Yule Ball
Ginny Weasley might be one year younger but it didn't impact her relationship with the Trio. Ok, maybe only with Ron because he was her brother, a prat and still treated her like a child but she had a great relationship with the Duo. Harry and Hermione were her best friends, Hermione more so.
Despite knowing Ron's forever interest in Hermione, she had prayed that the bookworm didn't pick her brother as a partner. Why, you ask? Because they just weren't made for each other and Hermione deserves better. It would be a flying car wreck if it happened. In her worry of that happening, she had totally missed this!
"You are dating Fleur Delacour and she asked you to the ball?" She repeated what her best friend had just said to her, flabbergasted.
Hermione blushed and shyly nodded, "I need your help for my hair on the day."
She squealed as she threw herself at her friend and hugged the life out of her, "Oh my god! Oh my god! I'm so happy for you! I know just what you need! We need to go to the Owlery and order some right now!" She grabbed Hermione's arm and pulled her towards the door.
Hermione smiled, relieved at the positive reaction from her friend. She had been slightly worried and it felt good to know she had worried for nothing. She allowed herself to be dragged away. Oh boy, what have I gotten into…
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Now despite being all excited about the ball and preparing for it, Hermione wasn't one to forget about the more important things in the background… The Second Task and Homework, which is why she was currently in the library, a big pile of books splayed over her table. She was trying to do her Potions essay while still looking for a way to get Harry to breathe underwater. Her concentration was broken when a shadow loomed over her books. Looking up, she was startled to find Victor Krum standing by the table, staring at her.
"Hello Herm-own-ninny," he greeted gruffly.
"Mister Krum," she replied politely, body stiffening, not sure why he was talking to her again. Maybe she was thinking too much about this and the Bulgarian only needed a book she took.
"I vould like you to come to the ball vith me," Krum said.
The Gryffindor Head Girl looked at the man in shock. He dared to ask her after everything. "I'm going to have to decline your invitation. I'm already going with someone," she replied curtly.
Krum stiffened and his face contorted with rage, "are you going vith the beast?!" He roared.
Hermione bristled at the disrespect to her girlfriend, "it is none of your concern but if you need to know, yes," she replied confidently, wanting to rub it in his face even more.
Krum slammed his hand on the table, tipping over her inkwell, "it's disgusting! She is nothing but a beast!" He spat, "All she wants is to fuck you and throw you aside!"
The Gryffindor drew her wand before she even had time to think, "This is my girlfriend you are talking about," she took pleasure at the fury that flashed in his black beady eyes, "Better stop badmouthing her if you don't want to get well acquainted with what my wand can do. I suggest you walk away," Her voice left no doubt that it was a threat.
"You are making a mistake, Herm-own-ninny. Come vith me, forget the Veela!" He growled, advancing towards her.
Hermione wasted no time in casting a weak Depulso, pushing him back slightly, "this was a warning. Next time, you will find yourself on the other side of the library," she said, her eyes hard and cold.
Krum glared at her before turning on his heels and stomping away.
The brunette huffed and sank back into her chair, the Durmstrang Champion was really starting to get on her nerves. She quickly cast a spell to fix the inky mess that the Bulgarian had left on her desk.
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She walked into the Common Room to find it surprisingly empty except for a handful of students, spotting Harry and Ginny going over Quidditch tactics.
"Hermione?" she heard calling behind her and turned to find Ron.
"Yes, Ron?"
"I was wondering if you would like to go to the ball with me?" He asked confidently.
Hermione sighed exasperated, pinching her nose, "We have gone through this, Ron. I told you I am not interested."
"Come on Hermione," Ron argued, "How would you know if you haven't tried it? This is our chance!"
"The same way you know you wouldn't go to the ball with Seamus even if you haven't tried it," she replied, gritting her teeth.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Ron asked, confused.
"Forget it and I can't go with you, I'm already going with someone else, " she said, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Bollocks, you are saying that just to send me away!" Ron said forcefully.
"Stop it, Ron," Ginny said, approaching the quarrelling pair with Harry, "she is going with someone else."
Ron looked at his sister's face and realised she was actually not joking. His face went purple as his head whipped to Hermione, "Who?! Who is this bloke you are giving it to?!" he spat.
Hermione's hand shot up before she even registered it slapping Ron right across the face, "You are a disgusting man, Ronald Weasley!" She stormed off through the portrait to her room.
