A/N: Remember you can always find me and see even more of my content, and see it earlier than anywhere else, over by a certain site that rhymes with Rate On, or a site known for its rather questionable questing practices, under the same name, or at the blue bird place~
Hermione loved learning. She really did, loved learning more than almost anything else in life. Was it such a wonder, that she loved the magic world, where there was something new to learn, something new to explore, every single day?
Well, there were things she'd rather be... different. In particular, she wished that marriage culture was different. After her relationship with Ron fizzled out as a result of their entirely too different interests and approaches to life, getting a divorce was a major pain - and it forced both of them to go through a long, convoluted and at times annoying process. Even though both of them agreed that the divorce was for the best, it was a pain in the butt to actually get divorced. Even worse was to learn that if either partner didn't want a divorce, there was no actual means to force the issue!
Something to keep in the back of her mind when she thought of changes she might implement as minister, some day.
That said, it didn't dull her enjoyment of parties any, and she was currently in a hotel room, shared with Fleur Delacour, because Molly Weasley was still a stickler for propriety and wouldn't even allow her married oldest son to share a room with his married wife, in fear of inappropriate things happening, or so she claimed. Three people to a room meant that in the tropical paradise chosen as the venue for Harry and Ginny's wedding, Hermione, Luna and Fleur were sharing a room.
Luna was off elsewhere, already ready for Ginny's private party, her last day of 'freedom' and just hanging out with the bride to be, so it was just Hermione and Fleur, doing their makeup together.
Fleur was painting her lips with ruby red lipstick, while Hermione had gone for rather subdued and understated makeup, just powdering away some of her skin imperfections and putting her lashes into proper form. Not much, but just enough - long gone were the days when Hermione was self conscious and unaware that the difference between plain and pretty was a brush.
"You've been to these before, right?" Hermione asked. "You weren't at mine, but then, we just watched movies and ate ice cream, Ginny's going to take us to a strip club."
Indeed. Unsurprisingly, the common wedding location had tons of stuff meant to be enjoyed before said wedding. Who'd figure. Well, they were probably just part of a very active night life in the city, but still...
"Actually," Fleur's accent was much less pronounced than it once was, only slightly stilted and awkward english at times these days, "I 'ave not," she said. "I do not 'ave so many female friends."
Hermione frowned. "Veela?"
"Veela," Fleur agreed. "I mean, I used to be a rig' terror," she said with a chuckle. "I used to, ah, how you say, get back at girls by stealing their men," she said, shrugging. "Just to prove I could."
Rolling her eyes, Hermione sighed. "I can't imagine that had anything to do with you being a Veela, I'm pretty sure Lavender does the same and she's just human."
Fleur giggled. "I 'ardly ever needed anything but this," Fleur said, gesturing at her body, covered only by a slightly translucent white gown.
Hermione laughed. "Anyway, I'm not really... well, I've been to strip clubs before," when she needed some cheering up and a few one night stands during the rockiest part of the after divorce proceedings, "It's not really my scene."
"Not mine eizer," she muttered. "If I wanted men, I'd go find my husband," she sighed.
"Some are not so lucky, I suppose," Hermione said.
"Luna is married, and Ginny has a wonderful boyfriend," Fleur hummed. "If z-they wanted men... zose would be easily accessible, no?"
Hermione shrugged. Hell, she would probably go for a romp with Ron rather than go for a stranger. Their divorce notwithstanding, they both still thought the other attractive, after all. "Well, I mean... What else are they going to do?"
"Explore themselves? Try something new?" Fleur asked. "Have... unusual, new experiences, maybe!"
"Experiment?" Hermione asked. "Experiment how? I guess they could do things with those men that they couldn't do with their husbands, but..."
"Experiment with women, of course," Fleur said. "I feel every girl, should, ah, try it at least the once," she hummed.
Hermione's face was red. "W-What, no, but- we're straight."
"So iz spaghetti," Fleur countered, "until it gets wet."
Hermione laughed, then. "Y-yeah, but-"
Fleur's hands were soft, her skin felt like velvet as she grabbed Hermione's face, turning her aside, and her lips were moist, soft and warm, as Hermione found herself sharing an all new experience with the beautiful woman. The wet tongue that poked at her lips had Hermione's instincts on overdrive, as she welcomed the invader in and without care or reservation, wrestled it until she gained dominance and forced her quarry's tongue back, quickly turning the kiss around.
After a few minutes, they parted, their entwined tongues coming apart and retreating back to their proper place.
Hermione was red like a tomato, and Fleur was smirking. "Quite new, yes?"
Nodding mutely, Hermione brought a hand to her lips. "B-But... but I like, I like guys," she said, tapping her lips and wondering about the tingly feelings.
"So do I, mon amie," Fleur replied. "But then, liking boys and liking girls is not mutually excluzive!"
"I-" Hermione blinked. "I guess?"
Fleur smiled widely, then leaned in and shared another kiss with Hermione. Their kiss was even more intense, and Hermione just decided to let her brain go and just submerged into pure instinctual behavior, overwhelmed with the extreme lewdness of an all new experience.
As soon as they parted, Hermione moaned. "But... but Fleur, you're- you're married..."
"Ah, yes, I am married to William," she agreed. "But 'e is not 'ere, you are," she said, and then kissed Hermione again. "What he doesn't know, won't hurt him, oui, mon cherie?"
Hermione nodded, nervously.
"I am not doing anyzing immoral, I am... guiding a fellow girl, in a new experience!"
Hermione nodded, her nerves increasing even more.
