Author note: Just a cute bit of relationship fluff that wouldn't leave the brain
Hermione stepped out of the floo into her home on a Friday afternoon. She'd left work early and she was looking forward to a fun weekend with Fleur. They had been married for six months after only knowing each other for a month, and it was the happiest she'd ever been. She was thankful for each day with her wonderfully sexy wife and wanted to be around her all the time. As a part-time freelance curse-breaker, the Veela's schedule was more flexible than Hermione's, and while Fleur was very understanding of the occasional long hours the witch had to put in at the Ministry, she was even more appreciative of Hermione's efforts to leave work on-time. The pleasurable incentives her wife provided ensured the brunette was the most productive member in her office even though she put in the least amount of overtime.
"Fleur! I'm home!" she called out, putting down her bag and removing her outer robes.
A voice answered, sounding like it was coming from their bedroom.
"You are early, mon amour! Come, I'm in the bathroom!" The cheerful response put a smile on Hermione's face.
She slipped off her shoes, picked them up, and softly padded her way to their bedroom. After setting her shoes down, Hermione walked to the en suite and stopped in the doorway. Her eyes widened.
Fleur was in front of the mirror wearing Hermione's bathrobe, and waving her wand over her hair. Each pass caused a new brightly colored streak to appear in her previously silvery blonde hair.
This weekend was going to be Fleur's first celebration of Pride with Hermione but the bookworm was still surprised by what she saw. Her wife was more than a little vain and she was especially proud of her silky locks. Always making sure no hair was out of place. Always making sure each strand remained healthy and shiny. Magically dyeing it the colors of the rainbow for Pride? Definitely cute and charming, but also very much unexpected.
"I could have just bought us some rainbow wigs, love," said Hermione with a teasing smile.
"Non. Hot, uncomfortable things," responded Fleur, glancing at Hermione through the reflection of the mirror. "Besides, telling you to 'taste the rainbow' is more fun this way."
Hermione opened her mouth, about to say that phrase held different meanings depending on the situation, but knowing her wife she realized Fleur probably meant it literally. Her eyes darted to Fleur's hair skeptically. She tilted her head, slightly confused. Was she supposed to lick Fleur's hair? Had Fleur added flavoring?
Fleur chuckled as she put her wand down next to the sink. She turned around to face Hermione.
"That's just for Pride, ma chérie."
Fleur undid the rope on the robe, and let it slip off her body to the floor. Hermione's eyes hungrily took in her wife's naked form and then stopped when she reached the apex of her thighs, the neatly trimmed hair matching the colors on her head. She bit her lip. Fleur had indeed meant the phrase literally. Looking back up, she caught the Veela's coy smirk.
Taking on a haughty air, Fleur brushed past Hermione, sauntered over to their bed, sat down on the edge, and pointed to the floor in front of her. Hermione quickly strode to the nightstand where she kept a hairband, and tied her hair back. Then she grabbed a pillow and got down on her knees. She smiled up at her gorgeous wife. Blue eyes twinkled happily as they gazed down at her.
"Now…" said Fleur, barely holding back a smile as she spread her legs and leaned back to rest on her elbows. "Taste the rainbow."
Happy Pride, y'all!