The castle and grounds had long since sunk into silence. Torches burned low in their brackets, their flames flickering faintly in the biting November air. It was near eleven o'clock, and most of Hogwarts had gone to bed, exhausted from the long day of cheers, roars, and the heart-racing first task.
But Eira was not in bed.
Her boots whispered over the frosted grass as she crossed the moonlit lawn. The shadows of the trees stretched long and thin, and the night air carried a sharp bite that made each breath curl like smoke. Ahead, the Beauxbâtons carriage loomed in all its splendor, a jeweled palace set upon the grounds. Its tall windows glowed with soft golden light, and the silver carvings upon the doors gleamed faintly even in the dark.
Eira walked with measured calm, though her mind was restless. Since the end of the first task, the champions had been whisked away by their own schools to celebrate. She had wanted nothing more than to congratulate her lover, yet the moment Fleur was pulled toward the carriage by the swarm of Beauxbâtons students, Eira knew it was not her place to intrude upon their joy. She had turned back instead, her steps carrying her once more to the enclosure where the dragons had been kept.
Emma was there, overseeing the handlers as they prepared to transport the beasts back to Romania. The work was a matter of House White's responsibility, and Emma carried it out with her usual sharp efficiency. Eira lingered for a time at her side, exchanging words in the flickering light of the fires before finally bidding her goodnight.
When she returned to the castle, she found the Great Hall still awake. The students of Slytherin and Ravenclaw lingered there, their tables alive with hushed voices, their conversations circling endlessly around the spectacle of the day. The other two houses had vanished into their common rooms, eager to celebrate with their champions in private.
Eira dined quietly among them, listening more than she spoke. When at last she set down her goblet and rose to leave for the Slytherin common room, a flicker of blue caught her eye. A butterfly, its wings shimmering like stained glass, drifted through the hall. She could not help but smile, already knowing what it meant.
She lifted her hand, and the delicate creature came to rest upon her fingers. In the same instant, its form dissolved into a folded slip of parchment. The letters upon it glowed faintly, written in a hand she knew as well as her own.
[Tonight, eleven o'clock, in front of the Beauxbâtons carriage.]
Eira's smile lingered as she folded the message closed. She knew exactly who had sent it.
When she neared the door, she noticed a figure waiting by the entrance. A silhouette pale and slender, with long hair catching the moonlight like strands of silk.
Eira slowed, her eyes narrowing slightly.
"Fleur?" she whispered.
The figure turned. Fleur Delacour stepped into the silver light, her face luminous, her blue eyes intent on her. She said nothing, only walked forward until she was before Eira.
Eira tilted her head, speaking softly. "Why did you ask me to come here? At this hour?"
But Fleur lifted a finger and pressed it lightly to Eira's lips, silencing her. With her other hand, she caught Eira's wrist and tugged her firmly, pulling her along the side of the carriage. Surprised, Eira allowed herself to be led, the grass crunching under their steps.
"Fleur," she whispered again, "what are you—"
But Fleur stopped before a curtained window. And before Eira could protest further, Fleur bent, slipped an arm around her waist, and in one fluid motion scooped her off her feet.
Eira gasped, clinging instinctively to her shoulders. "What are you doing?" she hissed, her voice hushed, breath quick.
"Nothing," Fleur whispered with a mischievous smile. "Trust me."
Before Eira could argue, Fleur lifted her higher and all but pushed her gently through the window. Eira landed softly on a thick rug inside a small, warmly lit room. She turned, startled, just in time to see Fleur swing herself effortlessly through the window as well, her hair tumbling over her shoulders. With a flick of her wand, Fleur sealed the window shut and pulled the drapes across it.
The room glowed faintly with two candles, their flames steady and golden. It was a dormitory room, one of Beauxbâtons' carriage chambers, with soft velvet curtains, a carved writing desk, and a bed covered in pale blue silk sheets. The sight tugged at something familiar in Eira—the memory of Beauxbâtons, her first few years of school, her first charms and lessons. But the comfort of recognition did nothing to calm her confusion.
She turned to Fleur, brow lifted. "Why did you ask me to come here again? Shouldn't you be resting after today's ordeal?"
Fleur's answer was not in words. She strode forward, caught Eira in her arms, and hugged her tightly, pressing her face into her shoulder.
"I asked you here," she murmured into Eira's ear, her voice low and heated, "to claim my reward."
Eira blinked, pulling back slightly. Her lips curved faintly, feigning confusion. "Reward? What reward?"
Fleur's eyes glittered as she looked at her. "The one you promised before the task. You said, if I came out without a scratch, you would let me do anything I wanted to you."
Eira's cheeks colored, her composure cracking for a heartbeat. "That… was only to motivate you."
"Oh no, no," Fleur said, shaking her head slowly, her silver hair brushing her shoulders. "Do you know what kept me calm out there? Not the dragon, not the fire, not the crowd. It was you. I was thinking about this moment. About claiming what you promised me."
Eira's breath hitched, a soft blush rising to her pale cheeks. "You— you cannot be serious."
"I have never been more serious," Fleur whispered, and with that, she guided Eira backward until her knees touched the edge of the bed. With a playful shove, she toppled her gently onto the soft sheets.
Eira gasped, half-scandalized, half-flustered. "Fleur! This is inappropriate! What if someone hears? The other students are here, your sister—where is she?"
Fleur's smile curved into something devilish. "Do not worry. I told Gabrielle to sleep in her friend's room tonight. I told her I was exhausted and needed quiet. She believed me."
Eira stared at her, incredulous. "You sent her away? Such a heartless sister."
Fleur rolled her eyes, leaning closer until her hair fell around them like a curtain. "She will be starting Beauxbâtons soon. She must get used to sleeping apart. But forget about that. No one will know we are here. And even if they did…" She trailed off, her voice sinking into a soft, sultry whisper. "I would not care, besides you are my girlfriend."
