The Last Person

A/N - Written for the hp_girlslash Seduction Challenge

The Last Person

The last person Fleur expected to see at her wedding was Cho Chang, the lovely Ravenclaw Seeker from so many years ago. Her shock must have registered on her face, because Bill rubbed her arm gently, drawing her near. "You all right, dear?" he murmured in her ear, lips caressing skin.

She shivered, letting a loose smile flick across her face. "Fine, thank you." She drew herself together and approached Cho, holding out a gracious hand. "Cho, darling, 'ow vonderful to see you again."

Cho's smile was strained, or was that just Fleur's imagination? "Pleasure," she whispered, taking Fleur's hand. She wandered off, meeting with Harry Potter and his friends to chat.

Fleur turned to Bill, her voice low and urgent. "Why is she 'ere?"

Bill looked surprised. "I heard from my brothers that you and her were very close friends while your school visited Hogwarts. Was I wrong?"

Fleur closed her mouth. There was no denying it. Almost the entire school knew that she and Cho had been together for most of her time at Hogwarts. Just how close of friends they were though... Fleur had sworn to take that secret to her grave. Yet here Cho was, attending Fleur's wedding.

The rest of the day passed quickly, filled with meeting people, greeting friends, family, guests. Fleur barely had a chance to spare a look at Cho, and for that she was grateful. When she finally slipped into her room for her last night as a single woman, she closed the door behind her with a sigh of relief. The day had passed without incident.

Almost.

She had just pulled her pajamas from under the covers when a slight tap broke her contemplative silence. She stared wide-eyed at the door as it eased open, and Cho's familiar black eyes peeked through the crack.

"Fleur? May I come in?" she whispered, not wanting to wake anyone else in the house. The younger ones were in bed already, and the adults were readying themselves.

Against her wishes, she nodded. Cho slipped into the dark room and the door clicked shut behind her, a sound that sounded decisive in the silence. Fleur felt her heart quicken as Cho crossed the room and perched on the bed.

"So," she swallowed. Fleur watched the dark chocolate eyes dart around the room, looking anywhere but on her. "You're getting married."

"Yes." Fleur stood uncertainly in her own room. Her sanctuary. No longer her safe place. Not with Cho.

"He makes you happy." it was more a statement than a question, and Fleur didn't feel obligated to answer.

She did anyway. "Yes." As if reassuring herself that it was true. And in a way, it was. Bill made her feel comfortable, warm, and safe. He was not frightening or new. But...

"That's good," Cho nodded, staring out the tiny window in Fleur's room. It overlooked the Weasleys' lawn, their garden and the rolling fields beyond.

"Cho," Fleur hesitated. Cho turned her gaze to Fleur's, meeting brown forcefully with blue. Her words froze on her lips, and she stood rather stupidly for a few moments before recovering. "I have to change..."

"Go ahead then." Cho averted her eyes, staring once again out the window to the darkened grounds around the Burrow. Fleur, unsure what to do, turned her back to Cho and pulled the hem of her blouse over her head. Her hair came away charged with static, fine strands sticking straight up into the air. Usually it only happened in the winter time, when the air was dry and cold. Spring air was moist and hot, she shouldn't have been generating static electricity...

Smooth hands slipped around her waist, and her arms hung trapped in her shirt, inert at her sides, shocked at the touch. Cho's hands circled her waist and drew her close; Fleur felt the soft gentleness of Cho's covered breasts against her bare back. Cold lips touched her shoulder, between her bra strap and the base of her neck.

"Cho..." Fleur whispered, unable to make her voice carry. The arms around her merely tightened.

"Just tonight," came the Scottish voice. "Please, Angel, just tonight."

Fleur ripped her arms from her blouse, unable to take it any longer, and spun in Cho's arms. She grasped the girl's jaw firmly between her hands and pressed her lips to Cho's. The Asian pulled her arms tight around Fleur's waist, drawing her close, pressing stomachs together. Cho tasted of tears, ink, and parchment as she always had. Silly Ravenclaws. It had been all Fleur could do to get Cho away from her books and papers. Draw her into the folding curtains of her bed, tumbling down and writhing in the blankets. It had been Fleur's idea at the time, to start like that. They hadn't thought anything would come of it; they were both just children then. Barely sixteen, still unaware of what the world would do to them.

