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I Kissed a Veela. I Liked It.	By : sexdottxt Category: Harry Potter > FemSlash - Female/Female > Hermione/Fleur Views: 559 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-I Kissed a Veela. I Liked It.
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Hermione watched it happen. Ron Weasley her own boyfriend was going goo-goo ga-ga for another girl right in front of her. In this case, a little French tart from Beauxbatons by the name of Fleur Delacour. It wasn’t just her own boyfriend who was obsessed with this girl he just met. All the boys from sweet angels like Harry to little bastards like Malfoy were looking at this total stranger new to Hogwarts who barely spoke English. One dumb girl was captivating them without even trying.

That made the current situation even stranger. The girl had invited Hermione to meet her alone in her dorm room one day. She didn’t know what she wanted, but against her better judgment, she planned on finding out. And she also had a few choice words for turning her man into an idiot.

She hadn’t expected what she found. Fleur was only wearing her underwear, a bra that barely covered her immense chest and a tiny little thong that left nothing to the imagination. Her long hair was pulled up into a ponytail with the shimmering side bangs covering her face making her look intriguing and alluring.

Folding her arms, Hermione shot daggers at her with her eyes not saying a word, wondering if this was some kind of sick joke. She was looking for the proper words to address her. Fleur just looked back at her with an angelic smile on her face. Hermione was about to snap.

But Fleur just turned away. Walking around the room and going about tidying things, like she was a good little girl. Going about in what barely passed for underwear, Hermione studied Fleur. The French girl from Beauxbatons seemed oblivious to how much the other girls were resenting her. Hermione was no different but in the back of her mind she couldn’t deny how radiant she seemed. That silvery blonde hair of hers seemed to shimmer wherever she went, but there was something else about her. She looked fetching enough, Hermione had seen her fair share of beautiful girls here at Hogwarts, Durmstrang, all over Europe, but there was something else about her to. A strange fascination, she seemed more than what she was, here she was at a school for wizards and surrounded by all kinds of strange creatures. Yet there was something about this girl that just glowed.

Hermione on the other hand had come dressed very conservatively. A pair of pants and a jacket, her long hair running free, she was normally secure enough in her appearance. But coming here and seeing the other girl looking equal parts stylish and like some streetwalker, she was feeling very jealous.

How could I think she’s being oblivious? Little bitch Phlegm knows exactly what she’s doing. I should get out of here before she tries anything really weird.

“’Ermione.”

That snapped her out of her train of thought. Three years older than her, from inviting her here to blatantly wearing nothing at all, Fleur was flaunting her superiority over her. And even in just that one word, Hermione could hear her arrogance underneath, in general she had a high and mighty way of speaking. But hearing that voice addressed to her, saying her name in a cute sing-song manner, it made her feel like they were alone together. Even with how strong her accent was.

“What do you want Phlegm?”

“I just wanted to get to know you better. ‘Arry and Ron saved my sister so I figured we should be friends too.”

Friends. Right. More like frenemies. “Is that really all?”

Looking at her directly, Hermione had to question why anyone could be so taken by her. For Hermione’s strange weird fascination, Fleur seemed positively ordinary in spite of that. She had heard the French girl was a quarter Veela, maybe that was it. The otherworldly lineage coupled with her human bloodline did not water down anything, she still had that ethereal silver glow about her. If anything,it made her ordinary beauty look more bewitching and captivating, not an unattainable goddess you couldn’t have but a girl you could fall in love with.

Especially when she was all but naked. Fleur was already good looking enough, but right now in a little bra and panties that barely covered her up, Hermione was feeling the vapors. She had to look away from the Veela girl who was all but naked. Staring at her for so long, Hermione’s cheeks were getting flushed and heating up.

Why am I thinking like this? I’ve never felt that way towards other girls! I have to calm down. I came here all flustered and now I’m being ridiculous.

“Yes, I don’t really know anyone here,” Fleur said. “That’s why I thought we could start over. Okay?”

