This is something new and while i had thought i might make it a Fleurmione i've decided while writing this chapter that i just don't see it. I like Bill and Fleur together and Fleur being more someone that Hermione can go to when the Gay Panic really sets in. That said while i have a small idea who i would like the endgame to be i'm open to suggestions. Or even if you want to see a scene between Hermione and some other female character that you wouldn't normally drop a suggestion i can try and work it in tastefully as i am posting this one as i go with it not pre-writing it and then posting it all on a schedule.
Reviews please!
There will be mistakes I know.
Things had been so very different after the war. The typical things happened. People shacked up, got pregnant or got career driven in order to right the wrongs of the past. Hermione herself hadn't been above that though she definitely wasn't ready for children. Instead she and Ron had gotten together after that year where he was in Auror training and she went back to school.
Hermione had even lost her virginity to her ginger friend, she'd enjoyed it for the most part. But it seemed lacking to her and she wasn't sure why. That first time had really opened her eyes though, she'd come to really enjoy physical intimacy. Her love language apparently was touch. Yet Ron seemed to want to do the deed and roll over and sleep, he wasn't much of a cuddler much to her disappointment.
It was because of this really, and she was aware of what sort of terrible person that made her, but it was for this reason that Hermione was glad Ron was away with work. She'd dressed up, it was a few weeks until her and Ron's official 12 month anniversary and he was due back before then but Hermione was really struggling with herself. She needed, and she wasn't entirely sure what, but she knew that even with her love for him Ron wouldn't be able to give her what ever it was if he were there.
So she was wearing a rather attractive red strapless dress that hugged her figure, she'd used a concealment glamour to hide the scar on her arm and she's gone to Muggle London of all places. She was less likely to be found out there and she needed… she needed company.
Yet when she walked confidently into the closest club to where she had apparated she realised that maybe, as bad as this was. That she should just let go and make the most of it. Which she learned three drinks in and on her way to tipsy that that was easier said than done.
It felt like the fates were messing with her. She was chatting lightly with a guy that had absolutely chance but was nice enough just not what she was looking for. She felt it first; a tingle up the back of her neck that made the hairs on her arms stand on end. She was mid sentence when she turned to see two sets of blue eyes across the way.
One pair was dark like the ocean yet inviting and intensely curious while the other was lighter, extremely familiar yet not at the same time with a look of surprise and curiosity. Hermione swallowed and rose to go to them when a somewhat clammy hand wrapped around her wrist. Breaking eye contact she looked at the hand and then the man it belonged too.
"Where are you going?" He frowns at her.
"Not that it's any of your business I've seen some friends of mine." Hermione sniffs at him and pulls at her arm only for him to grip tighter.
"You can't leave we were talking. I bought you a drink." He huffs annoyed at being snubbed.
"I'd let her go if I were you mate." Bill Weasley spoke up when he and his wife had come to a stop beside the other pair.
"Back off, mate. I got no issue with you." The guy scowls.
"Oh non, it is not my 'usband you should be worried about. It is ze lady you 'ave your 'and on you should mind." Fleur smirks drawling in her accented way.
When the man finally looked back at Hermione he actually blanched and stepped back finally letting go of her. She looked positively ferocious. Bill and Fleur were smirking as well and the Man cut his losses and walked away with a scowl.
"Hermione…what are you doing here?" Bill asks after a moment.
"Um. What are you two doing in muggle London?" Hermione asks instead.
"Probably the same thing you're doing except you know… that's not likely because you're dating my little brother." Bill offers after a moment a frown now creasing his brow.
"Well I doubt I was going home with anyone." Hermione rolls her eyes lightly.
"Yeah I'm not sure that's the point, Mione. Why are you here?" Bill frowns wanting an answer.
"I don't know! Because I am. I wanted a drink, I wanted to go somewhere where people don't know me for my war efforts." Hermione heaves a frustrated sigh.
"You were trying to pick someone up and cheat on my brother." Bill accuses suddenly.
"Yes! That was the idea!" Hermione growls out.
"Why?" Fleur asks simply and Bill frowns again.
"I don't think that matters babe." Bill huffs at her.
"I zink it does. People don't cheat for no reason." Fleur points out casually.
"It would have to be a damn good reason." Fleur sighs at her husband.
"Cher, will you please go and get us a drink…. Somewhere else?" Fleur asks her husband with a small smile.
