AN: And finally, we reach the last installment of the three chapters. All I'm going to say is . . . mistakes have been made on Fleur's part haha I had a lot more inspiration music wise for this chapter. First, Jealousy, Jealousy by Olivia Rodrigo, Deja vu by Olivia Rodrigo (I can't help that her album slaps, even if it is a tad bit psychotic to write an entire album about an ex, but you do you girl), Washing Machine Heart by Mitski (slowed + reverb), and finally Soap by Melanie Martinez (slowed + reverb). Anyways, hope you guys enjoy the chaos haha
Chapter 5: Don't Touch Part 2
Admittedly, writing 'don't touch' in big bright red letters on Hermione's thighs was a bad idea. No, scratch that. It was a downright awful, idiotic idea.
Fleur might as well have made a giant neon sign with big arrows pointing at Hermione saying 'please touch me.' Thanks to her, Hermione was a hit at the party. Of course a bunch of inebriated people her age see something like that and the first thing they want to do is the exact opposite of what they're being told.
Too often, Fleur saw boys and girls giggling at the bright lettering. Fleur had to bite her tongue and look away when some were even bold enough to touch the senior's thigh. Hermione didn't look like she was in distress so it would be completely unnecessary for her to step in, no matter how much she wanted to.
She herself had a hard time following her warning, but she could hardly be blamed for teasing Hermione. Especially after that little hair flip remark in the bathroom.
Hermione was leaving the kitchen with a fresh drink, forced to cross the dreaded dance floor blocking her path to the couch when she spotted the French girl she had been avoiding while looking for her sibling. She felt her face heat up when she locked onto the sway of Fleur's hips, how her movements looked so natural. No one should be able to move the way Fleur did. It was downright unfair.
She couldn't help but stand and stare for a moment, her mouth slightly agape when she noticed the slight flex in the muscles in Fleur's legs when she moved, the simple roll of her shoulders, and that confident smile that would pull anyone in.
This was why she rarely went to watch Fleur dance. It always made her flustered and she knew if Gabrielle ever cared to look her way during one of Fleur's dances that she would be busted.
Kind of like how she was now.
She inwardly cursed herself when bright blue caught her staring across the way. A cocky eyebrow quirked up while Fleur's smile turned impish, a little glint reserved just for her shining in her eye. She made a show of bending down and then coming back up with an exaggerated hair flip that made Hermione laugh.
"Stupid git." Hermione rolled her eyes as she started pushing her way through the sweaty bodies, heading towards the couch.
Fleur felt pleased with the reaction she evoked from the senior, a smile permanently tugging at her lips when she noticed Hermione trying to be discreet as she kept looking her way after her funny hair flip. It would seem their whole avoidance plan really wasn't working tonight. She wished she could say she was upset about it, but she really wasn't. Gabrielle was nowhere in sight so what was the harm in a little playful flirting across the room?
She glanced over her shoulder once more to see if Hermione was still looking, but frowned when she discovered Katie sitting next to her. The very girl she had entrusted to look after the younger girl and her sibling in her absence. Perhaps she did too good of a job keeping an eye on Hermione if their proximity was anything to go by.
She grit her teeth when the blonde girl put her arm around Hermione's shoulder, whispering something in the nerdy girl's ear that made her laugh. Her other free hand found Hermione's thigh that said touch while Fleur left the dance floor in favor of approaching the two girls that looked a little too cozy for her liking.
It was one thing for a random party goer to touch Hermione for a mere second as a joke. It was another for a girl that knew damn well Hermione Granger was off limits to be unabashedly flirting with her. Her hand was sliding up a little too high on that slim thigh to be considered friendly and that wouldn't do.
When she reached the pair, she stood in front of them with her arms crossed, but went completely unnoticed. With a scowl, Fleur cleared her throat loudly, but they still had no clue she was there. So, finally, Fleur spoke up.
"Sorry, am I interrupting something?"
The question finally got Katie's attention, green eyes looking up with annoyance shining in them until she saw the murderous look on Fleur's face.
"F-Fleur." Katie stuttered, immediately removing her arm from around Hermione's shoulder while Hermione had the good sense to wipe the smile off her face. It wasn't hard to tell that Fleur wasn't happy.
"What's going on here?" Fleur asked with a raised eyebrow while some of her college friends watched, clearly amused.
"When did you- How did you-" Katie stupidly stumbled on her words. "I thought you were at Berkeley."
