Are you dreaming? Or am I really updating? Sorry to make you all wait so long, I can't believe it's been about year since I last posted a chapter. . I know I hate when stories I'm reading get discontinued, so I'm going to do my best to update more frequently. But I do intend to see this story to the end. Even if it takes a long time...
Things start to heat up in this chapter, hooray! I figured 14 chapters was enough time to wait. lol.
I hope you enjoy!
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One step at a time, there's no need to rush
It's like learning to fly or falling in love
It's gonna happen when it's supposed to happen
That we find the reasons why, one step at a time
Jordin Sparks- One Step at a Time
Hermione sat in the library studying late the Wednesday after her date with Fleur. To her surprise it had gone wonderfully. Fleur was charming and sweet and intelligent. The two had talked for hours over their tea, and afterwards they had gone for a walk through the village, which was picturesque covered in snow. It had all around been a pleasant afternoon for the young Gryffindor, and she couldn't deny now that there was a connection between herself and the attractive Veela. In fact, Hermione had had trouble not noticing how beautiful the woman was. She didn't know if it was the knowledge that she was supposed to be attracted to Fleur that made her notice, or perhaps her denial had clouded her eyes.
They had set up a second date at the end of their first. Hermione had confessed to the blonde haired woman that she had indeed had a wonderful time, and the older woman had practically radiated relief and happiness. The second date was set to be similar to the first, another peaceful afternoon in Hogsmeade. Hermione realized, as she jotted down some notes on a piece of parchment, that she was quite looking forward to it.
That Friday after charms class ended Fleur called Hermione to her desk. "Mademoiselle Granger, a word please?"
Hermione approached her desk curious. It was unusual for Fleur to talk to her after class. "Yes Professor?"
Fleur spoke in a lowered voice. "I'm so sorry Hermione, but I 'ave to cancel tomorrow. I completely forgot but I promised my mother that I would go home to visit my parents this weekend. I 'ave to leave early tomorrow morning." The Veela looked distraught. "I wish…this might not work but is there any chance you are free tonight? We could still have tea, if you don't mind having it in my chambers…"
"That sounds fine Professor. I will see you tonight?"
Fleur smiled in relief. "Oui, eight o clock?"
"I'll be there."
Fleur occupied herself between the hours of seven and eight by transforming her sitting room into a cozy setting. She replaced her two armchairs with a small sofa (a love seat) and she dimmed the lights so that the flickering fire cast a pleasant glow over the whole room. She prepared a pot of tea with two cups on a tray, and set it on the small table next to the sofa. Finally she lit a lightly scented candle and placed it on the mantle of the fireplace. Its sweet smell slowly filled the room, adding the final touch to the ambiance.
As the clock began to chime eight, there was a quiet knock on her door. She rose from the sofa where she had been reading the same page for a good fifteen minutes as she waited for Hermione's arrival. She swept to the door, and shook back her hair from her face before turning the door handle. Hermione stood there, fidgeting a little as she waited. Fleur drank in her appearance. The brown hair she loved fell in soft waves around the girl's shoulders and face, framing her features perfectly. She wore a pair of dark jeans, a simple shirt covered by a forest green blazer for warmth. The look was simple, clean, and Fleur thought, absolutely adorable.
"Bon soir, Hermione." The Veela smiled as she welcomed the other girl into the room. She motioned for the brunette to take a seat on the couch, and poured her a cup of tea before settling down next to her. "How are you? Would you like any sugar or milk?"
"Um, no thanks professor. I am well. And you?" Hermione blew on her tea to cool it.
Still smiling softly Fleur answered. "Please, you must call me Fleur. I am quite well." Now that you are here ma cherie, she thought. "Although I must confess that I am rather tired after this week. I am glad to be returning home to my family, if only for a few days." She let her body sink into one of the arms of the sofa, curling her legs up under her, facing the young witch.
Hermione followed suit, taking off her shoes and making herself comfortable on the other side of the sofa. The sofa was quite small however, and she noticed how small the space between their knees was. She could feel her cheeks heating up, and took a sip of her tea to hide her embarrassment. She looked over at Fleur, who was looking serenely into the fire. The older woman appeared completely at ease in the silence. Hermione found her eyes slowly making their way down the other woman's body, noticing the shine of her hair, the way she held her cup clasped in both hands, and the way her waist curved just so. She could deny herself no longer. This woman was the most beautiful being she had ever seen.
Fleur could feel Hermione's eyes on her, and turned her head back towards the Gryffindor. Ice-blue eyes locked with deep brown, and they both paused in their movements, held by the connection. Unconsciously Fleur shifted a little on the couch, and her knee brushed that of Hermione's. A ripple of electricity shot up her body, bringing a delicious tingle to her spine, and she saw the other woman's eyes widen as she undoubtedly felt the same spark.
The connection that had been there since the Veela had first laid eyes on her mate swelled; making her heart beat faster as they stared into each other's eyes. As Hermione consciously acknowledged her acceptance of Fleur, she too felt her heart beat faster as warmth flooded her entire body. The connection that had been lying dormant bloomed into life, and it seemed to Hermione that somehow she had known Fleur for her entire life (something she knew logically, was impossible).
