Pillow Fight
In Search of the Loo
The redhead grunted, a bit of a noncommittal sound at best before rolling onto his stomach and burying his head in the pillow. Fleur growled in frustration but even that didn’t wake the eldest Weasley. “Zis ees ridiculous!” she whined and slammed her fists down on the mattress. Pacing around the room she grabbed her robe and tossed it over her skimpy pink pajamas before disappearing into the hallway.
She was halfway up the stairs that led to the room where they had just been partying when she crashed right into a warm body. “Oof!” she cried nearly pitching backwards, but her hands were quick to grab the banister before she fell completely off balance. Shimmering silver eyes were met with sparkling lavender ones. “Vat are you doing out of bed? Are you trying to anger Molly?”
“I should ask you the same thing.” Tonks said, crossing her arms over her chest, thankful that it wasn’t her who had almost fallen.
“I couldn’t sleep, I sought zat eef I took a walk zat I might be able to tire myself out. Vat about you?”
“I had left something in that room and wanted to go back for it.”
“Oh.”
“Sorry about earlier, about biting you too hard,” Tonks said as she leaned against the wall of the stairway. She hoped that the words BIG LIAR weren’t written all over her face. Closing her eyes she sighed and then yawned.
“Sink nothing of eet.” Fleur smiled. “I paid you back full vell.” The Veela yawned as well, crossing her arms around her chest. “I ‘ave to pee.” She blushed and moved past Tonks on the stairs. “Goodnight,” she waved over her shoulder as she disappeared up the steps and down the corridor to the bathroom that Charlie had hidden in a few hours ago.
Tonks shrugged her shoulders, grateful that Fleur hadn’t pressed the issue about why she had really been coming down the stairs from that area. With a sleepy, genuine yawn, she headed back downstairs to her room and found Remus peacefully slumbering. Slipping out of her panties and robe, she tossed them on the floor and slid into bed with her lover, wrapping an arm around his back.
“Night, Remus.” She kissed his neck and closed her eyes, nodding off to sleep.
“Night, Tonks,” he muttered not realizing that she had ever left the bed.
Fleur had slipped into the bathroom and was silently waiting for the sound of Tonks retreating footsteps to disappear. Just as silence had filled the room, the door swung open and she yelped as Severus pushed his way into the room. He apparently had not been expecting company in the bathroom and growled his surprise, eyes wide; robe lapels hanging open.
“What the bloody hell are you doing here?” he snarled, and drew the sides of his robe tight around the front of him. All of his activities, despite how exhausted he felt, left him with an urgent need for the loo.
“Vat are you doing storming into ze loo and scaring the daylights out of me?” she spat, eyes still wide.
“First of all, this is my loo! I do believe you have one downstairs just outside of your room, and second of all there’s no daylight to be scared out of you, it’s the bloody middle of the night! Now get out of here! I’ve got to take a piss” he growled.
“How rude!” she huffed indignantly and crossed her arms over her chest.
“You’ve got a funny definition for things. I’d call rude randomly showing up in my loo and then not leaving after I’ve stated that I need to take a piss and would like some privacy to do so!”
“Men don’t need privacy to piss,” she said. Fleur pushed the lid to the toilet seat down and sat on top of it, crossing her right leg over her left, a bit of a smug smile teasing on her lips.
Severus groaned. “Woman if you think that—”
“Apologize.”
“What?”
“Apologize, for being so rude.”
“Miss Dela—”
“It’s Fleur.”
“Whatever. Fleur, if you will so kindly get out of the way so that I may relieve my straining bladder, I will forgive your presence and not hex you into a million pieces! And I guarantee you that no matter how amazing your future fiancée may be he will have quite the time trying to put all one million pieces back together again!”
“I need to use ze loo,” she said. “And ladies first, now if you please, I’d like some privacy.”
Severus stared at her as if she were an alien with three heads, or perhaps a hippogriff that had suddenly begun to speak English. “Fine,” he spat and turned back around, pushed out through the door and slammed it behind him.
She hadn’t really had to go to the bathroom and she felt a bit silly sitting there on the loo without needing it. Fleur giggled. “I bloody heard that, now hurry up!” he shouted through the heavy oak of the door.
He stood outside the bathroom, tapping his foot against the floor. Why he hadn’t just trekked down the two flights of stairs to the downstairs bathroom, he wasn’t quite sure, but when he heard the water start running, he wished that he had. “Miss Delacour!” he pounded his fist on the door. A sweet sing-song voice floated through the door along with little tendrils of steam that seemed to rise from beneath the seam of the door where it met the floor.
“I’m in ze shower!”
Pushing hard on the door, not really remembering that it didn’t have a lock, Severus barged in and nearly fell forward into the shower curtain. The bathroom was so steamy it was difficult to tell where exactly the loo was. Seeming to have little choice, Severus turned his back toward the shower and pulled out his member, aiming it low and had himself a long piss.
Washing his hands and member at the sink, he wiped his forearm across the steamed up mirror and growled. “You bloody wretch, you were watching me have a piss!” he spat and tugged the lapels of his robe tightly shut.
“No, I vaited until you ‘ad flushed before I peeked out,” she teased, her silky silver hair wet and clinging to her chest which was mostly hidden behind the shower curtain. “Ze vater ees very very hot,” she closed her eyes and let the droplets roll down her face.
Severus closed his eyes, and stepped toward the door. “Then perhaps you shouldn’t run it so hot, Miss Delacour.”
