Boss's Daughter
“I don’t know Fleur, are you sure that it is okay for me to come? I don’t want to intrude on a family event. Especially your family event.” Hermione bit her lip nervously as she laid on her stomach and watched as her blonde girlfriend waltzed out the bathroom, A white towel wrapped around her body and another towel rubbing her beautiful blonde locks. Fleur tsked at Hermione and flicked her hair back over her head as she looked at the brunette on her bed.
“My love, I’m telling you that it will be okay. Maman is very excited to meet you.”
“Really? Because I am pretty sure that she would much rather see you with someone more…reputable.”
Fleur tsked again and walked towards her, dropping her hair drying towel to the floor and took a seat beside her on the bed, her hand going to those favourite brown locks which she loves to play with. She threaded her fingers through Hermione’s hair and the brunette couldn’t help but flutter her eyes close at the sensation, letting out a slightly groan of appreciation. She didn’t need to open her eyes to see that Fleur was smiling.
“My maman cares only for my happiness. And you make me happy. Therefore, she already loves you as much as I do.”
“But…I’m not nearly as impressive as your ex. Bill was really someone who- “
“Do not mention the name of that man again.”
Fleur’s nose crinkled in disgust and she tugged slightly at Hermione’s hair as a warning that her demand better be followed or there will be consequences. Hermione couldn’t hep but smile softly at Fleur’s reaction. Yes, Bill Weasley was the ex-lover of her girlfriend. The two of them went out with one another for four years until finally Fleur broke up with him. Her reasoning being ‘That man was simply comfortable with being labelled as my lover and nothing else. Our relationship had no future and he did not want to change that. I will not be with someone who simply wants to be with me because of my name.’ And so that relationship went down the drain, but Fleur found herself falling in love again with a brunette who happened to work at her father’s business.
Michel Delacour was a man who was very popular in politics. He was charming, smart, and very hard working and so he was very popular in the political world as well as with the public. And with such a well-respected man, there comes a very well-respected family. Fleur was the eldest daughter of Michel and his wife Apolline and she was very much in the public eye due to her relation to her father. Although she was very much poplar herself due to her occupation as a model. Gabrielle was still in still, a private academy known as Beauxbatons where only the richest children ever go to and where Fleur of course graduated from. The Delacour family was huge and they were dubbed the ‘Royal Family of France’ and were held in a very high regard by the public. So of course, when someone is dating one of the members of the Delacour family, it was big news. It was just as bad as the royal family in England getting monitored. Eyes and ears are everywhere regarding in knowing about the Delacour family. And to think that such a prestigious member of the family would fall in love with an ordinary woman like Hermione.
She was transferred over to Michel’s working office from England, a part of the English political team to try providing an outer perspective to the political party in France. At first Hermione thought her boss was joking but Minerva had been one to joke around and so when she was sent over to Paris to start working for the Delacour political party, she just had to accept it. The biggest problem for the brunette was learning the French language. But being the overachiever and perfectionist she is, Hermione dedicated herself to learning the language and so the month she had to prepare for her trip to Paris was spent with her reading over French books and going to French classes to learn and master the language. It was the most satisfying feeling for the brunette when she arrived at the office the day she went to work for the first time and she could understand and speak the language well, surprising her colleagues there.
Of course she was not a native and so she did stumble a bit sometimes with the language but she all but took it into stride, slowly finding herself getting accepted into the new work environment while maintaining her relationships back in London with her old colleagues and friends. Her best friend Ginny of course wanted updates all the time, an endless number of photos getting sent to her whenever she had the chance. The red head did express envy for Hermione getting to travel for her job while she was stuck back at London but she was happy for her friend and threw the biggest party you could ever imagine the night before she had to leave.
“Be sure to snag a French hottie for me Hermione! And make sure that they have a friend!”
Hermione smacked her friend with a bright red face, embarrassed at her announcing the request out loud. She was going there for work and to help with her own resume. She doesn’t think that she will even have the time to try start a relationship with someone, much less finding someone suitable for her redheaded friend. But then she was just proven wrong by the blonde beauty.
