Her back was burning as long fingers clawed them, desperately holding on to her. The heat that's inside felt so intense. She gasped, as another elongated finger went in. She held on for dear life as more came in and out faster and harder. Soon, soft yet hungry lips trailed her body placing a wake of burns as it land on soft creamy patches of her skin. She held back a moan, biting her lips. She closed her eyes, willing herself to feel every bit of passion given to her. She could hear her partner's ragged breath hot on her ears, hushing her softly, encouraging her to take it all in. Hermione could only gulped as she felt herself tensed with one final thrust.
Hermione groaned at the alarm as it blared loudly right next to her. She reached out for the damned thing to shut it up so that she could rest more. She could feel her head throbbing like a drum that she had felt nauseous as soon as the light hit her eye lids. She stood up and scrambled towards the bathroom.
Anyone would cringe at the sound Hermione made as she expelled the content of last night from her stomach. Hermione groaned again, reaching up for the flush. The toilet gurgled up and the water whirl pooled dragging the icky contents down the drain. She closes the lid soon afterwards and rested her aching head, letting the cold soothe her.
This is the worse hangover yet. She thought. She moved to stand and wash herself, slowly, she manages to prop herself upright the sink. She had a chance to look at herself only to note that she looked pretty much like hell.
"Should've known she was a party monster…" she murmured. Hermione proceeded to clean herself up and prepared for the day. She went back to her room to gather her necessities for her shower, she definitely needed a hot one since she felt so sore all over. She had yet to recall the events of last night and how she had gotten back to her place without any trouble at all. All she was remembering were vividly colored neon lights that made her dizzy yet again. She held back her vomit, rubbing her stomach to help it subside.
A shower is a place people liked to think. The serene environment helps soothe the mind and ponder quietly on different things or perspectives and Hermione was just doing that. She tried to recall the events last night but with no luck, all she had was a gnawing feeling that she felt incredibly good. This made her feel restless still wondering what it was. She closed her eyes to let the hot water calm her more.
She grabbed the soap and the luffa and started to scrub herself, from her neck to her foot and then her back.
"Ouch!" she hissed. A sharp pain jolted her awake. She dropped the luffa and went to rinse herself quickly as the pain intensified.
"What in the world happened last night?" she murmured frustratedly to herself. She went out the stall and turned in front of the mirror only to see angry scratches decorated her former flawless skin.
"Scratches and…." Hermione groaned. It had to be a dream. It just got to be. She thought. "Sex" she muttered like she was stating a dumb fact to someone stupid. She rubbed her temples as she vaguely recalled the time frame of last night.
Her hand shook as the pictures started to pour in. The sensations and the intensity of the action caused her to shiver.
"Hermione? Are you alright?" Fleur's voice echoed from the hallway. Hermione rinsed quickly and went out the stall to get her towel and dry herself. There is no point in thinking about this now and her head was aching really bad like someone was whacking her with a metal bat. And she still had exams to worry about and of course, her parents. She could just shrug it off as a wild party and a one time thing anyway, just a one night stand.
"Hermione?" Fleur knocked softly. "I heard you vomiting a while ago. I'm worried about you…" this time Fleur's voice was just beyond the door. The softness in the French woman's voice made her shiver and tingle as warmth spread all throughout her. Hermione then began to wonder, what if it was with Fleur? Hermione blushed when vague snippets of the feelings from last night came back to her. The long fingers and the soft kisses that trailed her neck.
"What would it feel like… with Fleur?" She quickly covered her face with her palms. Her blush became uncontrollable that made her a bit dizzy yet again, how could she be thinking about sex when the woman she thought she wanted to do it with was just in the other room? Besides it was out of the question anyway since she doesn't want to ruin a relationship; especially Fleur's relationship with Bellatrix. It would be just plain sick and wrong and she couldn't picture herself doing so. She sighed. It's not something to ponder about Hermione.
"Hermione? I'm coming in!"
