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Fleurmione Week 2022
Prompt for Day 3: "Wait, did you not say 'You should (insert word/phrase here) her'?"
"No, I said 'You should (insert word/phrase here) her.'"
"Merde."
“Hi, Ginny. Oof!” Hermione fell back a few steps as the gregarious red head slammed into her with a tackle hug. “Missed me, did you?”
Ginny gave an extra squeeze and let her go. “Yes, I did. Someone had to get you out of your lab! You spend way too much time alone there.”
“You didn’t have to send me a howler.” Hermione scoffed as she looped her arm around Ginny’s as they walked into the house.
“Clearly, I did. It got you here, didn’t it?” Ginny leaned her head against Hermione’s shoulder. “I was gone with the team for three weeks and haven’t seen you since I got back. I’m not like your other besties that still only have the emotional range of a teaspoon.” Ginny led Hermione by her hand into the living room, where everyone was waiting to greet her.
Hermione grinned and gave them all a hug, admitting that she had missed them all dearly. Not that she’d thank Ginny for the Howler, but grateful that her friends knew when to drag her out of her research mode. She settled in to catch up on everyone’s lives.
Harry sat down and settled back into Neville’s arms. “So, what made you so busy in your lab that Ginny had to drag you here by Howler?”
Hermione lit up at being able to talk about her work. “I was researching rare ingredients for the new book I’m working on about Ancient Spells and Potions.”
Ron dramatically pretended to be shocked. “Oh, and what would have the great Hermione Granger stumped?”
“I need to get my hands on some Veela Honey. So tonight could be helpful if Fleur’s around.” Hermione looked around to see if she could see the beautiful Veela.
“I’m sorry, you need what?” Ginny subtly flagged George to come over as she paid attention to Hermione.
“Veela honey.”
“Veela honey. For what, exactly?” Ginny blinked, trying to look as innocent as she could muster.
Hermione pulled out her phone and started navigating for her research on the cloud. Ginny quickly gave everyone a look to zip it, and the snickers quieted down. George had pulled up beside Ginny, she just nodded her head towards Hermione.
Hermione’s face lit up as she pulled up the ancient spell.
“Capillus incrementum. It’s an ancient vanity spell to help regrow hair. The only ingredient I couldn’t seem to figure out is ‘Veela Honey’. I might have translated it wrong.” Hermione shook her head and closed her phone.
“Veela honey, you say?” George suddenly looked devilishly charismatic. “Interesting. I seem to recall the wording, but not what it is exactly. Well, yes, then I’m sure Fleur could definitely help you.” George delivered this with a most charming, untoward demeanour. Really, one of his best performances to date.
Ron scoffed.
“I doubt Fleur would offer her”—
“Ron, I’m sure Fleur would love to help Hermione with her research! She is a Veela , after all.” Ginny cut Ron off before he could say anything else.
“Oh! Why don’t we ask Bill? Maybe he knows, he used to be married to Fleur.” George waved at his brother. “Bill, come here. Hermione needs your help!”
“What, George? We have a game going!” Bill rolled his eyes, coming over and taking a sip of his beer.
“Hermione is needing help to find an ingredient for her research. Veela honey .” George smiled innocently at his brother as Bill spat out his beer. “I told her you might know.”
“Veela honey ? What do you need that for?” Bill’s eyes widened as he tried to catch up.
Hermione was feeling like she was missing something. “Capillus Incrementum, an ancient hair regrowth spell. Is there something I’m missing? You all are acting weird.”
Ginny hid her smile and spoke up.
“No, no, we’re just teasing Bill here since he used to be married to one. Right Bill?”
Bill glared at his sister.
“Yes, I was,” he growled.
Percy came over with his usual pompous swagger.
“What’s going on?”
George’s eyes widened at his other brother’s appearance. “Percy, trust me, you want to move on.”
“I do have an extensive knowledge of many things, George.”
“Percy, this involves something you probably don’t have knowledge of. That’s why we asked Bill.” Ginny said, trying to drop the hint.
“Yes, Percy. Bill is the expert here, as it involves Veela honey .” George’s voice was thick with meaning.
“Oh, yes,” Percy cleared his throat awkwardly. “Yes Bill- Bill would be the expert. I’m going to leave now. Good night.”
Percy all but ran from the group.
Bill turned back to Hermione.
“Hermione, apologies. It seems to ring a bell, but it’s been a few years. Fleur is here though. Why don’t you just ask her?” He scowled at his siblings and headed back towards the poker table set up in the backyard.
