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Hermione walked home with Fleur, hand in hand.
The blonde seemed in high spirits, she couldn't stop smiling.
Hermione was happy that she had given the Fleur a good birthday, but couldn't quite take her mind off what Cassandra had told her. She wondered if Fleur really knew. She hadn't really broached the subject. But then, it was unlike Fleur to bring it up even if she did know.
"So… The implications of accepting a bond as mates…" Hermione boldly threw it out there.
Fleur's grip tightened on Hermione's hand a little and her smile dampened.
"It hasn't come to that moment yet," Fleur replied carefully.
"But do you want it to?" Hermione asked.
Fleur looked away, impassive.
Hermione could tell Fleur was hiding her thoughts from her again.
"Fleur… You can tell me," Hermione implored, "You know I have your best interests at heart."
Fleur bit her lip, her expression softening. She looked quite vulnerable, but Hermione liked seeing Fleur with her guard down.
"I… I would like it if we bonded, yes," Fleur said shyly, "But that won't come for some time."
"Have you been intentionally not letting me get too close because of it?" Hermione queried. Fleur looked increasingly uncomfortable.
"Maybe," Fleur said, "The sooner we reach that point of decision, the sooner all this has to change…"
"Are you afraid I won't pick you?" Hermione asked.
Fleur didn't reply. Hermione patiently waited, but a response never came. She assumed it was far too sensitive an issue for Fleur.
Deciding not to push the issue on the blonde's birthday, Hermione changed the subject to lighter topics.
"So… Did you have a good birthday?" Hermione asked.
Fleur's features softened again.
"Oui!" Fleur replied, "The day started off a bit tough. There was a lot to do and I wasn't able to apply to go away on a site visit to a tomb in Egypt next month."
"Fleur! You're quite pregnant! You shouldn't be signing up for those things anyway," Herimone chided, "How dangerous is your job anyway? Shouldn't you be thinking about desk options until you leave to take the options."
Fleur rolled her eyes.
"Desk work is so boring in the world of Curse Breaking!" Fleur whined.
Hermione shot her a withering look and Fleur at least had the decency to look sheepish.
"…But fine," Fleur added reluctantly, "I will take it easy and ask not to do field work."
"Good," Hermione smiled, pulling Fleur closer by the hand and kissing her cheek. Fleur smiled, her reluctance quickly evaporated.
"The best part of my birthday was the surprise dinner though," Fleur said, "You've really given me a perfect evening."
They arrived at Grimmauld Place, walking up the path to the front door.
"Well, hopefully the evening is not over yet?" Hermione suggested, raising an eyebrow.
Fleur kissed her, her soft tongue slipping pleasantly into Hermione's mouth. Hermione felt her pulse race and she found herself pinning the blonde against the front door of Grimmauld Place. She had been so good and restrained for so long, but now she wanted Fleur more than anything. Hermione ran her hands down Fleur's waist slowly, pressing her body flush against Fleur's. Her careful restraint was well and truly out the window as she let herself indulge fully.
Fleur let out a little whimper. Hermione felt a rush of arousal at the usually proud and cold Veela melting in her arms. She ran a hand across Fleur's hip bone. Hermione ached with an urge to spread Fleur's toned thighs. Her hand crept closer… Nothing could ruin this moment. Nothing—
The front door opened and Fleur fell backwards, pulling Hermione with her. Hermione looked up, beyond frustrated at having her sweet pleasure curtailed.
Ron towered above them, his mouth hanging open.
"I thought I heard someone at the door…" Ron said sheepishly, blushing deeply, "But, er, don't stop on my account."
Hermione growled, disentangling herself from the beautiful blonde beneath her. Fleur looked aggravated, her chest heaving and her pupils blown.
Hermione pulled Fleur to her feet, checking to make sure her pregnant Veela was uninjured. Satisfied she was okay, she turned her anger on Ron.
"You sure have impeccable timing," Hermione all but snarled. Ron looked a little scared, backing away from the flaring temper of his brunette best friend.
