CHAPTER 26. Hail to the Honeymooners
AUTHORS: Ladyfun & TiAdoro914 Collaboration
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The honeymoon of Fleur and Hermione Delacour was simply perfect.
Idyllic, perfect, superlative…it was deserved, and it was as it should have been, for the two witches. The three women planning the honeymoon never forgot with whom they were planning for, and what their relatively young lives had already shouldered.
Between the two lovestruck newlyweds, they really had a disproportionate amount of grueling hardship, as compared to the rest of the world, frankly. They had borne the burdens of the wizarding world during wartime, especially Hermione; they gave up their childhoods, essentially, to do the work adults should have done in eradicating Voldemort and his followers; they found themselves in relationships or marriages of convenience and not love; they risked their lives for abstract concepts of 'righting wrongs' and 'keeping others safe' often at the expense of their own health and safety; they dealt with the physical and emotional fall-out of Fleur's injuries and near-death experience and subsequent recovery; and they most certainly at any point could have sought more lucrative financial futures, but they didn't. Instead, they chose to work, without complaint as tireless public servants.
These two women deserved the best honeymoon a couple could hope to experience. Hands down.
To Lene, Cissy, and Gabrielle's credit…they gave them the means. To Hermione and Fleur's credit, they actually took the opportunity, and relished it….every moment of it.
They did things grand and mundane ranging from exploring the islands, swimming, sampling delicious foods, and reading the local paper. Most notably, the newlyweds had absolutely mind-blowing, earth-shattering, and groundbreaking sexual relations…. many, many times, on a daily basis.
It was nearing the end of their 10-days of bliss that the two lovebirds found themselves in bed—shockingly- in the middle of the afternoon, that Hermione realized that fact.
During their post-coital cuddling session, while coming down from another round of toe-curling orgasms, Hermione's analytic mind re-engaged, finally.
Furrowing her brow, she had an expression like when she made a discovery of a new Transfiguration principle or what the identity of the next horecrux was. It was a decidedly Hermione-esque brow furrow, and Fleur recognized the look, and waited for her great concept to be presented.
Hermione cleared her throat, and looked at Fleur, eyes serious.
"Fleur," Hermione began, clearly processing. "You know….we…as in you and I….we are really, really, like…" Hermione paused, thinking of her phraseology. "We are really compatible… in bed."
Fleur looked at her, shocked. She has expected the answer to the ancient Runes, and instead, she was delivered the most obvious statement she had ever heard, in her life.
Recovering, with a chuckle, Fleur agreed. "Oui, we are indeed zat, ma belle!"
Fleur leaned over, and gently caressed Hermione's naked back lovingly, admiring the smooth curves and valleys underneath her fingertips.
Hermione didn't seem ready to table the discussion quite yet.
"But Fleur," Hermione said, "I mean, like really? Really. Really… off the charts compatible, don't you think?. I mean…what I mean to ask is, uh, is that even normal? Is that the standard one experiences, when one mates with a Veela? Or a Delacour? Or a Delacour Veela? Or something…"
Fleur wanted so badly to laugh, outright, but she didn't.
She knew Hermione was not exactly worldly, entering into their union, and she wasn't the type to engage in common room gossip about various sex techniques…and certainly not to the extent they did at the majority female Beauxbatons!
Instead, Fleur paused, thinking how to best answer her question.
Fleur mused, "I zink, 'ermione, zat our bond, oui, 'as somezing to do wiz eet. But eets not the sole factor of why we are so compatible, az you say, in bed. Eet comes from our love, 'ermione. We trust one anozzer, implicitly, oui? "
"Well yes, that is true Fleur, we do trust one another and love one another without reservation. But I guess, as someone who has never been with another woman, well, barely been with anyone really besides you, I guess I just never expected to find myself in a…marriage…where I could literally make love to my spouse, like every minute of the day if given the option." Hermione smirked sheepishly as she spoke. "Do you think it will always be this way between us Fleur?"
"I zink zat life 'as many ups and downs, ebbs and flows, 'ermione. I zink zat at times we will be busy wiz work, wiz ozzer obligations, and hopefully…wiz children…oui? And zat will prevent us from being able to do, well, zis, but I don't zink a day will go by ma belle zat I will not want you, want to 'old you, kiss you and make love to you. And while from everyzing zat you, and some ozzers, 'a, 'ave told me, you were not exactly a sexual person before, or maybe, you were a bit of a prude, non? Well, when you find ze person you are meant to be wiz, your one true love, well, zat connection 'as 'elped you to uncover parts of you zat 'ad not been tapped into yet."
Hermione took a moment to think about all that Fleur had said. This was not the first conversation of this type that they had ventured into before. But she was still quite astonished at the woman she had become once she started dating Fleur. Sex was something she thought of rarely, if at all. It just was not important to her.
But now?
Now, she could not get enough.
It was like this completely different person emerged from inside her. And while she was still not, nor likely would never be, as comfortable talking openly about sex as Fleur, Gabrielle, Ginny, the sordid list of their inappropriate friends went on…
She was, at least, coming into her own, and she was more than comfortable talking about it and doing things with Fleur that would have never crossed her mind.
As they had ventured into some pretty, well, rather boundary-pushing sexual adventures over the course of their honeymoon, Fleur asked a concerned, "Are you okay wiz…all zis, 'ermione?"
Fleur had become uncharacteristically unsure about Hermione's comfort level, and was concerned regarding Hermione not regretting or feeling bad about them suddenly.
Hermione smiled up at the love of her life, her wife, and chuckled. "Well I can't say you, and our rather…adventurous…sex life has not taken me by surprise, but yes, I'm more than okay with this, with us, and the way we express our love for one another. I love bringing you pleasure Fleur and I love the ways you bring me pleasure. I just can't seem to get enough of you. The things you do to me," she blushed, "I just…"
"Well 'ermione, eef eet iz any consolation, I never 'ave been as adventurous in bed wiz anyone else before. I just may 'ave fantasized about it, wanted it and talked about it openly a lot more zan you. You know zat I've only messed around wiz women before, but as zey talk about hindsight, right, I zink zat I've always been a lesbian 'ermione. Women are what 'ave always turned me on and 'onestly I've really only been attracted to women in my life. Sure I've dated men, and even married one…but zat waz not about me, or what I wanted, eet was about what I thought I 'ad to do. I feel so lucky, so blessed 'ermione zat you are mine and I am yours. I can't wait to spend ze rest of my life loving you ma belle. And well to be 'onest, zinking of all zee ways I can bring you endless amounts of pleasure."
