The Burrow was quiet, save for the faint creak of old wood settling in the cool night. Most of its inhabitants were asleep, tucked away in their rooms after a long day of wedding preparations. Hermione Granger, however, was wide awake. Her body thrummed with restless energy, her mind too alert to succumb to sleep. She lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, the moonlight streaming through the thin curtains casting faint shadows on the walls.
She shifted uncomfortably, tension had been building inside her for weeks as she didn't get a time to be alone, no opportunity for release. She bit her lip, her hand drifting downward, fingers brushing against the fabric of her nightgown.
No. I shouldn't.
But the thought was already there, unbidden and insistent. Her breath hitched as her fingers slipped beneath the hem, tracing slow circles over her thigh. Her heart pounded louder in her ears, drowning out the faint rustle of the wind outside. She glanced toward the door, listening for any signs of movement in the house. Nothing. Everyone was asleep. She was alone.
Her fingers dipped lower, and she let out a soft, shaky breath as they found her slick folds. Just a touch, she thought, but even that thought was a lie. She couldn't stop now. Her body was already responding, heat pooling between her legs as she pressed her palm against herself, grinding into her own touch.
A low moan escaped her lips, and she quickly pulled her wand from the bedside table, muttering a silencing charm. The room fell into absolute silence, but the sound of her own pleasure still echoed in her ears, and she let her hands wonder.
"Mon dieu…"
Fleur Delacour froze in the doorway, one hand gripping the frame as she listened. She had come upstairs to fetch a book she'd left upstairs earlier, but now she stood rooted to the spot, her heart racing. The silencing charm dulled the sound, but Fleur's Veela senses cut through the magic like a knife. She could hear everything—the soft gasps, the rhythmic rustling of sheets, the barely restrained whimpers. Her blood burned.
She stepped closer, her feet silent on the wooden floor. She took out her wand, not being able to stop herself, and muttered a quiet alohomora, the door opened slightly. Peering into the dimly lit room, she saw Hermione sprawled on the bed, her nightgown hiked up around her waist, her hand moving frantically between her thighs. Fleur's mouth went dry. She should turn around, leave, pretend she never saw anything. But she couldn't. Her own body betrayed her, a primal heat surging through her veins as she watched Hermione writhe in unrestrained pleasure.
Hermione's eyes were screwed shut, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she chased her release. Her free hand gripped the sheets, twisting them in her fist. "Oh God…" she whispered, her voice trembling. "Yes… yes…"
Fleur's breath came faster now, her pulse thundering in her ears. She felt a rush of wetness between her own legs, her nipples hardening beneath her silk nightgown. She took another inaudible step forward while quietly closing the door, not to disturb the scene before her, her gaze fixed on Hermione's flushed face, her parted lips, the way her thighs trembled as her fingers worked faster.
And then Hermione's eyes flew open.
They locked onto Fleur's, wide and startled, but neither woman moved. For a moment, time seemed to stand still, the air between them crackling with unspoken desire. Then Hermione's cheeks flamed red, and she scrambled to pull her nightgown down, mortification written all over her face.
"F-Fleur!" she stammered. "I didn't—I mean, I thought—"
Fleur held up a hand, silencing her. She stepped fully into the room, closing the door behind her with a soft click. Her movements were deliberate, her gaze never leaving Hermione's. Hermione shrank back against the headboard, clutching the sheet to her chest like a shield.
"Do not be embarrassed," Fleur said, her voice low and smooth, though it carried an edge of hunger. "You were… magnificent."
Hermione's breath caught. "Y-you heard?"
"Every sound." Fleur's lips curved into a sly smile as she approached the bed. "I it was… intoxicating."
Hermione's mind raced, torn between shame and a deep, aching need that refused to be ignored. She opened her mouth to protest, to apologize again, but the words died on her lips as Fleur knelt on the bed, crawling toward her with predatory grace.
"What are you doing?" Hermione whispered, her voice barely audible.
Fleur didn't answer. Instead, she reached out, her long fingers brushing against Hermione's cheek, then trailing down her neck, her collarbone. Hermione shuddered, her skin prickling with goosebumps. Fleur leaned in, her breath warm against Hermione's ear as she murmured, "Let me show you what real pleasure feels like."
Before Hermione could respond, Fleur's mouth was on hers, hot and demanding. Hermione gasped, her hands flying up to grip Fleur's shoulders as the kiss deepened, tongues tangling in a frenzied dance. Fleur's hands roamed greedily, slipping beneath Hermione's nightgown to explore the curves she'd only imagined before. Hermione moaned into the kiss, her earlier embarrassment forgotten as sheer lust took hold.
