just the truth

“…Excuse me? I have to room with…whom?” asked Hermione in the calmest voice she could muster.

“Fleur Delacour.” repeated Harry slowly and uncertainly, almost as if wondering what hexes were being planned behind those docile brown eyes.

“Harry. I’d like you to repeat that once more, and if you don’t answer properly, I will bludgeon you with that silver candlestick. Okay?” said Hermione with what should have been a charming smile.

“Ah…” said Harry nodding. “Sounds fair. That’s why Ron is here to tell you the whole situation!” said Harry pushing Ron in front of him.

Ron’s eyes widened- before he promptly fainted.

“Oh bloody- This isn’t getting us anywhere,” said Snape standing to his full intimidating height. It was as if his overpowering aura had calmed the room, and for once, Harry was willing to let it. “Granger, you will be rooming with Delacour. The other rooms are taken by males, and the ones that are taken by females are taken by females with room-mates or seniority over you. Those females need, and will not accept anything other than complete privacy. So you’re going to have to deal with it.” he said smoothly but coolly.

Now, Harry had been at death’s mercy several times and faced it with a brave face, but even he had to admit he’d be leveled by the look the little female auror was giving Snape- or the near poisonous look Snape was returning the glare with.

After a stare down that seemed to last forever Hermione threw her hands up in the air and screamed in frustration before leaving the room and slamming the door.

Snape sighed before slumping down into his chair. “Well, that went…Well.”

XxXxX

Fleur let out a sigh as she droned out whatever Minerva Mcgonagall was saying. She was sure she’d heard it all before. All the explanations, the rules, the condolences.

“And this, this will be your room for the duration of your stay,”

Fleur’s ears perked up at this. Privacy would be nice. “Well I’d best get to bed!” interrupted Fleur.

“Um- Yes, but you should know-” began Mcgonagall.

“Well it’s been a long day, good night.” said Fleur opening the door before rushing in and shutting it, locking the lock with a firm click.

She slid down the door with a sigh, her blue eyes focusing on a warm bed on the left side of the room. She headed to it with a serene smile, placing her bag beside it- Until she heard a creak from the other side of the room. Slowly she turned around to see-not only another bed- but another occupant.

Her mouth dropped in shock, they couldn’t possibly expect her to accept a room-mate! She was Fleur Delacour! She gritted her perfect white teeth as she marched across the room to glare at the creature on the other bed when she was taken aback.

Said creature on the bed was a beautiful female. Long legs, tanned skin, waist-length curly brown hair, tiny delicate hands, a slender waist, a small but ample bust…Pouty lips…

The synopsis of the girl immediately ended when Fleur’s eyes met her face. It was none other than “Hermione Granger!” she growled.

Immediately the girl’s large brown eyes shot open and met with stunning blue.

XxXxX

Hermione awoke to the sharp sound of her name being spoken rather sharply. She sat up with a gasp backing into the wall before her vision cleared leaving her with the image of burning blue eyes and the face of a goddess before her.

“Fleur! Merlin you scared me!” said Hermione putting her hand to her pounding heart.

“And your atrocious haircut scared me, but your being in my room baffled me,” said Fleur coolly.

It was then that Hermione realized that this was no normal witch, this was the only witch with an ego to match that of Draco Malfoy. Her eyes narrowed. “Actually, this is my room, my room which I’m being forced to share with you.” said Hermione coolly.

“…What?”

“My sentiments exactly.”

XxXxX

“You would not believe the nerve of this woman!”

“Mmhmm,”

“I mean her arrogance!”

“Yeah.”

“It’s…You’re not listening to me are you?”

“Why on earth would I do that Granger?” asked Draco irritably. “Your prattle has consisted of three facts cycling repeatedly about a character I have no interest in.”

Hermione gritted her teeth. OOTP or not, Draco could still be an irritable prat. She began pulling out her want slowly when Harry grabbed Draco’s arm. “Honey, I think you should sit over here instead of prodding the landmine,”

“What’s a landmine?” asked Draco with mild interest.

“I’ll explain later,” said Harry, leading Draco along by the wrist.

Hermione sighed and shoved her wand back into her robe before grabbing a blueberry muffin and sitting at an empty table in the new dining hall. The old one had been fine- for a small OOTP, but ever since the organization had grown, they’d needed to explore the halls of Grimauld for better accommodations.

Surprisingly- Or rather, not so much, Beneath the house was a veritable catacomb of unexplored rooms, many of which contained questionable content. This one however had been large and empty, most likely meant for gatherings of a questionable sort.

