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Fleur wouldn’t go so far as to say she’s friends with Hermione. She wouldn’t say they were unfriendly either they were just… housemates. Or more specifically dorm mates. They’d been randomly put together in their small dorm apartment in the north tower and neither had really spoken much to the other since their first day where they ascertained that yes they would both take care of their share of the cleaning.
Fleur would estimate, in the beginning, they spent maybe an average of two minutes in each other’s company each day. Which suited them well. Now it was closer to technically a few hours, having both realised the other was generally quiet, they would study at home in the evening. Whoever was home earlier taking the dining table and the other going to the desk in their room.
Both were fine with the other stealing ingredient's so long as it was never the last of something and was at some point replaced. They generally cooked around the same time the other was home so all it took was an “I owe you an onion” to notify the other of the use.
They exchanged pleasantries and had shared the basics of course. Fleur knew Hermione was an only child of muggle parents, she was studying magical law, and she had a few close friends. Fleur knew Hermione was familiar with her basics as well, that she was completing Advanced Magical studies in Cursebreaking with a specialisation on ‘creature’ based curses. That she had a mother, father, and younger sister back in France but had chosen Hogwarts University for the practical cursebreaking opportunities through their close connection with Gringotts.
Overall she found Hermione a very agreeable person to live with. There was just one thing that was an issue…
The boyfriend.
Ronald Weasley was a childhood friend of Hermione’s, her boyfriend of one year and approximately two months at this point, and as far as Fleur was concerned, an idiot.
Fleur had met him the first week on Saturday morning, having missed him on the Friday night due to a chance meeting with a friend leading to her returning late having spent the evening, and much of the early morning, dancing at a club with her. The next morning as Fleur walked out of her room, a little hungover and desperate for coffee, she saw Hermione frying bacon in a robe and a gangly red haired boy standing next to her in sweatpants.
They hadn’t spoken that time. Ron had gaped at her like a fish as Fleur started the coffee machine and headed back to her room telling Hermione she’d fetch her cup when it was done. As she returned to her room she heard a sharp slap and a cry of pain from the boy followed by Hermione telling him to stop gaping at her like a fish.
The second time had also been a Saturday morning Fleur being awake and eating her breakfast at the table as he came out of Hermione’s room with a towel around his hips. He’d frozen seeing Fleur at the table and blushed bright red clutching the towel higher. She’d offered him a polite greeting and turned her attention back to the papers. She’d also politely not looked up when he’d made the return trip ten minutes later the towel once more clutched tightly around himself.
No, it wasn’t the few brief encounters with him on Saturday mornings she found so distasteful. It was his… night time performance on Fridays.
Fleur tended to stay in on Friday nights to avoid the crowds of often drunk young men who would be all over campus. These groups typically moving between the Three Broomsticks, where they got their pre drinks in, and the Room of Requirement on the other side of the campus.
On Friday nights Fleur called her family, made herself a proper dinner and watched a movie before curling up in her room to read. Friday nights was also apparently the night Hermione had dates with Ron and then he would come over after and…
Fleur sighed as she heard the apartment door open and Ron’s voice followed by Hermione’s as they made the journey from the door of the apartment and through the living area to Hermione’s room opposite hers. Fleur checked her watch.
She knew what would happen from here. The internal walls of the Hogwarts dorms were specifically made to resist any and all damage and enchantments, a wonderful thing when it came to magical accidents and all manner of cooking mishaps. But it meant that one couldn’t cast a silencing charm with any real success.
Which was how Fleur knew exactly what was about to happen.
It was the same each time.
They would come back from their date sometime between ten and eleven having been out for dinner, or a movie, before meeting their friends at the Three Broomsticks for drinks. After which they came back to the dorm and within five minutes Fleur would be putting on her headphones for the two to seven minutes it took before Ron made the same obnoxiously loud groan he always did when he came. Fleur could ditch her headphones then and a short time later Hermione would leave her room in a towel and go take a shower.