Ron barely had time to allow his cheek to cool down from Hermione's slap before he copped another one, this time from Ginny, "Speak to her like that again and you will never be able to have kids." He stepped back quickly in case Ginny kneed him but the redhead just shook her head and left.
"You are a prat, mate," Harry whispered, looking disappointedly at his friend.
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The day had arrived. Hermione stared at herself in the mirror. Ginny had done an amazing job with her hair. It was tamed into beautiful curls and into an appropriate shape. She knew how much Fleur loved her hair with the number of times that the blonde buried her face into it per day and sighing like it was the best thing ever. Her girlfriend was weird.
She was quite happy with how she looked in her shimmering blue dress with a colour gradient from light blue at the top to dark blue at the hem. The flock had helped her find her dress as she wanted something made of similar cloth to the one she wore to Fleur's birthday party. Fleur and her definitely didn't know what each other was wearing, having only shared the colour so they would match. Blue was the choice since Fleur wanted to represent her school as Champion. The Gryffindor Head Girl didn't mind, blue was definitely the blonde's colour. It brought out the blue of her eyes even more and truth be told, Hermione was quite partial to those cerulean orbs.
She opened the box that Fleur had given her strict instructions not to open until she was finished getting dressed. It was her Christmas present from the blonde. She had promised the French girl that she would give her hers after the ball. Opening it up, she gasped at the heart cut sapphire pendant set on white gold with smaller white diamonds surrounding it. She clasped it around her neck and admired it, running her fingers on her sternum. It kinda reminded her of the pendant in the movie 'Titanic'. She checked the clock on her nightstand and realised she had spent too much time admiring the necklace. She was going to be late! Checking herself one last time, she rushed out, making her way to the Great Hall.
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Fleur waited impatiently at the foot of the stairs, fiddling with her sleeve cufflinks. Harry was already here with Parvati, Krum with a girl she didn't know so the only person missing was Hermione and it was making her nervous.
"Hey, relax. She'll be here," said Ginny as she approached the blonde with Neville, while on her way inside the hall. After all, she had helped the bookworm get ready before she went to get ready herself. She wondered if the Head Girl had gotten her head stuck in a book. Her thoughts were broken when she heard a gasp from the Beauxbatons Champion.
Fleur looked in awe as Hermione descended the stairs towards her. Every time she thinks she has seen the mate at her best, she manages to take her breath away again. She offered her hand as the brunette approached, not taking her eyes away from the vision that was her mate for even a second, "You take my breath away," she whispered sincerely.
Hermione blushed at the compliment and took Fleur's hand, flushing even more as the Veela kissed her hand, eyes not leaving hers throughout. She allowed herself to take in her girlfriend's outfit, dark blue military jacket and slacks, the jacket open in the front to reveal a beautifully embroidered silver shirt, the colour matching the jacket buttons and ornamental braids and embroidery. She noticed the smaller sapphire gem cufflinks peaking by the blonde's wrists that matched her necklace perfectly. The Veela looked absolutely dashing and princely and Hermione was ecstatic to be able to enjoy it this time since she didn't really appreciate it last time, at the Delacour party, given her oblivious self. "You look very handsome," she said, smiling as Fleur flushed slightly.
Fleur offered her arm and led Hermione to where they were all lining up.
"Wow, Hermione! You clean up nicely," said Harry smiling.
"Thank you, Harry," Hermione replied nicely, noticing the stunned look of everyone else.
"Mr Longbottom and Miss Weasley, please make way to the hall. Miss Granger! Finally!" said McGonagal as she approached the couple, "You and Miss Delacour are up in front. We are entering by order of the Tournament standing. First Miss Delacour, then Mr Potter, then Mr Krum."
Hermione allowed herself to be settled in front by the Head of her House. She was feeling really nervous, knowing she was going to open the dance floor with her girlfriend and out herself to the Hogwarts populace. The dancing, she had practised hard so she hoped she didn't make a fool of herself and Fleur or step on her poor girlfriend's foot. The outing part, well she didn't practice that so she wasn't sure what would happen. "It's going to be ok," whispered Fleur in her ear, giving her arm a reassuring squeeze. Hermione smiled in gratitude, the blonde's confident smile putting her a bit at ease.
As per McGonagal's cue, the door opened and Hermione straightened her back and allowed herself to be confidently led through the hall. She could hear murmurs from the crowd but focused herself with what was in front of her and her arm in Fleur's.