Fleur put on a fake smile, her gaze as cold as the arctic. "I came home to visit for the summer. Why? Did you not expect me to be at my sister's graduation party? You don't look happy to see me."
"N-no." Katie shook her head. "I just didn't expect-"
"I can tell." Fleur narrowed her eyes, looking at the hand still resting on Hermione's thigh. "Do you not know how to read Katie?"
Katie looked down to where her hand was placed, her face paling when she realized she hadn't moved it from Hermione's thigh yet. She quickly corrected that, putting it in her own lap.
"What?" A loud boy chimed in with a grin. "It says touch."
Fleur turned her icy stare to the drunk dark-haired boy leaning over the couch. "I think you missed the part where it says 'don't.'"
"Fleur-" Hermione diplomatically tried to chime in, but was dismissed with a chilly look. "Sorry." She mumbled feebly, slumping on the couch and nursing her drink. There would be no saving Katie. Too bad. She was such a nice girl.
"Katie." There was that fake smile again. "A word?" Fleur nodded her head away from Hermione.
"I have to-"
"Now." Fleur's voice was suddenly stern as she grabbed the other blonde girl by her upper arm, all but dragging her off the couch.
"Hey!" Katie whined when Fleur pulled her into a quiet corner. "That hurts." She grumbled as she pulled her arm from Fleur's grasp.
"What the 'ell do you zink you're doing!?" Fleur spoke through gritted teeth. Katie could tell she was pissed by the french accent slipping out. Nothing good could come from this. "I told you to watch 'er! Not 'ang all over 'er!"
"I-I was just-"
"Just what?" Fleur got closer to the other girl shrinking in on herself. "Making a move? You know she's-"
"Okay, okay." Katie cried out. "We made out like once!" She threw her arms up, the alcohol loosening her lips, the admission of guilt under Fleur's interrogation that had barely started coming out all too easily.
"What?" Fleur's tone was suddenly eerily calm and it made Katie even more afraid.
"I was just . . . and she was . . ."
"Shots on Granger!" Someone yelled in the background, pulling Fleur's attention from the cowering girl in front of her.
She looked up to see some of her friends and other random people dragging Hermione to the kitchen. What the hell did her friends think they were doing? She couldn't take her eyes off Hermione for more than a second without someone else stealing her.
"You 'ave no idea 'ow lucky you are." Fleur hissed at Katie before storming after the group of people.
When Fleur arrived in the kitchen, she felt a new wave of anger and jealousy coursing through her. Even though the sight was very alluring, it isn't one she would want to share with anyone else.
Laying on their kitchen island, surrounded by people, was Hermione Granger while someone put a line of salt dangerously close to the hem of Hermione's shorts right under her belly button and next to the drawing of the flower. A long skinny shot glass was carefully placed in her belly button as a slice of lime was promptly put in the laughing brunette's mouth to hold while a girl Fleur didn't recognize so generously volunteered to go first.
"Oh man." Anna laughed, shaking her head as she watched the scene unfold next to Fleur. "They're going to eat that girl alive next year at Berkeley."
"Not if I can help it." Fleur growled, pushing through the crowd just in time to see the brunette volunteer slowly lick up the salt with a mischievous smile adorning her face when Hermione squirmed. She felt the fire in her veins increase tenfold, the sight of that girl's tongue running over Hermione's lower stomach repeating in her head over and and over again. It was going to take a miracle for her to not end up in a fight tonight.
Next, she watched as the brunette wrapped her mouth around the skinny shot glass of tequila before lifting it and tilting her head back.
Everyone let out loud cheers as she put the glass down and leaned in to take the lime from Hermione's lips with her own. Before she could reach her destination, Fleur got a hold of her slim shoulder. She pulled her back as gently as she could allow herself to do as everyone started to boo her.
"Zat ees enough." Fleur glared at the crowd, the protest on the volunteer's lips dying when she saw the dangerous look directed her way.
"Come on 'Ermione." She sighed, taking the lime out of the brunette's mouth before grabbing the nerdy girl's hand to help her off the island.
"But-"
"No buts." Fleur shook her head before grumbling to herself, "where the hell is Gabrielle when you need her?"
"She's with her boyfriend somewhere." Hermione mumbled as she rubbed her arm.
