All Planned - 1/1 - Adult - Fleur/Hermione
Title: All Planned (1/1)
Author: silvernatasha
Rating: Adult
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Summary: Fleur was in England, gradually working her way up through the ranks of Gringotts and, in her spare time, trying to seduce Hermione Granger. Fleur/Hermione.
A/N: Written for smut_69 prompt #61: slick.
Word Count: 1515.
Fleur Delacour was perfectly aware of the affect that she had on men. She’d known it since she was about thirteen and had returned to school that September; the boys had flocked around her, eager to be her friend and maybe a little something more. It was fun, too: she liked to tease them, to make them hard and wanting and absolutely desperate with need for her.
Women were more of a challenge. She’d been fifteen when she realised that she found women attractive, too. Fleur had had a couple of discreet flings at school, touching and kissing and more in their dormitories at night beneath the covers. It was gentle and teasing and very different to the things that she’d done with boys. She liked it and saw no reason to pick between boys and girls when she could have both.
She enjoyed different things with each. With women, though, the chase was part of the fun. Her Veela ancestry often reduced men to babbling and subservient creatures who would cater to her every whim and do anything to impress her. But, while that was all very well and good, she liked the challenge that women presented. She had to be herself, no magic to help her with the seduction.
When she had first met Hermione Granger, the other girl had just been on her peripheral vision. A close friend of her opposition in the Triwizard Tournament, Harry Potter. Then, the Durmstrang competitor, Viktor Krum, had invited her to the Yule Ball and she had been stunning. She was a little too young for Fleur, really, but Fleur had been entranced and Roger had practically passed out when she’d fucked him after the Ball.
Fleur had gone on to marry Bill Weasley, which kept Hermione close through her friendship - and even relationship - with Bill’s younger brother. Then, Ron had left Hermione for Harry and Fleur had split with Bill not long after. It was a very amicable split, really, and had happened quite surprisingly over dinner one evening when they’d been discussing their future and decided that they didn’t really have one.
So, Bill was back in Egypt and living the single life, doing the job he loved and having a whale of a time, and Fleur was in England, gradually working her way up through the ranks of Gringotts and, in her spare time, trying to seduce Hermione Granger.
From what Fleur could tell, Hermione had never had a relationship with a woman, although she seemed to be reacting well to Fleur’s flirting. Sometimes, when they were out at lunch, Fleur wondered if Hermione even knew that Fleur was flirting with her, but she was still persistent.
It was sweet, actually, watching Hermione blush when she thought that the way Fleur touched her was accidental. There was never anything accidental about the way that Fleur touched her, though. Every time she touched her arm or brush against her breasts, it was all planned and timed for the best effect.
One night, over a glass of wine, Hermione finally asked, “Fleur, do you think I’m attractive?”
Fleur could feel herself starting to get a little warm, her stomach fluttering at the intense, serious look Hermione was giving her. “Why would you ask zat?”
“Just… I don’t know.” Hermione took what appeared to be a rather hasty sip of her wine. “Just a feeling that I get sometimes.”
“What feeling ees zat?”
Hermione’s cheeks had started to flush. “That I might find you a little attractive.”
Fleur grinned. “Why do you look so embarrassed?” Hermione had drunk a couple of glasses of wine and the alcohol had no doubt gone to her head, but if it was helping loosen her tongue - and her knickers - Fleur wasn’t going to complain.
“Because you’re my friend. It would be wholly inappropriate for me to have those sorts of feelings.”
Raising her eyebrows, Fleur said, “But you ’ad a relationship with Ronald and ’e was your friend.”
Hermione spluttered. “That was completely different!”
“Why? Because ’e was a man?”
The younger witch was quiet and Fleur watched her with a small smile. Finally, she pulled Hermione’s wineglass from her hand, setting it down with hers. Hermione looked at her in confusion, squeaking a moment later when Fleur kissed her. Surprised, Hermione opened her mouth and Fleur took advantage of this, kissing her deeply and pushing her back onto the sofa.
