A/N: Watch out, there's a sex scene in here-so scroll past if that isn't your thing. Also thanks for the reviews, I love reading them :)
Chapter 19.
Fleur awoke with a stretch, her heart aching at the sleepy little moan her girlfriend made next to her as she cuddled tighter.
Fleur had been worried when she had seen Hermione heavily intoxicated when she had come home, fearing that Hermione had spiralled self-destructively in the wake of Jacques and Ron's meddling.
But when Hermione had miserably crawled into Fleur's lap with bruised knuckles, terrified of losing her, it really made Fleur take stock of how far they had come from their dysfunctional beginnings.
Fleur had never felt whole before being with Hermione. But now, with the lion maned genius in her arms every night, Fleur felt completely satisfied. Not to mention how electric it was when Hermione would take her passionately. Fleur, as a Veela, had often struggled to find partners that could satisfy her sexually. But Hermione and her just clicked so perfectly on a physical level.
Fleur lay in bed wondering how on Earth she could get out of this situation without someone close to the couple dying. As much as she loathed the attitude her parents had had to her coming out, and loathed Ron's treatment of her and Hermione, Fleur could not bring herself to see any of them actually die.
There had to be a way that they could get out of it.
"You look deep in thought," Hermione observed, propping her head up on her hand.
"Yeah," Fleur agreed with a light grin, turning to look at Hermione and her warm brown eyes.
Fleur found it difficult to continue her train of thought as Hermione began to roam her hands over her.
"I don't want to lose you," Hermione said possessively, roaming her hands down Fleur's back and pulling her close.
"I'm yours, mon amour," Fleur said, nuzzling into Hermione's neck. She loved the feeling of being in Hermione's strong arms.
"Mine," Hermione growled, before kissing Fleur's shoulder. Fleur shivered.
Hermione's hands moved lower to grab Fleur's ass and she crashed her lips onto Fleur's. Fleur kissed back, looping her arms around Hermione's neck. Hermione's tongue brushed Fleur's lips. Fleur parted them, letting her girlfriend's tongue slip into her mouth. Fleur rolled on top of Hermione, straddling her.
"I'm not leaving you now we've found each other," Fleur said, rolling her hips on Hermione. Hermione let out a moan. Fleur dipped down to kiss at a small scar on Hermione's shoulder.
"Mine," Hermione said again with a grin, before flipping their position so she was pinning Fleur to the bed. Fleur's pupils dilated at the dominance of Hermione. It never ceased to turn her on.
Fleur spread her legs as Hermione moved between them, kissing at Fleur's neck again. Fleur whimpered and rolled her head back. Hermione's hand moved down Fleur's body, cupping her breast, feeling the tautness of her abs, before moving down to her centre.
Fleur let out a moan as Hermione slipped inside her and began to thrust. Hermione was taking her so possessively, with such need, such passion, that it was driving her wild. Her hands were clawing at Hermione's shoulder blades as she writhed in pleasure. Hermione continued to take Fleur, seeming to feed off her moans, biting down on her shoulder as Fleur was brought to orgasm in her arms.
Fleur panted, looking up into Hermione's eyes with such adoration that Hermione couldn't help but smile widely.
"Honestly, us getting together was the best thing to happen to me," Hermione said softly. Fleur smiled, hooking a hand behind Hermione's neck and pulling her in for a kiss.
"Me too," Fleur said, drawing away. She kissed Hermione gently under her jaw before kissing down her neck to her collarbone. Hermione shivered at the sensation.
"Has anyone told you how beautiful you are?" Hermione said in a hushed tone. Nobody made her feel so simultaneously vulnerable and safe like Fleur did.
"Many people… But none say it in a way that makes me feel quite like you do," Fleur murmured as she cupped Hermione's breast, fingers playing idly at her stiffening nipple.
"God… Fleur… I want to be with you forever," Hermione sighed, lolling her head back and shutting her eyes contentedly. Fleur's hand moved sensually down Hermione's body, coming to a rest between her legs. Fleur smiled at the wetness she found. She began stroking at her folds, kissing at Hermione's throat as the brunette let out a moan. Hermione began to arch her back as Fleur started to circle her clit.
Fleur leaned down and took one of Hermione's nipples in her mouth, playing with it with her tongue. Hermione let out a more vocal moan as Fleur nipped it playfully with her teeth.
"I want to be with you forever too," Fleur said softly, kissing down Hermione's stomach as she rubbed at her. She kissed each wartime scar with affection.
Fleur began to kiss at her hip bone, bringing her kisses closer to where her fingers were working at Hermione. Hermione looked down at her just as Fleur looked up at her.
