Ron hadn't meant to do it. But, the adrenaline rush of wearing the Veela skin came from her, as a wash of Veela pheromones. Harry was powerless to resist in the confined space, as he was swept up in the heat of Fleur's need.
Even as Ron's mind boggled within that voluptuous French body, he was battling to peel Harry away. As Harry's hands shifted, and the kiss endured, the surge of pleasure hit Ron like a tsunami. As she was caught up in the absolute joy of being kissed, of being held, and valued.
Fleur/Ron leaned into the kiss. Hermione vanished from her awareness, even as she batted at Harry's back. Attempting to overthrow the powerful Veela pheromones with a few weak punches.
She was aghast at the pleasure on Fleur's face, she was as lost in the kiss as Harry. Her heart broke, fearing she'd lost her Ron. Seeing that rapture and wanting to experience it herself, wanting to share it with Ron.
A sneer spoiled Hermione's looks, as she glared her anger at Fleur. She didn't want her to steal her two best friends in the whole school in one fell swoop.
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