Hermione didn’t believe it for a second. But hearing her say that, she started to feel guilty for being so hostile with her. She remembered that Fleur invited her here and didn’t want to disappoint her. That thought didn’t seem odd to her. The only thing she wanted was to make this awkward tension go away.

Then she would leave.

“R-really?” Hermione finally said. Her voice didn’t sound like it normally did, weak and almost nervous.

Fleur was smiling at her. That smile on her face, it was as beautiful as ever despite Hermione not wanting to admit it. It looked so gentle and yet in the wake of current events, there was no doubting just how smug it was underneath. Guys enraptured by her wouldn’t care, while women would see her for what she was and wish they could have that power. Hermione just stared deep into her eyes.

Fleur walked over to her. Hermione was tempted to back away, to tell her to mind her distance. But that close, the way that Fleur looked at her, she found her anger fading away. That same beautiful face and that silvery aura, her eyes were almost glowing at her.

Focus! Don’t forget what kind of person she is! She’s Phlegm! She’s...

That thought faded when Fleur cupped her face. Fleur hadn’t asked Hermione a question when she said her name but she didn’t need to. That beautiful smile so gentle and sweet, Hermione could only think that deep down it was lined with a quiet malice. The type of girl she hated to admit looked good, was better than her at something. She wanted to believe that this French bitch was just another Draco, someone who belonged in Slytherin.

Thoughts only in the back of her head. Fleur was stroking Hermione’s mane of hair, caressing her long locks hanging free. Not pulling heir hair, not making fun of her, just massaging her, appreciating her. All thoughts of seeing her as an enemy were quickly being scattered to the winds, And now in the lover’s position, Hermione was feeling very vain to receive such affections of someone she once saw as her worst enemy.

“Oh Fl-Fl…” Hermione said, the temptation use her real name instead of Phlegm was just too great. She caught herself just in time and turned away with a blush. The words came out of her mouth before she realized it and instantly regretted it. That Veela allure was more of a spell than anything they taught in Hogwarts, more potent than the Dark Arts. But she still had enough awareness to realize what was going on.

“Yes ‘Ermione?” she said as cutely as possible. She knew about Hermione’s nickname for her. That was a bait to see if she would do it. How she would react. But Hermione kept herself in control.

It didn’t make things any easier. Looking away from Fleur’s face, she was instead greeted by the sight of her sexy body in what barely passed for underwear. The kind of thing the boys would go crazy for, she had thought the other girl was so obnoxious inviting her here like that. But with everything being so strange now, Hermione was finding herself losing it. Under all her clothes, her body began to stir with want.

The heat on her face only grew hotter when Fleur kissed her cheek. Innocent and gentle, it was a rare person who could earn Fleur’s affection. It was a lucky thing for the redhead that Ginny was not present to witness such a thing. She would see Hermione as a traitor.

As did Hermione herself. The Death Eaters were growing in power, Voldemort was making a resurgence, and Harry Potter was facing the pressure of being a hero. Yet here she was, obsessing over this high and mighty little bitch getting all the boys’ attention. Mocking her by kissing her cheek like they were sisters. And now she was getting all hot and bothered.

Those were the thoughts that ran through his mind. But her ideas borne of jealousy melted as Fleur continued to hold her head taut, gently kissing all over her cheek like a good friend. The way that Fleur slowly dragged her soft lips on the skin, there was no doubt it was sensual. The small hot breaths in between each kiss made Hermione’s skin burn hotter and hotter, while those hands playing with her hair made her feel so appreciated. The innocence of a little girl with her first crush and the deep lust only a woman could feel. Closing her eyes, she let herself drift into it.

Fleur stopped briefly just to put her lips up to Hermione’s ear. Feeling that hot breath on her skin, it was a moment hot enough to turn even the best of men into raging beasts. But Hermione was merely paralyzed from the exquisite feeling. A part of her knew this was nothing but trouble, she wasn’t this kind of girl.

