Fleur takes Hermione.

Their tongues danced together, exploring, tasting, as if they were trying to communicate in a language that didn’t require words. Fleur’s hand traveled upwards, cupping one of Hermione’s breasts, teasing the erect nipple with her thumb. Hermione’s hand mirrored the movement, her eyes fluttering closed as she lost herself in the sensation of Fleur’s skin against hers.

Fleur’s wand fell to the floor with a clatter, forgotten in the intensity of the moment. She pushed Hermione back against the wall, their bodies sliding together in a delicious dance of want. Hermione’s hands slid down to Fleur’s hips, pulling her closer, feeling the slickness between her own legs and the heat of Fleur’s desire pressing against her.

Fleur’s mouth moved from hers, leaving a trail of kisses along her neck and collarbone. Hermione’s head fell back, exposing her throat to the gentle nips and licks that sent waves of pleasure crashing through her. Her knees threatened to give out as Fleur’s hand slid down her stomach, her fingertips grazing the sensitive folds of her sex. Hermione’s breath hitched, her eyes flying open in shock at the sudden intrusion, but the sensation was too intense to resist.

With a boldness that surprised even herself, Hermione reached down and took hold of Fleur’s hand, guiding it to her clit, showing her exactly what she needed. Fleur’s eyes met hers, a question in them, but the urgency in Hermione’s gaze was clear. She began to stroke her, the pressure and rhythm building, matching the beat of Hermione’s racing heart. Hermione’s hips began to rock against Fleur’s hand, seeking more, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

Fleur’s own arousal grew with every sound Hermione made, her body responding to the other girl’s need. She kissed her way down Hermione’s body, her eyes never leaving hers, as if seeking permission with every inch she claimed. When she reached her destination, she knelt before her, her mouth watering at the sight of Hermione’s wetness glistening in the soft light.

Without another word, she leaned in and took a tentative lick, savoring the taste. Hermione’s legs trembled, and she threw her head back, her eyes squeezed shut, as Fleur’s tongue began to explore her in earnest. The French girl’s mouth was hot and eager, her tongue delving deep and curling just so, sending Hermione spiraling towards a climax she hadn’t anticipated.

Their moans echoed off the bathroom walls, the sound of their passion mingling with the steady drip of the shower. Hermione’s hands were in Fleur’s hair now, holding her in place as the waves of pleasure grew stronger, threatening to consume her. Fleur’s other hand reached up to fondle Hermione’s breasts, her own need growing as she felt the other girl’s body tighten around her fingers.

Their breaths grew ragged, their movements more frantic, as they both approached the edge. Hermione’s hips bucked, her body begging for release, and with a final, frenzied flick of her tongue, Fleur granted it. Hermione’s climax hit her like a tidal wave, crashing over her and leaving her trembling, her legs barely able to hold her upright.