Fleur broke the kiss just long enough to yank Hermione's nightgown over her head, tossing it aside. Hermione's breasts heaved as she struggled to catch her breath, her nipples hard and begging for attention. Fleur obliged, taking one into her mouth, sucking hard enough to make Hermione cry out. Her teeth grazed the sensitive flesh, sending jolts of electricity straight to Hermione's core.
"Fucking hell, Fleur…" Hermione panted, arching her back as Fleur's other hand slipped between her legs, fingers sliding through her soaked folds.
"So wet," Fleur purred, her accent thickening with arousal. "Tell me, Hermione… did you ever think about this? Me touching you like this?"
Hermione whimpered, her hips bucking involuntarily as Fleur's fingers teased her entrance. "N-no… I didn't…"
"Liar." Fleur's voice was a sultry whisper, her lips brushing against Hermione's throat as she pushed two fingers inside her. Hermione gasped, her nails digging into Fleur's shoulders as she was filled. Fleur curled her fingers, stroking that sweet spot that made Hermione see stars.
"God, yes!" Hermione cried, her legs spreading wider to give Fleur better access. Fleur smirked, her pace relentless as she fucked Hermione with her fingers, her thumb circling Hermione's clit in tight, maddening circles. Hermione's moans grew louder, her body writhing helplessly against the onslaught of pleasure.
"That's it," Fleur growled, her own breath coming in short, ragged gasps. "Let go. Come for me."
Hermione's release hit her like a tidal wave, her back bowing off the bed as she screamed. Fleur rode out her climax with her, fingers pumping in and out until Hermione collapsed, trembling and spent.
Fleur withdrew her fingers slowly, bringing them to her lips to taste Hermione's essence. Her eyes darkened with desire as she licked them clean, savoring every drop. "Delicious," she murmured, before pinning Hermione with a heated gaze. "But we're not done yet."
She pushed Hermione onto her stomach, hiking her hips up into the air. Hermione gasped, her heart pounding as Fleur positioned herself behind her. Fleur's hands gripped Hermione's hips, her nails digging into the soft flesh as she leaned in, her tongue flicking out to tease Hermione's swollen folds.
"Fleur!" Hermione cried, burying her face in the pillow to muffle her screams as Fleur's tongue lapped at her relentlessly. Fleur moaned against her, the vibrations making Hermione's legs shake uncontrollably.
"You taste so good," Fleur said, pulling back just long enough to speak before diving back in, her tongue plunging deep inside Hermione's quivering cunt. Hermione clawed at the sheets, her entire body alight with sensation as Fleur devoured her.
"Please… please don't stop…" Hermione begged, her voice breaking as another orgasm built within her.
"I won't," Fleur promised, her words muffled by Hermione's flesh. "Not until you scream my name again."
Fleur's breath was ragged, her lips still glistening with Hermione's essence as she pulled back, her eyes dark with hunger. Hermione lay sprawled beneath her, trembling, her chest rising and falling in rapid bursts.
"You… you're incredible," Hermione whispered, her voice hoarse from screaming Fleur's name. But Fleur wasn't done. Not even close. Her fingers traced slow, deliberate patterns along Hermione's inner thigh, teasing, promising more.
"Turn over," Fleur commanded, her voice low and husky, brooking no argument. Hermione hesitated for only a heartbeat before obeying, rolling onto her stomach, her body slick with sweat and flushed with arousal. Fleur's eyes raked over her, taking in the curve of her spine, the way her hips arched slightly off the bed, inviting.
"Hands on the headboard," Fleur ordered, her tone firm. Hermione reached up, gripping the wooden slats tightly, her fingers white-knuckled. Fleur leaned down, her lips brushing against the shell of Hermione's ear. "Good girl." She whispered.
Hermione shuddered at the praise, a soft whimper escaping her lips. Fleur's hands slid down her back, nails lightly scraping her skin, leaving faint red trails that made Hermione gasp. She paused at the swell of Hermione's ass, squeezing roughly, relishing the way Hermione's body tensed and then melted under her touch.
"Do you like it rough?" Fleur purred, her breath hot against Hermione's neck. "You want me to take you hard, make you mine again?"
"Yes," Hermione moaned, her voice breaking. "Please, Fleur…"
Fleur didn't wait. Her hand came down sharply on Hermione's ass, the sharp crack of flesh on flesh echoing through the room. Hermione cried out, her hips bucking involuntarily. Fleur smirked, tracing the reddened mark with her fingertips before delivering another stinging slap.
"Do you feel me now?" Fleur growled, her hands moving to grip Hermione's hips, pulling her up onto her knees. Hermione nodded frantically, her cheeks flushed, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps.
