A/N: This chapter makes me wonder if this fic has just devolved into hijinks with the Delacour sisters and Fleurmione sex scenes : /
Chapter 24.
Hermione re-entered the living room, laughing as she found Harry wrestling a still smoking packet of uncooked pasta away from Gabrielle.
"But 'Arry! I am starviiiiiing!" Gabrielle whined.
"Yeah, I get that," Harry grunted, deftly pulling the pasta away from the drunken blonde, "If you'd just lay off I could make it for you!"
"Non! You won't make it ze way I like!" Gabrielle sulked. Hermione came to separate the two in the kitchen.
"Gabrielle, I think it's a good idea if you let Harry make the food," Hermione advised. Gabrielle nodded, before smiling devilishly and diving back to snatch the packet of pasta from Harry.
"Godammit!" Harry cursed, trying to catch the blonde and pry the singed pasta out of her hands.
Hermione sighed, going to assist Harry before catching sight of Fleur in the doorway of their room. Fleur was leaning against the doorway, clad only in a very skimpy robe. It was beginning to slip at the shoulder.
"Jesus," Hermione gasped, dashing over to Fleur. She pulled the robe up and secured it tightly.
"Hey, tiger," Fleur giggled, looking at Hermione slyly.
"I thought you were feeling sick," Hermione replied, "I put you to bed."
"It was lonely in there," Fleur purred, running her hands up Hermione's body, "I'm feeling much better."
"Okay, no, babe, I need you to drink some water and go to bed," Hermione reasoned, "You're very drunk."
"You're very drunk," Fleur slurred, getting handsier with Hermione. Hermione stalled Fleur's movements, grasping Fleur's hands in her own.
"I am sober," Hermione replied, "You on the other hand, need copious amounts of water and a good sleep."
"Gabrielle is drunk too, though," Fleur pouted, leaning into Hermione.
"Unfortunately," Hermione chuckled, "Did you two drink all the alcohol in London?"
"Mon amour," Fleur purred in Hermione's ear. The hair on Hermione's neck stood on end at the seductiveness in Fleur's voice. "Surely you want to take me to bed and tie me down?"
"God, Fleur," Hermione exhaled shakily.
"GABRIELLE!" Harry bellowed, as smoke suddenly filled the air.
Hermione turned to see Harry putting out a fire in the kitchen as Gabrielle giggled wildly.
"See, THIS is why you two should just call it a night and get some sleep," Hermione said to Fleur, slowly turning back to the blonde. To her dismay, Fleur had disappeared, leaving her robe in a pile on the floor in front of Hermione.
Hermione groaned.
"Jesus Christ."
It took Hermione and Harry the best part of an hour, but they eventually managed to wrangle the drunken Delacour sisters and put them to bed.
Sighing with relief, the two best friends finally kicked back with a beer on the couch.
"Well," Harry laughed, "If nothing else, you're definitely prepared if you and Fleur decide to have kids."
"Urghhhhh… Merde I don't feel well…" Fleur groaned, rolling over and squinting. Sun was shining into the room. Hermione was sat up in bed beside Fleur, reading a thick book.
Fleur sat up, paling.
"I'm not surprised," Hermione chuckled.
"Unhhhh stop talking so loudly," Fleur complained, pushing strands of platinum hair off her face.
Hermione snapped her book shut tightly.
"I'm not talking loudly," Hermione replied, turning to face the blonde, "Not as loudly as you were last night, anyway."
"I don't really remember," Fleur mumbled, frowning. Hermione grinned devilishly.
"Oh so you don't remember trying to seduce me in front of Harry and Gabrielle?" Hermione teased.
"No… I didn't…" Fleur said slowly in horror. Hermione giggled.
"You really did," Hermione replied, "You don't remember putting on that skimpy robe of yours? Then suddenly slipping out of it?"
"Ughhhh, nooooo," Fleur groaned, covering her face with her hands. Hermione giggled and wrapped her arms around the blonde.
"Its okay, baby," Hermione soothed, still giggling every now and again, "At least you didn't set the kitchen on fire like your drunken sister."
"I hope you embarrass yourself just as much as I did when you're on your own bachelorette party," Fleur sulked, "When is yours again?"
"Next week," Hermione sighed.
She leaned back on the headboard, conflicted.
"What's wrong?" Fleur asked, wincing lightly before sipping on some water from the bedside table. Hermione sighed.
"I never imagined getting married without Harry and Ron at my side… Not that I ever imagined marrying a woman… Or having all the ceremony stuff after the actual wedding part," Hermione rambled, running her fingers through her tangled curls. It was a habit she had when she was restless or nervous.
"You're afraid Ron won't want to show up?" Fleur asked, cocking her head to one side, "He seems far more rational now he is well into his sobriety. I think he will get over himself enough to be there for you."
