Just One Night.
One-shot inspired by a lazy afternoon and one of the songs I have on repeat at the moment.
Oh, how you doing?
Am I intruding?
I got no patience
Just temptation
For you
- You & Me, Moss Kena & Miraa May
Hermione sighed and rested her face in her hands.
She usually loved work, diving deeply into complex problems. She had got a job at the Ministry right after completing her studies, climbing through the ranks quickly. She was now a mid-level manager in the Ministry's Department of Charms.
One of three managers at her level in the Department, Hermione had a small team that reported to her. She'd turned out to be a natural at management. Her bossiness and know-it-all nature lended itself easily to managing staff.
Not that she needed to. All of the staff that had ended up reporting to her were very capable. She was quite proud of her talented team, who were quickly gaining a reputation as being gifted within the Ministry.
It had all seemed so easy until a few months ago when she got her latest recruit.
Fleur Delacour, formerly Fleur Delacour-Weasley, had transferred over to the Department of Charms from Gringotts. Her divorce from Bill Weasley had inevitably caused some tensions between them in the workplace. They'd both pushed on for a while, neither wanting to be the one that gave up first and left. Eventually Fleur decided she wanted to branch out from Curses and into Charms, finally ending the stand-off between her and Bill.
Hermione, at first, was glad for a familiar face in the team. She had certainly never been close with Fleur, but she knew from the Triwizard Tournament and from the war that Fleur was exceptionally intelligent and talented. Not to mention the fantastic skills she was bringing over from her time as a Curse Breaker. Hermione was excited to have her as a member of the team.
However, as time wore on, Hermione began to develop an embarrassing problem.
She was attracted to Fleur Delacour.
At first it had simply been appreciating Fleur's enviable body in the form fitting pencil skirts she wore around the office. Then it was a few too-long gazes at the part-Veela's luscious looking platinum-blonde hair. It looked like liquid silk and Hermione's hands itched for the chance to run her fingers through it.
Then Hermione found herself calling on Fleur more frequently than others in team meetings, loving the French accent that coloured her gentle voice.
The most ludicrous part of it all was that Fleur had done absolutely nothing to encourage Hermione's attraction. She treated Hermione like she treated everyone: with practised indifference and sometimes-icy politeness.
To Hermione's absolute distress, Fleur's indifference just made her more attractive to the young brunette prodigy.
It was fast becoming an issue for Hermione.
Before, she could easily spend hours poring over studies and resources in her office. Now, her famous attention-span was thwarted. Her afternoons flipping through materials in her office were now frequently punctuated with increasingly graphic images of taking Fleur in various ways.
It was unprofessional.
It was immoral.
Hermione was her boss, for Pete's sake. If she ever even slightly acted on her desires, she would be slapped with an HR action so fast she may as well kiss goodbye to her career in the Ministry.
Not to mention the fact that Hermione had, until recently, been in a relationship with Ron Weasley. Fleur had been married to Bill until just over a year ago. That practically made them sisters-in-law!
Hermione bit her lip, trying to quell alluring thoughts of the blonde in her mind. She was a Gryffindor for life. She was supposed to be heroic and honourable.
It wasn't very honourable to be lusting after your own employee.
There was a quiet but insistent knock at the door which snapped Hermione out of admonishing herself.
"Come in," Hermione called out.
It seemed like the Fates were punishing Hermione, as Fleur Delacour herself entered the office, shutting the door behind her.
She was wearing a dress today. Very professional, of course, but still form-fitting. Hermione tried not to let her eyes linger too long on Fleur's body. Instead, she forced herself to focus on the blonde's pretty face.
Fleur looked impassive as always, gliding across the room elegantly before sitting in the chair on the other side of Hermione's desk.
She sat there patiently, not even saying a word.
"Er… Can I help you?" Hermione asked, quirking an eyebrow.
Fleur sighed, seeming mildly irritated. Hermione briefly wondered how someone could look so sexy even when they were annoyed.
"You asked me to come to your office this afternoon," Fleur reminded Hermione, "You said you wanted to discuss in more detail the current regulations on Charms."
Oh… That was right.
Hermione, in a moment of weakness, had blurted the request to Fleur the previous day. Fleur had been leaning on a windowsill in the common area of the Charms Department. The way the sun had been falling on her hair had made it shimmer with the curious silvery quality it had. Her long dark eyelashes had been struggling not to flicker shut as she lazed in the sun on her break. Hermione had been so entranced she hadn't been able to resist.