Fleur reached for her wand, conjuring a glass elegant dildo, its smooth surface glinting in the dim light. She coated it generously with Hermione's wetness, her movements slow and deliberate, savoring the way Hermione's cunt clenched at the sight.
"Ready?" Fleur asked, though it wasn't really a question. Hermione nodded again, her knuckles whitening as she gripped the headboard tighter. Fleur positioned herself behind her, the tip of the dildo pressing against Hermione's entrance.
"Say it," Fleur demanded, her voice sharp. "Tell me what you want."
"I want you to fuck me," Hermione gasped, her words tumbling out in a rush. "Please, Fleur, I need it— fuck me"
Fleur thrust the dildo deep inside her, cutting off Hermione's plea with a loud cry. She started slow, each movement calculated to draw out Hermione's pleasure, to make her feel every inch of it. But soon, Fleur's rhythm became relentless, her hips slamming forward, driving the dildo deeper with every thrust.
"Is this what you wanted?" Fleur taunted, her voice a mix of malice and desire. "To be fucked raw, to be taken so hard you can't think straight?"
"Yes!" Hermione screamed, her body shaking uncontrollably as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. "Oh god, yes! Don't stop, please, don't stop—"
Fleur grinned, her own arousal spiking as she watched Hermione come undone beneath her. She angled the dildo just right, hitting that spot inside Hermione that made her see stars. Hermione's cries grew louder, more frantic, her body writhing as she teetered on the edge of orgasm.
"Come for me," Fleur commanded, her voice a low growl. And Hermione did, her entire body convulsing as she let out a guttural scream, her release washing over her in intense, unrelenting waves.
But Fleur didn't let up. She kept fucking her, pushing Hermione through her orgasm and into another, her pace never faltering. Hermione's screams turned into broken sobs, her legs trembling as she struggled to keep herself upright.
"Again," Fleur demanded, her voice harsh. "Come again."
And Hermione obeyed, her body betraying her as another orgasm tore through her, this one even more intense than the last. Fleur finally slowed, pulling the dildo free and tossing it aside. She flipped Hermione onto her back, her eyes blazing with lust.
"Your turn," Hermione panted, her voice barely above a whisper. But Fleur shook her head, leaning down to capture Hermione's lips in a searing kiss.
"No," Fleur murmured against her mouth. "This is all about you tonight." She trailed kisses down Hermione's jaw, her neck, her collarbone, until she reached her breasts. Her tongue flicked over one hardened nipple, eliciting a sharp gasp from Hermione.
Fleur's hand slipped between Hermione's thighs, her fingers sliding effortlessly through her soaked folds. "Still so wet," Fleur mused, her fingers circling Hermione's clit with practiced ease. "You're insatiable, aren't you?"
Hermione breathed, her hips arching into Fleur's touch. Fleur smirked, pressing two fingers deep inside Hermione, her thumb rubbing insistently against her clit. She sped up her movements, her fingers thrusting in and out of Hermione with a steady rhythm. Hermione's breathing quickened, her body tightening as she neared the edge once more.
"Look at me," Fleur commanded, and Hermione's eyes fluttered open, locking onto Fleur's intense gaze. "Come for me again."
Hermione's orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, her body arching off the bed as she screamed Fleur's name. Fleur watched her carefully, her fingers working through Hermione's climax until she collapsed back onto the bed, utterly spent.
"Again," Fleur whispered, her lips brushing against Hermione's ear. "I said again."
Fleur's lips curled into a wicked smile as she watched Hermione tremble beneath her, her body still shuddering from the aftershocks of her last climax. The room was heavy with the scent of sweat and arousal, the air thick with the sounds of their ragged breathing. Fleur leaned down, her silvery hair cascading over Hermione's flushed skin as she whispered, "You're not done yet, mon amour."
Hermione whimpered softly, her legs instinctively spreading wider as Fleur's fingers trailed down her inner thighs. She was slick, swollen, and utterly exposed, but Fleur wasn't satisfied. No, she wanted more—more moans, more screams, more of Hermione unraveling completely under her touch.
"F-Fleur," Hermione stuttered, her voice hoarse from screaming. "I can't… I…"
"You can," Fleur interrupted sharply, her tone leaving no room for argument. Her hand moved between Hermione's legs, her fingers brushing over her wetness before plunging back inside without warning. Hermione cried out, her back arching off the bed as Fleur began to fuck her with relentless precision. "You will. Because I say so."
