Girl Secrets - A gift for flipflop_diva!
Title: Girl Secrets
Author: imera
Recipient: flipflop_diva
Pairing(s): Fleur/Ginny
Word Count: 2,149 words
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Dub-con, infidelity
Summary: Often when traditions stand in the way to get a divorce, an affair can be the saviour for someone.
Author's Notes: This story might not be extremely dark, but it was a pinch hit, and I only had a week to write (less because of work). I would love to thank a good friend of mine who helped me with the plot. Also, for those who do not know, maman=mother.
Fleur struggled to sleep. It wasn’t the first time, and she doubted it would be the last. Her maman said it was because of the war, but she knew that wasn’t the reason; it was because of Bill. She loved him, but he was not the same after he was scarred by that awful Werewolf.
When she told her maman she wanted to file for a divorce, her maman remind her about her marriage vow. It might sound like she was an awful maman, but they came from an old family with old traditions, and divorce was not acceptable.
Eventually Fleur decided to do as her maman wished and stay with Bill. That wasn’t the life she had hoped she’d have, but she was a great actress and pretended like everything was fine.
Not wanting to waste her night next to Bill, listening to every breath he took, she decided to get up and take a stroll around the garden. Grabbing her robe since she slept in the nude, she quietly made her way out of their room, glad Bill had done something good and fixed the squeaky door. Normally, once the door was closed, she wouldn’t bother about tiptoeing her way down the hall, but since they had guests she didn’t have a choice.
She reached the room Ginny used when she suddenly heard some strange noises coming from it. It sounded like she was in pain. Worried her sister-in-law’s health was at stake, Fleur quietly walked over to her room. She lifted her hand and was about to knock when she stopped. The sounds in Ginny’s room changed and no longer sounded like she was in pain, rather pleasure. When Fleur realised what was going on in the room she couldn’t help blushing; Ginny was pleasuring herself.
“Ah, yes, yes,” Ginny repeated between her moans. Fleur knew she should walk away and let the younger girl have her private moment, but something inside her kept her there.
Her whole body became warm when she wondered if Ginny was laying beneath her duvet, or if she was on the bed, her legs spread, her most private parts flashing the door. If she'd only brought her wand she wouldn’t have to wonder, but maybe she wouldn’t have used a peeping spell since it would be crossing a line.
Fleur placed her left hand against the wall for extra support while her right hand moved between her legs, seeking out the warm and wet cave she knew so well. Pushing a finger inside herself, she sought the special spot which sent a lovely warm tingle through her body.
Resting her head against her left hand, she imagined Ginny lay next to her, the sweet sounds escaping her mouth while she brought herself closer to the edge.
Fleur struggled to breathe when she felt the familiar start of her orgasm. Fearing Ginny would hear her, she tried to suppress her moans by placing her hand across her mouth. Ginny then said something which shocked Fleur so much that she couldn’t continue.
“Ah, Fleur,” Ginny moaned louder than before, this time moaning for a few seconds before stopping.
It felt like someone threw a bucket of cold water on Fleur, waking her from her orgasmic state. Fleur couldn’t help but wonder if she'd heard right; did Ginny really moan her name?
Not wanting to stand there in case Ginny decided to take a trip to the bathroom, Fleur quietly returned to her bedroom, no longer in the mood to take a walk outside.
She was, of course, not able to sleep that night, not while she remembered Ginny’s last word; her name. She might have stopped masturbating earlier on, but thinking about Ginny while she lay in her own bed made her wet again, and this time she couldn’t help masturbating until she came, while Bill lay sleeping next to her.
Exhausted by the events of the night, and her orgasm, Fleur closed her eyes and let the sleep take her.
-o-
Fleur struggled to act normal the next day, especially when she thought back to the previous night and imagined Ginny with her spread legs in front of Fleur.
She had previous experience with girls, being at Beauxbatons Academy of Magic where she had several good friends, and she'd discovered she liked the girls more than the boys. Ignoring what she really wanted she found Bill, who was a wonderful man.
“Don’t you just love a hot summer day?” Ginny asked as she let herself fall down next to Fleur. Trying to act like everything was normal, Fleur nodded.
Ginny placed her arms behind her head and lay down on the soft grass. By lifting her arms, she raised her dress an inch, revealing more of her soft thighs. Fleur licked her lips and quickly turned her head away, not wanting Ginny or anyone else to see what she was staring at.
“I can’t wait to see Teddy, can you believe he’s turning five?”
Fleur wanted to answer, but when Ginny moved, her knickers were slightly exposed and Fleur’s throat became dry.
