A/N: Last chapter. Enjoy :)

Chapter 11

When Hermione woke up, the sun had almost set and the light from the house bathed the garden in a gentle grey. She yawned and ruffled her hair with one hand, while she clumsily rose to her feet. "Ouch!" Hermione silently cussed, when she realized that her whole back was aching and her neck was stiff to the point that she barely could turn her head.

She frowned and slowly made her way back to the house, while rubbing her tense muscles in a vain attempt to loosen them up. "Great, just great. Why didn't Fleur or anybody else wake me up? This sucks…"

Then Hermione remembered what had happened before she had fallen asleep and she smiled. Most probably Fleur was sitting in a corner, thoughtful and maybe even depressed, because she didn't know what…"Zex" meant. Well, knowing her curious nature she wouldn't give up until somebody told her. Hermione sighed and removed her shoes, putting them down next to the veranda. "Whatever. Harry's right, it's no big deal. I'll just tell her and then- "

"Hermiooone!!" Before she could react, something heavy bounced against her chest and pressed the air out of her lungs. Loosing her balance, she took a few steps backwards until her back hit a wall and she came to an abrupt halt. The death grip around her waist loosened a little and Hermione greedily sucked air into her battered body.

"I mizzed 'ou, 'ermione." Fleur pressed her head against the older girl's breasts, nuzzling them. Hermione's face grew the colour of a ripe tomato and her mind went blank. Her senses were over flooded with the other girl's scent, her softness and the feeling of her soft, silvery hair against her bare arms. In slow motion Hermione raised her arms and wrapped them around Fleur in a loose hug.

Fleur sighed contently when she felt Hermione's arms around her and a warm feeling spread in her body. The beating of her young heart paced up and she was sure that the other had to feel it. Suddenly Fleur felt like hugging wasn't enough. She wanted more. The girl turned her head upwards so that she had a clear view of the brunettes face, whose eyes were closed. She grinned mischievously and craned her neck a little more to get closer to Hermione's face.

Hermione was in a haze and hadn't noticed Fleur's movement until she suddenly felt hot breath against her lips. Surprised her eyes shot open and she stared right into these clear blue orbs, which glinted in the dim light of the veranda like the most amazing sapphires. Slowly, oh so slowly these sapphires came closer and closer and Hermione's skin tingled with excitement, where Fleur's steady breathing caressed it feathery like. She closed her eyes in anticipation. Just a little closer…

The door opened with a small creaking noise and one of the housemaids entered a shy smile on her lips. She was sent down here to get the young mistress from the garden, where her chaperon assumed that she would be. Seemed as though she had been right.

Fleur's subconscious had noticed the presence of another person and instinctively her whole body tensed and she drew back, her hands still wrapped tightly around Hermione. Her blue eyes made contact with the green from the alienated maid, who instantly shivered. She nervously gulped and averted her gaze to the ground, not having the courage to continue seeing these beautiful yet piercing orbs.

"Miss Lockhart. D-dinner is ready…Sorry to interrupt!" And fearing that she would be scolded now, the redhead spun around and hurried back to where she came from. Hermione blinked a few times, her mind slowly starting to work again and she processed the fact that somebody had just said something. "Huh? Did you say something?"

Fleur laughed sweetly and released Hermione, who instantly missed the warmth of the other's body. "I think diiner iz ready. Letz go, non?"

Fleur opened her eyes and carefully slid out of the bed, paying heed that it wouldn't make any suspicious noises. But she didn't need to worry, because Hermione was a heavy sleeper much to the younger girl's dismay. Today though, Fleur was glad about it. Quickly she put on her clothes and tiptoed to the bedroom door. She had already placed her hand on the door handle, when Hermione muttered something in her sleep.

Fleur turned around and observed the brunette closely. Had she noticed something? A light snore came from the bed and Fleur's muscles relaxed. No. She sighed and flipped a few strands of her mane out of her face. Right now the brunette was even prettier than she was normally. The first sun rays crawled about the bed, including Hermione, who looked angelic with all the light on her face. Her brown curls were framing her face and her mouth was slightly parted. Fleur wondered often what it would be like to caress it with her own lips. But now was not the time to find out. Looking a last time back at Hermione, she opened the door and vanished.

Minerva was walking down the corridor, clothed in a blue silken bath robe and prepared herself for the confrontation with the new housemaid. She pulled out a small paper and read it carefully. "Ginger Harras…" This Ginger girl had acted very weird since the day before, smashed several plates, slipped a few times on the staircase and even stomped on Mrs. Norris' tail. And believe me, it wasn't wise to piss that cat off.

