Accidental Marriage
“You know, not that I don’t love having you around here, don’t you think you’re being a little bit excessive?” Ginny asked, taking a sip from her cup while looking at her brunette friend who was bundled up on her couch with one of her homemade blankets that her mother was determined to give her as a house warming gift when she finally moved out of the house. Hermione turned and glared at Ginny, tightening the blanket around her before shivering.
“If you were in my shoes, you would do exactly the same.”
“Really? Cause if I were in your shoes and had a hot blonde married to me, I would not be hanging around in my best friend’s house. Especially when I have a nice big mansion to live in and soak up in the luxurious lifestyle offered to me.”
“You do not understand. That woman is crazy.”
“Crazy in love it seems.”
“Shut up.” Hermione trembled as she thought back to that cocky blonde woman who undressed Hermione with her eyes as she looked at her. Hermione has been hiding out at Ginny’s home ever since Fleur found out where she lived. The blonde absolutely could not take no for an answer and the endless amounts of flowers and gifts getting sent to her address was only the beginning. To think that one night in Vegas just changed her life completely and not in a good way.
Hermione’s friends were determined to get her to join them for their weekend escape to Las Vegas, the city who never sleeps. With all their jobs and adult life taking over, her friends wished to truly live out their young adult lives and so they booked a weekend trip to Las Vegas and they were determined to bring Hermione with. Hermione was doing a good job at her workplace and she adapted to the term workaholic very quickly due to the way she always was in school and in university, but her friends would not take no for an answer. They were not going to have the time of their lives drinking and partying and leave behind one of their best friends. And so, Hermione found herself in an airplane flying to Sin City with her friends excitedly looking forward to the trip.
Although Hermione refused to admit it out loud, she was glad that she was brought along. It was a great experience being a tourist at Las Vegas and she and her friends explored every part of it, although at night was the best time because they all decided to hit the club. While Hermione is not one who usually parties, Ginny and she went shopping that day and bought the most outstanding club outfits which surprised even Hermione with how good she looked. Ginny grinned as she finished up doing Hermione’s make up and stepped back and nodded at her masterpiece called Hermione Granger.
“Damn, I am good.”
Hermione just rolled her eyes at her friend’s words, but she smiled secretly as her other fiends saw her when she and Ginny came down from their room. Both Harry’s and Ron’s jaws dropped as they saw her, not used to seeing their bookworm and workaholic friend in such a riveting outfit. Luna smiled as she walked over and threaded her hand through Hermione’s other arm as her other was already occupied by Ginny who was smirking at her friend’s reactions.
“You look beautiful Hermione. So gorgeous.” And Hermione blushed brightly at the words, thanking the blonde quietly before allowing herself to be led by the two with the two boys scurrying after them to a taxi to take them to the club.
Of course, seeing that they were in Vegas, they went to the most outstanding club there was. Only booked guests were allowed in due to Harry having certain connections, he got them on the guest list and the guard let them in with a nod, allowing all of them to enter the world of Sin City. The club was outstanding. It had neon lights and shimmering sparkles everywhere, the bodies of people rocking to the music on the dance floor was seen and there were even dancers who were dancing in the air, almost like they were flying while they were actually attacked to platforms and they danced and seduced the crowd as the music thundered in the area. The bar was spread across the wall and it gleamed in a seductive blue neon light as people drank at it and the bartender did fancy tricks to impress the small proud that gathered as he prepared rinks. It was obviously a very VIP club and it was all at their fingers to enjoy the taste of sin of Vegas.
Harry and Ron immediately went to the bar while the girls went to the dance floor. Hermione felt a little bit awkward, not used to such settings but Ginny gabbed her hands and forced her to dance, jumping up and down swinging the brunette around to get her into the rhythm of the music. Luna was doing her own sort of dance, a bit questionable but the blonde seemed happy in her own little world despite some of the glances which she was getting from other club goers. Deciding that maybe Hermione needed a bit of liquid courage to get her more into the mood, she dragged the brunette to the bar where Ron was already getting into a chugging competition with another club goer while Harry just sipped his own drink and watching his friend losing miserably. Calling out the bartender, ordered the two of them shots and drinks and got the brunette to open up slightly, clinking her shot glass with hers before downing it. The alcohol burned as it went down Hermione’s throat but she didn’t have much time to think about it before another shot was poured and she was knocking her head back again to keep up with her best friend.