Luckily for Fleur, Teddy, his grandmother and Harry arrived right then. Ginny jumped up and headed over to them. Fleur took a few minutes to gather herself before joining the group that surrounded the young child.
Fleur tried her best to forget about Ginny, but every time she was near the red haired girl she couldn’t help but stare at her body. Every time they were far from each other, Fleur searched for the girl in the crowd.
She couldn’t help feeling relieved when it was Teddy’s bedtime and his grandmother returned home with him, as that meant they could finally open the bottles of champagne and Firewhisky. Fleur normally behaved and never drank more than two glasses of champagne, but her obsession with Ginny was starting to take its toll on her.
Bill was occupied with his brothers and didn’t notice her out of the ordinary behaviour, and everyone else was occupied with their friends. The few who sought her out were as drunk as her, and didn’t notice anything strange.
Harry, Hermione and Ron were the first to leave. Fleur watched Ginny and Harry as they said goodbye. Nobody knew the real reason why things ended between them, only that they were still good friends. Fleur thought she now knew why things didn’t end well between them.
Later that night, around midnight, the remaining guests left and Fleur, Bill and Ginny went up to their own rooms. By the time Fleur left the bathroom, Bill was already sleeping.
Fleur knew she should join her husband, but there was something that was pulling her towards the hallway. Wobbling down the hall, she headed over to Ginny’s door and knocked quietly.
“Who is it?” Ginny asked a few seconds later.
A smile spread across Fleur’s face. “It’s me, Fleur.” She didn’t wait for an answer before entering Ginny’s room.
The girl lay beneath her duvet, looking puzzled by the sudden visit. “Is something wrong?” she asked.
Smiling, Fleur walked over to the edge of Ginny’s bed, sitting down as elegantly as she could. “I ‘ave a favor to ask,” Fleur said in a soft voice before leaning closer to Ginny, laying down next to her. “I want you to kiss me.”
Fleur saw the expression of shock on Ginny’s face. “What?” the girl asked. Feeling braver than normal, Fleur leaned over to Ginny and placed her lips against Ginny’s own, breathing in the sweet scent of the girl.
“Fleur,” Ginny said and tried to push her away. “What are you doing?”
Fleur didn’t want to waste time on small chat, not when her body reacted positively to the kiss. She couldn’t hold back a moan when she saw the blush on Ginny’s cheeks. “Don’t be shy, I ‘eard you last night, moaning my name.” The colour of her blush deepened, which increased Fleur’s lust for the girl.
Pulling her dress up, she crawled up in the bed and straddled Ginny. “I want you,” Fleur growled and rubbed herself against Ginny.
“But, you’re married, to my brother!” Ginny shrieked. Fleur had promised her maman that she would not tell anyone about her marriage problems, but Ginny would surely not tell anyone.
“The Delacour family do not divorce, unless absolutely necessary. Sadly, disliking your ‘usband because a curse ‘as changed ‘im is not a valid reason,” Fleur said in English, which had gotten much better in the years she had been living with her husband and his family. “I ‘ave not given my body to ‘im for more tan a year, and I do not wish to either, but I am willingly giving myself to you.” Ginny looked as shocked as before.
It looked like Ginny still wanted to protest, but she allowed Fleur to take control. Pressing Ginny’s hands into the pillows, Fleur continued to rub herself against Ginny, gasping every time her clitoris was rubbed.
Frustrated over the amount of clothes she had on, Fleur released Ginny’s wrists and lifted her dress above her head, revealing her small but nice breasts. Looking down she saw that Ginny admired her body. Standing up, Fleur removed her knickers.
“Let’s get this off,” Fleur said in her soft tone and helped Ginny pull her nightgown off.
Ginny wasn’t fighting, but Fleur could see she wasn’t ready. If she was less drunk, Fleur might stop and make sure Ginny was fine, but she didn’t.
Not wasting anymore time, Fleur straddled Ginny’s right leg, rubbing herself against her while letting her right hand travel up Ginny’s body until Fleur reached Ginny’s breast. Ginny reacted well to her touch; moaning, gasping and rubbing against Fleur’s leg which was placed between her legs. Fleur smiled when she felt Ginny’s dripping vagina against her leg.
Releasing Ginny’s breast, Fleur moved her hand between Ginny’s legs and dipped a finger into her wonderful and dripping entrance. Ginny’s reaction was better than anticipated. Arching her back, Ginny moaned loudly and fisted the duvet. Fleur continued to play with Ginny, entering a second finger, twisting them upwards until she found Ginny’s g-spot, which made her scream.