Her colleagues could not deny that Hermione was brilliant and knowledgeable and that her ideas and thoughts were worth listening to. She was proven invaluable in the team and so Hermione found herself fitting in quite well with the French crowd. She would even help some people out with speaking English, wanting to create a diversity with communication as the office did meet with quite a few English speakers in politics. And maybe that was one of the things which caught the attention from Fleur to Hermione. The blonde was interested when she heard the English language getting spoken in the office when she walked in to visit her father and saw it was coming from the beautiful brunette who was standing over one of the workers and reading out loud a document which was sent to him which was written in English. Fleur was not blind, and it was obvious that the brunette was gorgeous. Beautiful in fact. And she stood out in the office and even though Fleur did not know her, she was interested to know her. She knew most of those who worked in the office, but the brunette was someone entirely new and had some shroud of mystery to her. And that is what made the blonde curious of the brunette.
Of course, anyone would notice Fleur walking in due to her superior beauty and would try converse with her because of her association and relation with Michel, but Hermione absolutely was oblivious to her. The first time Fleur actually met Hermione was when the brunette bumped into her when she was visiting her father once again and was walking around the corner to only be bumped into by a brunette who was absorbed in an document she was reading. Luckily neither of them had fallen but Hermione raised her head to look at the shocked blue eyes that were looking at her, guilt filling the brunette.
“I’m so sorry! I wasn’t looking where I was going. Are you okay?” It was an automatic instinct for Hermione to speak in English at first but seeing the slightly confused look in the blonde’s face, Hermione quickly switched to French. “Are you okay? I’m so sorry, I wasn’t focusing on where I was going.”
Fleur was impressed by the brunette’s ability to switch between two languages and looking at her closely, she couldn’t help but admire how beautiful the brunette was. Her hazel eyes shined in the light and her brown hair was curly and went down past her shoulders which Fleur was tempted to just curl around her finger. She was pretty. Beautiful. And Fleur was interested. Flashing her charming smile, she shook her head and reached out to touch Hermione’s arm.
“All is okay thank you. I hope I didn’t hurt you. It would be a shame that such a beautiful woman can get hurt.”
“Ah no I’m fine. Sorry again.”
Hermione didn’t seem to catch the compliment that Fleur gave her and so the blonde decided to see just how far she could go, the brunette interesting her even more.
“Is there anything I can do to make it up to you? After all, I was the one to bump into you.” Fleur made sure to stroke her finger slightly against the brunette arm, trying to get a gauge of her reaction but was shocked at Hermione’s next words. “No need. I was the one who wasn’t watching where I was going so you don’t need to make up for anything. But anyway, I don’t want to waste anymore time. Sorry that I am being rude, but I really need to deliver this paper to one of my superiors. Bye.”
Hermione smiled politely at Fleur before pulling away, walking around the blonde and then heading around the corner which Fleur just came around. Fleur froze for a few moments, trying to comprehend what had just happened. Usually anyone in the office would try converse with the blonde for longer. Either interested in her romantically or trying to get closer to her family or her father. But the brunette completely excused herself and walked away, not prolonging the meeting between the two like Fleur is used to. That was something new. And slowly a smile came across Fleur’s face as she turned around to look at the empty air at the corner where the brunette had just disappeared around. Hermione just interested her and Fleur was going to find out more about her.
To cut a long story short, Hermione found herself becoming the target of her boss’s daughter’s curiosity. Hermione didn’t actually know that Fleur was Michel’s daughter until one of her colleagues told her when Fleur caught her during her lunch break and was determined to buy her some lunch despite the brunette’s constant objections. To say she was shocked was an understatement and she began to act a little bit more careful with Fleur as she didn’t want to trigger anything which could jeopardise her job but the blonde proved to be stubborn and even though Hermione expressed her hesitance of befriending her, the blonde had a fiery temper which matched her stubbornness.
“What does my father have to do with me wanting to know you? I can be with whoever I want and I want you!”