"Er, sorry 'Mione…" Ron mumbled, backing away.
"Hermione, it is okay," Fleur soothed, running her hand down Hermione's shoulder. Fleur had a knack for calming Hermione down. Hermione felt her sexual frustration abate, and instead focused on the pretty blonde in front of her.
"Right, well, we're going upstairs," Hermione said waspishly to Ron. Fleur shot him an icy glare.
Ron looked even more scared and confused.
"I thought someone was at the door…" Ron repeated weakly as the women disappeared upstairs.
"I'm so sorry about Ronald," Hermione apologized profusely as they reached their room. Hermione firmly shut the door, locking it to avoid any further interruptions from her best friends.
"It is fine," Fleur replied silkily, "A natural hazard of having flatmates."
Hermione nodded, turning around to face Fleur. Her jaw dropped at the sight of Fleur in lacy lingerie. Her mouth felt impossibly dry as she tried to summon some words, any words, to respond to Fleur.
"Er, do you always wear things like that under your work clothes?" Hermione asked, her mind boggling.
Fleur smirked, apparently satisfied at Hermione's reaction. She stepped forward, clasping her hands behind Hermione's neck and leaning into her.
"Sometimes," Fleur teased. Her sapphire eyes were sparkling with a warmth she had scarcely showed before. Hermione felt her heart beat faster.
Fleur leaned in, kissing Hermione's neck. Hermione sighed contentedly. She let her hands wander over Fleur. They ran from her toned shoulders, down and over the small dimples at the base of Fleur's back, before clasping her ass. She was in heaven.
Fleur kept kissing at her neck, sometimes nipping playfully. Before Hermione realized it, Fleur's hands were undoing the buttons at her collar. Hermione yelped and tensed up.
"Don't be shy," Fleur purred into her ear. It was enough to make Hermione's resolve break.
"I… My scars…" Hermione managed to get out.
Fleur got a few more buttons undone, roughly pulling Hermione's shirt open enough to show her olive chest. She dropped her soft lips to one of the angry white scars that slashed across Hermione's collarbone.
Hermione felt her body relax again as Fleur kissed every new scar she discovered, worshipping them as if they were the most beautiful features of Hermione.
"I have seen them before, Hermione," Fleur said between kisses, "They just make you look stronger… Sexier…"
The gentle accented voice of Fleur was enough to bring any man or woman to their knees. Hermione cocked her head back, letting out a small moan as Fleur removed her shirt entirely.
"Gods, Fleur," Hermione uttered.
Fleur was kissing her way down towards Hermione's cleavage. Her delicate hands were on Hermione's ribs but slipped behind the brunette to unclasp her bra in an instant.
Strangely, Hermione was not as self conscious as her bra was removed and she was left bare chested. It felt a little strange to have her breasts exposed in a fully lit room for once, but that was quickly forgotten as a nipple was taken into Fleur's gentle mouth. Hermione let out a pleasured gasp, her eyes flickering shut.
Fleur let out a small noise of satisfaction before moving to her other nipple, swirling her tongue teasingly around Hermione's stiffened nipple. Hermione was getting a head rush at some of her more private fantasies coming true all at once.
Fleur stopped and straightened up, smirking at Hermione.
"You like that?" Fleur teased.
Utterly speechless, Hermione just nodded dumbly. Her eyes raked down the ravishing blonde in front of her, noting that Fleur's own nipples were hard and protruding against the lacy fabric of her bra. Something broke within Hermione at the sight and she reached behind Fleur's neck, pulling her in roughly for a passionate kiss. She pushed her tongue into Fleur's mouth, her hands squeezing at the blonde's breasts.
Fleur, growing more flustered, fumbled her hands to Hermione's belt. She unbuckled it and undid Hermione's fly. Hermione felt herself positively aching with how wet she was for Fleur.
Their kiss broke and Fleur roughly pulled down Hermione's underwear and pants, sinking to her knees. Hermione's eyes widened. Her pants were around her ankles and Fleur was kneeling before her, looking up at her with a hunger that was driving Hermione wild. It was like pure adrenaline running through her veins. Suddenly it no longer mattered that she was entirely naked in a well-lit room.
