Chapter 1 : I'm drowning

There's a lot that can be said about this.

Did you stop to think about what this could affect.

Do you love her?

What would Bill say?

Are you worried about the consequences?

Really hard to think while you're 7.5 inches inside the woman.

"Arder 'ermione,"

Ugh fuck, how did this even start.

What would your friends say if they saw you.

'Great job fucking Bill's wife when it hasn't even been a year since he passed,' that would go over great over dinner.

She just feels so good, the way she holds you just right. Squeezing you in the most delicious of ways. You've never felt this with anyone else. Didn't really have time for it during the war really. Kind of hard to think with your dick while crazy Death Eaters are trying to kill you.

But that was then.

This is now. You've most definitely thought with your dick.

Fuck you're close, and by the way she's meeting your thrusts so is she.

Not one to keep a lady waiting, you pick up your pace. The feel of her body against yours as you meet as one, over and over is enough to drive you off the edge.

Her nails digging into your back as you thrust into her at a more frantic pace. Her laboured breath as she captures your lips with hers.

It's the most amazing feeling as her walls suddenly constrict around you. You can't hold back any longer and you lose yourself. Thrusting at a languid pace as she milks you for everything you've got. This woman will be the death of you.

With her perfect blue eyes, she pulls you into her once more. This is only one of many more goes you'll have tonight. The night is young and you can't stop.

- x- - - - -

You wake up and you feel numb. It's been exactly 2 months since the final battle.

Voldemort is gone, the wizarding world is safe. Everyone can be at peace.

But you can't bring yourself to care.

This war has taken everything from you.

You're parents were murdered by Bellatrix Lestrange, she tossed their lifeless bodies before you at Malfoy manor.

They should have been safe. You'd taken every precaution.

It was all useless in the end.

You'll never hear your father cooking in the kitchen, you're mother's singing throughout the house as you read a book in the living room.

You'll never feel their warmth, their 'I love yous' as they wish you a happy school term.

They're gone.

And you were powerless to stop it.

You didn't even get to say goodbye.

Its too much to bear, so you promptly empty your stomach into a bin you keep nearby.

These are your typical mornings.

You go through the motions; attempt to have breakfast, organize your things, tend to your mother's garden, maybe go over to grimmauld place to visit Harry and Ron. But that hasn't happened as of yet.

You can't bring yourself to face your friends.

To have them see you in this state.

Hermione Granger, the brains of the golden trio in this god awful state.

Harry's lost so many of his loved ones and Ron's lost two brothers in this war.

What would they think of you.

You're pathetic.

Can't even bring yourself to make yourself a cup of tea.

You get up and walk towards your bathroom. You can attempt at a shower today.

Lord knows how long its been since you had one.

You discard your clothes as you turn on the faucet.

Taking two heavy steps under the water you allow yourself to just feel as it hits you.

The water is a lukewarm temperature, not too cold not too hot.

Just like your mother used to make it when you were little and she'd draw you a bath.

Closing your eyes tight you can almost hear your father as he chases a 4 year old you around the house. Trying to catch you so you can take your bath.

The memories are too much and so you abruptly shut the shower off.

You can try again tomorrow.

- - x - - - - - -

It's the late afternoon, the sun is starting to set.

You're lying about on the floor of your living room.

Wearing nothing but a pair of loose shorts and a simple T-shirt.

Most of your clothes are dirty and this is all that's left.

You're stomach rumbles, telling you it requires nourishment.

But you ignore it, food is hard to keep down most days. And what little you can get down is discarded the following day via the bin you keep next to your bed.

You hate yourself.

A sudden pop startles you out of your stupor and you quickly get to your feet.

"Who's there!" you shout, the only people you've allowed access through your wards are Harry, Ron and the Weasley Clan, but you can never be too careful. Any number of possibilities can occur.

Your heart races, as you hear footsteps.

"Ermione?" the voice of Fleur Delacour.

You did not expect Fleur of all people to pop in unannounced.