Blushing intensely at the blonde’s words, Hermione found herself apologising and then accepting the blonde’s friendship, earning herself two kisses on the cheeks from said blonde. The two of them became fast friends, something which surprised the office and a few of Fleur’s friends seeing that the two seemingly seem like opposites and yet the chemistry between the two was palpable. The friendship between the two deepened and they found themselves falling for one another, something which Hermione had not planned for at all since arriving to Paris. The two became lovers and so the blonde became a part of her life at a fast pace which should scare the brunette but was very much welcomed by her because of how endearing the blonde was to her. And so, after a few months of dating, Fleur wanted Hermione to go to a family dinner with her and to be introduced as her girlfriend to her family. And that was a terrifying motion to the brunette.
“But what if they don’t like me Fleur?”
“My love, they already adore you! I have told them so much about you! They are all excited to meet you.”
Hermione looked at her sceptically. “They?”
Fleur grinned widely and then began to count on her fingers of her family members she began to list. “Maman, Grandmaman, Gabrielle, Veronique, Diana, Celine, Michael, Hugh, Gabriel, Louis, Victor, Alexander-“
“Just who are all coming to this thing?!”
“My whole family, cousins included. It has been so long since we have all had a family dinner. My maman wanted to make it special.”
“Now I’m even more nervous!”
“Don’t be my love, they all are eager to meet you!”
“Even your father?”
Hermione hasn’t properly met Michel Delacour as Fleur’s girlfriend yet. Yes, the two of them have met numerous times at work with Michel being incredibly charming and kind to her, welcoming her to his party when she arrived and making sure that she is comfortable but it is almost like it has been an invisible barrier keeping the two of them from seeing each other since she and Fleur became official. Hermione has seen him from afar or walking with a group of people, but otherwise has not met with him face to face since then and Hermione was absolutely terrified.
“Yes, even my papa. I’m telling you my love; everything will be fine.”
“Ughhhh, I’m not sure about this Fleur.”
Hermione rolled away from her girlfriend and covered her eyes, stress eating away at her as she thought about all the scenarios of what could possibly go wrong if she went to the dinner. Of course, she had to go because otherwise Fleur will get very sulky if she didn’t go, and then that leads to a weeklong sulk session of her ignoring the brunette and being completely petty when they are together. She sighed as she rubbed her face, this was something that she had to face, and she knew that it would make Fleur happy if she went.
“My my mom amour, you sound so stressed,” Hermione immediately tensed when she heard that very seductive voice which Fleur has whenever she is up to something and she jumped when she felt fingers trailing along her bare shoulder, pulling down the bed sheets to reveal her already bare back which was graced with scratch marks from last night. She heard a shuffle behind her and the suddenly felt lips trailing along her shoulder up to her neck, Fleur’s breath tickling her and leaving goosebumps along her skin. “How about I give you something to take you out of that beautiful mind of yours?”
Fleur bit down on Hermione’s earlobe and pulled slightly, knowing that it was a weak spot to the brunette and Hermione let out a moan at the sensation and knew that she had just succumb to her girlfriends charms again as she found herself getting turned over and graced with the image of Fleur taking off the towel from her body and lowering herself on top of Hermione’s equally naked body and to delve into sensations that the two of them had experienced the previous night.
“You are evil.” Hermione gasped, twisting her fingers into Fleur’s blonde locks as the blonde began to kiss her way down Hermione’s chest, her hand already going down south where Hermione needed her the most. She felt Fleur grin as her mouth covered Hermione’s breast.
“No, I am just a good girlfriend.”
And then they made love for the rest of the morning.
Fleur entwined her fingers with Hermione and brought her hand up to her lips to press a delicate kiss to her knuckles as Fleur’s driver drove up the very long driveway of the Delacour estate and parked outside the front entrance. Fleur cupped Hermione’s face and pulled her into a quick, but passionate kiss before pulling away with a small smile.
“Everything will be okay Hermione.”
Hermione gulped. “I hope so.”
