Chapter 25: The Bulgarians
"Igor," greeted Dumbledore as the Durmstrang Headmaster walked into his office, "have a seat." He offered, "To what do I owe your visit?"
"I wish to speak about Krum, the Tournament," he said, pausing to eye the Triwizard Cup held on a podium in the office, "and the Quidditch Final." He added, shifting his eye to the Quidditch Cup replica that was made specifically for the mixed school competition.
Dumbledore nodded, "It seems that this conversation requires the presence of Madame Maxime as well," he watched as Karkaroff nodded, "please wait here as I go fetch her," he said, getting up from his chair. "You can help yourself to some lemon drops if you want," he added, waving at a little tin box on his desk.
Karkaroff smiled but shook his head, "No thank you, Dumbledore."
"Fair enough, I shall be back soon," he said before exiting the room.
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Karkaroff walked briskly through the lower deck of the Durmstrang ship to where their training room was. Krum was there, sweaty and grunting as he lifted weights to keep in shape for the coming task.
"Krum!" Karkaroff barked, watching as the boy winced and put down his weights before walking to him, shoulders all tight and defensive, "Did what I said to you last time get through your thick skull?"
"Yes, Headmaster," Krum replied with difficulty. He hated having to follow the rules of the man.
"Good, you will not bring any more shame to our school, boy! I have managed to convince Dumbledore to let you play in the Quidditch Final but he will be keeping an eye on you throughout. Not one silly move towards that Veela, you hear! You will NOT become the first Durmstrang student to get disqualified from the Third Task before it even started, you hear me boy? You are here to win this Tournament, to bring glory to Durmstrang!" Karkaroff growled, getting into his face, "I will not accept failure this time!"
"Yes Sir," Krum answered obediently, rage simmering inside.
"Good," Karkaroff nodded, "now go do what you need to do to get ready for the match!" He barked before swivelling and exiting the room. The stupid boy had nearly ruined everything with his actions during the Second Task, he was not going to allow any more fuck ups.
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Fleur walked into the carriage's common room after having a meeting with Madame Maxime. She smiled when she saw Hermione playing Exploding Snaps with Gabrielle. It was really nice to see how well Hermione was getting along with her family… like she had been part of it for a long time. It made Fleur ecstatic as it gave her a glimpse of what the future would look like and she couldn't wait! She approached the pair and deposited a kiss on Hermione's hair as a greeting.
"Fleur! You are back!" Hermione exclaimed, taking her eyes off the game.
"Oui, mon chou. I'm all yours now," she said, slipping into a chair next to her, grinning as the brunette flushed at her words.
"What did Madame want?" asked Gabrielle, curiously.
"She wanted to speak of my preparations for ze Third Task and make sure I wasn't slacking off," replied Fleur, shrugging.
"Have you?" asked Hermione worriedly. She didn't want her love to not be prepared because she was spending all her time with her.
"Non, mon amour," Fleur gently reassured her girlfriend, "I have been training."
Hermione breathed a sigh of relief.
"You worry too much, mon trésor," Fleur chuckled as she pecked the Gryffindor's cheek.
"Ugh," Gabrielle groaned, "you both are sickly sweet! I might vomit!"
Fleur just pulled her tongue out at the younger blonde who mirrored her older sister.
Hermione chuckled at the siblings' antics.
"Disgusting!" Gabrielle teased, making faces at Fleur.
"Disgusting?!" roared Fleur, acting affronted before her face shifted to a smirk, "I'll show you disgusting," and with that, she took a long lick at Hermione's cheek.
Hermione squeaked in mortification as she felt a wetness trail on her cheek. She could hear Gabrielle shout "Ewww" before bursting into laughter with Fleur. Gathering her wits, she turned to her girlfriend and scowled, wiping the saliva on her face with her sleeve.
Fleur heaved as she tried to breathe while laughing, holding her stomach, "Mon Dieu! You should 'ave seen your face, ma chèrie!" Gabrielle laughed with her.
Hermione couldn't keep her scowl as she watched the two blondes laugh at her expense and joined it, chuckling, "I'll get you back for that," she warned Fleur.
"I cannot wait," Fleur smirked, wiggling her eyebrows exaggeratedly.
Hermione swatted her, flushing at the implications. Her blonde was such a horndog sometimes.
Gabrielle grinned at the couple. She was happy for her sister. Hermione was a perfect fit for her and their family.