The hall was decorated from ceiling to floor, with Christmas decorations. There were multiple Christmas trees spread through the room, covered with tinsel, candy canes and baubles depicting the Hogwarts Houses. There were even some for Beauxbatons and Durmstrang. There were moving statues of a Lion, an Eagle, a Badger and a Serpent on each corner of the room and flanking the Great Hall's door were two more, depicting a Unicorn for Beauxbatons and a Phoenix for Durmstrang. The enchanting ceiling was covered with snow clouds, with flurries falling down and disappearing into nothing once they touched anything.
They took their seats, side by side, at the table set up for Champions and their partners, next to the Headmasters and teachers table. Hermione watched as Professor Dumbledore stood up, greeting everyone before looking at his plate and saying "Pork Chops." The aforementioned dish appeared on his plate.
Hermione smiled and looked at her own plate, wondering what she should ask for. She turned to look at Fleur who looked at her smiling before saying " 'Achis Parmentier." She looked on curiously, as what looked like cottage pie, one of her favourite foods, appeared on the blonde's plate. "Cottage pie?" She asked, wondering why the blonde was ordering something she liked.
"Uh-hmm," Fleur nodded, "but different. The French version. I'd like to share it with you and since it's your favourite dish, I wanted it to be done right so you can experience it properly. The elves are remarkable cooks," she said, smiling.
Hermione's eyes soften at the gesture. It amazed her just how attentive Fleur was to what she liked and disliked. She looked at her own plate and confidently said "Bouillabaisse."
Fleur eye the bowl of French soup and fresh baguette that appeared in the Gryffindor's plate questioningly. Hermione just smiled, "I know you have been missing Bouillabaisse for a while now and we did meet over this dish though it didn't go well, I was thinking we could try again," she said shyly. It had been her fault that things didn't go smoothly between them at the start.
Fleur smiled widely and leaned over to press a kiss on the brunette's cheek, "I would love to. Merci, 'Ermione."
Hermione just blushed at the public display of affection.
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The conversation was flowing brilliantly between them, Harry and Parvati, even with the girl, Elizabeth, who came with Krum. The man in question though, was keeping quiet and Hermione was quite grateful for it but she could still notice his glowering eyes. She had even chatted with Madame Maxime as Fleur introduced her and the Headmistress had been an amazing conversationalist, sitting beside Hagrid and both had partaken into telling embarrassing stories about their pupils, much to Fleur, Hermione and Harry's embarrassment. It was a beautiful night though and Hermione had relaxed, enjoying herself in the company of her girlfriend and best friend.
She had shared her food with the Veela, indulging in Fleur's insistence at feeding her but only for a few times, before she pulled the Hachis Parmentier towards herself and pushed the Bouillabaisse towards the blonde, blushing in embarrassment. No amount of pouting from the French girl was going to make her change her mind. She could already hear the snickers from Harry.
After dinner, the plates and tables were cleared away to make space for a dance floor and Hermione felt her palms sweat as she got nervous. Fleur squeezed her hand and she tried to breathe in deeply.
"Introducing the Champion of Beauxbatons, Fleur Delacour with her companion, Hogwarts Head Girl Hermione Granger," the voice of Dumbledore boomed as he announced them. Hermione allowed Fleur to lead her onto the dance floor.
"Followed by the Champion of Hogwarts, Harry Potter with his companion, Parvati Patil of House Gryffindor," Hermione looked on as a slightly green Harry led Parvati onto the dance floor.
"Followed by the Champion of Durmstrang, Victor Krum with his companion, Elizabeth Martin of House Slytherin."
Hermione didn't bother with Krum, looking at Fleur who was smiling reassuringly at her as she took her hand and slipped the other to her waist. Hermione positioned her hand on the blonde's shoulder and the music started.
Fleur was an amazing lead, expertly manoeuvring them through every step over the dance floor, to the point where Hermione just let go. She laughed when Fleur effortlessly lifted her in the air, twirling before setting her back down. It felt freeing.
"You look 'appy," said Fleur, leading them around. She watched as Hermione's chocolate eyes were shining with joy.
"I am," replied Hermione happily. She couldn't remember the last time she had been so happy.
Fleur lifted her into another twirl, laughing as her girlfriend squealed. Other people had joined onto the dance floor and Fleur laughed when the music suddenly changed from a waltz to the band, Weird Sisters.
