|femexchange_mod (femexchange_mod) wrote in fem_exchange,|
@ 2009-01-13 02:18:00
|Entry tags:||fleur/hermione, r|
Happy holidays, pettybureaucrat! (Fleur/Hermione)
Pairing(s): Fleur/Hermione (parallel Ron/Hermione and Bill/Fleur).
Summary: Ron and Hermione visit Bill and Fleur at Shell Cottage for a much-needed vacation. To her surprise, Hermione finds much more than peace and quiet there.
Warning(s): Scenes of non-explicit sexual nature. Canon-compliant, though it does suggest that Bill and Fleur had Victoire way later than JKR said they did, as they are childless when this story takes place.
Notes: This is my first femmeslash fic, and I really hope you like it. I’ve tried to squeeze in most of your kinks and requests, so hopefully this is close to what you had in mind. Thank you, mods, for running this exchange and giving me the little extra time that I needed to get this done! Sorry for all the trouble. ♥ Also, I tried to study the books very carefully to get the phonetic spellings of the way Fleur speaks, but forgive me if somewhere it’s not spot on.
“I already feel relaxed!” Hermione said with a huge smile, throwing open the window and letting the warm summer breeze in.
“Relaxed?” Ron smirked, shoving their now empty trunks under the bed and giving his girlfriend a bemused look. “You remember the word relaxed?”
Hermione sighed and came to stand by him. “I know I’ve been so busy lately, but thank you for convincing me to do this. It’s quiet and calm and, I think, exactly what I needed.”
“I think Bill gets bored out here sometimes, in all honesty.” Ron shrugged. “We needed to get away, and they needed to entertain guests in their house again. I think it’s working out great for everyone.”
“And I did want to get to know Fleur better,” Hermione noted, her voice suddenly silky and suggestive, “to see what it’s like for a Weasley wife of a younger generation.”
Ron’s eyes lit up and she couldn’t help but smile affectionately at him. It wasn’t a secret to either of them, or anyone else, for that matter, that they were on a direct route to marriage, and Hermione loved implying that to Ron and seeing his eyes light up in that way. She wasn’t sure when he was going to ask her, but could see that he definitely intended it. From his secretive conversations with Ginny that she had accidentally walked in on a couple of times she was also certain that he was in the process of picking out a ring and planning the proposal already.
There was a knock at the door and Fleur glided into the room with two folded towels in her hands.
“’ow are you settling in?” she asked with a small smile that made Ron blush deep crimson. Hermione rolled her eyes at him and returned Fleur’s smile. She knew Ron was very much past the point of having anything for Fleur, but he did have a habit of mumbling and blushing when she was around. Ron was never a natural when talking to women, her and Ginny being the only exception.
“Everything is great!” Hermione answered. “I have forgotten how wonderful and calm this place was.”
“I don’t think you ever knew,” Fleur said gently. “Ze last time you were ‘ere it wasn’t, was it?”
Hermione frowned for a quarter of a second, but Fleur’s tone was kind and sincere. Of course it wasn’t. The last and only time Hermione had ever visited Shell Cottage was when they were hiding out there on their search for Horcruxes, and the place seemed very far from wonderful with tensions running high and the body count of their friends reaching new heights every day.
“I’m sorry,” Fleur hurried to add and handed Hermione the towels. “We don’t need to talk about zat, I theenk. I ‘ope you can enjoy your vacation ‘ere. We ‘ave recently acquired something ze two of you will enjoy. It’s a Muggle thing,” she said, looking at Hermione pointedly, “that Bill ‘ad tried out somewhere and loved. It’s called a ‘ot tub, I think.”
“A hot... tub?” Ron came to stand beside Hermione and snaked his arm around her shoulders. “Like a heated up bathtub?”
Hermione giggled and Fleur measured Ron with a hard look. It was the first time she looked at him at all since she had entered the room, and Hermione could plainly see that she wasn’t very impressed with him.
“Ron wouldn’t enjoy it,” she said quickly when Ron opened his mouth to say something else. “He hates soaking in water. But I think I would love to try it out sometime.”
“I theenk I would love to join you one day,” Fleur said and then curtsied and left the room without a look at Ron.
Hermione could feel her face heat up. She wasn’t sure what it was, but there was something about Fleur that made people around her diminish into blushing blubbering fools. Part Veela, she remembered. She had only seen Veelas once, and while she thought they were definitely beautiful, they have had no effect on her back then. In fact, only the boys in their group completely lost their minds and, by the book, Veela were only supposed to be ensnaring to men. Or anyone who likes women, she thought logically.