The Veela whispered something in her ear. Hermione didn’t know too much French but it didn’t sound anything like that, didn’t sound like any incantation from Hogwarts either. It sounded like something strange and unreal. Just as she was struggling to piece it together, she suddenly understood it. In her thick French accent she had whispered, “I want you so bad Hermione.” Just hearing it made her heart flutter and her panties damp. By now Fleur’s hands were deep in her hair, massaging her head underneath all of it.

Phlegm knows exactly what’s doing.

But…but it feels so...

She wouldn’t let that thought finish itself. But Hermione was still reeling from this sudden change. That aura of fascination, it wasn’t magic they taught in Hogwarts but it didn’t have to be, in all her days pining for boys, what she was feeling now was so much more intense than that. Fleur pulled back to look Hermione directly in the eyes. That close and looking into her eyes, she saw her weakness. Saw just how much she was messed up from everything, she almost looked drunk.

Closing her eyes, Fleur leaned forward and kissed her directly. Hermione almost jumped up the instant their lips met, so soft and gentle, at the same time it was like electricity. Holding onto the French girl’s naked shoulders, she pressed her lips back awkwardly. It was her first time kissing another girl for the first time, but it felt like it was her first time kissing someone period. The shock of that passed to pure euphoria. So soft and sweet, Hermione couldn’t even begin to resent Fleur anymore. Closing her eyes, she surrendered to the passions boiling inside of her.

Fleur’s hands were so gentle. Reaching around back, she moved up her jacket and shirt, feeling her bare skin, how nervous and excited she was. So soft and exquisite, nothing like a boy’s touches.

This is so good...maybe I was wrong about Fleur after all…

Their faces parted to look at each other. Things had changed so quick and so fast. Fleur simply asked, “’Ermione, what did you like to call me again?”

“Fl-Fleur…” she said, licking her lips and not looking away.

“You didn’t like to call me anyzing else?” Those fingers were still moving up her naked back, so close to her bra strap, sending tingles up her spine.

Hermione pulled her shoulders close and kissed her this time. Embracing her new feelings, she felt that same captivating aura wash over her. But it was so much stronger this time, it felt like she was becoming one with Fleur,

As they went at it, Hermione very much into it, she felt Fleur’s tongue peek out for the first time. It was said that this wasn’t Hermione’s first time kissing someone else, but this was her first tongue kiss. Together with that supernatural allure, it made everything so exciting.

The French lady appeared as proper and dignified as she wanted to be. But enthralled in this wicked passion, Hermione knew that the truth was so much more vicious than the image she put on. Fleur was very prim and proper and with that came a secret aggression could be just as passionate as the basest and single minded beast that ever lived. Once Hermione fully surrendered to her lusts, Fleur also let herself out as both girls sucked face, their long tongues licking deep in the heights of their passions.

Fleur giggled in their intense makeout, her sultry French accent a part of her laughter, Hermione felt it inside of her. She knew she should have shoved her off, told herself that it was wrong, that this girl was just some stuck up bitch with an attitude problem, that she was using some weird kind of magic to play with her mind. But the more she thought that, the better it felt. Every second, it was driving Hermione crazy.

By now Fleur was all but eating Hermione’s face. She was clinging to her as he did it too, holding her close like a clingy little girl with a guy she liked, giggling as she did so in a high pitched wail while moving her leg on her. Hermione could only think it was a fake sound too bubbly to be real, full of ill will. But with how high pitched it was, everyone second of those sweet kisses, it just got Hermione that much more turned on.

In one final bout of will, Hermione pushed her off. She got a good look at Fleur’s eyes for only an instant. Just as savage looking as before, her pretty face was marked with a childish smile and that radiance that hadn’t left her, evil eyes with an evil face and that beauty queen allure, it made Hermione get moist. That sweet taste in her mouth, she tried to ignore it but it only drove the strong cravings in her body that much more. She only thought about Ron for a brief fleeting moment in time and then she had more important things on her mind. Namely the beautiful girl right before her.

