Fic: "Discovering each other"
Title: Discovering each other
Part: 4/4
Rating: R (right now!)
Pairing: Hermione/Fleur
Summary: Things are getting hot...
Word Count: 2723
Disclaimer: Still not mine. Well, as long as I can play with them... :D
A/N: Many thanks to
la_dissonance for the original beta and
lash_larue for the fresh one. I'm still having marks from her whip, though! :D
As soon as their lips met, both were struck by the force of the love and lust that travelled through that kiss. Hermione felt her heart beat so hard she thought it might just jump out of her chest and land in Fleur's arms. Fleur felt her heart beat fast as well, but most of all her knees were so weak that she had to hold onto the first thing she could catch if she didn't want to fall. The first thing she could catch happened to be a man sitting on a stool at the bar. He was eyeing them quite hungrily and grunted loudly when Fleur's hand grasped at his elbow. The girls stopped kissing and turned towards him, a bit disgusted by his carnal look. That's when the blond witch saw that her hand was on his arm and retrieved it quickly.
"Sorry" she said, but her eyes were already back to Hermione. She smiled and added "Would you like to dance with me?"
"With great pleasure," the English girl beamed.
They went to the dance floor and faced each other. Hermione stepped closer, put a hand on Fleur's waist and brought their hips together; with her other hand, she held onto the French girl's shoulder and pushed slightly, allowing their lower bodies to press still harder. Then she started to move to the music. Fleur just followed suit, incapable of doing anything else. She started to get very excited. And the more Hermione moved the more turned on she was. And when the younger girl's head fell backwards she couldn't help kissing her neck hungrily. Hermione was experiencing something so new and so good that she thought she was dreaming. But when Fleur nibbled at her flesh near her collarbone, she knew it was all real because she did hear the loud moan that exited her own mouth. She couldn't believe it was she who made such a noise and she could feel herself blushing while she knew Fleur's mouth was twitching. The sensations were overpowering her and she started to lose all the thoughts that dared to cross her mind.
In a matter of seconds, Fleur had pushed her against the nearest wall. They started to kiss again passionately, their tongues meeting and tasting each other. It felt so good. Fleur resumed her ministrations to the neck of the beauty in front of her, who was slowly discovering the curves hardly hidden by the corset. Hermione snapped when she felt herself getting wetter. She never ever had been so horny that she could actually feel the wetness between her legs. And it was Fleur who made her feel this way. And before she knew it she was expressing those feelings loudly.
"Oh god!" she panted "You turn me on so much!"
Why did she have to say that out loud? She was so embarrassed now. Especially when the blond witch looked up and smiled cheekily at her before she leaned in to her ear again and whispered in her sexy voice:
"Oh, no Hermione. You're not horny yet, but if you let me, I can show you what being turned on means!" And with that she licked Hermione's earlobe and gently raked her fingernails up to the shivering girl's bare back thigh. Fleur knows what she's doing, Hermione thought. She is torturing me, and I still have my clothes on!
"I want you" she said. Honestly, even naked in the snow she was sure she would not shiver that much!
Fleur smirked. "And you'll have me, Hermio..." But her sentence ended with a gasp. Indeed, her hand had reached Hermione's arse where she definitely expected the rough feeling of the fabric of whatever panties Hermione would be wearing. But, no. No fabric there. Only the soft touch of the delicate skin. She was wearing a g-string. This came as a shock for Fleur - a pleasant one, mind you - who had to voice it.
"I thought you didn't have any fancy clothes?"
It was Hermione's turn to look mischievous. "Well, I didn't say anything about underwear, did I?"
Fleur groaned and in a blink of an eye took Hermione's hand, led her out of the club and Apparated them both back in her flat. Conveniently, they happened to Apparate in her bedroom. Before Hermione had time to register anything that had happened, she had already lost her tank top. She pulled away slightly from Fleur, and with a playful glint in her eyes took her wand out from her boots.
"Now, Fleur, it is not fair! I think you are wearing too many clothes. Let me take care of that for you" She hesitated for a second but made up her mind and with a flick of her wand got rid of both Fleur's corset and shorts. She just forgot that because of the corset, the French witch didn't have any bra on. So, Fleur stood there, grinning, only wearing a lacy mauve g-string.
"Who's wearing too much now?" Fleur asked taking a step closer to a flushed Hermione.
