A/N: I came up with the idea of this story, while talking to a friend :) Lu, this story is dedicated to you. I hope you like drunken Hermione :D

Sailing A Restless Sea

"Whoa, we're nearly out of butterbeer! We only have a few bottles left." Ron was pointing at the remaining alcohol, standing on the table. Harry scurried over to him, his walking a little unsure due to the amount of beer he had already consumed. "S' bad, mate. What we're gonna do now?"

Harry looked at the others, hoping that somebody would answer his question for he was far too drunken to actually think about their problem himself. He waited for a few seconds, but nobody answered him. "'Mione. You got any ideas?"

Hermione was slouching on the ground, her back resting against the black sofa behind her. She was surrounded by several empty bottles and every now and then she hiccupped. She looked at Harry with half closed eyes and tried to focus on his question.

Finally she spoke up, her voice slightly slurry. "Let's play a game. The winner gets the last butterbeer." Harry's face lit up and he excitedly clapped his hands. "That's a great idea. Everybody's okay with that?"

Fred and George, who were laying outstretched in front of the chimney, grunted to show their approval. Harry nodded and let his gaze wander through the big living room. "Where's Ginny?"

He took a few steps forward and nearly stumbled over Fred's leg in the process. "Ouch, watch out you moron! That hurt!" Harry mumbled an apology and continued searching for the youngest Weasley.

"I zink that she 'as passed out some time earlier. She's laying be'ind ze fern next to ze television." Fleur was sitting on the second sofa, which was opposite to the one Hermione was still leaning on. Unlike the others, she hadn't emptied a dozen bottles of butterbeer and was therefore still relatively sober, her cool demeanour still in place as well as the somewhat cold mask she was always wearing when being around other people.

Harry took a quick peek behind said sofa to check if Ginny was okay, before averting his attention back at Fleur, who was staring into nothingness, obviously thinking about something. "Fleur? You okay with Hermione's idea?"

Fleur sighed and moved her legs so they were now dangling over the sofa's edge. "Yes, zat's fine wiz me. I'm bored anyway." Hermione's eyes opened a little more and she frowned at the tone Fleur was using. "You know, nobody's forcing you to stay. If you're bored, just leave. Nobody's going to stop you."

George pulled himself up into a sitting position, sensing that it was better to intervene now, before Fleur got the chance to snap at Hermione and ruin the mood. "Now, now, calm down you two. We came here to have fun, not to argue. So, Hermione, what game do you wanna play?"

Hermione reluctantly stopped glaring at Fleur and turned to George. "I had 'truth or dare' in mind." In front of her, she could hear Fleur uttering an amused snob but decided too ignore her. George was right. They were here to celebrate the beginning of the summer break. She could take care of this French snob another time.

Ron was visibly pleased with this idea and he shuffled over to Hermione, sitting down next to the others. "The one that'll be left at the end of the game will get as much butterbeer as he can drink." Hermione smirked at Ron, shoving a finger against his chest. "Or she! Don't be so full of yourself, Ron."

She lunged forward and grabbed the next empty bottle, placing it in the middle of the small circle they had formed. Except one, who was still sitting on the sofa, looking like a princess. "Madame Delacour, do you plan to join this game or not?"

Fleur turned her nose up at Hermione and slid down from the sofa, gracefully sitting down between Ron and Fred. "I'll join even though I zink zat zis childish. And for you, Miss Granger, it's still Mademoiselle Delacour."

The brown haired girl gritted her teeth in anger and twisted the bottle in her hands with more force than needed. "Fine! Then let's start!" Everybody was staring at the spinning object in anticipation, hoping that it wouldn't stop pointing at them.

The bottle got slower and slower and finally stopped in front of Fred, who gulped nervously and sat a little straighter. Before anybody could say something, Ron leaned forward, his eyes gleaming intently. "Me first! Truth or dare?"

Hermione huffed and crossed her arms. "Who said that you could start? Usually that would be me, 'cause I turned the bottle." Ron ignored Hermione and grinned at his older brother, who finally made a decision. "Truth."