Hermione's heart could barely take it. She was so in love with this woman. A woman, who burst back into her life, grabbed her hand and her heart and vowed never to let go.
XOXOXOXO
Hermione and Fleur spent their last full day on the Island down at the beach just below the Estate as it had become their favorite little slice of paradise over the past several days. It was secluded, and had a small sandy beach with some shallow water surrounded by rock cropping's on both sides. They rarely saw anyone else in the cove and loved to spend time splashing around together in relative privacy.
Fleur was wearing another rather scandalous bright blue bikini and Hermione loved it. Fleur eyes sparkled brighter than the ocean and her incredibly toned, sexy body was on display. Hermione was appeasing Fleur as well, wearing the incredibly skimpy number Gabrielle had packed for her and Fleur could barely keep her hands off of her as the day progressed. They had brought down a light lunch picnic, and sat feeding each other reminiscing of their honeymoon and their favorite parts as they ate and enjoyed the warm breeze and picture perfect view.
"I loved our visits to Santorini. That gyro, Fleur! Can you please, please, try to make that for us when we get home? You are such a talented chef Fleur, I'll love you forever if you can endeavor to recreate it?" Hermione giggled and waggled her eyebrows under her big floppy hat protecting her face from the sun.
"Of course mon chou, I'll do my best to make it for you 'ermione when we get back to 'ogwarts. Or our flat in London. I promise."
"Thank you, thank you!" Hermione laughed and leaned over to pepper Fleur's face with small kisses.
Hermione had discovered gyros during their day exploring the island of Santorini, never having eaten one before, and fell in love. She found herself enjoying Greek foods immensely and had secretly bought Fleur several authentic Greek cookbooks for them in hopes that Fleur would cook for her when they returned home.
While Hermione had ducked into yet another bookstore the day they had spent on Santorini, Fleur had wandered off letting her wife relish in more books. She had come across a small jewelry store that peaked her interest and had wandered inside. As she browsed, thinking it would be quite lovely to buy Hermione a little trinket, a honeymoon memento, she took in some of the beautiful silver pieces, Byzantine crosses, Athena pendants, pendants with snakes, making her chuckle knowing how much her bride would not want one of those, and was easily drawn to the Meander design, also known as the "Greek key."
A charming elderly man with lively eyes noticed her eyeing the piece, and murmured, "Nice choice, dear."
Speaking with the elderly Greek proprietor in the shop, he patiently the significance of the design.
"The Greek Key symbolizes the eternal flow of things. Things like…. eternal life, eternal love and eternal friendship. It is a very …unifying sentiment, yes?"
"Oui." Fleur agreed.
He smiled. "It is a personal favorite. I have many beautiful pieces with the Meander design, and I can tell for such a beautiful lady on the surface….much runs deep, underneath." His eyes seemed to twinkle. "I am glad you love the sentiment behind the design…not many of your age or your station can understand."
"I think everyone can understand love."
"No, not everyone. Have it…please." He smiled.
Fleur reflected on the Jeweler's words, and decided on a few additional pieces. Fleur carefully chose two matching bands, both of white gold, that were delicate and beautiful and had the Meander design run around the entire bands. Inwardly, she said a silent prayer of thanks for Hermione. Thanks to her wife's planning, they both had a handful of Muggle money on them so they could do a little shopping while in Muggle Greece, and she was able to purchase some items. She thought them quite the perfect gift for her bride.
However, as she was paying and the lovely, scruffy old man wrapped up her purchase, she spotted a simple, delicate charm bracelet in the corner that caught her eye. The single charm was that of a Unicorn. A bright smile crossed Fleur's face as she realized what she had found and asked the man if she could see the bracelet as well.
Eyeing it appraisingly, she found it to be perfect. It was simple, delicate and beautiful, just like her wife. The eyes of the Unicorn head were amethyst, stunningly bright purple gems and she knew instantly she had to buy it for Hermione.
It was on the beach, on that very last day of their honeymoon, that Fleur had tucked the beautifully wrapped Unicorn bracelet in her beach bag to give to her wife.
"'ermione…your wedding vows, they were beautiful my love. I never knew that you thought of me as your Unicorn…"
"Well, it's a little silly Fleur, I think. But as I was trying to figure out just what I wanted to say to you, I could not help but think of the world that I had created in my mind when I was young, and feeling out of place. It was my escape from real life, from feeling different. And that escape of mine was filled with fantastical creatures and bright colors and pure happiness Fleur. It was a place that I created that made me feel like I belonged, truly belonged somewhere. And that's how you make me feel. You make me feel pure happiness Fleur. And like I belong. I feel at home in your arms, I feel loved and cherished and like I've found my place. And Unicorns were a big part of my magical escape, and it seemed natural to equate that feeling to you."
Fleur was breathless, her heart thumping wildly in her chest. She could not help it, and she hoped this feeling of such pure love would never fade. She looked into Hermione's eyes and saw nothing but truth and love and felt overwhelmed by the gift that she had been given by this woman. Hermione had given herself to Fleur and it was the most precious thing she could ever dream of.
"I love you so much Hermione Granger Delacour," she whispered. Holding onto Hermione's hand tightly, she looked deeply into those beautiful brown eyes and said simply, "thank you. Thank you for loving me and letting me love you." She leaned in and gently pressed her lips to those of her wife's, their arms instantly finding their way around one another, pulling the other close. It was a soft kiss, a gently kiss, filled with love. Not lust or desire, although those were emotions and feelings always boiling just under the surface between the two witches, but this was just a soft, slow, beautiful kiss filled with nothing but love. Hermione pulled back first, casting her eyes down with a grin. Fleur, using her pointed finger, pulled Hermione's chin up to look at her and pecked those delicious lips once more.
"I found somezing…when we were on Santorini. I 'ad to get it for you." She reached into her bag and pulled out the small gift box wrapped in a green wrapping paper.
"Fleur," Hermione exclaimed, to which her wife responded with another peck on her lips.
"Open eet."