"You are so beautiful" the English girl said, reaching up to touch Fleur's cheek with a trembling hand. Her fingers followed the girl's jaw line and caressed the skin down to the beautiful breasts in front of her which were waiting to be touched. She cupped one of the breasts and bent her head down. She darted her tongue out and ever so slowly tasted the nipple which began to stiffen almost immediately. Fleur's head fell back and a loud moan escaped her lips. Hermione felt a little more daring after earning such a reaction. Actually, she felt hell of a lot more daring. She wanted so much to touch and taste Fleur. She pushed the blond witch back toward the bed, slowly at first, and then hard enough for her to fall onto it. She then straddled her and locked their eyes in an intense gaze full of love.
"I want you" she repeated, "I want to feel and taste you. Let me do that, please."
Fleur whimpered. That was the only thing that could slip from her mouth for the moment, so she only nodded. Hermione smiled and resumed her kissing. Her mouth and tongue were feeling all the skin she could reach. She started with Fleur's neck, made her way down to her breasts where she stayed long enough for the French girl to moan, pant and arch her back more and more often. She then started to kiss the other girl's stomach while her hands were still playing with the sensitive nipples.
"If you're going to be that slow, I'm going to jump you" said the older girl between heavy breaths.
Hermione smiled. She couldn't believe the effect she had on Fleur. But most of all, she couldn't believe the effect her own ministrations to the girl had on herself. Tasting the goddess in front of her was amazing, breathtaking; mind boggling... she couldn't find the right words to express how good it felt. And she wanted to go on; so she looked down at Fleur's panties, and took them off quickly. She inhaled deeply the wonderful scent that tickled her nostrils. Fleur's womanhood was glistening. She was so wet. Hermione didn't hesitate a second longer, but bent her head down. She licked and tasted the sweetness and her moan echoed Fleur's. While she was teasing the girl's clit with her tongue, her fingertips caressed the swollen labia. Then, she pushed two fingers inside Fleur's opening.
Fleur was squirming, panting, moaning. The wonderful tension was building up inside her whole body, making her flushed and hot, and in need of more.
"Oh, my god... Encore! Oui, Hermione... Please don't stop" she gasped. Her hands were balled up in fists, holding tightly to the sheets or mattress.
Hermione's fingers moved in and out a little faster now. She was still searching for the best reaction she could get. But as she moved her fingers inside of the other girl, she hit a particular spot that made Fleur groan from pleasure. She tried again and the result was the same accompanied with a lift of her hips. So she went on like that, alternating with all the things that made her lover lose control. Suddenly Fleur stilled. And in a matter of seconds she shook so violently, that Hermione had to use her free arm to hold her in place. The French witch wasn't moaning anymore; she was nearly screaming her pleasure.
Hermione removed her mouth and fingers from Fleur's sex, not before lapping all the heavenly juices coming from the bliss her girlfriend was still experiencing. When they locked eyes, Fleur noticed that Hermione was nervous again. She smiled sweetly and lovingly to her.
"Didn't you hear me?" she asked "Honestly, I had to restrain myself, otherwise I think my parents might have heard me from France!" she chuckled, making the English witch blush. "You were perfect, Hermione. Don't you ever doubt it," she added earnestly.
They held each other tightly for some time. Then, Hermione could feel Fleur's hand starting to wander and emitted a small gasp of pleasure and anticipation.
"You didn't think I was already tired, did you?" the older girl asked.
"Well, I hoped not!" Hermione giggled.
It was Fleur's turn to straddle her lover. The brunette was still wearing her bra, skirt and g-string. Fleur knew that the young and beautiful girl in front of her had never had much pleasure from her experience of lovemaking, and she wanted to take the things slow. She wanted her to have her skin so sensitive that only a whisper would bring her to climax. She started to kiss her slowly, but passionately, while her hands were discovering that perfect body with feathery touches. She was following the fabric of the clothes, threatening to slide under, but never quite doing it. Hermione moaned in the kiss and tugged slightly at Fleur's hands, asking for more.
"Is there anything you want to ask me?" Fleur said not so innocently. The younger girl whimpered but took the blond witch's hand and put it on her breasts.