George clapped his hands. “Well, you heard the man Hermione. Just go ask Fleur. She’d love to discuss it with you and assist in any way she can.”
Hermione looked at Harry, who looked just as confused as her.
“Is this a magical world versus muggle world thing that I don’t know about?”
She looked at Luna, who was studiously avoiding looking at her as she kept her arm around Ginny's waist. Neville suddenly seemed to find Harry’s left ear fascinating. She knew they weren’t telling her something, but she needed answers.
“So help me, Ginny, George, if it blows up in my face. I will come for you.” Hermione stood up, set down her glass, and looked over at Fleur across the room. She was grabbing another drink.
“Oh, no, it definitely won’t blow up in your face, Hermione. She’ll be happy to give you a sample, I’m sure.” Ginny quickly kicked Ron, who looked like he had been about to say something but was now too busy rubbing his injured shins.
“Fine, but only because I’m desperate.” Hermione took a deep breath and walked towards Fleur.
Ginny and George suddenly looked like they were going to explode, before quickly covering their faces as Hermione looked back and gave them a look before marching across the room towards Fleur.
#
“Fleur! Hello.” Hermione smiled and grabbed herself a drink from the table beside Fleur.
“Hermione, hello, how have you been?” Fleur asked with a genuine smile.
“I’m well, thank you. I’m working on my new book Ancient Spells and Potions, and I've come across something that I believe”—Hermione waved her hand dismissively at the gaggle of not so innocent friends—“and everyone else I've spoken to seems to think you can help me with.”
“Oh!” Fleur looked surprised but nodded. “Certainly. If I can help, what are you looking for?” Fleur took a sip of her drink as she gave Hermione her full attention.
“Veela honey.”
Fleur, to her credit, swallowed the liquid in her mouth before it was forced out of her nose.
“Veela… honey. Are you sure that’s what it said?”
“Yes, I can’t seem to find any information on it. It is possible that I interpreted it wrong.” Hermione’s face was crestfallen. She had been working on this one ingredient for a couple of days. Hermione fidgeted. “And well, like I said, it is possible I translated it incorrectly. My Old Norse is a bit rusty…”
“You don’t know what it is?”
“No,” Hermione said eagerly. “I’ve been looking into it, of course, but the information is all…”
Fleur seemed somewhat confused. “You’re not pulling my leg?” Fleur looked at Hermione, gauging her response.
“No! Honestly, Fleur, I’m trying to source that ingredient to find out how to cultivate it, to include it in my book.”
Hermione looked at Fleur, concerned she may have insulted the Veela.
“Do you know of the spell? Capillus Incrementum?”
“Oui, yes, of course. All Veela do. It’s why our hair is so beautiful.” Fleur smiled and winked at Hermione.
“Well then, a reputable source would be best.”
“Hermione”—
“Don’t want it from just anyone…”
“Hermione, I can’t just”—
“Contaminants, artificial”—
“Artificial?! I’ll have you know”—
“I wonder what it tastes like…” Hermione mused. “There’s been several mentions of its taste, but no real specifics.”
Fleur just blinked at Hermione.
“You really don’t know?” Fleur asked.
Hermione frowned at her.
“No, Fleur, I’m being as forthright as I can and I'm honestly getting a little tired of being left out of the loop for whatever joke it is I seem to miss.”
Fleur gave her a look, fighting a smile.
“Bon. The writer was being delicate. It is Veela... oh, what is the word... uh... cum?”
“It's what?” Hermione blinked as it set in. “I… how did I not…”
Fleur smiled, utterly amused. “It’s not every day that I get asked about my kind’s sexual secretions in an academic context.”
“Oh, Fleur… I am so sorry. I should have been more discrete in my inquiries and investigated more texts before…” Hermione waved her hand outwardly at the party. “I knew something was up, but also, inherently knew you’d be the best to get the answer from.” She buried her face in her hands.
Fleur patted Hermione’s back.
“It’s okay, mon amie. I’m used to the Weasley antics. It’s the price we pay for being in their circle. But they make good friends.” Fleur smiled, completely charmed by the vulnerable genius.
Hermione sighed and glared over at her friends, who were all looking highly entertained. She silently promised to hex them all randomly for the next month as payback.
“You’re right. Still, it’s embarrassing.” Hermione said, turning back to Fleur.
“Hermione, they grew up in the magical world. The… I believe the word is scuttlebutt, about its true origins got around before you even got to Hogwarts. So how would you know? It’s not something that comes up in a regular conversation.”
Fleur genuinely smiled and pulled her in against her in a one-armed hug.