Eventually, the alcohol began to set in a bit and Hermione was at least a little bit tipsy when she went back to the dance floor with Ginny, dancing more with rhythm to the music which pounded in the room and the beat thumping in Hermione’s head as she put her hands up and danced. Ginny cheered as she danced along with the brunette and soon the two of them were living it up with the other dancers, completely oblivious to the eyes which were locked in on them. Hermione could feel the beat of the music in her body and she just let herself ago for the first time in a long time. She was usually the partier, but it was nice to just let loose once in a while, especially since Hermione has been hyper focused on completing her tasks for her boss at work. She remained oblivious to everything else and of course she didn’t notice that she was being stalked by a certain someone until she found a hand touching her waist and found herself getting turned around to look into deep blue eyes that just seemed to go on forever.
The woman in front of her was beautiful, beyond beautiful. In fact, she was too beautiful for words. She had shimmering blonde hair that went to her waist and she had perfectly pale skin which almost seemed to shine in the club’s lights. Her eyes were also a very dark blue, almost looking back when the shadows of the club cast over her eyes but they were blue nonetheless and Hermione felt herself getting lost in her gaze as the blondes hands on her waist pulled her close, almost flush against her body and she felt the blonde’s breath tickle her face as she breathed.
“There must be something wrong with my eyes because I can’t seem to take them off you.”
Hermione felt herself blushed at the words the blonde whispered to her, hearing the lilt of a French accent in her voice though the woman did speak English very well. Hermione stared at her wide eyed, sobering up slightly but the blonde smirked wickedly which just made her face look even more beautiful and she tugged Hermione closer so that their chests were pressed against each other and Hermione couldn’t stop the gasp escaping her mouth due to the spark which shot through her from the proximity.
“I have never seen you around here before, I wouldn’t ever forget such a beautiful woman.”
Hermione was at a loss for words. This blonde woman just appeared out of nowhere and was now high key flirting with the brunette. Something seriously must be wrong. Is she hallucinating? She must be hallucinating. There is no way that this woman was real. The woman chuckled, her voice slightly husky and snapping Hermione out of her thoughts as she leaned her face close to hers, her nose slightly brushing against the brunettes.
“Oh believe me ange, I am very much real. I am not a hallucination.”
Oh my gosh, she actually said her thoughts out loud. Hermione felt herself burning in embarrassment and she heard the blonde coo at the sight, lifting her one hand to trace the red cheek with an almost adoring look in her eye. Hermione’s mouth was open, struggling to get a single word out, mind completely blank from the proximity of the beautiful blonde. For once, Hermione had nothing to say. She felt like she was under some kind of thrall with how stupid she was behaving. Hermione has always been able to handle herself in every situation. She prides herself on her level headedness and her ability to adapt to any given situation. But of course tossing in a beautiful blonde who seemed very intent in staying close to her is a way which wipes every aspect of Hermione’s composure away and the brunette had no idea what to do about it. The blonde decided to fill in the small silence that occurred between them, not at all acknowledging the music in the club had she lowered her hand from Hermione’s cheek to grab Hermione’s one which was hanging limply by her side and brought it up to her lips to press a kiss to her knuckles.
“May I know the name of the Ange in front of me?”
There is no way Hermione could go any redder. Her skin burned where the blonde’s lips had touched her and she swallowed a huge lump in her throat before finally being able to speak again.
“H-Hermione.”
“Hermione…”
Hermione couldn’t stop the shiver that went through her body as she heard her name falling from the blonde’s lips. The blonde smiled as she tested her name on her lips and she brought Hermione’s palm to her face and pressed it against her cheek and kept it there, leaning into the touch and making Hermione stare in shock at the gesture.
“Such a beautiful name for a beautiful girl.”
The stare that the blonde had was so intense and Hermione couldn’t help but crumble under it. She has never experienced such sensations before maybe it was the alcohol talking, but she felt herself going crazy at the moment and the reason for it was the blonde right in front of her.