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After spending much time with Gabrielle and the others, the couple shuffled out to go for a walk to the lake, wanting some alone time with each other. It was dark outside with only the moonlight illuminating their path. They got to their secluded spot pretty fast, Fleur cleared up the ground, setting up their light jars.
Hermione giggled when Fleur pulled her in and twirled her before taking her by the waist and leading her into a dance to a silent song.
"Fleur! What are we doing?" Hermione laughed.
"Dancing, ma chèrie, obviously!" Fleur laughed with her.
"There is no music!" Hermione mock-argued and was surprised when Fleur pulled her forcefully into her chest, eyes dark-blue, swimming with a storm of emotions. Hermione's heart skipped a beat.
"I dance to ze music of your 'earbeats, 'Ermione," Fleur whispered as Hermione's breath hitched at the words, "you are ze music of my life," the blonde said sincerely, voice husky and heavy with emotions. "Tu es l'amour de ma vie... ze love of my life."
Hermione threaded her fingers in Fleur's golden locks and pulled her into a reverent kiss, eyes tearing as she whispered back against insistent lips, "you are mine, Fleur… my love… my life."
Fleur gently lowered Hermione to the grass, smiling at her before taking her wand and casting a quick Silencing spell and a 'Notice-Me-Not' around them.
Hermione flushed at the meaning but pulled the Veela back to her lips for more. She moaned as she tasted the blonde when their tongues slid against each other. She wrapped her lips around the pink muscle and sucked gently, goosebumps erupting on her skin as Fleur moaned into her. She wanted to elicit more delicious sounds from her blonde, hear every single one of them. Deciding to take matters into her own hand, she pulled Fleur's sweater off and started unbuttoning her girlfriend's shirt, surprised when it revealed the Veela not wearing a bra.
Fleur took the momentary stupor of the brunette to banish the brunette's garments at the wave of her hand, undressing her fully. She wasn't really in the mood to wait.
Hermione felt the grass against her back and the chilly air for a second before Fleur's warming spells got to her. Banishing the blonde's remaining garments with the same wordless spell, she watched in hunger as Fleur shivered deliciously at the momentary cold. "You are magnificent," she whispered, eyeing the blonde hovering over her.
"Nowhere near as magnificent as you, mon amour," Fleur whispered lovingly against Hermione's neck as she lowered herself on top of the brunette, enjoying Hermione's hiss as their skin touched.
They kissed wantonly, hands roaming with abandon, no hesitation in their hearts. Hermione bit onto Fleur's earlobe, using the momentary surprise as the blonde groaned to flip them around, sitting up as she hovered over the Veela.
Fleur's hand immediately went to grip Hermione's waist as she looked at the vision in front of her. Glistening skin, heaving chest, unruly hair, freckled face, and blown pupils, illuminated by moonlight. It made Fleur feel like her chest would cave in.
Hermione lowered herself onto the blonde, hissing as Fleur's hard washboard abs made contact with her wet sex. Bracing herself against the ground with her arms, her hips bucked by themselves and she groaned as the contours and ridges of Fleur's abs rubbed deliciously against her.
Fleur gulped as Hermione threw her head back, eyes fluttering shut, lost in desire. She growled, gripping the brunette's waist tighter, pulling Hermione harder into her.
Hermione mewled at the added pressure against her centre and leaned her body forward, angling her clit to better rub against the deliciously hard yet soft abs. She whimpered as the feeling became more intense, her hips picking up speed. Her hands fisted the grass underneath in a tight hold as the delirious feeling of Fleur underneath her, spread through her body right to her toes.
"Look at me, mon amour," Fleur demanded. She watched as Hermione blinked her eyes open and settled them on Fleur's.
Fleur's eyes were smouldering and Hermione felt her body catching fire. She lowered down her body completely on the blonde's, not breaking their eye contact as her breaths became erratic and her hips lost all sense of rhythm, thrusting wildly against the blonde. Hermione threw her arms around the blonde as she hit her apex, crying out Fleur's name into the wind. "Fleur... Fleur!" she panted heavily as wave upon wave of pleasure crashed through her.
Fleur held her love tightly as she watched multiple waves of ecstasy washed over her mate, face in rapture, skin flushed and pupils blown wide, irises lost in black. There wasn't any other vision more beautiful to Fleur than Hermione coming undone. She could feel a gush of hot wetness against her tight abs and moaned loudly. She was powerless as she followed Hermione over the precipice.
