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**Hermione/Fleur/Luna**
Hermione came home to hear giggling in the bedroom. She smirked, thinking that they were having some sensual fun. “Did you start without me?”
Luna and Fleur looked up, confused at Hermione. “Mon amour, you have been hiding these adorable pictures.”
Hermione noticed a shoebox with her old pictures on the bed. She internally groaned. “I thought you two were getting all sexy.”
“Hermione, it looked like you played a sport, but we don’t know what it is.” Luna held out a picture for her.
Hermione walked over, took it and glanced at it. “Oh, bloody hell, this is when my parents thought that I needed exercise and made me play football.”
“Football?” The two of them furrowed their eyebrows.
“Yes, it’s a sport that I enjoy watching but not necessarily to play.” Hermione smiled at them. “I do like my sports on occasion. The World Cup is coming up soon in France. I should try to get us tickets. Can you stay at one of your family homes?”
“Oui, just tell me the details later, and I'll find us a place to stay.” Fleur gently pulled her onto the bed. “You thought we were being frisky.”
Luna snatched the photo, put it back into the box and placed it on the floor. “Last I checked, my lion, giggling isn’t the right sound.”
“No?” Hermione glanced over her shoulder. “What is?”
Fleur smirked at Luna before starting to kiss down Hermione’s neck and suckling on her collarbone.
Hermione’s head fell back on Luna’s chest, moaning out loud.
“That, my dear, is the right sound.” Luna swooped down and captured Hermione’s lips.
Hermione got lost in her desire to respond verbally. Shite, yes.