She personally had no idea how she let Fleur's friends talk her into doing body shots, but she certainly didn't expect Fleur to come in and stop the whole thing from happening. She was just trying to have some fun and perhaps show the older girl she wasn't the timid girl she left behind last year. She was trying to redeem herself after looking like a stuttering mess earlier.
Instead of Fleur looking impressed, she actually seemed cross with her. She hadn't meant to make Fleur upset. It was all in good fun. Right?
"Of course she is." Fleur rolled her eyes. "I can't believe you just let-"
"Hey, looks like someone needs to chill out." Jacob stepped in before Fleur could go on a tirade and blow her reunion with the girl she had been pining over all year. "Smoke sesh?" He raised an eyebrow, holding up a joint.
"That actually sounds lovely." Hermione answered with a relieved smile, earning her a baffled look from Fleur and an amused one from the Hawaiian.
"Since when do you smoke?" Fleur asked incredulously. "And let people do shots of tequila off of you?"
"Like you said." Hermione shrugged with a shy smile. "Some things change."
"I like her." Jacob whispered in Fleur's ear, earning him a hard glare and shove.
"Don't make it worse." Fleur snipped back.
"You don't scare me." The tall, muscular man was brave enough to boop Fleur on the nose with his finger before throwing an arm around Hermione. "Come, let's go find a room away from all this noise. I'm sure Fleur will be quick to follow my dear Hermione."
A frown was etched onto Fleur's face as she stalked after the happy pair chatting animatedly while they went up the steps. This was definitely not how she expected the night to go. Not at all.
What happened to the timid girl she grew up with? She had only been gone a year. She thought Hermione would hate parties like this, but she actually seemed to be enjoying herself.
It wasn't like that was a bad thing and Fleur didn't like it. It was everyone being all over Hermione that irked her to no end. It was souring her mood so perhaps Jacob had been right with his suggestion. Although, she didn't know why they had to drag Hermione into it, even if she was willing.
When they entered a guest bedroom, Hermione was surprised to see there were chairs already set up in a circle. It would seem this was donned the smoking room before the party even began if the glowing green leaves on the wall were anything to go by.
Hermione took a random seat while Fleur automatically took the one next to her, still shooting daggers at her friends for letting Hermione come with.
"You don't have to smoke 'Ermione." Fleur whispered softly so only the brunette would hear. "I don't want you to feel pressured into-"
"No, really." Hermione shook her head with a small smile. "I've done it before."
"You never struck me as the type." Fleur leaned back, crossing her arms as Jacob lit up the joint, inhaling deeply before passing it to Anna on his left.
"It actually helps me sleep sometimes." Hermione shrugged. "Gabrielle got me to try it."
"Of course she did." Fleur shook her head. "She's a bad influence."
A cloud of smoke spilled from Anna's lips as she burst into a fit of laughter. "That's rich coming from you."
"I'm not a bad influence." Fleur shot back petulantly.
"Right." Mary nodded her head in mock agreement while a small laugh slipped from Hermione's lips.
"In Fleur's defense," Hermione finally chimed in with a fond smile, avoiding Fleur's gaze. "I will say, she has always looked out for me."
"How so?" Mary leaned forward, a mischievous smile pulling at her red lips while she held the joint in her hand. Fleur gave her a warning look that was obviously ignored while other people filed into the room.
"You mind if we join?" Hermione's friend Blake asked.
Fleur immediately stiffened at the dark-haired boy's presence. The memory of her getting ejected from a game, because he had his arm around Hermione was still fresh in her mind. Couldn't people just leave the nerdy girl alone?
"Of course." Jacob motioned to the open seats. "Sit, sit. Hermione was just telling us about all the things Fleur has done for her." He grinned, sending the fuming dancer a discreet wink while a blush lit up the British girl's cheeks.
"Well . . ." Hermione cleared her throat, fiddling with a loose thread on her jean shorts. She hadn't expected to be asked to elaborate by Fleur's friends and certainly wasn't prepared for a larger audience. She wasn't trying to lay herself bare in front of all these people when she hardly had the courage to do so when she was alone with Fleur. "Ever since we were kids, Fleur always stuck up for me when someone was picking on me. There was uh . . . Johnny. He stood me up so Fleur-"
"Oh shit!" Blake lit up at the memory, a grin spreading across his face. "I saw Fleur beat the absolute shit out of him on the field before school! Is that why you did it!?" He turned to the blonde who was still kind of stiff, a light blush dusting her own cheeks at hearing these things come from Hermione. Her eyes shifted to the dark haired boy who seemed to not want any trouble so she loosened up a little.