Hermione’s sounds of protest turned to a moan against Fleur’s lips, her fingers threading through Fleur’s fine blonde hair. She started to kiss Fleur back and Fleur moved to straddle her, never once breaking the kiss. Finally, though, their lips parted and Fleur looked down triumphantly at Hermione. Her cheeks were flushed and eyes slightly glazed, gazing up at Fleur with a stunned expression. “I find you vairy attractive, ’Ermione. For a vairy long time.”
Lowering her head, she kissed Hermione again, teeth tugging at the other witch’s lower lip. Hermione groaned as Fleur cupped her breasts and Fleur was delighted to feel that her nipples were already hard. Eagerly, she unbuttoned Hermione’s too-sensible blouse, pulling back from their kiss to watch as she revealed the dark material of Hermione’s bra. Hermione whimpered as she saw the heated look Fleur was giving her, pressing her thighs together in a bid to dampen her arousal.
As Hermione made no move to stop her, Fleur took that as permission to continue, peppering kisses down her pale throat and collarbone. Her fingers tugged at Hermione’s bra, pulling down the cups so that they bunched beneath her breasts. With no hesitation, Fleur took a nipple into her mouth, sucking on the turgid peak and making Hermione arch her back, wanting more.
The whining, needy sounds that Hermione was unknowingly making as Fleur touched her were arousing Fleur immensely. She moved her attentions to the other breast, tongue gently teasing the nipple and her hands already intent on their next target.
Like her blouse, Hermione’s skirt was far too sensible and was suited more to work than a casual night in with a friend. With a slight frown, Fleur moved backwards, pushing it up and forcing it under Hermione’s hips. Breathless, Hermione watched her, the sofa creaking slightly as they adjusted their positions. Hermione gazed at the French witch in wonder, not sure if Fleur was going to do what she thought she was going to do.
Shivering with anticipation, Hermione licked her lips, which felt suddenly dry. Fleur glanced up at her, a playful smile settling on her lips. “I ’ave wanted to do thees for a long time,” she told her softly, fingers caressing the soft skin of Hermione’s inner thigh. Hermione bit her lip, breath catching in her chest as Fleur lowered her head.
Fleur let out an exultant breath, pushing Hermione’s knickers to the side. Hermione’s cunt was slick with arousal, wet and ready for her. The puff of breath against her most intimate place made Hermione whimper and she was trembling as she waited. Fleur pressed her lips to her cunt, licking her in a long, slow stroke that made Hermione call out. Pleased with the reaction, Fleur started to tease her, to taste her.
Hermione’s fingers gripped at the cushions of the safe as Fleur licked gently around her clit. She was sure that the slick wetness between her legs was building even as Fleur went down on her, just as it had been all evening. Her attraction to Fleur had built gradually, growing as their friendship had. It was strange, because she wasn’t really attracted to any other women; just Fleur. Recently, though, the growing arousal she felt around the witch had become almost unbearable.
Was it possible for Veela to affect women? Hermione was sure that it wasn’t, which meant that this was all her. They were all her own feelings and nothing to do with Fleur. Except, at the same time, they were everything to do with Fleur.
As Fleur’s tongue flicked insistently against Hermione’s clit, she bucked her hips towards Fleur’s face. She needed more. She needed to come, to feel that release. Her heart was pounding and she felt so close - she’d never done anything like this before. Even with previous boyfriends, they’d never shagged half-dressed on the sofa. This felt both out of character and strangely liberating.
“Fleur,” she gasped. “Please. “I need…”
Fleur knew what she needed. What Hermione needed was what she needed too. Her tongue pressed a little firmer on Hermione’s clit and, a few moments later, Hermione was gasping and writhing and then still as her body thrummed with release.
Hermione’s eyes were shining in wonder when Fleur pulled back. Slowly, she licked her lips, feeling strangely powerful as Hermione shivered as she watched Fleur’s tongue. “You’ve wanted me for a long time?” Hermione asked with a slightly shaking voice as though she wasn’t sure whether to believe it.
“Oui.” Fleur’s finger traced patterns on Hermione’s exposed thigh. “Eef you still need me to prove eet…”
“No,” Hermione interjected quickly. “I believe you.”