“W-What is your name?” Hermione almost clapped herself on the back for being able to say a full sentence to the woman. The blonde grinned widely before pressing a kiss to Hermione’s open pal, not letting go of her hand even for a second as she lowered it from her face.
“Fleur Delacour.”
“Fleur…”
It could have been a trick of the light, but Hermione could swear that she saw Fleur shiver from the way Hermione said her name. She licked her lips nervously, unsure how to go any further and that was when Fleur decided to act again, indicating towards the bar with a nod of her head without looking away from her.
“Shall I get you a drink? I would love to know more about you Hermione.”
Trying not to shiver from her name getting said, Hermione nodded. “Okay.”
Hermione groaned as her eyes fluttered open, her head pounding because of last night’s festivities. It felt like her head was splitting open with how much of a hangover she had. Note to self, never drink again, Hermione reminded herself, raising her hand to wipe the hair from her face and to give her a clearer view of the room she was in. The sound of a shower was the only thing she could hear besides the pounding of her head as she attempted to sit up, the sheets falling down her naked body.
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NAKED!
Hermione looked down and was shocked to see that she was in fact naked and she immediately grabbed the sheets and pulled them back up to cover her chest, panic filling her. But as she grabbed the sheet, a glint on her finger from the light of the room caught her attention. Turning to it, Hermione felt herself get drowned in shock when she saw what was on her finger. A ring. A big, diamond ring which shined proudly and elegantly in the bedroom light. Hermione felt like the world was swept out from under her feet and she just stared at the ring like it was branded into her skin. What. The. Hell. Why was there a ring on her finger and why was she naked?! Hermione forced her gaze away from the obviously expensive piece of jewellery and looked around, seeing that she was in a very fancy hotel room. Gold and white being the main colour scheme as the lush furniture was white with gold trimmings and the other items in the room having a similar appearance. She then turned her head to the closed door connected to the bedroom where she could hear water running and a serene singing voice coming from it.
Hermione eyes widened as she realised what had just happened. Glimpses of what happened flashed through her head, shocking her even more with how she behaved. She got drunk. So incredibly drunk that she was far beyond her limit, yet she had managed to keep walking. She remembers walking out the club, stumbling through the street but holding onto someone who whispered something in her ear which made her laugh, and she remembers walking into another building, lots of shiny stuff surrounding her. She remembers nuzzling into someone’s body, clinging to them and craving for their warmth. She felt an arm wrap around her and a kiss pressed against her forehead which made her smile. She was then moving again and she went into another building, getting held closely as she heard another language getting spoken. French maybe? She doesn’t remember But then she was standing in front of someone and a guy dressed in black was speaking about something, going on and on about something until finally she felt something getting slipped onto her finger and then her lips sealed with a passionate kiss, warmth filling her entire body as she felt herself getting pulled into a warmth embrace, arms tightening as if they never wanted to let go. And then after that…
Hermione was taken out of her musings when the bathroom door opened and someone walked in, wrapped in a towel, and humming slightly as they were rubbing their hair with a towel to dry. Hermione’s jaw dropped and eyes widened when their eyes looked up and locked with hers. Those damn blue eyes that could hypnotise anyone.
“F-Fleur?” Hermione stared at the blonde in shock and said blonde grinned widely as she realised that Hermione was now awake.
“Good morning chérie, how did you sleep?”
Hermione didn’t answer back, instead paling as her memories became a bit clearer and she realised that the person that she spent the rest of her night with was the French woman who was with her right now. Flashed of blonde and blue eyes went through her mind and she gulped as she clutched the sheet closer to her chest.
“W-W-Why are you here? Where am I? Where are we?” Fleur dropped the towel that she had around her body and Hermione immediately looked away from the sight of naked Fleur, blushing brightly at the woman’s blatant disregard of the audience she had in the room. Fleur reached out and grabbed some leg lotion of the table and began to apply it to her legs and body.
“We are in the Honeymoon suite at one of my hotels. I thought it was a very appropriate place to be especially after last night.”