Now, of course, Hermione was inwardly cursing her moment of weakness. She had nothing to say on the subject of Charm regulation. It had been a weak ploy to create an interaction between them.
Fleur seemed to be growing more impatient the longer the silence extended between them. Hermione tried to push her brain into thinking of something on the spot. She loathed the thought of Fleur coming to think she wasn't good at her job.
"Ah, right," Hermione scrambled, "I think we should do a full review of all the current regulations."
'Probably due for one anyway…' Hermione reasoned.
"Really?" Fleur asked, arching her eyebrow. She seemed interested.
"Er, yes," Hermione said, scribbling on a piece of paper to look more organised, "I wanted to know your thoughts on whether that was a good idea or not."
She wasn't even writing actual words, just scrawling nonsensical scribbles. She hoped Fleur wasn't close enough to see her paper.
"Well…" Fleur was thoughtful, cocking her head to one side adorably, "It is probably overdue, non?"
Gods she looked beautiful.
'No… beyond inappropriate, Hermione' Hermione inwardly berated herself.
Unbidden, Hermione's mind rebelled, conjuring up an image of Fleur bent over the desk in front of Hermione. Hermione's hands running up those toned thighs…
"It is overdue!" Hermione exclaimed, a little too enthusiastically.
She was developing a newfound sympathy for the idiotic way Ron had always behaved around Fleur. It suddenly seemed so difficult to keep her mind on the task.
"Right, well," Fleur stood up from her seat, regal as always.
Hermione was inwardly disappointed that the meeting was cut short, as poorly advised as it was.
"Yes, well," Hermione said awkwardly, unable to think of a reason to prolong the discussion anymore.
Fleur nodded politely before walking to the door. Hermione, hating herself for doing it, found her eyes wandering down Fleur's back to watch her shapely backside sway as she walked. The woman's body was a pure magical miracle.
Fleur turned abruptly as she reached the door.
Hermione, blushing lightly, snapped her gaze North again, meeting Fleur's intense gaze. Hermione struggled not to let her face betray her guilt. She wondered if Fleur had caught her staring, but as usual, Fleur's face was entirely unreadable.
"Are you coming to work drinks tonight?" Fleur asked.
Hermione was surprised. It wasn't like Fleur to make small-talk.
"Er, I don't usually," Hermione answered, trying to seek out some kind of motive behind Fleur's out of character conversation. Fleur's expression remained maddeningly incomprehensible.
"Oui, but this one is to celebrate ending that big project," Fleur reminded, "You must come. Everyone is coming."
Hermione felt herself almost melt at Fleur demanding she come along. Which in turn made her inwardly berate herself further. She was walking a dangerous line here already.
"I'm the manager," Hermione replied, "It would hardly be appropriate."
Fleur flashed a sudden, rare smile.
Hermione felt her insides instantly turn to mush.
"It is a time for letting off steam at the end of a trying project," Fleur said, her delectable French accent like music in Hermione's ears, "Not a time to fret about what is appropriate."
"Well… Maybe, then," Hermione replied. Her mind was whirling into hyper-drive now. She crossed her legs tightly, trying not to let her desire for the blonde pull any further out of her control.
"Bon," Fleur replied, flashing that rare smile again, "See you tonight."
Fleur swept out of the room, politely shutting the door behind her.
Hermione sighed and fell limply against her desk chair. She was in the sweetest of tortures. She wished desperately that she could be lusting after somebody, anybody else.
She could still smell the ghost of Fleur's perfume in the air; vanilla and lilies. The smell of it made her think of Fleur's skin bare before her. Her arousal spiked yet again.
'Godammit,' Hermione cursed to herself, 'Fleur has me feeling like a teenage boy.'
She wanted desperately to slip her hands down the front of her pants to allow herself some semblance of relief. It would be so easy. Her office had no windows and all the staff knew to knock. A short few movements of her fingers and she could be released from her desires for a while. At least long enough to finish the afternoon's readings without intruding thoughts.
Yet the thought of masturbating in her office made her feel even more seedy. Hermione gritted her teeth, deciding to ride out her frustrations yet again. It was her own stupid fault for hiring someone as impossibly attractive as Fleur.
She should have known she would be attracted to her. She had always found Fleur just a little too annoying as a teen. It was a schoolyard cliché, acting out against the student you ended up being attracted to.
Now of course, it all made sense. She had always appreciated Fleur's beauty just a little too much compared to other women.