With their eyes still locked, Fleur set her teacup down on the little table next to her. Almost in a trance she moved closer to the girl, drawn in. She carefully moved the brunette's legs so that they were draped over her own as she moved her body next to her mate's. Hermione's breath hitched as Fleur moved closer until their faces were just inches apart. The Veela smiled now, a soft smile that brought light to her eyes. She gently pried Hermione's tea cup out of her clenched hands, and levitated it over to the tray.
The Veela hovered over the Gryffindor, holding herself up with one arm propped on the sofa behind the girl's head. With the other hand she gently brushed Hermione's soft waves of hair away from her face. "You feel it too don't you?" Fleur murmured, her voice taking on a husky, musical quality. She chuckled lowly "The hand of Fate…this is the only moment either of us will feel it in our lifetimes. Not many people are lucky enough to feel it like we do." She cupped Hermione's cheek, and suddenly their lips were almost touching. The girl's eyes had darkened, desire shining clearly in them. Now Fleur's breath hitched. She was captured by this woman, completely at her mercy; even though for now she remained dominant.
Her eyes fluttered shut, and their lips touched. Fleur's entire mind went blank, as the mere brush of Hermione's lips on her own created an explosion that rocketed through her system. She was lost in the sensation of Hermione's lips as they kissed gently at first, then with more urgency. She sank into the younger girl, their bodies so close they were almost one. She had waited so long for this moment, and she drank it in, becoming inebriated on the ecstasy she was experiencing.
The blonde broke away; suddenly afraid she had moved too fast and made the wrong decision. Panting, she watched the girl below her, whose own breaths were labored and fast. Their eyes met and locked. Hermione smiled now, and Fleur breathed a sigh of relief, looking down. She hadn't messed everything up. She worried she had used her Veela's song unconsciously when she had spoken to force Hermione's will to meet her own. She hoped her girl wasn't angry with her or-
A voice interrupted Fleur's thoughts. "I'm sorry I made you wait so long…"
The Veela's eyes widened in surprise, and her blue orbs snapped back up to her mate's. "Non, ma cherie. Do not be sorry. It is I who shou-" Her sentence was cut off abruptly as Hermione pulled her back down, kissing her gently. Their urgency had abated, and the kisses they shared were languid, unrushed and tender.
Hermione pulled back and looked deep into Fleur's clear blue eyes. "Don't worry about anything Fleur," the Veela's name rolled easily off her tongue "I know this is what I want." The Gryffindor smiled gently and Fleur felt her heart melt at the warmth she saw in those brown eyes.
The two witches spent the rest of the evening cuddling and talking. Fleur was overjoyed that things were finally going in the right direction. She could feel the joy bubbling up in her chest, threatening to pour out in song.
At midnight, Hermione untangled herself from Fleur's limbs and stretched. She was surprised how comfortable and at ease she had been in Fleur's embrace. She had enjoyed herself very much. "I think I should get back to my dorm now Fleur." She said.
"I suppose you should." The Veela conceded. She sighed. "I will see you on Monday then?" she asked as she walked Hermione over to the door.
"Of course 'Professor'" said Hermione, teasing.
Fleur was surprised at the comment, and smiled. "Have a wonderful weekend ma cherie." She leaned in and kissed the brunette lightly. "Goodnight."
Hermione was practically glowing as she stepped through the Fat Lady's portrait. She was about to go up to her room when she heard Harry's voice.
" Hermione!" She looked around to see him sitting on the couch in front of the fire place.
"Hey Harry, what are you doing up?" she asked walking over. She plopped herself down next to him on the couch.
"I was just reading. Ginny said she would come down in a bit."
Hermione raised an eyebrow skeptically at him.
"Oh shut up. How was Professor Delacour?" He asked, switching the topic and watching her carefully.
She couldn't stop the blush from creeping onto her face. "She was good." She answered shortly.
"Yeah?" Harry tried to conceal the mirth in his voice. "How good exactly? You have something on your neck by the way."
Hermione gaped at him, and her hand flew to cover what she realized was a little love bite. Her whole face turned red and she was a loss for words. "It's not-! I mean…it is- no, I…" she gave up exasperated. "It's a long story." She finished.
Harry laughed at her. "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone. If Ron found out…he'd have a downright fit!" A noise came from the stairwell. "Ah, you'll have to tell me tomorrow." He smiled at Ginny who now stood in the common room. "Goodnight Hermione." He grinned at her, and led his girlfriend out of the room. Hermione could only imagine where they were going. Or what they were going to do. She snorted.
The brunette made her way to her room, and got into bed. She was happy with the way her evening had gone, even if everything had been a little abrupt and unexpected. It had been wonderful. She was glad she had finally opened her mind to the idea of giving Fleur a chance, even though she was still scared of what was to come. Everything seemed all right, good, in fact. She placed a finger on her lips and smiled; she could still feel the tingles her professor's lips had left on her own.
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