Hermione carefully began unwrapping the package and pulled the lid off the tiny box. Inside she saw a delicate bracelet and as she picked it up, her eyes grew wide as she realized just what it was. "A Unicorn! Fleur! This is…oh Fleur, this is so perfect. Flinging her arms around her bride, tears began to fall down Hermione's freckle-filled cheeks. Pulling back after feeling drops of wetness hit her bare shoulder, Fleur's hands immediately went to Hermione's cheeks, her eyes suddenly filled with concern. "What? Do you not like it 'ermione?"
"These are happy tears love," Hermione chuckled, her lips pressing against her blondes. "This is so beautiful Fleur, thank you. Thank you for being…my everything."
XOXOXOX
Later that afternoon, Hermione proudly wearing her new favorite piece of jewelry, outside her wedding rings of course, the witches found themselves packing back up to return to Hogwarts the following afternoon.
"I don't want to leave Fleur. Can we stay here forever?" Hermione asked earnestly.
Fleur chuckled. "Zis waz like a dream, non? But real life iz calling…"
"I know Fleur. But maybe real life can just, I don't know, suck it!"
"'ermione?" Fleur ran over to her bride and poked her gently. "Iz zat you? Or 'ave you been imperioused? Because my wife would never say, 'suck eet'! Are you alright? Do you 'ave a fever?" Fleur asked frenetically, her hands all over the brunettes face and forehead.
"Fleur!" Hermione sounded annoyed, but when the blonde looked at her with those big beautiful bright eyes and a sweet smile on her face, she caved. And smiled back.
"I just love being with you Fleur."
"And I love being wiz you too, " she waggled her eyebrows at Hermione.
Hitting her on the shoulder, Hermione grabbed Fleur's delicate hand, "I guess we do have to go back though. I mean, only Merlin knows the trouble that Gabrielle has caused while were away…"
"Oui," Fleur chuckled, leaning in to kiss Hermione before she padded back over to the dresser, pulling out a cozy grey cardigan to put on over her tank top as it was starting to get chilly. "'opefully none of zee rest of zee family 'as walked in on any ozzers in, well, delicate situations, in our absence."
"What is it with you Delacours," Hermione mused out loud as she folded some pants into their bag.
The witches continued to chat, laughing about all things that Gabrielle could have gotten up to while they were sequestered away in Greece and talking about what would happen upon their return to Hogwarts. Fleur would have another few days off before she had to return to the Ministry to determine her next steps in her job, and she was planning on connecting with Tonks as soon as they were back. Hermione would jump right back into classes, she had already missed over a week of school following the holiday break. Life, responsibilities and work was going to capture them as soon as they returned, but they were both looking forward to seeing their family, and thankful for the time they had.
After some order had been brought to their room, Fleur sauntered over to Hermione, wrapping her arms around the younger woman from behind and gently kissing her neck. "Je vous aime, 'ermione," she whispered as she continued to kiss her exposed skin. "I love you too Fleur," Hermione smiled back. "It's our last night here Fleur, whatever shall we do?"
"Well, I waz zinking we would 'ave a light dinner one ze balcony eef eets not too cold, and zen we would retire to zee bedroom where I plan on making love to you for hours upon hours ma belle. 'ow does zis sound to you?"
Spinning in Fleur's arms, she kissed her wife, deeply. Holding her close, pressing their bodies together, they kissed until they were both out of breath. Smiling, Hermione leaned her forehead to Fleur's and replied, "That sounds perfect."
XOXOXOXO
It was with very conflicted feelings that Professor Hermione Delacour, along with her wife, returned to Hogwarts.
On one hand, she got itchy if she went for too long without a library; and Hogwarts was her home, after all. Well, one of her homes now that she shared a loft in London with her wife, and since Minerva had housed them in the charming quarters for married faculty, really, she should have no complaints.
And yet, her heart was heavy.
How do you leave paradise, and the ability to love the most precious thing in your entire world for every moment of the day behind?
As if to punctuate her thoughts with emphasis, she ducked her head just in time for a Quaffle to go sailing past her head.
"Oh, shit! I mean shoot. Uh, sorry, Professor Granger!"
Hermione smiled, weakly. "No problem," Hermione replied, using her wand to return the Quaffle to the sweaty underclassman. "And by the way, it's Professor Delacour…I just got back from my honeymoon. Please be more careful. I wouldn't practice Quidditch in such a populated space."
"Oh. Okay. You're not going to take points for nearly hitting you?" He said, nervously.
A voice came up from behind Hermione, chuckling. "She might 'ave, 'ad she been in any real danger of being 'it." Fleur said, teasing. "Sir, you throw like a tortoise." The Veela pointed out.
"Yeah. I suck." He acknowledged, blushing.
"No, you don't," Fleur reassured him. "You're just releasing ze Quaffle, too early, and bunching your grip on ze seam."
"Huh?"
Fleur huffed. "Let me show you what I mean…"
Hermione waited patiently as Fleur schooled him on the correct pitching and throwing technique, and corrected his grip on the Quaffle. Fleur watched him approvingly practice throwing with his new grip, and Fleur made him repeat his throw, three times. On the fourth, she looked satisfied, finally.
"Much better!" Fleur clapped. "Now, you are a legitimate threat for getting zome of ze house points deducted, oui? Nice job!"
"Thanks!" He said, sincerely, before trotting off to rejoin his shocked friends. They immediately huddled around him and started talking, sneaking glances up at Fleur.
Hermione smiled, a knowing smile, to herself as they left the common. They walked towards their quarters, an amused look graced Hermione's face the entire way. Finally, Fleur grew exasperated, noting the expression intermittently.
"What?" Fleur finally said, feigning annoyance.
"What…what, dear?" Hermione replied, innocently.
Fleur raised a fist. "Bah! You know what I'm talking about, wiz zat little shit eating grin, 'ermione! What?"
"You know, Fleur…." Hermione began, thinking. Slowly, she added, "You really are a good teacher, love."
Fleur laughed, outright. "I'm no teacher, 'ermione. I 'ate teenagers."
"Everyone hates teenagers, Fleur. Don't deflect. And please, don't ignore what I said….you're a good teacher."
"Naa. Zat iz yours and Gaby's department, my dearest. Now, 'urry up, and walk faster, s'il vous plait! My tummy is growling and my pussy is hungry."