And why would you, she's lost her husband. You can't imagine what she must be going through to lose the man she loved. The man she'd hoped to start a family with.

A promise, a dream, now a memory. Of a future that could have been.

"Fleur?" You tentatively shout again. Of course it's Fleur you idiot, you just heard her voice.

"Oui," she says again as she finally appears. She drops the basket she's holding and puts her hand to her mouth. You know you look like quite a site.

This confirmation stings. You should have tried to take that shower again.

"W-What are you doing here?" you ask. You're not sure what else to say.

The woman has just seen you in your sorry state.

Is this shirt even clean? You can't bring yourself to care.

"Oh 'Ermione," she says as she takes several steps towards you, bridging the gap, and wraps her arms around you.

"We 'ave all bien so worried," she says, her arms around you.

You enjoy the contact, haven't had it since it all ended.

"Molly sent me with some food," Fleur says pulling back from you and cupping your cheeks.

You really missed the contact of another person. Or are you just that desperate.

"I'm fine," you say, and by the look she's giving you, she doesn't particularly believe you.

You're not fooling anyone.

"Non," she replies as she moves her hands to the base of your shirt, "Zis is filthy," she says matter of factly.

"It's fine Fleur," you defend. Who is she to call you filthy.

You start getting defensive. You know you look like shit. You don't need someone pointing it out.

She can feel you getting defensive so she lets go of your shirt. "Ow about I draw you a bath and we can see what Molly 'as packed, I haven't 'ad dinner yet,"

"I'm-," You barely get out before she's pushing you in the direction of your hallway.

"Non! A bath iz good," She says but stops short after a few steps.

"Umm.. Desole..where iz ze salle de bains?" She asks, you're tempted not to tell her, but you won't get her to go away if you don't.

"Second door to the right," you grumble out, this'll be over quickly. You just have to get through the bath without crying for once.

"Merci," she says as she all but drags you into your bathroom.

"Clozz," she states, no demands of you as she turns you to face her.

"I can handle it from here," you retort. She doesn't need to know about your little friend down there.

It's none of her business.

"Non, 'ow will I know you are actually going to take ze bath," She states matter of factly, she's really starting to get on your nerves.

"There's no bath," you retort back. Its true. The tub is empty.

"Not yet zere isn't, she says, moving past you. It takes her a couple of tries before she figures out how your tub works. She's probably never been in the muggle world before.

"Zere now zere is a bath," She says once the tub has been filled a little more than half way.

"I can take it from here," you say, as she makes no move to leave. This woman is rather annoying when she wants to be.

"Non," she simply says. Correction infuriating, This woman is infuriating.

"Fine," you grit out, they were all bound to know at some point. You just didn't think I'd happen this early in your young life.

Might as well get it over with.

You pull your shirt over your head. Catching a whiff of your pits as you do so, she wasn't kidding. You are filthy.

She takes the shirt from you, from the look on her face she didn't enjoy your smell either.

You take a big sigh and grip the waistband of your shorts, making sure you take hold of your briefs. With a huff you pull them both down.

You bend down to take them off completely. It's only when you look up that you see the look of surprise...and something else. But you can't quite put your thumb on what.

You've never seen this other look before, at least not on Fleur.

"Here," you mutter handing your bottoms to her.

"M-Merci," she replies breaking out of whatever stupor she was in.

"I will be back in a few minutes to make sure you are well," she says as she turns and walks out of the bathroom.

'Well that went better than expected,' you think to yourself as you get into the tub. The water is hot, a lot warmer than you're used too but you can't bring yourself to care.

The pain feels good in a way.

You remember that Fleur mentioned she'd be coming back to check on you, so you grab the soap sitting on the edge of the rim of the tub.

It smells like home, like when you're parents were still alive.

Fuck.

You drop the soap, with a splash it sinks to the bottom of the tub. Landing against your inner thigh.

You grip the rim as the memories come flooding in. You can hear your dad as he wraps you in a towel. Can feel your mother's arms as she picks you up.