“L-Last night?” Hermione’s heart was hammering, and she dared to look back at the blonde and jumped slightly when she was met with those beautiful blue eyes again. Fleur grinned as she took in Hermione’s blushing face after seeing her naked body, loving the colour red on the brunette’s cheeks.
“Oui and I must say, our wedding was wonderful. Quick, but I do believe that activities after the ceremony are much better to be looked forward to. I certainly enjoyed last night.” Her blue eyes darkened slightly and a glint of desire was swirling in them as she looked at Hermione, licking her bottom lip as she recalled how lovely the girl sounded when she touched a sensitive spot of hers last night. Hermione immediately paled and she snapped her gaze to the ring, which was shining proudly on her finger, perfectly fitted, and gorgeously shining. She then snapped her gaze back to fleur, who was watching her closely.
“W-Wait. You mean you are telling me,” She raised her hand, showing the ring to blonde while visibly trying not to shake. “That we are married.”
“Oui, till death do us part.” Fleur raised her finger and Hermione was shocked to see a matching ring shining just as proudly against the blonde’s finger as she smiled widely at Hermione. Shock filled Hermione and her mind began to go a mile per minute as she desperately tried to remember what happened last night. She was shocked beyond belief. Married? She was married? And to Fleur nonetheless? She hardly knew the woman, only meeting her last night! Why on earth would she marry a woman she had just met?
“No, we’re not.” Hermione immediately denied. There was no way that this was happening. She was not married. This woman had to be pulling some sort of joke on her. Maybe Ginny is in on it. She does love doing these types of jokes on her, she is probably hiding in that walk-in closet over there with a camera and everything. She has to. This is a joke. She isn’t married. She isn’t.
“Yes, we are. We had a ceremony and everything. Here is our marriage certificate.” Fleur lifted a piece of paper and Hermione’s eyes widened as she recognised the signature of hers on the dotted line at the bottom right besides Fleurs very elaborate signature.
“B-But we don’t even know each other! We literally met last night!” Hermione exclaimed, sitting up more straight on the bed but immediately clutching the sheet closer to her body when she noticed Fleur’s eyes dipping down to her chest which was nearly exposed by the slipping sheets. Fleur glanced back up to her eyes and smirked.
“Ah, but when you know you have met the one, then what is the point of waiting?”
“What are you talking about?”
Fleur placed the lotion back on the table and picked up a silk bathrobe which was hanging off the chair and wrapped it around herself before gliding towards Hermione, who began to panic the closer that she got closer to her. She pressed herself against the headboard, clutching at the sheets to give herself some decency and gulped as the blonde crawled onto the bed on all fours, a dangerous smirk on her face as she crawled up the bed until she was straddling the brunette, arms on either side of her on the mattress as she leaned closer to her. Hermione could smell the shampoo which she had used to wash her hair and she gulped as those swirling blue pools gazes intensely at her, promise and passion lighted in them as they continued to stare at her.
“I wanted you the second I saw you. I knew that I wanted to marry you. I knew right then and there. And so, I decided to take what I want. I wanted you and now I have you. We got married last night and made love right here on this bed, becoming wife and wife in the eyes of the world and the law.” Fleur lifted her hand and cupped Hermione’s jaw, her fingers slowly trailing down her neck and then cupping her at the back of it as she continued to stare at the wide eyed brunette “I have never been affected by someone so greatly like I am affected by you. I simply could not wait. I wanted to be your wife and I wanted you to be mine. So, I took the opportunity when it presented itself.”
Hermione stared at Fleur like she grew two heads, shaking her head as memories of last night smacked her brain, making her gasp in shock at how she was.
