A/N: Fair warning there is a sex scene in here, so skip ahead if that isn't your bag.
Chapter 17.
Hermione opened her eyes blearily. She drew her hands up to her face and hair, feeling carefully. No more Pansy. She was back to plain old Hermione.
Sighing, she looked around. They were in a small clearing beside a very small cottage. All around them was thick forestry.
Harry, Ron and Fleur were standing beside her, also looking dazed.
"Bloody hell, that was close," Ron finally broke the silence. Harry nodded dumbly.
"Where are we?" Harry asked, running a hand through his spiky black hair.
Hermione hadn't seen Harry and Ron for some time. Both of them had bristly beards growing and looked considerably thinner than they had before.
"A small cottage owned by a relative of mine," Fleur replied, "Don't worry, we are still in Britain."
Fleur moved to the door, muttering words and doing an intricate pattern with her wand. The door sprang open.
As Fleur disappeared inside, Harry and Ron turned to Hermione. They pulled her into a bone-crushing hug.
"What on Earth is going on?" Harry asked as they released her.
"It's a long story," Hermione sighed, "Lets go inside, fix a cup of tea and I'll explain the whole fucked up mess."
The little cottage was no roomier inside. It appeared to be a small hunting lodge, all wooden walls and floors and furniture. A large stuffed hippogriff head was mounted on one of the walls, much to Hermione's distaste.
There was a small bunkbed on one side of the room. The other side of the room had a tiny threadbare couch in front of a small kitchenette. On one wall was a fireplace. The other wall had a small doorway that led to a bathroom and a very small bedroom that fit a double bed and nothing else.
Harry and Ron were sitting beside each other on the bottom bunk bed and Hermione and Fleur were sitting on the couch.
Harry and Ron had shouted and paced wildly as Hermione had filled them in. But now, as she had caught them up to where they were now, they were sitting sombrely.
"So what…? We overtake a goddamn government?" Ron said hoarsely, nursing his mug of tea.
Harry had paled, shaking his head.
"There's not much we can do today," Fleur said soothingly, "Just eat up and rest up for the tasks ahead."
"I can't wait for something other than the Azkaban gruel!" Ron exclaimed, perking up. He got to his feet and excitedly walked over to the kitchenette, rummaging through all the canned and preserved goods in the cupboards.
It wasn't until they were fed and settling in to bed that Hermione finally had a moment alone with Fleur.
The boys had obliviously opted for the bunkbed, leaving Fleur and Hermione to share the double bed in the tiny bedroom.
They had found old clothes in a trunk, dividing them out for all of them. Hermione was wearing a wifebeater and boxers she had borrowed. Fleur was wearing just an oversized plaid shirt. Hermione tried not to look at the long expanse of legs on display.
"You could have told me you were going to get Harry and Ron," Hermione said, breaking the silence.
Fleur climbed into the bed, frowning.
"You trio have a hero complex," Fleur replied, "You would have insisted on trying to come with me. A prisoner roaming around a different wing of the prison? We would have blown our cover immediately."
"You still should have told me," Hermione said, climbing into the bed beside her.
"You should have told me about Pansy," Fleur shot back.
Her face was looking proud and cold. Hermione bit her lip, stopping herself from snapping back with another retort. Instead she quelled her temper, allowing herself to finally focus on the tension between her and the blonde.
"Are you jealous…?" Hermione asked softly.
A light blush grew on Fleur's cheeks and she turned her face away from the brunette.
Hermione reached out and cupped Fleur's face, turning her gently to face her again. Fleur looked down, embarrassed.
Hermione leaned in, kissing Fleur.
It didn't take long before Fleur was kissing back. It set fireworks alight in Hermione's stomach. The passion continued to grow and hands began to wander.
Fleur moved on top of Hermione, beginning to grind. Her hands were lost in Hermione's brunette curls and her eyes were shut as their tongues slid against each other. Hermione's hands moved down from Fleur's blonde mane to her toned back.
Hermione moaned, loving that she was finally having this moment. Free, Fleur in her arms, Harry and Ron safe in the next room. Nothing could get better than this. Fleur's hips were magic, grinding into Hermione in a way that was spiking her arousal.
Fleur's hands moved from Hermione's curls to cup her breasts. Hermione moved her hands to slide up the back of Fleur's toned thighs. She gasped as she reached Fleur's backside. Her very bare backside.
"You're not wearing anything under the plaid shirt?" Hermione said hoarsely, breaking the kiss.
Fleur looked down at her, biting her lip and nodding. She looked wild, her platinum blonde hair askew and pupils wide. Hermione's hands were still holding Fleur's ass.
Fleur dipped down, kissing Hermione and silencing any more conversation.
Hermione didn't need any encouragement. This was the furthest they had got without an interruption or one of them freaking out.
Hermione flipped their positions so she was on top, running her hands up under Fleur's shirt. She pushed the plaid shirt up, admiring Fleur's perfect body. She noticed with a smirk that Fleur's nipples were stiffened with her arousal. Fleur was watching her with unbridled desire.
Fleur gasped as Hermione reached down to take a nipple in her mouth, sucking and nipping. Hermione had a hand on the other breast, that soon slipped down to run over Fleur's stomach.
Hermione started to kiss at Fleur's slender neck, her hand still travelling lower. Fleur moaned and jerked her hips as Hermione's hand slid between her legs. Hermione began to rub slowly at first, watching with amazement as Fleur's head cocked back and her eyes fluttered shut.
