Day 3: Accidental Marriage

Sometimes one treasure leads to another...

To say Hermione had hit the jackpot would be an understatement. She had finally found the temple of the Zor-Els, bang in the middle of this unplottable concealed forest, which was claimed to be hiding a treasure sent from the stars! Aliens, Hermione laughed at the notion. Fixing the brim of the hat on her head, she tried to formulate a plan on how to get inside the temple as she looked at the map in her hands. She thought of herself of an Indiana Jones, a magical one but that didn't mean that she didn't get the attire right. She was dressed for the job with her cream shirt, sleeves rolled up, suspenders, cargo pants, tucked in brown boots, all held together with a brown belt that holstered her wand. She tried a whip before and it wasn't really for her. Finishing the look was the brown explorer hat on her head.

Finding a point of entry on the map, Hermione got to work. Checking for wards, she found none and managed to squeeze through the crack in the stone wall. Crawling in the dusty opening, she quickly found herself in a dark hallway. A quick Lumos fixed that and she advanced, following her map to where she believed the treasure was held. After five minutes of walking, she was starting to believe that she was on the wrong path. She hadn't come across one trap, not even a tiny puny one, like a jump scare. Whatever this temple was holding couldn't be valuable if there was no trap at all? Whatever, she was already here. Might as well see what was inside, she thought.

Soldiering through, she came into an ante chamber. Again, no trap, nothing. Walking to the big doors, she checked them for wards, nothing. Pushing the doors open, she found herself in a big hall but what piqued her interest was two glittering bracelets sitting on a podium.

"Achooo!"

The sound made her jump so high, nearly giving her a heart attack. She turned towards the sound, wand already pointing, only to find that Fleur Fucking Delacour walking through from another set of doors to the side, dressed in tank tops and shorts like she was off for a day at the beach, sunglasses perched on her head.

"What are you doing here?!" she shouted. Like what the fuck, she had the map, how did Delacour end up here? The other woman was a treasure hunter just like her, a huge pain in the butt and always ended up on her digs!

"So dusty in here," muttered the French blonde as she walked further into the room, towards the bracelets.

Not to be left behind, Hermione hurried towards the bracelets as well, "I was here first so these are mine," she snarled.

"Ah non non, I was 'ere first, so zhese are mine," retorted Fleur, blowing her nose loudly. What? It was dusty in here. Has no one heard of a balai? A broom? This place needed some sweeping!

"Over my dead body, Delacour!" said Hermione, reaching for the bracelet. Fleur wouldn't let her so that easily so they ended up in a tussle. A thud of bodies falling on the floor resonated in the empty hall, as they ended up in a tussle; limbs, hair, and wands flying.

"Oww! Granger, let go of my boob!"

"Give me that fucking bracelet!" the shout echoing off the walls

"My, my such profanity…"

"I'll kill you, Delacour!"

"Owww, putain!"

"Language!"

The two women managed to scramble away from each, each triumphant at having one bracelet wrapped around their wrist.

It was only then that the place started shaking like it was crumbling down from its foundations. The two witches decided to make a run for it and they both barely managed to get out through the stone crack before rocks tumbled sealing the opening from the inside.

"Achooo!"

Rolling her eyes, Hermione stood up from where she had thrown her body to avoid the rock-slide and shook the dust off her clothes.

"Look, you know what. You take one, I take one since we were both there. I can't deal with you, today…" said Hermione, "or any day…" she added muttering.

"Deal!" grinned Fleur as she dusted herself, admiring the bracelet at her wrist.

"Great. Goodbye," Hermione said, walking off. She looked back to see Fleur walking away as well.

The two women barely got five metres away from each other when the bracelet started warming up on their wrists and they were thrown back towards each, colliding in a heap.

"The fuck?!"

"Merde!"

Quickly shuffling back to her feet, Hermione realised that there was a weight attached to her hand. She looked and found Fleur bracelet glued to her. Pulling, the bracelet didn't detach. Panicking, she pulled harder, nearly dragging Fleur on the floor.

