A/N: Hi all! Sorry for the hiatus, I kind of hit a wall with this and needed a break. Thank you for all of your reviews, they make me smile and help encourage me to keep going.
Draco paced nervously around the room again, wringing his hands before stopping again.
"Mother is subject to an Unbreakable Vow," Draco said finally, still acting twitchy.
"And?" Hermione said tersely, "Is that supposed to make us feel sympathy for her?"
"No, no of course not," Draco said quickly, "I- I want her to go to Azkaban, at least there she's alive and I can actually visit her."
This softened Hermione a little, she hadn't turned her mind to the fact that the Malfoy family probably hadn't had much time for family dinners these days. Fleur, however, remained steeled. Her mood probably wasn't helped by the pain in her side inflicted by Malfoy's aunt and her sadistic dagger.
"What is the Vow that she is subject to?" Fleur asked coldly. Draco fidgeted some more.
"Before… Before the Battle of Hogwarts…" Draco started, his voice cracking a little, "Minds were already turning to what would happen if things went south. Death Eaters were encouraged to seek out a fellow Death Eater and engage them in the Vow—promising that if they were ever apprehended, the fellow Death Eater would do everything in their power to prevent them from being sent to Azkaban."
"Including killing off witnesses?" Fleur surmised. Draco nodded nervously, licking his lips.
"Who is the Vow with?" Hermione interrupted. Draco shook his head.
"I-I don't know. I only know who mine is with. They advised us not to tell people."
"Great, so we are looking out for a mystery Death Eater, that may not even still be alive," Fleur drawled.
"I should go," Draco said quickly, Fleur rapidly agreed, gesturing to the door. After the door shut Fleur turned to Hermione.
"We need to put a Fidelius charm on this place," Fleur said, paling. Hermione walked over and took her in her arms.
"Its okay, Fleur, we're going to be okay," she murmured, rubbing her fingers in soothing circles on Fleur's back. Fleur exhaled, her breath brushing Hermione's neck.
"I wish things would be easy and straight forward for once," Fleur lamented.
"You know I used to think about what it would be like to hold you like this all the time," Hermione said gently, bringing a smile to Fleur's lips.
"So that's what you were thinking about doing to me when you looked at your little newspaper cuttings of me," Fleur teased, causing a blush to reach Hermione's cheeks.
"Shush, you," Hermione muttered, drawing away from Fleur. Fleur smiled coyly, worries now momentarily forgotten.
"How far have you been with a woman before?" Fleur asked. Hermione cringed, she had figured this question could come up eventually.
"Erm, well, about as far as we have gone," Hermione said awkwardly, blushing again. Fleur smiled.
"So I will be the first woman you bed," Fleur smirked, raising her eyebrows.
"Yeah, yeah, don't let it get to your head," Hermione joked. But truth be told, she was a little anxious about it all.
"Do you know what you're going to do to me in bed?" Fleur continued, smirking. Hermione bit her lip, her worst fear was Fleur being disappointed and thinking that she didn't know what she was doing.
"Well, erm, I have read books about what women do together in bed," Hermione said, becoming impossibly red in the face. Fleur let out a surprised laugh.
"Of course you studied! My little bookworm," Fleur said chuckling. Hermione was feeling impossibly embarrassed. Fleur moved closer to her, running a hand up her arm.
"Unfortunately, I will have to rely on my imagination on how to best pleasure you," Fleur purred in Hermione's ear.
"Jesus Fleur, you're going to make me pass out if you keep talking like that," Hermione said in a strangled voice.
Fleur put a single perfectly manicured finger on Hermione's chest, slowly pushing her backwards until she sat on the sofa. Fleur straddled her, immediately setting to kissing her neck.
"Have you thought about what you would want to do to me?" Fleur murmured in a sultry voice. Hermione made a small choking noise.
"I-erm-ah—" Hermione stuttered as Fleur began to grind in her lap. This was like every one of her dreams about Fleur coming true at once. Her hands seemed to have minds of her own, travelling over Fleur's body with appreciation.
"I've thought about what I would do to you," Fleur continued between kisses. Hermione's breathing was becoming uneven. Fleur's hands were on Hermione's shoulders and as she slowly backed off her lap, she ran her hands from her shoulders down her body. She knelt on the floor at Hermione's feet, running her hands down Hermione's thighs. When they reached her knees, she pulled Hermione's legs apart. Her hands then travelled back up to Hermione's waist, deftly undoing her pants and stripping them, along with her underwear.
"Oh God, is this actually happening?" Hermione gasped and Fleur looked up into her eyes with a smile. Fleur looked down again and began kissing up the inside of Hermione's thighs. Hermione threw her head back, sighing with pleasure. Fleur kissed higher and higher, causing Hermione to quiver. When Fleur's lips first brushed at her folds, Hermione let out a breathy moan. How she had fantasized about this for years. Fleur began to lick at her, exploring at first before correctly locating her target and focusing quick licks to that area. Hermione arched her back, moaning again. She stole a look downwards, losing herself even more at the vision of pure beauty knelt between her legs. Fleur herself let out a small moan as she continued her ministrations, bringing Hermione even closer to the edge. She dove her hand into Fleur's silky silver-blonde hair, her breath very uneven now. Fleur sped up her pace and Hermione began to fall over the edge, calling Fleur's name as she climaxed.
She leant back on the couch, waves of ecstasy still washing over her. Fleur leaned back on her heels, daintily wiping her mouth and running a hand through her hair.
