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OK guys, here is the third chapter. I am really not sure about this one because descriptions are really hard to write. So, just tell me if it's okay or if it doesn't make any sense at all. Thanks already for reading, and I do appreciate the reviews.
kiss to all.
The lunch ended soon and Fleur started to clean everything up. An idea popped in her head.
"Hey! I've got an idea! Why not going dancing tonight! If you want to meet someone, zat'll be the best place, won't it?"
Hermione was not completly sure about this idea. Ever since her break-up with Ron, she had wondered about her sexuality; so for her, going out with someone meant going out with a girl; for the first time. She just never mentioned it. She didn't want to be too obvious in front of Fleur. Didn't she? Well, maybe she did.
"Well yes. Why not! Let's have fun!" She grinned.
Little did she know that Fleur had exactly that thought in mind. She knew a club where there was all kind of couples there. She really wanted to know how Hermione would react with the idea of gay or lesbian couples.
"Here! Everything's clean! Let's find some clothes for tonight zen! come on!" She went to her bedroom followed closely by the other girl.
In the bedroom, Fleur went directly to the opposite wall to open the only other door in the room. When she turned on the lights inside the closet a big room appeared; it was even slightly bigger than the bedroom and was filled with clothes (many were muggle ones), shoes, dress robes and accessories. Hermione gaped at the room, eyes wide opened.
"I enchanted the room" said Fleur sheepishly.
"I guess you did!" Hermione laughed.
"So, let's see what can suits you" said the French girl. "You want to be sexy, but don't want to look like a slut, and feel comfortable enough to dance." It was more a statement than a question, but the younger girl nodded all the same.
Fleur turned towards her and looked up and down at her body trying to see what would be best for her friend to wear. She was muttering under her breath, but Hermione couldn't really hear what she was saying. Then, the older girl turned towards a nearby shelf and took a black lacy corset out. She put it in front of Hermione.
"Corsets are nice and really sexy" she said appreciatively "And it 'elps to push up breasts, but apparently you don't really need that, do you?" And then she laughed when she saw the other girl's face becoming crimson and trying to cover her chest with her arms.
"Oh, come on Hermione, it's not as if I never saw you only in undergarments, is it?"
"What are you talking about?" Hermione asked eyes wider than before. But then she remembered. Shell Cottage. She'd just been tortured by Bellatrix Lestrange and Fleur took care of her very kindly the whole time Harry, Ron and herself stayed there. "Oh..." she murmured "yes, I remember. I never thanked you properly about that you know. I'm very grateful about..." but she was cut off.
"I don't want you to thank me! If anything, I should be the one to thank you, Ron and Harry! You saved us all. You were so brave. I admire you." Fleur's eyes were sparkling. She really meant it. She really felt like a coward during the war. Not that she didn't help, but compare to some she felt a bit useless. "But let's not talk about sad zings from the past, okay?"
"Okay. But thanks anyway" Hermione smiled weakly. "So, no corset for me then?
Fleur chuckled "No! Not for you. I, on the other hand, will probably wear it" Then she searched again in the closet for few minutes. "With zis and zis, oh and zat too" The English girl couldn't see properly what her friend had in her hands, and before she could get a good look at it Fleur was already out of the room and then back in, hands empty.
"All right, for you now. I think that tank top would be great on you" she said as she put out a short and tight white tank top. "With zis" and out was a mini skirt which would stop mid-thigh. But Fleur didn't stop there. she took out two more garments still speaking to herself more than to her friend. She showed Hermione a short, tight white and grey woolen dress and a pair of low-cut jeans with a pale blue V-neck shirt which would probably show a lot of cleavage.
"I'll get dressed in the bathroom. You can do zat on my bedroom. You try all of zem and see if you are comfortable in one of the clothes. Is that okay?"
"No problem" Hermione answered staring at the garments in her arms. Fleur went to the bathroom to get change, while Hermione tried the dress, the jeans and shirt.
She was just going to put the tank top on when she heard a knock on the door, following by Fleur's voice.
"Can I come in? I would like to take a pair of boots"
"Just a minute!" Hermione hastily put her casual clothes on. "It's okay, come in" she said folding the pair of jeans neatly, her back turned to the door.
Fleur stepped in, and seeing her friend still in her casual robes couldn't help but ask : "You didn't try the clothes? You didn't like them?" She went to the closet while Hermione answered still not looking up.
"Oh, no they're great, but I still have the last one to try" She smiled and just then glanced up to the French girl who was wearing the corset with a pair of short denim shorts. Her breath was caught in her throat. She could very well see Fleur's slim figure with her long legs and a great amount of cleavage provided by the corset. She could only stare. She wanted to take her eyes off of her, but couldn't. But Fleur didn't seem to notice as she headed out of the room again replying:
"Okay zen. Tell me when you're done."