Fleur leaned in and gave her a chaste kiss before the driver opened the door for her and she got out, not letting Hermione’s hand go at all as she helped the brunette out and then guided her towards the door. The inside of the mansion was just as luxurious as the outside of the mansion looked and Hermione couldn’t help but be in awe of the architecture and interior design of the place as Fleur guided her through her home. Fleur giggled at Hermione’s awe and pressed a kiss to her cheek when they eventually found themselves outside a very large door.
“Ready?”
“As I’ll ever be.”
Fleur kissed her again on the cheek before opening the door and leading the two of them through into the living room. Most of her family was already sitting there on the couches, talking happily to one another. Fleur’s cousins all sat on the couches, dressed in designer wear just as Fleur was while the older adults sat at a large table where tea was being served with snacks. Eyes immediately turned to the entrance of Fleur and Hermione and the younger version of Fleur came jumping up to greet them
“Fleur!” Gabrielle tackled her sister in the hug and Hermione let go of her girlfriend’s hand so that the blonde could wrap her arms around her sister and hug her tightly.
“Gabrielle! I’ve missed you!”
“Not as much as I’ve missed you!”
The two sisters hugged each other tightly while the other cousins all cheered Fleur’s name and got up to go greet their cousin as enthusiastically as Gabrielle. Hermione awkwardly stood by the side as she watched her girlfriend getting embraced by her family members. All of them chatted excitedly to one another, wanting to catch up on lost time and asking about each others doings since they last seen each other. Hermione almost thought that maybe she could still escape seeing that their attention was on the blonde but then she was proven wrong when Gabrielle turned and took notice of Hermione’s presence. She squealed excitedly as she clapped her hands excitedly and hurried towards her.
“You must be Hermione! It’s so wonderful to meet you!”
Hermione barely stopped herself from falling when she felt the younger blonde lunge for a hug and then seconds afterwards, she was being handed around and embraced by every single cousin, wide smiles on their faces as they greeted her.
“Oh my gosh, you are so beautiful!”
“I love your hair!”
“You truly are one of a kind.”
“If things don’t work out with Fleur, just know that I will be here to catch you when you fall.”
“Victor!”
Fleur swatted her dark-haired cousin in retaliation to his words and glared intensely at him while the man simply grinned cheekily at Fleur, not at all apologetic to what he said to the blushing brunette. Hermione was feeling quite overwhelmed with all the affectionate kisses and hugs that she was receiving by the others, her shy bookworm side coming out. No matter what, she still was not used to the French’s affectionate manners. The French were not shy with showing affection and that was something Hermione struggled with at times, especially when it came to a lot of people.
“Come on now, let me meet her.”
A different voice interred the air and the others separated to reveal an older, more sophisticated version of Fleur. She had long blonde hair and clear blue eyes just like Fleur and she was undoubtedly beautifully, so much so that Hermione could swear that she was glowing. This was no doubt Fleur’s mother, Apolline Delacour. Her eyes scanned Hermione from head to toe, carefully taking in the figure of which is Hermione Granger and then stopped when she was staring into her hazel eyes. Then she smiled. Hermione yelped slightly when she was pulled into a hug and she was completely frozen as she felt Apolline hugging her tightly.
“Its so lovely to meet you Hermione! Fleur has told is so much about you!”
She pulled back and smiled widely at Hermione, who was blushing brightly due to being so tightly embraced by the older woman.
“Good things I hope.” Hermione said, looking self-consciously at fleur who was just grinning widely. Apolline laughed and nodded, patting Hermione’s cheek affectionately.
“Only the best things my dear. Only the best.” She pulled away and turned to her daughter, opening her arms out to her. “Are you not going to greet your mother young lady?”
Fleur immediately embraced her mom, her face lighting up as she revelled in the warmth of her mother’s embrace. Hermione smiled at the sight but then froze when she heard a throat getting cleared behind her. Turning around, she was facing the very man she was terrified of seeing again. Michel Delacour was a tall man with dark hair and a proud stature. He had chocolate brown eyes which were really kind and trustworthy but were at the moment staring intensely at Hermione as he took her in, his arms crossed over his chest. Hermione immediately gulped at the sight of him and immediately straightened up her posture as she looked at him.
