A/N: One of y'all asked for another chapter, so here you are! Hermione's bachelorette! Will she behave or will she end up in the dogbox with Fleur?
Hermione glared at Harry beside her.
Harry grinned and shrugged.
They were in a dimly lit bar, scantily dressed witches swaying around them.
"A strip club… Really, Harry?" Hermione groaned.
She was thoroughly inebriated after a full day of festivities.
"Hey, a visit to the Restricted Section of the International Magical Library, a visit to a Muggle paintball field, and a strip club. I've covered all of them," Harry said, counting off on his fingers.
"All of what, exactly?" Hermione asked, rolling her eyes as Ron practically drooled over the dancers.
"Books, a challenge, women," Harry said with a playful grin, "All of the interests of one Hermione Granger."
"Bloody hell," Hermione shook her head in disapproval, "Have you thought about the fact these kinds of bars objectify women?"
Harry at least had the good graces to look a little guilty at that comment.
"It's fine," Hermione sighed, taking pity on her best friend, "The library and the paintball were amazing."
"Good, I'm glad you had a good time," Harry grinned again, swigging at his beer.
"Well, yeah," Hermione smiled, sipping at her own drink, "Besides, at least some people seem to be enjoying this."
She laughed and gestured at Luna, who was looking absolutely fascinated, talking animatedly with a dancer. Hermione could only guess what eccentric topic Luna was subjecting the dancer to.
Neville and Lavender were looking very uncomfortable at the table. Ron and Dean, on the other hand, seemed to be loving every moment.
It was getting late in the night, the group having gone to a few bars before the strip club. Harry looked awkward at picking poorly in choosing the strip club as the last activity. Hermione didn't mind too much, Harry had good intentions. Sometimes Harry just bumbled when it came to guessing what she would want.
"I think it might be home time," Hermione announced to the table.
Neville and Lavender concurred. Harry, Luna and Dean considered their options before agreeing they would call it a night too.
Ron turned to Hermione, looking outraged.
"Seriously?" Ron exclaimed, "You'd rather go home than check all this out?"
Hermione was relieved that Ron had kept his sobriety throughout the night but she was tired and her patience was running thin.
"When you consider what I have waiting for me at home, it really isn't surprising," Hermione snapped. Ron looked a little hurt, and Hermione felt a little bad… She often forgot he still harboured feelings for her.
"I might stay to watch them dance for one more song," Ron said finally, nodding at the others.
"Sure you'll be all right, mate?" Harry asked, although his own words were slurring.
Ron waved him off.
"Yeah mate, we can catch up tomorrow," Ron replied.
Hermione got home, stumbling in the door.
She made her way to the kitchen, pouring herself a large glass of water and chugging it down in an attempt to sober up.
Feeling better, she turned around, wiping spilled water off her chin.
She walked to Fleur's room, shedding her clothes as she went. Down to her underpants only, Hermione climbed into the bed, coming to spoon Fleur. Her arms wrapped around a bare waist and she hummed at the pleasant surprise of Fleur's nakedness.
"Mmn, mon amour," Fleur purred, turning around in Hermione's arms.
Hermione smiled, her hands beginning to wander Fleur's body as the blonde leaned into her.
"A perfect end to the evening," Hermione moaned lightly, kissing Fleur's neck. They got more passionate and Hermione flipped Fleur on her back, pinning the blonde down. Reaching for her wand, she murmured the familiar charms to bind Fleur to the bed. The blonde moaned in approval, her hips bucking up into Hermione.
"What should I do to you this time?" Hermione teased, nipping at Fleur's neck.
"Mmn… Surprise me, mon petit lionne," Fleur replied, writhing against her binds.
"I think maybe you need a good spanking," Hermione grinned, before kissing Fleur deeply. The blonde drove her wild. The thrill she got from dominating Fleur in bed was like nothing else.
"Je t'aime," Fleur whimpered as their kiss broke.
"I love you too," Hermione replied, "So much."
There was a slam of the front door and a clattering from the living room of the apartment.
Hermione sprung off Fleur immediately, grabbing her wand and pulling a nearby singlet on quickly.
"Hermione!" Fleur exclaimed, tugging at her binds.
"I'll be right back," Hermione muttered, alert and on guard now.
"Don't play the hero!" Fleur protested.
But Hermione was out the door of the bedroom, wand in front of her. The lights were still on, Hermione having forgotten to turn them off before bed. Because of this, she was able to see the intruder immediately.
"Ron?!" Hermione exclaimed.
Ron was unsteady on his feet, swaying slightly. His eyes seemed unfocussed and Hermione could smell the scent of firewhisky from where she stood.
"'Mione," Ron slurred. He was looking dishevelled, his shirt half tucked in and his hair messy and sweaty.
"You've relapsed," Hermione surmised, "We need to get Bill to take you home."
"Bill?" Ron asked, furrowing his brow, "Why not you?"
"I'm busy, Ron," Hermione said in a firm tone.
"Busy with her?" Ron asked, his voice pained.
"Ron…" Hermione started.