But as much as she hated herself for doing it, she had to check that Fleur and the baby were okay.
"Are you and the baby okay like that?" Hermione asked, her voice strangled. She was going to break out in a sweat soon if she didn't get any relief.
"Hermione," Fleur purred, running her hands up the back of Hermione's thighs, "You need to," she dropped a kiss on the inside of Hermione's thigh, "stop thinking," she kissed higher, "and let your mind go blank…"
Hermione groaned as Fleur's kisses reached her neatly trimmed crotch. She couldn't take her eyes off the beautiful blonde on her knees before her. It was unlike any sexual encounter she had experienced so far.
"Oh, Fleur…" Hermione sighed as Fleur's silky tongue slid through her folds in an exploratory lick, causing Hermione's entire body to tremble.
Hermione's hand shakily made its way down to stroke Fleur's soft, glossy hair. She loved Fleur Delacour, she knew that now. She wasn't sure how it had snuck up on her but she could feel it with every fibre of her being. The way she found her adorable, the protectiveness she felt for her, and not to mention the total mindblowing pleasure Fleur could bring her with a single touch.
Fleur licked again, painfully slowly, her tongue flicking at the small nub of Hermione's clit. Hermione let out a gasp of pleasure.
Her eyes locked with deep sapphire. Fleur's mouth was occupied, but her eyes were speaking volumes in terms of teasing and affection. For the first time since life had thrown them together, Hermione felt like their communication lines were properly open.
Fleur's tongue swirled and Hermione's hips jerked as she moaned, inadvertently fisting her hand in Fleur's hair. Fleur seemed to enjoy it, her eyes growing almost feral with hunger, the silver flecks evident again.
The swirling sped up and Hermione found Fleur's name tumbling out of her mouth, followed by several expletives she had never even used before.
This was it, this was paradise. If ever Hermione were to look in the Mirror of the Erised again, she would only ever see Fleur's sweet tongue pleasuring her in earnest.
Fleur's lapping was fast but calculated, building up something inside Hermione that was quickly becoming almost unbearable. Hermione's hand tugged at Fleur's hair in mounting anticipation, causing the blonde to moan against her. The vibration and sound of the moan pushed Hermione over the edge and she saw stars as she shuddered, gasping Fleur's name. She rode the high, hand still firmly entangled in Fleur's silky hair, wondering vaguely how on Earth she had ever got so lucky.
Hermione released Fleur's hair as she finally began to come down from what would go down as one of the strongest orgasms she had experienced in her life. Her knees felt weak, but she helped Fleur to her feet, panting.
"Fleur… That was amazing," Hermione gasped.
Fleur grinned.
"Consider it your reward for spoiling me on my birthday," Fleur said coyly. She looked rather satisfied with herself. Hermione couldn't blame her. That was hands down the best oral sex she had ever received.
Hermione exhaled shakily, wrapping her arms around Fleur.
"I… Really like you, Fleur," Hermione murmured, nestling her face against Fleur's neck. Fleur seemed to relax in her arms.
"I like you too, Hermione," Fleur replied shyly.
Hermione felt her heart swoon. It never ceased to be adorable how shy the usually impassive Fleur got when it came to her feelings. She released Fleur and the blonde turned away from her, gliding towards the bed. Hermione couldn't take her eyes off the tantalizing way Fleur's hips swayed as she walked.
"W-what are you doing?" Hermione asked, her mouth growing dry again.
"Going to bed," Fleur replied simply, "Will you join me?"
"Er… I have to find some pyjamas," Hermione said awkwardly, stepping out of the underwear and pants that were around her ankles.
"No, you don't," Fleur replied firmly.
Hermione nodded, following Fleur to bed.
She clambered in beside the Frenchwoman, nestling close beside her. She was struck by just how right it felt for their naked bodies to be flush against each other. Fleur was on her back, smiling at her encouragingly. Hermione was on her side, pressed against her. She moved her hand to rest protectively on Fleur's baby bump.
