a pointed glance before walking away, her hand grasping Harry's arm.
Hermione watched them go and tried to ignore Fleur. It was hard to, since she could feel her warmth and smell her intoxicating perfume. She just wanted to pull her close and kiss her.
"'Ow mad are you?" Fleur dared to ask after a couple of minutes of strained silence.
Hermione didn't even turn to look at her. "Oh, in a scale of one to ten, I'd have to go for fifteen."
Fleur winced at her answer. "I did not mean any 'arm, I promise you."
Hermione finally turned to look at her and there was that fiery quality to her eyes once again. Fleur swallowed hard.
"How could you? You ignore me all week. You don't even bother to come by my place once. You go to The Leaky today with her, knowing I might drop by, and act as if I'm not even there. Then you show up here with her as if nothing is amiss and I'm not supposed to be mad at you?" Hermione whispered furiously.
Fleur had nothing to say in her defense. Hermione was right, as usual. Pretending otherwise would only anger her further. She decided to be honest instead.
"I wanted to give you 'ze time you asked for. You said you did not want anyone at work to know, so I left you alone. I cannot be close to you without wanting to touch you or pull you into my arms to kiss you senseless. And yes, I led you to believe Gabrielle was somebody else, but I needed to know if you cared enough about me to be bothered by it. I let my own insecurities dictate my actions and 'zat was wrong. I am so sorry for 'urting you, chéri," Fleur whispered back.
Whatever was left of Hermione's anger crumbled by Fleur's sincerity. "Don't ever play with my feelings like that again, Fleur. I won't be so forgiving the next time you do. I don't like feeling like a fool and I detest when someone tries to outsmart me. Don't say you weren't forewarned," Hermione advised her hotly.
Fleur nodded meekly, well put in her place. "I understand. I promise it will not 'appen again."
Harry and Gabrielle chose that moment to come back. Harry stole a quick look at Hermione, asking with his eyes if she was okay. Hermione nodded almost imperceptibly. He relaxed and sat down followed by Gabrielle.
Fleur and her sister exchanged a look as well. It seemed Hermione and Harry were not the only ones that could communicate wordlessly. Harry handed Fleur her glass of red wine and she smiled her thanks. After taking a careful sip, she looked around the pub. As her eyes roamed the room, they widened. Her eyes shifted back to Harry.
"Is 'zis a mixed bar?" she asked him.
He nodded. "I figured you'd feel more comfortable in a place like this."
"You are priceless, did you know 'zat?"
He blushed again. "So I've been told a couple of times, but I still don't believe it."
"Well, I 'zink it was very sweet of you to 'zink of 'zem when choosing 'zis place," Gabrielle told him. "Not everyone would 'ave been as 'zoughtful."
Harry looked at her and smiled. "Thank you, Gabby, I aim to please."
Now it was Gabrielle's turn to blush. "Would you like to dance?" she asked shyly.
"I'd love to," he answered and they left the booth again before Hermione or Fleur could say anything.
"Gabby? She 'ates 'zat nickname. No one is allowed to call 'er 'zat," Fleur said aghast.
"Harry doesn't like to dance," Hermione said as she watched the pair on the dance floor.
"Could 'ave fooled me," Fleur told her as she watched the couple move together in rhythm. "Gabrielle talked about 'im insensately during 'ze tournament. She 'ad 'ze biggest crush on 'im 'zen. Even after we went back to France, she talked about 'im for months. 'Zis must be a dream come true for 'er."
"Harry is quite the catch. I told him earlier I would marry him if things didn't work out between us," Hermione said before she could stop herself.
Fleur raised her eyebrows upon hearing the words. "'Zen I am sorry to say Monsieur Potter will become 'ze male version of a spinster. I 'ave no plans to ever let you go, amour, you can count on 'zat," she said.
Before Hermione could respond, Fleur lowered her head and captured her lips in a kiss.
Yes! Oh, gods, finally! Hermione thought happily, as she returned the kiss.
She had been dying to kiss Fleur all week. She parted her lips for Fleur and she sighed into her mouth. Fleur's hand came up to caress her cheek softly at the same time as Hermione's hand went to her waist to pull her closer. Their tongues battled for dominance while their hands caressed each other softly. The need for air finally made them pull apart. Fleur rested her forehead against Hermione's and sighed.