Fleur was smiling, staring right into Hermione’s eyes. Watching her struggle against the needs burning inside of her body. She knew her good looks had an effect on people, had seen it in other kids her age since she was small and now was watching it happen with this girl who could barely conceal her resentment. Now Hermione couldn’t conceal her raw desire. It was all part of her plan to get back at her.

Not to mention have some fun too. By the time she was through with Hermione, Ron would be the last thing on her mind. She had her hooked and was ready to make her regret ever resenting her.

Standing very still, she reached behind her head and undid the ponytail. Her silvery blonde hair fell loose, and it made the Veela girl look even more captivating than before. That long mane undone, her shimmering tresses naturally ended in luxurious and perfect curls. A French transfer student at Hogwarts in the heart of Britain, right now she looked like a perfect princess who belonged here.

Her wonderful taste was still fresh in Hermione’s mouth. And the night promised so much more than that. This is going to be my first time. I can’t believe I’m doing this! That somewhat ashamed thought was followed by her thinking, It’s going to be so good.

Rushing at her, Hermione embraced her naked and nubile form. That close Fleur was more beautiful than ever, her warm breath smelled sweeter than any perfume, those exotic eyes betraying her otherworldly lineage twinkled with desire and then their mouths were open again, their wet and slippery tongues mashing hard on each other in a fit of depraved lust. Both of them holding each other close, this was all they wanted.

It was Fleur who had invited her here. Hermione had resented the other girl at first but now she was all in on it, pushing back on Fleur hard, knocking her up against one of the walls in the chamber. The two girls were still making out in that time, a testament to their lustful passions, oblivious to anything else.

While they were sucking face, Fleur went to work. Hermione’s anger had given way to pure want, fondling all over the other girl’s naked body, her naked back and her butt hanging out of her thong, and as she was doing that, she didn’t mind one bit having her pants being undone. In their embrace, Fleur moved her face back to better focus and then the needy Hermione was eating her neck. Fleur got her pants down to her knees and then lifted up her shirt. Pulling back to give her that room, she held up her arms, welcoming Fleur touching her, getting her shirtless.

At the same time Hermione felt a bit self-conscious at undressed. Her breasts were nowhere near as big as Fleur’s, and seeing that sexy Veela body, she didn’t feel nearly as confident in herself. For an instant her desires were forgotten, and she realized how awkward the whole scene was. But when the other girl spun her around and went to undoing the clasps of her bra and tossed it aside, then to pulling her pants and undergarments down to her ankles, Hermione was ready to indulge in her carnal needs. This was exactly what she needed.

Turning back around, Hermione was looking at Fleur’s body in a whole new light. To have this perfect creature welcome her, all her old insecurities were going straight out the window. Staring at her, transfixed for several moments in wonder, no longer seeing her as someone to be jealous of or even to envy for being so gorgeous. A perfect partner to spend this night with.

Fleur was always a bit high and mighty, but she was feeling very vain now. Seeing Hermione’s eyes wander all over, staring at her massive breasts, her long lovely legs and then right into her eyes. With those eyes on her, Fleur very slowly undid her bra, baring her large naked breasts to the other girl’s eyes and then not bending down to keep her eyes on Hermione, she got her thong down to her ankles. Proudly throwing her hair back, Hermione’s heart skipped a beat, she was already entranced by Fleur, but that beautiful shimmering hair concealed her great breasts was like watching falling snow or rippling water. Holding her hands to the side with her bra in one and her thong in the other, she suddenly threw them right on Hermione’s face. She jumped up like she had been splashed in the face with water, that’s how badly she was staring.

Fleur flat out broke out into a fit of laughter, not very dignified at all. “’Ermione dear, my eyes are up ‘ere.”