Fleur found herself lusting to hear more sounds. Determined to make Ginny moan, Fleur leaned down and licked Ginny’s nipple before she sucked it into her mouth, rolling it between her teeth. Ginny reacted exactly how Fleur wanted and moaned. Fleur moved the fingers inside Ginny faster than before, expecting the girl to react with several screams.
Ginny’s response was more than Fleur could have hoped for. She screamed so loudly that Fleur feared it would wake Bill. Luckily her husband was a deep sleeper, and he had placed a muffling spell on their room to keep most sounds out.
What Fleur did not expect was Ginny squirting all over her hand. It was a surprise, but Fleur quickly regained control. Pulling her fingers out of Ginny, she licked them. Ginny lay beneath her, staring at Fleur with a surprised look on her face. That was when Fleur had an idea of how to make this experience even better for them. Rubbing her fingers against Ginny’s swollen vagina, she made sure she got some juice on them before reaching for Ginny’s mouth.
“Lick,” Fleur ordered. Ginny continued to look shocked, but after a few seconds in silence, she obeyed and stuck her tongue out. Fleur smiled and bent down to give her a deep kiss.
When she was done with the kiss, Fleur lifted Ginny’s leg and placed her own vagina against Ginny’s, preparing herself for her own orgasm.
Rubbing herself against Ginny, Fleur struggled to breathe while the orgasmic feeling built itself in her, preparing her for an orgasm she hadn’t felt in a long time. Ginny seemed to be enjoying everything as well, moaning where she lay, moving her bottom in a way which brought them more pleasure.
“I’m, I’m, a, Ginny!” Fleur said before the orgasm took over her whole body. The power was so strong that her legs shook and her whole face tingled. Ginny didn’t stop moving, which was a good thing since it made Fleur’s orgasm much longer.
When Fleur’s body stopped shaking, she sat up and crawled up to Ginny. “Tank you,” she said before planting a soft kiss on Ginny’s mouth. “Maybe, if you want, we can do tis again some day.” Ginny was still shocked, but she nodded.
Smiling, Fleur stood up from the bed and got dressed; it was time to return to her bed. Sending a blow kiss towards Ginny, who was still laying on the duvet, she opened the door and walked back to her own room.
It wasn’t until late at night that she felt the guilt, and while it was horrible, it was the only way she could survive her marriage without losing her mind.
Author: imera
Recipient: flipflop_diva
Pairing(s): Fleur/Ginny
Word Count: 2,149 words
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Dub-con, infidelity
Summary: Often when traditions stand in the way to get a divorce, an affair can be the saviour for someone.
Author's Notes: This story might not be extremely dark, but it was a pinch hit, and I only had a week to write (less because of work). I would love to thank a good friend of mine who helped me with the plot. Also, for those who do not know, maman=mother.
Fleur struggled to sleep. It wasn’t the first time, and she doubted it would be the last. Her maman said it was because of the war, but she knew that wasn’t the reason; it was because of Bill. She loved him, but he was not the same after he was scarred by that awful Werewolf.
When she told her maman she wanted to file for a divorce, her maman remind her about her marriage vow. It might sound like she was an awful maman, but they came from an old family with old traditions, and divorce was not acceptable.
Eventually Fleur decided to do as her maman wished and stay with Bill. That wasn’t the life she had hoped she’d have, but she was a great actress and pretended like everything was fine.
Not wanting to waste her night next to Bill, listening to every breath he took, she decided to get up and take a stroll around the garden. Grabbing her robe since she slept in the nude, she quietly made her way out of their room, glad Bill had done something good and fixed the squeaky door. Normally, once the door was closed, she wouldn’t bother about tiptoeing her way down the hall, but since they had guests she didn’t have a choice.
She reached the room Ginny used when she suddenly heard some strange noises coming from it. It sounded like she was in pain. Worried her sister-in-law’s health was at stake, Fleur quietly walked over to her room. She lifted her hand and was about to knock when she stopped. The sounds in Ginny’s room changed and no longer sounded like she was in pain, rather pleasure. When Fleur realised what was going on in the room she couldn’t help blushing; Ginny was pleasuring herself.
“Ah, yes, yes,” Ginny repeated between her moans. Fleur knew she should walk away and let the younger girl have her private moment, but something inside her kept her there.
Her whole body became warm when she wondered if Ginny was laying beneath her duvet, or if she was on the bed, her legs spread, her most private parts flashing the door. If she'd only brought her wand she wouldn’t have to wonder, but maybe she wouldn’t have used a peeping spell since it would be crossing a line.
