Chapter 14.
"You two better not be 'aving sex!"
The door tentatively opened to the bedroom and Gabrielle leapt in.
Hermione and Fleur sat up in bed, looking a little sleep ruffled.
"Wha…? We only owled you yesterday…" Hermione murmured, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Fleur laughed lightly.
"You underestimate how much Gabrielle likes to travel,"
"Fleur is right, I 'ave already stopped past ze London Eye, Big Ben and Trafalgar Square before coming over 'ere," Gabrielle beamed, "But don't worry, I brought you boz keychains."
"Merlin, you never change," Fleur ran her hand through her hair. Gabrielle came and sat on the end of the bed.
"So how goes ze bonding?" Gabrielle asked, "You two seem closer zan when I last saw you."
"We are," Hermione said, smiling at Fleur and drawing an arm around her.
"So, plan for tonight," Gabrielle said, changing the subject as she clapped her hands together with excitement, "I 'ave already told our ever so rational parents about you seeing 'Ermione. Zey 'ave- reluctantly- agreed to meet us tonight at a restaurant in London for dinner. I propose we 'ead zere early and steel our nerves wiz a glass of wine before ze meal."
"I'd need a few bottles to steel my nerves," Fleur commented darkly. Hermione rubbed her shoulder reassuringly.
"Just try to keep calm, Fleur," Gabrielle advised, "Anyway, I will go out and pick us up some food. When I come back you two 'ad better be up and ready to visit some more English landmarks wiz me!"
Gabrielle leapt up and bounded out of the room with the energy of a puppy. Hermione looked at Fleur as the front door of the apartment slammed.
"Yes, she has always been that high energy," Fleur laughed lightly. She leaned in to kiss Hermione who smiled with appreciation.
"God, I could get used to this," Hermione purred, hooking her hand behind Fleur's neck and pulling her in for another, deeper kiss. Fleur climbed over to straddle Hermione, rolling her hips against her. Hermione let out a moan, running her hands over Fleur's body in appreciation. Fleur slipped her tongue into Hermione's mouth, feeling lightheaded by the sheer arousal coursing through her. Hermione's hands on her were driving her crazy. Clothes were disrobed quickly as their kissing became more passionate.
With another moan, Hermione gripped Fleur roughly by the hips and flipped their positions so that Fleur was on her back in the bed and she was on top of her. Fleur bucked against her, incredibly turned on by Hermione taking charge. Hermione drew back, sitting up so she was straddling Fleur and looking down at her. Fleur was panting, looking at her with unbridled want. She needed Hermione to take her so badly.
Hermione reached for her wand, waving it deftly. Gold cords of rope escaped her wand, wrapping around Fleur's wrists and tying them down to the headboard. Fleur wriggled with pleasure, bucking harder against Hermione. Hermione put her wand down on the side table again before lowering herself down to Fleur.
Fleur felt a fire running through her blood as Hermione's soft lips nuzzled at her neck. Hermione was grinding against her and it was driving her crazy. She tugged her wrists at her binds, wanting desperately to run her hands over Hermione's body.
"Oh, Hermione," Fleur sighed as Hermione nipped lightly at her neck before kissing the same spot.
"What do you want, baby?" Hermione asked, her voice husky with desire.
"You," Fleur said in a strangled tone, arching her back, frustrated, "I want you, Hermione,"
Hermione ran her hand down Fleur's body in a teasingly slow way before letting it rest between her legs. Fleur moaned and arched her back again.
"Please," Fleur moaned. Hermione kissed at her neck harder.
"How badly do you want it?"
"So badly," Fleur confessed, now getting unbearably flustered.
Fleur felt Hermione smile into her neck as her hand began to move smoothly against her. Fleur moaned louder and Hermione nipped at her neck. Hermione slipped two fingers inside her and began to thrust. Fleur was in ecstasy as Hermione took her hard, kissing her with such need it was making her feel weak.
"Fuck," Hermione panted into her neck, "Fucking hell, Fleur. You drive me so crazy."
Fleur tugged against her binds, writhing in pleasure. Hermione moved down to kiss and suck at her nipples as she began to get close to the edge.
"God, you mean so much to me," Hermione sighed between kisses and nips.
Fleur called out Hermione's name as she climaxed, shuddering before relaxing in Hermione's arms. Hermione quickly got her wand and released Fleur from the ties.
"That was amazing, mon amour," Fleur sighed dreamily. Hermione kissed her quickly on the lips before sitting up.
"Well, we should get ready before Gabrielle comes back," Hermione said, stretching. She got up and began to walk across the room before she felt arms wrap around her waist from behind.
"You can't get away without letting me return the favour," Fleur purred possessively in her ear.
"Fleur…" Hermione began, turning around. The words died in her mouth as Fleur slowly got to her knees, looking up at her seductively.
Gabrielle sat at a small table across from the cheerful couple at the restaurant bar, chatting about all the places they had visited around London that day.