If only she had realised it before she had condemned herself to work in close quarters with the woman. It had made her once dreamy workplace like a personalised hell. Aching for someone right in front of her. Someone that would be beyond inappropriate to flirt with. That almost certainly wouldn't reciprocate her feelings.
Of course, maybe it was just a sense of wanting what she couldn't have?
Not that that made it any easier. Hermione couldn't have Fleur regardless.
Hermione somehow found a way through the afternoon of work. She stayed late to catch up on all the reading she hadn't done due to the constant interruptions of her restless mind. It was becoming too-frequent a habit.
Nowadays, wasting so much time daydreaming about Fleur, Hermione was finding herself working until well after dinnertime most evenings.
Tonight was no different, despite it being a Friday.
Hermione stretched as she finally got up from her desk, at last satisfied with the amount of work she had done. She checked her wristwatch. Nine in the evening already. Blimey.
Hermione wondered what she would do with her evening. Perhaps pick up some takeaways on her way home? Or make a nice homemade meal and listen to her new Weird Sisters record?
A crafty little thought weaselled its way into her mind.
Her team were having those drinks tonight. The bar they were having them at wasn't even that far away. Fleur had practically demanded she go.
Hermione wondered what Fleur would be wearing. She bet that Fleur looked beyond hot when not in her formal work-wear.
Memories of devastatingly sexy dresses Fleur had worn to various Weasley occasions over the years bombarded Hermione's thoughts.
'It wouldn't hurt just to stop past and say hi to the team…' Hermione thought, her resolve already weakening.
Hermione smoothed down her button-up shirt. She was dressed in a plain white button up shirt and forest-green form fitting pants. She wore polished black brogues on her feet. She usually preferred to dress in this semi-formal attire for work.
Hermione, strategically not giving herself time to talk herself out of it, swept out the door and to the bar.
It was a short walk. Hermione really didn't have time to talk herself out of anything in that time.
As she stepped in the door, she immediately spotted her team. They were already looking quite jovial and had snagged their own standing table near the back of the bar. Hermione walked towards them, her eyes already seeking out platinum-blonde.
As she reached the table, she spotted Fleur.
Fleur was dressed in a way Hermione had never seen before: casual. She was wearing a short denim skirt and a plain white tee. She was even wearing sneakers. Hermione couldn't believe it. When not wearing her heels, the petite blonde was actually slightly shorter than Hermione.
It made Hermione warm inwardly at the thought of wrapping the Frenchwoman up protectively in her arms.
Her employees lit up when they saw her, having never been able to convince Hermione in the past to join their drinks. Hermione suddenly found a large foaming pint thrust in her hands and several tipsy employees loudly telling her what she had missed so far.
Hermione was touched by how excited her staff were to have her there. She decided she may as well stay for a little bit.
Hermione sipped at her pint, socialising with her staff. The further she got through her beer, the less she could halt her eyes from seeking out the blonde in the small group.
To Hermione's delight, as she started on her second pint, Fleur herself approached her to make conversation. Tonight would go down as a highlight for Hermione for sure.
"I wasn't sure you were going to come," Fleur said, offering a lukewarm smile.
"Well, I thought I might change it up for once," Hermione replied.
"Hmm, you are full of surprises, Hermione," Fleur smiled, sipping at her glass of wine.
Hermione swooned at the way Fleur said her name, her French accent making it sound almost musical.
"Want to dance?" one of their colleagues shouted to the group. The suggestion was met with excited whoops and agreement.
Hermione drained another beer, suddenly feeling a little more courageous about dancing in front of her employees.
She followed the group as they all headed out to the dance floor. The music was thumping and the crowd was growing as the night progressed. Hermione found herself letting loose for the first time in a long time (maybe even ever!)
She moved her body to the heavy bass of the music as the crowd became more cramped on the dancefloor. As always, her eyes kept seeking out Fleur in the crowd. She couldn't help but ensure she was dancing closest to Fleur out of everyone.
The blonde had a hypnotic way of dancing. So sensual, so intoxicating. Hermione couldn't take her eyes off her.
As the crowd jostled, Hermione found herself shunted forward, accidentally bumping into the blonde.
To her surprise, Fleur didn't move away, instead dancing against Hermione. Hermione swallowed heavily, locking eyes with the blonde. Fleur's face was unreadable as always as she danced close up against Hermione.
Hermione felt her heart leap as Fleur's hips brushed against her own.
She wasn't sure she could be tortured further by her attraction to Fleur, but it appeared she could.