Hermione dropped the undergarments. She looked at Fleur’s big tits despite what her new friend just said to her, and then she looked back into her eyes, a flush covering her face. She had seen other girls naked before but never like this. Before she could do anything, Fleur grabbed the back of her head and shoved her face right into her tits. Hermione’s whole body was heated at that point, the warmth in her face only matched by the heat between her legs. Fleur let her go, and Hermione was standing back upright, wobbling a bit.

She looked blankly at Fleur, so naked, so alluring and lustable. Batting her eyes at her, Fleur innocently held up her tits. Her nipple standing out erect, even with how wild things had gotten, Hermione gingerly touched one of those hooters, her first time touching another girl’s breast, so big and full and soft. Teasing the nipple with her fingers, she felt the heat underneath, the want. Saw Fleur’s body shaking in response to just being teased from her fingers.

Closing her eyes, Hermione sucked a girl’s tit for the first time. For the only first few seconds she was very gentle but after everything that happened, soon Hermione let loose, licking and slurping all over the teat as much as possible. It wasn’t just the overwhelming physical pleasure driving her crazy, it was that everything was changing and fooling around with a girl, it felt so strange. It felt so right.

Fleur was encouraging her too. Holding Hermione’s head and stroking her hair almost like a mother, she bit her lip from her new friend snacking all over her chest. Very sloppy, it was still making her feel the heat. Reaching low down to Hermione’s wet vagina, gingerly slipping her fingers into the damp cleft, playing with the clit.

Very small touches. But working inside of her with those teasing sensations, gradually getting bigger with each second, it was enough to make her cum. Hermione nervously bit into Fleur’s nipple and turned away, moaning hoarsely from the power of the climax that wrecked her. It was her first orgasm with someone else, that someone else being a girl. A girl that she used to hate.

That was when Fleur pushed her, all the way back until she was lying on Fleur’s bed. Standing up on her knees upon the mattress over Hermione, the Veela girl snatched up Hermione’s wrists, not letting her get away. Not like she wanted to and looking right up at Fleur, she just nodded without a word. Giving her the sign to go all the way.

Fleur kissed Hermione deep, almost slamming her mouth down on her thrall’s in the thrill of her domination. The submissive girl’s tongue flicked right back up on her, she wrapped her legs around her mistress’ rear, and with her massive tits crushing Hermione’s smaller chest, then they were rocking up on each other hard. Wanting it so bad, Hermione jerked her hips up, moving her cunt right up on Fleur’s. The Veela girl uttered a high pitched and weak moan in the intensity of their kiss, nothing as innocent and hesitant as her slow seduction and their earlier foreplay, and threw her head back to cry out from the force of it. Hearing her moan so deep in her sexual euphoria, for Hermione it was like hearing sweet music that thrilled her.

She wanted it so bad. Hermione didn’t know how much of Fleur’s natural charm was affecting her mindset and she didn’t care, those big tits crushing her chest and that wet pussy on hers, this was exactly what she wanted. Looking into each other’s eyes in those slow moments, there was no longer a distinction between mistress and submissive, they were united in this raunchy act.

Holding her tight, Fleur gave way to her own wanton desires. Soon both girls were holding each other, humping each other hard. They were staring deep into each other’s eyes, flicking their tongues together and slurping all over each other’s faces like animals. They were both a mess.

In between one of their crazed kisses, they paused to look at each other. There were several long lines of spit between their lips, and Hermione was ready for more. She felt that hand on her vagina again, and she was ready to get back in on it. Grabbing the mound of Fleur’s vagina, she felt those plump pussy lips damp with need. She gently touched that pussy, amazed by it as much as she was amazed by everything else about her.

Small tender touches. But in spite of being so relaxed, those dainty fingers barely penetrating her vagina were that much more teasing, making Hermione want so much more. Each small caress was so potent, like like they were electric. Throwing her head back hard on the pillow, Hermione wailed, needing all of it.