It's too much.

"Ermione," Fleur's voice rings out throughout the bathroom, bringing you back to the present.

You open your eyes just in time to see her making her way towards you. She crouches down so that she's eye level with you.

You're absolutely pathetic. Sitting naked in a tub with Fleur Delacour feeling sorry for you.

"Itz ok 'ermione," Fleur says to you, as she places a hand on your back and begins to rub soothing circles.

She sits with you in silence.

And for that you're grateful.

"I-I'm ready to come out now," You say after a while.

"Were you able to get a chance to bathe?" Fleur asks, you know the answer.

No.

"I didn't get the chance," You reply.

"Zat will not do zen," She says as she looks around for the bar of soap.

You can only stare back at her, you've got no energy to argue back at this point.

Let her find the bar of soap on her own.

After several fruitless moments of looking, she suddenly reaches into the tub looking for it.

You did not expect that, her hand briefly brushes the tip of your dick.

"H-Hey!," you squeak out as she pulls her hand back out, soap in hand.

You must have really been starved for human contact, because you can feel yourself grow slightly hard.

Fuck.

She doesn't seem to notice however, or if she does she pretends not too.

"Lets get you cleaned up," she says as she starts to lather you in soap.

Her ministrations are doing nothing to stop your hard on.

"H-How about I take it from here," You manage to say after she's finished with your back.

Her touch is just too much.

She gives you an inquisitive look before handing the soap back to you and getting up.

"Very well, but I'll be back," She says as she turns once more and leaves the bathroom.

'That was close,' you think to yourself as you set the soap on the edge of the rim.

Why did your body chose now of all times to come alive.

You try to think of things to get your erection down. Hagrid in a tutu. Ron in a speedo.

All gross images, but to no avail.

You're still erect.

Fuck.

Guess you'll have to do this the old fashioned way.

With a groan you grab the base of your shaft and begin pumping.

Fuck this feels good, you haven't done this in a while.

'Imagine how it would feel to have Fleur doing this,' a tiny voice from the back of your head speaks.

Fuck.

You feel horrible for imagining the other woman doing this too you. She's in as much pain as you are if not more so.

But you can't bring yourself to stop thinking about it.

How it would feel as her long delicate fingers wrap around you. How her warm breath would feel against your neck. How her pussy would feel as you enter her.

Ugh Fuck!

You cum at the thought of entering her.

You feel both sated and horrible at the same time.

Why would you think that, you feel disgusted with yourself.

'She's a good person and you're trash,' you think to yourself.

Trying to forget what you've just done, you grab the soap and make quick work of cleaning the rest of your body.

You follow that up with a few bits of the shampoo nearby and lather your tangly mane.

You really need a haircut.

You rinse yourself off and get up from the tub.

Making sure to be careful not to trip.

Your erection is gone. Thank goodness. You just hope you don't encounter any more problems with Fleur in the house.

Grabbing a nearby towel you dry yourself off and head to your room. The room directly opposite the bathroom.

You look through your drawers for clean set of clothes, but you're unable to find any.

That's right.

You don't have any.

You're standing naked in the middle of your room, thinking about what to do about your lack of clean clothes when Fleur decides to grace you with her presence.

"Great! I'm glad you 'ave finished your bath," she says with a smile. A small bundle of what you assume are clean clothes in her arms.

"Ere I took ze liberty of using a bit of magic to have your clothes cleaned," she explains handing you the small pile. A pair of jeans, some boxers and a T-shirt.

At least you have something to change into now.

"Thanks," you say taking the offered clothes.

"Benvenue," she replies, "I'll wait for you in your kitchen, Molly packed quite a bit of food," she finishes with a small smile as she walks out of your room, closing the door behind her.

Well at least you've got clean clothes now.

You quickly change into the fresh set of clothes and make your way to the kitchen.

Fleur is there, as she said she would be.

She wasn't kidding, Mrs. Weasley did pack alot of food. There's a roasted chicken, soup, green beans, mashed potatoes, bread, a pie and some pumpkin juice.