Ron made a face, obviously disappointed with Fred's decision. He thought for a moment. "What's the most embarrassing thing you've ever experienced?" Fleur couldn't suppress a grin and quickly lifted her hand to cover her mouth, faking a cough.

Fred sighed in relief. He had already feared that his brother would ask him something different, but this was easy to answer. "When mum found one of my porn magazines under my bed. I told her they were from you though. My turn."

He snatched the bottle from Ron's hand, who was staring at him in disbelief and gave the bottle a strong twist. This time it landed on Harry, who obviously wasn't very happy about it. "I also pick truth."

Fred had anticipated this and he grinned contently. "You know…I always wondered how far you and Ginny have gone in your relationship. Care to tell us?" Harry flushed and averted his gaze at the ground. He knew that Ginny probably wouldn't be okay with telling such intimate details, but he was so damn thirsty…"Last week we went all the way for the first time. Satisfied?"

The twin nodded his head and gave George a meaningful look at which Harry's face reddened even more. "Please, don't tell Ginny. She would kill me." Fred promised, although Hermione could clearly see that he had crossed his fingers behind his back.

She started to zone out, thinking about what she would do to Fleur in case she got to punish her. Hermione barely payed attention when the bottle chose George next, who picked dare and was forced to kiss Crookshanks on the mouth, who protested loudly against the boy's show of affection.

When Crookshanks was released he fled into Hermione's lap and hissed aggressively at George, who was busy touching his scratched face with a pained expression.

Hermione looked down at her cat, then up at George, who had already twirled the bottle again. "George, what happened to your face? You're bleeding!" "Never mind, I'm okay." And then the bottle stopped, pointing straight at Hermione, whose eyes widened in shock.

George's lips curved up into an evil grin and he winked at Hermione. "Truth or dare? Chose wise or you'll regret it." Hermione couldn't hide her nervousness and Fleur snorted with laughter at her expression, dropping her perfect mask. "I zink somebody is afraid zere. Does Miss Granger 'ave so naughty secrets zat she doesn't know what to do?"

Fleur's arrogant words angered Hermione immensely and she forgot about her worries. She would prove to Fleur that she wasn't afraid of a stupid game. "Ridiculous! Dare!"

The instant she had said it, she regretted it. Knowing George, Hermione was sure that whatever the boy was going to say wouldn't be good for her. And indeed, she was right. "I dare you to kiss…Fleur."

Everybody stopped moving and all eyes darted to Hermione, whose jar had fallen down. "What?!" George propped his ellbow up on his leg, resting his chin comfortable on it. "You heard right. Kiss Fleur, or quit the game."

"I…I…" Hermione was at a loss for words and she glanced over to Fleur, hoping to get help from the blonde. However she was disappointed. Fleur was neither protesting, nor looking angry. Instead she was smirking at Hermione, her legs swaying back and forth.

Hermione felt provoked and her expression hardened. What was that French woman thinking, looking at her like that? But as much as she wanted to prove to Fleur that she wasn't afraid of kissing her, as much was she indeed afraid to do so.

Did George dare her on purpose to kiss Fleur, of all people or was he just into this kind of thing? Hermione gulped and peeked at George, who was watching her intently, the smirk replaced with a serious expression.

She looked at his eyes and for one second she thought that she caught an encouraging glint in them, but she wasn't sure. Surely George didn't know about her true feelings for Fleur, right? Yes…he couldn't. Hermione hadn't talked to anybody about this. Not even Ginny, who was her closest friend, knew how she felt about the blonde.

If she gave in now, she was sure that Fleur would notice her little secret and make fun of her in front of everybody else. She wasn't dumb, after all. Hermione looked up and her eyes searched Fleur's, who was still staring at her. "'ave you decided? I'd really like to 'ave at least a little fun and you're not 'elping wiz zat."

Screw it. If Fleur wanted 'fun' Hermione was going to give it to her willingly. To everybody's surprise she slowly stood up, leaning on Ron's head for support, who merely stared up at her.

The only one, who seemed to have expected this was George. He had caught Hermione staring at Fleur quite often, when she had thought that nobody was looking and he came to the conclusion that Hermione wanted more of Fleur than just a friendly conversation. This was her chance to do so.

