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 - this is me, after all. Kinks include lactation and quasi-beastiality? (If you consider Fleur's Veela a beast, I suppose).
Chapter 12. True Lies.
Hermione had some rare free time, a speck of a moment between her third and fourth teaching periods. As she typically did, in these moments when the demands of her job, her public fan base, or some eager student wasn't taking advantage of her office hours, Professor Delacour-Granger would attempt another iteration of her experiment. The Professor was growing increasingly frustrated as the days wore on; it was in one of these moments that her mate found her.
"Salut, Madame Delacour – Granger! What iz such a beautiful woman doing wiz such a stern frown upon her gorgeous visage?"
Hermione looked up, barely registering a forced smile. "Oh, hello, Bae!"She said, frustrated. "It's good to see you, actually. I'm getting very frustrated... I could use a study break." She sighed.
"Dites que ce n'est pas vrai! Ze great 'ermione Granger, ze brightest wizard of ze times, requires a... mental break? Mon Dieu! What haz ze world come to?" Fleur said, mirth clearly registering in her blue eyes.
Hermione gave her a death glare. "Oh, Hardiee Har Har, funny French lady! Look, I wouldn't be so lassiez-faire, if I were you...you know what's riding on this succeeding!"
Fleur looked at her, reflectively. "Oui, I do. But I say now what I 'ave always said, 'ermione: at ze end of ze day, it dozzent matter. Ze Delacour family will always 'ave influence. Who cares if I don't 'ave ze title?"
"I do!" Hermione shouted, looking at Fleur, furiously.
"Zen you are ze only one in zis room zat does."
Hermione closed her eyes, trying to calm herself, and rubbed her temples. "Fleur..." She said, trying to calm herself.
Eyes closed, she heard her spouse walk closer towards her. Then there was a sudden weight on her lap, and she felt herself being moved in her chair away from her desk. She opened her eyes, to see her smirking mate taking residence on her lap.
"What are you doing, Fleur?"
"I zought zat waz obvious, non?" Fleur's voice no longer sounded like her own. She leaned in, smelling Hermione, deeply, and groaning. Sitting upright again, The blonde former curse-breaker turned quickly, and over her shoulder, fired a series of spells to ward off Hermione's office. They were shot, in rapid-fire succession, but she was fairly certain she heard at least one Muffallato.
"Fleur..."
The Beauxbaton's eyes were dark, her expression feral. "I can smell you, 'ermione...it makes me 'ungary. So 'ungary...I need you to provide me somezing, Mate, somezing from you."
Her hand quickly went to the bottom of her Academic robe, untying them, and pulling them above the brunette's head. Before Hermione could even formulate a response, she felt Fleur's hands stroking her body, sliding around the back, and undoing her bra clasp. She had pulled Hermione's bra off before she had even realized it, and hovered over her, nostrils flaring.
She threw the bra on the floor. She then set in on Hermione's neck.
"Fleur..." She gasped, as she felt the skilled tongue run down the right side of her neck, interspersed with tiny nips, as the rabid blonde began biting her neck with teeth that were elongating, slightly.
She shivered, the desire to please her mate overwhelming her...
The blonde's bites were becoming harder, and she began to suck Hermione's neck. Fleur was breathing heavily, her body unusually warm. "Oh, 'ermione...Vous avez créé un encore plus gros monster..." she whispered, reverently, as her lips slid down past her shoulders, towards her sternum. She could feel Fleur's hot breaths, as she kissed her skin, desperately.
Fleur's hand stopped gently stroking her, as she grabbed Hermione's right breast, cupping it firmly. With her other, she pushed the younger woman backwards, to recline slightly in her chair. Straddling Hermione, Fleur looked down on her, intently, as she continued to massage and knead her right breast purposefully. Hermione could feel her center heat, just with the Veela's look alone.
She watched Fleur's eyes turn yet again from their smokey black, to red...
"What 'ave you done to me, 'ermione?"
"I...I don't ... I don't know what you mean, Fleur" She stammered nervously, trying to focus.
She winced, slightly, as Fleur's grip tightened unexpectedly on her breast. She released it, then cupped it again, kneading it towards the center, where Hermione's nipple had become taut. Fleur squeezed, until a few beads of milk appeared on the surface.