Hermione turned and smiled at the blonde; grateful she was taking it so well.
“You’re right, and I'll get them back for it over the next month with a hex or two.” Hermione smiled as Fleur laughed. “Since the embarrassing part is over, do you mind if I ask a few questions? I’m afraid I don’t know any other Veela that I would be comfortable inquiring with, now that I know what it is.”
“Like ma maman? She would be delighted to answer your questions. Of all my friends in England, she’s always liked you the best.” Fleur chuckled. “One moment.” She took out her phone and sent a text. Within seconds, there was a response. She merely nodded and smiled. “Sorry, I had to check in with Gabrielle. I am imagining ma maman answering the questions for you, it might scandalise you. So yes, by all means, ask away.”
Hermione smiled and took a breath. “Of course! Do you just use a vial… or a jar? Is there a specific time of month that works best? Does it matter if it’s vaginal or clitoral orgasm? If not, is one more potent than the other? How long does it keep for?”
Fleur laughed and held up a hand.
“One at a time, mon amie. First, it is not I that cultivates it, but my lover.”
“So, you can’t cultivate it yourself.”
“It cannot be a… self-love moment. Must come from the act of being with a lover.”
“Does it matter what gender or body part?”
“No. However, if you’re looking for something with as little contamination as possible, then fingers are best. It is very difficult with a phallus.”
“Oh. How long does it keep for?”
“Five days. If it is not in a potion by then, you would need to cultivate more.”
“So is it from vaginal or clitoral—“
“Either works, but if you can do both simultaneously, that is the most potent.” Fleur winked. She leaned in closer when Hermione blushed slightly. “Which, in my experience, happens more often with a female lover.” Fleur winked again with a chuckle as the pink turned to red on Hermione’s cheeks.
“Uh…! Time of month?” Hermione stammered, trying to clear her mind from an onslaught of distracting images and thoughts.
“That does not matter.” Fleur felt a pull tightening between them. She laid a hand on Hermione’s leg, continuing her dazzling smile as she answered.
“Best way to store it?” Hermione inquired, valiantly trying to ignore the sudden flight of butterflies in her stomach, and the delicious warmth spreading through her.
“Out of direct sunlight but someplace warm. The warmth will keep the potency through the five days.”
“Is there a limit as to how often it can be cultivated?”
“Non. As long as the Veela orgasms.” Fleur walked her fingers up and down Hermione’s leg.
Hermione felt her entire leg start to feel heavy with a sparking heat every time a finger touched her leg. She could feel the questions drifting away from her usually retentive mind. She took a shaky breath.
“Okay… Does- does it have a specific flavour?”
“Honey, it tastes like honey. Some texts refer to it as the Essence of Veela .”
“Oh! I did see that actually, not sure what I thought that meant. Is there an age that it starts? I imagine that could be problematic.” Hermione’s eyes flitted between her notes and Fleur’s travelling hand. Her breath got shallower the higher it went.
“Twenty, they must be past their teenage years.”
“Oh, that’s good. Good.” Fleur’s fingers walked up along her arm and brushed hair off of her shoulder. “Are there instances of Veela that can’t produce it?”
“Only if the Veela can’t cum.”
Fleur was very close now. Hermione could almost feel her breath on her neck.
“Oh, well, that’s good.” Hermione finished writing all her notes. She took a deep breath, trying not to notice the way Fleur’s perfume was filling her lungs or the way her pendant necklace drew the eye towards—. “I guess I need to go face the teasing.”
“Of course, Hermione. Any time,” she purred. “Perhaps we could go for coffee if you have… follow-up questions? Or for anything, really.”
“I’d like that, actually. Thank you again, Fleur.”
“Would it help for you to have firsthand knowledge?” Fleur bit her lip and tapped her chin with a finger as she watched Hermione.
“Well, of course, it always is. But that is too much to ask.” Hermione waved her hand in the air and started to head back.
Fleur gently grabbed her arm. “Hermione, that implies you’d be interested. What if I am as well?”
Hermione turned back around with half a smile, hope sparkling in her eyes.
“You’re serious?”
“Very. I’ve never met someone as inquisitive as you. Genuinely wanting to know, not just for the possibility of having ‘sex with a Veela’. It’s very charming.” Fleur smiled and moved her hand down Hermione’s arm and grasped her hand.
“I’m not sure that’s the word for it, but thanks.” Hermione smiled. “What do you have in mind?”