Fleur placed her left hand against the wall for extra support while her right hand moved between her legs, seeking out the warm and wet cave she knew so well. Pushing a finger inside herself, she sought the special spot which sent a lovely warm tingle through her body.
Resting her head against her left hand, she imagined Ginny lay next to her, the sweet sounds escaping her mouth while she brought herself closer to the edge.
Fleur struggled to breathe when she felt the familiar start of her orgasm. Fearing Ginny would hear her, she tried to suppress her moans by placing her hand across her mouth. Ginny then said something which shocked Fleur so much that she couldn’t continue.
“Ah, Fleur,” Ginny moaned louder than before, this time moaning for a few seconds before stopping.
It felt like someone threw a bucket of cold water on Fleur, waking her from her orgasmic state. Fleur couldn’t help but wonder if she'd heard right; did Ginny really moan her name?
Not wanting to stand there in case Ginny decided to take a trip to the bathroom, Fleur quietly returned to her bedroom, no longer in the mood to take a walk outside.
She was, of course, not able to sleep that night, not while she remembered Ginny’s last word; her name. She might have stopped masturbating earlier on, but thinking about Ginny while she lay in her own bed made her wet again, and this time she couldn’t help masturbating until she came, while Bill lay sleeping next to her.
Exhausted by the events of the night, and her orgasm, Fleur closed her eyes and let the sleep take her.
-o-
Fleur struggled to act normal the next day, especially when she thought back to the previous night and imagined Ginny with her spread legs in front of Fleur.
She had previous experience with girls, being at Beauxbatons Academy of Magic where she had several good friends, and she'd discovered she liked the girls more than the boys. Ignoring what she really wanted she found Bill, who was a wonderful man.
“Don’t you just love a hot summer day?” Ginny asked as she let herself fall down next to Fleur. Trying to act like everything was normal, Fleur nodded.
Ginny placed her arms behind her head and lay down on the soft grass. By lifting her arms, she raised her dress an inch, revealing more of her soft thighs. Fleur licked her lips and quickly turned her head away, not wanting Ginny or anyone else to see what she was staring at.
“I can’t wait to see Teddy, can you believe he’s turning five?”
Fleur wanted to answer, but when Ginny moved, her knickers were slightly exposed and Fleur’s throat became dry.
Luckily for Fleur, Teddy, his grandmother and Harry arrived right then. Ginny jumped up and headed over to them. Fleur took a few minutes to gather herself before joining the group that surrounded the young child.
Fleur tried her best to forget about Ginny, but every time she was near the red haired girl she couldn’t help but stare at her body. Every time they were far from each other, Fleur searched for the girl in the crowd.
She couldn’t help feeling relieved when it was Teddy’s bedtime and his grandmother returned home with him, as that meant they could finally open the bottles of champagne and Firewhisky. Fleur normally behaved and never drank more than two glasses of champagne, but her obsession with Ginny was starting to take its toll on her.
Bill was occupied with his brothers and didn’t notice her out of the ordinary behaviour, and everyone else was occupied with their friends. The few who sought her out were as drunk as her, and didn’t notice anything strange.
Harry, Hermione and Ron were the first to leave. Fleur watched Ginny and Harry as they said goodbye. Nobody knew the real reason why things ended between them, only that they were still good friends. Fleur thought she now knew why things didn’t end well between them.
Later that night, around midnight, the remaining guests left and Fleur, Bill and Ginny went up to their own rooms. By the time Fleur left the bathroom, Bill was already sleeping.
Fleur knew she should join her husband, but there was something that was pulling her towards the hallway. Wobbling down the hall, she headed over to Ginny’s door and knocked quietly.
“Who is it?” Ginny asked a few seconds later.
A smile spread across Fleur’s face. “It’s me, Fleur.” She didn’t wait for an answer before entering Ginny’s room.
The girl lay beneath her duvet, looking puzzled by the sudden visit. “Is something wrong?” she asked.
Smiling, Fleur walked over to the edge of Ginny’s bed, sitting down as elegantly as she could. “I ‘ave a favor to ask,” Fleur said in a soft voice before leaning closer to Ginny, laying down next to her. “I want you to kiss me.”
Fleur saw the expression of shock on Ginny’s face. “What?” the girl asked. Feeling braver than normal, Fleur leaned over to Ginny and placed her lips against Ginny’s own, breathing in the sweet scent of the girl.
“Fleur,” Ginny said and tried to push her away. “What are you doing?”