XOXOXXOXOXO
Girl's night was held this evening, without Narcissa, unfortunately. They still hosted it in Cissy's suite, however, as habits were hard to break. They had much to catch up on with the youngest Delacour, who patiently waited all day to be reunited with her sisters. Well, not patiently at all, but alas, she was finally getting her grips into them.
"She's…uh, smoothing down some ruffled feathers," Hermione explained, nervously, looking at the two Delacour women.
Fleur nodded, reading between the lines, and turned to her younger sister.
"Shall we tell you about 'ow your wonderful trip you 'elped planned went off?" Fleur grinned, winningly, causing Gaby's face to brighten, immediately.
"Oh, bien sur, sister! Yes!" She clapped her hands, in delight. "Waz eet to die for? Wasn't the landscape exquisite? And more importantly…" she grinned, her voice dropping a half-octave. "…did you find my little toy gifts…enjoyable?"
"Quite enjoyable Gabrielle." Fleur grinned, wolfishly.
Hermione took a long, deep drink of Cissy's Merlot. Sighing, she said, "will there ever be an evening with the Delacour women in which I don't find myself utterly mortified, and blushing to some degree?"
Both sisters turned, looking at Hermione blankly.
"Non." They both replied emphatically, at the same time, right before they both started giggling and hugging each other.
"Damn Cissy!" Hermione muttered into her drink. "Where is she, when I need her?" She mumbled.
The sisters spent the next hour or so chatting animatedly about the honeymoon, Greece, what the girls ate and saw during their trip. Hermione went on and on about the food, and told Gabrielle happily about the bookstores she traversed while on Santorini. She proudly showed off the bracelet Fleur had given her, Gaby appropriately gushing.
Fleur went on and on about the view, primarily, Hermione, in the skimpy bikini's Gaby had so graciously packed and told her all about the Estate and their wonderful hosts. They laughed and laughed as Gabrielle tried to dig for details into some of the more naughty activities the two enjoyed together, and happily for Hermione, her wife was not quite as detailed as she feared.
"I will respect zee wishes of my wife, Gabrielle, but I will say zis…where did you discover some of zose toys? Zey provided hours and hours of…entertainment," Fleur waggled her eyebrows, "and not once did we curse your name."
Gabrielle grinned, waggling her eyebrows right back at her sister, then rose to give her a high five.
"Children!" Hermione snapped at the two, shaking her head trying to hide the small grin on her face. "To change topics," she glared at her wife, "how have things been back at Hogwarts Gabs?" Hermione inquired.
"Zings 'ave been fine GG. Nozzing too interesting to start zis year so far. You missed one Quidditch match zat I'm sure you are all torn up about. 'ufflepuff beat Ravenclaw. Zere, you are now all caught up. Cissy 'ad 'er work cut out for 'er after one particularly nasty fall from a broom, but ze chaser from Ravenclaw iz fine now zanks to 'er talents."
"Can't say I'm upset having missed that, but thank you for the update Gabs."
As the two continued to talk about students and schedules for nightly patrol and what happened between two particularly love-struck seventh years, Fleur watched them intently, enjoying the easy conversation flowing between her sister and her wife. She loved the way Gabrielle became so animated when talking about her lessons and students, it was clear she truly enjoyed teaching and interacting with the young witches and wizards. She watched her wife's face intently, taking in all the freckles covering her cheeks, the way the corners of her mouth rose in a smirk when Gaby said something particularly funny, and the way her eyes lite up during the conversation. She loved most when Hermione would look over at her and the smile would rise all the way to her eyes, and she would wink, or blow Fleur a small kiss as she and Gabrielle continued to catch up.
It was times like this that made Fleur feel like the luckiest woman in the world. She had found, and married, the love of her life, and that amazing woman had fit into her family so seamlessly it was like a dream come true.
After refilling all three of their wine glasses with the latest bottle they had opened, Fleur wedged herself into the loveseat Hermione was sitting on, feeling the need to be near, to touch, her wife.
Scootching over, Hermione wrapped her arms around Fleur and placed a small kiss on her cheek before she leaned her head onto the blondes shoulder. "Hi beautiful," she whispered into her ear.
Gabrielle watched the two interact with a smile on her face. Her sister was happier than she had ever seen her. "Zis looks good on you Fleur," she waved her hands about, pointing at the two wives entangled on the seat.
"Que?" Fleur inquired.
"Love. Marriage. You two togezer." Gabrielle responded quietly.
Hermione and Fleur turned to one another, blue eyes connecting with brown, and they kissed, nothing over the top, just a soft caressing and brushing of their lips together before turning back to Gabrielle.
"Zank you souer."
Feeling her heart warm for a moment, Gabrielle realized she had forgotten to impart the good news to her sisters about the Floo connection.
"Oh!" Gabrielle exclaimed. "I 'ad forgotten to tell you a very exciting piece of news seesters!"
Hermione and Fleur cocked their heads to the side, in the exact same way, giving Gaby another chuckle.
"Zis Floo," Gabrielle pointed to the fireplace currently glowing in Cissy's quarters, "iz now connected to zee Delacour Estate, ze library to be exact!"
"What?!" Hermione exclaimed, at the same time Fleur replied, "Zat can't be!"
"International regulations prohibit International Floo connections," Fleur explained, to which Hermione quickly followed up, "And it's virtually impossible to Floo in and out of Hogwarts anyhow, the only Floo's that I know of are in Minerva's office, and now our quarters to allow Fleur to only go to the Ministry, no where else."
"Oui, zis iz all true. But 'ave you met our Maman? When she iz determined, she will find a way. She and Cissy could not stand to be apart any longer and zo through lots of work, some manipulation and maybe, I'm not entirely sure, a leetle bribery, zis now connects to our home in France. Cissy is spending every night in France wiz Maman and returns to 'ogwarts in zee morning."
"Zis iz amazing! And so wonderful, and very unexpected. I can't believe Maman pulled eet off."
"Oui, I guess when you find your mate," Gabrielle took a moment to just smile broadly, "you will do whatever eet takes, non?"
The newly bonded pair smiled, nodding their heads in agreement.
"So, ze Floo iz only for ze use of family. Some magical enchantments prohibit anyone from using eet zat iz not specially giving permission zat corresponds wiz our unique magical signatures. I believe zee only people allowed to use eet are Cissy and Maman of course, zee three of us and Dracoid. I zink Andy may be able to az well, az Cissy's sister, but we 'ave not crossed zat bridge yet," Gaby explained, her voice trailing off quietly at the end of her statement.