Wait, what? Hermione had come back to her senses but it was too late. Fleur opened the door. It went all so very fast that she didn't have time to react. Fleur, the woman she was thinking about having sex with, was now seeing her in all her glory. Uncensored.
"I-... Um" Fleur blushed a deep crimson red that parallelled Hermione's. Hermione quickly turned around and covered herself up. She couldn't think straight right now and Fleur was making it so damn hard for herself to not try and seduce the accountant. The sensations from last night's endeavour was still in her system and she wanted to experience it all over again. This time with the French goddess in front of her.
Fleur on the other hand was speechless. She was seeing all of Hermione for the first time and it didn't help that the two of them had grown closer since the college student had lived with her. She felt like she had a wife who makes really good coffee and breakfast that made her day brighter. The only problem was her 'wife' was off limits and she's trying to be civil for the sake of hers and Rowena's friendship. So, in this situation the only logical and plausible action is to turn around and apologize and forget everything, but why was it so hard to do and resist the urges she's feeling right now?
Hermione is just one stride away.
No. You've got to be the adult.
Fleur looked away. "I'm sorry for barging in. I… I'll be down stairs if you need me" she said quickly, she turned around and closed the door silently. Fleur released the breath she didn't know she was holding as soon as she heard the door clicked.
"It's because Bellatrix placed it all in my head. Sexually frustrated. Hmp." she muttered dejectedly. She sighed for the second time that morning. "What a morning indeed"
Hermione could still hear her heart thumping loudly on her eardrums. Her body still feeling an intense heat. She would've jumped Fleur then and there. But she was glad she held herself, even though just barely.
"God damn it" she muttered under her breath and went back into the shower to cool herself off. After five minutes, she felt relieved and went out completely of the white walled sanctuary. She grab her favourite sweater and jeans. Put them on. She left her hair in a messy bun, quickly grabbing her book bag soon after before heading downstairs.
The coffee and the freshly cooked bacons reached her nostrils. She had no idea she was that hungry and it somehow gave her a soothing feeling that she had compelled herself to sit down at the breakfast table. Fleur smiled at her momentarily and went back into reading the morning paper. Hermione couldn't help feeling the tension, or was it all her? She bit her lip. She knew there was frustration and lots of it ever since that incident in the bathroom, she knew Fleur was into women but she just doesn't know if Fleur was into her. Maybe at one point but what about now?
Hermione sighed inside.
Her head turned as she heard the door open and Fleur's dogs started to bark. The all familiar voice startled Hermione that she almost spilled the coffee she was about to sip.
Bellatrix went over to them, her usual smirk in place.
"Well, last night was pretty awesome, brat. I'm hands down to your partying"
Hermione blushed, she had remembered bits and pieces of their drinking contest and that she had definitely won over Bellatrix, though not so elegantly which caused her to hide behind her cup. "You're the one who was the wildest, mind you"
Bellatrix laughed "You do know our usual club right? I brought that brat there "
"So that's where you both went! I was beginning to worry when Hermione turned up this morning all drunk" Fleur commented. Then she turned to Bellatrix, eyes hardened "You should, next time, give me complete details! I've almost called the police when you just texted, 'Kidnapped Hermione'. Décidément!"
"I barely remembered texting you, be glad I did!" she laughed. Fleur shook her head in mere disappointment. She knew Bellatrix was down at the dumps yesterday after their meeting with her grandfather. It almost went smoothly but there were still bumpy agreements. She looked at Bellatrix once more, in her hands was the ring they both knew was fake. She then tried to catch a glimpse on the chain hanging on her neck. Then she sighed. Agreeing to Bellatrix was one thing she haven't predicted in their years of friendship and now she was caught up in it. It was now a choice between friendship and romance. She then looked at Hermione, then sighed heavily into her coffee. Well, at least, she knew a thing with Rowena's niece would be impossible. But she can't help feeling so down, so hurt that she can't even just touch her. I should stop listening to Bellatrix… I can't feel this way about her. It's wrong. But it feels so right.
