Fic: Flying High
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alisanneTitle: Flying High
Author:alisanne
Rating: R
Pairing: Fleur Delacour/Hermione Granger
Summary: Things didn't turn out the way Hermione predicted, they turned out better.
Word Count: 700
Genre: Erotica
Warnings: Biting.
A/N: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
hp_may_madness's 2014 fest.
Day three prompt(s) used: 15 meter club, lavender, biting.
The pairing was suggested by![[insanejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/ij-userinfo.gif)
emynn. ♥
Beta:torino10154.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
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Flying High
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Gabrielle’s wedding went off without a hitch, much to Hermione’s surprise. She’d thought there would be drama, but none of the normally antagonistic wedding guests hexed each other, and, as Draco led a radiant Gabrielle away, they were both beaming, clearly in love.
“I never imagined my baby sister would marry a Malfoy,” murmured Fleur later at the reception. “It is funny how life turns out, is it not?”
Hermione hummed. “Yes it is,” she said, sipping her champagne and watching Harry and Ron. They were dancing, staring into each other’s eyes and generally ignoring the world. “Nothing’s the way I thought it would be.”
Fleur clasped her hand. “Do you regret not ending up with Ronald?”
Hermione smiled, turning to face her. “What do you think?”
Fleur’s eyes darkened with desire. “I think I need to get you alone.”
Mind racing, Hermione licked her lips. “The flying carriage Gabrielle arrived in is still outside.”
“You are brilliant.” Fleur dragged Hermione towards the door and within minutes they had slipped into the carriage.
The interior was large, with more than enough room to manoeuvre. After turning the lock to ensure privacy, Fleur wasted no time, pressing Hermione against the door and kissing her frantically.
Hermione moaned, sliding her tongue into Fleur’s mouth even as her hands slid beneath her skirt to skim along her thigh and slip below the edge of her knickers. Fleur’s characteristic lavender scent swirled around them. Intoxicating, thought Hermione.
They slid to the floor, still kissing, Fleur straddling Hermione. As Hermione’s fingers dipped inside Fleur she gasped, her cunt clamping down around them, clinging.
“So wet,” Hermione whispered against her lips, beginning to slide her fingers in and out even as her thumb circled Fleur’s clit. She dipped her head, scraping her teeth along the curve of Fleur’s neck and smiling as Fleur’s breath hitched.
“All for you,” Fleur moaned, her hands caressing Hermione’s breasts through the sheer fabric of her dress. Moving down, she sucked on Hermione’s nipples through the dress, making Hermione arch her back to get closer.
Finally, Fleur managed to free one of Hermione’s breasts from the dress and, biting down gently, she worried the nipple until it was pebble hard and Hermione was shaking with need. She had three fingers deep inside Fleur at that point and she could tell Fleur was close.
At first Hermione thought the tremors running through her body were from her impending orgasm, but as they continued to move together, she eventually realised that it was the carriage that was shaking.
Fleur was undulating above Hermione, rolling her hips and breathlessly begging for Hermione to finger-fuck her harder, faster.
Hermione obliged, drinking in her look of ecstasy as she came, shaking in Hermione’s arms. She finally collapsed, panting. “Mon dieu,” she whispered.
The carriage was definitely moving. Before Hermione could say anything, however, Fleur had slid her dress up and over her head, baring her. It was the work of only moments to pull her knickers off and then Fleur had her face buried between Hermione’s legs. She licked at Hermione, her tongue circling her clit, dipping inside.
Hermione leaned her head back against the door, her fingers clutching Fleur’s hair as she tried to arch closer. The carriage seemed to dip and buck beneath them but Fleur never faltered and soon Hermione was crying out, waves of pleasure moving through her as she came.
Fleur raised her head, smiling up at Hermione. “You are so beautiful.”
Hermione reached for her, pulling her close. As they lay together, she murmured, “I think the carriage is moving.”
“Naturellement.” Fleur laughed softly. “It is what they do. As soon as someone enters and turns the lock, it takes off.” Nuzzling Hermione’s neck, she continued, “I hope you do not mind. I thought it would be enjoyable for us to join the, what is it called? The fifteen meter club.”
Hermione, who had never really mastered broom flying, chuckled. “No one will believe me if I ever tell them I enjoyed flying.”
“Ah, but who is there to tell but me?” Fleur asked, kissing her. “And I was here with you. So...welcome to the club.”