Fleur gets up and takes your hand as you stand there like an idiot staring at all the food before you.

You idiot.

"Ere, we can start with ze soup," Fleur says as she leads you to a chair beside her.

That's probably for the best, you can't really keep much down these days.

"We 'ave missed you 'Ermione," Fleur says after a few moments of eating.

You've got soup in your mouth and you don't know what to say.

Swallowing it down, you just stare back at her then down at your bowl.

You really don't know what to say to that.

"Sorry," you finally muster after a few tense moments.

"Non, do not be sorry, it 'as been hard for everyone," Fleur assures you as she takes one of your hands in hers.

Her hand is soft, like you imagined it would be.

"Ze war took much from all of us," She says squeezing your hand.

You can see tears starting to form at the corners of her eyes.

You want to brush them away, but you can't bring yourself to do so.

You haven't had many interactions with Fleur besides the time she passed on kissing you for "helping" Harry save her little sister. The few instances you ran into each other at the Weasley home and the brief time you and the boys spent at Shell Cottage.

"I'm just-" You're barely able to get out before she hushes you.

"You don't 'ave to explain anyzing," She assures you once more, with one final squeeze she lets go of your hand and resumes her meal.

You're grateful for it, but you miss the contact.

- - - x - - - - - -

"Would it be ok if I came back ere tomorrow?" Fleur asks you.

It's night now, and you've both long since finished your meals. Fleur's packed the rest of the food up and put it in your fridge.

"Sure," you respond, she smiles at you in turn and surprises you by quickly placing two kisses on both sides of your cheeks.

"I never did zank you for saving Gabrielle," she says with a wink and she's gone.

You feel your pants get tighter. You look down.

Fuck!

- - x - - - - - - -

And so you fall into a new rhythm.

You wake up, take a scorching shower.

As you don't want to risk having Fleur see your dick again.

Brush your teeth.

Attempt to comb your hair, it's always been a mess. And it doesn't seem to want to change any time soon.

You walk to your living room and on cue Fleur apparates into your kitchen.

You both have breakfast together.

Tend to your mother's garden.

Fleur tidies around your house while you attempt to help.

She shushes you out of the way on many occasions so you pick up a book and read.

And so you both get into a rhythm.

You spend your days together.

You don't know if she enjoys spending so much time with you, but you don't question it.

It's nice and you enjoy her company.

You have all your meals together.

You talk about the goings and happenings of the Wizarding World.

It's great.

You don't know how to tell her you enjoy her company.

Don't know how to tell her that you've started to grow feelings for her.

You're a coward.

It's been 3 months since this began.

5 since Bill passed, you can't take advantage of her good nature.

She doesn't like you back, she's still mourning her husband.

You keep telling yourself after every time you jack off.

As the days go by you can't stop thinking about her.

You wait till she's left to do the deed.

Everytime you imagine how she would feel. How she would taste.

You're horrible.

How could she love a freak like you.

How could anyone.

You couldn't help being born this way. Didn't ask too.

You're parents had constantly assured you that there was nothing wrong with you. You were their perfect little girl. They doted on you.

You grew up in a happy home not knowing the cruelties of the world until you went to summer camp one summer and you were changing into your swimsuit.

One of the other girls got a peak at your appendage and promptly screamed.

This in turn caused the whole batch of girls changing to start screaming at you to get out.

A female counselor found you huddled under a fallen tree later in the day. You'd run out in your suit. Too afraid to go back for the rest of your things.

The counselor tried to soothe you but too no avail. So she brought you to the counselors quarters and let you hang out there.

You spent a lot of time in there the rest of the summer.

When you got home after that summer, your parents told you you were different from other girls after that.

But that it didn't change how they felt about you. You were still their precious little girl.

You began to retreat into yourself after that. You wouldn't play with the other kids anymore.

Retreated into the solace of your books. Knowledge was your friend.

It was while reading that you fully learned what you were. They called you a Hermaphrodite.