Fleur didn’t want to waste time on small chat, not when her body reacted positively to the kiss. She couldn’t hold back a moan when she saw the blush on Ginny’s cheeks. “Don’t be shy, I ‘eard you last night, moaning my name.” The colour of her blush deepened, which increased Fleur’s lust for the girl.
Pulling her dress up, she crawled up in the bed and straddled Ginny. “I want you,” Fleur growled and rubbed herself against Ginny.
“But, you’re married, to my brother!” Ginny shrieked. Fleur had promised her maman that she would not tell anyone about her marriage problems, but Ginny would surely not tell anyone.
“The Delacour family do not divorce, unless absolutely necessary. Sadly, disliking your ‘usband because a curse ‘as changed ‘im is not a valid reason,” Fleur said in English, which had gotten much better in the years she had been living with her husband and his family. “I ‘ave not given my body to ‘im for more tan a year, and I do not wish to either, but I am willingly giving myself to you.” Ginny looked as shocked as before.
It looked like Ginny still wanted to protest, but she allowed Fleur to take control. Pressing Ginny’s hands into the pillows, Fleur continued to rub herself against Ginny, gasping every time her clitoris was rubbed.
Frustrated over the amount of clothes she had on, Fleur released Ginny’s wrists and lifted her dress above her head, revealing her small but nice breasts. Looking down she saw that Ginny admired her body. Standing up, Fleur removed her knickers.
“Let’s get this off,” Fleur said in her soft tone and helped Ginny pull her nightgown off.
Ginny wasn’t fighting, but Fleur could see she wasn’t ready. If she was less drunk, Fleur might stop and make sure Ginny was fine, but she didn’t.
Not wasting anymore time, Fleur straddled Ginny’s right leg, rubbing herself against her while letting her right hand travel up Ginny’s body until Fleur reached Ginny’s breast. Ginny reacted well to her touch; moaning, gasping and rubbing against Fleur’s leg which was placed between her legs. Fleur smiled when she felt Ginny’s dripping vagina against her leg.
Releasing Ginny’s breast, Fleur moved her hand between Ginny’s legs and dipped a finger into her wonderful and dripping entrance. Ginny’s reaction was better than anticipated. Arching her back, Ginny moaned loudly and fisted the duvet. Fleur continued to play with Ginny, entering a second finger, twisting them upwards until she found Ginny’s g-spot, which made her scream.
Fleur found herself lusting to hear more sounds. Determined to make Ginny moan, Fleur leaned down and licked Ginny’s nipple before she sucked it into her mouth, rolling it between her teeth. Ginny reacted exactly how Fleur wanted and moaned. Fleur moved the fingers inside Ginny faster than before, expecting the girl to react with several screams.
Ginny’s response was more than Fleur could have hoped for. She screamed so loudly that Fleur feared it would wake Bill. Luckily her husband was a deep sleeper, and he had placed a muffling spell on their room to keep most sounds out.
What Fleur did not expect was Ginny squirting all over her hand. It was a surprise, but Fleur quickly regained control. Pulling her fingers out of Ginny, she licked them. Ginny lay beneath her, staring at Fleur with a surprised look on her face. That was when Fleur had an idea of how to make this experience even better for them. Rubbing her fingers against Ginny’s swollen vagina, she made sure she got some juice on them before reaching for Ginny’s mouth.
“Lick,” Fleur ordered. Ginny continued to look shocked, but after a few seconds in silence, she obeyed and stuck her tongue out. Fleur smiled and bent down to give her a deep kiss.
When she was done with the kiss, Fleur lifted Ginny’s leg and placed her own vagina against Ginny’s, preparing herself for her own orgasm.
Rubbing herself against Ginny, Fleur struggled to breathe while the orgasmic feeling built itself in her, preparing her for an orgasm she hadn’t felt in a long time. Ginny seemed to be enjoying everything as well, moaning where she lay, moving her bottom in a way which brought them more pleasure.
“I’m, I’m, a, Ginny!” Fleur said before the orgasm took over her whole body. The power was so strong that her legs shook and her whole face tingled. Ginny didn’t stop moving, which was a good thing since it made Fleur’s orgasm much longer.
When Fleur’s body stopped shaking, she sat up and crawled up to Ginny. “Tank you,” she said before planting a soft kiss on Ginny’s mouth. “Maybe, if you want, we can do tis again some day.” Ginny was still shocked, but she nodded.
Smiling, Fleur stood up from the bed and got dressed; it was time to return to her bed. Sending a blow kiss towards Ginny, who was still laying on the duvet, she opened the door and walked back to her own room.
It wasn’t until late at night that she felt the guilt, and while it was horrible, it was the only way she could survive her marriage without losing her mind.