Eira glared at her faintly, though her blush betrayed her. "You are reckless."
Fleur leaned down, brushing her lips lightly against the curve of Eira's neck. "And I know that you love it."
Eira laughed softly and watched Fleur begin to undo the buttons on her shirt, spreading it apart once it was open. She wore a simple white bra beneath it, and Fleur could clearly see how turned on she was by the state of her hardened nipples.
"Sit up, for a second," Fleur said, moving back slightly. Eira did as she was told, shrugging her shirt off and leaning back on her elbows, looking up at Fleur through her eyelashes. The Silver hair girl smirked slightly as she shifted across to straddle the white hair girl, reaching around her back with one arm and popping the bra open.
"How shameful of you." Eira said softly while blushing, slipping the bra straps down her shoulders and tossing it aside.
Fleur smirked, "This is not my first time opening your bra to see these beautiful small breasts, my love." She couldn't help sitting back and just looking at the beautiful, half-naked form before her. "You really are stunning," she murmured, leaning down to kiss her lips again, biting down on her bottom lip and sucking it in, before trailing her kisses across her jaw line, down to her neck. Eira moaned softly as Fleur bit her neck gently, sucking her skin in and massaging it with her tongue. She moved her hands up to Eira's chest as she focused on her neck, trailing her fingertips around the underside of her breasts, before rubbing her engorged nipples with her thumbs.
Eira moaned again as Fleur began to trail kisses further down, from her neck to her collar bone, down to her chest. Without any hesitation, she descended onto Eira's left nipple, her tongue darting out to flick it gently. Eira shivered, clutching at the back of Fleur's head as she sucked her nipple in hard, biting down on it and twisting her tongue around it.
"Oh, God," Eira breathed, squirming slightly beneath Fleur's weight, "you're really, really good at that," she murmured, moaning again.
Fleur smirked, licking her nipple one last time before sitting up slightly. "You know, I missed these gorgeous two mangoes," she murmured seductively, leaning down and kissing her neck gently while pinching Eira's breasts.
"You know, every time it's you who gets to play with my breasts, and I still haven't had a chance to see yours, so remove your nightgown , " Eira said while blushing deeply, as Fleur pinched her nipple one more time.
"Well, now that you mention it, it's actually time for you to see mine as well , " Fleur said with a seductive tone, leaning back to look down at Eira.
" Then hurry up! Since every time you say mine are small, I want to see how big yours are that you mock my breasts," Eira said, her fingers playing with the hem of Fleur's shirt.
Fleur grinned at her before tugging her nightgown over her head, tossing it aside before snapping her bra apart. Eira pulled it from her body and gazed up at her, smiling happily.
"Take a look at it and tell me how it is. It's bigger than yours, right?" Fleur said with a proud face, then leaning down to kiss her again, her stomach jumping wildly as their breasts made contact with each other.
Eira shivered despite herself, her fingers curling into the silk of the sheets.
"Wow , your nipples are brown , " Eira whispered, moving her hands up to twist them. As she touched both Fleur's breasts with her hands, she felt like squeezing them, and as she squeezed, Fleur moaned. "Ohh , it feels good, my love."
As Eira continued to squeeze and pinch her nipples, she suddenly became curious; she wanted to taste it out since Fleur had said that she enjoyed sucking her nipples. Eira also wanted to experience it , so she leaned down onto Fleur's chest, scooped her left breast , and brought her lips to Fleur's nipple. Fleur's body , which was underneath her, shuddered at the touch of Eira's lips on her nipple. Eira extended her tongue and licked her nipple; when she tasted it, she found it a little salty , and she became confused because she didn't enjoy it at all-except it felt good to have a squishy thing in her mouth. However, Fleur's reaction was different this time; she was moaning loudly with seductive tone and clutching Eira's hair while blushing. So, Eira continued and started sucking on her nipples while playing with the other nipple.
The candles flickered, casting shadows that swayed with their movements. Time stretched, soft and languid, as Eira kissed her neck, her breasts, the sensitive hollow just beneath her ear. Fleur tilted her head back slightly, caught between a quiet laugh and a breathless protest.
"Wow so that's how it feels, huh," Fleur whispered.
"Well it seems like you enjoyed it too," Eira said with a grin, kissing her again.
They lay tangled together on the bed, speaking in low voices, their words weaving between laughter and sighs. Fleur teased, her tone playful, wicked, full of warmth. Eira responded with quiet sharpness, her wit cool but softening under Fleur's persistence.
At times their kisses deepened, slow and lingering, as though the night itself urged them never to part. At others they broke away only to laugh softly, their foreheads pressed together, their hands still tightly entwined.
Fleur's breath brushed against Eira's lips as she murmured in French, her voice low and honeyed. "Mon trésor… you do not know how difficult it is, to wait. I want to claim you properly, to cross that last line. But I must endure until you are of age."
Eira felt the heat rise to her cheeks, her heart stumbling at Fleur's boldness. She buried her face briefly against Fleur's not so small breasts before whispering back, her words shy yet steady. "You'll only have to wait three more years. It isn't so long. And when the time comes, you'll have everything you want."
Fleur chuckled softly, tilting Eira's chin up with a gentle hand so their eyes met. "Everything I want is already here," she said, before stealing another kiss—this one deep, tender, and unhurried.
The hours passed slowly. Only the warmth of candlelight filled the tiny room as the two infatuated girls lay in bed beneath the silk sheets, pressing their half-naked bodies together as their nipples touched, making them feel ticklish. They whispered, kissed, laughed, and lost themselves in each other's presence.
For Fleur, it was the reward she had been waiting for all day.
For Eira, it was a beautiful and wonderful night with her lover.