An individual born with both male and female parts.

It was there that you learned that you may not be able to have children.

You promptly closed the book at reading that.

And proceeded to ask your mom and dad if they could take you to get tested for it.

They both looked at you quizzically. Before telling you they'd take you when you were older.

And so you waited. You were 10.

The summer after third year they finally made good on their promise.

The results devastated you.

You were sterile.

You didn't have a womb. So you would never be able to carry children.

And your sperm count was much too low to be able to conceive a child with a woman.

Your parents in an effort to raise your spirits took you to get ice cream that day.

And proceeded to tell you that there were plenty of children in need of homes in the orphanages.

This didn't help you much. You cried yourself to sleep that entire summer.

The summer after your sixth year you'd started a tentative relationship with Ron.

You didn't know where it would go, or how he would react when he saw it.

And to be honest you didn't really have feelings for him. But it wouldn't hurt to date the poor boy.

One morning you'd woken up to him and Harry looming over you.

"Umm Mione? What's that?" Ron asked you.

"Did you catch something?" Harry asked you as well. Ever the doting friend.

"Oh, umm...that's my dick," You managed to say. Both boys looked at you as if you'd grown a second head.

So you explained to them that you were born with it. And the hardships you've faced over it.

They both enveloped you in a hug and told you that it didn't change anything.

Your relationship with Ron fizzled out not too long after.

A mutual break up really.

Fuuuucckkkk, you moan out as you begin to pump your shaft again. Fleur was especially teasing today.

She'd worn a baby blue tank top with a see through shawl and a pair of navy shorts.

The woman was sex on legs.

Legs you'd love to have wrapped around your waist.

"Gods Fleur," you say as you finish.

"Ermione?" the sudden sound of Fleur's voice brings you back from your fantasy.

What the hell!

You quickly scramble to hide yourself. Grabbing a nearby pillow to hide your modesty.

"Pardon!" She says as she scrambles out of the room.

She's seen everything, seen you hard, seen you in that state.

Gods she's even heard you say her name as you came.

Not good.

There go your peaceful days.

She won't want to be your friend anymore.

Why would anyone.

She doesn't wait long before coming back into your room.

"I'm sorry, I should 'ave knocked," Fleur says to you as you sit there, pants still around your ankles and a pillow covering your junk.

"The door was open," You reply. You idiot you should have closed it.

She gives you a small nod in turn and takes a seat next to you on your bed.

"I forgot to tell you zat Molly said she's 'aving a Christmas Dinner on the 25th, she would like it if you could come," Fleur says to you as she sits beside you.

She's still in the same small shorts, tank top and clear shawl she was in earlier.

"Oh," is the only thing you manage to say. You're super thankful for the pillow covering you. You're 100% positive you're hard again.

Fuck. What was it about this woman.

"Will you be able to make it?" Fleur asks leaning closer to you.

You can only stare back, you notice that you have a wonderful view of her cleavage.

You need to remove yourself from this situation.

"I really should-," you try to excuse yourself before she cuts you off.

"I could 'elp," she says.

The two of you are silent, she waiting for your response and you can't help but gape like a fish out of water.

Did you just hear right?

"Umm...what?" you weakly say.

"You're 'friend' I could help you calm 'im down," Fleur says with more clarity.

Yep you heard right.

"I don't know what you mean," you weakly say once more.

She gives you an amused look in turn and surprises you by reaching under the pillow and taking ahold of your shaft.

Fuck.

Daydreams have nothing on this.

You promptly drop the pillow.

"Zere that wasn't so 'ard non," She says teasingly as she begins to move her hand up and down your shaft.

"Oh god," you groan out as she continues her ministrations.

She's so good at this.

It doesn't take very long for you to cum and you explode soon enough.

She continues to stroke you as you come down from your high.

You did not imagine your night going like this.

"Merveilleuse," she says before she leans into you and captures your lips with hers.

You can't help but respond in turn.

