Written for The Crazy 8s Challenge and The Femslash Challenge. Title from the Ed Sheeran song.
Fleur kissed Hermione, tangling her hands into her girlfriend's hair. She tastes like summer, Fleur thought. Like summer sunshine and summer rain all wrapped up into a perfect pair of lips.
She smiled into it. She couldn't help it. Fleur always smiled when she was happy, and she was always happy kissing Hermione.
Slowly, Fleur drew back to look at her girlfriend. Hermione, with her bright brown eyes and bushy brown hair, was the most beautiful woman, person, creature in the world. No.
Make that the universe.
They were lying on a blanket that Hermione's grandmother had made in the middle of a field. They had each brought a book, but Fleur found herself ignoring her's to simply gaze at Hermione.
Fleur fell in love with Hermione each and every day, always for some new reason. The way she bit her lip whenever she was invested in something she was reading, the way she laughed whenever Fleur found a new way to surprise her with gifts, the way she would get so excited whenever she discovered something new and couldn't wait to tell Fleur.
The way she always wanted to tell Fleur first.
Fleur knew without a doubt that she would love Hermione for all her life. When they were both old and gray, Hermione would no less beautiful and Fleur would be no less in love.
Without her realizing it, Fleur fell asleep in the sun, with the whisper of the wind in the grass mixing with the sound of pages turning.
She woke up later to Hermione curled up next to her, a smile on her face and her hand on Fleur's heart. When she was sleeping, Fleur must have grabbed it, their fingers mingling together. She felt her own heartbeat speed up as she stared at Hermione's face.
The stars had already started to come up, and Fleur couldn't think of any moment in the world that could ever compare to this one.