Author: silvernatasha
Rating: Adult
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Summary: Fleur was in England, gradually working her way up through the ranks of Gringotts and, in her spare time, trying to seduce Hermione Granger. Fleur/Hermione.
A/N: Written for smut_69 prompt #61: slick.
Word Count: 1515.
Fleur Delacour was perfectly aware of the affect that she had on men. She’d known it since she was about thirteen and had returned to school that September; the boys had flocked around her, eager to be her friend and maybe a little something more. It was fun, too: she liked to tease them, to make them hard and wanting and absolutely desperate with need for her.
Women were more of a challenge. She’d been fifteen when she realised that she found women attractive, too. Fleur had had a couple of discreet flings at school, touching and kissing and more in their dormitories at night beneath the covers. It was gentle and teasing and very different to the things that she’d done with boys. She liked it and saw no reason to pick between boys and girls when she could have both.
She enjoyed different things with each. With women, though, the chase was part of the fun. Her Veela ancestry often reduced men to babbling and subservient creatures who would cater to her every whim and do anything to impress her. But, while that was all very well and good, she liked the challenge that women presented. She had to be herself, no magic to help her with the seduction.
When she had first met Hermione Granger, the other girl had just been on her peripheral vision. A close friend of her opposition in the Triwizard Tournament, Harry Potter. Then, the Durmstrang competitor, Viktor Krum, had invited her to the Yule Ball and she had been stunning. She was a little too young for Fleur, really, but Fleur had been entranced and Roger had practically passed out when she’d fucked him after the Ball.
Fleur had gone on to marry Bill Weasley, which kept Hermione close through her friendship - and even relationship - with Bill’s younger brother. Then, Ron had left Hermione for Harry and Fleur had split with Bill not long after. It was a very amicable split, really, and had happened quite surprisingly over dinner one evening when they’d been discussing their future and decided that they didn’t really have one.
So, Bill was back in Egypt and living the single life, doing the job he loved and having a whale of a time, and Fleur was in England, gradually working her way up through the ranks of Gringotts and, in her spare time, trying to seduce Hermione Granger.
From what Fleur could tell, Hermione had never had a relationship with a woman, although she seemed to be reacting well to Fleur’s flirting. Sometimes, when they were out at lunch, Fleur wondered if Hermione even knew that Fleur was flirting with her, but she was still persistent.
It was sweet, actually, watching Hermione blush when she thought that the way Fleur touched her was accidental. There was never anything accidental about the way that Fleur touched her, though. Every time she touched her arm or brush against her breasts, it was all planned and timed for the best effect.
One night, over a glass of wine, Hermione finally asked, “Fleur, do you think I’m attractive?”
Fleur could feel herself starting to get a little warm, her stomach fluttering at the intense, serious look Hermione was giving her. “Why would you ask zat?”
“Just… I don’t know.” Hermione took what appeared to be a rather hasty sip of her wine. “Just a feeling that I get sometimes.”
“What feeling ees zat?”
Hermione’s cheeks had started to flush. “That I might find you a little attractive.”
Fleur grinned. “Why do you look so embarrassed?” Hermione had drunk a couple of glasses of wine and the alcohol had no doubt gone to her head, but if it was helping loosen her tongue - and her knickers - Fleur wasn’t going to complain.
“Because you’re my friend. It would be wholly inappropriate for me to have those sorts of feelings.”
Raising her eyebrows, Fleur said, “But you ’ad a relationship with Ronald and ’e was your friend.”
Hermione spluttered. “That was completely different!”
“Why? Because ’e was a man?”
The younger witch was quiet and Fleur watched her with a small smile. Finally, she pulled Hermione’s wineglass from her hand, setting it down with hers. Hermione looked at her in confusion, squeaking a moment later when Fleur kissed her. Surprised, Hermione opened her mouth and Fleur took advantage of this, kissing her deeply and pushing her back onto the sofa.