Her lips attacked to Fleurs; pale arms wrapped around her body as she was guided backwards towards the bed. Hermione was already undressing Fleur, her fingers rather clumsily pulling Fleur’s outfit apart before the blonde pulled back just to strip off her shirt herself before kissing Hermione again, her tongue meeting hers in an instant. She remembers being pressed into the mattress, her naked body on display to the blonde who licked her lips before diving forward, licking, and biting at Hermione’s breast. She moaned and screamed as the night went further, Fleur’s head traveling down her body and connecting with her lower lips, eating her out like she was the first meal that she had in weeks. She remembers getting blinded with pleasure as she came, her legs wrapped around Fleur’s head as she helped her ride it out, her hands on Hermione’s breasts not stopping their kneading and pinching for even a second. And then Hermione found herself pleasuring the blonde in return. She pulled the blonde on top of her and then got her to sit above her face and allow her to eat her out just as she did to her. She clutched those quivering thighs that were shaking above her and the most delicious sounds of French falling from the blonde’s mouth just motivated the brunette even more. She teased the blonde and then made her come hard, her tongue never stopping until Fleur comply slumped against the headboard, exhaustion in her movements. And then they went at it again, limbs entwined and tongues at work for the rest of the night. Their fingers exploring each other and mapping out each other’s bodies while the moon and stars shined outside, being the only witness of the acts between the two.
“B-But why do you want me? You hardly know me! Just who do you think you are to marry me without my permission! I was drunk! I was not in the right state of mind to make such a decision!” Hermione exclaimed, raising a finger to point at the blonde but then yelped when the blonde tried to nip at it playfully. Fleur simply smirked and brushed her nose against Hermione’s and making the brunette blush brightly.
“You were quite in the right mindset when I asked you to marry me. By your words, I believe you said ‘Let’s do it! I’ve always wanted to marry a goddess’ and you were the one who pulled me out of the club and towards the jewellery store for us to get rings. Of course, I had to make a few calls to organise the ceremony, which was only perfect for us, but we managed to get it done. It was beautiful by the way. I had one of my men take a video for us to show our families and friends.”
Hermione refused to believe tis, her face paling as she continued to stare at the smirking blonde as she felt her fingers gently twirling around the back of Hermione’s hair on her neck. “J-Just who do you think you are! I-I didn’t agree to this! You can’t just marry me out of the blue like this! You had no right!”
“Quite contrary mon amour, I do have the right. A Delacour always gets what they want one way or another and I was simply taking what I want. I wanted you and now I have you and I couldn’t be any happier.” She leaned in to try steal a kiss from the brunette, but she was met with Hermione’s palm who immediately pushed her away, not allowing her to get any closer to her.
“Oh, I don’t think so. I do not accept this. You hear me? I do not accept this! I don’t care who you think you are, but I am not remaining married to you. I am not your wife!”
“Oh, but you are.” Fleur grabbed her wrist and pinned it to the headboard, grinning as she grabbed Hermione’s other wrist which tried to push her away and pinned it to the headboard as well. Hermione’s eyes widened in panic as the sheets fell away from her chest but Fleur didn’t seem entirely focused on that at all she leaned forward so that her mouth as only a breath away from Hermione’s and her chest was pressed against hers. “No matter what, I will not let you go. You were mine the second I saw you and I will not let my wife leave me when our love story has barely started.”
And then she slammed her lips against Hermione’s, passion filling it as she pressed herself closer to the brunette
To keep the story short, Hermione managed to get out of the blonde’s gripped and slapped the hell out of her before darting off the bed and running away. Yep. Hermione Granger ran away. Although by law, guess you could say her name is Hermione Delacour now. But Hermione absolutely refused to accept it. But the first thing she needed to do was to run away from the very amorous French woman. Hermione grabbed a bathrobe and ran out the room, ignoring the calls from the blonde as she ran down the hotel corridor and rounded the corner. She needed to escape and that was final.
It was one hell of a story to tell when she called Ginny from the Hotel’s phone, trying her best not to melt from embarrassment by the stares she was getting from all the guests. Ginny was in completely disbelief that the calm and collected Hermione had actually gotten hitched in Vegas.
“That is only something which is supposed to happen in the movies!”
“Well I guess my life is a movie then!”
After that, Hermione and her friends had to cut their trip short, the brunette uncaring that the boys had more plans to do as she did not want to stay in a city where that blonde was prowling around. When they got on the plane and arrived home, she thought that it was the last time that would ever see the French woman ever again. But boy was she wrong.