Her honey-flecked brown eyes locked with deep sapphire. Fleur didn't need to say anything, Hermione taking permission from the look in her eyes. Her hands moved up, cupping and squeezing at Fleur's breasts.
She didn't even realize she was grinning her head off until Fleur giggled.
"You really do like how they look pregnancy-enhanced, don't you?" Fleur teased. Hermione chuckled sheepishly.
"They're quite fantastic," Hermione admitted.
She let her hand slide back down Fleur's body, over the baby bump and down to her thighs. Fleur sighed, arching her back and spreading her legs slightly. This is what Hermione had craved. She ran her hand up the inside of Fleur's thighs with torturous slowness.
Fleur squirmed more, bringing a satisfied smile to Hermione's face. She loved that she was working the blonde up just as much as she had been worked up moments before. Hermione let out a small gasp of surprise as her hand reached Fleur's shaved mound, realizing how ridiculously wet the blonde was.
"Is that just your crazy pregnancy hormones?" Hermione asked with wonder.
Fleur's long dark eyelashes fluttered shut as her breathing grew more uneven.
"Non," Fleur managed to get out, "Non, it is all you, Hermione."
Hermione felt another rush of affection and arousal. She slid two fingers tentatively through Fleur's folds, watching with amazement as Fleur arched and moaned at the touch.
Hermione circled Fleur's clit, feeling herself growing wet as Fleur whimpered her name and writhed more. Hermione continued circling it with careful fingers, being sure to build the pleasure within the blonde. When Fleur's hands began to fist at the bedsheets, Hermione slipped her fingers down and inside the Frenchwoman. They slid all the way inside Fleur soundly. Hermione felt a rush at the feeling of warmth and wetness tightly surrounding her fingers.
Fleur let out a strangled moan, throwing her head back. Hermione slid her fingers back out almost all the way before slamming them back in, hard. Fleur practically screamed with pleasure and Hermione felt herself encouraged. She continued to fuck Fleur soundly, relishing the loud noises of pleasure Fleur was emitting.
Fleur seemed truly inhuman in her beauty, her long white-blonde hair fanning across the mattress and her hands fisted so tightly in the sheets that her knuckles were white. Her back was arching and various muscles trembling in her toned body.
Hermione marveled at the sight of the gorgeous woman coming undone at her ministrations.
"Yes, Hermione," Fleur groaned. Hermione felt the hair on the back of her neck raise at Fleur calling her name in passion.
"Will you be mine?" Hermione all but demanded, her voice rough with arousal.
Her fingers slammed back inside Fleur, curling slightly. Fleur let out a wild moan.
"Yes, Hermione, yes, I'm yours," Fleur groaned, arching her back even more.
Hermione was drunk on the feeling. This was better than any drug.
"Merlin's beard I want you," Hermione groaned, continuing to pump her fingers in and out of Fleur.
"I – unh – want you too," Fleur whimpered, "Please don't stop."
Hermione found herself smirking, loving the rush of having the reserved beauty in such a state.
"I won't," Hermione promised breathily, "Not until…"
Fleur's entire body tensed. Hermione redoubled her efforts, determined to get her over the edge. Hermione Granger never failed at anything, and she wasn't about to start.
Fleur cried out Hermione's name one last time, her entire body shaking as she came. Hermione dropped sweet kisses on Fleur's neck, caressing her through the high. Fleur went limp in Hermione's arms, breathing heavily.
Her eyes slowly fluttered open and she beamed at Hermione. The affection she was looking at Hermione with was enough to make the brunette's knees weak all over again.
"That was…" Fleur began slowly, still thoroughly blissed out.
"Amazing," Hermione finished for her.
Fleur grinned, nuzzling her face into Hermione's shoulder as the brunette took her tightly in her arms.
"Did you mean it?" Hermione asked, as they settled into cuddling.
"Mean what?" Fleur asked. Her voice was a little hoarse and she sounded like she was beginning to get sleepy.