"I do not know 'ow we are going to 'andle 'zis from 'ere on out, 'Ermione, but I cannot keep my distance from you like I did 'zis week. It nearly killed me not to touch you or kiss you. I 'ave waited too long to be with you. Now 'zat I finally 'ave you, I cannot 'elp myself."
"I hated it just as much as you did, darling. I've been called stubborn plenty of times, but you surpass me by far. The only reason I didn't show up at your place was because I wasn't sure I was wanted there. You gave me no indication all week that you wanted to see me."
Fleur kissed her again. The kiss was hotter and sexier than their previous kiss and it was all Hermione could do not to Apparate them to her flat. They couldn't seem to stop kissing. An entire week apart had fueled their hunger.
Hermione broke the kiss again and looked at Fleur. Fleur took her hand and pressed it against her chest, right above her left breast.
"Can you feel my 'eart beating? Do you see what you do to me every time we kiss or touch?"
"Mine does the same. I feel like I can't breathe when you kiss me. My entire body awakens and feels like it's on fire. I've never felt this way about anyone before, Fleur," Hermione confessed softly.
"Would you like to dance with me?" Fleur asked huskily.
"I would love to. It gives me an excuse to be closer to you and to touch you."
"I like 'ze way you 'zink, ma belle."
Fleur slid out of the booth and Hermione couldn't help but admire her slim body. She was wearing a mini-skirt that made her legs seem longer than they were. Her sleeveless top clung to her full breasts like a second skin. She looked gorgeous and Hermione suddenly realized that she was not willing to wait any longer. She had to make Fleur hers.
Fleur watched as Hermione slid out of the booth and gaped at her. She hadn't really taken the time to admire what she had on. How was she supposed to take it slow with Hermione dressed like she was? It just wasn't fair, she whined mentally. Hermione was making her pay dearly for the past week, she was sure of it.
"Close your mouth, dear, it is so unbecoming," Hermione said as she put her finger under Fleur's chin and pushed up.
Without waiting for Fleur's reply, she moved towards the dance floor, hips swinging sexily and invitingly. Fleur followed like a lovesick puppy, completely unaware of the looks she herself was attracting. She finally caught up with Hermione and placed her hand possessively at the small of her back.
Once they reached a dark corner of the dance floor, Fleur wasted no time drawing Hermione's body against her own, hands at her waist. Hermione ran her hands up Fleur's arms and settled them around her neck, bringing their upper bodies as close as they could be.
"You look amazing, mon amour. I am sorry for not noticing earlier."
"And you look bloody sexy with that tiny skirt on. I must be the envy of every man and woman in this fine establishment."
"I would not go 'zat far. At least 'alf of 'zem, if not more, are looking at you. Do not sell yourself short. You are beautiful, 'Ermione."
"Thank you, love."
They danced close together for a while, their hands roaming freely but stopping short of going too far. Their bodies brushed suggestively against each other and it was all Fleur could do to contain the passion she was feeling from coming lose.
"Would you mind very much if I kissed you again?" Fleur whispered in Hermione's ear a while later.
Hermione shivered and her hands tightened around Fleur's waist. She knew Fleur was asking because Harry was somewhere near and she appreciated the gesture. However, her hormones didn't. Instead of answering verbally, she lifter her head and pressed her lips against Fleur's soft ones.
Fleur groaned as the kiss deepened and managed to pull Hermione even closer to her, a task that many would have thought impossible. Hermione felt her nipples harden as they brushed against Fleur's chest. An ache had settled between her legs once more and she knew she was wet. She broke the heated kiss and looked at Fleur. Her eyes were glazed with passion and Hermione knew hers looked the same.
"I want you to spend the night with me, Fleur."
Fleur paled a bit at her words and swallowed hard. "Like we did 'zis past weekend at my flat?"
"No."
"What are you saying, mon amour?"
"I want to cross that line with you, Fleur. I'm ready to give myself to you. No more waiting. No more doubts. Just us. Loving each other. All night long."
Fleur was at a loss for words and nodded dazedly. Hermione chuckled.
"That's not the reaction I was hoping for," she joked.
"I am incapable of coherent speech at 'ze moment, belle. You 'ave simply stunned me."
"Was it not expected?"
"Non."
"Really? I thought my kisses and body language told a different story."
"My brain also shuts down when you kiss me, so I did not notice. I 'ave barely been able to control myself for your sake, but other 'zan 'zat, I was not 'zinking much."
Hermione laughed at her words. "You won't have to worry about that anymore, love. I want you uninhibited, wild and passionate tonight. No more holding back on my account."