"He needed to be taught a lesson in manners." Fleur sniffed indignantly, putting her nose in the air, which just caused the entire room to erupt in another fit of laughter.
"How sweet." Anna smirked, earning her another glare from the French girl while Mary seemed to contemplate something as the joint was passed to Fleur. "Who knew our Fleur has a protective side to her."
"Well, if you're so worried about sweet Hermione over here." Mary nodded her head to the British girl who was suddenly finding the walls very interesting. "Why don't you just shotgun her so she doesn't smoke too much. I'm sure you'll be responsible. You won't give her more than she can handle, right?" She threw a cheeky wink in to go along with her smirk while Fleur spluttered on a response.
"I don't think . . . I mean . . ."
"Surely, it's not a good idea." Hermione jumped in, her face turning the proper color of a tomato.
"Why?" Anna tilted her head while Jacob chuckled to himself. "It's not like you guys like each other or anything. It's just a shotgun. What's the big deal?"
If looks could kill, Fleur's friends would be six feet under right now. They knew what they were doing. They were pushing things way too far. First the body shots and now this.
This was dangerous territory. Shotgunning would absolutely break all of the silent rules they had established. They would be so far over the line, they wouldn't be able to see it.
"Y-yeah. I suppose when you put it like that, it's fine." Hermione spoke up first while Fleur whipped her head in her direction, an incredulous look on her face. "It's no big deal." The gulp she made after the statement clearly betrayed it. "Right?" She looked to Fleur, trying to appear more brave than she felt.
"Right." Fleur murmured, her eyes flickering to Hermione's tongue wetting her lips in anticipation. "You're sure though?" She furrowed her brow, speaking more quietly so only Hermione could hear her. "You don't have to do this just to impress them."
"Of course." Hermione squeaked out, making her inwardly cringe. She was trying to appear aloof even though her heart was pounding so hard she swore she could feel it thrumming through her entire body. She could even feel it in her fingertips. "I mean, like they said, it isn't a big deal."
This was a bad idea. A horrendous one. Hermione knew this, but an opportunity had presented itself to her. An innocent one. Plenty of people shotgunned at the parties she had been to before. Hell, she had even done it with people she wasn't even remotely interested in. Surely, she could get through it just fine with Fleur. It would just be five seconds. Five seconds and perhaps she could get this ridiculous obsession with Fleur out of her head once and for all.
"Okay . . ." Fleur trailed off, looking down to the joint as she felt her own heart rate pick up. This was really happening and she was trying to come to terms with it. "So, when I um . . ." Fleur cleared her throat. She was clearly stalling for time to calm her nerves. "Exhale, you need to inhale and-"
"Fleur, I know how to shotgun." Hermione shook her head with a small smile.
Fleur narrowed her eyes at the British girl subtly fidgeting next to her. "Who the hell showed you that?"
"Oooooooh my god!" Mary cried out, slumping in her chair. "Hurry up already!"
Fleur redirected her glare to her friend before begrudgingly bringing the joint to her lips, taking only a small puff. She inhaled the smoke, feeling it drift down into her lungs before she looked at Hermione sitting there looking so pretty, alert, nervous, and so entirely hers.
'Oh god. It's happening.' Hermione thought to herself as her adrenaline spiked to dangerous levels. She could feel the pulse point in her neck thumping against her skin, her breath coming out in ragged pants as she tried to remember what the last thing she drank was. She thinks it was something fruity so hopefully Fleur will like the taste and damnit, she should have applied chapstick before all of this.
She licked her lips to wet them again as she kept her hands firmly planted on her lap, her palms sweating. Fleur's eyes followed the movement of her tongue before they looked to her eyes for confirmation once more. Hermione just gave a timid smile and nodded her head as Fleur started to lean in.
Amber eyes drifted from nervous icy blue to moist, fluffy pink lips inching closer at a painfully slow pace. The anticipation was killing her. She couldn't take it. She contemplated jolting forward and meeting Fleur halfway just to get the whole ordeal out of the way until she felt a soft hand come up and gently cup her jaw.
Her heart leapt into her throat, her breath catching when she felt the pad of Fleur's thumb steadily swipe across her lower lip from left to right. Just how Fleur longed to do years ago in her bedroom after painting Hermione's nails.