Fleur smiled and grabbed at Hermione's hand, guiding it towards her crotch, slowly, making sure Hermione knew what was happening. "Here... touch my body, cherie," she said, placing Hermione's hand against the area where- where-
Hermione's hand wrapped around what felt like a particularly fat wand. Her eyes wide, she focused on Fleur's face, but her hand could not be willed to move. "F-Fleur... is, is that your wand in your knickers?"
Fleur's face was split by a grin. "I am not 'uman," she said.
Hermione felt the wand in her hand throb. The thick, meaty, pulsing, throbbing, shaking, hot and oh so very stiff wand in her hand.
Gulping, Hermione turned down to look at the tentpole that was raising Fleur's gown, covered by the lacy panties that she wore. Then her eyes came back to Fleur's baby blue, which was now tinged with hunger.
"Ah've only ever found one person zat wasn't repulsed by it before," Fleur said,, voice husky and almost burning hot in her ears. Fleur moaned sharply, trembling in place, and Hermione realized she was now rubbing the cock in her hand- hands, as her left had joined her right in toying with the incredible magic wand to surpass all others.
Fleur smiled, pulling back and hiking up her gown, until she revealed the clothed rod. "Special knickers," she explained, as Hermione looked at how it seemed like the cock was not in any way prevented from displaying its magnificent girth, its majestic curve, or the beautiful, mushroomlike shape of its tip, by the cloth covering it. "Prevents my erections from being noticeable," she mused.
"H-Have, have you ever-"
"I'm very 'ard, many times, in public," Fleur said, as she began stroking the eight inch rod, the brutally male tool sitting on her crotch, her, a slim and dainty example of feminity, with a cock that would put even porn stars to shame.
Hermione gulped. "It... it looks-"
"Delicious?" Fleur completed. "Why not... give it a taste?"
Hermione gulped, nodding, and approached the covered cock, throbbing in white, giving it a timid kiss on the tip.
Fleur grinned, as both of her hands grasped the back of Hermione's head the moment her lips made contact, and with a shove, she forced Hermione to take it halfway in, lodging it down the back of her throat, moaning in pleasure. "Aah, it feels so good," the Veela moaned.
She let Hermione pull back, coughing. "F-Fleur!" she protested.
The Veela grinned. "I am a being of sex, sweet," she said, then took a deep breath, "Ahhh, getting sucked through my knickers is new, I think I like it~!" she mused.
"What's that got to-" Hermione decided not to finish, instead, she had to-
She had to keep touching, massaging, playing with, that magnificent cock, dangling in front of her.
"Sweet Hermione," Fleur moaned, "I know how much you like it rough, and I know you've never gotten that itch scratched," she said, panting as her hands once more grasped at the back of Hermione's head. "Let yourself go, come here and indulge yourself..."
Slowly, more carefully this time, she forced Hermione down, slowly, on the cloth covered cock. The feeling of the tongue was only slightly changed by the feeling of the panties, and in many ways, it felt lewder, dirtier - it felt wetter, as well, more sticky. Odd, but she enjoyed it just the same - a different sort of sex was sex nonetheless!
Hermione didn't seem to mind, and Fleur knew she had never sucked an uncovered cock - her instincts told her so - and she had not brought condoms with her, to make Hermione more comfortable with the act. That said...
Fleur throbbed, as she used Hermione like a masturbation aid.
Again and again, she made the frizzy haired girl suck, lick, and massage her massive cock, Hermione's hands feverously and desperately stroking the parts of Fleur she couldn't take into her mouth. The sound of the brunette gagging, choking, spitlte flying and the slurping and swallowing was almost a deafening cacophony of lewdness, a song of perversion that Fleur thought had no equal, unique and lovely, as she felt her orgasm bubbling from her deepest parts.
A shame she couldn't feed Hermione the cum directly, but the thin fabric of her underwear did little to prevent the flood, in fact, Fleur was certain Hermione could very much feel the globs of thick, ultra virile sperm and unimaginably plentiful, burning hot veela semen traveling up Fleur's oversized shaft, and yet the Brunette only grew more excited - all the way until Fleur forced her down as far as she could go, and then erupted, the cum reaching her tip and overflowing, filling the already soaking wet panties to capacity and overflowing, causing an effect as if it exploded form Hermione's own mouth.
The intense and strange feeling was itself amazing, and Fleur didn't particularly care that she was staining her gown, the sheets or anything else, as her insanely plentiful ejaculate burst from where she was joined to Hermione, and the impossible to contain flow covered both her general pelvis and lap area, and left Hermione's makeup a ruined mess, giving her a mask of cum.
Fleur panted, as Hermione pulled back, swallowing what had remained in her mouth.
Before the Brunette even had a moment to breathe, let alone recover, Fleur grabbed her and tossed her on the bed. Her leggings were pulled down in a moment, revealing Hermione's needy, drooling pussy, and Fleur hilted herself in a single fluid motion, not even bothering to heed Hermione's protests, which quickly became wordless screams of pleasure and moans, followed by the brunette begging for more, begging for the veela to fuck her harder.
Fleur had completely lost control, pounding her roommate's pussy with wild abandon, pulling on her hair, spanking her ass to great effect, and leaving her a destroyed, fucked broken mess, strewn on bed, panting for breath.
Climbing up on the bed beside her, Fleur straddled Hermione's ass, and used her sizable cheeks to begin stimulating her penis once more.
Hermione turned back, and met the sex crazed Veela's lustful gaze with one of her own.
The night had just started, and they'd definitely be having a lot more fun than Ginny and Luna would be, over at their strip club party...