"Come on!" Hermione said, letting herself go as they got lost in the throngs of people, pulling Fleur into a more frenzied dancing matching the band's energetic music.
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"Merlin, I need a break, " said Hermione as she panted, a thin sheen of sweat on her forehead.
"Why don't you go sit down, love and I'll get us some drinks?" Fleur asked, looking at the flushed brunette with such adoration.
Hermione nodded, "I'll go see Harry over there," she pointed out at her friend who was with Ron, Neville and Ginny in the corner. She quickly made a beeline for them, "Hey guys," she greeted.
"Hermione, you look absolutely smashing!" Ginny complimented her best friend again, pulling her into a hug.
"Yeah and you and Fleur look great together," Neville smiled at the blushing brunette. Harry chimed in, in agreement.
"Thanks, guys, you are too kind."
"Fleur Delacour, Fleur Delacour was the person you were going to the ball with?!" Ron's voice interrupted.
"Yeah," replied Hermione, feeling defensive suddenly.
"She is the enemy, you are fraternising with Harry's competition!" He argued.
"No, I'm not!" Hermione replied.
"She is probably using you to get information from Harry! How can you betray your friend like that?" He spat.
"It's nothing like that! She has actually been helping Harry!" Hermione spat back.
"What she is saying is true, Ron-" said Harry trying to defuse the situation.
"How can you be so naive, Hermione. She looks like she is helping but she is probably biding her time to sabotage Harry and is using you for it!" He replied, looking at her like she was stupid.
Hermione huffed, already feeling her blood pressure rising, "enough Ron, I don't need your approval to do anything and will not allow you to badmouth my girlfriend anymore." Her tone was harsh and bordering on murderous.
"Girlfriend?!" Ron choked, "What has gotten into you?! She is a Veela and has you under her thrall. She is a sexual predator and will probably just fuck you and throw you aside!"
Hermione didn't even have time to do anything when she saw Ginny knee her brother's crotch hard.
"I told you to behave last time!" spat the redhead girl as she watched her pathetic excuse of a brother crumple down on the floor.
"I've had enough of you, Ron. You have crossed too many lines," said Hermione, fuming at the redhead boy on the floor before looking up to Harry, "Sorry Harry but I can't do this anymore. I can't be friends with him anymore. I'm not asking you to choose but I can't be around him anymore."
Harry could only nod sadly as he watched the brunette swivel around and exit the Hall.
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"'Ermione?" Fleur called out. She had seen the brunette exit the Hall with a troubled look and had tried to follow her. She could feel a twinge of Hermione's emotions and it didn't feel good. She hoped to find her soon. She allowed her instincts to guide her and found herself in one of the Greenhouses, "'Ermione?"
"Fleur?" Hermione looked up from the bench she was sitting on and realised she had left her date, Fleur, all by herself at the ball.
"Hey…" Fleur approached the brunette and took a seat next to her.
"I'm so sorry for leaving you behind, Fleur! I had an altercation with Ron and just needed to get out of there," she said sadly, feeling like she had ruined the night.
"It's okay," replied Fleur, pulling the brunette into her arms and depositing a gentle kiss on her forehead, "just promise me that next time you won't leave me behind and you will come whisk me away with you instead."
Hermione smiled in the blonde's chest, "I promise," she whispered, "I'm sorry for ruining our night. I was having so much fun with you."
"Ah but the night is not ruined nor is it over 'Ermione."
The bookworm looked up at the smiling blonde feeling confused, "How so?" she asked.
Fleur let go of the brunette and stood up, "will you dance wiz me, 'Ermione?" she asked, offering her hand.
Hermione blushed and nodded, taking the blonde's hand. She was gently pulled off her bench. She suddenly noticed the chill in the air, sending a shiver through her body but it was quickly dissipated when Fleur pulled her tightly by the waist, into her arms. Hermione looked into her girlfriend's eyes and allowed her arms to wrap around the French's shoulders and neck.
A slow song started playing from somewhere and Fleur started swaying them to the tune. As always, Hermione was instantly captivated and mesmerised by Fleur's cerulean eyes. Her blue orbs were shining with intensity. She again wondered why she was so taken by them, despite having seen them up close so many times. Tonight, they twinkled freely with happiness and love. It was beautiful. It was amazing and scary to know that she was the cause of it, that she held so much power over the blonde's emotions, that she meant so much to the French woman...
