A figure slipped silently out of the Slytherin common room, her cloak brushing softly against the stone floor. Wand in hand, she moved with careful, measured steps, shadows stretching along the walls as if bending to follow her. At a quiet junction in the hallway, she murmured a spell, and her body shimmered, vanishing from sight. Invisible, she glided past the empty staircases and silent portraits, the painted eyes blinking lazily as though indifferent to her passage.
The castle was unusually still. No distant footsteps echoed through the halls, no clatter of armor from the statues; even the faint hum of magic in the walls seemed to pause in anticipation. The figure's heart beat steadily, excitement mixing with the chill of the approaching winter that crept in through the high windows. She moved like a shadow, every footfall muted, every motion precise, weaving through corridors she had walked countless times yet feeling new in the hush of the night.
Finally, she arrived at the heavy oak doors that led outside. With a gentle flick of her wand, they eased open. The night air hit her like a wave—crisp, sharp, and scented faintly of frost-touched grass and autumn leaves. Moonlight spilled over the castle grounds, painting everything in silver, the first hints of frost glinting on the grass. As she stepped forward, the invisibility charm faded, revealing her form.
It was Eira. Her cloak wrapped tightly around her shoulders against the chill, her breath forming small clouds in the air. She paused for a moment, taking in the quiet vastness of the grounds, letting the crisp night chase away the lingering warmth of the common room.
And then she remembered Fleur's words from the welcoming ceremony, whispered softly just after the welcoming ceremony as they began to walk back to their respective sleeping quarters. Fleur had leaned close, brushing her lips against Eira's ear, and murmured, her voice barely more than a breath, "At midnight… I will be waiting for you outside the castle."
The memory sent a thrill through her chest. Eira's steps quickened slightly, each crunch of frost beneath her feet echoing the flutter in her heart.
She reached the edge of the Forbidden Forest, heart racing, and there, standing beneath the ghostly silver light, was Fleur. Even in the moonlight, Fleur's features glowed with a kind of quiet radiance, her hair catching the light like spun silver. The delicate curve of her body, the small gleam of anticipation in her eyes—Eira's heart stuttered.
Fleur's arms opened immediately as Eira approached. "Finally," she breathed, stepping forward. She closed the distance between them in a single graceful motion, wrapping Eira in a warm embrace. The chill of the night air seemed to vanish under the heat of her body, and Eira leaned into the hug instinctively, feeling Fleur's warmth against her own.
With an abrupt motion, Fleur turned Eira and pressed her against the tree. Eira gasped, and before she could respond, Fleur's stunning lips met her neck, first kissing, then biting. This accelerated Eira's heartbeat, making her feel intensely alive. Snapping out of her stupor, she murmured, "Gently, girl." But before she could finish, Fleur rapidly unbuttoned her cloak and pulled up her nightgown. Eira's gasp was audible as her bare chest was revealed to Fleur, who began to tenderly touch her breasts. Fleur then lowered her head to kiss Eira's lovely small breast. The instant Fleur's lips made contact with Eira's nipple, Eira's body quivered, and a soft moan escaped her. A unique feeling, like butterflies in her stomach, overcame her, as this marked the first time anyone had played with and suckled her breasts. Despite her pleasure, she was also extremely ashamed.
"My love, I've missed you," Fleur murmured, her mouth withdrawing from Eira's nipple, which was now flushed from Fleur's suction. "You have no idea how much I desired to do this to you, to touch you, to kiss these delightful, tasteful breasts."
Her face completely scarlet, Eira said with a soft, seductive tone, "We've been apart for nearly three months, and you're already so heated, and now you're unexpectedly feeding from my breasts."
Fleur's quiet, tuneful laugh rippled against Eira's shoulder. "Three months have passed too slowly, and these are my breasts anyway," she breathed, then tipped her head to press a gentle kiss onto Eira's other nipple. The delicate, lingering kiss evolved into a sharp bite, prompting Eira to moan aloud. Eira saw Fleur's alluring gaze fixed on her from below, and realized there was a prominent bite mark on her breast. "No, I claimed it," Fleur stated, before sticking out her tongue and giving the nipple a lick. A comforting warmth permeated Eira's chest, and her heart began to race.
Fleur then moved closer to her, just enough for them to gaze into each other's faces, their breaths merging as her lips were so near to Eira's that they barely made contact. One of Fleur's hands settled softly on Eira's breast, beginning to caress or gently press it, her fingers sketching faint designs as if to commit the moment to memory. Eira occasionally let out small moans, her fingers brushing along Fleur's jawline, her thumb lightly stroking her cheek. Their eyes locked together.