Mumbling to herself how ungrateful the youth was nowadays, Minerva was passing by a huge window, when something caught her eyes. She stopped surprised and took a step forward, to get a better look of the garden. "Impossible!"

She turned on her heels and hurried very not Minvera- like back to where she came from. The maid was all forgotten now, which was probably for the best, for she was currently fighting with the oven in which the bread for the master had caught fire.

The door banged open with a loud thud and Hermione's eyes fluttered open. "Hermione, get up! Something terrible has happened!" Hermione only groaned in response and turned over in her bed, so that Minerva got a good view of her back. A vein on the woman's front started to pop out dangerously.

Hermione, who was already dozing off to sleep again, screamed surprised when she was suddenly bathed in ice cold water. In her state of shock she lost balance and fell out of the bed, hitting her nose painfully on the carpeted floor. "What the fu-"

"Hermione Jean Granger! Get your lazy ass up from that floor and listen to me, damn it!" Hermione gasped and without thinking did what she was told to, jumping up from where she laid. She hit her head again, this time at her night table. But before she could even cry out in pain, Minerva grabbed her by her collar and dragged the helpless girl with her.

"Minerva, what are you doing? God, my head…I think it's going to burst." Minerva let got of the tortured Hermione and instead forcefully opened the closet and after a few seconds pulled out trousers and a jacket. She tossed the clothes in Hermione's direction. Hermione, who was too absorbed with concentrating on the throbbing pain in her head, was hit in the face by the trousers and yelped in surprise.

"Stop whining already and get dressed! And hurry up, will you? It's urgent!" Hermione gulped and quickly got dressed, fearing that her chaperone would throw things at her again if she didn't obey. Once she was done, she tried to enquire what this was about, but was cut off before she could even open her mouth.

"No, not a word! I speak now." She rushed out off the room and Hermione hurried after her, as she almost ran down the corridors. Hermione noticed that they were heading to the garden, but she was too out of breath to say anything. Finally Minerva stopped at the bit stable and stopped.

She turned around and looked sternly at Hermione. "Now listen, girl. Just a few minutes ago, I saw Fleur in the garden. She was talking to a tall blond man and- " Hermione's eyes widened. "Draco!"

"Yes, that's what I fear. I wasn't able to get a good look at him, so I'm not entirely sure. I was too far away to interrupt so I went back and woke you up." While Minerva was speaking, Hermione had already opened one of the boxes, head-collar in her hand. Whispering soothing words, she slipped it onto the horse's head and then grabbed the reins, leading it towards Minerva, who wrinkled her front.

"What is that horse for?" Hermione buried her hand in the thick, dark mane of the animal and pulled herself up in a swift motion. "Riding, obviously." Minerva shook her head. "That's too dangerous! Wouldn't it be better to follow them in a carriage? If you wait for a few minutes, the groom can get it ready!"

Hermione picked up the reins and looked away. "I don't want to wait." She pressed her legs against the horse's muscular body and dashed off, leaving a desperate Minerva back. "Damn that stubborn kid!" For a few seconds she just followed Hermione with her eyes, not knowing what to do. Then she straightened her figure and walked into the almost dark stable. "Henry! Come here and that at once!"

"Come on boy, don't let me down!" Hermione leaned forward to the point that she nearly fell of the horse, which immediately picked up his pace, feeling his masters uneasiness. It was the best and fastest horse in the whole stable and Hermione's favourite. It was a young Frisian, with a strong muscles and a beautiful black fur.

It had rained a little during the last night and the streets were still a little muddy, so that Hermione could easily follow the tracks of the carriage that had stared a few meters away from the mansion.

She knew how dangerous it was to ride her horse at such a high pace, for it could easily slip and loose its balance, but right now she didn't care. All she cared about was that Fleur was with that slimy Draco Malfoy, who had an even worse reputation than his father. She would be damned if she allowed letting this man touch her precious girl…

"Where are we going?" Fleur was sitting opposite to Draco, her eyes curiously scanning the landscape through the carriage window. Draco himself had stretched his feet out and folded his hands over his stomach, smiling mysteriously. "You'll see, you'll see." And indeed, she would see. Draco's smile widened even more.