In the beginning, when they had returned and she realised what she was hearing Fleur had gone to bed early with the headphones on expecting it to last some time, but the third Friday she’d misplaced her headphones and once it begun she'd been searching for them with increasing desperation while trying to ignore the sounds of her dorm mate and her boyfriend. Two minutes in she’d stepped into the lounge to locate the missing headphones, determined to not be subjected to the red head’s increasing groans any longer, when she heard Ron finish and barely managed to hold in her laughter. She’d finally located her headphones and bent down to retrieve them when Hermione had emerged.
Fleur had turned around to explain what she was doing but Hermione hadn’t noticed her and Fleur had seen her dorm mate’s frustrated expression as she stormed to the bathroom. Fleur had been quietly returning to her room when she glanced over and saw Hermione bend down to retrieve something in a plain black bag under the bathroom sink. Not wanting Hermione to think her spying she'd quickly returned to her room. She put her headphones on her desk as the shower came on.
She’d been unable to resist her curiosity the next morning and had a look at the bag Hermione had under the sink. Feeling a little guilty she’d unzipped the bag and then laughed quietly realising she was looking at a small collection of muggle sex toys. She’d zipped the bag up again and not thought about it until the next week when she’d returned late on Wednesday having had to fight through the hordes of students out celebrating the Hogwarts win over Ilvermony in the quidditch.
She’d gotten back hearing her dorm mate and her boyfriend celebrating. Or they had been until she heard the sound of Ron finish. Fleur made a face as she headed to her room. She had dumped her things on her bed and was about to turn on her lights when Hermione emerged from her room. Fleur had frozen seeing the almost defeated look on the other woman’s face. It was gone a moment later, replaced with some kind of tired resignation as she headed to the bathroom. Fleur stayed in place hearing the small thump as the draw closed and then the running water as the shower started.
Fleur wasn’t sure why it irritated her so much every time she heard that particular sequence of noises. The groan, then quiet, the click of the door opening, Hermione’s sigh as she walked the short distance to the bathroom, the sound of the draw opening and closing, then the water.
Four months into their living together Fleur realised she was actively listening to Hermione give this two minute wonder the performance of a lifetime, based on the excited encouragement from Ron every time, for no reward. When she heard the shower start and looked down to see she’d stabbed a pen into her desk she knew she really should stop.
She went out the next Friday and realised her timing was awful. There was a big quidditch match between some local teams using the Hogwarts pitch so everyone had gone. The campus was full of the usual drunk students plus a few hundred extras.
Fleur tried to stick it out, she really did. She even got herself get a little drunk with a few friends in an effort to make it more palatable but she gave up after the tenth drunk guy tried to get a feel and headed back. Every step of the journey hoping she was about to miss the weekly performance. But as she entered the apartment she knew she wouldn’t.
She could hear them both, she was aware Hermione quietened herself when she knew Fleur was home, Ron was always loud. But Hermione didn’t know she was home so Fleur could hear Hermione moaning and she found herself drifting closer to the door hearing the slap of flesh as Ron fucked Hermione. And for the first time she heard Hermione’s words clear enough to actually make them out.
“Yes, please- yes- keep going I-”
Then Ron came and Hermione fell silent.
Fleur made her way to her room as quietly as she could hanging up her coat and putting her watch and purse in their place by her bed. She was about to close her door and strip out of her clothes when she heard the door click and she looked up in time to see Hermione come out and then freeze seeing Fleur looking at her.
Fleur watched the blush cover Hermione’s face. It was obvious Fleur had heard.
Fleur felt that same strange rage inside her as she saw Hermione’s disappointment over her experience and embarrassment at Fleur hearing. Fleur sighed and tossed her pyjamas aside beckoning Hermione over.
Hermione walked towards her, seeming confused at the silent instruction. Fleur looked at Hermione as she stood before her. She could see the desperate frustration and shame in every line of Hermione’s body from the tight muscles in her legs and jaw, to the almost white knuckle grip she had on the towel.
