A/N: I'm losing motivation a little - open to suggestions/requests.
Hermione woke up to someone rudely sitting on her feet. She snapped her eyes and sat up, scowling at a curly haired blonde sitting at the other end of the couch.
"I was sleeping," Hermione complained.
Gabrielle smiled disarmingly.
"I could tell," Gabrielle replied, "'Ow was ze 'en's night? I take it you did somezing wrong to my sister to end up on ze couch?"
Hermione grimaced.
"You could say that," Hermione said.
Gabrielle flicked her hair.
"I don't zink I want to know," Gabrielle said, eying Hermione cautiously, "Can you make me a coffee?"
Hermione sighed heavily, pulling the throw from the couch around her shoulders. Reluctantly, she stood up, ambling to the kitchen. She was dying for a water anyway.
"Has anyone ever told you Delacours that you are absolute princesses?" Hermione growled as she started to make the coffee.
Gabrielle giggled goodnaturedly.
"Oui," she replied, "But it is all part of ze charm,"
Fleur's door opened and the elder Delacour emerged. She had a silk robe tightly wrapped around her body and her trademark look of indifference about her. As her deep blue eyes landed on Fleur, the temperature plunged to subzero.
Hermione shivered, straightening her slumped shoulders.
"Erm, coffee, babe?" Hermione asked cautiously.
"If you wouldn't mind," Fleur replied tersely.
Gabrielle watched the interaction with great interest.
"No—no, it's no trouble!" Hermione insisted, stumbling a little as she began to make a second coffee.
Gabrielle chortled loudly.
"Wow, you must 'ave done somezing bad to be zis scared of my sister," she giggled.
Fleur scowled at her baby sister before coming to sit beside her, carefully crossing her legs. She was the picture of elegance this morning, despite her mood.
"Leave it, Gabrielle," Fleur snapped. Gabrielle let out a low whistle.
"Wow, a 'leave it, Gabrielle,' already? She must 'ave got in trouble," Gabrielle teased.
Fleur sighed heavily, looking out a window and ignoring her sister.
Hermione came over and brought the Delacour sisters their coffees. Gabrielle thanked Hermione charmingly, but Fleur did nothing to acknowledge the gesture.
"You know, being married to 'er means a 'ole lifetime of navigating 'er temper?" Gabrielle said cheekily to Hermione, before being swatted by Fleur.
"I can manage," Hermione said, smiling gently. She knew she had it coming and she knew that Fleur would calm down eventually.
Gabrielle just chuckled.
"Okay, well I 'ave a date soon so I had better leave you two to your marital bliss," Gabrielle smirked.
"Don't you have a boyfriend in France?" Hermione queried. Gabrielle shrugged.
"Not so much anymore," she sighed, "If only I could just meet my mate,"
"Meeting a mate is not all a bed of roses," Fleur huffed, shooting a glare at a sheepish looking Hermione.
Hermione rubbed the back of her neck awkwardly as Gabrielle laughed at the interaction between the two.
"Well, what are you two lovebirds up to today?" Gabrielle asked teasingly.
"Last minute wedding shopping," Fleur said neutrally, "Selecting the cake, flowers, things like that."
Gabrielle's smile grew wider and she shot a sympathetic look at Hermione.
"Enjoy, 'Ermione," Gabrielle consoled.
Hermione was beginning to understand Gabrielle's sympathetic tone.
Shopping with Fleur usually took a large amount of stamina and patience. But shopping with a temperamental Fleur was something else entirely.
Nothing seemed to be good enough for Fleur's high standards. They tried easily a hundred different types of cake. Fleur's rudeness meant Hermione was constantly apologising to the poor bakers.
Finally, Fleur had decided on a cake that had to be flown in from France.
Hermione sighed heavily, now looking at flowers with Fleur.
Fleur had dressed up impeccably for the occasion. She was wearing a form fitting skirt and a patterned strappy singlet. Her legs were looking toned in the exceptionally high heels she was wearing. Her long platinum blonde hair flowed elegantly down her back. Her face was impassive, conveying no emotion.
"Non," Fleur said, shaking her head at some flowers.
"Babe, are you sure you want to shop today?" Hermione asked, exasperated. She knew she had screwed up in a big way, but this was a truly awful experience.
"Why wouldn't I want to shop today?" Fleur asked in a dangerously low voice, looking sideways at Hermione.
"Erm…" Hermione wasn't about to take the bait, "I just mean… Wouldn't it be nice to relax at home with a glass of wine?"
"We need to get these jobs done," Fleur replied icily. Hermione tried to think of another tack.