"Did they seem receptive to meeting me?" Hermione asked suddenly a little self conscious to being there when Fleur was to see her homophobic parents again.
"Erm, I will not lie, zey are not in ze most welcoming mood about zis," Gabrielle said with an awkward shrug.
Fleur grimaced before taking a deep drink of her wine.
"Hey, it'll be okay, love," Hermione said soothingly to her.
"I'm not so sure," Fleur said, looking over Hermione's shoulder. Hermione turned to note with horror that Ron was ambling towards them, a tray of drinks in hand.
"Hey, guys," Ron greeted, coming to join them at the table. Hermione looked at him in disbelief.
"What on Earth are you doing here, Ron?" Hermione asked, raising her eyebrows. Ron shrugged.
"Was having a solo drink at the bar and saw you guys come in," Ron said innocently, "So what's the occasion? And who is this lovely lady here?"
"Gabrielle Delacour," Gabrielle replied in her usual charming tone, "We are meeting wiz Fleur and I's parents zis evening for dinner. Unfortunately, zey will be coming any minute now so we are unable to spend very long wiz you."
"Gabrielle… Like from the Triwizard?" Ron asked, his eyes widening, "Blimey you've sure grown up!"
"Ron!" Hermione chided him, slapping his shoulder. He eyed her coldly before donning a smile again.
"I thought I'd bring you guys a round," Ron said, swiftly changing the subject, "Y'know, to show that there's no hard feelings."
"No hard feelings?" Hermione asked, crossing her arms with disbelief.
"Yeah, I mean how could I stay mad at one of my best mates?" Ron asked, before looking at Hermione and Fleur sleazily, "Besides… Its kinda hot, innit?"
Hermione groaned, pushing Ron lightly.
"Thanks for the gesture, Ron," she said, struggling to remain diplomatic, "But Gabrielle was serious, their parents will be arriving any minute."
"Right, well have a fun night ladies," Ron said before winking at Hermione, "I'm sure you'll bowl them over, 'Mione."
Ron ambled away to the other side of the bar as the girls turned to look at each other, a little confused by the entire encounter. They set into the drinks Ron had left them all the same.
"He was surprisingly okay with us," Fleur commented. Hermione drank deeply from her glass before shaking her head.
"Suspiciously okay with us," Hermione noted, "But whatever… We can worry about him later."
Gabrielle straightened up suddenly as a woman with white-blonde silvery hair swept up to the table. She was accompanied by an athletic looking man with black hair peppered with grey hair. They were both exceedingly good looking, more so Fleur's mother, whose aging had no doubt been affected by her Veela heritage.
"Mother, father, I am glad you came," Gabrielle greeted in French. They nodded stiffly.
"Maman, Papa," Fleur greeted, nodding to her parents. Hermione noticed with disapproval that her parents didn't even move to hug her, simply nodding back coldly.
"And zis is ze member of ze Golden Trio zat you are… associated wiz?" Fleur's mother asked coldly.
"Zat Fleur is dating, Maman," Gabrielle interrupted with her usual charm, "Zis is 'Ermione Granger. She is a war 'ero, Maman."
"So I 'ave 'eard from ze news," Fleur's mother replied in a stiff tone, "Apolline Delacour,"
"Lovely to meet you," Hermione said gracefully, before turning expectantly to Fleur's father.
"Jacques Delacour," Fleur's father sighed, "So you are ze woman zat is attempting to tie down my daughter?"
Hermione suddenly felt an uncomfortable surging within her and felt her mouth moving against her own will.
"Only in the bedroom," Hermione replied, before paling and widening her eyes.
Fleur and Gabrielle looked like they were about to drop their drinks in mortification. Apolline and Jacques exchanged confused and suspicious looks.
"What on Eartz do you mean by zat?" Apolline asked, eying Hermione with a withering stare. Hermione gulped.
"It is simply an English turn of phrase," Gabrielle lied smoothly, "It means 'to respect and love' somebody,"
Fleur's parents nodded coldly. It was hard to tell if they were convinced. The waiter came up and offered to take them to their table and Apolline and Jacque headed off rapidly without bothering to wait for the others.
"What the fuck, Hermione?!" Fleur hissed, colouring bright red.
"I-I don't know what happened!" Hermione exclaimed in a lowered tone, "It was like I was powerless! I didn't want to answer at all, but I felt this weird urge to tell the truth."
"Oh my God," Gabrielle uttered, looking at their drinks with horror, "Do you zink… Do you zink Ron spiked our drinks wiz Veritaserum?"
"Jesus Christ," Hermione said slowly, the horrible realisation dawning on her.
"Well… We 'ave no choice," Gabrielle said, frowning, "It was 'ard enough to get zem to meet us tonight. Zis could be ze only chance to see zem and talk to zem about your relationship."
"Oh God," Fleur said, frowning.
The group reluctantly began to trail behind the waiter and the Delacour parents, feeling as if they were on a death march.