Hermione sat heavily on the bed, stunned. The only thing that she could think of for a while was 'I am a lesbian'. Then she tried to gather her thoughts and what popped next into her head was 'I am a lesbian, and I want Fleur'. After all, she saw how other girls were pretty and all. Ginny, for instance, was very beautiful. But she never felt anything like this with any other girl. Fleur, on the other hand, was... God she was hot. She merely saw her in sexy clothes, but was more turned on than any physical time she spent with Ron.
"Merlin! What am I going to do?" she whispered her face in her hand. She felt it strong now. She wanted to be with Fleur. She wanted to hold her, touch her, taste her... love her. Love her??? Yes, love her. "I'm doomed! This is going to be hard! Come on, get a grip. Everything will be fine." She breathed deeply for a few minutes before standing up again and trying the last pair of clothes on.
Fleur looked at herself in the mirror. She was pretty enough. That'll do for tonight. She opened the door of the bathroom and shouted in the direction of the bedroom.
"I take a quick shower! You can 'ave one just after me."
"Okay!" Hermione shouted back. She liked the top and the skirt. She found them comfortable enough and quite sexy too. She heard the water running and started to imagine a wet and naked Fleur. She decided to get ready for her own shower and so put her robes back on. She needed to think of something else. Anything but her hot friend. It became absolutely impossible when Fleur came back into the room in her sexy clothes, a pair of boots, some light make up, and her hair put in a high ponytail.
"It's your turn" she said happily "Do you like the clothes? Do you want to try some more?"
"No, it's fine. I chose the tank top and skirt." Hermione answered adverting her eyes. She couldn't look at the French girl, but couldn't help smiling either. "I'll be quick" she said hurrying out of the room.
Fleur was pacing in the kitchen. She was looking forward to seeing the younger girl in something else than her robes. Sure, she is going to look nice. Okay, more than nice. She didn't realise how wrong she was till Hermione stepped into the kitchen. She looked gorgeous and incredibly sexy. Fleur swallowed hard. Her heart was beating fast. The only thing she wanted to do now was running her hands on Hermione's no-doubt-soft skin. She cleared her throat.
"Wow! You look great!" She wanted to say more but didn't know how her friend would react if she said something like 'wow! you look yummy!'
"You think? Well, thank you." Hermione was blushing. She usually never wear that kind of clothes, especially in front of the girl she desperately wanted to be with. She did like the clothes though.
Fleur nodded enthusiastically. "Oh, come with me, I need to find some shoes for you." she said heading towards her bedroom again. "We will go to the club zen. If we arrive early enough we will 'ave a table and I know that we can eat zere."
At about 7pm, they arrived at the club. It was still half empty so they found a table quite easily. The waitress arrived, smiling broadly.
"Hello! Would you like to eat something?" She greeted them.
"Yes." Fleur responded "I'll 'ave some onion rings and broccoli, and a giant muffin for dessert"
"As for me, I'll have some mushroom soup and I think that a giant muffin for dessert is definitely a good idea" Hermione grinned at Fleur but turned back quickly towards the waitress and pointing to a stone which was in the middle of the table she asked:
"What is it?" The small stone was of amber colour and in a shape of an ear, which was weird for a stone.
The waitress' smile grew wilder. "That's your first time here! Well, it's a 'privacy' stone. Whenever you want, you tap it three times with your wand and the sound of the music is muffled, and allow you to speak to each other without screaming all the time"
"Oh, that's very clever!" exclaimed the younger witch.
"Thank you" said the waitress before leaving, winking at Hermione who, still watching the stone, didn't notice anything. Fleur didn't missed it though and gave a hard glare to the woman.
They ate their meal speaking animatedly. They started to feel more comfortable with each other, getting a little closer without even realising it. At 9pm, the music started and some couples headed to the dance floor. It was then that Hermione noticed that not all of the couples were heterosexual. She raised her eyebrows, surprised at first, but she was so relieved that she would not feel out of place here that she relaxed almost immediately. Fleur was watching her closely, quite nervous, but when she saw her friend smiling at the people dancing, she breathed a sigh of relief too.
"It's a very nice place" Hermione said clearing her throat. Maybe it was the good time for her to tell Fleur that she may be... no, that she IS lesbian; but before she could say anything more...
"Fleur ?" A young woman stood just behind Hermione looking at Fleur with astonished eyes.
"Leyla ?" Fleur looked equally surprised "Que fais-tu ici ?"
"Bonjour à toi aussi !" the obviously French girl chuckled.
"Désolée. Comment vas-tu ?" Fleur looked at Hermione and hurridly added "Could we speak in English please? My friend Hermione doesn't speak French." she said to Leyla, and then "Hermione, this is my Friend Leyla" to Hermione.