"Je t'aimerai toujours," Fleur murmured, before moving to kiss and lick at her girlfriend. Hermione found her finger tangling into Fleur's silver-blonde hair as she arched her back further, always quick to lose herself when Fleur was pleasuring her orally.
"Jesus, Fleur…" Hermione moaned in a strangled voice, her other hand clutching tightly at the sheets, "Oh my God… Oh… God…"
Hermione finished with a shudder, Fleur rising to lie in her arms.
Fleur exhaled contentedly, nuzzling into Hermione's neck.
"So how are we going to get out of this situation without anyone ending up dead?" Fleur asked.
"Merlin, at this point, I don't think I would be that upset if Ron died," Hermione said darkly, holding Fleur tighter.
"The thought is so unbearable," Fleur said, scrunching up her nose, "Being given to anyone in marriage when I belong with you."
"Fleur… Wait…" Hermione said, her eyes widening with realisation.
Ron hadn't stopped smirking since he got the owl notifying him to meet the Delacours. His plan was falling into place nicely. Hermione and Fleur would soon be hurting just as much as he did.
He downed the last of his pint, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His friends had long stopped joining him at the pub, getting sick of how often and heavily he would drink. Its not like he could help it; it was the only thing that dulled the guilt he shouldered after the war.
He never quite came to grips with leaving Harry and Hermione in the middle of the war. Worse than that, though. Far worse than that were the lives he had taken during the Battle of Hogwarts. Every time she shut his eyes he could see the faces of Death Eaters in the last moments of their lives.
He shook his head bullishly, squaring his shoulders as he got up from his seat and ambled out to the street. It was cold, but he was just buzzed enough that it didn't bother him.
It didn't take him long to get to the hotel apartment the Delacours were renting. He let out a low whistle at how elegant it was. The Delacours must be loaded.
Jacques opened the door to him, giving him a begrudging smile. Ron could tell the man didn't really like him, he just saw that Ron could help him get out of his predicament. That suited Ron fine, as long as he could stop Hermione from riding off into the sunset with Fleur.
Jacques led Ron into the sitting area, where he was greeted with the sight of two absolute MILFs. Fleur's grandmother and mother were gifted with the Veela's seemingly inability to age. They looked remarkably similar to Fleur with high cheekbones, platinum silver-blonde hair, devastating jawlines. Neither of them appeared pleased to see him, but that didn't bother Ron either.
"Please sit," Jacques said in a clipped tone, ushering Ron to a seat, "Would you like anything?"
"A drink would be grand," Ron said with a boyish grin.
It didn't take long for the others to arrive. Gabrielle arrived with Hermione and Fleur in tow. Gabrielle looked at Ron like he was dirt on the bottom of her shoe. He suppressed a smirk. Perhaps she was more similar to her older sister than he originally thought.
"Great," Jacques said with a large grin, "Fleur come here."
Fleur walked up to her father with her icy, arrogantly neutral face again. Jacques took her by the wrist, gesturing for Ron to stand up.
Ron glanced at Hermione, hoping to see hurt etched across her face, but she had sat down and was instead watching the scene play out as intently as if it was a lecture.
Ron stood up, smoothing down his shirt, extending a hand.
"Jacques?" Ron asked expectantly. Jacques pulled Fleur over to him. Fleur was still cold and neutral.
"Ronald Weasley, I give freely to you my eldest daughter's 'and in marriage," Jacques stated.
"And I accept," Ron said as he took Fleur's hand.
"Oh zank goodness!" Apolline Delacour exclaimed, relieved that it was now finally over.
"So, when shall we book the wedding?" Ron asked with a grin. Fleur, surprisingly, grinned back.
"About that…" Fleur said, releasing his hand and crossing the room. She sat in Hermione's lap, putting an arm around Hermione's neck. Hermione looped an arm possessively around her waist.
"Jacques might have given you his daughter with the intention of her marrying you," Hermione said slowly, "But no wedding will be able to take place."
"Says who?!" Ron bellowed, "We have an agreement! Nothing can stop an Unbreakable Vow except death!"
Hermione smiled triumphantly.
"Yes, well, Jacques gave his daughter's hand in marriage to you, and you did accept," Hermione admitted, "So the terms of the Vow have been met. But Fleur is legally unable to marry you."
"Married? To who?" Jacques spluttered. Fleur smiled victoriously at her father.
"To Hermione," Fleur replied, "We eloped."
Before her father could reply, Fleur leaned in and kissed Hermione passionately, causing her parents to gasp.
Ron, however, didn't gasp. Instead he felt the familiar blinding rage he often experienced washing over him. It wasn't working, nothing was working… Nothing ever worked out for Ron…
Ron began to shake with anger as he got to his feet and stormed from the room.