Hermione made it to work with plenty of time to set up in her office and happily pore through some thick volumes of textbooks before anyone else got in for the day. But even when reading the most morbid sections of the books, her mind kept turning to the blonde goddess that had cuddled her to sleep the previous night. She couldn't believe that after such a long wait, her and Fleur were finally in the right place at the right time. They could finally be together. A smile kept playing at her face. So much so that when her co-worker popped in to say good morning he shot her a confused look, as she was beaming while reading a book clearly labelled "Flesh-Eating Magical Creatures."
She kept smiling all the way through the morning's meetings, unsettling her team which were used to her intense debates in their meetings. When she came to meet Harry for lunch, even he looked a little surprised to see how happy she looked.
"Things went well with Fleur then?" Harry said, smiling at Hermione's beaming face, "I heard someone apparating out early this morning."
"I just can't believe things have finally come together after so long of missing our chances," Hermione said breathlessly, throwing herself into a chair heavily.
"I'm happy for you, 'Mione," Harry said, prodding at his salad, "But have you decided how to tell Ron? Gin and I are happy to be there with you when you do, since he's been a bit… you know, lately…"
They both frowned briefly, both a little concerned at how Ron clearly wasn't dealing with adjusting to life post-war.
"Yeah… I think that would be best," Hermione said slowly, "I honestly never know how Ronald will react to anything these days."
"I've been meaning to take him aside to talk," Harry said awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck, "But Gin reckons I should leave him be. Truth be told, its caused a few arguments between us lately…"
Hermione bit her lip, concerned. Harry cleared his throat before continuing.
"He didn't even make it to work this morning, 'Mione," he said, "I get that Gin wants him to deal with it in his own way, but I don't want him to lose his job."
They both ate in silence for a while, before they changed the subject. But by the time Hermione finished lunch and headed back to her office for the afternoon, her mind was firmly back on the blonde goddess that would be waiting for her after work.
The afternoon dragged out for what felt like days before Hermione could finally rush out the door. She again startled her colleagues, who were used to her staying later than she needed to. As soon as she exited the Ministry Building, she saw a familiar face waiting patiently outside for her on the street.
"Hermione," Fleur purred, kissing her on the cheek and taking her hand. Fleur was wearing a tidy stylish dress, it appeared she had already been home before coming to meet Hermione. "I've been waiting so long to have this evening with you."
Hermione tried not to swoon at the melodic lilting of Fleur's French accent and walked down the street hand in hand with her. Eventually they came to a beautiful old brick building with a forest green door. Fleur held open the door for Hermione, ushering her in, before leading her up several flights of stairs. Once up there, she walked down a hallway before coming to a polished door, mumbling and flicking her wand in some complex patterns. Eventually, there was a click and Fleur opened the door, again holding it open for Hermione to enter first.
Hermione entered Fleur's apartment, looking around. It was exactly the kind of place she expected Fleur Delacour to have. It was modern and stylish, both in design and decoration. Several pieces of fascinating art hung on the walls. There was a large open-plan living, kitchen and dining area. From this area split off a bathroom, a bedroom, and a balcony. In the centre of the main room was a dining table, which was already set up with a couple of wine glasses and a bottle of wine. Hermione smiled at Fleur, smitten, before noticing Fleur was looking at something else. She turned her head and saw a butterfly flying towards her. As she put out her hand, the butterfly landed on it and, with a shimmer of silver sparks, turned into a bouquet of flowers.
"Ah, cheesy I know," Fleur said sheepishly, before gliding into the room. She pulled out a chair for Hermione at the table, "Here, sit and have a drink while I cook." Fleur swept into the kitchen and began to busy herself in the kitchen with her ingredients. Hermione poured herself a glass of wine, but instead of sitting at the table, came and joined Fleur in the kitchen, buzzing around her and telling her excitedly about the research she had done that day. Fleur couldn't stop smiling at her, loving how adorable the younger witch was being.
As they sat down to eat, Hermione couldn't stop raving about the meal Fleur had made. Fleur blushed, embarrassed. "Its just a salad," she murmured, suddenly feeling self conscious.