They lied down for a few minutes, sweaty skin cooling in the air as they tried to catch their breath. Fleur smiled and whispered to Hermione's ear, "I love you… more than anything in this world."
Hermione shivered and pressed a kiss on the blonde's sweaty skin underneath, she felt safe and cherished, here nestled in her Veela's arms. There was no other feeling like it. "I love you too," she whispered back, lifting her head to look into the cerulean orbs she loved so much. She pressed gentle kisses to Fleur's eyelids, her nose, her cheeks before capturing her lips into a deep kiss, hoping to convey every emotion swirling inside her. It seems Fleur understood though as she felt the arms tighten around her as the Veela kissed her back with all the love she could muster.
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The next morning found the couple wrapped around each other in the Veela's bedroom. They had walked back to the carriage at the crack of dawn, after making love all night long. Thank Merlin, it was Sunday so they could sleep in but Fleur was already awake, deliciously sore and just enjoying playing with Hermione's unruly curls. The brunette was still slumbering peacefully against her chest, occasionally murmuring incomprehensible words, which Fleur found really endearing. Unfortunately, she couldn't spend the whole day in bed. They had the Quidditch Final against Durmstrang in the afternoon and Fleur had to make sure she ate and got all her equipment ready.
Not wanting to disturb the brunette's sleep, she reluctantly and carefully shuffled out from underneath her mate, pressing a kiss to the Gryffindor's forehead before going off to have a shower. Standing under the hot water jet for a while, she just let her hair soak, enjoying the warmth seeping into her bones on the usual cold Scottish morning. Just as she was reaching for the soap, a pair of arms circled her and Fleur gasped as she felt a naked front press against her back.
Hermione pressed a kiss against the blonde's wet shoulder, "you weren't in bed," she pouted.
Fleur giggled and wrapped her arms over Hermione's, "I didn't 'ave ze 'eart to wake you, mon Soleil."
"Why are you up so early?" Hermione whined, peppering a trail of kisses on the Veela's shoulder up to the back of her neck.
"Je suis desolé, mon amour, but I 'ave to get ready for ze match…" said Fleur, reaching for the soap again.
Hermione sighed and pulled the soap out of Fleur's hands and started soaping the blonde herself. If she wasn't going to get morning sex, then at least she will enjoy a wet and soapy Fleur Delacour.
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The shower took longer than usual, even if they didn't get a chance to fool around… much. It wasn't Hermione's fault that she found a wet Fleur irresistible and hands wandered. They got dressed and walked to the castle hand in hand, going directly to the kitchen since they missed breakfast.
"Miss Granger! Miss Delacour!" Dobby greeted them, shuffling them to a table, "what can I get you this morning!"
"Thank you, Dobby, we missed breakfast zis morning," said Fleur, giving a mock-glare at Hermione who, for once, didn't blush and just smirked at the blonde.
"It's ok, Miss! Let Dobby know what you would like!"
They got themselves some croissants, jam and hot chocolate to start the day, with Fleur complimenting every elf who was cooking in the kitchen. Hermione smiled at her girlfriend, looking all light and free, she was practically glowing. After finishing their food and thanking all the elves profusely, they walked back to the carriage where the flock were gathering their items to go sit in the clearing they had commandeered in the woods. Fleur quickly went to grab her broom and other equipment and they set out.
A few minutes later, they were all sitting on the grass, the players polishing and checking their brooms, some test flying theirs around to check their alignment while mates and friends were helping by giving out energy tonics and massages. Hermione herself was sitting on a log with Fleur between her legs, massaging the blonde's shoulders as she tinkered with her broom's tail twigs.
"You better not give me a repeat of your first match here," Hermione said to her girlfriend.
Fleur laughed, "Mon amour, I don't choose zhese outcomes!"
Gabrielle dropped onto the ground in front of them, "but zhey always find you!" she chirped.
Alexia joined them, throwing a rag to Fleur who caught it one-handed, "make sure you wipe it all clean from the wax you put on the other day, you don't want it to slip mid-air."
Fleur grinned at her family, they were such worriers, "I know," she calmly replied as she started wiping down the rosewood handle of her broom.
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The time for the match came quickly and Hermione gave a kiss of luck to her blonde before she disappeared down the hallway to join her other teammates. She turned to see Rachel doing the same with Quinn, while Santana and Brittany had pinkies linked as they walked together behind Fleur.