"Eira…" Fleur whispered, voice husky. "Your scent… your warmth… your lips. The last few weeks were like hell without you."
"I'm freezing," Eira murmured against Fleur's lips. "We should go inside."
Fleur shook her head, playful defiance in her eyes. "No," she said softly. "In my room… Gabrielle is asleep. We cannot. So… here, in the moonlight, we must stay."
Eira's lips curved, a soft smile tugging at her cheeks. She let herself melt against Fleur's warmth, leaning into her embrace, feeling Fleur's hands slide along her breasts as they held each other close. The forest around them seemed to sigh in agreement, leaves rustling faintly as if to witness their closeness.
Fleur pressed her body gently against Eira's, arm wrapping around her tightly. They kissed again, slow and tender, and then with growing urgency, the kind that had been accumulating since their separation. Eira's fingers threaded through Fleur's hair, tilting her head as their lips met in a soft, persistent rhythm. Breath mingled with breath, a shared warmth in the cold night.
After taking a bite out of Eira's lips, Fleur pointed to her tiny breasts and remarked, "Your breasts are so cute, especially your pink nipples. so lovely," she muttered, her voice a little shaky. "And so warm. I've been dreaming about seeing them, playing with them, kissing them, and sucking them."
With her chin resting on Fleur's shoulder, Eira rolled her eyes. "Yes, but your bite and sucking caused it to turn red and covered in marks. Fleur Delacour, you're lucky it's cold because I would have stripped you and sucked your breasts as well."
Fleur smiled and nuzzled her neck softly. "What can I say? They taste great, and your breasts taste like mango. Tell me, love, do you take a bath with mango juice? She said, "It's so good," and then she started to lick and suck on Eira's neck, which made Eira moan delicately with her soft voice.
The night was silent except for the rustle of the forest and the distant hoot of an owl as the two of them swayed slightly and leaned into one another. As their hands caressed each other's bodies, Fleur primarily played with Eira's breasts, sucking on them or occasionally biting them. Eira would try very hard to keep from groaning and making noise because she enjoyed the sensation. They leaned against the trunk of a big, old tree, the bark rough under their hands, and there was shy touching, whispered confessions, and laughter. Their eyes glistened with lustful feelings as the silver moonlight accentuated the gentle glow on their cheeks.
"I've missed you every day," Fleur whispered. "Even when I tried to focus… you were always here," she said, letting her fingers trace a pattern along Eira's shoulder, then lightly down her arm.
Eira pressed her hand over Fleur's, holding it against her chest. "I've missed you too," she replied softly. "It's… it's cold, but somehow… I feel warmer with you."
Fleur laughed, low and musical, and pressed her forehead to Eira's. "Then we stay like this," she murmured. "Until we cannot anymore."
Eira tilted her head, brushing a kiss across Fleur's lips once more, tasting the faint sweetness of the night air mixed with the warmth of Fleur. Their breathing mingled, slow at first, then more eager as the closeness between them deepened. The forest felt like a private world, removed from the towering castle, the students, and the boundaries of propriety.
They held each other beneath the moon, pressing together in the embrace of shared longing, whispering softly, laughing quietly, and lingering in every sensation of warmth and closeness. Fingers traced arms and backs, and their cheeks pressed together, noses brushing, foreheads touching. The cold night air contrasted with the heat of their bodies, making every touch and kiss feel more vivid, more alive.
Time slipped past them unnoticed. The moon rose higher, the stars wheeling across the sky, and still they held each other, talking in murmurs and gentle laughter, breathing in each other's presence. It was a first for them both, a night of new closeness, new desires , and shared warmth. Every glance, every whisper, every brush of their lips against each other carried a weight of longing and desire, sweet, intense, and undeniably sweet.
Finally, when their fingers were entwined, their foreheads pressed together, and the cold began to bite too sharply at their noses, Eira smiled softly against Fleur's hair. "We should head back… before someone notices we're gone."
Fleur pouted, but her hands lingered on Eira's arms. "Just a little longer," she whispered. "Let me remember this moment."
Eira laughed, and for a long moment, they remained together, hearts beating fast in unison beneath the silver light. Then, reluctantly, they straightened, hands still linked, and began the quiet walk back to the castle, each step leaving frost-kissed footprints, their warmth lingering in the night.
Even as the shadows of the castle loomed ahead, Eira still felt Fleur's tongue and lips against her breasts that would linger long after the moon set, a memory of a new chapter to their relationship and closeness, a first night that neither would ever forget.