Knowing the topic was going to come up eventually, Fleur's curiosity and Hermione sense that Gabrielle needed to talk to her sister and her friend would force it if need be, but they wanted to wait until Gabrielle gave them a sign she was ready. It appeared she was.
"Well I for one am thrilled, it means you both can see your Maman with ease now! And Cissy and Apolline won't have to be apart. I know from experience that being apart simply does not work," she said grabbing Fleur's hand tightly, "so this is truly wonderful news. I'm impressed with your Maman, as always."
Fleur nodded with a bright smile on her face. "Wonderful."
"So…Andromeda…"
"Oui, Andy," Gaby replied, a dreamy expression crossing over her face. Well that told them at least enough to understand that something, whatever that may be, was still going on between the two.
"Would you like to tell us what might be progressing between you and ze eldest Black seester?" Fleur inquired gently, wanting to give her sister room to respond in the way that she desired. This was going to be touchy, but as she and Hermione had discussed several times on their honeymoon, Gabrielle's happiness came first, even if there was some confusion perhaps on the Veela's part, at least, about the two.
"She is amazing. Just amazing Fleur. I know you know her, oui, Hermione?"
Hermione nodded.
"I do. I would not say well, but yes, I know her Gabs. And she is a very kind, very smart woman I believe. I always enjoyed the times I spent with her."
She wanted Gabrielle to know straight away what she thought of Andy. Gabrielle was her first friend beyond those she had acquired at Hogwarts. They did not have the history of the war between them, they did not have the history of fighting and death and pain and suffering. Gabrielle was a bright light in the lives of those she touched and Hermione would be forever grateful to her, for her friendship, for her love and for making things happy whenever she was around. And she brought her to Fleur.
So she would go to bat for Gabrielle no matter what, no questions asked.
"I zink I'm in love. I feel so much when I'm wiz 'er. She makes my 'eart smile, eef zat makes sense. And of course, az you may 'ave seen, I'm wildly attracted to 'er! I mean she looks like a goddess. Dark brown wavy hair, curvy but tight body, just a bit taller zen me, and zose eyes, those deep pools of brown, I get lost in zem. But her beauty is not all. She challenges me. And makes me zink. We talk, we talk for 'ours about the world, life, love, what we want for our futures. She iz so wise, so thoughtful, so sexy…I just get lost when I'm wiz 'er."
Gabrielle was downright love-struck.
Both women had never seen her like this before, obviously as Hermione had only know Gabrielle to be single, and while a complete and unabashed flirt, she had never seen her even in like, much less in what appeared to be love.
Fleur, on the other hand, had seen her in love before. Her previous boyfriend, the one who broke her heart, the one Fleur would never forgive.
Gabrielle had been happy then as well…very happy.
So of course, playing the role of the older sister, her protective urges were on high alert.
"'ave you seen much of 'er since you left France?"
Gaby nodded her head, her smile still bright and pure. "She 'as visited me at 'ogwarts twice already and zis upcoming weekend I plan to go stay wiz 'er at 'er home outside of London. She lives near Tonks and Remus as she is a very important and active part of Teddy's life."
Hermione and Fleur nodded, a smile on Hermione's face, as she could clearly see how happy her friend was. Fleur was a little more reserved, but happy as well.
"Zat sounds delightful Gaby. Zee next time she is 'ere, would you like zee four of us to get togezzer?"
"Oh Fleur, really? I would love zat so very much…I'm so 'appy." Gaby's face darkened, momentarily. She paused.
It was only because Fleur and Hermione both knew her so well that they heard the slight tinge of pain in her next words, despite the fact they were delivered with her normal effusive delivery.
"But….ahhhh. Our Maman, Fleur? Ah… she iz not very 'appy wiz me, right now. So much so zat I was 'onestly worried zat you might not be eizzer."
Fleur chose her words carefully, taking a deep breath as Hermione squeezed her hand. She turned to her wife with a grateful smile.
"Gabrielle, all I want iz for you to be 'appy. Zat iz zee most important zing to me. But I 'ave seen you 'ave your 'eart broken, seen you be destroyed by love before. And zis, well, your relationship with Andromeda 'as taken me quite by surprise. She iz much older zan you Gabrielle, as you very well know. And beyond zat, she is the older sister of our soon to be step-mozzer. She 'as a child who is older zan you and a grandchild. But I do understand Gabrielle zat age is just a number. And zat 'appiness iz what iz truly important. I can't say zat I understand yet…but I am willing to try. I would like to get to know 'er eef she iz so important to you little one eef zat will make you 'appy."
Hermione was so proud of her wife. She knew she was struggling, but she put Gabrielle's happiness before anything else, and that was the most important thing.
Gabrielle, who felt like she had been holding her breathe since her sister returned finally exhaled. Her shoulders slumped and she hung her head for a moment, in an uncharacteristic show of resignation. Fleur was unsure of exactly what her reaction meant, so she slowly stood to go kneel in front of her sister, placing her hands gently on her knees.
Gaby was crying.
Immediately Fleur wrapped her arms around her sister and held her tightly, petting her golden hair rocking her back and forth. "What iz eet love?"
After simply being held by her sister for a short while, Gabrielle spoke. "Zank you, Fleur! I was terrified zat you would be upset wiz me like Maman iz. I could not take eet if you were."
"Oh, ma chou…." Fleur exhaled.
Gaby lifted her head, looking at her sister-in-law, knowing that Fleur's acceptance likely had something to do with her friend as well. Quietly, she murmured, "Zank you 'ermione. I am so lucky to have you as my friend, and my sister."
Turning back to Fleur, Gabrielle explained. "Maman is furious Fleur. She just does not understand and iz not willing to listen. Cissy 'as been wonderful, so wonderful in fact, and really she iz zee one would should be upset eef anyone would be! And eet's causing Maman and Cissy to fight as well. I feel awful. I never zought zat anyzing like zis would 'appen. I 'ad no idea when Andy and I went into zee library to argue zat once we were alone, and our eyes locked, zat everyzing else in zee world would fall away and suddenly I found myself wrapped in 'er, feeling zings I've never felt before. I know eets new, and zee way everyone discovered us waz zo far from ideal, I don't even know eef I would 'ave told anyone yet eef zis damn family did not 'ave such a desire to see each ozzer in highly inappropriate sexual situations! But we were outed and now I am trying figure out what iz going on between myself and Andy while dealing wiz Maman going absolutely crazy. Not to mention your friend Tonks is not 'elping matters, she iz furious az well and making zings unbearable for Andy too."
