To enjoy this chapter, I believe you ought to have Stickwitu and Don'tcha playing in certain scenes. I was inspired by the Pussycatdolls great music for this chapter. Obviously the 'Don'tcha' part is gonna seem a bit dirty, fun though, but I had a similar feeling when I read another fanfic 'Living Is Easy With Eyes Closed' by Sexc-Lady.
I'm sorry it seems like I copied, but this is seriously how I imagined the scene to be.
Hermione gasped and realised that she was still sopping enough to leave squelch marks all over the floor. She dreaded to run into Mr Filch and raced to her dorm to change, then barrelling down the stairs and back towards the Infirmary.
'Miss Granger! I'd ask for you to make less noise when entering or else I shall throw you out!' exclaimed Madame Pomfrey, who let her in anyway.
She apologised and made her way to Fleur's bed. Fleur slept somewhat fitfully, tossing her head every now and again.
A couple of times she awoke yelling 'Hermione', waking the rest of the champions. However, Hermione managed to calm her down by stroking her hair and holding her hand. Eventually Fleur woke without a yell or scream and with eyes fluttering open she smiled, seeing Hermione's face.
'I thought I would lose you and Gabrielle,' Fleur croaked.
Hermione helped her get a sip of water.
'No, you couldn't lose us. You were too strong for them,' murmured Hermione, kissing Fleur's cheek.
Fleur sobbed slightly, trying hard not to remember her feeling of helplessness as the grindylows had been swamping them.
Hermione sat at the head of the bed and cradled Fleur's head in her lap, gently caressing her face.
Hermione managed to get Fleur back sleep, this time with the help of dreamless potion. She kissed Fleur on the forehead and went to check on Harry and Ron. Ron was snoring loudly, while Harry was dreaming. She hoped that he would sleep as peacefully as Fleur was sleeping now.
She pats each of them on the hand and left the Infirmary. Hermione was shaken from her experience, but was sure that Fleur was even more shaken as she was awake the whole time. All Hermione could remember was that Dumbledore had welcomed her before a needle pricked her arm and she fell into blackness. She prickled, feeling rather betrayed.
She stormed up to Dumbledore's office; where surprising the stairwell was open. She climbed the stairs hurriedly.
Dumbledore was waiting for her in the atrium.
'Miss Granger. I suppose you want to talk to me,' he commented, his back turned.
'Yes Professor. I want to know why you did that to me, and to the others. Where they drugged also?' she demanded hotly.
Dumbledore made a wiping motion over a dish before he turned to face her.
'I am sorry Miss Granger, but would you have done so if we had not done it that way? You might have told Fleur, and certainly
Miss Delacour would have hexed the lot of us before she'd let you be trapped down the depths of the merpeople. Please try to understand that none of you would have been allowed to come to any real harm,' explained Dumbledore.
Hermione looked at him, trying to scrutinise the Headmaster.
Finally she gave up and Dumbledore smiled at her, 'You see Miss Granger, this only proves Fleur and the other's capability for love. Love is that power that will overcome all obstacles.'
With that he dismissed her. Hermione felt utterly confused.
Fleur and the other champions were released from the Infirmary after another thorough check up from Madame Pomfrey and Fleur immediately made her way to the Great Hall, starving. She piled a plate full of mashed potato, carrots, peas and several thick slices of roast beef. A person sat down beside her and proceeded to eat off her plate.
Before she could protest, she caught Hermione's gaze, who laughed at her.
'Don't worry, I'm not going to steal all your food! Just tasting it!' giggled Hermione.
Fleur sighed in relief and grinned at Hermione before gobbling down her dinner.
Hermione made her way through a chicken and beef sandwich before marvelling at Fleur's massive gulp of a whole glass of pumpkin juice.
'I'm surprised you haven't inflated or expanded at all,' commented Hermione, with a twinkle of mischief.
'Are you still teasing me about my eating habits?' demanded the still amazingly slim Fleur.
'Maybe,' replied Hermione, Fleur retorted with a quick but full on kiss.
Fleur stretched her arms,' Ah, it's good to be out of the Infirmary.'
They both giggled and headed out of the Great Hall, leaving a rather dishevelled Harry and Ron to their imaginations.
Hermione lead Fleur to a deserted classroom, she put on a CD and they slow danced to 'Stickwitu' by the Pussycatdolls.
Fleur began to sing along quietly into Hermione's ear. They swayed gently to the music. Fleur grasped Hermione's hand in hers.