Hermione’s sounds of protest turned to a moan against Fleur’s lips, her fingers threading through Fleur’s fine blonde hair. She started to kiss Fleur back and Fleur moved to straddle her, never once breaking the kiss. Finally, though, their lips parted and Fleur looked down triumphantly at Hermione. Her cheeks were flushed and eyes slightly glazed, gazing up at Fleur with a stunned expression. “I find you vairy attractive, ’Ermione. For a vairy long time.”
Lowering her head, she kissed Hermione again, teeth tugging at the other witch’s lower lip. Hermione groaned as Fleur cupped her breasts and Fleur was delighted to feel that her nipples were already hard. Eagerly, she unbuttoned Hermione’s too-sensible blouse, pulling back from their kiss to watch as she revealed the dark material of Hermione’s bra. Hermione whimpered as she saw the heated look Fleur was giving her, pressing her thighs together in a bid to dampen her arousal.
As Hermione made no move to stop her, Fleur took that as permission to continue, peppering kisses down her pale throat and collarbone. Her fingers tugged at Hermione’s bra, pulling down the cups so that they bunched beneath her breasts. With no hesitation, Fleur took a nipple into her mouth, sucking on the turgid peak and making Hermione arch her back, wanting more.
The whining, needy sounds that Hermione was unknowingly making as Fleur touched her were arousing Fleur immensely. She moved her attentions to the other breast, tongue gently teasing the nipple and her hands already intent on their next target.
Like her blouse, Hermione’s skirt was far too sensible and was suited more to work than a casual night in with a friend. With a slight frown, Fleur moved backwards, pushing it up and forcing it under Hermione’s hips. Breathless, Hermione watched her, the sofa creaking slightly as they adjusted their positions. Hermione gazed at the French witch in wonder, not sure if Fleur was going to do what she thought she was going to do.
Shivering with anticipation, Hermione licked her lips, which felt suddenly dry. Fleur glanced up at her, a playful smile settling on her lips. “I ’ave wanted to do thees for a long time,” she told her softly, fingers caressing the soft skin of Hermione’s inner thigh. Hermione bit her lip, breath catching in her chest as Fleur lowered her head.
Fleur let out an exultant breath, pushing Hermione’s knickers to the side. Hermione’s cunt was slick with arousal, wet and ready for her. The puff of breath against her most intimate place made Hermione whimper and she was trembling as she waited. Fleur pressed her lips to her cunt, licking her in a long, slow stroke that made Hermione call out. Pleased with the reaction, Fleur started to tease her, to taste her.
Hermione’s fingers gripped at the cushions of the safe as Fleur licked gently around her clit. She was sure that the slick wetness between her legs was building even as Fleur went down on her, just as it had been all evening. Her attraction to Fleur had built gradually, growing as their friendship had. It was strange, because she wasn’t really attracted to any other women; just Fleur. Recently, though, the growing arousal she felt around the witch had become almost unbearable.
Was it possible for Veela to affect women? Hermione was sure that it wasn’t, which meant that this was all her. They were all her own feelings and nothing to do with Fleur. Except, at the same time, they were everything to do with Fleur.
As Fleur’s tongue flicked insistently against Hermione’s clit, she bucked her hips towards Fleur’s face. She needed more. She needed to come, to feel that release. Her heart was pounding and she felt so close - she’d never done anything like this before. Even with previous boyfriends, they’d never shagged half-dressed on the sofa. This felt both out of character and strangely liberating.
“Fleur,” she gasped. “Please. “I need…”
Fleur knew what she needed. What Hermione needed was what she needed too. Her tongue pressed a little firmer on Hermione’s clit and, a few moments later, Hermione was gasping and writhing and then still as her body thrummed with release.
Hermione’s eyes were shining in wonder when Fleur pulled back. Slowly, she licked her lips, feeling strangely powerful as Hermione shivered as she watched Fleur’s tongue. “You’ve wanted me for a long time?” Hermione asked with a slightly shaking voice as though she wasn’t sure whether to believe it.
“Oui.” Fleur’s finger traced patterns on Hermione’s exposed thigh. “Eef you still need me to prove eet…”
“No,” Hermione interjected quickly. “I believe you.”