"Ah! That!" Fleur purred "Yes, you'll have all that I can give you sweetie; but you have to be a good girl and be a little patient." And with that she kissed and licked at Hermione's neck which appeared to be very sensitive, and Fleur enjoyed it very much. Indeed, the young girl was already squirming and panting hard. How the hell did she never manage to have enough pleasure!, Fleur wondered, she is so sensitive and responsive! She herself started to get very excited again, all because of Hermione's reactions. She needed to accelerate a bit and so took all of her lover's clothes in one flick of her wand. Oh, well, okay then she wanted to accelerate quite a lot. What is this girl doing to me, she thought again, I’ve never lost control like that before. But as she stared down at the younger girl's body, it struck her. At that very moment, her world was all about Hermione. She loved her so strongly! So she started to make love to her again. She was a bit quicker, but was still teasing a lot. From the neck to the ample breasts, to the neck again and then the belly following by the inner thighs, and the breasts, and the inner thighs...
Hermione still couldn't believe what she was experiencing. Fleur was the devil, that was for sure. She knew that having sex was supposed to be good, but not that good. She never knew that such pleasure existed. But all these thoughts exploded into oblivion when Fleur's tongue met her folds. Incredible pleasure? That was an understatement! And she was begging now.
"Fleur, please... more... please... more..." she panted. What a weird feeling: you desperately want it to end, but at the same time you want it to last forever.
The blond witch's fingers slid inside Hermione's vagina, and she now could only moan or groan. The wonderful heat rose quickly inside the brunette, and when Fleur's tongue started lapping at her clit it took only few seconds for the ecstasy to overwhelm Hermione's shaking body. She wasn't as loud as the French girl, but she definitely was expressing herself! Then, it was over and Fleur let her recover from her orgasm and lay down next to her, a happy smile on her face. When Hermione's breath settled down, she turned towards her lover and wrapped her arms around her body.
"Thank you!" she said "Was it... Was it that good for you too?"
Fleur nodded "I would say even better!"
"No!" Hermione shook her head "That's not possible"
They looked at each other and giggled softly. The happiness between the two was so intense that the room itself could smile at their naked forms. But Fleur, who was always better at expressing her feelings, spoke first:
"I love you, Hermione" she said with a little voice. She was nervous again.
Hermione locked eyes with her goddess. She surely forgot to breathe for a few seconds. "I love you too, Fleur." she exhaled.
They stayed silent for a while, just feeling happy to be in each other's arms. Then, Hermione broke the silence again.
"You know, I never thought it was true"
"What, honey?" Fleur asked
"Well, I read, er... let's say 'romantic' books and they kept explaining how the characters were losing their minds from pleasure, and before tonight, I thought it was all nonsense"
Fleur looked at her intensely and then grinned cheekily at her. "Wow! You read sexual books? How exciting!"
Hermione's face reddened. "I should never have told you that!"
"What? Yes, you should have! I want to know everything about you."
"Well you know already a lot of things about me, don't you?"
"It is never enough" Fleur said and she rolled onto Hermione before adding "I'm sure that there is a little bit of skin that I don't know perfectly well. Do you think I could manage to make you lose your mind again?"
Hermione rolled her eyes but smiled anyway. However, they only kissed sweetly for some minutes before hugging again side by side, this time with the sheets to cover their bodies.
"I guess I am a homosexual then." Hermione said smiling.
Fleur laughed. "Well, you might be right you know" she said amused "because the last time I checked, I was a girl"
"Yes, I noticed that, mmmm" the younger witch said, staring at her lover's body. Fleur blushed a deep shade of red.
"Well, yes then, I think you are homosexual" she said more seriously, trying to hide her blush.
"Oh, I don't know" Hermione started again "I may be a Fleur-sexual"
If possible the French girl became even more crimson, but she smiled broadly and replied: "I hope so, because now you are mine and I'll never let you go!"
Then, the English girl's head jerked up.
"Oh, I just thought" she said quickly "we have to tell Ron! Then, he will know that it wasn't his fault if I didn't enjoy myself much"
Fleur merely frowned. "I'm not sure this is a good idea, sweetie. He might end up thinking that he was the one who disgusted turned you off of men.”
"Oh! You are right; I'll have to think about it"
"Or," Fleur started again, but with an amused smile this time, "he'll ask you if he can join in" Hermione made a face and Fleur burst out laughing.
"Don't worry, sweetheart" the French witch giggled "You're all mine, and I'll never let anyone touch you anymore"
They spoke some more, mostly about themselves, what they could tell to their families, and who they could tell the truth, and if they wanted to take it slow or not...
Their chat became whispers and they slowly drifted to sleep still holding onto each other tightly.
The very next day they woke up in that same position, and both understood that it was what they wanted to feel for the rest of their lives. It was already early afternoon, but they didn't care and the first movements that were made were to let their passion express itself again.