She clutched the chain tightly in her hands. Hoping, wishing, this would just vanish out of thin air. That Hermione wasn't Rowena's beloved niece, that, she hoped they were just strangers at Charles and come to a budding romance. She just wished. Wished on an empty hope.
"Fleur, are you listening?" Bellatrix waved.
Hermione looked at her with concern, but quickly dismissed it behind her cup of coffee. Fleur looked up at Bellatrix with her clear blue eyes and a smile. "Of course I was you dolt" she chuckled. "You're planning for an outing back at the villa?"
Bellatrix nodded slowly, "Yeh?" said the goth. "I intend to bring your little brat with me"
The accountant turned to Hermione. "Don't you have classes on that day?"
"No, I don't have one. I'd be our term break by that time" replied the brunette. Fleur hummed into her coffee. Assessing the conversation in her head.
"Well if… you're okay with that? I guess it's fine"
"You, plan your leave then" said Bellatrix.
"Me?"
"Yes you! And bring Willam and Tonks too"
"I can't just bring Willam, mind you, he is my boss-"
Bellatrix fished out her phone and Fleur could hear the ringing from it. "Who are you callin-"
Bellatrix motioned to shush her, and Fleur complied and went back to munching on her toast. She waited until Bellatrix had finished the call and jabbed the phone back into her jeans. Fleur looked up and saw the goth's smiling lips. Dark with mischief and victory.
"They said yes, haven't they?"
"Well, they do owe me some lovin' darlin'" she winked. Fleur sighed bobbing her head with disappointment.
The weekend came really quick for Fleur's liking.
She sat on the front passenger side, while Bellatrix sat beside Hermione to her distaste. Why to her distaste? Because she's been feeling something that she should not be feeling. She watched from the rear view mirror for every interaction her friend was doing with Hermione. Those little touches and unbearable flirting.
Yes. She knows that Bellatrix is like that. But, she can't help feeling that there was something off or more from that day when they both came back drunk.
William looked at Fleur, worried.
"You're sighing too much, Fleur" he spoke, with just a quick glance as he was driving them. Fleur hummed in response. William noted that she did not even understood his question.
After a while, realizing that the question was addressed to her."Oh, am I?" Bill nodded shortly, turning to the next corner, now off road from the main highway.
They both spoke quietly. "You do know that I've known you better, since we dated." He said with a little cringe.
"Did you distaste dating me that much that you cringe whenever you remember that?" She chuckled.
William smiled softly, " You do know that I didn't know I was gay then" he said, "and now, looking back at those times… sheesh!"
" . Funny, you didn't even like our kisses then? You were so into it that we've done it, well almost" she took back the idea.
"Oh dear, please don't remind me of that ridiculously embarrassing moment" and he laughed heartily. "I know that's bothering you" he pointed the rear view mirror with his gaze.
"No, it's not..."
"Tell me I am wrong if you haven't looked at it for the past few hours we were driving"
"I'm not, I promise" she dismissed. Bill shrugged her off and decided to drop the topic. He looked at her one last time with worry before focusing on the road.
William was right and Fleur knows it. She knew that Bellatrix, being so close to Hermione was bothering her. And she's not supposed to feel anything against her friend at all. She knew that this is just the way Bellatrix are with all of their friends. But why was there this tingling and uncomfortable feeling resting in the bottom of her stomach?
"What's with that glum face you git?" Bellatrix slurped her smoothie as she gave her blonde friend a raised brow.
Amidst the sunny and glaring light of the sun, Fleur could definitely see her best friend questioning brow. She watched her glass looking at how the water trickled down the cup like a masterpiece in the making. After a daze while, she took her cup of smoothie and slurped the strawberry flavored confectionary. She hummed deeply and then gave another sigh.
Bellatrix rubbed her forehead as a repercussion to Fleur's unexplainable mood.