"Wouldn't it be nice though?" Hermione said, trying to make her voice sound as enticing as possible, "A nice chilled white wine? We've already been to so many shops. I'm sure those heels are killing you by now."
A slight hint of expression flickered across Fleur's face. She was considering it.
Hermione was inwardly triumphant. Perhaps she had mastered dealing with a Veela temper.
"Fine," Fleur said stiffly.
Hermione grinned, taking Fleur's hand and apparating them back home.
Fleur glided over to the couch, throwing herself down and crossing her legs elegantly.
"So shall I get you that glass of wine, mon amour?" Hermione asked, hoping the little bit of French might work more on Fleur's mood.
"Oui," Fleur replied from the couch.
Hermione smiled softly, turning to the cupboards and fishing out a glass. She could practically feel Fleur thawing.
'Well, well, a quick study with books, and apparently a quick study with women too… Not bad, Granger,' Hermione thought, inwardly patting herself on the back.
She turned around with the glass of wine in her hand, her breath freezing in her throat.
Fleur had removed her top, which was sitting beside her on the couch. On top of this was a sheer pair of panties.
Hermione swallowed heavily. She walked towards Fleur on legs that were beginning to feel like jelly.
Fleur had a dangerous look about her, and it was incredibly sexy. Hermione passed the glass of wine to Fleur. Fleur smiled then, a slow and deliberate smile. Hermione felt her heart rate spike.
Fleur was sitting with her legs crossed in front of Hermione. Her bra was lacy and sheer and Hermione couldn't stop her eyes from roaming downwards to look at her breasts and her toned stomach.
Fleur sipped her wine, sighing contentedly at the taste. She then rested the wine glass on the arm of the couch.
Hermione couldn't take it any longer and leaned down, dipping to kiss her Veela.
With cat-like reflexes, Fleur lifted a toned leg, planting one of her high heels on Hermione's chest, close to her shoulder.
"Non, non, non," Fleur said, her blue eyes glittering.
"I… What…?" Hermione was flustered and confused.
"I have been thinking about this… And maybe you made your error because you simply do not understand the deep trust it takes to submit to another," Fleur said slowly.
"Erm… Perhaps…" Hermione offered, wondering where this was going.
"So I think it is time you understand," Fleur said, pushing her heel into Hermione's shoulder. Hermione let herself be guided down to her knees in front of Fleur.
"I'm so sorry, Fleur, honestly," Hermione said earnestly.
"Who do you belong to?" Fleur asked icily.
"Sorry, what?" Hermione asked, not expecting Fleur to follow through.
"I won't ask a second time," Fleur said dangerously, sweeping her glass of wine up for another sip.
"You," Hermione replied quickly, "I belong to you."
"Bien," Fleur smiled, "And who will you respect above all others?"
"You, Fleur," Hermione replied honestly.
She was thrown by the total change in their usual dynamic, but she would be lying if she said it didn't turn her on.
"Now give me what I wanted last night," Fleur demanded, spreading her legs.
Hermione willingly complied, running her hands slowly up Fleur's legs to her thighs as the blonde sipped at her wine some more. Hermione carefully pushed Fleur's skirt up as she dipped her head to drop a kiss on the inside of Fleur's thigh.
Fleur exhaled shakily.
Hermione kissed the inside of Fleur's other thigh, higher.
Fleur reached down, tangling a fist in Hermione's hair and pulling her face closer.
Hermione was suddenly realising why Fleur got off on submission so much as she let herself be guided to Fleur's goal. As she began to lick and pleasure Fleur, the blonde slipped into French mutterings.
Her back arched and she moaned as Hermione picked up her pace.
Fleur hooked her toned thighs around Hermione's neck and let her legs hang down the brunette's back. Hermione swore she could live forever nestled between Fleur's thighs.
Fleur began to whimper as she got close. Hermione ran her hands up the outside of Fleur's thighs before cupping the blonde's backside.
Fleur cried out Hermione's name as she reached climax, trembling in the brunette's arms.
Hermione was a mess. It had been so hot submitting for Fleur. She got it now. You placed a lot of trust in your partner when you willingly let them take charge. It made sense why Fleur had been so annoyed with her.
Fleur looked far more relaxed and content. Hermione unhooked herself from the blonde's long, toned legs.
"Was that okay?" Hermione asked, sitting back on her heels.
"Oui," Fleur replied with a smile.
Hermione was uncomfortably aroused now. She tentatively clambered up to sit in Fleur's lap, straddling her. When Fleur didn't stop her, she leaned in to kiss the blonde. Fleur kissed back, tangling her hands into brunette curls.
