CatB: So I had the idea to write a Fleur/Oliver, and then I realized there weren't any stories on here about them (that I could find, anyway), which only made me MORE determined to write something about them. Then, I was reading a story and was kind of inspired to write this the way I did. It's kind of like a collection of short prose poems. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or anything even remotely related to it. I just borrow the characters for fanfiction fun!
I.
He loves how she gives his name an extra syllable: O-li-vi-er. He savors the French endearments she slips into his ear when they part. His days are filled with "Mon amour" and "Je t'aime," and he finds that Quidditch doesn't mean quite as much if she doesn't like it.
II.
She enjoys the desire she sees in his eyes: I want you. She thanks Cedric Diggory every day for crossing their paths when they were alone. She is drawn to him not for his charm and beauty, but in spite of his neediness and ambition, and she admires his overwhelming passion.
III.
Neither cares to admit how rocky things are getting, certain things will work themselves out. They continue to watch the sunset bleed through the sky, though he has started to watch Quidditch again. They still bake cookies every Friday, yet she eats more and more of them in one sitting. They have not stopped clasping the other's hand in public and telling people they're in love. But the days take their time and toll, and "mon petit chou" is losing its thrill.
CatB: I hope I didn't mess up the French bits...please let me know if I did!
Reviews are appreciated, as is constructive criticism. Thanks! =)