"Really? You've ... no idea? No idea, at all?" She posed, her voice a low growl. Hermione tried to answer, but her eyes closed when she felt Fleur's head lower to her right nipple, her red rough tongue swiping off the beads of milk from the surface of her nipple.
Fleur let out a small moan at the taste.
"I crave you, 'ermione...I crave zis." Fleur's unoccupied other hand began ministering Hermione's left breast, squeezing the nipple to a hardened nub, then expressing a few drops from each nipple, which she started wantonly at, before looking at Hermione directly. "Did you know, 'ermione? Did you know you would make an addict out of me? Turn me into someone so...desperate?"
Her tongue darted out between her swollen red lips, and swiped the beads off both nipples, causing Hermione to gasp.
"Oh, fuck! Fleur, please...don't tease me..." Hermione uttered, her chest bowing towards the blonde.
With a near snarl, Fleur's hand firmly encased Hermione's right breast. She made no move to relieve the witch underneath her.
"Fleur! I'm begging you...I need you! I need your mouth, on me...please!" Her right hand was gripping her armrest so hard, her knuckles were white. Her left hand flew up, in a desperate bid to grasp the Platinum Blonde hair, trying to force her head down where she needed it.
Fleur bucked. "Non!" She thrust her pelvis into Hermione's core. "Tell me...did you know zis would happen? I cannot function, 'ermione...do you know 'ow often I crave your taste throughout ze day? 'ow much I cannot stand ze taste of anyzing, ozzer zan la lait of my mate? Everyzing else, makes me nauseous, 'ermione...did you know zat?"
She glared at Hermione, darkly.
"My mind, my body...it rejects everyzing else. Ze only zing I can stand to taste, anymore, is...you."
Fleur plunged downward, her mouth affixing to to the erect nipple. She firmly held Hermione's breast, as her mouth began to demandingly suck, hard, at her mate. She milked and kneaded the breast, simultaneously, to stimulate and expedite the let-down of Hermione's breast milk.
Fleur was past the point of waiting. She was primal; she was animalistic; and she wanted what she wanted. Her mate. Fleur nursed, impatiently, upon the trembling woman's nipple. Hermione was panting; she could feel the beginning of the rush.
When it hit, it hit, hard.
"Oh, fuck, Fleur! Yes!...just like that...suck me...Ohhh!" She threw her head backwards, an intoxicated gasp escaping the Golden Girl's mouth, when her milk flowed into Fleur's waiting mouth.
She could hear Fleur's desperate gulping noises, as she swallowed. She pressed their centers together, rubbing their clits together, as Fleur's mouth continued its ministrative demands on her nipple.
"Fuck, yes, fuck..." Hermione groaned. It was so good. It was so much, so intense...and as Fleur switched to the other side, having fully emptied her right breast, she felt like she might pass out. Her eyes shot backwards, as she felt the warm lips encircle her left nipple, and she groaned again. Fleur continued suck her nipple above while grinding their fully-clothed centers together, with maximum friction, below. Hermione didn't care, just as long as those needy lips didn't stop what they were doing...didn't stop sucking her...drinking her...
Fleur nursed her so hard, in fact, that It barely registered to Hermione when she hit the climax of her orgasam, down below.
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"Hermione, you look like utter shit!"
"And it's nice to see you too, Harry. Remind me why I do this with you?"
The two Gryffindors regarded each other, as they prepared to order dinner at the Three Broomsticks. Once a month, the best friends would escape their respective significant others, and go out together, just the two of them. After all they'd been through, they weren't going to lose each other out of the inerta of a busy life, either one of them.
"Because I'm your brother, practically, and you love me."
She rolled her eyes, theatrically, and took a drink of her butter beer. "So you tell me."
They both chuckled.
Harry's eyes, however, didn't hold humor in them. They held concern. "Hermione, uh...for real. What's going on? Things okay with you and Fleur?"
"Of course!" She said, defensively. Just the mention of the witch's name, these days, cause her nipples to tingle. She huffed. "It is an adjustment, of course, to being with someone that has such a primal side..."
