" You are mine and I am yours, that is without a doubt."
This is the love story of Athena Minerva Ashryver and Fleur Isabelle Delacour. How a student of Hogwarts and a student of Beauxbatons were properly introduced after not knowing they crossed p...
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French is in bold, not that yall read it in French, but I will tell you anyway. Spanish is underlined.
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Amaranth
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Thursday, 11th August 1994
"Frenchy, you are one horny Veela." Athena panted as she was pinned to the wall, with Fleur placing her kisses down Athena's body as she unbuttoned the shirt. Fleur hummed with one of her hands at Athena's neck and the other sliding down to Athena's pants. "Fleur, you have to meet Madame Maxine in like twenty minutes."
"Enough time to make you feel so good. They're picking me up, and you permitted me." She stated as she got on her knees as pulled Athena's trousers down along with her underwear.
"Yeah, that's great," Athena coughed, sarcasm lacing her tone. Then, Fleur placed her tongue on her clit before she could say anything else, overwhelming Athena with pleasure that almost made Athena topple over.
"Still want me to stop?" Fleur smirked as she looked up to Athena. The thick French accent has appeared again, making Athena even more turned on. Athena's eyes were hooded, her face red as amaranth and her bottom lip between her teeth. Her hazel-golden eyes filled with lust.
"Too late now, isn't it?" Athena moaned as she placed her hand on Fleur's head, tangled in Fleur's hair, and the other on her shoulder for support because she knew her knees would give out. Fleur hummed, and its vibration sent chills down Athena's spine.
Athena had to hold back her moans because they didn't cast the Muffliato Charm. Instead, their wands were on the bed, and Athena was clouded with pleasure that she couldn't think properly to cast the charm. Knowing Fleur, the charm will not be up. Fleur knew that Athena was close despite having just started, thanks to how hard she gripped her hair, her breathing getting heavier, and her walls clenching around her tongue. As well as Legillemency.
"Damn, I was still sensitive from last night," Athena thought. So it was getting harder to hold back her moans that she resorted to biting her hand. Finally, Fleur squeezed her thigh, allowing Athena to come undone. Within seconds, Athena came with a not-so muffled moan while Fleur helped her calm down from her high.
Athena slid down and sat on Fleur's thighs. Fleur smirked while Athena rolled her eyes. "Should I continue?"
"I wish. If you keep going, I will not be able to walk, and I want to walk. It's the Quidditch World Cup Final."
"I know; I'm excited too. Ireland versus Bulgaria, an interesting matching," Fleur commented as she rubbed Athena's sides up and down and placed small kisses on her neck. "Ma Chérie, you are so wet that I need to change my trousers."