"That you'll be mine," Hermione said gently, "I want you to be my girlfriend."
"Oui," Fleur practically purred. The way she was looking at Hermione, it was like her guard was finally, fully down.
Hermione, for the millionth time that evening, felt like she was melting.
"Happy birthday, Fleur," Hermione murmured happily, cuddling the satisfied part-Veela even tighter.
"Merci, Hermione," Fleur replied sleepily, before falling fast asleep.
Hermione ran her fingers through Fleur's long white-blonde hair. She seemed so innocent and vulnerable when she was asleep.
'My girlfriend,' Hermione thought with happiness.
Hermione awoke, stretching in the morning light. She felt beyond satisfied after the previous evening.
The brunette rolled over, eager to kiss her now-official girlfriend. She was surprised to see Fleur's side of the bed empty.
Hermione got up abruptly, fumbling around the room to pull some clothes on.
The prodigy of the Golden Trio padded down the stairs in sweatpants and a wifebeater, stretching a little more. Her arm was protesting the previous evening's rigorous lovemaking a little, but it had been more than worth it to satisfy Fleur.
A delicious smell reached Hermione, wafting out from the kitchen. Her stomach rumbling, Hermione followed the scent, entering the kitchen of Grimmauld Place.
A record player was on in the corner of the room, playing an old Weird Sisters record.
Harry was sitting at the dining table, tousling his messy black hair while he read a textbook on duelling.
Fleur and Ron were squabbling over plating some waffles. It appeared food trumped Ron's response to Veela. He had no hint of a blush on his face as he insisted the order should be: waffle, berries, yoghurt, bacon, sausages, syrup.
"Non!" Fleur argued, as if he were her own brother, "It should be waffle, syrup, yoghurt, berries, syrup… and then maybe bacon at a push. You absolutely cannot add sausages to this dish! It is madness!"
"Genius!" Ron corrected, puffing out his chest, "Fine, you make yours your way, and I'll make mine my way."
"So inelegant," Fleur sighed in disappointment. Ron elbowed her.
"Yet so delicious!" Ron retorted, heaping a number of sausages onto his plate.
"You guys have been busy," Hermione commented, spotting that there was already a plate in front of Harry, a plate at an empty space at the table, black tea, orange juice and coffee on offer.
"Fleur and I were a little restless so decided to cook up a storm," Ron shrugged, "Not our fault you and Harry decided to sleep the day away."
Hermione rolled her eyes at Ron, sitting down at the table across from Harry. Ron sat down next to the Boy Who Lived. Harry raised his bright but tired looking eyes from his book.
"I'm bloody stressed about our Auror exams, mate," Harry groaned, "I really don't wanna have to repeat."
"Maybe you shouldn't have left all your studying until the last minute?" Hermione suggested archly. She could never resist teasing the boys about their lack of preparation when it came to study. It was truly appalling that they never learnt their lesson.
"Hardly last minute," Ron mumbled through a full mouth, "We got a couple days yet! I haven't even started yet."
"Oh Merlin," Hermione commented.
Fleur sat down beside Hermione and smiled knowingly at the brunette. Hermione felt her stomach flip at the memory of what they had got up to the previous evening.
"At least Fleur offered to help me practice duelling this afternoon," Harry sighed. Hermione's eyes narrowed as she noticed Fleur – too late – wave at Harry frantically in an attempt to shut him up.
"Harry!" Hermione shrieked, "You are not duelling with my heavily pregnant girlfriend! Fleur! I really expected more from you!"
"Oooh, watch out guys, she only gets bossier!" Ron giggled, gleeful that for once he wasn't the one in trouble with Hermione.
"Girlfriend?!" Harry echoed.
Hermione and Fleur grinned broadly.
"Well, yeah…" Hermione admitted, "We kind of made it official last night."
"Way to go, guys!" Harry fist pumped.
Hermione's response was lost as Fleur pulled her in for a sudden kiss.
Ron made a small gurgling noise.