"Come on, let's find a good spot to watch," Rachel smiled at her and together, they walked to the stands. Hermione was surprised to see Harry and Ginny already sitting with Gabrielle and Alexia.
"We came to support Fleur," Harry explained as he shuffled to make room for the Gryffindor Head Girl.
"Yep, as it is said, if you cannot beat them, join them! Also what kind of best friends would we be if we didn't come to support your girlfriend, Hermione" Ginny grinned, "Go Beauxbatons!" she cheered as the teams came out of the tunnels.
They were joined by Luna and Neville who spotted them. Luna was sporting a musketeer hat with a massive plume and a unicorn horn at the front that was spitting out blue sparkles at every movement. The Beauxbatons students around them found it really amazing and with a quick Geminio from the blonde Ravenclaw, they all got one to wear.
Hermione found Fleur without problem, despite the multiple blondes in the team. She could recognise the blonde from any distance, even if she had been without the shiny Captain badge securing her cape to her chest, but what shocked her was the presence of Krum in the lineup for Durmstrang.
"Is that Krum?" Alexia asked incredulously, voicing out the exact thought she had.
Hermione jumped to her feet and took the stairs by two until she was where the staff were all seated. Not caring about propriety, she stopped right in front of Dumbledore and glared at the Headmaster, "What is Krum doing here?! I thought you told me he was banned from the grounds!"
Dumbledore turned to look at the fuming Head Girl and calmly explained, "Indeed he is except for this event, Miss Granger. It would not be a fair match if we were to ban Durmstrang's best player. We are all here, keeping a careful eye on the proceedings to make sure nothing happens."
"Wha-? How can you say that?! Don't you remember Harry in Third Year!? You were all here and the Dementors still got to him!" she snapped.
"Miss Granger!" Professor McGonagall shrilled, appalled at the behaviour of the Gryffindor Head Girl, "please behave yourself!"
"It's ok, Minerva," Dumbledore said, waving at the Transfiguration Professor, "Miss Granger, I assure you that we are taking the necessary precautions so that everything goes without incident. Madame Maxime is here to do the same as well."
Hermione glanced at the Beauxbatons Headmistress, who looked like she didn't want the Bulgarian Champion on the pitch either but didn't get much choice. The large woman nodded to her and Hermione felt herself relax a little bit. Dumbledore might not care much about the blonde but Madame Maxime would surely not allow anything to happen to her Champion. Nodding stiffly, she briskly walked back to her seat.
"What did zhey say?" asked Gabrielle, nervously.
"Dumbledore said that he is allowed here for this event to make the match a fair one. That all of them are here to make sure nothing happens," growled Hermione, crossing her arms on her chest. She didn't like it one bit.
"Nonsense!" hissed Alexia, angered at their reasoning.
"I know…" Hermione scowled, "there is nothing we can do but let it be known that if Krum lifts even his little finger towards her, I'll hex him out of the sky, consequences be damned!"
A smile inadvertently bloomed on Alexia's face. Hermione would be a good Chief-Consort, a great leader to their flock.
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Fleur stared at the Bulgarian Seeker as she mounted her broom. They both had refused to shake each other's hands and thankfully Madame Hooch hadn't pushed the issue. A kick to the ground and she was in the air, in line with her teammates. She felt the want to win even more with Krum as her opponent. He dared think Hermione was his, could be his! What a joke! She traced an F on her cheek, watching as the Bulgarian's eyes flared at the reminder of his defeat in their sword duel, and the faint scar remaining on his cheek.
Madame Hooch released the Snitch and Bludgers and Fleur felt it flutter around her before shooting away, disappearing in the distance. As soon as Madame Hooch threw the Quaffle in the air, the match started with a blow of the whistle.
Fleur was quickly flanked by two Durmstrang players. They seem to be already wary that she would join the Quaffle game with the Chasers but she used that to her advantage, veering away from where the action was happening, creating space for her teammates. She could see the two Durmstrang players soon got conflicted and fell away from her to get back into the fray.
She pulled her broom and ascended higher in the air, hovering over her own goals. She watched attentively as Brittany and Quinn flew circles around the Durmstrang team, scoring the match's second goal already.
Lee Jordan: A second goal for Beauxbatons from Chaser Brittany Pierce! A strong start from the French Team.