'...So I'm telling you exactly what is on my mind,' sang Fleur, twirling Hermione.
Hermione smiled and leant in against Fleur. They kissed briefly; Hermione ran her hands up and down Fleur's torso.
Fleur licked at Hermione's collar bone and sucked slightly at her neck, eliciting a gasp.
'...Nobody getting in between, I want you to know that you're the only on for me,' replied Hermione softly.
They rocked to and fro, clutching each other in a firm but non possessive grips. They understood that they needed each other, but each understood that they would always care for each other.
nobody gonna love me better, I must stikwitu forever, nobody gonna take me higher, i must stickwitu
Fleur lead Hermione towards a chair, sat down and pulled Hermione onto her lap. Hermione started kissing Fleur ravenously, licking and nipping playfully at her lips and neck. Fleur moaned a little and slide her hand up and down Hermione's thigh.
Hermione in turn moaned a little and fidgeted in Fleur's lap.
Fleur took a breath and sang again, 'So don't you worry about people hanging about, they ain't bringing us down. I know you and you know me, that's all that counts.'
Hermione sighed and tugged at Fleur's locks, to bring her head down so that she could kiss her again, more passion making its way into their kisses. Fleur turned her head and began to kiss Hermione's ear, she tugged lightly at he lobe and lick the curve of Hermione's inner ear. Hermione squealed in delight.
'You know how to appreciate me, I must stickwitu my baby. Nobody ever made me feel this way, I must stickwitu...' finished Fleur.
They spent a little while staring into each other's eyes in the silence. Hermione held onto Fleur.
'I'm glad you came for me,' she whispered, a tear falling from her eyes.
Fleur wiped away the tear and murmured lovingly, 'Of course I came for you. You are everything to me.'
Hermione smiled a little and nuzzled into Fleur's neck, casually kissing her way down Fleur's neck and across her shoulders.
Fleur shivered and placed her hands on Hermione's back, encouraging Hermione further down. Hermione slowly undid Fleur's top and pulled it down so that just the tops of her breasts were showing.
Fleur giggled, 'Oh don't stop now.'
Hermione rolled her eyes. She lavished each one with kisses and caressed Fleur's waist. Fleur 'mmed' with great pleasure and threaded her fingers through Hermione's hair. Hermione kissed Fleur's breasts one last time, before Fleur pulled her up to kiss her with vigour. Their tongues danced together, darting this way and that. Using her tongue, Fleur distracts Hermione, so that she manoeuvres them, resulting in Fleur straddling Hermione.
'My turn, ma cherie,' whispers Fleur seductively.
Hermione looks at her with an eyebrow quirked.
Fleur starts sucking on Hermione's neck and kissed Hermione's eyes. She then rubbed herself up against Hermione, who groaned in response.
Feeling a little adventurous, Fleur got up, and had the CD playing 'Don'tcha' (also by the Pussycatdolls).
She walked seductively back towards Hermione who was in shock, but pleasantly so.
During the first chorus, Fleur danced around Hermione, using her hand to slide across Hermione's cheek each time she passed.
Hermione gulped, feeling overheated, tugging at her collar. Fleur noticed this and went to unzip Hermione's jacket and undo the first few buttons of Hermione's blouse with her teeth. Hermione's chest heaved with strangled gasps as Fleur blew a little breeze down her blouse. Fleur caressed Hermione's neck with her mouth and pole danced with the chair that Hermione was still sitting on. She dipped her hips a few times and body rolled herself back onto Hermione's lap. Again, straddling Hermione, they engaged in a lusty and needy kissing. Groping and more kissing elicited moaning.
Suddenly they heard Peeves cackling in the corridor, Hermione gasped and was about to rush to close the door.
However, Fleur just whipped out her wand and spelled the door close, also casting a silence spell, just in case.
'Ah, and they say I'm the smart one,' muttered Hermione.
Fleur just laughed and continued on their feverous endeavour.
They slowed and calmed down not long after, not ready to 'go all the way'. Hermione was in a way was glad, Fleur was not at all like she had first thought. She was not arrogant, she was not a slut, and she definitely and thankfully was not into boys. Hermione said thanks in her head and kissed Fleur for the last time before making her way back to her dorm.
Fleur blew a kiss, 'Sweet dreams, mon amour.'
She strolled back to her dorm, feeling the elation of pure ecstasy. She grinned to herself and checked on Gabrielle before undressing and slipping under the covers.
Well, I hope you liked it! I really think 'Stickwitu' really represents Fleur and Hermione in this fic. What do you reckon?