It was at that moment that with a poof of green soot, the fireplace rumbled, ominously. Emerging from the billowing smoke, looked a rather distraught looking Narcissa Black.
Cissy had known the girls were coming back from their honeymoon today and had tried to persuade Apolline to come see them as well, but she had steadfastly refused, causing another round of arguments between the two mates. Cissy was furious and did not want to be in the middle of this any longer. And while Lene was her lover, her best friend and her mate, she considered Hermione and Gabrielle to be her daughters, her family as well, even though she and Lene had not completed their bond yet.
A bond, however, was irrelevant to Narcissa Black to tell her how she felt about Gaby and Hermione. Her daughter would be returning today; and a daughter needs her mother.
After suffering the shackles of perceived expectations so painfully in the past, Narcissa had no use form them any longer. A mother's expectations should be simple, she realized. They should be solely to ensure their children's well being, and happiness.
It's hard to hug them with open arms when your hands are too busy making fists of indignation.
Sensing the tension in the room, she saw the sisters wrapped up in one another and the tear tracks marring Gabrielle's face. Taking a moment to embrace Hermione and place a delicate kiss to her hair, Narcissa whispered, "Welcome back my darling."
The regal blonde then moved towards Gabrielle and Fleur. She hated this, hated seeing how much pain Gabrielle was in, even though she knew she was deliriously happy with Andy.
This was not easy on her, either.
While it had required some serious reframing for Narcissa, on her part, she tried. She and Andy had spoken again since the dinner, making delicate inroads on their fractured path, and making progress on their relationship. She didn't know exactly how she felt about the two of them together; frankly, it was just so bizarre.
By anyone's standards.
However, happiness came first. And after all she had been through in her life, if they truly were able to find happiness together, than that was all that mattered. But at this point, she was worried about both Andromeda and Gabrielle, was fighting with her mate regarding the two and after feeling like she had finally found some true peace in her life, things were a mess.
Cissy crossed the room immediately, and swallowed Gaby up in her arms, hugging her tightly. She leaned over to Fleur, while still holding onto Gabrielle, kissing the elder Delacour sister on the check with a whisper of welcome as well. She was delighted to see Fleur and Hermione and could not wait to hear about their honeymoon. But right now, her focus was on her precious Gabrielle. She kissed her tenderly, on the top of her flaxen blonde head, no longer bothering to hide her worried expression, as Gaby couldn't see her.
"What's all zis?" Gaby squeaked, muffled from being buried in the robes of Narcissa.
"What? Are you protesting, Gabrielle Delacour?" Narcissa said, haughtily, and squeezing her tighter. "I rather thought you'd enjoy being smothered by my 'ample bosom' as you've so eloquently termed it, in the past."
"Ahhh!" Gaby purred, finally finding a smile again. "You 'ave a good point, zere…" she said, burrowing in deeper. "I am, in fact, razzer enjoying zis 'ug, Cissy."
Cissy looked to Fleur, a clear question in her eyes. Fleur explained. "Gabrielle was just sharing wiz us Maman's rather negative feelings on her relationship with Andromeda and 'ow difficult it 'as been on 'er, as well as you, while 'ermione and I were on our 'oneymoon."
Cissy took a deep breath. "Yes darling, things have been rather strained. Your mother is not accepting of the fact that Gabrielle is interested in pursing a relationship with my older sister. This is obviously a very complex situation, and my strained relationship with Andromeda did not help with matters either, as Lene's first impression of Andromeda was rather negative, and for that I am very sorry. I think that she just needs some time," Cissy continued, with one arm draped across Gabrielle's shoulders and the other holding Gabrielle's hand on her lap.
"Alright…should I try to speak wiz her?" Fleur asked Cissy. Hermione, who had been rather quiet, choosing to observe for some time, spoke up.
"I think that it might be best to let everyone have some time. Let's let Gabrielle and Andy explore what is going on between the two of them first, right? It was unfortunate how they were discovered, and honestly your not removing yourself from her lap at the dinner did not help things Gabs," Hermione shot her a look, "but they are both adults and family…and love…and happiness...those are the most important things. So I suggest we all just take a deep breath and let things settle for a moment. I understand that I am least familiar with your Maman of the four of us, but I do know her to be a strong woman with strong opinions. And I'd have to image that if Cissy is not able to change her mind, than maybe some time is what she needs."
Cissy looked over at Hermione with a smile. "I agree my dear. But of course Fleur, you are more than welcome to try to talk some sense into your mother," Cissy chuckled.
"Talk sense into my Mozzer? Zat iz very funny Cissy. I guess some time iz probably what's needed. Gabrielle, you 'ave zee weekend with Andy, you enjoyed yourself souer. Eef zings progress zen we will do whatever eet takes to make Maman come around. She will Gaby, she will."
XOXOXOX
It was the weekend, and Gabrielle was ecstatic at the luxury of spending two whole days and nights with Andromeda.
She was to have her all to herself, and she was thrilled. They had only had rather sporadic visits previous since their time in France; and she while it had only been a few weeks, their love was new, and she wanted to immerse herself in it more than anything.
In the back of her mind, she knew the weekend was going to be a bit of a deal breaker for the two.
They had fallen straight into bed, and into a heady lust filled passion. Their intense attraction to one another and the newness of their deeply satisfying sex life tended to overpower everything else; but it would not be wrong to say they had also connected on a deeper level, as well. They talked a lot, actually; and she found Andy to be an amazing listener. Strangely enough, she found it was easy to return that courtesy to her older lover, in spades. Andy seemed to have a calming effect on Gaby; she felt peaceful enough with her to actually be quiet, and listen. Her motor didn't need to run at 120 mph with the complicated older woman…she gave her the luxury of idling.
Gaby had never really had that feeling before.
But it was still so new. She had hope for the two, but knew that a real weekend alone, without interruptions and with time to dig into their true compatibility was needed.