The music slowed and so did their swaying but the two of them were too deeply focused on each other to mind.
Hermione allowed her hand around Fleur's shoulder to drift upwards slightly, gently tangling her fingers into the Veela's silvery hair. "Fleur…" she breathed out.
"Mon amour," Fleur whispered back breathlessly as a shiver ran down her spine due to her mate's ministrations with her hair and scalp. Her eyes fluttered shut involuntarily.
Hermione watched in awe as Fleur responded to her touch, she felt powerful and suddenly craved more. She pulled her other hand and placed it against the blonde's chest, feeling the thundering heartbeat underneath her palm.
Fleur grabbed her girlfriend's waist tighter and pulled her into her chest, capturing her lips in a bruising kiss.
"Gods Fleur," Hermione groaned against the blonde's mouth, pushing her tongue against Fleur's. Her body felt hot.
Fleur played with Hermione's tongue, licking, sucking and flicking, not getting enough of her mate's taste… she wanted more. She pulled away and started kissing and nipping along Hermione's jawline until she reached her neck and sucked earnestly, wanting to mark the pale creamy skin.
Hermione groaned, pushing Fleur's head harder against her neck. Her hands ran down the blonde's body, exploring the shape of it and grabbed her shirt and pulled up, untucking them from the Veela's pants and using the opening to slip her hands in.
Fleur growled when she felt Hermione's palms spread against her abs, carefully exploring every crevice with her fingers. "'Ermione," she husked against the brunette's throat as she pushed her backwards gently until Hermione's legs hit the bench. Fleur followed Hermione as she laid the bookworm down on the bench, settling carefully on top of her.
"Merlin, Fleur!" Hermione had never felt so hot before, she was boiling and when Fleur's weight settled on her, she was set on fire. She trailed her fingers around the blonde's waist onto her strong back, exploring every inch of the soft silky skin she could reach. She could feel Fleur's strong muscles.
"Mon Dieu 'Ermione, you are so exquisite" Fleur groaned into her mate's curly hair.
Noise outside made them still and they realised that the ball must have ended and the students were going back to their rooms. They awkwardly sat up, Hermione flushing as she shyly rebuttoned Fleur's shirt where the buttons had slipped open with all her pulling.
"I'm sorry if I was too forward," said Fleur shyly as she tucked her shirt back into her pants.
"There is nothing to apologise for, Fleur. I was being forward too," she said, blushing furiously as she remembered the hotness of the blonde's skin under her palm.
"Let me escort you to your room?" Fleur asked.
Hermione looked at the blonde and nodded. After checking that they both looked presentable and the Head Girl flushing as she covered the marks on her neck, the two girls made their way back into the castle.
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They walked quietly, hand in hand, Hermione leading them to the portrait to her room in the hallway, not wanting to go through the Common Room. "We are here," she said as they reached in front of a large portrait of a lioness atop a boulder. Fleur could see the representation of her mate in the portrait, a true Gryffindor with the heart and courage of a lioness.
"I had an amazing night wiz you, 'Ermione. Goodnight ma belle, " Fleur whispered, placing a lingering kiss on Hermione's lips.
"I had an amazing night as well, Fleur. Goodnight…" Hermione replied.
Fleur smiled and nodded, turning to walk away when she found herself being pulled into Hermione's room, the brunette burying her face into her chest.
"Don't go…" Hermione whispered, her face burning at her action, "we don't have to do anything. I… I just don't want you to go."
Fleur wrapped her arms around her mate, whispering directly into her ear, "I'll stay if you want me to."
Hermione reluctantly pulled away from the blonde and smiled shyly, "I'll get you something to change into," she said as she walked to her cupboard. She handed some pyjamas to the blonde and pointed her towards the bathroom.
"Oh," Hermione interrupted before Fleur could open the bathroom, "I nearly forgot," she rummaged through her desk drawers and pulled out a wrapped box, "Merry Christmas, Fleur."
Fleur smiled and excitedly took the box from the brunette. She had gotten a lot of presents from her family, waiting for her at the foot of her bed when she woke up this morning but Hermione's promise of a gift after she had given the brunette the pendant was what she had been waiting for the most. Carefully peeling the wrapping paper off, she opened the box, revealing a blue and silver scarf, in a similar style of the Gryffindor scarf she had seen Hermione wear. What was different though, was the F.D knitted it into it at the ends. She ran her finger over the silvery letters.