After dinner they sat in Fleur's lounge suite as Fleur got Hermione to read to her from a book. They smiled, remembering the simple days of summer when Fleur had joined a reading Hermione in the sun. Eventually, Hermione needled Fleur into reading to her from a French novel, blushing at how sexy Fleur sounded speaking her native tongue. Eventually, Hermione moved forward, pushing the novel out of Fleur's hands. Fleur looked up, surprised, and Hermione took her hand, pulling her up from the couch and leading her to her bedroom.
As they walked into the bedroom, Hermione started kissing fervently at Fleur's neck. Fleur moaned softly, pressing her lips to Hermione's cheek before moving to her ear.
"Are you sure?" she whispered, her voice laced with desire. Hermione pulled back and looked Fleur deeply in the eyes.
"I've been sure since that night at The Burrow…" she murmured, wrapping her arms around Fleur. They entwined, kissing deeply. Soon the kisses were more frequent and rushed, their hands roaming over each other. Hermione pulled off Fleur's clothes eagerly, until the beautiful witch was naked before her. Fleur kissed at her neck, slowly removing Hermione's clothes. Hermione bit her lip, suddenly self conscious, before seeing the hungry look in Fleur's eyes. They fell back on the bed on top of each other, rolling over, pinning each other down playfully, urgently, stealing kisses all over each other.
Hermione was now on her back, Fleur leaning over her, kissing her sweetly before leaning back and pausing. She started kissing Hermione's neck, slowly, deliberately making her way down to her collarbone. She nipped at her collarbone lightly before continuing her way down. She teased at Hermione's nipples, kissing and licking them as Hermione let out a gasp. Hermione's breaths were starting to come unevenly and raggedly. Fleur continued her way down slowly, kissing her flat stomach, then her hips. Hermione arched her back as Fleur kissed at her hips, before she moved past them and down to her thighs. Here, she kissed and licked her way up with painful slowness, as Hermione wriggled with frustration. Suddenly, she moved and her lips made contact with Hermione's pussy. Hermione let out an involuntary moan as Fleur's tongue started moving rhythmically against her. Fleur expertly slipped a finger inside her as she licked, before a second, moving swiftly as Hermione began to buck and moan louder. Eventually, it all became too much, and Hermione finished with a shudder.
Fleur moved back up to Hermione in one fluid motion, kissing her cheek sweetly. Hermione moved and kissed Fleur's lips, placing her hand in the centre of Fleur's chest. As she deepened the kiss, she moved her hand slowly down Fleur's body. She moved to kiss and suck at Fleur's neck. Fleur let out a sigh as Hermione's hand reached her pussy, her fingers clumsily rubbing gently against her wetness until she found her clit. Once she found it, her fingers moved from clumsiness to dexterity. Fleur moaned, her back arching. As her back arched, Hermione moved to suck on her nipple. She continued ravishing every part of Fleur, kissing every inch of her she had been thinking about for months, never stopping the rhythmic movement of her fingers. Suddenly Fleur bucked and trembled, exclaiming something loudly in French before shaking and climaxing.
Hermione rested her head on Fleur's chest, moving her arms around her and they cuddled on the bed, catching their breaths.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted that for," Fleur murmured, playing with Hermione's hair. She kissed the top of her head and they cuddled tighter, before falling into a deep and easy sleep.
Hermione didn't have any nightmares that night. Instead, she awoke refreshed. This time Fleur was not as reluctant about Hermione's early start. She rose from bed soon after Hermione stirred, disappearing from the room before returning with a small cup of coffee in one hand and a plate of toast in the other.
"Tell me this is a dream," Hermione said, gazing at Fleur Delacour in all her perfect nakedness serving her breakfast in bed. Fleur smiled as she took them from her, before returning to bed and snuggling against Hermione as she ate.
The next day, Hermione once again baffled her co-workers with her sunny attitude. As she walked home, she felt as if she were floating well above the ground.
When she got home, the table was already set, Ginny, Harry and Ron sitting around it. Hermione sat down to join them for dinner. She was several forkfuls into her dinner before she noticed Harry and Ginny had stony expressions. Hermione paused and looked up. Ron had a large handle beside his plate and appeared to be struggling to use his fork. He was drunk again.
