Look at me (фемслэш)

Strangled breaths shatter the silence in the dark room, thick with tension and something deeper—something unspoken— the perfect witness to what they are about to do. Her body is pressed forcefully against the nearest flat surface, a breath leaves her lips, sharp and gasping. Then comes the heat of another body against her front, an overwhelming presence, a collision of mouths—desperate, bruising, more teeth and tongue than anything else. Hands are everywhere now, frantic, clawing, pulling, as if tearing away the layers between them could undo everything that had already been broken.
A chance encounter leads to a passionate reunion and the realisation that all is not as it seems.
A story of how Fleur and Hermione find each other, lose each other, and hopefully find each other again.
BONUS images of each chapter at the end - if that's not your thing, you don't need to view them to enjoy the story.