"Mais arrête! Stop la!" huffed Fleur, getting up the best she could while her hand was connected to Hermione, "what iz zis?" asked Fleur, eyeing Hermione suspiciously.

"What? I don't know?! Fuck, maybe they are handcuffs?!" said Hermione in horror. Rule #1 of Archeological Digs, do not wear your finds.

"If you wanted to handcuff me, you only had to ask, 'Ermione. No need for such drastic measures," said Fleur, sultrily.

"Fuck you, Delacour," growled Hermione. She needed to find a solution to this! Maybe there would be something about it in her book at the motel.

"If you want, go for eet!" chimed Fleur, ducking to avoid Hermione's fist, "Say no to ze violence!"

"Shut up!" Hermione hissed, "I need to figure this out. We need to go back to my motel room,"

Fleur grinned and wiggled her eyebrows, ducking another swipe from Hermione. Ok, maybe she'll stop antagonising the brunette and follow her quietly to the model….maybe…no promises though.

It was quite a pain to navigate the forest with a blonde handcuffed to her but Hermione tried to keep her cool. She only needed to get outside of the concealed forest so she could apparate. Then she would side-apparate the blonde to the motel and fix everything. Easy, she thought as she took a deep breath to calm her annoyance at the blonde.

It took them one hour. One fucking hour, fumed Hermione, to get out of the forest because Miss French Blonde had decided it was fun to take a right at every tree when she took a left. Hermione had wondered if it would be best to just knock her unconscious and drag her through the forest bed but she had managed to restrain herself. Like fuck, she was a Saint!

Not waiting to ask the blonde, she quickly took her hand and side-apparated right in front of her motel. She wasn't gonna be a show to all the patrons so she quickly dragged the blonde to her room, shutting the door behind her.

"Oooo, eager are we?" cooed Fleur.

"Yeah, to get rid of you!" shouted Hermione, reaching for her bag to dig for her book. Throwing it open on the bed, she looked for B…. Bracelets. Flipping through the pages housing lots of drawings of bracelets, it took her a few minutes before she found what she wanted. "Yes!" she cried, bringing Fleur's attention to the page.

Kryptonian Bonding Bracelets

Kryptonian Bonding Bracelets are forged in pairs. Used in lieu of wedding rings on Krypton, they have unique properties.

Couples wearing them are bonded by marriage. After the bracelets are slipped through for the first time, they will stay connected, tying the two persons together until their marriage is consummated, through sexual intercourse, completing the bonding process.

Once the bonding process has been completed, the bracelets can then be separated and the newly bonded pair can move without being attached together to the wrist. The bracelets warm up whenever its bondmate is near. Bonding is a lifelong endeavour.

Hermione gapped at the words. No way, no fucking way!

"Hmm, interesting book you got there. Again I say, all you 'ave to do iz ask. No need for such elaborate schemes!" chided Fleur, smirking.

Hermione whipped out her wand, pointing it at the blonde who did a double-take. Growling, the brunette pointed it at their joined hands and started muttering spell after spell, trying to break the bracelets.

"What are you doing?" pouted Fleur, wincing when a sharp spell hit her wrist.

"If you think I'm gonna fuck you Delacour, you've got another thing coming! I'll kill you first!" shouted Hermione.

"Well, we do call an orgasm, le petit mort," said Fleur, nodding understandably.

"Argghhhhhh!" screamed Hermione in frustration.

"You need to get laid," muttered Fleur under her breath. Thing is, Hermione had good hearing!

FIVE MINUTES LATER

"Fuck! More! More!" cried Hermione, fingers tangling in blonde locks in between her legs.

"Hmmmm," moaned Fleur as she lapped at the swollen nub in front of her as her two fingers thrust inside the brunette. She curled her fingers, finding Hermione sweet spot and raked her teeth on the brunette's clit.

"Fleurrrrrrrrr!" cried Hermione as she exploded around the blonde's fingers.

Grinning, Fleur peered from between Hermione's legs, blue eyes glinting mischievously, "yes, my wife?"

Hermione growled in frustration. God, this woman! Maybe she needed another round.

Fin