"Are you okay, Ronald?" Hermione asked, concern evident in her voice.
"Yeah, course 'Mione," Ron mumbled, "We should catch up like the old days tonight." He offered his handle to her, slopping some beer onto the table. Hermione shook her head politely, looking at Harry and Ginny. They both looked concerned. Ginny was gripping Harry's hand tightly on top of the table.
To everyone's relief, after dinner Ron ambled off to his room, telling them he was going to have a nap. "And hopefully sleep it off," Ginny muttered. As soon as they heard Ron's door snap shut, Harry turned to the others.
"This weekend," he said firmly, "This weekend we have to sit Ron down and talk to him." Hermione nodded and they both looked at Ginny. Ginny looked pained, but eventually nodded slowly. With that decided, and Ron asleep, everyone relaxed a little. Hermione borrowed Hedwig to send a quick owl to Fleur, and within the hour Fleur had apparated over. They settled into the lounge area with Harry and Ginny, Fleur's arm flung protectively over Hermione.
They hadn't been socialising long when Fleur felt Hermione wriggling against her slightly, pushing her leg against Fleur's.
"Uh, excuse us," Hermione said suddenly, pulling Fleur up off the couch. Ginny smirked knowingly and Harry looked clueless. "We're just going to go hang out in my room."
Hermione had barely shut the door behind her when she pushed Fleur against it, kissing her hard, roaming her hands over her body. She pulled away and Fleur was smiling cockily. They moved closer to the bed and Fleur kissed Hermione's neck. Hermione felt the arousal wash through her as she felt Fleur's hands pulling at her waistband, undoing her belt and pulling down her pants and underwear. She gasped with dismay as Fleur lowered herself to her knees, continuing to pull down Hermione's pants and underwear. With a sudden fluid moment, she started licking Hermione's pussy, her hands making their way up her thighs, to her hips and around to her ass. Hermione had never experienced anything like this, bewildered by the hotness of seeing the blonde on her knees licking at her. She felt a pang of pleasure jolt from deep within her and threw her head back, moaning. One of her hands found its way to tangle into Fleur's long silky hair.
There was a sudden loud bang and Hermione's head snapped back in shock. Fleur leapt back and Hermione hurriedly pulled her pants up. Ron was standing in the doorway, leaning heavily against it, his eyes wild and mouth slightly open, a beer bottle held loosely in one hand.
"HERMIONE?!" He bellowed. Fleur quickly drew herself back to her feet and Hermione fumbled, awkwardly trying to get her belt done up again. Ron was breathing heavily.
"Has this been going on since I caught you at Shell Cottage?" He slurred, remembering the scene he had thought he had walked in on all that time ago. Hermione tried harder to do up her belt.
"I've had feelings for Fleur for a long time," Hermione said softly.
"Even when…?" Ron asked, his voice cracking slightly. Hermione paused with her belt, cringing.
"Yes. I'm sorry, Ron. I've always been waiting for Fleur." She said quietly.
Ron took a deep shuddering breath, stepping backwards into the hallway, lost in disbelief.
"I thought you liked me back…" Ron said, his voice like a small child.
A long and awkward pause rang out around the three of them. Fleur was looking at Hermione sympathetically, sorry that Hermione was put in this position. Hermione was reaching a hand out to Ron, worried about him.
Suddenly Ron jerked backwards and threw his beer bottle heavily at the floor. It smashed loudly on the hardwood floor of the hallway, causing both Fleur and Hermione to jump. Harry and Ginny called out from the other end of the apartment, surprised.
Ron lurched forward into Hermione's room, pointing a clumsy finger at Fleur.
"You!"
Harry and Ginny raced down the hallway and in behind Ron, Harry gripping him hard by the shoulders. Ron twisted violently trying to free himself. He broke from Harry's grip, turning on him and swinging suddenly. His fist connected heavily with Harry's temple, knocking Harry to the floor.
"Fuck you guys!" Ron shouted, shoving Ginny against the door frame and storming out of the room. They were all rushing to pull up Harry as they heard the front door of the apartment slam.