When it reached the center, Fleur paused, dragging her thumb downward to open her mouth. Hermione couldn't help but look back up to Fleur's eyes zeroed in, hyper focused, on her lips.
This wasn't exactly how Fleur wanted their first kiss to happen. She had imagined it so many different ways, but this had never been the setting she had expected. Even so, she would improvise and not rush this. She wanted to savor the moment, no matter how fleeting it would be.
Hermione could only wait with baited breath as Fleur finally leaned in the rest of the way, her eyes closing as her thumb slipped away only to be replaced by cloudy lips. Then everything stopped. Her heart went from running a marathon to absolutely nothing in the span of one second.
Everything was blank. Nothing in her body knew how to function anymore. She didn't even know where she was.
The only thing Hermione's hazy brain could register was the softest pair of lips pressing against her own gently, but firmly. Then she felt the smoke enter her mouth as Fleur exhaled, more like sighed, into her. Hermione somehow managed to inhale, feeling the smoke travel down her throat before it settled comfortably in her lungs.
Usually, one of the people would pull away after the smoke was exchanged, but Fleur made no move to back off. Her lips lingered while Hermione, well, she was frozen to the spot, soaking in the feel of Fleur against her.
She was dead. Surely, she was dead. This must be the kiss of death they wrote about in poetry and books. Fleur was the reaper. That was the only logical explanation.
But oh, what a sweet death it was.
Even though Fleur had exhaled what felt like an eternity ago, the blonde lingered and Hermione was in no rush to push her away. This may be the only moment they ever get and she never wanted it to end. Fleur's lips molded so perfectly to her own, it made her wonder why she ever kissed anyone else.
She leaned into Fleur once the shock wore off, desperately wanting to deepen the kiss, but before she could start moving her lips, Fleur started pulling away. She finished with Hermione's upper lip trapped between her velvety ones, deliberately taking her time as she retracted from the shorter girl.
The second Fleur's mouth wasn't connected to hers, Hermione felt the loss. The only reminder that this really happened was the tingling sensation she felt on the surface of her lips.
Eventually, Hermione opened her foggy eyes, staring at Fleur who looked just as disoriented as her.
It was like they were looking at each other for the first time. Taking everything in. Everyone and everything else around them was a blur. They were the only thing that existed in the moment until . . .
"Uh . . . Hermione . . ." Jacob spoke up with a nervous cough. "You kind of have to exhale. Breathing is a thing."
Hermione blinked dumbly, finally turning her attention to someone other than Fleur. She became all too aware of all of the wide eyes on her as she sat back in her seat, finally blowing the smoke out of her mouth. Proof of the crime she had just committed against her best friend.
"Yeah, breathing is important." Hermione mumbled with a furious blush dusting her cheeks.
Fleur was just as flustered as the girl next to her. She was uncharacteristically quiet as she passed the joint to Jacob. Her eyes were unfocused as she just stared at the wall in front of her. She desperately willed her fluttering heart to slow and get a hold of herself as she ran a shaky hand through blonde strands.
That definitely lasted far longer than a normal shotgun was supposed to. She knew it. Hermione knew it. Everyone did. That's probably why everyone was so quiet. She's sure her friends didn't expect their little scheme to work so well. In her defense, she didn't think it would either.
Now, it felt like her thoughts were a jumbled mess. The kiss was playing through her head in slow motion. Repeating, stuttering, and rewinding every time she remembered the first point of contact. How could she possibly think about anything else?
Hermione was having the same problem and could only helplessly sit there while she inwardly panicked. This wasn't supposed to happen. She wasn't supposed to enjoy the kiss that much. It was supposed to help her get over Fleur, not leave her desperate for another taste of those sweet lips.
How was she going to recover from this? How was she supposed to pretend like she didn't know how Fleur kissed? How she tasted and felt. It was impossible. She was in big trouble. She had to get out of there before she did something she regretted.
"I um, I have to go." Hermione mumbled to no one in particular as she stood up.
The quiet statement was enough to make Fleur snap her head up to see Hermione's fingers nervously twitching at her side. She stood awkwardly in place for a moment, seemingly stuck on what to do before she shook her head and left without so much as giving Fleur a glance.
Without a second thought, Fleur stood up too, receiving a knowing look from her friends. She didn't even bother to say anything as she rushed after the brunette who was attempting to slip through her fingers again.