Hermione smiled. “And to you.” Perhaps flying wasn't so bad after all.
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Author:
alisanneRating: R
Pairing: Fleur Delacour/Hermione Granger
Summary: Things didn't turn out the way Hermione predicted, they turned out better.
Word Count: 700
Genre: Erotica
Warnings: Biting.
A/N: Written for
hp_may_madness's 2014 fest. Day three prompt(s) used: 15 meter club, lavender, biting.
The pairing was suggested by
emynn. ♥Beta:
torino10154. Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
~
Flying High
~
Gabrielle’s wedding went off without a hitch, much to Hermione’s surprise. She’d thought there would be drama, but none of the normally antagonistic wedding guests hexed each other, and, as Draco led a radiant Gabrielle away, they were both beaming, clearly in love.
“I never imagined my baby sister would marry a Malfoy,” murmured Fleur later at the reception. “It is funny how life turns out, is it not?”
Hermione hummed. “Yes it is,” she said, sipping her champagne and watching Harry and Ron. They were dancing, staring into each other’s eyes and generally ignoring the world. “Nothing’s the way I thought it would be.”
Fleur clasped her hand. “Do you regret not ending up with Ronald?”
Hermione smiled, turning to face her. “What do you think?”
Fleur’s eyes darkened with desire. “I think I need to get you alone.”
Mind racing, Hermione licked her lips. “The flying carriage Gabrielle arrived in is still outside.”
“You are brilliant.” Fleur dragged Hermione towards the door and within minutes they had slipped into the carriage.
The interior was large, with more than enough room to manoeuvre. After turning the lock to ensure privacy, Fleur wasted no time, pressing Hermione against the door and kissing her frantically.
Hermione moaned, sliding her tongue into Fleur’s mouth even as her hands slid beneath her skirt to skim along her thigh and slip below the edge of her knickers. Fleur’s characteristic lavender scent swirled around them. Intoxicating, thought Hermione.
They slid to the floor, still kissing, Fleur straddling Hermione. As Hermione’s fingers dipped inside Fleur she gasped, her cunt clamping down around them, clinging.
“So wet,” Hermione whispered against her lips, beginning to slide her fingers in and out even as her thumb circled Fleur’s clit. She dipped her head, scraping her teeth along the curve of Fleur’s neck and smiling as Fleur’s breath hitched.
“All for you,” Fleur moaned, her hands caressing Hermione’s breasts through the sheer fabric of her dress. Moving down, she sucked on Hermione’s nipples through the dress, making Hermione arch her back to get closer.
Finally, Fleur managed to free one of Hermione’s breasts from the dress and, biting down gently, she worried the nipple until it was pebble hard and Hermione was shaking with need. She had three fingers deep inside Fleur at that point and she could tell Fleur was close.
At first Hermione thought the tremors running through her body were from her impending orgasm, but as they continued to move together, she eventually realised that it was the carriage that was shaking.
Fleur was undulating above Hermione, rolling her hips and breathlessly begging for Hermione to finger-fuck her harder, faster.
Hermione obliged, drinking in her look of ecstasy as she came, shaking in Hermione’s arms. She finally collapsed, panting. “Mon dieu,” she whispered.
The carriage was definitely moving. Before Hermione could say anything, however, Fleur had slid her dress up and over her head, baring her. It was the work of only moments to pull her knickers off and then Fleur had her face buried between Hermione’s legs. She licked at Hermione, her tongue circling her clit, dipping inside.
Hermione leaned her head back against the door, her fingers clutching Fleur’s hair as she tried to arch closer. The carriage seemed to dip and buck beneath them but Fleur never faltered and soon Hermione was crying out, waves of pleasure moving through her as she came.
Fleur raised her head, smiling up at Hermione. “You are so beautiful.”
Hermione reached for her, pulling her close. As they lay together, she murmured, “I think the carriage is moving.”
“Naturellement.” Fleur laughed softly. “It is what they do. As soon as someone enters and turns the lock, it takes off.” Nuzzling Hermione’s neck, she continued, “I hope you do not mind. I thought it would be enjoyable for us to join the, what is it called? The fifteen meter club.”
Hermione, who had never really mastered broom flying, chuckled. “No one will believe me if I ever tell them I enjoyed flying.”
“Ah, but who is there to tell but me?” Fleur asked, kissing her. “And I was here with you. So...welcome to the club.”
Hermione smiled. “And to you.” Perhaps flying wasn't so bad after all.
~