And yet, here they were. Fleur nudged Cho backwards, and the backs of Cho's knees hit the bed. She tipped over, dragging Fleur along. The mattress caught them, enveloping soft warmth around Cho even as Fleur scrambled to divest Cho of her bothersome shirt. Cho's hands roved her bare skin, sending prickles of heat in their wake.

Fleur let her fingers slide across Cho's now-bare stomach, down, down; reaching under the waistline of the long skirt she wore, slipping further into heat and urgency. Cho gasped against her lips, her fingers at Fleur's shoulders tight and painful.

"Oh Angel," she breathed, mouth hot against Fleur's neck. Fleur removed her fingers and guided Cho up to the pillows and under the blankets, finally stripping Cho of her skirt and tossing it on the floor. She curled under the blanket, pulling Cho as close to her as she physically could.

She placed a quick kiss on Cho's breast, before looking up at the girl. Streams of tears leaked from her dark eyes, and Fleur lifted her head from the pillow of Cho's chest.

"Cho, vat is it?" she whispered. Her accent was fading with time, having spent a majority of the last year in England.

Her reddened mouth opened and closed a few times, trying to form words, but only tears came. They grew from silent sobs to barely restrained gasps, shaking the entire bed and ripping through Fleur. "I can't- I can't-" she shuddered finally, twisting her head into Fleur's shoulder. Fleur gripped her tightly, pressing her face into dark hair. "Oh god, you're leaving," Cho keened. "He's taking you away. I'll never see you. We can't-"

Fleur was silent. There was really nothing she could say, for it was all true. She couldn't call off the engagement, not with the wedding tomorrow, not when Bill had been so incredibly good to her. Cho went on, sobbing yet trying desperately not to, so her words were choked before they left her lips.

Fleur touched her forehead with her lips, and drew a shaking hand through dark hair. "Shh." Meaningless, as all her gestures were. Still, it seemed to have an effect. Cho simpered, but fell silent.

"Do you remember the time Terry Boot walked in on us?" she suddenly giggled, her eyes still full of tears, but these were happy remembrances of times past.

"Zat funny leetle boy with ze green 'air?" Fleur scrunched her eyes, trying to remember.

"It was only green after you hexed him," Cho smiled wearily, running her fingers up and down Fleur's hip and waist. Fleur shivered at the touch, even under the warm covers.

"Oh! Zat is correct. 'e thought 'e could blackmail you!" Fleur remembered quiet suddenly. Terry Boot - Ravenclaw to the fullest extent. Thought that they wanted their little fling to be kept a secret, and so had tried to get Cho to do his homework for him in exchange for not telling anyone. Fleur had put an end to that with a quick flick of her wand. His hair had been green for a week, and still nobody knew about them or their small tryst during the TriWizard Tournament.

Though, apparently it had been more than that.

"Cho, darling." Fleur finally drew back, letting cold air rush to their skin. "I love Bill. You must understand zat."

"I know, I know." Cho tugged gently at Fleur's blonde hair. "I just need tonight. You can have tomorrow, and all the time after that. Just give me tonight." Her eyes bled desperation and honesty. Fleur could not refuse, any more than she could deny the stirring of heat within her bosom, coiling down deep into her gut. It would have been stupid to turn Cho away, when they both needed this.

She sank back against Cho, and all traces of clothing were flung on the ground.

...*...

"And do you, Fleur Delacour, take this man, Bill Weasley, as your lawful wedded in the eyes of the Ministry?"

"I do." Fleur smiled, gazing into the eyes of the man she would spend the rest of her life with.

"Well, you may kiss the bride."

They walked through the rows of chairs set up in the Weasley garden. Fleur caught Cho's eyes from where she sat, and they were filled with nothing but pleasure. She had kept her word.

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