Alright, so, I had originally uploaded this earlier in the year, but something didn't really feel right; but, now it's up to stay(:
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A/N: Characters are all J.K. Rowlings. I own only my ideas! (Oh, and this chapter has already been revised; if its still has errors, sorry!)
Go Back Home, Ma Belle
What is it that you want?
I knew what I had to do, and I was determined to do it.
I did not want us to hurt each other anymore; the war ruined us all. We didn't need any more damaged done to any of us.
I had to do it, but at the same time I was frightened, too frightened. I couldn't keep hiding behind Ron's shadow; he was not the one I loved. Not anymore. So, I decided to seek her. After I had left my house with courage that I did not know where it came from…I called her. When I got to my store all my previous thoughts of wanting to see her disappeared, and fear replaced them.
I was becoming to feel nervous because of what I was going to do. I was actually trembling. Not that I wanted her to notice anyway. Was I backing out? So much for Gryffindor courage Hermione…
Then I saw her out of the corner of my eye approaching the bookstore while I was taking the keys out of my pocket. After I opened the door I quietly went inside and she followed behind me. Throwing my coat over my counter, I rushed to the front door to close and lock it. I couldn't afford to get caught. Not even by a customer.
I stood in front of the door for a second or two thinking. Thinking about what was about to happen. What I was about to do. My throat felt dry; as if I couldn't talk. I closed my eyes frustrated with myself until I hear her soft voice somewhere behind me.
"What's wrong, 'Ermione?" - She asked me, with a bite of tease in her question.
I turned around and saw her slightly smiling. I looked her in the eyes, and decided to talk. I wanted to tell her so badly. That I was tired of the games we played, but was I really? Had I been tired before the war?
"I cannot do this anymore..."- I told her while I reached up and tucked one of my stranded curls behind my ear. I heard her sigh, and her smile widen. - "I need you, Fleur."
I noticed how her face contoured, and her expression changed. I didn't know what to do, so, I figured looking down would be the best. She walked towards me, and her face was drifting closer to mine. Her hands started roaming through my hips, caressing gently my sides. I could feel her soft and hot breath on my nose, so, I decided to look up. She was looking down her nose at me, centimeters from my lips. The look in her eyes was one I had never seen before. It was tender, but playful. She seemed vicious, but caring. But all those thoughts once again disappeared when I felt her lips on mine.
They felt soft and warm against mine, but this meant something was wrong. Only a few times I would see her behave like this. Tenderly and lovingly, and it was strange because Fleur did not love. She only desired. Fleur is harsh, and rough. Loving did not become her.
She started sucking on my bottom lip, softly, and her hands were going up my body, until they reached my face. Fleur readjusted my face in her hands, and tucked yet another curl behind my ear while she chuckled against my lips. Once I heard her piercing laugh I tried to pull away, but she would not let me. She did however pull her lips away from mine, but only for a few second to murmur something I could not catch. Right when I noticed how darkness swallowed the store she attacked my lips once again, but this time she picked me up in her arms, and walked to my register counter. She sat me on top of it and placed herself between my thighs while still kissing me.
My breathing accelerated when I felt how her hands where making their way under my shirt, and I was letting her. She stopped when she reached the silky texture of my bra, but paid no attention to my breasts and her hands went to my lower back to pull me closer. I felt how her tongue was begging for access into my mouth. It would linger in between my lips and it would push softly against them. I opened my mouth slowly and let her explore me. Once she felt she had her way, her hand drifted down to my bottom, and she started squeezing it forcefully. Her tongue was seeking mine, playing with it cruelly. This was the Fleur I was used to. She would bite on my lip, and suck on it hard without warning.
Then she suddenly stopped, and pulled her lips away from mine; making I moan at the loss of her lips.
Her eyes seemed dark while she looked at me. She lowered her hands on to my neck to inspect me better. I started blushing, turning a bright shade of scarlet, and she smiled knowingly.
"Why are you looking at me like that...?"– I asked while I tried to focus my eyes on another object in the room.
Fleur grabbed my chin, and forced me to look at her, and I did not have a choice but to do so.
"Why did you ask me to come 'ere?" – She inquired playfully, while her other hand started playing with one of my curls.
I did not really know how to tell her. I thought she knew how I felt, what she made me feel. I thought she knew what I wanted. So, I hesitated before answering her, and she responded by trailing soft kisses over my jaw bone.
"I just wanted to be with you, Fleur."
She started sucking softly on my jaw, and maneuvering my face in her hands. Her kisses started going down south towards my neck. I don't know why but she insisted on biting my neck as if she was trying to mark me. Let me know that I was hers, and to not dare to forget.
While she ravished my neck, and her hands lingered over my body; I couldn't leave Ron out of my thoughts. Ron. Ronald Weasley. Oh, god. What was I doing? Had I gone inside? Here I was pretending to be at work, with a woman standing between my legs having her way with me.
I felt her try to pull the edge of my shirt down, so my shoulder would reveal itself, but I pulled away.
"Stop... "– I whispered hoarsely at her, and I turned my head the other way to not look at her.
"Stop, please, Fleur."
I could feel her eyes burning through the side of my head. She reached to my face and turned me roughly to look at her.
What is it that you want, 'Ermione? – She asked me slightly in a harsh tone that cut through me. Her eyes looked cold when she pulled away from me leaving me on top of the counter alone.
The way she was still looking at me scared me.
"Ma Cherie, why don't we just go back to that game, "- she said as she reached her hand out and touched my nose with her finger playfully and cruelly as she moved her lips towards my earlobe, where she pulled it slightly; biting down, - "we both know you love...?"
She pulled away and murmured something, and the blinds opened up bringing light back into the darkened store. Fleur walked to the door and turned the key, but before she pushed the door opened she turned around and looked at me.
"You're not stupid, ma belle. Go back home." – She ordered while her smiled slipped out. –" Ronald is probably waiting for you."
And with that she left.
I was left in shock. She had tempted me, and had tortured me for the last half an hour or more. And now she had told me to go back home? I did not want to. I had thought that if I gave myself to her now she would stop playing with me, but that was not what she had in mind. She wanted to keep playing.
This war her game.
She wanted to keep hurting me for a while longer.
Because I had hurt her all those years ago.
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