After a few minutes they left the main street and the carriage rumbled over a small path. Then it stopped. Draco opened the door and got out. "Et voilà! We're here." He stretched out one hand, but Fleur had already gotten out at the second door and hopped around, admiring the big lightning.

Draco stared a little confused at the empty carriage, before walking around it and spotting Fleur, who had bend down at the large lake in front of them, sipping the cold water by using her hands as a bowl. Draco turned and waved snobbishly at the old coachman. "You may leave now. I expect you to come back at…let's say two hours." The man nodded stiffly, already used at the harsh tone of his master and shooting the blonde girl a compassionate glance, he directed the horses back to the main street.

Rubbing his hands in anticipation, Draco pulled his mouth into its usual charming smile and walked slowly over to Fleur, who was laying on her stomach and watched the fishes in the lake. "I see you're enjoying the view? That's great."

The black fur was coated by a thin layer of sweet and the horse's breath was laboured. Still Hermione was pushing it farther and the horse obeyed, giving its all for his beloved mistress. They had been riding on the main rood for quite some time now and Hermione started to worry. Had she missed a turn? Were they even following the right trail?

Just when she thought about turning back, her eye caught a small path on the right. She pulled on the reins and the Frisian reared up in surprise, nearly throwing Hermione off. "Sshh, boy! Calm down!" She patted the strong neck a few times, until the horse eventually calmed down. Then Hermione observed the trail in front of her. Strange…The carriage had obviously gone that way. But why did it turn back again?

She quickly got off her horse and bend down next to the fresh tracks. Her face lightened up and she smiled grimly. Judging from the depths of the trails, it had weighted less on its way back…

Fleur jumped a little, when she felt hands running through her hair. She tried to turn her head, but found that it was firmly held in place. "Relax, girl. Remember what you wanted yesterday? I'm gonna give it to you now, if you let me. Understood?"

She nodded stiffly and didn't object, when Draco slowly moved a hand down her ribs, stopping at her waist. Suddenly she wasn't too sure anymore, if it was wise to come with this man. Fleur closed her eyes and shivered, when a cool hand slipped beneath her shirt. Hermione…

At the same time Hermione pulled herself onto her horse again and directed it into the woods. Her heart was beating fast in a foreboding and she clutched the rains tightly in her fists. "Fleur, please be save." She urged the Frisian into a fast trot, not daring to pick up the previous pace in fear of the now very slippery ground. Hermione cussed, when the animal nearly slipped on a root and she was thrown forward. But she could already see the end of the path and not wasting another second, she pressed her legs harder against the muscles beneath them.

Fleur was laying on her back, her hair spread around her head like a pillow. Draco was standing above her his eyes hungrily taking in the girl's curves. Fleur flinched inwardly. She knew this look in his eyes. It was the same a predator gave its prey, seconds before it killed its victim.

Draco noticed her frightened stare and this only turned him more on. He liked having control over women, but this Fleur…she was like a little child stuck in the body of an adult woman. He reached down and unbuckled his belt, his eyes never leaving Fleur's crystal blues.

"You know, sex is a very beautiful thing. Two people merge and become one. It's a gift God gave us…" He undid the zipper of his trousers and sighed in relief. His erection was already pressing against the fabric of his pants and begged to be taken care of.

He got down on his knees so that he was now sitting right in front of Fleur. "Since you are alienated with this gift, it'll be my honour to show you." Draco reached forward with the intention to push Fleur's skirt up, when he suddenly heard a scream.

"Don't you dare to lay your dirty fingers on her, bastard!" Draco pulled his hands surprised back and turned his head around. His heart skipped a few beats, when he caught sight of a black monster, storming towards him, foam coating its black fur.

Fleur reacted immediately and jumped out of the way, jumping into the lake for escape. Then Draco's vision blurred and all he saw was black.

Hermione pulled hard at the rains and the horse rebelled against the harsh treatment by rearing up again. Its heavy hoofs hit Draco's head and chest and the man immediately slumped down to the ground not moving anymore. But Hermione didn't care.

She jumped off the excited Frisian and into the lake, diving down at the same spot where Fleur did a few seconds ago. The cold water temporally shocked her heated body and she had to suppress the urge to dive up again. She took a few strong strokes forward and tried to find Fleur. Her exhausted lungs were already burning, when she finally spotted Fleur a few meters in front of her, barely moving.

When she had reached her, she noticed the small trickle of blood coming from the blonde's head. Somehow Fleur had hit her head and had drifted off to where Hermione had just found her. She grabbed the girl around her waist and dove up as fast as her strength allowed it.