Durmstrang launched an attack as soon as the play restarted, with their Beaters expertly pushing away anyone who was approaching their Chasers, seemingly picking up their game. Fleur followed closely behind as Krum rushed the Beauxbatons Keeper, Ines, clipping her broom and destabilising her as soon as one of the Durmstrang shot for goal. Fleur dove just in time to catch the Quaffle just before it went through the hoop and vaulted it to Quinn, who immediately started a counter-attack. Fleur saw Krum's glare and glared back, angry at the foul play.
Lee Jordan: Captain Fleur Delacour finally joins the fray! Not to score this time but to save a shot from Durmstrang!
Durmstrang eventually managed to get close. The score was currently 40-60 to Beauxbatons. Fleur had only involved herself in one of the goals, grinning wildly when she saw Hermione cheering for her. She had kept an eye out for the Snitch but no sign of the elusive golden ball yet.
"It's a tight game," Rachel said as she bit her nails in anxiety, watching Quinn evade yet another Bludger by a fraction of a hair.
"Yes," Hermione replied, gripping her thighs tightly as she watched her own blonde do crazy manoeuvres in mid-air. I'm going to die early from a heart attack!
Krum dove for Ines again and Fleur was preparing to dive in as well when a Bludger hit her broom, forcing her to pull back to stay on her broom. She watched in horror as a second Bludger was sent towards her Keeper, destabilised by Krum once again as Durmstrang scored to get the score to 50-60. Ines' right arm felt the blow of the hardball and her scream made Fleur wince. She was sure the limb was broken from the odd angle it was dangling at.
"That's cheating!" Hermione and Rachel screamed out to the crowd with Harry, Ginny and the others joining in, booing at the Durmstrang players.
Madame Hooch blew the whistle to check the girl as Madame Pomfrey, always on standby, came to check the girl. "It's broken, she cannot continue like this," the Head Nurse said.
Fleur nodded and turned to her team, "Danny," she addressed her second Beater, "We are switching. You are keeper. Santana, you are the sole Beater, we don't have any choice."
Danny nodded and flew to the hoops while Santana grumbled as she muttered about having to do everything herself.
Fleur turned to the Head Nurse, "please, take care of her." She watched as the girl was stretchered off the pitch.
Lee Jordan: It seems that Beauxbatons has lost their keeper! How will they deal with going one man down against a team with the Wizarding World's best Seeker, Victor Krum! Do they still stand a chance?!
Fleur flew back in position and glared at Krum as Madame Hootch blew the whistle to signal the restart of the game.
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Fleur gritted her teeth. Not having a beater was costing them a lot. They were currently trailing 190-110. Santana was spending much of her time protecting Danny from Bludgers so the team wouldn't lose another keeper. Something had to be done quickly or they would be trailing too many points.
A glint in the afternoon sun caught her attention and she shot forward without hesitation. If they were to win this game, she would have to catch the Snitch, soon. She saw Krum dive towards the golden ball as well and tried to catch him. She clenched her jaw in frustration as she trailed behind him slightly. His headstart might cost them dearly.
"You can do it, Fleur!" Hermione shouted as the two Seekers zoomed past her stand, dashing off her seat to the barrier. Her hands tightened on the railing as she leaned forward to follow her girlfriend's chase.
Fleur heard Hermione as she passed near the Ravenclaw stand and a smile blossomed on her lips at the encouragement of her mate. The two seekers zoomed through the grounds, red and blue zipping around the Quidditch turrets, the Snitch zigzagging to avoid them. Fleur observed as she gave chase and to everyone's shock, decided to take a different turn around the turret.
Krum grinned as the Veela veered away. She has admitted defeat! He reached his hand forward to try and grab the Snitch and growled when it veered to the left. He followed with his broom only to pull to a stop, stunned when a hand shot out and caught the Snitch.
Fleur grinned as she looked at the fluttering ball in her hand. She had predicted its trajectory to perfection.
Madame Hooch blew the whistle to bring the game to an end, "Beauxbatons Wins!" she declared.
Hermione screamed her lungs out in joy, clapping as hard as she could as the whole Ravenclaw stand erupted in applause and cheers. She was smiling so wide, her face was starting to hurt.
Lee Jordan: Beauxbatons Captain Fleur Delacour catches the Snitch! Final Score 200 - 260. Beauxbatons Wins the Quidditch Final!.