But toss in a few tables and paint over the pentagram and what once served as a sacrificial altar room changed rather nicely into a cafeteria.

She sat in a corner table by herself, not wanting to sit with her friends, simply for the fact that it wasn’t their fault that the woman she had to room with was insufferable. She didn’t want to explode on them. She’d save that for when Snape wanted to know what ruckus was keeping him up at night…That banging wasn’t Fluffy’s tail on the wall!

She almost allowed her insane giggle to escape when someone slid into the seat across from her. It only took two seconds for her eyes to slide from the healthy salad with vinaigrette to the pale slender manicured fingers before she groaned. “Fleur. Do you live to torture me?”

“On the contrary. You just happened to be sitting at the only table where it didn’t appear slack-jawed morons would proposition me,” replied Fleur coolly.

Hermione looked around to see that indeed, several males were staring at the blonde beauty avidly and she rolled her eyes. “Fine, whatever, just don’t bother me,” she muttered.

Fleur rolled her eyes and went to eating, there they sat in near-amicable silence until they were both finished and went their separate ways.

XxXxX

It went on that way for about two weeks, they resided in cool silence. Surprisingly enough, Fleur wasn’t the talk of the house. In fact, beyond the time when everyone had first seen her at breakfast the morning before, no one had really spoken to or about her. There was almost a stiff silence about the house.

That’s why, on the first day of the third week, Hermione finally pulled Harry aside. “Okay, what’s going on?” she murmured.

“Uh? What?” asked Harry in confusion.

“Fleur! What’s up with Fleur? No one’s so much as made an awkward line at her! And I know several of them want to!”

“Oh! Oh.” said Harry, green eyes wide. “No one told you!”

“Told me what?” asked Hermione irritably.

Harry bit his lip before looking about and turning back to Hermione. “…The reason Fleur’s here…Her sister, her baby sister, became a death-eater. She… She killed their entire family. Except Fleur. Fleur wasn’t home…In fact, she was the one that found the bodies,” murmured Harry.

“…Oh Merlin.” murmured Hermione. “I didn’t know! I’ve been such an insensitive prat!”

“No!” soothed Harry. “She doesn’t seem to take well to pity, you’re probably just what the doctor ordered!”

“But-” began Hermione.

“It’s okay Hermione.” soothed Harry once again. “You just be yourself around her, I’m sure you’ll do her a world of good.”

“…Okay Harry, thank you, for telling me,” she murmured.

XxXxX

That evening when they’d settled for bed, Hermione read one of her usual books, Advanced Charms for the Advancing Advanced Wizard or Witch. Fleur as per-usual, laid on her back staring at the ceiling quietly. Hermione had always figured it was because she was tired, but now that she was actually paying attention she could see her room-mate’s eyes were cold and harsh, as if she was trying not to think about something and had decided instead to be angry.

That perfect pale brow was tense, the pearly pink lips quivering on occasion as she dragged the lower one between her teeth, nibbling in a motion that Hermione became oddly fascinated with.

“Stop it.” said Fleur harshly.

“Huh? Stop what?” asked Hermione putting her book down.

“Gawking at me. I’m not an animal in a bloody muggle zoo. If anyone resembles that, it would be you,”

Hermione didn’t snap back, but instead laid down picking up her book intent on not staring, despite the temptation. She felt those cool eyes glaring at her though. “Stop it.” hissed Fleur.

“What now?” asked Hermione in exasperation. “I stopped staring!”

“Acting- Strange!” said Fleur sitting up and glaring at her.

Hermione knitted her brows and shook her head. “I don’t understand you.” she said picking up her book again- Only to have it knocked out of her hands.

“You wouldn’t,” said Fleur, who was standing in front of her.

Though Hermione was irritated she was intent on keeping her patience. “…You’re right. I wouldn’t,” she agreed, leaning down to pick up her book.

She could only let out a pained yelp as she was shoved back, her head hitting the wall as she was pinned to the bed. “Stop acting like that!” shouted Fleur.

“How the hell do you expect me to act?” snapped Hermione having finally reached her limit.

“Act honest!” snapped Fleur squeezing Hermione’s wrists painfully. It was at this moment that Hermione realized she was pinned under a girl with part Veela. That blood had to go somewhere, in Fleur’s case, beauty, strength, and aggression. “Act disgusted!”

Hermione’s large brown eyes opened wide to see Fleur’s blue eyes were narrowed- in an attempt to stop her tears. “What?” asked Hermione quietly.