She supposed one didn’t have to like women to appreciate how wonderfully exquisite Fleur was. She knew she had a personality that came with her beautiful looks that some could find unpleasant, but when she was around, Hermione could watch her all day. She moved gracefully, spoke in gentle tones that were pleasing to the ear, and seemed to know how to manipulate others’ affections. If Hermione was completely honest with herself, Fleur made her a little uncomfortable with her ways. In Muggle Studies they had studied influential mythology and creatures called Sirens who enraptured men and then killed them when they got close. It was hard to not think that Fleur didn’t have some sort of ulterior motive but Hermione knew it was unfair of her to entertain such thoughts. Fleur had been a member of the Weasley family for quite a while now and it was obvious that, though she didn’t seem to get along with other females in the family at all, she really loved Bill. Perhaps it was herself she didn’t trust around Fleur, but she couldn’t find a logical reason for that. Naturally, anything that defied logic made Hermione nervous.
“Wow, I think she actually likes you,” Ron said with evident surprise in his voice, snapping her out of her reverie.
“You sound surprised.”
“Well, I don’t think I’ve actually met a woman who got along with her before.” Ron shrugged and then smiled. “I’m glad she likes you. I’ve really been looking forward to spending some time with Bill but was kind of worried I couldn’t leave you two alone.”
“Don’t be ridiculous, Ron,” Hermione snapped half-seriously. “You haven’t seen Bill in a long time. Don’t even think twice.”
Ron grinned and kissed her on the cheek.
“This is going to be a really great vacation,” he said. “I just know it.”
She nodded. She had a similar feeling.
Hermione was surprised how easily she and Fleur got along. Before, she thought Fleur rather superstitious, stuck-up, and generally not somebody she was much interested in being friends with. It turned out, however, that Fleur was much more interesting than Hermione had originally given her credit for. She was incredibly well-read and could keep up with Hermione no matter how “boring” – according to Ron and Bill – a conversation she started. Simply put, Hermione hadn’t expected to have so much in common with someone like Fleur.
They had taken a habit to taking their afternoon tea on the terrace while their other halves played Quidditch on a field nearby. Fleur had a rather large dislike for Quidditch, and Hermione herself had to admit it held no interest to her so they chose to stay behind and hang out rather than watch the games and pretend to be impressed. Hermione had come to like those times best – they were the quietest, most relaxed out of the whole day. It seemed Fleur had also liked them, as she could completely relax and not be stressed with the pressures of entertaining. She seemed completely comfortable with Hermione now.
Hermione had yearned to ask something for a while now, but didn’t know how to bring it up politely.
“So how do you spend time here?” she asked, deciding to take the indirect route.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, it’s a little far from everything.” Hermione smiled. “Do you know the neighbours?”
Fleur shook her head and sat in contemplative silence for a long time. Hermione didn’t urge the conversation. She had wondered whether Fleur had any friends at all, and, having guessed the answer, wondered why not.
“Would you like to try out the ‘ot tub?” she said finally, obviously avoiding the conversation. Hermione sighed in disappointment but nodded, masking it. Being nosy was not one of her character traits, and if Fleur didn’t feel comfortable talking about something, she, as a guest, didn’t want to overstep her boundaries.
By the time she got down to the bathhouse where the infamous hot tub was located, all the while thanking her lucky stars for having the presence of mind to pack a bathing suit, Fleur was already in. She was submerged in the bubbling water up to her shoulders, her head lying on a towel with her incredibly long blond hair fanned out on the floor beside the tub. Hermione hesitated for a moment before hanging her towel on a rack and stepping in as well. Positioning herself opposite of Fleur, their legs pressed together, she sighed contentedly. She couldn’t recall the last time her body felt this relaxed. Perhaps Ron had been right in saying that she worked way too hard. It was a habit with her, but working at the Ministry and putting in as much effort as she did when she was at Hogwarts meant doing more than she had ever done. It was definitely taking a toll.
Fleur lifted her head and brought her knees to her chest, hugging them tightly and measuring Hermione with a long look.
“I do not know whether I should be saying zis,” she said quietly, “but I am very glad zat you ‘ave come, Hermionee.”
Hermione smiled. “I’m glad I’ve come, too,” she replied. “I’m having a wonderful time, Fleur, really. Thank you.”
“When I married Bill I was the ‘appiest I’ve ever been,” Fleur said, and Hermione leaned forward slightly. She could sense a personal confession she’s been hoping for. “But I ‘ave given up something zat I ‘ave not been able to replace – Gabrielle, my mother and the few friends I’ve managed to make in France.” Hermione frowned. It was hard to believe that someone like Fleur could have difficulties making friends. Fleur seemed to have read her thoughts. “You seem doubtful.”
“Well...” Hermione blushed and looked away. “I guess from what I’ve seen people want to be around you.”
“That’s sweet.” Fleur gave her a small sad smile that made Hermione’s heart skip a beat. “You see, I don’t get along well with girls because of jealousy. I can’t ‘elp being beautiful or desirable and they can’t ‘elp being threatened.” She chuckled. “You are welcome to theenk me immodest, but they are right in their worries. Most men I’ve met cannot make their tongues obey them to form a sentence around me, and I can’t ‘elp zat, either. When I met Bill, he wasn’t only not enraptured, he actually disliked me, I theenk. And you...” All of a sudden she made to move forward and wrapped her arms around Hermione’s neck, bringing her into a tight hug. Hermione tensed but quickly found her senses to hug Fleur back. “You did not judge me like they did.”
