Author's Notes: An AU one-shot for one of my beloved pairings! FLEURMIONE!
Told from the greatawesomeamazing Hermione's POV. Hope that all of you people will read, enjoy, like, fave, review, etc. Basically anything you wanna do!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Unfortunately. I also do not own Hermione or Fleur. Even more unfortunate...
Rêver de la Perfection
I was once an artist.
A great one.
But I had never found the perfect model until that one faithful moment that I saw…
Her.
The only one who had easily captured my attention with just a single glance and had effortlessly onto it, like a piece of paper between her slim fingers.
And I can hauntingly remember, until now, that she was beautiful.
So beautiful.
The whole of her innately possessing the kind of beauty that could only be expected to be seen on the airbrushed pictures on magazines or in the paintings of great artists or only in the deepest part of my mind, in my imagination.
She had the face that could arrest- imprison and destroy hearts.
She had the body that made you want to touch, hold and caress…
And she had the eyes that pulled not only you, but everything about- and around you, in.
She was perfect for a master piece…
For a painting even better than Leonardo da Vinci's Mona Lisa, or Jean-Jacques Henner's An Alsatian Girl, or Sir Joshua Reynolds' Lady Caroline Howard or any other.
She could model the most beautiful sculpture; to which even the Venus de Milo could not be compared.
And as those thoughts excitedly ran through my mind, she suddenly sat next to me and crossed her slender legs, her eyes seeming to stare at something that only she could see.
"'Ello…"
She had softly greeted and her voice was more poetic, more magical, and more complex than any symphony ever created.
Even by the master, Ludwig Van Beethoven.
"What is your name?" I had quietly asked her, trying to keep the unexplainable desperation out of my voice.
Her head slowly turned towards me, until her intense sapphire gaze caught mine. The heat of her stare seeming to burn into my own brown orbs.
"Fleur…"
She had sweetly answered past full lips. Her beautiful name echoing around and inside me.
And as she had smiled at me, I carefully tried to reach out and touch her…
But then my eyes had suddenly opened and the sight of my bedroom's ceiling quickly filled my gaze.
It took long, but I finally realized-
But still couldn't accept that she was just a dream.
She was the perfect model and she was only a dream…
I hugged my large pillow and let the grief wash over me.
My tears stubbornly starting flow as I did my best to stop them.
I had found the perfect model but in doing so, I had also lost hope in ever being able to paint her…
She was far too complex, too lifelike, too mysterious and too beautiful to be trapped in a canvas or in a statue.
My tears flowed faster as this thought cruelly consumed my mind.
"Farewell, mon beau modèle..."
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P.S- the title means, "Dreaming of Perfection". And "mon beau modèle" means, "my beautiful model".
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