They were happy.
They were in love.
Part: 4/4
Rating: R (right now!)
Pairing: Hermione/Fleur
Summary: Things are getting hot...
Word Count: 2723
Disclaimer: Still not mine. Well, as long as I can play with them... :D
A/N: Many thanks to
la_dissonance for the original beta and
lash_larue for the fresh one. I'm still having marks from her whip, though! :D
As soon as their lips met, both were struck by the force of the love and lust that travelled through that kiss. Hermione felt her heart beat so hard she thought it might just jump out of her chest and land in Fleur's arms. Fleur felt her heart beat fast as well, but most of all her knees were so weak that she had to hold onto the first thing she could catch if she didn't want to fall. The first thing she could catch happened to be a man sitting on a stool at the bar. He was eyeing them quite hungrily and grunted loudly when Fleur's hand grasped at his elbow. The girls stopped kissing and turned towards him, a bit disgusted by his carnal look. That's when the blond witch saw that her hand was on his arm and retrieved it quickly.
"Sorry" she said, but her eyes were already back to Hermione. She smiled and added "Would you like to dance with me?"
"With great pleasure," the English girl beamed.
They went to the dance floor and faced each other. Hermione stepped closer, put a hand on Fleur's waist and brought their hips together; with her other hand, she held onto the French girl's shoulder and pushed slightly, allowing their lower bodies to press still harder. Then she started to move to the music. Fleur just followed suit, incapable of doing anything else. She started to get very excited. And the more Hermione moved the more turned on she was. And when the younger girl's head fell backwards she couldn't help kissing her neck hungrily. Hermione was experiencing something so new and so good that she thought she was dreaming. But when Fleur nibbled at her flesh near her collarbone, she knew it was all real because she did hear the loud moan that exited her own mouth. She couldn't believe it was she who made such a noise and she could feel herself blushing while she knew Fleur's mouth was twitching. The sensations were overpowering her and she started to lose all the thoughts that dared to cross her mind.
In a matter of seconds, Fleur had pushed her against the nearest wall. They started to kiss again passionately, their tongues meeting and tasting each other. It felt so good. Fleur resumed her ministrations to the neck of the beauty in front of her, who was slowly discovering the curves hardly hidden by the corset. Hermione snapped when she felt herself getting wetter. She never ever had been so horny that she could actually feel the wetness between her legs. And it was Fleur who made her feel this way. And before she knew it she was expressing those feelings loudly.
"Oh god!" she panted "You turn me on so much!"
Why did she have to say that out loud? She was so embarrassed now. Especially when the blond witch looked up and smiled cheekily at her before she leaned in to her ear again and whispered in her sexy voice:
"Oh, no Hermione. You're not horny yet, but if you let me, I can show you what being turned on means!" And with that she licked Hermione's earlobe and gently raked her fingernails up to the shivering girl's bare back thigh. Fleur knows what she's doing, Hermione thought. She is torturing me, and I still have my clothes on!
"I want you" she said. Honestly, even naked in the snow she was sure she would not shiver that much!
Fleur smirked. "And you'll have me, Hermio..." But her sentence ended with a gasp. Indeed, her hand had reached Hermione's arse where she definitely expected the rough feeling of the fabric of whatever panties Hermione would be wearing. But, no. No fabric there. Only the soft touch of the delicate skin. She was wearing a g-string. This came as a shock for Fleur - a pleasant one, mind you - who had to voice it.
"I thought you didn't have any fancy clothes?"
It was Hermione's turn to look mischievous. "Well, I didn't say anything about underwear, did I?"
Fleur groaned and in a blink of an eye took Hermione's hand, led her out of the club and Apparated them both back in her flat. Conveniently, they happened to Apparate in her bedroom. Before Hermione had time to register anything that had happened, she had already lost her tank top. She pulled away slightly from Fleur, and with a playful glint in her eyes took her wand out from her boots.
"Now, Fleur, it is not fair! I think you are wearing too many clothes. Let me take care of that for you" She hesitated for a second but made up her mind and with a flick of her wand got rid of both Fleur's corset and shorts. She just forgot that because of the corset, the French witch didn't have any bra on. So, Fleur stood there, grinning, only wearing a lacy mauve g-string.
"Who's wearing too much now?" Fleur asked taking a step closer to a flushed Hermione.