You both fall into the bed as you push her back. You can feel her arms as they wrap around your neck pulling you closer.

She's underneath you now. You barely have time to pull back to catch your breath before she pulls you down to her once more.

She tastes better than you could have imagined.

You can feel her grind herself into you as you grind back in turn.

You kiss your way down her neck, savoring the sounds she makes as you suck at a spot on the base.

You want more of her.

"Mai shorts," she rasps out as you both fumble to get her bottoms off.

You are one lucky son of a bitch.

You briefly get off of her to allow her to take the rest of her clothes. You pull your shirt off in turn.

"Now where were we," She says as she pulls you back in.

Your pressed into each other.

You can hear your pulse quicken as you grind into each other. You kiss along her neck and make short work of exploring the rest of her body with your hands.

She's heavenly.

Kissing down her body you lose yourself in her breasts.

You never imagined this would be you.

She's perfect.

You take one in your mouth while you attempt to fondle the other one.

This is your first time so you don't know if you're doing it right.

But judging by the sounds she's making, you must be doing this somewhat right.

"Ermione," she moans out.

You need to taste her.

You kiss down her stomach to her pussy.

God she's wet.

You take a tentative taste and lick up and down her vaginal folds.

She groans in turn.

"More," she says as she threads her hands in your hair.

You take the encouragement and continue to taste her.

Finding that she particularly enjoys when you flick her clit with your tongue after slowly running it up and down her folds.

It doesn't take long before she cums on your face.

She tastes devine and you're hard again.

"Inside," she rasps out.

"Are you sure?" You tentatively ask. You're still wrapping your mind around this entire situation.

Fleur Delacour is asking you to fuck her with your dick.

"Oui," she responds pulling you back up for a kiss.

You groan into her as she takes ahold of you.

"Zis in me now," She demands of you as you all but cum in her hands.

Wouldn't do to disappoint a lady.

You line yourself up with her entrance and with a deep breath you enter her.

"Merde," you hear her moan as her head falls back.

"Fuck," you groan out yourself as you feel her envelop you.

She's so tight.

"Move," she orders you and you comply in turn.

You begin at a slow pace, moving in and out of her.

Gods she feels wonderful.

You begin to lose yourself in her and your pace picks up.

She responds in turn by wrapping her legs around your waste, pulling you in deeper.

Fuck she's so delicous.

You keep your pace.

She meets your thrusts in turn.

"Keep going," she encourages as you pick up your pace.

You're close. You can feel her as she clenches around you.

It's hard to concentrate on anything else as she pulls you down for a kiss.

Her hands are at your shoulders, digging into them as you pump in and out of her.

She clenches around you once more, tighter than before. With a gasp she flutters around you. You're not too far behind and you quickly follow her in turn.

You empty yourself out in her as you both grind into each other. Losing yourself in each other once more.

As you'll soon come to learn, this is one of many rounds you'll have tonight and the nights to follow.

- - x - - - - - - - -

"Umm, about tonight," You begin to say as you lay in bed arms wrapped around Fleur. You're spooning. A welcome happenstance after your night of debauchery.

"Oui," she responds in turn.

"I'd like to do this again if you're up for it?" You finally get out. Your heart is beating fast. You don't know if you could handle it if she rejected you now.

"I'd like that," she says as she turns in your arms to face you.

She kisses you softly and melts into you.

This is the best feeling in the world.

You both settle in for the night and doze off not long after.

Holding each other close.

You've both experienced much loss in your young lives, but this a great step in the right direction.

END CHAPTER 1

Hello my lovely readers. As you're all wondering by now, what am I doing writing this while I should be writing the next chapter of Parlay in Reverse.

To be quite honest, I'm not sure either haha. This kind of came to me while I was brainstorming with my Fleurmione buddy. Lookin at'chu. But anywho. I will be updating both fics! A feat I hope to accomplish at a steady pace.

This will be a multi chapter fic. Please let me know what you think by leaving a review.

See you guys next chapter or in the next chapter of Parlay In Reverse.