Gaby thought to herself, that frankly, maybe they shouldn't have sex right away within the first thirty seconds of seeing one another…but then the pragmatic Veela quickly dismissed that as a stupid idea, deciding instead that it would be equally sufficient to ensure they talked a bit on something other than their insane arousal within the first four hours.
She really did want to do mundane things with Andy, she did…
As long as those mundane things could be done, while naked…and preferably engaging in cunnilingus as well, if possible.
Oh, the conundrum….
XOXOXOXOX
"Andy? C'est moi!" Gabrielle's excitable self called out. "Ou est vous?"
Gabrielle walked through Andy's front foyer, using the key Andy had owl'ed her. She set her overnight bag down and looked around. The house was immaculate, and tastefully decorated in a classic style.
Gaby smiled. Just like her Andy.
After there was no sign of her weekend companion after a few moments, Gaby frowned, wondering if she had somehow misunderstood their rendezvous instructions. Gaby reviewed everything in her mind, and felt certain she had the time and location correct. Andy had told her to meet her at her home at this time…and Andy was never late.
Then, realization hit Gaby regarding her exact miscalculation, and she smiled to herself, with a mischievous grin.
"Oh, you sly little cougar…" Gaby chuckled. "Of course I'm in ze wrong place…."
With a grin, Gabrielle looked up the massive staircase that let to the second and third floors. She dropped her robes and boots at the bottom of the winding stairwell; then, she started walking up the circular staircase. Gaby unbuttoned the top buttons on her blouse as she stepped. By the time she got to the sixth step, she had it completely undone and discarded her silk shirt on that very step. Walking up steps 7 through 11, she undid the button and side zipper of her black pencil skirt, discarding that garment on step 12.
She had to actually pause on step 13, to unroll her stockings, peeling them off her legs, and just as quickly shedding them there. She continued her ascent, before finally deciding to discard the matching bra and panties by the time she reached the top.
By the time she reached the second floor, she was completely naked.
The Veela scanned the hallway, noting only one door was closed. Nodding, she immediately walked to it, and stood on the outside of the heavy doorframe, assessing.
Finally hearing movement within, she grinned.
Gaby undid her hair tie that kept her shimmering locks in a tidy bun. As she released it, her mop of beautiful platinum blonde hair tumbled down, and cascaded around her shoulders. She took a deep breath as she stood outside the single closed door. Her heart was racing, with anticipation, just like all the times prior in the moments before she would first see Andy.
With some alarm, she had noticed recently she now had near Pavolivian conditioning in those moments that would result in her center heating, as well as instantly moistening, as well.
She raised her hand to knock; then, feeling bold, she simply turned the door handle, and entered. Peeking into the room as she entered, her face radiated immediate joy when she spotted what she had been seeking.
"Uh…'allo, Andromeda!" She beamed.
Back turned towards the new visitor, Gaby could feel the tenseness radiate from her hostess, despite her body appearing deceptively serene, laying on the bed.
"You're late."
Gaby flushed. "Je suis desolee, Madame. Your instructions weren't…uh, clear."
Andromeda rolled over in the bed, now facing her new arrival. The sheet draped across her sculpted curves, her skin a rich olive tone and her dark curly ringlets cascading all over her shoulders and her bed. Andy propped up on one arm, and finally turned her gaze on the flawless younger woman, in her doorway.
"My instructions," The dark haired beauty replied, deliberately, "were implicit…Gabrielle."
Gaby felt a wave of arousal hit her, and she took a steadying breath.
Without warning, she felt her nipples becoming taut under the intense dark gaze of the older woman.
My lover, thought Gaby to herself. She let out a small moan.
She cleared her throat. "Well, zen, Andy? I'm sorry then…for misunderstanding."
"Mmmm." Hummed Andy, reflecting. "Well, unfortunately, we don't have time to address this adequately, right now. We are going somewhere, today."
"We are?" Gaby said, confused.
"Yes. We are. I have some… things to show you, and so we need to expedite the schedule, a bit." A hint of a smile finally ghosted across her lips. "So, we should get some formalities out of the way, before we apparate."
She patted the bed, next to her.
Gaby's eyes followed every graceful move Andromeda Black's hands made.
She patted the bed, once again. "Come here, Gaby." Andy said, her voice deepening.
The dark-haired witch's intense gaze did not waiver from the naked form of her younger girlfriend, once. She watched as Gaby complied, gliding across the room and sliding underneath the covers of the bed joining Andy.
Gaby steeled her nerves; her Veela primal instincts were in overdrive, and causing her brain to short circuit. The Veela was thrumming, "Now! Now! Take her…now…." But instead, the Frenchwoman paused, and began nervously licking her lips, forcing herself to wait.
Gaby was terrible at waiting…for anything.
However, through force of will, she disciplined herself, her eyes darting to her lover's bare chest; she had to close her eyes as a small tremor went through her body. She could actually smell her lover's already intense arousal, thanks to her Veela olfactory skills.
That smell, more than anything, was an overwhelming aphrodisiac to Gabrielle, threatening to drown her…intoxicate her.
She opened her eyes to the smirking expression of her lover. Andy looked like she was wrestling with something. Finally, she said dryly, "As much as I'm enjoying looking at you, Pet, I have to tell you that I plan on taking you somewhere soon…so in the order of meeting schedules, I'm going to have to ask you: what's your preference, Gaby? Face up….or, face down?"
Andy's eyes grew even darker still.
Gaby nodded, in understanding. "Down."
A wide grin slid across Andy's face. "Ah, of course. Face down…"
"Uh…and Andy? S'il vous plait….ahhh, both...entrances. Please."
Andy arched an eyebrow. "Both? Well. Someone's very needy, right off the bat?"
Gaby's face nearly contorted in pain. She huffed. "What do you expect?" She said, her voice rising. "I'm dying, Andy! Eet's been six days since you were…last in me, Madame!" Gaby said, exasperated.
Andy didn't seem put off, but held a surprising neutral expression. "Mmm. "
"Damn eet Andy!"
"Fine. Turn over, love."
Gaby laid down on her stomach, while Andy placed a throw pillow underneath her pelvis, raising her slightly off the bed. Without preamble, she gripped Gaby's ankles, and spread them wide open, and flexed her knees. This swift contortion movement caused Gaby's ass to jut upwards, and her core to be exposed, showing just how dripping wet she actually was, in anticipation.