Hermione's hands clawed at the sheets, her hips jerking in time with Fleur's thrusts. Every movement sent waves of pleasure crashing through her, her body betraying her exhaustion as it eagerly responded to Fleur's demands. Fleur watched her intently, her eyes dark with hunger as she added a second finger, then a third, stretching Hermione until she gasped.
"Tell me how much you want this," Fleur purred, her free hand gripping Hermione's hip hard enough to leave marks. "Beg for it."
"P-please," Hermione choked out, her voice breaking. "Please, don't stop. I need it… I need you."
Fleur's lips curved into a smirk as she slowed her movements, drawing her fingers almost all the way out before pushing them back in with a sharp snap of her wrist. "Louder," she demanded, her voice low and commanding.
"Please!" Hermione screamed, her nails tearing into the mattress. "Don't stop fucking me! I need it… I need it so badly!"
Fleur rewarded her with a brutal pace, her fingers pistoning in and out of Hermione's soaking cunt. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with Hermione's desperate cries. Fleur leaned down, capturing Hermione's lips in a searing kiss that stole what little breath she had left. Their tongues tangled as Fleur continued to fuck her, her thumb circling Hermione's clit with ruthless precision.
Hermione's orgasm came suddenly, crashing over her like a storm. Her body convulsed, her walls clamping down around Fleur's fingers as she let out a wordless scream. Fleur didn't relent, driving her through the peak and into another wave of pleasure within seconds. Hermione sobbed, her entire body trembling as Fleur pushed her further than she thought possible.
"That's it, ma chère," Fleur murmured against her lips, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "Let go. Come for me again."
Hermione couldn't even form words anymore, her voice reduced to broken whimpers as Fleur worked her over. Her vision blurred, her mind going blank as pleasure consumed her entirely. It was too much—too intense, too overwhelming—but Fleur wouldn't let her stop. Not until she was completely spent.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Fleur slowed her movements, gently easing Hermione down from the high. Hermione collapsed onto the bed, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath. Her body was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, her limbs feeling like they were made of lead. She could barely move, let alone think.
Fleur pulled her fingers out slowly, trailing them up Hermione's trembling thighs before bringing them to her lips. She licked them clean with deliberate slowness, her eyes never leaving Hermione's. "Delicious," she murmured, savoring the taste on her tongue. "But we're not done yet."
Hermione's eyes widened in disbelief. "Fleur, I… I can't…"
"You can," Fleur said simply, crawling up Hermione's body until their faces were inches apart. "And you will." Her hands gripped Hermione's wrists, pinning them above her head as she settled between her thighs. "Because I'm not finished with you."
Before Hermione could protest, Fleur lowered herself, her tongue dragging a hot, wet path between Hermione's legs. Hermione gasped, her hips jerking as Fleur's mouth found her clit. Fleur sucked hard, her tongue flicking over the sensitive bundle of nerves as Hermione cried out. Her hands tightened around Hermione's wrists, holding her in place as she devoured her.
"Oh god, Fleur!" Hermione moaned, her head thrashing against the pillows. "It's too much… I can't—"
"Yes, you can," Fleur growled against her, her breath hot on Hermione's skin. "Come one more time. For me."
Hermione's resistance crumbled as Fleur's tongue pressed harder, faster, driving her toward the edge once more. Her body arched off the bed, her toes curling as ecstasy ripped through her. She screamed Fleur's name as her orgasm hit, her body convulsing uncontrollably beneath Fleur's relentless mouth.
Fleur didn't stop until Hermione went limp, her body collapsing back onto the bed in a boneless heap. Only then did Fleur pull away, licking her lips as she admired her handiwork. Hermione lay sprawled beneath her, her chest rising and falling in shallow breaths, her skin glistening with sweat.
Fleur leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to Hermione's forehead. "Sleep now, ma belle," she murmured, her voice gentle despite the intensity of what had just transpired. "We'll talk tomorrow."
Hermione barely managed a nod, her eyelids already drooping as exhaustion claimed her. Fleur watched her for a moment longer before slipping out of bed, her movements graceful despite the late hour. She dressed quietly, her eyes lingering on Hermione's sleeping form before she turned and left the room, the door clicking shut behind her.
When Hermione woke hours later, the first rays of sunlight were creeping through the curtains. She groaned softly, her body aching in ways she hadn't thought possible. The bed beside her was empty, the sheets cool where Fleur had been. She sat up slowly, wincing as the memories of the previous night flooded back.
On the dresser, a small piece of parchment caught her eye. She reached for it, her fingers trembling slightly as she unfolded it. The note was written in elegant script, the words simple yet laden with meaning: "Until next time."
Hermione stared at it, her heart racing as she realized today was the wedding. And whatever had happened between her and Fleur… it wasn't over.