"Did the reality live up to the hype?" Fleur asked with a grin. Hermione let out a shaky breath.
"I just wish I could find a way to return the favour without hurting you," Hermione said, eying up the blonde beauty in front of her with pure unadulterated lust. Fleur smirked.
"I'm content just being the one who was the first to do that to you," Fleur said with a smug little grin.
"Speaking of you hurting, we probably need to refresh your dressings," Hermione said, changing the subject from her lack of experience. Fleur gave her a devilish grin, standing and stripping down to her lingerie.
"Tease," Hermione quipped as she removed the dressings on Fleur's wounds. The dagger wound was bleeding again, Hermione was angry to see. As her fingers danced lightly over Fleur's skin she felt a second surge of anger as they brushed over the very faint "B.L." scar on Fleur's hip.
"Are you okay mon amour?" Fleur asked, noting Hermione's dark expression.
"Is it bad that I'm glad she's dead?" Hermione asked, tearing her eyes away from the faded initials. Fleur smiled gently.
"I think it would be stranger if we weren't," Fleur replied softly. Hermione set to working on Fleur's wounds as carefully as she could.
"What are we going to do about this court case?" Hermione asked, retracting her hand momentarily as Fleur winced.
"We tell the Wizengamot what happened," Fleur said simply, "Its going to be horrible and traumatizing, but we have each other." Hermione swallowed, she wasn't particularly thrilled about having to relive her worst days in front of a room full of people.
"What about this mystery person who has vowed to stop Narcissa from going to Azkaban?" Hermione asked. Fleur scoffed.
"We have survived Bellatrix. We have survived a war. We will survive this mystery attacker if they do appear."
Hermione smiled, Fleur's cockiness always had a soothing affect on her. Her mind cast back to the hunt for horcruxes where Fleur's confidence had made them all more cheerful in the face of a suicide mission.
"You do know how to make me feel better even when waiting for the most awful of situations," Hermione said with a smile. Fleur smiled back and kissed her sweetly.
Hermione smiled at Fleur as they sat in the local pub waiting for Ginny, Harry and Ron to come and join them for a drink. It was Fleur's suggestion as a way to keep their anxieties at bay regarding the upcoming court case. As Hermione lit up upon seeing her best friends walk through the door, it had evidently been a perfect plan.
"Alright, girls?" Harry chirped as he sat down at the table with them. Ron and Ginny sat on either side of him, exchanging greetings too.
"Shall I get us in a round?" Ginny asked, pulling out a rather obviously doctored ID. Hermione snorted.
"You really need to work on your wandwork, Gin," she laughed. Ginny looked highly offended.
"Please, they'll know me from the war media coverage, it'll be no problem," Ginny said, puffing her chest out.
"Yep, good luck with that Gin," Hermione laughed as Ginny got up and headed to the bar.
"So, how is it?" Ron asked, gesturing a hand vaguely at Hermione and Fleur.
"How is what exactly? Our relationship?" Fleur asked, raising an eyebrow.
"The sex," Ron barreled on. Harry appeared to choke on his own saliva.
"Erm, I'll just go help Ginny along with those drinks," Harry said quickly, opting to get away from the table before any hexes could fly.
"Ronald!" Hermione exclaimed, reddening. She was still petrified that when Fleur healed up enough to be able to enjoy it, that she would disappoint her by being bad at it. Fleur smiled serenely.
"That is a rather strange question to ask of your best friend and their new partner," Fleur commented diplomatically.
"Is it?" Ron asked, scratching the back of his neck, "I just still can't see it. I just can't see her doing things with a girl like you," he said bluntly. Hermione looked outraged.
"Is it really so surprising?" Fleur challenged, "Hermione is so beautiful I can't resist doing things for her several times a day."
Ron purpled, it was apparently his turn to choke on saliva. He was still choking when Harry and Ginny returned with the drinks.
"What happened to Ron?" Ginny asked. Fleur smirked.
"He was being a prat," Hermione said darkly. Ginny laughed.
"Nothing new then," Ginny commented. Ron finished choking but was still purple, avoiding looking directly at Fleur.
"Are you guys feeling ready for… you know?" Harry said, awkwardly bringing up the elephant in the room, the court case.
Fleur sighed and opened her mouth to respond but was interrupted by Hermione slamming a palm down on the table, whipping out her wand and stunning someone walking behind Fleur.
"Merde!" Fleur yelped, turning to look at an elderly woman lying on the floor, "Your jumpiness is getting out of control, ma cherie!"
Hermione hastily revived the woman, apologizing profusely before turning back to the table of her open mouthed friends.
"I should probably explain…" Hermione said awkwardly, before launching into an account of how Draco had paid them a visit to warn them.
"Bloody Malfoy," Ron growled, "He's probably just saying it to fuck with you. Y'know, like mental torture or somethin'"
"You didn't see him, Ron, he was rattled," Hermione said earnestly. Harry looked on with interest.
"Well if anybody does try anything, we're all gonna be there, 'Mione," Harry said seriously, "You're like a sister to me and you don't have to deal with this stuff on your own."
"In the meantime you are probably going to have to stop assaulting pedestrians," Fleur quipped, earning laughs from around the table and a scowl from Hermione.
The evening settled into far more banal and cheerful chatter, relaxing Hermione again. But in the back of her mind, she couldn't help but feel a niggling little worry about what was to come.