Fleur probed her clit with her thumb. Hermione bit her lip, almost hyperventilating, and then those fingers went in all the way, sending her to a wild climax right on the spot. The intensity of it was only amplified by how sudden it was, and her body flew out of control, rocking hard up on her mistress’. Fleur on top of her, Hermione’s whole body shook and quivered. In all her fantasies about boys, those gentle touches were so much worse, it felt like her clit was going to fall off.

Fleur got off of her. After all that wild sex with that mature womanly body on top of her, Hermione felt so light, her vision was hazy. Looking up at Fleur’s hazy silver aura, everything felt so right.

She had only begun to settle down reveling in her orgasmic rapture when something warm and wet landed right on her face. In her orgasmic mania she didn’t know what it was at first, but as awareness hit her, she realized it was Fleur’s cunt sitting right on her face. Not that she minded, she was feeling more enthusiastic and open-minded than ever and happily gobbled up her pussy.

Fleur looked down on Hermione. No longer holding her hands down, she was still a dutiful submissive, licking deep inside of her pussy. More than the pleasure of being eaten out, it was seeing Hermione in such a pathetic and submissive state that was getting her off now. She would have smiled deliciously if not for how wanton and good it felt. Moaning, she grabbed onto Hermione’s head, her fingers twisting in her hair.

Hermione’s cunnilingus was rather sloppy. Fleur knew the other girl was doing this one for the first time with another girl, who knows if it had been her first time going down on somebody period. But the moment of domination was so hot that she didn’t care, and soon she was biting her lip, very close to a climax. She had looked so cruel before but the wicked look of satisfaction on her face now, it was clear how much her thrall was getting the better of her.

Fleur uttered a single feminine wail like an alluring siren before she climaxed. Nothing quite as violent as the orgasm she forced on Hermione, she still felt her body shake from the impact of her orgasm. She was ready to get up but then she felt her lover’s hands holding her thighs as hard as possible, not letting her up. And she was still eating her out.

She had to grab her head from the intensity of everything. Hermione was giving her some sloppy seconds alright, so sensitive after just cumming, soon she was letting out a series of high pitched wails. Holding onto the headboard of the bed, she shamelessly humped it, rubbing her big tits all over it. Down under, Hermione’s sanity had returned to her and she knew exactly what she was doing, she wanted all of it. By the time she was done, this girl would pay the price.

As soon as Hermione licked Fleur’s clit for the first time, she uttered a rather deep and undignified bellow. It was more than pleasure, it was chaos, and Hermione kept up eating her out, her vulva, her clit, everything and soon she was rocked by her own climax. So strong, she felt all her strength leave her body. So much so that even for this dominant Veela that her vision was filled with vertigo and then everything seemed to be falling down.

She hadn’t realized it but Hermione had pushed her down. Standing up on her knees, she looked down at the high and mighty French girl. That sexy body lying down naked and covered in sweat, her face looked exhausted. It was an understatement to say that at the start she was irritated at being invited to meet with her. Hermione always thought the boys were all so dumb and was ready to say everything she thought about her.

But now looking down at her, she knew what they saw in her. And after getting a taste of those fingers, Hermione wanted some of that pretty mouth eating up her clam. Climbing onto that pretty face, she embraced this union. Riding her face, the moment Fleur’s tongue drove her pussy to climax, it felt like a part of her soul was snatched away. And she was far from finished, ready to give up all of it. It was going to be a long night.

Come the next morning, the campus of Hogwarts saw the two girls walking together holding hands. A surprising sight to be sure, especially Ron, who seeing his girlfriend together with his crush walk past him like he didn’t even matter, he felt more left out than ever. What made things even worse was that Fleur was wearing some of Hermione’s clothes. With Fleur’s very buxom body, those smaller clothes outlined every bit of her sexy figure. Hermione on the other hand was dressed very conservatively, almost like she was trying to cover up something, you couldn’t even see her neck. Deep under her clothes, Hermione was still smarting a bit from the red marks on her skin.

When he asked her about it, Hermione just said, “I got a taste of phlegm last night. You wouldn’t want to know Ron.”
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