"How do you do?" The English witch said.
"How do you do?" Leyla answered. She then eyed them suspiciously and asked "Are you two going out?"
"Oh! No, we're not." Hermione quickly said blushing.
"Non. Malheureusement." Fleur said. Leyla looked at her for some time but didn't say anything. Hermione wondered what Fleur had said, but didn't dare to ask.
"Oh! I'm sorry I 'ave to leave. I can see my girlfriend over zere and she won't be 'appy to see me wiz two pretty girls." A giggling Leyla said. "Anyway, I might see you later. I was very 'appy to see you again, Fleur. We should keep in touch." And then she left and made her way through the growing crowd.
Hermione and Fleur resumed speaking, but about fifteen minutes later, at least eight boys had asked the part-veela to dance. The French girl started to get pissed. She only wanted to spend her time with her friend. She looked apologetically at Hermione who only chucked at her friend's grumpy face.
"Let's dance! At least no one will ask you to do it then." She laughed.
"Yes, I think we should do that! I'm sorry. This is so annoying." Fleur said, but she was grinning now.
"Don't be daft. We both knew that it would happen anyway."
They got up and went to the dance floor. Every now and then, Fleur would cast a glance towards the English girl. It seemed that Hermione felt utterly relaxed when dancing. And the way her body moved. Merlin, she was so hot! And apparently, she wasn't the only one to think as much, because several boys and girls tried to get closer to the young witch, probably in order to have a 'nice' dance with her. But Hermione just kept stepping a little further every time someone would move too close to her liking. After some time the other dancers understood and stopped getting closer. They danced like that for about an hour before going back to their seats. They tapped the little amber stone three times, and started to chat again when Leyla arrived flushed from dancing.
"'ello again" she said. Fleur and Hermione looked up smiling. "My girl is in the loo, so I thought I'd just come and 'ave a chat with you two. I 'ope you don't mind!"
"Not at all" Hermione said happily and her and Leyla started chatting and laughing. Fleur, at that point was highly irritated. She wanted Hermione to be hers, and to be honest she was just jealous. Leyla was the kind of girl who could become friends with anyone in about thirty seconds. Just then, Leyla stood up but stayed where she was and waved at someone at the far end of the club. Hermione turned towards Fleur and said quietly:
"Your friend is very nice."
"Oh, yeah, I'm sure she is." Fleur's tone was quite harsh, and the younger witch looked at her surprised. It was Fleur's turn to stand "I'm sure you find her stunningly gorgeous too" she said before leaving quicky while mumbling something about a drink.
Hermione was stunned. "What the hell...?" It was as if Fleur was jealous. But she couldn't be!
"'ermione? 'emione?" Leyla's voice brought her back "Are you okay? I want you to meet my girlfriend." But before she could even pronounce another word Hermione looked at her with pleading eyes.
"What 'malorosment' means?" she asked not sure she said the word properly.
"You mean 'malheureusement'?" Leyla couldn't help smirking. she knew what was going on. "It means 'unfortunately'." Hermione's heart stopped for a second. It meant that when Leyla asked if the two of them were going out, Fleur's answer was 'No, unfortunately!'??? Hermione's head jerked up and she spotted Fleur at the bar. She then addressed Leyla without even looking at her and her girlfriend.
"I'm really sorry because I'm going to be rude, but there is something I need to do"
She could hear the two girls giggling before Leyla spoke again. "Don't worry 'ermione. Go ahead"
"Thanks" Hermione didn't wait any longer and headed straight towards Fleur keeping her eyes on the French girl all along. When she arrived, she put her arms around the other girl's neck who stiffened slightly, and put her mouth close to her ear before whispering in a deeper voice:
"May I have a word with the sexiest girl the World has ever seen?"
Fleur shivered. She drew back surprised. "Hermione Granger, are you flirting with me?"
Hermione blushed and bit her lips nervously. "Maybe I am."
It was Fleur's turn to whisper into the other girl's ear. "You better be, because I'm not sure I can resist you much longer"
And she leaned in closing the space between their lips.
Next chapter's title: "Feeling and loving"
The next chapter is the reason for the rating.
To my dear reviewers:
chibichoco: you are my very first reviewer, and I can't thank you enough for that. Big kiss to you.
serpentius: thanks so much for your review. Actually, I'm really waiting for you to go on with your own story. 'wink'
reviewerskye: so, do you find Hermione enough 'hopelessly in love'? I hope so. Tell me.
DeMoKa: I am so glad to have your opinion. You are such a creative writer. How many brains do you have? Do you change every week? ;-p
ty.soglasna: I hope you liked their meal at the club. It was especially for you. Plein de bisous.