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: Okay. NSFW, part deux. I can't say it any plainer than that. NOT SAFE FOR WORK.
Chapter 8. Truth or Dare
She was falling...drowning...losing herself.
And furthermore, Hermione Granger did not care she had lost any semblance of control.
This must mean what it felt like, to be alive. Alive... the sensation of her skin, pressing against the older woman. The woman who had laid her down, gently, onto her bed and spread her own body languidly across her, rendering her helpless to combat the feeling as her body trembled with the magnitude of what she was doing, and what she was going to give to the older woman.
She remembered every feel, every smell... It smelled like Vanilla and Juniper and just the essence of Fleur...it was intoxicating. Hermione she knew she was lost.
She had slept over with Fleur before, certainly, but never with the intent to make love to her.
Tonight, as she lay underneath Fleur, the older woman's lips crashing down hard, upon hers, there was no doubt whatsoever as to what would result from the events of this evening.
She would become Fleur Delacour's ...tonight.
Emphatically.
She didn't remember how exactly her robes had been removed from her body, or when Fleur had removed hers in kind; most of it was a blur in terms of actually getting to the bed. When time slowed to a screeching halt was the moment in which her naked skin touched that of her Veela lovers' body; the heavy desire shook Hermione to her core, it was so overwhelming.
She had never wanted something, so much; never felt so carnal, or desired something of the physical nature in her adult life.
Really, she had never wanted before...never, until Fleur.
"Ohhh, God...Fleur." She groaned, swallowing hard. She lay against her, and trembled, feeling Fleur's hand lightly trail down her body. The delicate hand started with her face, moving to her neck, then trailing down her chest; she stopped, deliberately at her right breast, and began to stroke it.
Hermione then became reduced to the simple gutteral sounds that Fleur could elicit from her.
Hermione's first sound was as she let out a gasp during Fleur's initial exploration: the French woman circled her nipple with her feather-light fingertips, causing her nipple to pebble into a hardened nub.
She next let out several small murmers of arousal and approval with the continued touches. Fleur gazed at her, deliberately, and then tweaked it, squeezing down hard; Hermione uttered a gasp of discomfort bordering on pain.
That protest was quickly replaced by a deep moan of pleasure, as Fleur's head dipped low, her warm mouth encircling the red nipple. The French witch laved her tongue across the base of it, circling, slowly...teasing...
"Mmmmm, 'ermione... your body responds so well, to me..."
Fleur palmed the other breast, kneading it, while centering her core directly over Hermione's increasingly moist sex; Fleur mouth, however, continued its ministrations, suckling on Hermione's nipple, which continued to harden as Fleur's mouth continued its assault. Fleur pressed her core against Hermione's, while keeping their bodies in that position long enough for Hermione to begin to sweat, overflowing with desire.
"Fleur, please..." She begged. She didn't know what she was begging for, exactly; she just knew she had to have "it". And she needed Fleur to give "it" to her.
Fleur popped her mouth off Hermione's left nipple, having switched, and looked up, with a lascivious grin.
"What, please, exactly, 'ermione?"
Hermione had been grinding her core into Fleur in frustration - needing contact, begging for more.
"Fl-Fleur-please! I beg you...I need..."
"You want me to deal wiz zis?" She said, emphatically, sliding her fingers through Hermione's swollen and moist folds, containing an obscene amount of wetness pooled at her opening. Hermione would have been embarrased if it wern't for the deliberate relish with which Fleur played with it, clearly enjoying it.
"You 'ave no idea, young lady, what a turn-on zis iz, for me..."
She ran her fingers back and forth across the surface, and Hermione's legs bucked in eager response.
"...zis, your response, to me...to us." She let out a small growl, from deep in her throat.
The Veela's eyes were black. Regarding her prey, below her, looking Hermione directly in her eyes, Fleur growled again. "So wet, 'ermione. You are so...very...wet..." she swiped her fingers through the moisture between Hermoine's center, undulating back and forth, until her fingers were saturated with the Gryffindor's arousal. She then brought the fingertips to her own mouth, her perfect ruby red lips.
Hermione let out a small murmer, as she watched the fingers travel to the perfect bow shaped lips, above her. Her eyes widened as she heard Fleur's brazen statment:
"But...I must taste...taste ze woman who 'as 'eld me captive, since I waz seventeen..."
Staring openly at Hermione, Fleur brought the fingertips to her mouth; Hermione gasped out loud as Fleur opened her own lips and she placed them on her tongue, and sucked the taste off her fingers, savoring Hermione.
Fleur hummed her approval, as her whole body trembled. "Merde! You taste...Donc bonne baise...."
She licked her fingers, and returned them to the mound between Hermione's legs. Fleur pressed down, gently, just enough to make her presence felt at Hermione's entrance.