“You heard me!” hissed Fleur. “I know what you’re thinking! That I just let my family be killed and didn’t do anything about it!”

“No…” murmured Hermione. “That- That’s not what I think at all!”

“Liar!” hissed Fleur. “Why? Can’t I have even one true thing in my life?” she asked bitterly.

Before Hermione could process anything that had passed, Fleur was gone and she was alone in the room.

XxXxX

“And then! She just leaves! Like that!” said Hermione tossing her hands in the air.

“I can’t- erm- understand- ah- Why,” murmured Harry in concern.

“…Draco, can you stop massaging Harry’s shoulders for one moment?” hissed Hermione with narrowed eyes.

Draco didn’t so much as shift in his chair. In his mind he had no reason, he’d already had his lover on the floor between his knees moaning- at his skilled masseuse skills- before his brainy little friend came in, thus, he had rights to the Potter. “Probably not,” replied Draco moving his hands up to Harry’s sensitive neck.

“I- ah- don’t- know what to tell you,” said Harry quickly.

Hermione sunk into a chair sighing. “I don’t know what to do! She looked so…Hurt.”

Finally Draco sighed. “I might know something,”

“…Might? What do you know Ferret?”

“I know I can turn you into something far worse than a ferret Granger,” said Draco dryly, “And!” he added, “There were some rumors concerning Fleur. You see, her sister killed her family while she was gone, on an errand her sister sent her on. For a while, it was suspected Fleur was actually involved, until it was concluded by our sources,”

“…What?” asked Hermione quietly.

“Her sister was attempting to frame her. It was a set up. The last thing she heard from a family member was a lie. Her sister Gabrielle told her that she was being pursued by death eaters, and that for her to stay would endanger her family.”

XxXxX

Later on that night when Hermione entered her room, Fleur was sleeping quietly facing the wall. She walked over slowly and looked at Fleur’s face without worry of being caught.

Even if Fleur didn’t have Veela blood, she would still be stunningly gorgeous. High cheekbones, pale skin, pearly pink lips, dark long lashes and well defined brows framed by a halo of pale gold…She had to shake her head to stop staring.

Fleur’s body was also something to linger on, though she wasn’t as curvy as Hermione, she had an ample chest and a willowy figure with beautifully long slender limbs.

Limbs that had been strong enough to pin Hermione with ease earlier that evening…

Hermione turned her face blushing before she began heading to bed, it wouldn’t do to be caught staring again.

It was then that she heard a murmur… No… a whimper.

“No…don’t…”

She turned to see Fleur’s brow knitted with distress. “Fleur?” she murmured.

“Stop it!” hissed Fleur, tossing, turning and shaking her head.

XxXxX

“You can’t do this!” hissed Fleur as her sister slaughtered yet another one of their family members, their blood soaking the ground. They all hung from invisible threads, like a forest of beautiful mannequins…Several of which were broken on the ground. She pulled at her bound wrists but the invisible bindings held her.

“Why not sister darling?” purred Gabrielle running her wand gently under their mother’s chin, “You let me do it the first time!” she said smiling in a demented manner as she struck their mother down.

“STOP!” screamed Fleur pulling against her bindings. “Stop… or take me too!” she murmured slouching down, defeated.

Gabrielle was before her sister in moments, caressing her cheeks with both hands. “Is that what you want sister?” she asked gently.

“Yes…Oh Merlin yes…”

“What makes you think, that you’re worthy, after you let them die!” hissed Gabrielle turning and striking down their father.

“Stop it!” said Fleur lunging forward.

The bonds snapped and soon she was shaking her sister by the shoulders. “Stop it! Stop it now! Why! Why did you do this? Why did you let me live? Why did you lie to me?” she screamed, still shaking her sister violently.

“You’re-hurting me!”

XxXxX

“You’re hurting me!” said Hermione, eyes teary with pain. She’d tried to calm Fleur, but the moment she relinquished her caress on the girl’s face, she’d been grabbed with a vise like grip and shaken violently.

“Why did you lie to me?” It was after what seemed like eternity of this treatment that pale blue eyes shot open, feral electric blue slits that rounded out after a while.

Fleur released Hermione as if she’d been burned. Hermione in turn shrunk back in the corner of the mattress which was also the corner of the room.

She held her arms where she’d been gripped, her eyes wide with fear, and Fleur could do nothing but stare open-mouthed.