Fleur pulled away slowly and Hermione suddenly found herself face-to-face with her, their faces only inches away. She hadn’t expected this surge of emotion from Fleur but could understand very well. She remembered all the venomous things the girls at Hogwarts said about Fleur’s looks and Veela heritage, and even Ginny had repeatedly called Fleur a “cow”. She remembered equally well what an idiot Ron used to act around her and how most other boys weren’t much different. She never stopped to think that that kind of attention must be far from enjoyable.
It was a chill that ran through her and a tingling sensation at the bottom of her stomach that made her realize that Fleur had not made to move away, and they were frozen in place, bodies still pressed together. Fleur’s blue eyes were fixed on Hermione’s face and she felt faint and helpless. Was what she was feeling discomfort or awkwardness? She swallowed. No. She remembered the feeling – it was the same one she felt when Ron had first kissed her.
Before she could realize what was happening, Fleur leaned in and planted a soft kiss on Hermione’s lips. It was short and light, almost unsure, but the sensation it sent through her body scared her. Slowly, Fleur repeated the gesture, this time lingering longer and then pulling away again, as if testing the waters.
Hermione knew that some reaction was warranted, but could not will her body to move. She was in a committed, loving relationship. She loved Ron and had never had a doubt about that since her first year at Hogwarts. Yet not any of that made her want to continue what Fleur was doing any less. It was the first time that she was faced with as much as a temptation to cheat.
“I can’t.” Her voice came out shaky and barely audible.
Fleur smiled and ran her finger down the side of Hermione’s face, tucking a loose strand of curly hair behind her ear.
“Are you scared?” she asked softly, her lips on her cheek now.
Truthfully, Hermione was terrified, but that wasn’t what was holding her back. “You’re married... I’m... Ron.”
“There iz nothing wrong with zis,” Fleur said and planted another kiss on Hermione’s cheek and then her chin, making her throw back her head without realizing it. “Bill does not mind, though zere hasn’t been a woman who I ‘ave wanted like zis.” Her lips were on Hermione’s neck now, and Hermione couldn’t stifle a moan. She felt as if she was in a trance, and she knew that had nothing to do with Fleur being part Veela. “Men are funny zis way. Ron would not mind.”
Hermione closed her eyes and imagined telling Ron that she had been with another woman. Surprisingly, she didn’t really picture him getting mad. In fact, she remembered a certain fantasy that Ron had once mentioned in passing. She wasn’t a lesbian. She had never been attracted to a woman before and the feeling was new and exciting for her. It seemed strange. She knew Fleur loved Bill and no matter what she wanted to marry Ron and be his wife. With Fleur, it was about now. It was hard to think logically when Fleur’s hands had freed her of her bathing suit and explored her breasts gently. Fleur proceeded carefully and slowly, as if scared to make a move too sudden and scare Hermione off.
“I don’t... I don’t know,” Hermione said finally. “I want to, but...”
Fleur placed her hands gently on either side of Hermione’s face and tilted her face up. Slowly she brought their faces together and pressed their lips against each other. Hermione could resist only momentarily before she was responding, letting Fleur’s tongue into her mouth and moaning when Fleur’s hand suddenly ran down her side and lower, skilfully finding a point of immense pleasure.
She felt like time had stopped and she melted into Fleur as she unsurely explored the other woman’s body, covering the soft skin with kisses, stroking her breasts and back, discovering. Her body seemed on fire and Fleur seemed to know exactly how to take Hermione to the edge, push her over it and bring her there again and again until Hermione felt as if her whole body was one wonderful sensation.
“You must visit more often,” Fleur whispered into her ear when Hermione’s body was wracked with another orgasm. “Bill and I wouldlove to have you.”
Hermione brought Fleur into one last hug and then took one last look at the cottage. It felt surreal that they had to leave already though it felt as if they’ve just come. Of course this feeling was felt even more strongly because the last few days after the hot tub scene Fleur and Hermione found a much more pleasurable past-time than tea what Ron and Bill went to play Quidditch.
Hermione had decided to wait until she got to the city to tell Ron but she strongly suspected that Bill knew from the looks he gave her and his wife.
“I am going to miss you,” Fleur told her, running her hand through her hair as she had grown to love to do. “Promise you will come back as soon as possible?”
“Indeed,” Bill piped in, slapping Ron on the shoulder and giving Hermione a sly look. “I think we should spend much more time together as couples.”
Ron gave Bill a dumbfounded look as Hermione took his hand and pulled him towards the Apparition point.
“What was that about?” he asked, looking over his shoulder curiously at the waving grinning couple.
Hermione smiled mischievously and grinned.
“Well, remember that fantasy you have once mentioned?”