"...soooo fucking good, ma belle." She collapsed into the chest of the woman below her, her arousal almost consuming her.
Hermione was gripping her, tightly, around her neck; arching into the woman, her body begging for release. The heat between their bodies was palpable, and they were both sweating. Hermione groaned, and widened her legs, underneath Fleur, as though to help propel Fleur's ministrations to what she needed.
"I know what you want..." Fleur growled, speaking directly into Hermione's chest, not meeting her eyes. She resumed the oscillation of her fingers, as they swiped back and forth across Hermione's opening.
"I know what you need, 'ermione..."
They exchanged a look.
"Will you let me give it, to you, ma petite chou? Will you let me love you?"
"Yes..." Hermione exhaled, breathlessly. "I think I may die soon, if you don't. Please, Fleur, please..."
The blonde arched a sculpted eyebrow. "Please?" She asked, as though the clarification was necessary.
"Yes, Please! Please, Fleur... Enter me! Take me! I, um, you... make love to me...make me yours! Really yours."
Fleur looked at her, pensively.
"Ma belle...if you did spend time with ze Veela, az you say, zen you know...or must suspect, anyway. I cannot enter into zis wiz you lightly, 'ermione. Zere is no 'middle ground' for us. We do it well, or not at all."
Hermione ran her hands through the blonde's hair, caressing it, while she gave Fleur a concerned look. "Meaning?"
Fleur cupped Hermione's face. "Touching you, it iz all I've ever wanted. But..." With a solemn reverence that belied their naked state, she continued, "I cannot do zis, wiz you, and walk away. So if we enter into zis, you must know what it meanz to me. "
Fleur cleared her throat. "I waz meant to love you, Hermione Jean Granger, and only you."
"How do you think that you can know that?"
Fleur's expression was almost grim. She closed her eyes, then spoke. "Because, 'ermione... you are my mate."
The Veela prepared herself for what she was sure to be the fallout; however, it never came. She opened her eyes slowly, and glanced at the naked woman lying underneath her. The smartest witch of her era merely looked back at Fleur, returning her gaze with a calm and steady look.
"Well, uh...I guessed as much, Fleur."
"You guessed? But 'ermione...Do you understand? I can never walk away." Fleur swallowed nervously.
"Good! I wouldn't ever want you to." Hermione said, calmly.
"You could leave, however..."
"No, I couldn't." She raised her hand to silence the Veela's protests. "I couldn't, because I would die just as much as you would, Fleur. Besides, its all irrelevant anyway, as it's inevitable."
Fleur cocked her eyebrow.
Hermione stared at her, incredulously. "Really? You've got to be kidding me!"
Fleur looked confused.
"Merlin's ass, Fleur! I am going to ask Apollene if we were switched at birth...really, Fleur? Have you not seen the yellow thread connecting us since we laid down in your bed earlier tonight?"
The look of shock that swept across Fleur's face was priceless. Her eyes traced the thin glowing thread that connected Hermione heart to her own. A dazed smile snuck across Fleur's face, and she flopped down, hugging Hermione, tightly.
She continued to grip her, as Hermione rubbed her back, comforting her, feeling the tiny sobs rack her body. "Fleur, darling..."
Fleur raised up, hovering over the younger professor again, interrupting. "Oh, ma belle...we 'ave bonded!" She wiped the tears from her eyes. "You ...love me, 'ermione!"
"Well, of course I do, silly! What do you think I'm doing here, naked on your bed, waiting for you to take me?"
Fleur licked her lips. "Zat doesn't necessarily mean love...doesn't mean bonding..."
It was Hermione's turn to look serious. "It does to me, Fleur. I wouldn't share myself, in this way, if it ...didn't."
Fleur nuzzled the side of her neck with her lips. "Zen let's get to it...let's continue to...share."
Hermione laughed, a teasing, happy laugh. "Oh, Fleur, you're impossible! You know that?" She stroked the back of her head, continuing to run her fingers through her soft blonde tresses.
The Golden Girl whispered into her ear, "But, Fleur, I know what this means. I know exactly what this means."
"...And that is?" Fleur murmured against her neck.
Hermione took a breath. "Fleur, please! You've all but dared me to not love you, since the minute we met!" She gripped Fleur's hair, tightly, and pulled her head up out of her neck. She forced the Veela to look at her, head up.
Hermione, having Fleur's undivided attention, spoke with conviction.
"I know what it means, for a Veela to bond with its mate, Fleur. I know the expectation, I know what it means for you. However, I want you to know that even though I'm not a Veela, I feel all those things just as deeply as you, Fleur...rest assured! What this means...is...well. It means that, after tonight, I'm yours, Fleur. And you're mine..."
Fleur nodded.
"...for good."
TBC.