The Cracked Door

Chapter Three

Hours later, she stood rocking back and forth on her toes like a nervous schoolgirl in front of Bill and Fleur's tent. Hermione had the familiar jelly feeling in her legs and butterflies and whatnot fluttering around in her stomach. She took a deep breath and steadied herself. She raised her hand, faintly knocked on the wooden post, and entered.

Coming from the darkness outside, the interior was slightly overwhelming. Bill and Fleur had decorated the entire tent with lit cream colored candles. It seemed as if the tent was alight in a golden glow: about fifty little miniature votives hung unsuspended hovering above their heads and larger candles had been placed on any available surface including the floor.

The only thing in the room that was candle-less was the bed, where Bill and Fleur were. Fleur was lying down on top of a white duvet, a glass of white wine in her hand. Bill had his back to the wall of the tent, and was giving Fleur a foot massage. Fleur was only wearing her bra and a pair of high waisted lacy underwear and stockings.

When Hermione entered, Fleur perked her head up and smiled.

'Bon!'

Hermione lingered at the edge of the tent, taking in her surroundings.

'Hermione, come sit down.'

It was Bill that spoke. His voice was deep and he was staring at her intently. Bill's
wavy auburn hair was at it's usual shoulder length. He wasn't wearing a shirt. That lay on the floor by the bed, with Fleur's day clothes. Hermione was very aware of his toned arms and shoulders—he was easily the most handsome out of all the Weasley boys. Hermione had harbored a crush for him ever since they had met at the World Cup in her fourth year.

Fleur motioned her to come over to the bed. Hermione sat down, a bit hesitant.

'Would you like a glass?' Bill asked her casually.

'Yes, please.'

He reached for his wand, conjured another glass and then handed it over, full of the pale yellow wine. She took a sip. Hermione looked down at her own clothes, feeling out of place again. She was wearing a simple A-line skirt and a thin cotton jumper. Although underneath she was wearing something much sexier. She had spent the day transfiguring her bra and underwear set into something a little more luxurious. She hadn't packed anything remotely lacy, so she had to modify her everyday set. Now they were lacy, and not cotton; pink instead of a sad grey.

Fleur poked Bill with her foot, and Bill took it, resuming the foot massage.

Hermione took a couple more sips of the wine, which was indeed relaxing her. The twinkly lights of the room continued to glow around her, and she soon forgot about the others, about Ginny and Luna, and indeed anything else.

Then Fleur spoke. 'Why don't you give Hermione a massage?' Fleur asked Bill.

Hermione looked up. Bill was staring intently at her, almost questioningly.

'I'd love to.' Bill said.

Hermione nodded, and scooted off the bed. She set her wine glass down on the ground, then she quickly threw off her cotton sweater, and stepped out of her skirt. With a hammering heart, she looked at Bill, who was smiling at her with a lustful look in his eyes.

Hermione lay down on the bed on her back, right next to Fleur.

'Just relax' he said. Bill moved over and took her foot in his hand, just like he had done with Fleur.

She felt a shock go through her, and felt herself blush as Bill moved his hands on her calf, slowly working the tension out of her muscles. As Bill moved to her other leg, she felt herself truly begin to unwind.

Fleur moved over and began playing with her hair, and Hermione was losing her concentration. Bill was working his hands closer and closer to Hermione's center, she felt her breath quicken. Bill leaned over and placed a kiss on the inside of her thigh. Hermione closed her eyes, and Bill worked his way up her inner thigh, pausing only momentarily at her center. Hermione opened her eyes— Bill was staring at her obviously waiting for her assent. She was so overcome with desire, she had never felt like this before, even with Ron.

Hermione lifted herself up on her elbows and threw her arms lightly around him, kissing him deeply on the mouth. She teased his mouth open and gently sucked on his tongue. She felt him give a guttural moan and gently pushed her back on the bed, moving between her legs. He continued kissing her, but moved down her neck, between her breasts, and over her flat stomach to her core. He pushed her pink lace away and kissed her right over her center. Hermione gasped out loud, and scrunching the duvet cover in her hand.

It was clear that Bill was an expert at this. In no time Hermione was moaning and clutching Bill's hair as he ran his tongue over her clit. It didn't take long for Hermione to let go. She opened her eyes as she came down and saw him looking smugly at her. Hermione sat up and removed her wet panties, as Fleur, unable to be ignored any longer, set to work undoing Bill's trousers.

Hermione watched as she saw, yet again, Fleur pleasure her man. This time they were horizontal on the bed, and Fleur' silvery blonde hair cascaded down her back, almost mermaid like. She licked and sucked, bestowed feathery kisses along him blew lightly on the tip. Hermione leaned over and began kissing him hungrily. He was a wonderful kisser and Hermione was ready for more. She could tell a minute later that Bill had finally come when he stilled and let out a guttural moan. And although Bill was still lying down, clearly spent, Fleur still had a feline, hungry look in her eyes.

Hermione pulled back and sat up. Next thing, Fleur was on her and they were kissing heatedly, both bras lay forgotten on the bed. Fleur tasted wonderful, like vanilla and roses. Hermione moaned as Fleur began grinding herself along hermione's thigh, edging closer to her center. She ran her hand through Fleur's long blonde locks and moved with her, making the blonde gasp. Hermione could sense Bill watching them and decided to give him a little show.

She lightly bit Fleur on her bottom lip, and kissed her harder. Fleur mewled in response and nimbly climbed onto Hermione, so that she was straddling her. Fleur had perfectly sized breasts and rosy pink nipples that were waiting to be sucked on. Hermione took one in her mouth and flicked her tongue over the end of Fleur's taut nipple. Fleur grabbed her and continue to grind herself on the other girl. Fleur's look of determination was mesmerizing. She threw herself back and forth, as Hermione coaxed her to her end.

Then, Hermione grabbed Fleur roughly up, and slipped her finger into Fleur's hot channel, and began rubbing her clot with her palm. Fleur moaned louder, quaked, and Hermione felt Fleur contract around her fingers. She withdrew herself from Fleur and noticed that Bill was ready once again. He was running his hand up and down her waist.

It seemed as though he was ready even if Fleur was finally finished. Hermione climbed on top of him and whispered into his ear,

'Mmmh Bill, I've always wanted to ride your cock.'

Bill groaned and Hermione began to rock back and forth on his cock. It was a good thing that they had put a silencing charm on the tent, because Hermione would have woken the whole campsite. Hermione threw her head back and dug her nails into Bill's skin, as Bill met her thrusts. Bill flipped her over and began thrusting wildly, and Hermione didn't last long after that, and he came, moments after she did.

In the afterglow, Hermione and Fleur settled around Bill and they all soon fell asleep.

The End

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