Ron wasn't in a place to listen, charging past her.
"Ron!" Hermione grabbed his shoulder as he swung open the door to the bedroom.
"Merde!" Fleur swore, tugging at her binds, horrified at Ron and Hermione standing in the doorway.
Ron was making a slight choking noise and Hermione wrenched him out of the room.
In shock and purpled, Ron was suddenly far easier to manage. Hermione steered him to a couch and sat him down. She quickly penned a letter to Bill and sent it out with Fleur's owl, before sitting down beside Ron.
"You… Her…" Ron was struggling to string a sentence together.
"It's consensual," Hermione assured. Ron shook his head, his eyes still wide.
"So you're really… Together… Like that…" Ron managed to get out. Hermione frowned at this.
"For the last time, Ron, yes, Fleur and I are together together. You need to accept that." Hermione responded snappily.
Ron rubbed the back of his neck.
"I know… It's just different, erm, seeing the evidence so to speak," Ron said with uncharacteristic delicacy, before changing the subject, "You're really happy?"
"I really am, Ron," Hermione sighed, stretching her legs out.
She wondered how long it would take for Bill to get the message and come over to collect Ron.
"I just… I find it hard… You know…" Ron said, speaking with a relaxation Hermione had not seen with him in some time, "The things we had to do in the war were just so fucked up."
"They were," Hermione agreed, "It bothers me too."
"Yeah?" Ron grunted looking at Hermione. This time there wasn't anger in his eyes, only curiosity.
"I get such bad nightmares sometimes," Hermione admitted, "Sometimes I can't sleep at all."
"Do you remember the Battle of Hogwarts?" Ron asked. Hermione nodded.
"Of course I do," Hermione answered gently.
"There was a point in the Battle where things really started to turn," Ron said, "Order members were dying. Hogwarts kids were dying. I looked, and there were these two Death Eaters running around reviving the stunned Death Eaters. That's how people were getting cut down so fast. I knew I had to do something. I cast an Avada Kedavra. I took down the two Death Eaters that were reviving people. When I pulled their masks off… They were kids, 'Mione. Younger than me."
"There were a lot of kids in that Battle," Hermione responded, "Nothing was okay about the war. Nobody is proud of what we had to do to win the war."
"I just… I can see their faces when I close my eyes," Ron said, a tear dropping from his eye.
"Ron…"
There was a knock at the door and Hermione rose, letting in a frazzled looking Bill.
"Ron, are you okay, mate?" Bill asked breathlessly. He glanced at Hermione, "He hasn't done anything bad to you or Fleur, has he?"
"No…" Hermione responded, "He's… He's just in a bad way."
Bill came in as Ron stood unsteadily on his feet, engulfing his baby brother in a tight hug. Ron wiped his eyes, looking like he was feeling a bit better already.
"Thanks, Bill," Ron said, his voice a little stronger, "I'm sorry I fucked up again."
"It's okay, buddy," Bill soothed, "I'm just glad you're all okay. We should probably get home and sober you up."
"Yeah," Ron slurred, "Besides, 'Mione probably should get back to the naked Fleur tied to her bed."
Hermione's eyebrows raised and a look of pure mortification took over her features. Bill tried to keep his face neutral but his ears were reddening more than his hair.
"Well… We'd better head off," Bill said awkwardly, "Um… Take care, Hermione,"
"Erm, see ya, Bill," Hermione said, blushing and rubbing the back of her neck.
She inwardly decided not to tell Fleur that not only did Hermione's ex know details of their sex life, but now Fleur's ex did too.
Remembering that she had left the blonde bound to the bed for a while now, Hermione shut the door quickly behind the Weasleys and rushed back to the bedroom.
Fleur was furious, swearing colourfully in both French and English as Hermione dissolved the binds.
"So you decided you had to play the hero after all?" Fleur said, sitting up on the bed and crossing her arms tightly across her chest.
"Baby, it wasn't like that," Hermione placated.
"And left me tied to the bed? Naked?" Fleur replied, her voice reaching new levels, "And then let your ex boyfriend walk in on me naked?!"
"Fleur—he was too fast," Hermione tried to explain, "I pulled him right out again… Then we got talking and I forgot about coming to untie you."
"Forgot?!" Fleur retorted angrily.
Hermione sighed, well aware of the temperamental nature of the Veela. Veela and part-Veela were infamous for their hot tempers. Fleur herself was generally fairly easy going… But when Hermione did push her to losing her temper… Boy, Hermione knew that she was not going to calm down easily.
"Couch?" Hermione asked, rubbing the back of her neck.
"Oui," Fleur replied stiffly, pushing a pillow into Hermione's arms.
Hermione sighed, taking the pillow back out to the living room.
She settled into the couch, pulling a throw over herself. She was far soberer now and had a painful headache setting in.
So much for the perfect end to her bachelorette night.
Despite the dissatisfying end to the evening, Hermione couldn't help but smile up at the ceiling. Fleur would calm down, she always did. And when she did… Hermione couldn't wait to make things up with her.