“S-Sir.”
“Miss Granger.” His voice was stern and all that of a very stern father. His English had the lilt of his French accent but was very much intimidating as he addressed her. The chatter silenced in the room as Fleur and her cousins stared at the two of them as Michel continued to stare the brunette.
“Involved with my daughter. May I know your intentions that you have with her?”
It sounded like a question, but Hermione very much knew that it was in fact a demand. He waited for her answer, staring her down as Hermione swallowed the thick lump in her throat as she looked back up at him.
“I intend to take care of her and love her just as she does to me.”
She was proud of herself for not stuttering although all she wanted to do at the moment was to run away. She wonders of the driver is still waiting outside. Maybe he can be her getaway driver.
“You are not using her to simply upgrade yourself in society?”
“Of course not!” Hermione immediately disagreed, fire in her eyes but then immediately correcting herself when Michel raised an eyebrow. “No sir, I would never do such a thing.”
“Do you love her?”
Hermione was startled by the question, but she confidently stared at him straight in the eye before answering. “Yes.”
A few moments of intense silence passed before Michel suddenly smiled widely and burst into booming laughter before he uncrossed his arms and smiled widely at Hermione. “You should have seen your face Miss Granger. You looked like I was going to curse you or something.”
The whole room burst into laughter while Hermione stared in confusion as Michel clapped her on the shoulder and grinned widely, his normal kind eyes and joyful attitude back in place like it usually was when he was at the office. “Nothing to fear Hermione. I was simply playing. Take care of Fleur for me. She is a lot of handle, let me tell you.”
“Papa!” Fleur joined Hermione’s side and glared at her father, but the twinkle in her eyes telling Hermione that she in fact knew about the fake interrogation. Michel simply smiled at his daughter before removing his hand from Hermione’s shoulder.
“I’m simply telling the truth Flower. She must know this seeing that she is dating the family.”
“S-Sir, I-“
“Call me Michel, Hermione. You’re family after all.”
He winked playfully at Hermione and the brunette blushed brightly at the insinuation. Michel laughed once again before stepping away to kiss his wife and greet the others. Hermione was snapped out of her trance when she felt familiar lips press against her cheek and she turned to see Fleur smiling widely at her.
“See, I told you that everything will be fine.”
Hermione then suddenly narrowed her eyes at her girlfriend.
“Did you know that he was going to do that?” She asked. Fleur giggled.
“But of course.”
“I’m breaking up with you.”
“What?!”
Hermione immediately began to walk away but she was stopped by the blonde who was pulling her into her chest with her arms tightly hugging her into her body.
“No!”
“You tricked me! I hate you!”
“No, you don’t! Don’t leave! I’m sorry!”
“Whipped.” One of Fleur’s cousin’s coughed and Fleur turned to glare at them while tightly hugging Hermione to her, not giving her any chance to escape. The others all just giggled, and Gabrielle stepped forward with a wide smile.
“Don’t feel take it personally, Hermione. It is a common initiation our parents pull when we introduce our partners to the family. It’s our father’s way in saying he accepts you.”
Despite acting all made, Hermione’s heart did flutter at the words knowing that she was accepted as Fleur’s girlfriend. Sighing, she glanced at Fleur who was pouting at her cutely and shook her head.
“You are going to be the death of me. He literally nearly gave me a heart attack.”
“Diana is a doctor; she would help you immediately.”
“Oh, my word Fleur.”
She was met with a quick kiss by the blonde and Fleur pulled back with a smile. “Would you like to meet the others now. Grandmaman has been wanting to meet you for ages.”
Despite still feeling annoyed, Hermione couldn’t help but smile and nodded, letting her girlfriend to grab her hand and lead her towards the table where all the other older adults were waiting with smiles on their face as Fleur began to introduce her, her hand squeezing hers excitedly as Hermione greeted the adults with a smile on her face.