Fleur's smirk had vanished and her mouth hang slightly open, as she watched Hermione coming closer, swaying her hips seductively as she walked. She tensed and moved away from the other girl, as far as the backrest of the sofa would allow.

Her eyes were locked with Hermione's and she saw the determination in them. And also something different. Something that shouldn't be there. Desire. Fleur's tongue darted out and she nervously moistened her lips, her gaze never leaving Hermione, who had now reached her.

Slowly, Hermione climbed onto the sofa and straddled Fleur's hips with her tighs. She sat down on the blonde's lap, who suck her breath in at the intimate contact. Hermione leaned forward, but stopped before her lips came in contact with Fleur's, her mouth mere inches away from its goal.

She whispered throatily, only loud enough for Fleur to hear. "I hope you're having fun right now." Fleur's breath hitched in her throat and Hermione felt the arousal grow to the point where she couldn't hold back any longer.

She crushed her lips violently against Fleur's, not bothering to hide her emotions. This was most probably going to be the last time that she was this close to her love and she was going to savour the moment as long as possible. Because right now, Fleur was hers.

Fleur felt overwhelmed at all the emotions that rushed through her, as Hermione started to move her lips and deepen the kiss. Suddenly Hermione slung a hand around Fleur's neck, pulling her closer. Fleur moaned and Hermione didn't hesitate to slip her tongue into Fleur's mouth. She started to explore the blonde's mouth, then sucked on Fleur's tongue, earning another moan.

Words couldn't describe, how Fleur felt right now. Her heart pounded against her ribcage like crazy and she felt a little dizzy from all the blood, which had rushed to her head. Never before had she felt like this with any man she had dated. This was…incredible.

When Hermione finally pulled away, breathing heavily, Fleur automatically followed her retreating lips, craving to feel their softness again on her lips. "Don't…." To Hermione's surprise Fleur put both her hands on her face and pulled her back for another kiss. This time it was her turn to torture the brunettes mouth.

And Fleur did a very good job at doing so, as she teasingly sucked on Hermione's bottom lip. A blissful sigh escaped Hermione's mouth and the blonde smiled, happy that she was able to do this to the other girl.

All the time the boys had been watching them wordlessly, too perplexed by Hermione's aggressiveness. They could clearly feel the erotic tension in the air and soon Harry excused himself to go to the bathroom, soon followed by Fred and George, who wanted to give the two girls more privacy.

In the end only Ron was left. Captured by the moment, he stood up to get a better view of Fleur and Hermione. Hermione slipped a hand beneath Fleur's short skirt and slowly inched higher, towards her centre. Fleur threw her head back in anticipation and moaned. "'ermione, why are you doing zis to me? Why do you make me feel so good?" Hermione silenced her with a passionate kiss, then moved down to kiss Fleur's neck, tenderly sucking on the sensitive flesh.

"Awesome! That's so hot, Hermione! C'mon, let me join too!" Hermione was about to shout at Ron, but Fleur was faster. She pointed her wand at him and suddenly he turned green. "Uuh…toilet!" He ran out of the living room, pressing a hand to his stomach.

"I zink that'll keep 'im busy for at ze next 'ours." Hermione grinned cheekily at Fleur, "I didn't knew you were that skilled with spells." She idly let her fingers run down Fleur's torso, barely touching her breasts and all thoughts about Ron were forgotten immediately.

Fleur grabbed Hermione's hand and playfully placed a kiss on it, making sure to keep eye contact with the girl all the time. "I'd be overly glad to show you what else I can do, Miss Granger."

Hermione withdrew her hand from Fleur's soft grasp and moved to her ear, pressing herself against the blonde's body on purpose. "Of course, Mademoiselle Delacour. Go on." Fleur grinned and embraced Hermione tightly, before apparating them to her apartment.

I wanted to make it longer, but somehow I ran out of ideas... This is planned to be a one-shot, but if I get enough positive response to it, I may continue it. Just tell me, whether you want this to stay a one-shot or not :)

Good weekend to all of you :D Oh, and I tried to write Fleur's accent for the first time. I'm not sure, if I did it correct. But it looks okay to me :)