When she entered the hallway, she looked to the right to see the frazzled girl entering the same bathroom she painted her in. She wasn't going to get away that easily. Fleur couldn't let her. Not after that.
That kiss turned her entire world upside down. Planets shifted and stars aligned, making everything painfully clear. She was too stubborn before to realize the simple truth that it was already too late for her. Hermione had her since the first day they met.
She should have kissed her a long time ago. Damn the consequences. Now that she finally kissed her crush, there was no going back. No more second guessing herself.
When she reached the bathroom door, she was thankful Hermione was too forgetful to lock the door. Once inside, she paused when she saw Hermione with her hands on the sink, looking down as she bit her lower lip. At least she wasn't the only one who was reeling from this revelation. Hermione felt it too. She knew she did. It was written all over the younger girl's face.
It wasn't until Fleur not so quietly closed the door behind her, making sure to lock it that Hermione snapped her head in her direction. Those big doe eyes looked at her with so many emotions swirling in them. Guilt was one of them, but desire and longing were the most prominent. A look that was reflected in the French girl's gaze.
"Fleur-"
Fleur's eyes flickered down to the bright red warning on Hermione's thighs she left just for herself, but she couldn't bring herself to stop anymore. She didn't care. She had wanted Hermione for as long as she could remember and she was tired of waiting.
Before Hermione could try to talk both of them out of this, Fleur strode forward. Her arms stretched out, cupping Hermione's jaw on both sides while her fingers wrapped around the back of the brunette's neck. She pulled Hermione towards her, her head already tilted down and ready as she crashed their lips together.
Hermione's eyes widened for a moment, her heart thrashing against its constraints. The last thing she expected was for Fleur to come running after her and to kiss her like this.
This was nothing like the kiss they just shared a couple minutes before. This one was desperate and filled with so many pent up emotions that she couldn't pinpoint each one, but she related to every single one. Everything she had been feeling, apparently Fleur had as well. There was no hiding it now.
She wished she could blame the alcohol or the weed for her weakness, but in all honesty, she wasn't all that drunk. Definitely buzzed, but not drunk and that hit Fleur had given her wouldn't get anyone high. By how controlled Fleur's movements were, Hermione knew she wasn't either. What was happening right now had been in the works for too long. It was inevitable.
When Fleur realized Hermione wasn't going to push her away or deny what was happening between them anymore, she closed what little space was left, pressing her body flush against Hermione's. She had to refrain from letting a satisfied smirk form on her lips when she felt Hermione all but melt into her, her hands finding Fleur's shoulder blades, and her nails digging into the warm flesh. She clung to the blonde as if she would disappear at any moment.
The bass from the loud music was slightly muffled but making the door vibrate as Fleur backed Hermione into the counter behind her. Her thumbs stroked Hermione's sharp jawline while Hermione's hands slid down her back to her sides, relishing in the feeling of the toned body beneath her fingertips. She lost count of how many times she fantasized about having Fleur like this.
Feeling bold with her butt pressed against the counter, Hermione bit down on Fleur's lower lip, not so gently tugging on it. She felt a swell of pride in her chest when a strangled noise slipped from Fleur's mouth. She clearly hadn't expected that.
When Hermione pulled away from the kiss after, Fleur moved her hands from Hermione's jaw down to her shapely hips, aggressively pulling the brunette back to her and her hungry mouth. She barely gave Hermione even a second to get a breath of air before she was moving her lips against the senior's again. Clearly Fleur liked this turn of events.
It felt too good. Kissing Hermione was getting Fleur more drunk than any of the alcohol she had drank that night. It was better and more addicting than any drug she could ever do. She never wanted to stop.
The longer she kissed her crush, the more Fleur wanted. Nothing felt like it was enough. The way Hermione was digging her nails into her back and pushing her hips into her own was driving her absolutely insane. It was pulling at and loosening what little restraint Fleur had.
"'Ermione." Fleur groaned, gripping Hermione's hips tighter in her hands to keep them at bay when the brunette moved her lips to Fleur's neck while her hands found their way to golden strands.
The French girl hissed, tilting her head to the side when Hermione sucked on her pulsepoint. Her knees buckled when she felt Hermione bite the same spot before soothing the abused skin with her tongue. Hermione Granger was going to be the death of her.
