VIII. Spread My Wings

(Fleur's POV, seven days later)

I closed my eyes. I was pulsing...throbbing...moistening with desire. With love. Passion, and ecstasy, along with a tinge of delirious excitement. Her teeth teased me as they gently gnawed a path down to where I needed them to be. I needed her to sink those teeth of hers into me.

But she just continued to tease me...her lips brushed against me and I shook. Her finger slid through me, through the path that only she could tread, and sent jolts through my body. The familiarity of her touch, her soft gaze warming more and more as she watched my pleasure swim on my face, her ears perking up as she smiled at my moans and ragged breathing...it was mesmerizing.

Her tender lips moved up to mine; her wonderful mouth breathed hysteria down my throat as we kissed. She knew what I wanted. Both of her hands gliding across my thighs told me that much. I needed this...

Her hands spread me open, and I flew so high in the sky as her mouth took in every ounce of liquid heat that I'd become...

But the look in the person's eyes in front of me made me congeal, and fall back to reality. I stood there, frozen, but still dripping without her mouth there. I could smell it. But she and her mouth were not there to smell me; taste me. Like she should have been. Like she could have been...if I didn't listen to her.

"I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride."

But she was dead. Draco was not.

Now I stand at the edge of this cliff a ways behind the Malfoy manor with her sketchbook in my arms. My only connection to her was all I had left; I refused to wear anything else as I took in my last sunset. This would be the second time I stood over the edge of death, but there was no Cedric to stop me. No assurance that Hermione was here, and that she loves me.

Broken promises blew through my hair. They slapped me, and hardened my face with the pain and regret they left in their wake. I was a fool to rely so much on feelings. On memories. My reliance, my dependence, my need for them to forever be reality drove me, once again, to the brink of insanity. And because I dwell on the past, because I hate the pain of having to deal, and because I am blinded to everything but the possibility of death when I'm unhappy...I am here. I am unhappy because of how happy I used to be. I was happy because I couldn't believe my luck. Because she cared so much about me.

Because she didn't want me to see her die.

And I didn't, Hermione. I did not. That look of horror in your eyes haunts me all the time. Your face haunts me in my dreams, even though it always left quickly. It left me with no hope, because you are not here. You promised that you would be... Make-believing that you're here was the only way I could see clearly for the past week. I've been looking for you...and only you...but you're still not here.

So now we both have to pay the price for our folly. I need you. I've become so intoxicated by the pleasure that you and you alone have been able to give me, for not even a week of my life. Of our lives. And when there is no more poison to suck from you, or for you to drink from me, whatever is left just hollows me out...

But...what's this?

Someone wrapped their arms over my waist...showing me something in their hands as they removed the sketchbook from my arms.

A piece of paper.

A...copy of a marriage license.

"Fleur Delacour, married zis August 28th, 1917, to..."

No...my mind was just playing tricks on me...

"Alain...Granger. Now Alain Delacour..."

The paper blew in the wind that no longer caged the broken promises... It slapped life back into my face just as I felt her soft hands run across my arms. They were lifted perpendicular to my body, and I arched my back as I felt her breasts become comfortable against my spine.

I was dumbfounded. I couldn't even speak. I wanted to ask what was going on, or scream at her, or spin around and kiss her until we couldn't feel our mouths anymore...

"Spread your wings for me, Fleur..."

That...voice. That incredibly sexy voice that I could never forget, and never live without, whispered through my senses. It glid over every sense of doubt I had for her and smashed them to pieces, melding them into my renewed hope as she breathed an apology on my neck.

A completely...unnecessary apology.

"You...you're 'ere--"

"Potions are a wonderful thing...just like something else I think you need."

"Potion--?"

"Shh..."

I married her...she transformed into the object of my loathing to marry me and did not say a word to me about it... Tears were threatening to spill from my eyes as I laughed quietly in disbelief.

"I 'ate you, 'Ermione."

"I love you, too." She laughed softly in my ear... "Bitch."

I may have treated Hermione with a little resentment considering who I thought she was... But it didn't matter anymore. Nothing did. Nothing except for the incredible sensations of her body melded with mine.

"The only thing is that it wasn't me who kissed you last...just know that Cedric really was my decoy... I did manage to keep my promise to Gabrielle about killing Draco, but...Cedric..."

"He's...?"

"Yes..."

The man that saved me...he was gone. I wasn't sure what to feel...

"But hey...I told him that just in case something...happened...that he'd get to watch again. He and Harry can be our voyeurs up there. So don't be sad..."

Sad... Sad? I was beyond sad just moments ago. I was too scared to ever let those feelings take over, and her assurance may have helped with that. A bit.

"Now spread your other wings..."

I didn't have to ask what she meant; she showed me in a matter of seconds. Hermione spun me around and pulled me away from the cliff and led me to the ground. She smiled down at me as she placed her legs at either side of me. The sunset was beautiful, but it looked even better in her eyes...on her face...and on me as it tried to warm me up. But try as it might, it couldn't even come close to how warm she made me feel. Her surprises, her intelligence, her...everything. No one could bring back so much energy into me after finding out such horrible news, but she was right...

"And he promised to make sure Draco wouldn't watch."

She winked at me as I let out a laugh, giving her permission to finally kiss me as I only let three tears run down my face. One for Harry...one for Cedric...

And one more for how wonderful it felt to be brought back to life.

She spread my legs, my wings, and devoured my pulsing manifestation of love for her. I was hers, and she was mine. She was right; she could be anything on paper. She could even change her sex on paper. My Hermione Delacour...

Alain Delacour.

But right now, my sex was hers and hers was mine. We stayed out there so long that we added immensely to the dew that formed beneath us. We rocked our hips against the others' mouth so hard that they threatened to fall off. Our tongues burned from the toils of satisfaction. Or hot breaths warmed up the air, our bodies were tired but ached for one another still, and we moaned as loud as ever before like we would never get the chance to do this ever again.

Fate never gets in the way of destiny, but tomorrow never knows. I'm not taking any more chances.

Le sigh, Sexe en Papier is finished. 5192 hits, 92 reviews, 20 favorites, and 29 alerts. Wow! I'm so happy that a lot of people enjoyed this story.

I listened to my rabid reviewers about not killing Hermione or Fleur. And the whole reason behind the theme of flying in this chapter is because I didn't get around to that scene on the ship. I think mine is better though. Now someone please let me find some kind of rights to make a movie out of this with Emma Watson and Clémence Poésy... I know, I know; not gonna happen. But I can dream...

This was a major crash course in the world of writing sex for me. I'd never written it before, and I only have in this story. I hope I did a good job. This won't be my last 'sexy' fic, though, promise :3

Thank you for reading!