A/N: Heyy...yeah so...sorry! Enjoy!

"And where 'ave you been? It does not take four 'ours to get Chinese take-out. Or did you fall and end up in ze hospital somewhere?"

Hermione frowned, "N-no?"

Fleur shook her head, "Ze boys. Zey told me how clumsy you are and how you struck yourself with your own curse."

Hermione blinked. "Oh. Really?" She cocked her head and narrowed her eyes, "I'll have a talk with them later."

Fleur laughed and stood, walking towards Hermione. "It iz alright. I did not mind taking care of you." She cupped Hermione's cheek and whispered against her lips, "But I do mind you leaving in the middle of was sure to soon become amazing sex."

With that, their lips met and Hermione moaned immediately. Fleur tasted sweet and the smell of her filled her senses, driving her crazy. Hermione lifted the French woman and carried her to the bedroom.

"Fleur." Hermione said between kisses. "Fleur wait."

Fleur gave a sultry chuckle, "You say that as though I have you trapped."

Hermione looked down and saw she was lying on top of Fleur, between her legs, "Oh. Ah. Right." She said and tried to stand. Fleur however, wrapped her legs around Hermione and pulled her in tighter.

"Now, I 'ave you trapped, mon amour." She purred and Hermione leaned her forehead against the blonde's, sighing.

"Fleur, I don't just want sex from you."

"I know." Fleur said, silencing her with a finger. "Zis isn't casual. Just…" she smirked, "Razer urgent. I have been on edge since you lifted me on top of zat counter."

Hermione smiled and their lips met once more, until Hermione began kissing down her throat, "Let me kiss it better." She murmured and Fleur's eyes fluttered as she held to Hermione's hair lightly.

"'ermione.." Fleur whispered at the first touch of Hermione's lips to her dripping folds. She canted her hips forward, hoping to gain more contact. Hermione put her weight on Fleur's hips and held the woman down. Fleur growled, though she thoroughly enjoyed Hermione's strength, and pulled the witch's head closer.

Hermione chuckled and flattened her tongue against slick folds and hummed at the taste.

"Ouiiii" Fleur hissed. This is what she had been waiting for, and she knew Hermione would not dissapoint. IF only she would stop teasing... At the impatient tug on her hair, Hermione caved and thrust her tongue inside the soaked lips. Fleur's hips bucked and Hermione was graced with a flood of Fleur's sweet juices. Lapping up all that she gave, Hermione replaced her tongue with her fingers and moved her lips to suck at the large throbbing clit.

"Ah!" Fleur cried and bit her lip as one hand rose up to hold onto the bed. "Oui! More!" she moaned and Hermione obliged, slipping three fingers inside the witch. Her lips kept a steady suction on Fleurs clit and when her tongue began to lash at it, Fleur's head tossed from side to side as she crashed into a large orgasm.

Exhausted, she fell to the bed and hummed as Hermione gently kissed her way back up, fingers twitching lightly. Fleur's breath hitched everytime Hermione's fingers moved, but she couldn't find the words to beg the witch to stop.

Soon the twitching movement turned into a caress as Hermione lightly rubbed at her G-spot. Fleur moaned incoherently, trying to tell Hermione to stop, continue, something. She whimpered as she felt her orgasm build. Hermione smirked into her neck and bit lightly, making Fleur arch and wrap her arms around the brunette.

"H-Hermione!" She moaned, her panting helping her sound out the H. Hermione grinned, "Well you can say my name after all…say it louder." She whispered and curled her fingers into Fleur, her palm slaming into the twitching clit.

"HERMIONE!" She yelled as her hips thrust into Hermione uncontrollably, her own body grinding out every last inch of pleasure possible.

When it was over, she was panting and looked at Hermione, exhausted. "Mon dieu. I did not think…"

Hermione rose a brow, "What? That I would be so good in bed?"

Fleur shrugged, "Well, you did knock yourself out with your own curse…" Hermione narrowed her eyes and huffed. Standing, she paced the room,

"I did no such thing! Those bastards! I'm going to kill them. I save their hides and this is the thanks I get! Next time see if I warn them about plan Z."

While she was pacing, she didn't notice the piece of paper under her foot and well….she didn't look quite the picture of power she was when she went head over tea kettle.

Fleur hid her laughter behind her hand and looked over the edge of the bed to see Hermione glaring at her. "I'm certain ze boys were exaggerating, 'ermione. Come back to bed." She purred and Hermione's glare became heated as Fleur trailed a hand down her leg, "I am feeling…energized."

"Or you could come down here." Hermoine said and before it registered, pulled Fleur down to the ground. She stood and smirked at the blonde. "Hmm...I rather like you on your knees."

Fleur's anger dissipated as Hermione sat on the bed, spread her legs, and crooked her finger. Slowly, she crawled to witch and moaned at the passionate kiss she received, Hermione's hand roughly cupping her jaw. "Eat me." Hermione whispered.

"Gladly." Fleur panted out.

They lay in bed, exhausted and suddenly, Hermione turned to the blonde. "Fleur…Ron said something very interesting. Should I desire to become your mate, would I have to fight you?"

Fleur laughed and stood, dressing. "Yes, this is true, 'ermione. But it is okay. I do not wish for you to 'urt yourself."

Hermione sat up and her brows rose, "Excuse me?"

Fleur smiled and kissed Hermione's head, "You would 'ave to beat me in a duel of magic, 'ermione. You are still recovering from striking yourself with your own spell. Do not worry about it."

With that, she left and Hermione's eye twitched angrily. "Oh that little…gah!" Huffing, she too got out of bed and headed for the kitchen, only to see Fleur had gone.

"Oh they are dead meat." Hermione muttered.

Upon returning to work, Hermione was greeted with applause and back slaps from her co-workers. She smiled and nodded, but quickly made her way to the office. She had some skulls to bust.

"Boys!" She yelled only to see them chatting in the office with Molly. They probably brought her to prevent exactly this. Cowards. Hermione swore mentally and put on a smile, "Hello, Molly."

Molly smiled, "Hermione darling, that's quite the change in tone from earlier. What have they done this time?"

Hermione narrowed her eyes at the two men hiding behind Molly.

"Oh nothing, just completely ruin my chances with the girl of my dreams."

Molly tutted, "Surely not, Hermione. You're smart. I'm certain you can figure everything out without resorting to violence?"

Hermione exhaled through her nose. "Fine."

Molly smiled, not letting on to the fact she was completely terrified that Hermione would simply say 'No' and she'd get caught in the crossfire.

"Good. Now you three behave. I'm off to see your father." She walked around, getting a hug and kiss from the two boys and Hermione, and then she left.

The three of them alone, Hermione glared, "So now fleur thinks I'm incapable of well anything and refuses to duel me for her hand." She lifted her wand and flicked it between them with each word, "Whose. Idea. Was this? Hm?"

They paled and pointed to each other.

Hermione smiled, "I'll kill you both!" She lifted her wand –

"Hermione dear."

Her eye twitched as Molly's voice rang out from behind her. "Yes, Molly?"

"Do behave."

Hermione lowered her wand, "Yes, Molly."

"Thank you." Molly left the building, knowing that Hermione would probably explode any second. "Alright." She said to herself, "No family dinner this month."

A/N: Short, I know. I'm sorry. I'll do better I swear! But guys. Holy shit. Over 400 follows? I seriously underestimated the vastness of this fandom...(Pun intended)