Kiss.

Fueled by the heat of the moment, their eyes locked in a silent battle of wills, Hermione’s hand trembling as it pointed her wand at Fleur’s face. The tension was palpable, thick as the steam that clung to the damp bathroom tiles. Then, in a split second, something changed.

Without warning, Fleur’s hand shot up and grabbed the wand, the **** of her grip surprisingly firm. But instead of the anticipated struggle, she leaned in, her lips pressing against Hermione’s in a fiery kiss. It was as if the air itself had crackled with an electric charge, sending shockwaves through their bodies. Hermione’s eyes widened in surprise, but she didn’t pull away. The warmth of Fleur’s breath mingled with her own, and she felt a strange and sudden urge to deepen the kiss.

Their lips parted, and for a moment, they remained frozen, their breaths mingling, their chests rising and falling in unison. The sound of their hearts hammering in their chests was the only noise that filled the small space. Hermione’s eyes searched Fleur’s, looking for an explanation, but all she found was a reflection of her own confusion and surprise.

Fleur took a step back, releasing her grip on the wand and Hermione’s arm. The cool air of the room rushed in to replace the warmth of their bodies. They both stood there, naked and ****, trying to process what had just happened. The French beauty’s cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink, and she bit her bottom lip, her eyes cast downward in a rare moment of self-consciousness.

The silence grew heavier, stretching out between them like a tightrope threatening to snap at any moment. Hermione’s hand went to her mouth, her fingertips tracing the path that Fleur’s lips had just taken. She could still feel the echo of the kiss, the tingling sensation that seemed to have spread throughout her body. Her thoughts raced, trying to piece together what this unexpected turn of events meant. Was it a trick? A mistake? Or something more?

“I-I don’t understand,” Hermione stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. She took a step away from the wall, her legs feeling wobbly beneath her.

"Me either." Fluer said. "I think I'm going to fuck you now."

Hermione's eyes went wide. "What? No!"

Fleur took a step closer, her confidence growing. "Why not? Didn't you enjoy it?"

Hermione's cheeks flushed an even brighter shade of red. "I... I don't know. It just happened."

Fleur stepped closer, the tip of her wand tracing a lazy circle on Hermione's collarbone. "Let it happen again," she murmured, her eyes darkening with desire. "I promise, you'll enjoy it."

Hermione's body reacted before her mind could protest, her skin prickling with anticipation. She could feel the heat of Fleur's breath on her neck, and the softness of the other girl's breasts pressing into her own. She closed her eyes, trying to regain control, but the memory of the kiss was too potent, too tempting.

"We're already wet and naked. Let's see what else happens." Fleur kissed her again.

This time, Hermione didn’t resist. The kiss grew deeper, more urgent, as their bodies seemed to meld together. Fleur’s hand slid down from Hermione’s wand arm to her waist, then further, cupping her bottom. Hermione gasped into the kiss, feeling a thrill she had never experienced before, not even with Ron. Her own hand found its way to Fleur’s hair, tangling in the soft, wet strands as she pulled the other girl closer.