The crowd jostled even more as the dancefloor filled up some more. Fleur was pushed flush up against Hermione by someone shoving past behind her. Hermione had all but lost sight of their other coworkers now.
Fleur's body was even more divine pressed against her own. Hermione was struggling not to let out a moan of appreciation. Fleur kept dancing with her, resting her arms over Hermione's shoulders.
Hermione felt her already pitiful resolve weaken.
Fleur's eyes were so deeply blue. She was so painfully beautiful. The way she was dancing with Hermione was incredibly overwhelming.
Hermione found her hands creeping to Fleur's hips, as if they had a mind of their own. She clasped Fleur's hips, tugging at them to keep the blonde close to her.
Their bodies began to move in union with each other. Hermione suddenly understood all the comparisons between dancing and making love. Her pulse was absolutely racing.
Hermione wondered if she had already crossed a line, dancing so intimately with Fleur.
If she had crossed a line… Even a little… Surely it didn't matter if she crossed it a little further…
Allowing herself to sin just this once, Hermione let her hands slide over to grab Fleur's ass. It felt as amazing as it looked, and Hermione squeezed it with appreciation.
Fleur's eyes widened slightly with surprise, bringing Hermione sharply to her senses.
She removed her hands as if she had been burned, blushing deeply.
"I am so, so, sorry!" Hermione shouted into Fleur's ear to be heard above the music.
Fleur leaned in to reply, her lips brushing against Hermione's ear.
Hermione felt like she might be sick.
"Don't be," Fleur responded.
Hermione wondered if she had misheard her. Surely.
But Fleur looped her arms even tighter around Hermione's neck, resuming her dancing with her. Hermione blushed as Fleur's dancing became even more sensuous.
'I've been so well behaved for so long… I've never cheated on a test… Never broken the rules unless I had a very good reason… Maybe letting myself indulge for just one night wouldn't be so bad…' Hermione thought to herself.
She let her hands return to Fleur's hips before, boldly, Fleur's ass.
She felt terribly like she was walking on a tightrope with the whole situation, but it felt so good she couldn't stop.
She leaned in daringly, seeing if Fleur would back away.
Fleur didn't, instead watching her with an intensity that drove Hermione wild. Hermione edged closer, their faces almost touching.
'This is it, if I cross this line there is no going back… ever,' Hermione thought to herself, taking in the enormity of what she was risking.
Again, she considered the fact she had led a well behaved life up until now. Surely everyone was allowed at least one transgression?
Hermione brushed her lips gently against Fleur's. Her plump lips were impossibly soft. Hermione sighed and let her eyes flutter shut, savouring a taste of what she had longed for. Her stomach flipped as she felt Fleur begin to kiss her back.
'Hermione… She's your employee…' Hermione suddenly came to her senses and wrenched herself back. This was definitely too far.
Fleur seemed surprised again, this time that Hermione had stopped.
Hermione, in blind panic, pushed through the crowd, hurrying to the bathrooms of the bar. She was relieved that the bathrooms were empty.
Hermione leaned against a sink, staring at herself in the mirror.
Her face was pale, framed by her brunette curls. She looked startled at her own actions.
Hermione sighed, turning around and stepping into a stall. As she went to shut the door, someone entered the stall after her.
"Fleur?" Hermione asked, surprised.
The blonde closed the door behind them, locking it carefully.
"Do you want to talk about what just happened?" Fleur asked, "You seemed a little… Startled."
"You're my employee," Hermione replied, her voice unsteady, "It's wrong."
Fleur suddenly leapt forward, hooking her hands behind Hermione's neck and pulling her in for a searing kiss. It was everything Hermione had fantasised about and more. Fleur's body moved flush against hers and she felt herself grow wet.
Fleur's tongue slipped into her mouth, even more soft and sensual than Hermione had imagined.
The steamy kiss finally broke.
Hermione was panting, unbelievably worked up now.
"We shouldn't," Hermione said, her voice rough with arousal.
"Maybe not," Fleur shrugged, "But what's one night?"
That was all the encouragement Hermione needed, her frayed resolve snapping instantly. She scooped Fleur into her arms, slamming her against the wall of the small cubicle.
Their lips met in another passionate kiss. This time Hermione slipped her tongue into Fleur's mouth.
Hermione let her hands squeeze Fleur's breasts, roam down her toned stomach, before reaching around to grab Fleur's fantastic ass again.
She kept one hand on Fleur's backside as the other wandered down a toned thigh.