Fleur could smell the aphrodisiac laced lubricant they’d used mixed with Hermione’s arousal. She glanced down and saw the faint sparkle on Hermione’s fingers telling her exactly what the other woman had been doing in an effort to come with her partner. She felt a surge of annoyance that the boy never took the time to ensure her pleasure as well as his own.
Fleur’s eyes shifted back up to meet Hermione’s confused gaze. She was drunk, Hermione probably was too, at least a little bit judging by the smell of firewhiskey on her breath.
“You deserve better,” Fleur whispered.
Hermione’s eyes widened in surprise but then Fleur found herself surging forwards her lips meeting Hermione’s.
There was a confused squeak from Hermione then a soft moan. Fleur waved her wand and the sound of the shower turning on covered the next moan as she shoved Hermione against her door closing it. She heard Hermione’s surprised gasp but her hands were already at work seeking her goal. Pulling away the towel as she went Fleur kissed her way to Hermione’s breasts sucking one nipple into her mouth and nipping it with her teeth as she rolled the other between her fingers pinching and twisting it.
Hermione collapsed against the wall with a needy moan her whole body melting.
“Fuck,” she gasped.
Fleur started kissing lower.
“F-Fleur wha-”
“After the performance you gave tonight you deserve to have someone give you a fucking orgasm,” Fleur growled.
Fleur lifted one of Hermione’s legs over her shoulder and buried her face in the space between Hermione’s legs seeking out the little bundle of nerves at the top. Hermione’s sudden moan did something to Fleur’s insides and she found herself hungrily sucking and licking at her clit.
There was a thump as Hermione’s hand hit the wall the other burying itself in Fleur’s hair. Holding her in place. Fleur found herself smiling and then she slid two fingers into Hermione loving the way Hermione’s hips immediately jerked and her breathing changed to desperate panting. Fleur set a fast pace her tongue and fingers working together to get the younger witch off as fast and as powerfully as she could.
Hermione moaned softly as her whole body went stiff then shuddered as she came. Her hand became painfully tight in Fleur’s hair as her internal muscles clamped down on Fleur’s fingers. Fleur kept going feeling her own excitement grow as she prolonged Hermione’s orgasm.
She slowed as Hermione slumped back against the wall with a soft sigh of relief. Fleur removed her fingers and rose handing Hermione her dropped towel. The mundane act of taking the towel seemed to give Hermione the sudden understanding of what they’d just done.
Her eyes widened in alarm and her whole body jerked as if electrified. Fleur covered her mouth and roughly pinned Hermione against the wall before she could say anything.
“Don’t panic,” she ordered.
Hermione froze looking at her silently almost as if pleading her to do something to erase the last few minutes.
“This wasn’t a bad thing. It was just one girl helping another,” Fleur continued.
Hermione scoffed behind her hand.
“It was,” Fleur insisted. “Don’t make this into something else. I just wanted you to have the orgasm you so clearly needed.”
Hermione angrily tore Fleur’s hand away from her mouth.
“You just fucked me Fleur,” she hissed. “I just cheated on- oh God I just cheated on Ron.”
Hermione looked like she was about to spiral into some kind of panic attack. Fleur decided to intervene.
“If he doesn’t put in the time and effort to give you an orgasm he can’t really complain when someone else finishes the job,” she said adding as much of an uncaring French air as she could manage.
Hermione looked like she wanted to argue but Fleur didn’t want to hear it so she turned away.
“Now go have your shower and get back to bed with that boy of yours. He’ll notice you haven’t come back soon.”
Hermione to her surprise scoffed again.
“No he won’t, he’s asleep.”
Fleur gave her a surprised look as Hermione left and then she heard her get in the shower. Fleur sighed and headed for her bed. She listened to the water running and became aware of the pulse between her legs. She smiled as her licked her lips heading for her bed and lay down a hand between her legs. She came a few seconds before the water shut off. Fleur pretended not to be watching as Hermione crept back to her room. She looked up when she saw Hermione pause at the door.
Hermione was looking at her. Fleur gave her a smile and turned back to her books. The door opened a few seconds later and Hermione disappeared.