Firewhiskey Flowers

The young red-head sat on the barstool looking defeated. A blonde observed her. The blonde walked over to her and sat next to her.

"Hello," said the red head.

"Ello' I am Fleur Delacour. And what is your name, Mademoiselle?" asked Fleur in her French accent.

"I'm Ginny Weasley," said Ginny sadly.

"Why do you look so sad?" asked Fleur.

"My boyfriend just dumped me," said Ginny.

"And you loved zis, boyfriend, no?" she asked.

"Yes. Well, sort of. He was a good shag too," said Ginny. "A bottle of Ogden's Old Firewhiskey, please," she added to the bartender.

The bottle soon appeared along with two glasses. She poured some for herself and Fleur. "To hell with men!" she said. They clinked their glasses and Ginny downed hers in one shot.

Fleur raised an eyebrow, struggling not to giggle as the Firewhiskey was very strong. "You take your liquor well, don't you?" she asked.

Ginny smiled. "Not really. I'll probably be knackered in a few moments. I thought it was pretty strong, but anything to drown out those bastard men!"

"I never get dumped. I am a veela. Zis is no fun, because ze men do not love me, zey love the veela. So I do not like ze men very much. I darezay zat the woman iz much more eenteresting, no?" said Fleur.

Ginny had downed two shots by this time and it took a few moments for her words to sink in. "Does that mean you're a lesbian?" asked Ginny, her words beginning to slur.

"Zertainly! And you are very lovely, Ginny. I think you are aving too much to drink, would you like to go somewhere else?" asked Fleur, beginning to become a bit giggly.

Ginny giggled. "Ok, lemme have some more of thish stuff, ish very yummy now," said Ginny, downing three more quick shots before Fleur could drag her away.

"Ish cold out ere' isn't it, Ginny?" asked Fleur.

"Mmmhmmm ..." said Ginny leaning into Fleur, and both of them were very drunk.

"Vould you likez to go back to my ouse', Ginny?" asked Fleur, putting an arm around Ginny's waist.

"Yesh Indeedy!" giggled Ginny.

They walked to her flat, and Fleur opened the door with her key. "Come an' zit' down on ze couch, and I vill geet us some coffee," said Fleur, stumbling to the kitchen and returning later with two mugs of coffee.

"Fleur?" asked Ginny, the coffee slightly curing her senses.

"Yesh?" giggled Fleur.

"I think you're pretty ... And not just becaush you ish a veela. I want to kissh you ..." said Ginny.

"Ok, come clozer, I vill not bite, unlessh you want me to, Ginny." They broke into insane laughter after this comment.

Ginny scooted over on the couch so that she was next to Fleur. Fleur looked down at her. "You are very beautiful, Ginny." She leaned over and placed a chaste kiss on Ginny's lips.

"Mmmm. ... That was nice," said Ginny. She looked back at her, and this time, she kissed Fleur, feeling the veela respond to her kisses. She felt Fleur's hands undoing the buttons on her blouse. ...

Ginny awoke the next morning to see Fleur looking down at her. She raised up and kissed her. They were on the floor by the couch.

"Ah. Good Morning, Red," said Fleur, smiling. "I trust you zlept well?"

"Who needs men anyway? I've got you," said Ginny, smiling. And she kissed Fleur. Her new girlfriend.