"I knitted it…" said Hermione, cheeks red in embarrassment, "It was my first time and I'm not sure I did a good job but I've added a heating charm to it…"
"Merci 'Ermione," replied Fleur pulling the brunette into her arms and depositing a gentle kiss on her lips, "I love it," she added with a smile.
Hermione looked into the blonde's eyes and could see the sincerity in it. She smiled back and gave the blonde a kiss in return.
Once they both had their turn to freshen up and get changed, they both slipped under the heavy crimson blanket, Hermione immediately gravitating towards Fleur, who wasted no time in wrapping her arms around the Gryffindor and pulling her closer into her body, a soft glow thrown over them from the lit fireplace.
Hermione sighed in contentment as she snuggled deeper into Fleur's arms, "Thank you for staying, Fleur."
"Anything for you, ma belle," Fleur whispered, totally content with having Hermione resting on her chest, head tucked under her chin.
"Thank you for everything today, you are amazing, Fleur," Hermione said, pressing a hot kiss against Fleur's throat, feeling her body be set aflame as the blonde groaned under her. She copied the blonde's actions in the greenhouse and started sucking on the pale skin, watching in awe as it turned red.
"'Ermione?" Fleur groaned as a question.
Shyly looking up, Hermione watched as the blue eyes liquified in arousal and squeezed her legs together to contain the throbbing down there. "I… I don't think I'm ready to go all the way Fleur, but maybe… if you are comfortable...we..we can kiss a bit more? And touch?" Hermione stammered, flushing brightly at her words.
Fleur looked at the brunette in surprise before smiling to reassure her, "I would love to kiss and touch you more, my 'Ermione. What about ze upper body only?" she asked.
Hermione nodded hesitantly, she could get comfortable with that.
"I'll just lay down and allow you to continue," whispered Fleur, seeing how nervous the brunette was. She pecked Hermione's lips to reassure her and settled back against her pillow.
Hermione blushed and hesitantly took her spot back at Fleur's neck, enjoying how the blonde shivered under her when her warm breath caressed the neck column. Her previous ministrations had already marked a bright red spot on the blonde's pale skin. She picked an unblemished spot and started at it, nibbling and sucking before lapping at the bruised skin to soothe. It was amazing how much she was enjoying this.
Fleur hissed, groaned and moaned under Hermione's treatment and slipped her hands under the brunette's chemise to lightly scratch at her back, loving the little mewl that escaped her mate's lips.
Hermione twirled her finger shyly around Fleur's shirt button for a minute before she got the courage to pop it open. Hearing no objection from the blonde, she continued to the next button, keeping her face buried in the French girl's neck. It was only when she ran out of buttons that she ran her hand over Fleur's chest only for her to sit up when she encountered just skin… just skin... Merlin, she's not wearing a bra! Hermione gasped at the exposed breasts right in front of her face.
Fleur laughed at Hermione's face, "it's ok, 'Ermione."
Hermione blushed and replied, "you are beautiful, Fleur" and pressed a kiss on the blonde's sternum. She had never thought she would like breasts so much.
"May I?" asked Fleur, reaching for the hem of Hermione's chemise.
Hermione smiled bashfully and nodded, allowing Fleur to pull garment over her head, leaving her in her black bra. Seeing the question in the blonde's face, she nodded again and shivered when Fleur flicked her bra open, tossing it away, leaving her exposed. She resisted the instinct of wrapping her arms around herself to hide.
"You are magnificent, mon amour, " whispered Fleur, admiring her love with smouldering eyes.
Hermione was sure her whole body had a flush with the way Fleur was looking at her. It made her feel giddy to see Fleur's desire for her so clearly reflected in her eyes and she was sure her own eyes mirrored the same. After all, Fleur was absolutely gorgeous. She settled herself back against the blonde and sighed at the feeling of skin on skin, it felt so good... She wondered what it would feel like when they would be completely skin on skin and felt a hard throb in between her legs just at the thought of it.
Fleur sighed and captured Hermione's lips for a deep kiss. It was amazing and perfect, being skin to skin with her mate. She felt a sense of security and fulfilment she had never felt before.
They stayed like this, kissing and exploring until they fell asleep in each other's arms.
RESPONSE TO REVIEWERS:
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