“My name is—”
“Fleur, yes I know.” He muttered and reached for the doorknob, but her wet hand brushed across his shoulder, dripping water down his robe. The heat of the water trickled down over his skin and he froze. Water beating down against the floor of the shower was the only thing that could be heard over the racing thrum of his heart. The shower curtain pulled back and he could hear her set one foot at a time down onto the ceramic tile of the floor.
He did not turn to face her as she tugged at his robe, but he did not resist her wet hands as she guided the material from his body. It fell to the floor around his ankles and he kept his eyes closed. This was getting to be one hell of a long night. Long manicured nails raked down his bare back and he did his very best not to shiver. “This isn’t right.”
“It doesn’t feel right?” she asked, her voice husky and teasing as she curled her hands around the tops of his shoulders and pulled him back toward her. He turned around to face her and found that she had stepped back into the shower and the thin film of the curtain was the only thing separating his naked body from her dripping wet one. “I can make eet feel right.”
“You’re engaged.”
“And Tonks is practically married,” she muttered and pulled on his shoulder. With a jolt he stepped up over the tub wall to keep himself from falling forward into the shower and crashing against the wall. Searing hot water was spilling down from the showerhead as he found himself being pulled upright in the shower, his back against the wet tiled wall.
“What?” he muttered, blinking back the water as it sprayed into his eyes.
“You know right vell vat, I can tell ven Tonks ees lying…” she smirked and placed her palms on the flat planes of his chest. “I ran into her in ze hallvay before you bombarded me in ze bathroom…” Fleur leaned forward and grabbed the curtain, pulling it across the length of the shower and concealing them from the mirror’s view. “You ver vith her earlier…” she muttered.
“And you should be with Bill,” he said, closing his eyes and trying to concentrate on something other than the steaming hot girl and water that were pressing against his rapidly growing erection. He’d never been aroused so many times in one night without the help of something magical.
“And Tonks should ‘ave been vith Remus, but she vas ‘ere, vasn’t she?” Fleur smirked, rubbing her erect nipples against his torso.
Severus opened his eyes, black glittering orbs glaring into hers. “I’m not one to kiss and tell.” His hands were quick as they shot out and pushed her hard against the shoulders until her back was pressed up against the opposite wall. She gasped, about to protest but his lips crushed against hers for a moment, stealing her breath away. “I do not kiss and tell.”
Hot drops of water pelted down on top of them, blurring his vision as he searched her eyes. She was practically silver all over, from her hair through her eyes to the silvery sheen of her skin, like a rare jewel. His lips sank from hers, down her jaw, and then around her neck until he was suckling on her collarbone.
Fleur dug her nails into the soft flesh of his back and whimpered as she felt him grind his erection into her thigh. “Zis feels right…” she whimpered as she felt his hands roughly pushing her thighs apart. A moan escaped her as he pushed himself into her hot slickness, hoisting her legs up around either side of him as he plowed into her.
“Good,” he growled. Severus groaned pulling himself all the way out of her before thrusting full into her again. The girl was not heavy but the hot water was making it difficult not to lose his grip on her slippery skin as he began to ram in and out of her, moving faster and harder with each thrust. She was tighter than he expected, though the hot water made it difficult to tell; his head spun in circles as he tried to find her mouth and sear her lips with another demanding kiss.
“Uh! Uh! Uh!” she grunted, jerking her body as best she could against him as if trying to force him into her deeper. Steam rose and swirled around them as he felt his erection pulsating inside her. The palm of his hand clamped down around her mouth as she started to scream out, his other hand buried between them, pressing frantically at her sensitive nub.
Severus growled and almost howled as he felt her tiny little nails grating against his jewels, it was almost painful. With a heavy slam forward, his hand flew behind her head to keep her skull from slamming against the wall from his forceful blow. His erection throbbed and he shuddered, feeling himself begin to release inside of her.
Fleur was trembling, trying her hardest not to scream as his thrusting stopped but his finger continued to stroke and stab at her clitoris. She was whimpering as her own body collapsed forward into orgasm, muscles shaking and quaking as her climax overtook her.
Severus was panting heavily when he felt her surge into her climax and the sudden surge and rapid spastic motion of her body set him off balance. The tub seemed to slip up from beneath him as he fell backward, still buried deep within her. Her additional weight only sent him falling down faster, but he caught himself against the back wall and slid down until he was seated in the tub, bringing the Veela girl down on his lap.
She was panting too, breasts rising and falling, and she let her head fall forward and lull against his shoulder. The steam had evaporated and the water was running cold. Kicking his leg up he hit the tap to turn it off. Plumbing at Number 12 Grimmauld Place seemed not to function along the lines of Hogwarts water facilities where the water never ran cold.
He stroked a hand through her hair and then shifted himself so that he could properly withdraw from her before standing and leaving her on the shower floor. Without a word, he climbed out of the bathtub shower unit, grabbed his robe, wrapped it around him, and headed for the door once more.
“Zat’s it? Just a fuck?” she said, still sounding very much out of breath.
“I don’t kiss and tell, Miss Delacour…” he turned around with a smirk and a wink before stepping out of the door and letting it swing shut behind him. Fleur sat there staring at the space he had just occupied before leaning her head back against the wall. She needed a few good moments to catch her breath.
Severus slipped back into his room and fell down onto his bed. He didn’t even bother with a drying charm, not caring that the sheets were soaking straight through. Merlin and Circe were being particularly vicious to him; it wasn’t fair to have so many women in such a short time span. With a heavy exhausted sigh, he muttered something that should have equated to a locking charm and ward across his door, but the only thing it managed to do successfully was dim the lights in his chambers before he nodded off, his over active libido having all but drained him completely.