As Hermione sped up, Fleur's back began to arch and her breathing became more uneven. Hermione bit Fleur's neck lightly as she slid two fingers inside of Fleur. Fleur whimpered and writhed beneath her as Hermione began to thrust. Hermione licked up the length of Fleur's neck as Fleur shuddered and came undone.
Hermione withdrew from Fleur, rolling off her and leaning back on her side of the bed. Hermione was impossibly turned on, feeling like the wifebeater and boxers were restricting her.
Fleur panted, her chest heaving as she slowly came back to her senses.
Suddenly self conscious, Fleur pulled the oversized plaid shirt back down to cover her nudity. She blushed.
"We… We shouldn't have done that," Fleur whispered.
"Did you want me to do that?" Hermione asked, watching Fleur carefully. Fleur paused before nodding.
"Then I don't think it matters," Hermione replied with a shrug.
She didn't want to overanalyse what had just happened. That would just give them a chance to talk themselves out of whatever was happening between them.
Hermione reached over and switched off the lamp beside the bed. The room was now bathed in moonlight from the window. Hermione lay back on the bed, propping her hands behind her head and trying to get comfortable to sleep.
The arousal was still burning within her. She couldn't stop thinking about how exquisite Fleur had looked orgasming at her touch. Hermione sighed.
Fleur seemed restless beside her too, shuffling back and forth. Finally, she drew close to Hermione.
"Fleur?" Hermione asked hoarsely.
Fleur's lips met hers in a quick kiss.
"Shh," Fleur soothed.
Her hand ran down Hermione's toned stomach before slipping under the waistband of her boxers.
Hermione groaned, the sight of Fleur's slender arm down the front of her boxers impossibly hot. Fleur's slender fingers found their target, beginning to massage carefully. Hermione threw her head back.
It didn't take long before Fleur's dextrous hand movements got Hermione off with a shudder.
Fleur removed her hand from Hermione's boxers self-consciously.
"Don't over-think it," Hermione said, reading Fleur's mind. She rolled over and pulled the blonde into a tight embrace.
As the two lay in each other's arms, sleep finally overcame them and they slipped into slumber.
Hermione awoke to the sun shining on her face from the window. She was confused at the comfortable bed and wooden walls around her. The memories of the previous day came flooding back in a rush. They had escaped.
She felt a pang deep within her as she realised the other events of the previous day. Fleur was slumbering beside her, lying peacefully on her side.
'God… I can't believe after all that sexual tension we finally… Wow…' Hermione thought with a rush.
She crept up, clambering over Fleur carefully. Without waking the blonde, she exited the room.
In the main room of the cottage, Ron was still fast asleep in the bottom bunk of the bunk beds. Harry was up and making a cup of tea. Pressing a finger to his lips, he made a second cup of tea and beckoned for Hermione to follow him outside.
Hermione followed him and they found a seat on a log outside the front door. Harry was wearing another one of Fleur's relative's plaid shirts, as well as some tartan boxers that clashed terribly. He passed Hermione a cup of tea.
"So, we have a big struggle ahead of us," Hermione said, sipping at her tea.
"I don't want to talk about that," Harry said, looking at Hermione curiously. Hermione was confused.
"What else is there to talk about…?" Hermione asked slowly.
"I… Erm… So Ron falls asleep quickly and his snoring usually keeps me awake…" Harry said awkwardly. Hermione wasn't sure where he was going with this.
"Yeah…?" Hermione prompted. Harry was looking impossibly embarrassed.
"Well… Last night while I was trying to get to sleep… I could hear over Ron's snoring… I could swear I heard…" Harry was going bright red as he was trying to find the words, "Did you… Did you have sex with Fleur last night?"
"I…" Hermione blushed darkly. She had never spoken to Harry about her sex-life or her crushes before. She had no clue how to talk to her best friend about it. Let alone the fact she had just slept with their other best friend's sister in law.
The door clattered open and Ron lumbered outside, rubbing at puffy eyes.
"Hey guys," Ron yawned, coming to sit beside them.
Hermione shot Harry a look that the conversation was now over. He shot a look back that clearly said he agreed, but that they would be talking about it later.
"So… How are we gonna take down a whole crazy political party?" Ron yawned, running his hand through his ruffled bowl of ginger hair.
"What if we just reveal the fact they're Death Eaters?" Harry suggested. Hermione shook her head.
"If it were that easy, wouldn't someone have done it already?" Hermione replied, "No… We need to try harder to take them down."
The door clattered open and Fleur emerged, still dressed in the oversized plaid shirt that came down to her mid thigh. Hermione choked a little on her saliva at the memory that Fleur wasn't wearing anything underneath it.
"Morning," Fleur greeted, coming to kneel on the grass in front of the trio.
"I think regardless of what we do, we need to get in touch with the Order," Ron continued, "I know for a fact that Bill is holed up at Shell Cottage again at the moment. Nobody can get there because of the protections on it, it would be a perfect place for us to go and regroup."
Hermione choked and spluttered on her tea mid-sip. Harry was looking at her carefully and Fleur was avoiding her gaze.
"Is that a good idea…?" Hermione wheezed.
"It's the only idea," Ron replied, "We don't have resources or clothes or anything apart from the limited stuff here. We can get spare wands and resources there. It just makes sense."
"It does…" Harry concurred reluctantly, "It is the safest place for us to go right now to get prepared."
Hermione felt her stomach drop.
'Great one Hermione, you always knew that sexual distractions would get you into trouble…' Hermione inwardly groaned.
She snuck a glance at Fleur who was still avoiding looking at her, but had paled.
'Just me, Fleur and her estranged husband in a cosy cottage… Bring it on…' Hermione thought with dread.