Hermione was in heaven. Never in a million years had she ever thought all her frustrated pining would lead to having her way with Fleur Delacour in a bathroom stall. It was steamy, it was wrong, but it was hot.
Hermione moaned as she slid her hand up the inside of Fleur's thigh, growing ever more aroused as Fleur whimpered into her mouth.
She hadn't thought it was possible to make such a proud and icy woman whimper with desire.
Hermione let her hand creep further upwards.
Monday would be beyond awkward. Hermione was sure she was creating an impossibly awkward work situation for herself. Yet she couldn't stop.
Her hand reached lacy panties, shifting them to one side to gain entrance.
Hermione thrust her fingers into Fleur, delirious at the sensation of finally entering the Frenchwoman. Fleur let out a loud moan, muffled by Hermione's mouth. Hermione continued to kiss the life out of her as she fucked her soundly.
It all seemed very clandestine for Hermione, shagging someone who was once practically her sister-in-law against the wall of a bathroom stall. Yet she knew already it would go down as one of her top sexual encounters.
Hermione felt herself soar as she brought Fleur to climax, watching as the blonde came undone in her arms. Fleur was trying desperately to keep quiet, biting down on her own fist. Her long dark eyelashes had fluttered shut and her chest was heaving. Hermione was unsure she had ever seen anything quite as beautiful in her life.
Fleur finally sank into Hermione's arms, spent after her orgasm. Hermione kissed her sweetly on the cheek as she removed her hand from underneath the blonde's skirt. She was spellbound.
Hermione was panting too, overwhelmed at the situation. She released Fleur from her arms, backing up and leaning against the opposite wall of the small stall.
Fleur's face was flushed and her hair tousled. Her lipstick was ever so slightly smudged. Hermione hadn't ever seen her look so unedited.
She marvelled at her conquest; Fleur Delacour.
Never in a million years had Hermione thought a bookworm like her would ever shag a woman like Fleur. Not that she had ever anticipated shagging women.
Fleur's face was no longer impassive. She was looking at Hermione. If Hermione was a cocky woman, she could almost think Fleur was transfixed with her.
Fleur stepped forward slowly, her hands coming to play at Hermione's waistband.
"That was magnifique," Fleur murmured quietly.
"We probably shouldn't have done that," Hermione replied, rubbing the back of her neck.
"Then I probably shouldn't do this either," Fleur replied, swiftly unbuttoning Hermione's pants.
Hermione tried to reply but the words stuck in her throat.
Fleur slowly unzipped her fly.
Hermione was almost felt almost delirious with the rush of what was happening. Surely what she thought was happening wasn't actually happening?!
Fleur slowly got to her knees before Hermione, pulling Hermione's pants and underwear down.
Hermione was a little embarrassed. No doubt Fleur would be able to smell her arousal for her.
The brunette glanced down and any embarrassment flew out of her mid at the sight of the blonde kneeling in front of her. Fleur was looking at her so hungrily Hermione thought she might pass out.
'This is so against the rules, Hermione,' Hermione thought to herself wildly, 'Letting an employee get on their knees and give you oral is most definitely against all kinds of management rules.'
But as Fleur nestled her face into her sex and began her first long lick, Hermione found that even rules were flying out of her mind.
Hermione tangled a hand into Fleur's hair and used the other one to steady herself against the wall. Her knees were already weak.
Fleur's tongue slid through her folds with such practice, Hermione was beginning to suspect Fleur wasn't the straightest arrow in the quiver.
Fleur quickly found her clit, circling it so skilfully that soon Hermione was the one biting down on her first to stop herself from crying out.
She risked a glance down, finding herself boosted even higher at the sheer image of Fleur's pretty face between her legs.
Hermione moaned Fleur's name, no longer caring how wrong the situation was.
Fleur's skilful licks brought her to a climax in no time, Hermione shuddering hard and trying her best to stifle her cries.
As she fell back against the wall bonelessly, Fleur got to her feet. The blonde wiped her mouth daintily, smiling puckishly.
"I had always wondered what that would be like," Fleur commented.
Hermione pulled her underwear and pants up, fumbling to do up her fly.
"Really?!" Hermione was surprised.
"Really," Fleur responded.
Hermione pondered that for a moment. She supposed Fleur was so impossible to read it made sense she would never have guessed.
Fleur stepped into Hermione's personal space again, resting her hands on the brunette's shoulders.
Hermione smiled.
She supposed if she was going to break the rules, she may as well make an evening out of it.