Fleur leaned in close, almost nuzzling Hermione’s neck. “Well, my apartment is nearby. We could say, grab a bottle of wine, see if we can get those samples for you, maybe even a taste?”
Hermione felt a shiver race down her spine and end between her legs. “I… That is agreeable. I’ll meet you at the door? I’ll grab my coat and a bottle of wine.”
Fleur practically purred. “Excellent.”
Hermione walked as quickly as she could to the bar and grabbed a bottle of the better wine and headed straight for the Weasleys.
“I hate you all. Best learn how to sleep with one eye open. Hexing season is on, as of now.” Hermione leaned over next to Ginny and grabbed her coat. “You most of all Ginevra. You’re going to long for the days that you just missed me.” Hermione stood back up and walked past them.
Fleur grinned and took a few steps, to meet her in the middle of the room.
“Excellent, ready mon coeur?”
“For scientific research? Always!” Hermione’s face turned from upset to a charmed smile.
Fleur leaned closer and pulled her in for a kiss.
The kiss. The kiss blazed its way through Hermione’s body. She felt her stomach whoop and body flush instantly. Her heart, buried so long under late nights of research and study, almost burst with life from her chest, reborn anew.
Fleur pulled back with a charming smile that grew even bigger when Hermione opened her eyes and smiled, the most honest and happiest smile she had felt in years. Hermione noticed the onlookers from the corner of her eye.
Fleur wrapped her arms around Hermione and pulled her in closely.
“Hold tight, mon ange! Let’s get you as much honey as you need.”
Fleur winked and disapparated them both, leaving behind the stunned crowd of Harry and Neville, Luna, the Weasleys, and their assorted dates.
Gabrielle’s yell carried loudly through the real time video app. "Wait, you slept with her?"
Fleur looked confused. "Didn't you say that 'You should sample it for her'?"
Gabrielle slammed her palm into her forehead. “No, I said you should offer to give a sample to her."
Fleur rolled her eyes. "Merde."
Gabrielle laughed. "It’s like you didn’t even read the text. Well, did you at least enjoy yourself?"
"Oh definitely. Over and over again." Fleur’s smile lit up as her eyes darkened at the memories.
"Parfaite! Did she?" Gabrielle was grinning impishly. She hadn’t seen her sister this happy in a very long time.
"Oui. Many, many times."
"Then where's the problem?"
"Not a problem really, so much as, what if I am just an ingredient source?"
“Have you seen how she looks at you?"
“Well... I am Veela."
Gabrielle rolled her eyes. “Fleur, does she look like a mindless ‘needing to impress you’ enthralled woman?"
Fleur waved at Hermione as she exited her building. "No, she looks intelligent, tasty, and sexy."
Gabrielle chuckled. "Fleur, you see her right now, don’t you? Focus. I meant how she looks at you, not how you see her."
Fleur blushed slightly and looked at Gabrielle in the app. "Oui, right, uhm, no she doesn't react to it like others."
"So, do you want to see her again?"
Fleur sighed happily. "Yes, she’s very intriguing, that mind of hers is… well it does things to me. I’d love to see her more, see where it goes. And if it means having her head between my legs, and mine between hers, then I will give her all the samples she wants."
Gabrielle clapped. "Then go get the girl."
Fleur grinned. "I'm going! Je t'aime, ma sœur." She closed her phone, stuffed it in her back pocket, jogged a few steps to meet Hermione and pulled her in for a kiss.
**Epilogue**
Ten years later. The Annual Summer Solstice Party.
Ginny couldn’t stop staring at Hermione. Finally she couldn’t stand it any longer. “Hermione, are you using an anti-aging potion or spell?”
“Ginny, of course not. Why do you ask?” Hermione sat down with her wine and settled into Fleur’s arms.
“Because you look remarkably young for our age.” Ginny waved her hand around at the group of friends.
“Oh, that!” Hermione smiled like she had been waiting for this question for years. She looked over at Fleur who just winked at her. “That would be the healing properties of the Veela Honey if consumed in vast quantities directly from the source. By my estimates, and they are mine so they are correct, I am ageing about 40% slower than all of you. Almost in line with a Veela’s ageing rate.” Hermione turned, grabbed Fleur’s chin, and kissed her thoroughly. “Je t'aime, mon amoureuse.”
Fleur smiled and winked back. “Je t'aime, mon cœur.”
Hermione turned back to Ginny with a smug smile. “I owe it all to you lot, really. Might not have gone as it did if you hadn’t tried to set me up for the joke. So cheers to you, my lovely bitches!”
Hermione raised her glass towards Ginny and George and finished off the glass.