Turns out that her beloved wife was part of a very prestigious family the Delacour’s, one of the richest families in the world. Her family was involved in business and politics and so she had connections everywhere. And due to being the oldest and heir to the business and family, Fleur was very well adept to all fields necessary for her to inherit the business and so she was very skillful in a lot of areas. And one area which Fleur was particularly skilled at was finding people.
Hermione was at work when the blonde all but strutted in, eyes scanning the office before settling on the brunette who was frozen in her seat in shock. Her boss leapt to his feet, surprised to see the Fleur Delacour in his building and he hurried towards her with a wide smile on his face.
“Miss Delacour! What a surprise for you to be- “
But Fleur completely brushed past him, ignoring every word he said and walked towards Hermione with a wide smile on her face. She walked to the brunette and pulled her into a kiss, making everyone stare in shock at seeing the heiress of the prestigious Delacour family locking lips with one of their juniors in the business. The heiress pulled back and grinned widely before pressing a kiss to the shocked Hermione’s cheek.
“Bonjour Mon amour. How are you today?”
And it only got worse after that. Fleur managed to find out everything about Hermione. She found out where the brunette lived and where her parents lived, making impromptu visits which either ended with Hermione slamming the door in her face or the brunette completely running away for the blonde to only chase after her. After the constant direct rejections from the brunette, Fleur began sending gifts and flowers to Hermione at work and at her home, driving the brunette crazy with the endless amount piling up in her apartment and workplace. It was crazy. So much so, Hermione decided to take refuge at her friends’ houses to avoid the blonde’s amorous advance, needing an escape form the out of world actions.
“I must say Hermione, I seriously think you’ve hit the jackpot with this. Maybe take this as a blessing in disguise. She seems pretty keen on you.” Ginny said, smiling at the brunette as she glared at her.
“She can be keen all she wants. I will not simply accept my position in her life. She married me against my will. I refuse to associate with a woman like that.”
“But you still said, ‘I do’ so clearly there must have been some part of you wanting to agree with her!” Hermione blushed brightly, knowing that the red head might be onto something. Even when drunk, Hermione is very stubborn and when she wants to do something, she does it. And she will not deny that there was an attraction to the blonde which the brunette did not want to admit.
“W-Whatever. I don’t want to talk other. She has to give up eventually.”
“I’m not sure about that Mione. Looking up her family and seeing all their public appearances, it is pretty obvious that they are not ones who give up. In fact, I think you are making it fun for her with you hiding away.”
“I am not hiding away! I am simply seeking refuge.”
“Same thing and what make you think she won’t find you? She knows where you live and your parents live, it is only a matter of time before she finds out where I live.”
“Nonsense. She won’t. you’re safe Gin. I promise.”
And just then, there was a doorbell ring at Ginny’s apartment and the red head cautiously got up and headed towards the door and opened it up to see a delivery man with a huge bouquet of roses in his hand. He looked at Ginny with tired eyes. “You Mrs Delacour?”
“No but she is in here. I’ll take them. Thank you very much.”
The delivery man nodded and handed Ginny the flowers before walking away, prompting Ginny to close the door behind her and heading back to the shocked brunette with a raised eyebrow. “You promise, huh?” She looked at the flowers and then plucked a card from the middle of them. “Oh look, she even left you a note.”
Hermione reached out and plucked the note from her friend’s hand and groaned as she saw the cursive writing which she has come to recognise as the blonde heiress’s handwriting.
You may run and you may hide
But I will always find you by my side
You may fight and you may deny
But you are the only one who makes my heart fly
I have lots of patience, my heart
And I intend to make our love story into beautiful art
You can try and hide from me
But I’ll find you, this I guarantee
So, keep trying to play this game
But in the end, you heart is what I will tame
“This woman is so infuriating!” Hermione yelled, glaring at the beautiful letters staring up at her and Ginny sired as she placed the flowers in a vase and leaned on the kitchen counter to look at her friend.
“So, must I add that to your collection of letters that she has sent you?”
Hermione just blushed in response, clutching the letter tightly as her mind filled with memories of the blonde’s continuous attempts to woo the girl back into her arms. Overall with all of this, Hermione must admit one thing even though her pride does not want to accept it.
The blonde is very determined and it will only be a matter of time before her defences will be worn down by the blondes advances.