"You are so beautiful" the English girl said, reaching up to touch Fleur's cheek with a trembling hand. Her fingers followed the girl's jaw line and caressed the skin down to the beautiful breasts in front of her which were waiting to be touched. She cupped one of the breasts and bent her head down. She darted her tongue out and ever so slowly tasted the nipple which began to stiffen almost immediately. Fleur's head fell back and a loud moan escaped her lips. Hermione felt a little more daring after earning such a reaction. Actually, she felt hell of a lot more daring. She wanted so much to touch and taste Fleur. She pushed the blond witch back toward the bed, slowly at first, and then hard enough for her to fall onto it. She then straddled her and locked their eyes in an intense gaze full of love.
"I want you" she repeated, "I want to feel and taste you. Let me do that, please."
Fleur whimpered. That was the only thing that could slip from her mouth for the moment, so she only nodded. Hermione smiled and resumed her kissing. Her mouth and tongue were feeling all the skin she could reach. She started with Fleur's neck, made her way down to her breasts where she stayed long enough for the French girl to moan, pant and arch her back more and more often. She then started to kiss the other girl's stomach while her hands were still playing with the sensitive nipples.
"If you're going to be that slow, I'm going to jump you" said the older girl between heavy breaths.
Hermione smiled. She couldn't believe the effect she had on Fleur. But most of all, she couldn't believe the effect her own ministrations to the girl had on herself. Tasting the goddess in front of her was amazing, breathtaking; mind boggling... she couldn't find the right words to express how good it felt. And she wanted to go on; so she looked down at Fleur's panties, and took them off quickly. She inhaled deeply the wonderful scent that tickled her nostrils. Fleur's womanhood was glistening. She was so wet. Hermione didn't hesitate a second longer, but bent her head down. She licked and tasted the sweetness and her moan echoed Fleur's. While she was teasing the girl's clit with her tongue, her fingertips caressed the swollen labia. Then, she pushed two fingers inside Fleur's opening.
Fleur was squirming, panting, moaning. The wonderful tension was building up inside her whole body, making her flushed and hot, and in need of more.
"Oh, my god... Encore! Oui, Hermione... Please don't stop" she gasped. Her hands were balled up in fists, holding tightly to the sheets or mattress.
Hermione's fingers moved in and out a little faster now. She was still searching for the best reaction she could get. But as she moved her fingers inside of the other girl, she hit a particular spot that made Fleur groan from pleasure. She tried again and the result was the same accompanied with a lift of her hips. So she went on like that, alternating with all the things that made her lover lose control. Suddenly Fleur stilled. And in a matter of seconds she shook so violently, that Hermione had to use her free arm to hold her in place. The French witch wasn't moaning anymore; she was nearly screaming her pleasure.
Hermione removed her mouth and fingers from Fleur's sex, not before lapping all the heavenly juices coming from the bliss her girlfriend was still experiencing. When they locked eyes, Fleur noticed that Hermione was nervous again. She smiled sweetly and lovingly to her.
"Didn't you hear me?" she asked "Honestly, I had to restrain myself, otherwise I think my parents might have heard me from France!" she chuckled, making the English witch blush. "You were perfect, Hermione. Don't you ever doubt it," she added earnestly.
They held each other tightly for some time. Then, Hermione could feel Fleur's hand starting to wander and emitted a small gasp of pleasure and anticipation.
"You didn't think I was already tired, did you?" the older girl asked.
"Well, I hoped not!" Hermione giggled.
It was Fleur's turn to straddle her lover. The brunette was still wearing her bra, skirt and g-string. Fleur knew that the young and beautiful girl in front of her had never had much pleasure from her experience of lovemaking, and she wanted to take the things slow. She wanted her to have her skin so sensitive that only a whisper would bring her to climax. She started to kiss her slowly, but passionately, while her hands were discovering that perfect body with feathery touches. She was following the fabric of the clothes, threatening to slide under, but never quite doing it. Hermione moaned in the kiss and tugged slightly at Fleur's hands, asking for more.
"Is there anything you want to ask me?" Fleur said not so innocently. The younger girl whimpered but took the blond witch's hand and put it on her breasts.