Fleur flew to her brunette and smiled as she deposited the Snitch into Hermione's hand, "A memento, ma belle," she said, giving her a chaste kiss.
Hermione kissed her back, smiling as Fleur pulled away a few seconds after. She cupped the golden ball to her chest and watched as Fleur's teammates congregated around the blonde and lifted her in the air for the win. I have a cool jock for a girlfriend. Who would have thought? Her Fleur was special though. She was brawn, brains and beauty all wrapped with a beautiful bow and Hermione wouldn't have it any other way.
Krum, still hovering over the pitch, glared at the spectacle. He growled in fury. "How dare she?! He was the best! The world's best seeker!" He was just about to put the Veela in her place when he heard Karkaroff call for him from the staff stand.
"In the tunnels, now!" Karkaroff barked, seeing the rage bubbling on the young Bulgarian's face. He couldn't take a chance on him attacking the blonde and getting disqualified from even starting the Third Task. He watched as Krum glowered but followed his orders, flying directly to the tunnels to exit the pitch.
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Fleur was presented the Quidditch Cup with her teammates in front of everyone, Hermione, her friends and the flock cheering for them joined by most of Hogwarts. The blonde was lifted onto her teammates' shoulders as they paraded her around the place. Hermione was following behind closely, looking adoringly at her grinning girlfriend. It made her happy to see the blonde so happy and without injury this time! They went to the Infirmary to visit Ines and Fleur gave the injured girl the chance to hold the trophy.
Dinner was a feast in celebration, the Quidditch Cup being passed around, and Colin Creevy taking photographs non-stop. The celebration didn't even stop there, going till very late at night in the woods with more drinks and more food until Hermione had to pull Fleur away, having gotten her cup back and hugging it for dear life, to go to bed. It wouldn't do for the blonde to have wild tiring nights when the Third Task was fast approaching.
"You are not going to sleep with it, are you?" Hermione asked, eyeing the trophy still clutched tightly in the blonde's hands. The blonde had been drinking from it by the end of the night with the others taking every chance possible to pour more wine in it.
"Moi?" Fleur asked, eyeing her reflection suspiciously in the gleaming trophy, "look 'Ermione! It's me!"
Hermione snorted at her tipsy girlfriend. She arched an eyebrow at the Veela and asked again, "Are you sleeping with that cup? Do I need to take the couch?"
Fleur gasped and dropped the cup as if it burned, "but... but non! You cannot take ze couch, 'Ermione!" Fleur sniffled, "what will 'appen to me?!"
Hermione laughed and pulled the blonde to sit on the bed. "Thank Merlin, you took a shower after the game though you smell like a winery right now," she informed, rummaging through Fleur's drawers to pull out her pyjamas, "here, get dressed for bed."
"Aye aye, ma'am!" Fleur saluted wobbling.
Hermione shook her head and went to put on her own pyjamas. Ever since she had been staying in the blonde's room, there was so much of her stuff that was moved there for easy access. She had just finished putting her clothes on when she heard a squeak from behind.
"'Ermione! I can't see!" Fleur cried.
Hermione turned and it took every effort to not burst out laughing. The blonde had her head stuck in her shirt. The blonde had forgotten to unbutton the thing before trying to pull it off. Shaking her head, she pushed the shirt back down and started unbuttoning it.
"I can see again!" Fleur said, amazed, taking a few seconds to look at Hermione before blinking, "you are beautiful."
Hermione smiled lovingly at her as she finished pulling the garment off the blonde. She took a silk shirt and helped the blonde into it. She helped the blonde into her shorts and patted herself on the back for a job well done.
"I don't get it," Fleur said, flopping on the bed, looking all pensive.
"What don't you get?" asked Hermione, confused.
"Why you dressed me again? Do you not like my body, 'Ermione?! Am I ugly to you, iz zhat it!?" Fleur wailed.
Hermione rolled her eyes at her dramatic girlfriend. That's what you get for being mated to a drunk French Veela! "Sleep you! We'll talk about it tomorrow morning."
Fleur looked at the brunette with misty pleading eyes which shot an arrow through Hermione's heart, "promise you will still be 'ere in ze morning?"
Hermione pecked the blonde's lips, tasting the wine still lingering in her mouth, "I promise, now cuddle me and let's sleep."
Fleur nodded, obeying without argument and pulled the Gryffindor into her, "Je t'aime mon 'Ermione."
Hermione smiled, "I love you too."
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