"It's not that," Hermione sighed, "I think he wants to come to my bachelorette party. Gods, I always imagined him coming… But I worry there is too much temptation around."
"As long as the temptation isn't you," Fleur smirked, before smoothly clambering on top of Hermione.
Hermione's worries quickly evaporated as she was faced with the prospect of a naked blonde Veela on top of her.
"Aren't you too hungover?" Hermione asked, her mouth going dry.
"The hangover is bad, oui," Fleur concurred, "But the sex drive is worse."
Hermione smirked, grabbing her Veela and flipping their positions so she was on top.
"You know you really teased me last night," Hermione growled, her hands roaming greedily over Fleur. Fleur arched her back, smiling into Hermione's neck.
"Oui?" Fleur whimpered.
"Oui, ma belle," Hermione replied with a coy grin, causing Fleur's hips to buck.
"Unnnhhh, I love it when you speak French," Fleur purred between kissing Hermione's neck.
"I'll have to learn more then, won't I?" Hermione replied. She couldn't take it anymore, flipping Fleur so she was lying on her stomach beneath Hermione. Hermione pressed her body against Fleur, her breasts pushing up against the blonde's back and her lips brushing Fleur's neck. She reached down and ran a hand up the inside of Fleur's thigh, before sliding two fingers into her. She was pleased to note that Fleur was incredibly wet, moaning loudly as soon as Hermione entered her.
Hermione began to fuck Fleur soundly, enjoying the pleasured gasps and moans she was eliciting from the blonde. Fleur raised herself slightly up on her knees, improving the angle further. Hermione's other hand was holding Fleur at her hip. Hermione raised herself up to kneel, enjoying the view of Fleur coming undone at her ministrations. Her hand left Fleur's hip to spank the blonde lightly. Hermione found herself moaning as Fleur shuddered and came.
The two women tangled together and fell back on the mattress, cuddling. Hermione was lying on her back, her arm tightly around Fleur. Fleur was resting her head comfortably on Hermione's chest, panting.
"You got so good at this so fast," Fleur panted, relaxing against Hermione. Hermione smirked.
"All part of being a perfectionist, I guess," Hermione mused out loud, "You should have seen when I was trying to teach Ron to do the Wingardium Leviosa spell."
"That would have been so cute," Fleur smiled, wriggling against Hermione to lean in and kiss her cheek.
"Some people found it annoying," Hermione said, staring at the ceiling as she recalled her school days.
"Mmn, then they don't appreciate the finer things in life," Fleur purred, running a hand up and down Hermione's stomach idly.
"And you do?" Hermione replied, a smile returning to her face.
Fleur slipped her hand under the waistband of Hermione's boxers.
"Oui," Fleur replied teasingly.
Her hand snuck down to cup Hermione's sex, eliciting an enthused hum from the brunette. Spurred on, Fleur's nimble fingers slid between Hermione's folds, beginning to rub carefully.
A moan escaped Hermione's mouth as she cocked her head back. Fleur began to kiss and nip at the now exposed neck. Hermione arched her back, enjoying the affections of Fleur. Fleur smiled into her neck.
"I love it when you moan," Fleur panted, kissing down to Hermione's collarbone.
Hermione was in ecstasy. Fleur's nimble fingers really knew how to play Hermione's body well. Hermione glanced down, loving the sight of Fleur's hand plunged down the front of her boxers. Hermione bit her lip, suppressing another moan as the pleasure building within her reached new heights.
Fleur bit down on Hermione's shoulder and the surprise sexiness pushed Hermione over the edge. Her legs shook and her back arched one last time as she came hard.
Hermione exhaled heavily, pushing some wayward curls out of her face.
"Gosh… That was… Thanks, Fleur," Hermione rambled, basking in her post orgasm bliss.
"No problem, mon amour," Fleur smiled.
Hermione pulled her in for a deep kiss, their tongues sliding against each other playfully before they parted.
They both lay on their back in the bed, smiling in quiet bliss for a moment. Hermione broke the silence first.
"I think I will invite Ron to the bachelorette party," Hermione mused.
"I hope you weren't thinking about him during all that," Fleur replied, wrinkling her nose. Hermione shoved her playfully.
"Of course not," Hermione snapped back, before smiling teasingly, "Besides, he wouldn't let me hit it from the back."
"Hermione!" Fleur admonished her, as the brunette giggled.
"I'm just kidding baby," Hermione giggled, "You have to admit, it was hot though."
"Oui, I have to agree with that," Fleur grinned.
"Well… As much as I hate leaving you naked in a bed," Hermione groaned, sitting up in bed, "I need to catch Harry up on my decision about Ron."