"Ah! That!" Fleur purred "Yes, you'll have all that I can give you sweetie; but you have to be a good girl and be a little patient." And with that she kissed and licked at Hermione's neck which appeared to be very sensitive, and Fleur enjoyed it very much. Indeed, the young girl was already squirming and panting hard. How the hell did she never manage to have enough pleasure!, Fleur wondered, she is so sensitive and responsive! She herself started to get very excited again, all because of Hermione's reactions. She needed to accelerate a bit and so took all of her lover's clothes in one flick of her wand. Oh, well, okay then she wanted to accelerate quite a lot. What is this girl doing to me, she thought again, I’ve never lost control like that before. But as she stared down at the younger girl's body, it struck her. At that very moment, her world was all about Hermione. She loved her so strongly! So she started to make love to her again. She was a bit quicker, but was still teasing a lot. From the neck to the ample breasts, to the neck again and then the belly following by the inner thighs, and the breasts, and the inner thighs...
Hermione still couldn't believe what she was experiencing. Fleur was the devil, that was for sure. She knew that having sex was supposed to be good, but not that good. She never knew that such pleasure existed. But all these thoughts exploded into oblivion when Fleur's tongue met her folds. Incredible pleasure? That was an understatement! And she was begging now.
"Fleur, please... more... please... more..." she panted. What a weird feeling: you desperately want it to end, but at the same time you want it to last forever.
The blond witch's fingers slid inside Hermione's vagina, and she now could only moan or groan. The wonderful heat rose quickly inside the brunette, and when Fleur's tongue started lapping at her clit it took only few seconds for the ecstasy to overwhelm Hermione's shaking body. She wasn't as loud as the French girl, but she definitely was expressing herself! Then, it was over and Fleur let her recover from her orgasm and lay down next to her, a happy smile on her face. When Hermione's breath settled down, she turned towards her lover and wrapped her arms around her body.
"Thank you!" she said "Was it... Was it that good for you too?"
Fleur nodded "I would say even better!"
"No!" Hermione shook her head "That's not possible"
They looked at each other and giggled softly. The happiness between the two was so intense that the room itself could smile at their naked forms. But Fleur, who was always better at expressing her feelings, spoke first:
"I love you, Hermione" she said with a little voice. She was nervous again.
Hermione locked eyes with her goddess. She surely forgot to breathe for a few seconds. "I love you too, Fleur." she exhaled.
They stayed silent for a while, just feeling happy to be in each other's arms. Then, Hermione broke the silence again.
"You know, I never thought it was true"
"What, honey?" Fleur asked
"Well, I read, er... let's say 'romantic' books and they kept explaining how the characters were losing their minds from pleasure, and before tonight, I thought it was all nonsense"
Fleur looked at her intensely and then grinned cheekily at her. "Wow! You read sexual books? How exciting!"
Hermione's face reddened. "I should never have told you that!"
"What? Yes, you should have! I want to know everything about you."
"Well you know already a lot of things about me, don't you?"
"It is never enough" Fleur said and she rolled onto Hermione before adding "I'm sure that there is a little bit of skin that I don't know perfectly well. Do you think I could manage to make you lose your mind again?"
Hermione rolled her eyes but smiled anyway. However, they only kissed sweetly for some minutes before hugging again side by side, this time with the sheets to cover their bodies.
"I guess I am a homosexual then." Hermione said smiling.
Fleur laughed. "Well, you might be right you know" she said amused "because the last time I checked, I was a girl"
"Yes, I noticed that, mmmm" the younger witch said, staring at her lover's body. Fleur blushed a deep shade of red.
"Well, yes then, I think you are homosexual" she said more seriously, trying to hide her blush.
"Oh, I don't know" Hermione started again "I may be a Fleur-sexual"
If possible the French girl became even more crimson, but she smiled broadly and replied: "I hope so, because now you are mine and I'll never let you go!"
Then, the English girl's head jerked up.
"Oh, I just thought" she said quickly "we have to tell Ron! Then, he will know that it wasn't his fault if I didn't enjoy myself much"
Fleur merely frowned. "I'm not sure this is a good idea, sweetie. He might end up thinking that he was the one who disgusted turned you off of men.”
"Oh! You are right; I'll have to think about it"
"Or," Fleur started again, but with an amused smile this time, "he'll ask you if he can join in" Hermione made a face and Fleur burst out laughing.
"Don't worry, sweetheart" the French witch giggled "You're all mine, and I'll never let anyone touch you anymore"
They spoke some more, mostly about themselves, what they could tell to their families, and who they could tell the truth, and if they wanted to take it slow or not...
Their chat became whispers and they slowly drifted to sleep still holding onto each other tightly.
The very next day they woke up in that same position, and both understood that it was what they wanted to feel for the rest of their lives. It was already early afternoon, but they didn't care and the first movements that were made were to let their passion express itself again.
They were happy.
They were in love.