When Gaby's unique aroma hit Andy's senses, her eyes practically rolled to the back of her head. Gaby couldn't see her expression fully, and it was likely a good thing.
Andy looked tortured.
With a grimace, she lunged forward, and plunged four fingers into Gaby's gaping hole; with her other hand, she found her engorged bead and began rubbing furious circular motions across its surface.
Immediately, Gaby began writhing, and practically impaled herself on Andy's fingers, matching the ferocious in and out pace of Andy's hand and arm.
"Oh! So good, Andy….fuck!" Gaby said, her voice slightly muffled, from being face down in the pillow. Further hindering understanding was the fact her head was being pounded, face down, into the pillow with each thrust.
Andy said nothing, merely sliding the only digit on her right hand not currently inside Gabrielle, swinging it around the opening, capturing some of the heavy fluids oozing from the younger woman's core at this moment. The lubricated thumb moved towards Gaby's other opening, then with a complicated twisting motion of her right wrist, Andy's thumb was lined up on the exterior of Gaby's puckered little pink anus.
Andy rubbed the rugae that lined the entrance, watching the little spasms that would run through her love with each downward press, regardless of the fact the opening hadn't yet been entered.
"You're sure you want this?" Andy growled.
"Fuck eet all to 'ell, Andy? What zee fuck 'ave I been saying?" Gaby practically screamed.
She really was almost untenable when she was this aroused. It was becoming increasingly apparent to the older woman that it was best just to fuck her…quick and hard, as though to clear the erotic toxins that clearly rendered her brain useless as well as disengaged her from her manners, altogether.
"If you're sure, Gaby…" Andy pressed her thumb into Gaby's twitching and sensitive opening, causing a new round of bucking maneuvers from the girl's body, as well as fresh expletives to spill from her lips.
"Fuck..yes! Fuck…yes!" Gaby chanted loudly, in time with the pounding motions of Andy's arms and hands. "Yes..I'm so close…OH! Andy, FUCK!" Gaby looked as though she was having a near seizure, her body was bucking so hard. Her head writhed back and forth, her breaths coming in stilted moans, as she and a final tightening around Andy's insistent fingers, and gasped, "Mon point culminant ! Oh, fuck…fuck…yes! Je viens ... dur, Andy!"
When Gaby had finally climaxed 5 times in the span of fifteen minutes, Andy seemed satisfied., and let her be. She herself was so damned aroused, literally dripping, that Gaby merely had to insert her fingers in her for the first time and she came.
"Well, I'm easy…"Andy chuckled.
Gaby gave her only a melodramatic opening of one eye, keeping the other firmly closed, as she responded, "Pssht! Easy? YOU?" She put her finger in her mouth, taking a long savory taste of Andy's essence.
Licking her lips, she said, "I can most definitely assure you, Madame….you are anyzing but…easy."
Andy sat up, and gave her bed partner a sidelong glance as she allowed a dark chuckle to pass her lips. "And yet? Here you are…"
"Indeed."
Andy said up, and patted Gaby on the thigh. "Well, my beautiful pet, get changed quickly, and you may want to wipe the arousal that's running down your leg, off. We need to be in the apparition point in T minus 17 minutes."
"What?" Gaby said, incredulous. "17 minutes?"
Andy had already moved to the washroom. She poked her head out, clarifying. "Yep. Seventeen. She me what your made of, hot stuff. We can't be late."
Gaby ran down the stairs, furious collecting her clothes and such littered throughout the stairwell and entryway.
"Damn, damn, damn! Who only gives a Frenchwoman 17 minutes to gild ze lily?" She muttered to herself.
"I do!" Hollered Andy from the upstairs bathroom she was hurriedly freshening up in .
Gaby paused. "How ze fuck did she 'ear zat?"
Again, the upstairs voice pierced the air. "That's irrelevant, Gaby! Less muttering, more dressing, please."
XOXOXOXXOX
Miraculously, as well as the magic of actual magic, they cleaned up and gathered the necessary things, and made the apparition point with two whole minutes to spare.
Finally relaxing, while waiting for their time, Andy's eyes drifted over to the blonde.
"You and your damn flawless Veela genes…" Andy grinned, eyeing Gaby's surprisingly put-together outward appearance.
The younger witch merely raised her eyebrows.
"Really?" Gaby said. "I say…you and your damn flawless Black genes! And don't try to suck up to me now, Andromeda Black! We were 'ere a whole two minutes early! I could 'ave come at least one more time, Madame!" She actually foot-stomped, to emphasize her point. "What a waste of two minutes!" She finally declared.
Andy paused.
"Are you having a temper tantrum, Gabrielle?"
"Non!" She said, voice rising. "And besides…eet iz ze Black pot calling ze gorgeous Veela kettle…uh, Black! I see zat you're turning 'eads az well, Madame..." Her pout extending, she said, "Don't zink I 'aven't noticed, eizzer!"
Andy leaned in.
Smiling, she said, "You flatter me. But no. Every head is turning to look at my beautiful and morbidly younger date."
Gaby, suddenly sullen, shot out, "Ehh. I wouldn't worry. Zey probably zink…'ow charming! Look at that lovely mozzer and daughter getting along so famously!"
Andy's eyes burned with an indiscernible something, in that moment. Quickly leaning forward, she snapped her arms around Gaby. Gripping Gaby tightly by her ass, Andy pulled her flush against her body. She dove in towards Gaby's surprised face, and practically devoured Gaby's lips, as she claimed her mouth.
Gaby's thoughts went blank as Andy's tongue probed deep into the recesses of her mouth, swirling, establishing her dominant claim over the situation.
Pulling back, ending the passionate kiss, she gave Gaby's lower lip a final nip, for punctuation. She released Gaby, who looked understandably dazed as she pulled out of her arms.
"There." Andy said, looking smug. "Problem solved. That should… clear up any confusion."
She then busied herself with getting their papers ready for the apparition point, looking at their specific marker, and checking their paperwork again. Gaby watched her, smiling.
However, it was then that Gaby had a moment of sudden clarity, while Andy's intense gaze was off of her, momentarily.
That sudden and intense display of "ownership" just now…that passionate kiss?
It had been their first kiss-on the mouth-that Andy had given her, all afternoon.
The young Veela frowned, confused as to what that meant, exactly.
TBC.