crap, I never titled it (original) (raw)

This is my first fanfic. Nervous. Beta'ed by the fabulous kyos_the_schmex. Don't know what I would've done without her. :) I think I got all the corrections in. All mistakes are mine and mine alone.

"Fag?"

"Pardon?" Fleur blinked.

"Oh, excuse me. Cig-ar-ett-e?" Hermione deliberately dissected the word. Fleur rolled her eyes and held up her hand in polite refusal. Hermione shrugged and took one from the pack with her lips. Before she could find a lighter, Fleur had her wand out.

"Thank you." Hermione eyed Fleur a moment taking in the way her clothes clung to her in all the right places, and how when Fleur crossed her arms, it only enhanced what the woman had to offer. A slight smile threatened the corner of Fleur's perfect lips as she watched Hermione staring.

"Why are you here?" Hermione asked, a bit harsher than she meant.

"To see you."

"Yes, well, we're not exactly friends, are we? Last I heard you were with Bill in Romania."

"You don't know?"

Hermione paused. "He's gone isn't he?" she asked in a softer voice.

"Oui."

"I'm sorry."

"Eet ees a few years now. I am okay."

"I guess you should come in then." Hermione moved out of the way as Fleur passed her with an about-time look on her face. Fleur wrinkled her nose at the sight and slightly stagnant smell of Hermione's flat. She could see a pizza box on the stove along with some leftover Chinese or some such.

Hermione moved all the papers, half of which was trash, off of her couch, absently spilling ash on the carpet, not that you could tell. "Research." she said.

"Mais oui."

"What, yes?" Hermione's only language skills were that of spells.

"Non. Literally it means 'but yes'; 'owever eet ees more 'of course,' you see?"

"Oh. Of course." Hermione sat down in the space she cleared since Fleur certainly wasn't using it. "Are you sure you wont sit down?" Hermione shoved some more papers to the floor, leaving a little room beside her.

"With such 'ospitality 'ow could I refuse?" Fleur walked over and took the small space beside her, sitting on the edge of the cushion. Somehow Hermione hadn't noticed the nearly intoxicating scent of this Veela. Part Veela, she automatically corrected herself. She took a deep breath. "Drink?" she almost nervously offered.

"Oui. That would be lovely."

Hermione mentally kicked herself for making a reason to leave Fleur's side and stubbed her cigarette out roughly on the refrigerator door. When she opened it, she noticed that it was pretty bare and quite smelly. "Shit," she murmured. She checked a few cupboards and found the last bit of Firewhisky and two shot glasses, taking a swig straight before going back out, coughing just a bit.

Fleur hadn't moved, but Hermione noticed that standing, she had a better view of lovely pale flesh and wondered if that button was undone before. Fleur caught Hermione staring again and let her somewhat satisfied smile show.

Hermione sat down, only a little closer, and poured them both drinks. "To old friends."

"And zee new ones." Fleur added. They toasted, and Hermione was surprised that Fleur took it all, quick and with a smile that looked a bit amused. Hermione downed hers as well and couldn't help but make a face.

"Nail polish remover, I swear," Hermione said half to herself. Fleur moved an errant strand of hair--which she noticed looked much nicer than she remembered--behind Hermione's ear. Fleur's fingers lingered just a bit longer on Hermione's jaw as she looked in her eyes. Hermione found herself wondering how long it had been since she'd drank, and if the alcohol was already messing with her. She wasn't sure.

"How did you find me, anyway?" Hermione probed.

"You are not 'ard to find. Secluded, oui, but not 'idden."

No need to be. Not with everything done now. Hermione thought bitterly. "And what exactly do you want with me?" Fleur could hear the loneliness in Hermione's voice; the hollowness and dare she think...pleading?

"Ah, now there is a question, non?" Fleur smiled. Hermione gave her a strange look as Fleur let that sink in for a minute. Fleur's hand felt good on her own, Hermione thought before she even recognized it was happening. Yeah, she really was feeling a bit slower. Off of one drink? Or was it two? Come on. Hermione berated herself. She let her eyes travel from their hands up Fleur's .. impossibly gorgeous body. Is she leaning in closer? Her shirt does look a bit tighter. Was that button undone before? This is ridiculous. But when Hermione looked into Fleur's eyes, she wasn't so sure what was ridiculous anymore.

"Why did you want to find me?" Hermione only had to whisper.

"I 'eard zee stories." Fleur had heard a lot about Hermione since the war ended. Mostly people jealous of the brainiest witch but what really intrigued her was what she heard from Ginny one day while at the burrow with Bill. "Zey still call you zee greatest witch of our time, you know. Zee brightest. Zey talk about you in low tones, sad and remembering. Some even zink you are dead."

"Let them. I'm perfectly fine with that." Hermione said surprisingly harshly given a moment before. "I don't care."

Fleur put her hand on Hermione's shoulder for a moment before raising it to lightly caress her jaw. When Fleur's thumb passed over Hermione's lips Fleur felt both the softest tongue in the world and her breath catch. Hermione knew just what other stories she had heard then and didn't know whether to be mad at Fleur's presumptuousness or flattered. It was Fleur after all.

"So that's what you want?" Hermione asked only a little coldly. "And you really are undoing your buttons...?"