The reminder of her mate caused Hermione's nipples to chafe, in addition to tingle. Frankly, they were absolutely raw. Fleur's consuming desire had resulted in near round the clock feedings lately. Frankly, it was becoming an addiction, and required constant attention. Neither of them were sleeping much anymore. Hermione's breasts were constantly chapped, as well as painfully engorged from the sheer frequency of Fleur's attention; worse, she often walked with some difficulty due to the soreness between her legs from Fleur's carnal actions, down below, that would result afterwards.
But she was just as sick as Fleur, and needed it just as much, perhaps more.
"You're not being put in a situation that you might feel is compromising, are you, Hermione?" He said, gently.
"No! I promise. It's mutual insanity, I think." She grinned, wanly. "I'm just getting use to actually having a sex drive. Its taken some adjustment."
He laughed. "Anything else?"
"Oh, you know me, I'm just trying to do to Goddamn much in a day, and such. I'm struggling with a complicated problem requiring a complex solution, and its taking me a long time to figure it out. I've been working on the same problem for four months, and nothing!"
"Woah..." He said, reverently. "Well, want to run it by me? Sometimes just the process of explaining it to someone else..."
Hermione was silent, clearly debating internally. She was relieved that despite the fact the place was getting more crowded, people gave them a wide berth, respecting their privacy. That, and the heavy hand of Rosemerta, gave the two a chance to commiserate.
"Well, let's say, Harry...if you had this friend, who wanted to get pregnant...and she could, but it was complicated..."
He kept his face neutral. "Complicated by...?" He looked around, then lowered his voice to a whisper, his eyes peering over his spectacles. "Complicated by the fact there was... no sperm?"
Hermione openly laughed, a bitter laugh. Harsher than she intended, she said, "Oh, no, there's sperm! There's lots and lots of sperm! It's just of a different species..."
"Oh!" He said, eyes widening. "How many times have you - I mean, your friend...how many times has she tried?"
Hermione looked at him, startled. "Er...zero, actually."
"Well. I imagine that's your first problem, Hermione, then..." He smiled.
She swirled her butter beer, staring into her glass. "Well, we won't exactly be doing in vivo experiments, Harry."
"I don't know what that means, but...why not?"
Her brown eyes looked at him plaintively. She looked around, to ensure no one was eavesdropping on their conversation. "Because she's huge, Harry. Huge! I mean, like gigantisaurous huge... I'd die!"
He didn't say anything, but soon started to laugh, for a good five minutes. Tears falling from his eyes, he looked at the frustrated glare of his best friend. "Bloody hell, that's awesome! The most desired woman in England, your wife...is packing heat! Oh Merlin, that's fucking awesome!"
Hermione only glared.
"She's not...her Veela is."
"Ah." He sucked in his breath. "Well...hm. That is complicated, Hermione."
"Tell me about it!" She said, glumly.
They ate their hors-de-ouvres, silently. Harry mulled over this new development, thinking. Hermione looked tired, and uncomfortable. Finally, he leaned forward and said, "You know what, Hermione?"
"What?"
"I think...well, I think you're doing your typical overthinking."
"Huh?"
"I think that you should just...go for it."
"What?"
He nodded, firmly. "I bet you've been doing your typical battle planning. Planning for every contingency, even doing test experiments or dress rehearsals, right?"
He didn't need an answer - her blush was answer enough.
"Look," He said, gently, as he grabbed her wrist. "Just...try. Fleur loves you more than life itself! She adores you. She would never, never in a million years hurt you. And I'm sure her Veela is equally protective."
"Worse, actually."
"See? There you go. What's it going to hurt you to try? Remember, with every great discovery, there is a little luck and unknown. You can't plan for everything, Granger. You of all people should know that...have I taught you nothing? And, furthermore...oh, bloody hell!" He said, looking at his watch piece.
They stood, realizing the late hour, and they hugged, preparing to go their separate ways.
As they parted, Harry whispered in her ear. "By the way...not that I'm bragging, but Gin says I'm... freakishly endowed. Go to the Wizard apothecary down the road here," he pointed down the alley, " and ask for 'Madame Jacquiline's Love Balm Elixer'...it's a lubricant that you'll thank me for, later. Gin swears by it!"
He winked, and apparated away.
Looking around, a very red Hermione Granger-Delacour started off, in the direction of Harry's Apocathary shop.
TBC.