“I didn’t lie,” whimpered Hermione. “I wouldn’t lie,”

Fleur’s head lowered and her lower lip quavered. It was true. She could see it in those deep wise brown eyes. She launched herself at Hermione pulling the girl into her arms. “Say it again.” she said shaking. “Please.” she said, her voice cracking. “Say it again. Give me truth. Just one truth.” she murmured.

Hermione looked up into Fleur’s eyes, still slightly frightened, but her concern overpowered that.

“I’ll never lie to you Fleur.” murmured Hermione putting her hands on Fleur’s upper arms shakily. “Never.”

Fleur pulled Hermione to her chest before their lips made contact in a passionate kiss.

At first Hermione recoiled, but that just caused Fleur to lean forward, once again pinning her on the bed, continuing her thorough kiss, as if she was searching for the truth.

Hermione pushed at her at first in vain, startled by the speed of her actions, before Fleur gently ran her hand down the side of her belly leaving goosebumps. Gently. As if she were dealing with something precious.

Intoxicated by the mix of passion and tenderness Hermione opened herself more to the kiss, experimentally, shyly.

Fleur ran her hand through Hermione’s dark locks. Hermione’s wasn’t feinted innocence like her own, it was the real thing, the truth. As Hermione became entangled in the kiss, Fleur’s hand traveled under her robes, gently and slowly, giving her time to react if she wished, but she didn’t. Soon enough, their robes were gone, leaving Fleur in the nude and Hermione in a gray pleated skirt, a white button up shirt, knee-high black socks, and brown hush puppies.

Many people had looked at Fleur’s body in awe before, but none like this. Somehow she knew she couldn’t resent that admiring gaze, because it brought her hope. Hope that one day she would feel as beautiful as Hermione seemed to think she was.

Once they’d taken off their robes they sat on the bed and looked at each other for a while, Hermione’s face reddening slightly in a flattering blush that spread across her cheeks, making her look the way Fleur planned to.

“Do you trust me?” she asked gently.

“…Yes.” said Hermione, “Yes I do.”

With that Fleur took her by the shoulders, gently this time, and lowered her to the bed. She nuzzled her neck, inhaling her scent, putting nips, bites, licks along the slender column as Hermione squirmed beneath her letting out sweet mewling sounds.

She had never been with another woman so naturally she was fascinated by Hermione’s chest which was fuller than her own. She ran her hands down Hermione’s shoulders to her chest giving a light squeeze which in response made Hermione bite her lip, a privilege Fleur wanted for her own.

She leaned down capturing the other girl’s mouth in a kiss before running her hands lower, gripping her hips and then her rear. She knew her objective, but she was certain Hermione didn’t.

Her fingers slipped to the inside of Hermione’s thighs sliding upwards until she brushed against her cotton covered virginity, pleased to find the other girl already moist and sensitive.

Hermione let out a mewl that made Fleur’s body react. She let out a breath as she used one hand to hold Hermione’s wrists above her head and slipped the other between the fabric and her skin. Hermione squirmed. It was beautiful.

Fleur had never felt so in control of a situation. The doll beneath her was fragile. She could be broken easily. Almost as easily as she could be pleasured.

But the moment she’d kissed Hermione, her Veela instinct told her she’d want to hold on to her, never allowing anyone to break her, including herself. She slid her fingers inside Hermione, marveling as her lips quavered and her body arched.

“Fl-Fleur!” moaned Hermione.

“Hermione,” said Fleur twisting her fingers. “Will you be mine?” she mused, half to herself.

“Yes! God yes!” said Hermione squirming in an attempt to free herself from Fleur’s hold so she could press their lips together and she could increase the heat curling inside of her. “Pl-Please Fleur!” she pleaded. Fleur smiled almost impishly as she began moving her fingers in a way that made Hermione pant and moan uncontrollably, her whole body tensing as she reached climax which sent her into a shaking and unstable mass of nerves.

Fleur smiled, hugging Hermione to her possessively. “You know you agreed to be mine don’t you sweetling?” she asked, not knowing if the other girl was coherent yet. “That’s binding for Veela,” but not for humans she mused.

“I know,” said Hermione running her hand down the girl’s face. “And I’ll be yours as long as you’ll have me. I’ll never lie to you.”

Fleur’s heart filled with a feeling she thought she’d never feel again. Unwittingly, Hermione had given her so much. Love. Someone to protect. And most importantly, something true. Just one truth, that she’d cling to as long as she lived.

“I know…” she murmured. She ran her hand through Hermione’s hair, never wanting the moment to end.