Hermione was in heaven. Breaking the kiss, Hermione hurriedly pulled off her top and her bra. She undid the button and fly on her jeans as fast as if her life depended on it. She was panting as she leaned in to kiss Fleur again.
The door of the apartment opened and a feminine squeal rang out.
"'Ermione! Merde! Stop mounting my sister in ze middle of ze common areas!" Gabrielle screeched in shock, slapping a hand over her eyes.
Hermione growled in disappointment as Fleur gently pushed her off her. Fleur gathered Hermione's top and bra and pushed them into Hermione's hands.
"Tough luck," Fleur said teasingly, pecking Hermione quickly on the lips.
She quickly pulled on her own top, before standing up and sashaying into the kitchen.
Frustrated, Hermione pulled on her own clothes.
The Delacours were going to be the death of her.
Sitting around the dinner table, Hermione had cooled off a little bit. The sexual frustration had dissipated as Gabrielle chatted to them about her date.
The upside was that Fleur's temper had passed. The blonde was back to normal with Hermione, allowing the brunette to sling an arm around her at the table.
Hermione's fingertips drew lazy circles on Fleur's shoulder, enjoying the relaxation after a trying day.
"So no more Emile?" Fleur asked. Gabrielle sighed.
"Non," Gabrielle replied, "Ze date today made me realise I am wasting my time wiz 'im."
"So the date today was a promising match?" Hermione asked, curious. Her hand moved from tracing circles on Fleur's shoulder to playing with strands of her silky soft hair.
Gabrielle shook her head.
"Non, ze date was a bit of a write-off," Gabrielle said, disappointed.
"Really?" Hermione was surprised.
"Oui," Gabrielle replied, propping her head up on her hands, "I am sick of distractions. I want to date someone because I really, really like zem, not just because it is fun."
"Wow, Gabrielle," Fleur was astounded, "This is so unlike you."
"Yeah, well maybe I am growing up," Gabrielle said with a small smile, "And maybe I am a little jealous of what you and 'Ermione 'ave."
"We spent almost all today in tense silence!" Hermione exclaimed, baffled by Gabrielle. Gabrielle giggled.
"Oui, but zat is love, non? You will make mistakes and drive each ozzer up ze wall sometimes, but you always make up," Gabrielle commented, looking between Hermione and Fleur.
"Oh, Gabrielle!" Fleur smiled genuinely, "I had no idea you could be such a romantic."
Gabrielle stuck her tongue out at Fleur.
"Well, I am," she responded, "Speaking of romantic, not long until your wedding ceremony, non? Alzough I suppose you are already technically wives."
"Yeah," Hermione smiled widely. She liked thinking of Fleur as her wife. Although she knew it was true already, she was sure it would not feel real until after they had done the ceremony.
Gabrielle sighed and stretched back in her chair.
"Are you sure I am not crowding you two? Staying 'ere until ze wedding? You two are legally already newlyweds." Gabrielle asked.
"It is no bother," Fleur said immediately, waving her hand, "You can stay as long as you want."
Hermione felt bad for Fleur. She obviously missed her sister terribly and clung to these short visits from her.
"Have you ever considered moving here?" Hermione suggested. Gabrielle's eyebrows raised, interested in the suggestion.
"Hmmn, I 'ave not considered it," Gabrielle said slowly, "But it would be fantastic. I do love it 'ere."
Fleur shot a grateful smile at Hermione.
Hermione smiled back. She knew Fleur would have been too proud to suggest Gabrielle to move herself.
Fleur cleaned up the now-empty dishes from the table, Hermione watching her with interest. Her arousal was still bubbling a little below the surface. The tight skirt Fleur was still wearing was doing wild things to Hermione's libido.
Gabrielle stood up, moving to the couch.
"So, what do you guys feel like doing?" Gabrielle asked sitting down on the couch.
"Umm…" Hermione wasn't sure whether to be honest and say she wanted alone time with Gabrielle's older sister.
As if on cue, Gabrielle let out a noise of disgust, lifting up Fleur's lacy panties from the couch.
"Okay, I'm scarred enough, I zink I will give you two some alone time tonight," Gabrielle said, dropping the panties and getting up abruptly.
Fleur turned around, looking sheepish.
"It is okay, Gabrielle, we can hang out with you tonight," Fleur said, a hint of a blush on her face.
"Non, non, non," Gabrielle said, raising both hands in front of herself, "Besides, I may read ze Prophet and see what kinds of jobs are available on zese shores."
Gabrielle picked up the paper and took herself off to the other bedroom, shutting the door firmly behind herself.