"Are you sure 'zis is what you want, 'Ermione? Once we start, I will not be able to stop. I want you desperately."
"I want you just as bad. There won't be any stopping until our bodies are spent, covered with sweat and satisfied."
"Mon Dieu," Fleur exclaimed before lowering her head and capturing Hermione's lips once again.
They continued kissing and dancing for a while longer, unable to part with the other just yet.
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Harry and Gabrielle watched them from the booth and smiled.
"I knew Hermione wouldn't kill her, Gabby. I think she is as enamoured with Fleur as Fleur seems to be with her. They haven't been able to keep their hands off each other for the past half hour."
Gabrielle smiled at him. "I don't 'zink Fleur is going to be coming 'ome tonight after all. I doubt 'zat 'zey will want to spend 'ze night apart."
"You might be right about that. I know Hermione had her doubts about going that far, but I think she's gotten over herself now. I've never seen her like this before. She's a very private person and not into public displays of affection."
"Really?"
"I know it doesn't seem like it right now," he said sheepishly. "I've only ever seen her kiss Ron in public, and it was never like that. She would get embarrassed and pull away quickly. This is a part of her I don't know. To be honest, I though seeing her with Fleur would bother me, but it doesn't at all."
"You love 'er, don't you?" she asked him softly.
"I do. She's a very important part of my life and always will be. Why do you ask?"
"I can tell 'zat you are close. You even speak to each other with your eyes. I wonder why you never got together, is all."
"It's never been that way between us. The love we share is special and we're somehow bonded by the experiences we have shared. However, as much as we love each other, it's not the romantic kind of love."
"I can't deny I'm pleased to 'ear 'zat."
"Why is that?"
"If you were in love with 'er, I wouldn't be able to ask you to 'ave dinner with me tomorrow night."
Harry was surprised by her boldness. "You want to have dinner with me?"
"Very much so. All I'm going to ask is 'zat you don't make a decision based on our age difference."
"Gabby, we are both of age. Besides, age is nothing but a number when there is chemistry between two people."
"And do you 'zink such chemistry exists between us?" she asked flirtily.
Harry covered her hand softly with his. "I do, Gabby, and I would love to take you out to dinner tomorrow night."
Gabrielle smiled and turned her hand over so that their palms were touching. "I'm looking forward to it."
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Fleur broke their kiss and lowered her head to Hermione's neck. "We 'ave to stop 'zis right now or leave. I cannot keep 'zis light anymore. I want to touch you so badly it 'urts."
"And I want you to touch me, too, darling. Let's go to my place. I'm sure Harry will be a gentleman and take Gabrielle back to your place."
"Sounds bloody fantastic. I am dying to make love to you and I cannot wait any longer."
She grabbed Hermione's hand and started walking in the direction of their booth. Both were panting slightly and blushed. Harry smiled when he saw them approaching. He didn't wait for them to say anything.
"Go on ahead. I'll make sure Gabrielle gets home okay."
"Thank you, love, you're the best," Hermione smiled gratefully at him and leaned down to kiss his cheek and hug him.
"You deserve to be happy, 'Mione, and I think Fleur is the one. Don't hold yourself back anymore," he whispered in her ear.
"I promise I won't," she whispered before stepping back.
Fleur kissed him on both of his cheeks and smiled at him. "'Zank you for looking after Gabrielle. I do not 'ave to worry now."
"It's my pleasure, Fleur. Now go."
After they both kissed Gabrielle, they left the pub, still holding hands and leaving a trail of frustrated admirers behind them.
"When do you think we'll see them again?" he asked jokingly.
"I know my sister well and I know just 'ow long she's been in love with 'Ermione. I doubt she'll come back until at least Sunday night."
"Then, perhaps, if you don't have any other plans, I could pick you up early tomorrow. We could go to breakfast and then I can give you a tour of London," he suggested a bit shyly.
Gabrielle's smile was radiant. "I didn't 'ave plans and spending 'ze day with you sounds lovely."
"Care to dance a bit more before we leave?"
"I'd love to, 'Arry."
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Hermione noticed the front clasp on the bra. She looked up and locked gazes with Fleur.
"Can I?" she asked breathlessly as her fingers caressed the clasp.
"Oui. Tonight I am yours. Do with me as you please."
"You might regret those words later on. You should know just how curious I am when I'm dealing with something new."
"Actually, I am counting on 'zat, chéri. You can explore my entire body to your 'earts content," Fleur purred.