"Oui et non. 'Ermione, I wanted to see eef eet was true. Seeing your ..flat? I see eet ees. Why, 'Ermione? You could..."

"I know I could!" Hermione leaned back. "I seriously don't need this from you. What am I to you anyway, veela?" Hermione couldn't keep the bite out. She was so tired of this, so tired of everyone else telling her what they wanted her to be instead of just letting her be. Too many times she felt there was nothing left and she didn't need someone else reminding her yet again.

Fleur never flinched. " 'Alf Veela, merci beaucoup. Keep getting angry and you will see eet. Eet ees a pleasure to let eet out, so please, yell at me."

Hermione couldn't tell if she was being sarcastic or not. "Does that mean you like it rough?" Hermione just let it out. She didn't actually mean to ask but ... might as well get the answer.

Fleur smiled and let her nails grow into the smallest talons. "Would you like to find out, 'Ermione?"

Hermione laughed. Why not? She leaned in and kissed Fleur hard and not exactly prettily. It had been too long and, damnit, it was Fleur!

Fleur kissed her back with as much passion moving her hands quickly beneath Hermione's clothes and took her talons down Hermione's back. Hermione breathed in sharply and arched into Fleur, breaking their kiss. Fleur already had her mouth over Hermione's nipple making the girl's shirt wet as her body responded, straining against the fabric. "Damnit, Fleur." Hermione managed to breathe as she balled her hands up in Fleur's all too soft hair.

"Take eet off." Fleur's voice was low and soft but quite demanding. Hermione quickly obeyed, never moving her eyes from Fleur's. Fleur smiled - all self satisfaction and arrogance. "And zee rest."

Hermione got off the couch and stripped. This time, Fleur had to stare and admire the younger girl. She didn't know she'd be this beautiful. Clothes hide too much.

Hermione smiled smugly and started walking towards her bedroom. Fleur growled ever so lightly but followed, noticing the beautiful marks her talons had left.

Fleur came up quickly and pushed Hermione face down on the bed, half on and half off, holding her there for just a moment, squirming, before languidly licking the small flecks of blood from her marks.

"Mmmmm, you bled me?"

"Oui," Fleur said in a low voice and continued to lap at Hermione. Chills ran through Hermione's body at the feel of Fleur's tongue and she writhed with the thought of what it would feel like on her pulsing clit.

"Are you here to tease me or fuck me?" Hermione almost growled.

"I zink you know zee answer to zat," Fleur responded with her lips tickling Hermione's skin. Hermione arched her back in response and tried to roll over, but Fleur kept her there. "Non, I will 'ave you like zis."

Fleur caressed down Hermione's back, over her shapely ass that Fleur couldn't help but dig her talons into. Hermione tensed but didn't scream. To Fleur's surprise Hermione moaned.

"I didn't know you liked pain, 'Ermione." Before Hermione could say anything back, Fleur scratched down her back, and this time Hermione screamed and arched up. "Oh chére, it wasn't zat bad."

"I'm not a bloody werewolf, veela. Keep it to a human minimum." Fleur licked at Hermione's wounds to quiet her and of course for the fun of it. "I believe zat you will taste much better zan a werewolf, ma cherie." With that Fleur's lips were suddenly on Hermione's clit, sucking hard. Hermione called out and almost jerked away in surprise but caught herself and pushed back onto Fleur, moaning and rocking her hips. As Fleur's tongue curled inside of Hermione, the girl had to ask where the veela learned such skill. "I can read you like a book, 'Ermione. Now, would you like to ask me questions or would you raz'er I finish?"

"Please don't stop," Hermione all but whimpered. This time, Fleur entered Hermione with fingers and tongue and began to fuck her in earnest. Hermione knew she'd be dripping down her thighs if Fleur wasn't licking it up. Hermione shivered at the touch as her body was pushed forward and she pushed back. She had never been fucked this good before. It was amazing and she could already feel the pressure building, threatening to spill over any minute. Fleur reached up and grabbed a fistful of Hermione's unruly locks and pulled her head back so much that she had to arch her back. That was the last bit that Hermione needed, and she screamed as she fell over the edge. Her body arched even more, tensing and clenching around Fleur's fingers so hard that she almost couldn't move, but the veela didn't stop. She wasn't done with Hermione yet. She rolled Hermione over, amazingly never stopping, and leaned down to kiss the panting girl.

Hovering above the girls lips Fleur whispered, "I was right," and kissed Hermione in a long and passionate kiss that stole her breath and was the most surprising thing Fleur had done. Fleur was moving in and out of Hermione a bit slower than before, every movement thrilling Hermione. Before Hermione could catch her breath again, Fleur took Hermione's nipple into her mouth curling her tongue around it, making Hermione arch into Fleur with a moan. "Fleur, please, I can't breathe."

Fleur stopped moving and just watched as Hermione's chest went up and down as she gasped for air. "Well, ma chére," Fleur began as she removed her fingers from Hermione, "I can zee you are not ready for me." Fleur began to lick her fingers clean with some exaggeration, making Hermione whimper a bit to watch. "I expect zat to change."

With that Fleur walked out. Hermione jumped up to follow, not wanting Fleur to leave, and her legs screamed in protest. "Please."

Non," Fleur interrupted. "I suggest you practice. I am used to better." Fleur walked out leaving Hermione standing there with a look Fleur had never seen before: confusion.