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-Hogwarts Library after dinner-


"Yes Fleur?"

"'ave you ever been kissed before?"

Startled, Hermione dropped her book with a loud thud. Someone sitting nearby made a 'shush' noise. "Excuse me?" she whispered.

Fleur grinned, "I'm asking if you've ever been kissed before?"

"Fleur, I don't know and I don't want to know why you're asking me about … this. But, anyway, I need to read this book for tomorrow's class." Hermione picked up her book and started reading, her cheeks flaming red.

"I presume that means you have not, oui?"

Hermione ignored her.

"It is nothing to be ashamed of, cheri."

Hermione ignored her yet again.

Sighing, she felt Fleur starting to bounce her brown hair in an attempt to get her attention.

"What do you want Fleur?"

"Can I try it?"

"Try what?"

"Kissing you."

"Why do you want to kiss me?"

"Because I want kiss you."

"You have lot of suitors out there, Fleur. Perhaps you should kiss them!"

"Non, I want you, ma cheri."

Hermione stared at the Veela. "Did you eat something funny at dinner? A delusion potion, maybe?"


Hermione sighed, rubbing her eyes tiredly.

"So you want to kiss me, huh?"


She stared at the beautiful Veela again.

"Would you like me to teach you how?" Fleur suddenly purred in her ear.

Hermione blinked. "Of course, but first, let me try it."

"Confident are we? Alright, just tell me when you need my help," she grinned, closing the gap between their faces, "I am sure you will enjoy my 'lesson'."

They were mere inches from each other's faces; Hermione used her thumb and forefinger to caress Fleur's jaw and cheek. Their lips touched and they melted into one. It was soft and slow at first. Innocent kisses succumbed to a passionate fire in a nanosecond.

They broke apart, but before Fleur could protest her lips found hers once more. Hermione's tongue brushed Fleur's bottom lip, demanding entrance. Their tongues danced with each other.

Hermione moaned against Fleur's lips and wrapped her arms around Fleur's neck, pulling her body closer to hers. The older witch's hands snaked around her waist, her hands roaming up and down the younger back.

She wanted more. Fleur wanted the younger witch to be hers and only hers. They had completely forgotten that there were other people around them. Fleur shoved Hermione down roughly onto the library desk, never breaking their kiss. Hermione moaned as the French witch's thigh came to rest in between her legs. Fleur pushed gently and Hermione's hips bucked.

They broke apart some time later, gasping for air.

"Wow …" Fleur breathed out, trying to get air into her burning lungs. "For someone who's never been kissed, you're really good …"

"Still want teach me?" Hermione asked, eyes sparkling.


Hermione nodded, "With one condition."

"What is it?"

"We're taking this elsewhere, immediately."


"So I can show you I don't need your 'lesson'."

"Ah … convincing me, non?"


Smirking, Fleur nodded. "Excellent, let's go."

Hermione grinned from ear to ear. She busied herself collecting her books while Fleur glared at the gawking spectators, giving a silent message to them, 'That pretty girl belongs to me.'

"Come on, let's go to my room." Fleur said, offering her arm. Hermione bit back a laugh as she accepted the gesture and walked out of the library with her escort, the couple earning lots of envious stares from many people inside and outside the library. These were directed at Hermione – for obvious reasons – and the Veela as well.

"I never know that bookworm is such a great kisser." One of them whispered to the others around them.

'This might be interesting, after all,' with a Cheshire cat grin Fleur dragged Hermione to her carriage, 'I love it when a good plan works,' Fleur reflected blissfully.