Bill heaves a sigh and moves away from the pair and goes to the bar to do as asked. Fleur watches him go before looking back to Hermione and taking the smaller witches hand before taking her back to where Hermione had seen them the first time. There was a table booth there.
"So will you tell me why?" Fleur smiles softly.
"I'm lonely. I don't know why. Even when he's there it doesn't… and I like when he's there. I like the intimacy when he's home but it doesn't… it's not. I just. I don't know Fleur. I wanna fuck someone, and I wanna cuddle afterwards and I want to talk to someone who isn't confused by the mention of Kelpie blood in healing potions." Hermione heaves a sigh and rubs her face.
"Ahh. Do you love 'im?" Fleur was always gentle with Hermione anymore. Ever since she had healed her after she'd been tortured.
"I do. I just… I don't know how much anymore. But he's safe. And he's comfortable." Hermione sighs dropping her head back. This really hasn't been how she had planned all this going tonight.
"Safe isn't giving you good sex and fulfilling relationship. It's making you come to a place like zis." Fleur points out and Hermione sighs.
"Yeah I know. I messed up. I don't think I was leaving with anyone anyways. Nothings felt right." Hermione admits as Bill joins them.
"When you decided to come out 'ere what was you intention?" Fleur asks after smiling her thanks for the drink at her husband. Hermione doing the same as what looked like a martini was put in front of her.
"My intention? I don't… I… I wanted to go home with someone for a while." Hermione admits after a while.
"So you need to break up with Ron. Don't do this to him." Bill says firmly and Hermione sighs but nods.
"I mean yes, you're right. And I will when he's back from his mission." Hermione gets out after a moment.
"And in the mean time?" Bill looks at Hermione pointedly.
"I'm going to stop you from finding a third for just a little longer before I go home. Alone." Hermione offers with a half smirk.
Fleur watched them both curiously for a moment but her gaze lingered on Hermione. She could see so much there on the smaller witches face even in the dim light of the bar. She was lonely and it seemed she was desperate enough to do this sort of thing.
"I need ze bazroom, will you come wiz me 'Ermione?" Fleur asks suddenly.
"Sure." Hermione didn't even hesitate, she saw no issue with that. Bill quirked an eyebrow at his wife but didn't comment.
Fleur rose from her seat and took Hermione's hand and the pair made their way to the bathroom. There was a very short line that they were at the end of and had at most a five minute wait. But eventually they were able to make their way in locking the door behind them.
"I want to try somezing." Fleur rounded on Hermione as soon as the door latch snicked closed. Hermione stepped back into the door at the suddenness of it.
"Fleur?" Hermione asks confused looking at the witch for a moment before Fleur stepped right into Hermiones personal space and surprised the little witch by kissing her.
Hermione didn't immediately respond to it but suddenly something seemed to click. This felt like nothing else she'd experienced to date. Kissing Fleur was soft heat and hard excitement at the same time. The gentle press of the Veela's body against her own, the warmth of hands that settled at her waist. The gentle press of Fleurs breasts against her own. It was all enough to have Hermione returning the kiss with gusto.
"Mm 'mione… I zink you are at ze wrong bar." Fleur hummed lightly as she leaned back out of the kiss, both women out of breath.
"What do you mean?" Hermione frowns breathing heavily.
"I zink you should try a gay bar. Straight women don't kiss ozer women ze way you just kissed me." Fleur smiles reassuringly as she delivers this.
"You think I'm gay based off of one kiss?" Hermione was mildly affronted.
"Non, I zink you are gay based off a few observations and one very good kiss." Fleur moved back to wash her hands out of habit of simply being in the bathroom.
"You're going to have to elaborate." Hermione huffs softly.
"Take your fourth year. You enjoyed watching us Beauxbatons girls. I saw you watching Felice more zan once. You were per'aps more annoyed wiz Ronald zough to realise. Zen we might consider ze way it was Luna and myself zat gave you ze most comfort when you were at Shell cottage. Not your boys. And yes, ze way you kissed me was… intense. And if I did not want to keep zings as simple and easy as possible wiz my 'usband and 'is family I would ask you 'ome wiz us." Fleur says seriously watching the way Hermione's eyes shift slightly as she considered that herself.
"Oh god… how did I not realise?" Hermione's eyes widened with realisation. Fleur laughs lightly and kisses the witches cheek before leading her back out of the bathroom.