Lithe hands moved from her hair to the front of her shoulders and the next thing Fleur knew, she was roughly pushed against the door. She felt the hit in her back, pushing the air from her lungs. She blinked dumbly at the brunette, thinking she was pushing her away to end whatever they were doing. However, before she could mourn the loss, she felt that warm body press into her own, pinning her to the door before soft lips were back on hers again, breathing into her.
To say she was startled would be an understatement, but perhaps she shouldn't be surprised. Hermione was always fiery and of course it would translate to this. Many people, including herself, may think Hermione is timid, but she is anything but that. Fleur could now say that she knew that from experience.
Hermione was personally smug at the reactions she was evoking from Fleur. To know she could make someone like Fleur, the perfect girl she could never have, that she had pined after for so long, gasp, groan, and sigh was exhilarating. She could tell Fleur wasn't expecting this change of position, but she was hell bent on showing Fleur she wasn't that girl that needed protecting anymore. For once, she had the upper hand or so she thought.
Fleur could only take so much. The way Hermione was kissing her, pressing her slim half naked frame against her own, and taking control was too much. The feel of her skin against her own was intoxicating. She only had so much restraint in her so she finally fully snapped and let go.
Before Hermione could get too comfortable in their new position Fleur flipped them, twisting her hips and pushing Hermione into the wood. Hermione would have protested and pouted at the change, but it was hard to argue with Fleur devouring her mouth.
She didn't have it in her to fight Fleur taking over. Not when Fleur was sucking her lower lip between her own while one hand gripped her breast through her bra.
She was almost ashamed at how quickly her body reacted to Fleur's touch. Almost. Her body automatically arched into the blonde to give her better access to whatever she wanted. She would always give Fleur anything she wanted. She knew that now.
Fleur bit back a moan when she felt how responsive the other girl was to her touch. It was better than she could have ever imagined it to be. She could hardly be held responsible for her hand wandering from Hermione's bra clad breast down to her stomach before it reached around to grab Hermione's ass firmly.
A strangled noise left Hermione's throat when she felt the blonde push into her, gripping her so possessively. She could feel her body heating up more and more by the second. She didn't think either of them meant to go this far, but being with Fleur Delacour like this was an addiction. Her hands were so soft and assertive. She wanted them everywhere on her and didn't have the willpower to stop what they clearly shouldn't be doing.
"I want you so bad." Fleur mumbled, pulling back from Hermione just enough to talk. They were still so close her lips brushed against the nerdy girls' when she spoke. "I've wanted you for so long." She panted. "You have no idea . . ."
The floodgates had been opened and Fleur couldn't help the words spilling from her mouth. She had kept these feelings to herself for so long, but now that they were so clearly out in the open, she wanted to tell the other girl everything. Give her everything she had been dreaming about since she was younger.
Hermione grabbed the back of her neck, pulling the blonde into another heated kiss, before responding, "I want you too. So badly that I can't take it, but we-"
Fleur silenced Hermione with another kiss, making the senior lose her train of thought in milliseconds. It was like the French girl had a superpower. All it took was one kiss to make Hermione's mind go blank and forget why they shouldn't be doing what they're doing.
Then that beautiful mouth made everything in Hermione's brain short circuit when it moved from her lips to her neck briefly before moving to her shoulder. Then it was on her chest, trailing down Hermione's stomach while Fleur dropped to her knees.
"Bloody hell." Hermione groaned, hitting the back of her head on the door when she felt Fleur's teeth graze over her hip. Never in her wildest dreams did she think she would truly be in this position.
In fact, this had to be dream. It just had to. No one's lips should feel this good. It shouldn't be this easy to make her feel this light headed and- 'oh god, that tongue.'
Hermione's eyes practically rolled into the back of her head as Fleur smirked to herself at the reaction. Her tongue gently rubbed where she had scraped her teeth in the midst of her kiss. Her eyes flickered to the neon flower she drew before kissing where that wretched girl had her tongue near the hem of Hermione's jeans.
"F-Fleur." Hermione's knees wobbled, which didn't go unnoticed by the older girl.
The athlete ran her fingers up the back of Hermione's smooth, slim legs while Hermione struggled with what to do with her hands. She wanted to grab a fist full of golden hair, but every time she made a move, she felt that tongue move over her flesh and it made her falter.