After what seemed like eternity to her, her face broke through the surface of the water and she greedily pumped air into her lungs. Fleur started coughing in her grip and Hermione quickly laid her onto the shore and then hit her back a few times, until Fleur stopped coughing.

The blonde turned her head around, but was stopped midway when Hermione slapped her. Hard. Fleur touched her sore cheek and stared disbelievingly at the other girl. "Why-?" Hermione lunged forward and their lips connected in a passionate kiss, until she pulled back again.

"You silly girl…Why did you go with him? He could have…oh my god!" Hermione started to sob uncontrolled into her hands and Fleur's heart constricted painfully. She embraced Hermione hesitantly, not sure if Hermione was angry with her or not. She was surprised when Hermione pulled her even closer against her and continued sobbing into her wet hair.

"'ermione…I-I'm zorry…pleaze, don't be mad at me." Fleur awkwardly rubbed the other girl's back until Hermione relaxed and her breathing was regular again. She tried to look up at Hermione's face, but found that she couldn't move. "'ermione?"

Hermione pulled back and smiled sadly at Fleur. "I'm not mad at you…it's just…When Minerva told me you vanished with that Malfoy guy. I…I thought that he had taken you away from me. Fleur…I was so scared."

The tears threatened to fall yet again, but Fleur gently wiped them away with both her thumps. "Don't cry anymore. It makez my 'eart ache." Hermione nodded and took a few deep breaths through her mouth. Fleur's eyes followed the movement and she nervously flicked her tongue over her lips. "'ermione…can we do it again?"

"Huh? What?" Fleur didn't respond, but put both her hands on Hermione's cheek, pulling her gently closer. "Thiz."

"Come on, go faster! They might be in danger!" Minerva was leaning out of the window, her hair fluttering behind her and she squinted her eyes in search for any signs of the missing girls. "Madame, we can't go faster! I'm already pushing the horses to their limits."

He was right. The two horses, which were pulling the carriage, had foam around their mouths and their breathing was ragged. But Minerva didn't care about the horses now. "And do you know where I'll push you, when we're not finding Hermione in the next seconds?"

The coachman gulped nervously and flicked his long whip above his head, signalling the horses to run faster. Minerva's eyes widened and she pointed excitedly to her right. "To the right! I think I see Hermione's horse!" And really, there was standing the black Frisian, sipping water at a huge lake in the middle of a clearing.

"Thank God! Then Hermione can't be far!" She hastily opened the door and got out of the carriage, scanning the area. Finally her eyes settled on two moving figures. Minerva's eyes widened and she blushed. "Well…looks like Hermione has everything under control."

Hermione was crawling on top of Fleur, her hands on either side of the blonde's head, when she happened to look up. Her eyes connected with her chaperone's and her jaw fell down. "'ermione? What'z wrong?"

Fleur followed Hermione's line of sight and when she saw Minerva she smiled. "'ow nize, it'z Minerva." Hermione only frowned and buried her red face in Fleur's shoulder in a vain attempt to hide her embarrassment. "Yes…very nice indeed."

Hermione was leaning against a tree, a hand over her face to fight off the annoying sun beams and the other was caressing Fleur's bare arm. Fleur was leaning against Hermione, a thick book in her hands and she stared at the lines in deep concentration.

It was a few days after the Draco incident and everything had come back to normal. Well, almost everything. "Fleur?" The blonde reluctantly diverted her eyes from the book she was reading and glanced over at Hermione. "Yez?"

Hermione caught her off guard in a lopsided kiss and before the blonde could react, she pulled back, grinning cheekily. Fleur pouted cutely and then returned her attention back to the book. Hermione sighed contently and closed her eyes again. In a way she was glad that Draco had tried to seduce Fleur. Although it was sad that it took something this extreme before she could admit her true feelings for the other girl.

She was about to doze off, when suddenly Fleur nudged her into her arm. "'ermione?" Lazily Hermione opened her eyes and yawned. "Yes?" Fleur was holding up the book, her finger on a certain word. "'ermione, what doez 'oral' mean?" Great…and there she had hoped that this subject was finished.

The End

I'm sorry that it took me so long to update again. I never found the time to write this. And although I ended this story very abruptly, I hope you still like the ending I chose :) And in case you wonder what happened to Draco...it's up to your imagination.

Thanks to all of you, who supported this story! I really do appreciate it. Nice weekend to all of you :)