It was really odd for the young accountant to have a gloomy face like this in a very sunny day. The shocking fact in all this was they were currently in their monthly outing with their 'snobby' friends– Bellatrix would describe. Heck! this was one of the days Fleur looked forward to every month. This outing as Fleur would say 'purges' the homesickness out of her.
Now the black gothic styled woman could only wonder what happened. It look liked their roles were reversed that day. Which was uncommon. And always, as far as Bellatrix could remember, Fleur would scold her for having even just the tiniest frown in her face during this outing. But this! Bellatrix sarcastically laughed in her head.
"You're awful, you know that" she said with a tsk.
"What do you mean by that?" Fleur looked up her friend with a venomous stare. Bellatrix shrugged the intent of the look and continued. "You're one hell of a hypocrite you know" she slurped on her already empty cup. She pointed the straw to her friend, and rolled her eyes "You're frown could use an eraser right now"
Fleur looked at her perplexed.
"Really?" frustrated, the woman raised her hand and brought it down with an exasperated sigh. "What the hell is your problem you git? You don't sulk around and I not to mind it since you've minded my sulking like a hawk when we're travelling like this! Look at those two bastards" She pointed to their friends swimming and lounging by the sea laughing. "they look happy and you sure don't"
The blonde accountant rubbed her temples, surely Bellatrix's point came across her and the petty problems she's thinking should just be pushed behind her mind. She would just worry about it later. Decided, she gave her fuming friend a crooked smile "I'm sorry, but I assure you, it's nothing" the blonde french continued on slurping her strawberry beverage and looked out to their friends and waved back as soon as they saw her.
Though, it came from Fleur's mouth. Bellatrix wasn't convinced. If this small thing passed by her without notice what kind of a friend would she be? What would five years of friendship mean? Then it hit her, though not so hard, she smirked. She had a feeling it was because of this and boy will she have lots of fun with this.
"It's that brat, isn't it" Bellatrix smiled smugly.
The blonde looked away at the mere mention of the description, a cute frown gracing her perfectly sculpted lip. Oh yes, Bellatrix was liking this. This was the rarest times her friend was like this. And this was going to be a priceless blackmail. So all she had to do now was spill. She walked around her friend's chair and leaned back on Fleur's back making the blonde swoop lower than necessary towards the table. The blonde started to protest rather violently, curses in french flying from her mouth. Bellatrix on the other hands, did not heed mind and continued tormenting her best friend.
"So let me guess–"
"You don't have to guess anything because nothing happened" she said firmly, pushing herself away from being squished between the table and the unbelievably heavy weight of her friend.
"Hermione went back with that boy hasn't she"
Fleur abruptly stopped the struggle and tried to look up Bellatrix. Had her ears deceive her or maybe it was just something Bellatrix wanted to pull off. Then Bellatrix laughed hard. "That seemed to stop you" she said in between laugh.
"No, she hasn't. She's still mad at the boy for just being him"
"Why? Does it affect you too much? What happened to not messing with Rowena's niece? Have you forgotten what we have talked about the other day?" she continued. Fleur opened and closed her mouth, trying to protest but she knew the raven head had a point and a very strong one. She sighed and Bellatrix took that as a queue to stand down and stop the harassment. "It's just she'd been distant again, after two months of having good times it seemed to change the week before we had this outing"
Bellatrix raised a brow. Now this was intriguing. What could've caused that? "What do you mean? I see you everyday together and nothing seems to change"
"There has, you know it's the little stuffs that matters..." She watched Hermione momentarily from the distance as she wadded the waters with Bill and Tonks.
"You should talk to her you know" Bellatrix said quietly. She gave Fleur a short smile and went walked back towards the group. Fleur watched the raven head as she grabbed the brunette by the neck and dragged her deep into the water in a fit of laughter. They looked like they're having a lot of fun, and she saw it was because of Bellatrix. Fleur sighed and went back to reading the book left forgotten on the sand.