Fleur saw that warning on Hermione's legs flashing at her again, the words 'don't' practically screaming at her, but she was too far gone. Drunk on Hermione Granger and those sounds she makes when she bites, licks, or kisses a particularly sensitive spot on her stomach.
It was starting to become too much for Fleur. She had zero self control left as she kissed her way back to Hermione's mouth. She leaned over the shorter girl, one arm on the wall while the other ran down Hermione's surprisingly firm stomach down to the hem of those pesky shorts.
She could literally feel Hermione tremble beneath her touch, but it wasn't enough. She wanted the bookworm to unravel and writhe under her. She wanted to know all of the sounds Hermione Granger was capable of making.
When she reached the hem of Hermione's shorts and had her fingertips inside, the brunette needily moved her hips into her hand. Hermione was just as desperate to be touched as Fleur was to touch her. It was painfully obvious.
Fleur couldn't help pulling away to look down at their precarious situation. She watched with rapt interest as Hermione's ribs heaved for air while her hand slipped further into the front of those tight shorts she would have to discard eventually, but for now, the visual was nice.
Before she pushed down further, she looked back up to Hermione for confirmation this was okay. What she saw was Hermione with her eyes closed, head pressed against the bathroom door, biting her lower lip in anticipation. She was ready.
That thought alone excited Fleur to no end as she started to slide her hand in further. She took her time pushing past the hem of Hermione's panties, waiting for any sign Hermione wanted her to stop, but all she received was a shudder.
As if sensing Fleur's hesitation, Hermione moved her hips forward again, pushing Fleur's hand further into her underwear. This time it was Fleur whose eyes practically rolled into the back of her skull.
Hermione was so wet. She could feel it on her fingertips and it was all for her. Hermione was so willing and ready to be taken by her. It was the most arousing thing she had ever experienced.
She felt Hermione jolt against her when her fingertips brushed past her bundle of nerves. She traced small circles there for a moment, eliciting soft moans from that witty mouth before she moved to Hermione's entrance. She gave Hermione a sweet, slow, deep kiss, lingering for a moment as she got ready to push two digits in when there was a loud banging behind them that made them both jump.
"Occupied!" Fleur yelled irritably, glaring at the door.
She was about to go back to kissing Hermione when the banging came back. "Merde! Zere are zree bazrooms in zis house! Find anozer one!"
While Fleur was irritated, Hermione's bubble had burst. All too suddenly, she was coming to her senses.
Bright amber took in her surroundings, their position, and then flickered down to the hand in the waistband of her shorts. She was hyper aware of Fleur's fingers so close to penetrating her. Fleur's fingers. Gabrielle's sister. Gabrielle, her best friend. Her best friend that would never forgive her for this, because Fleur is off limits.
'Oh god. Oh no.' Hermione's eyes widened as everything started crashing down on her. 'What the bloody hell are you doing!?'
"Oh god." Hermione spoke out loud this time. Her horrified voice was enough to make Fleur quickly retract her hand while confused sapphires looked at her. "What have we . . . Oh no." She slipped out from under Fleur's arm, spotting her discarded shirt, the thing that brought her to this bathroom in the first place, in the corner.
"'Ermione." Fleur turned around, dread filling her when she saw the pure panic written all over the brunette's face. This wasn't supposed to be how this went. It was clear the younger girl was getting more freaked out by the second. "What are you doing?" She asked helplessly as Hermione threw her shirt over her head.
"We can't." Hermione shook her head. "We just . . . oh god. She's never going to forgive me."
"It's not a big deal." Fleur tried to weakly defend their actions. "We can talk about this. Gabrielle will-"
"I have to go." Hermione mumbled to herself, running a hand through her hair before she yanked the door open and all but ran away.
"'Ermione!" Fleur went running after her crush, ignoring the intoxicated person pushing their way into the bathroom. When she got to the stairs, she took them two at a time when she saw Hermione run out the front door.
"Merde." Fleur groaned when she reached the bottom and realized the other girl was probably long gone. Once again, she was too late.
AN: Well . . . things certainly happened during this last part. I have wanted to do a little shotgun fic with Fleur and Hermione for a while so I was glad to finally put that in here. I did so enjoy writing Fleur just about losing her mind at everyone touching Hermione haha she immediately realized she made a mistake when she wrote 'don't touch'. Baby girl didn't even know how to take her own advice. Anyways, as always, I would love to hear your guys' thoughts :)
RIP Katie. Gone so young. Not even Hermione could save her.