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A/N:
I am not native English speaker, so Grammar nazis be nice pointing out said issues.
WARNING:
This is a FF full of homo couples. If you're not comfortable Reading about lesbians and their angsty lifes, this is not the correct story for you to read dude.
Explicit and rated M because yuri pairings and some violence!
(Same thing as my previous FF, this is the NO SMUTY version so if you want to read the shameless gay sex scenes go to my acct on AO3, same user, same story name.)
PARFUM FRANÇAIS
By: DeyoChan
CHAPTER I/IX
I'LL NEVER FORGET YOU.
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"CRUCIO!"
Lying face down in the forbidden forest, a tall and dark figure towered over a curly-haired girl casting spells at her shivering body. Unlike her quiet girlfriend, she was screaming so hard that she could barely hiss at the time.
"CRUCIO!"
The dark wizard shouted again, now hitting directly at the next girl, a raven-haired beauty lying on the ground, panting harshly, fighting to remain conscious.
Chuckling at the sight before them, a deep voice was heard making their hostages send their eyes towards at its owner.
"My, my, I am truly impressed," they said getting close to the curly-haired girl's ear, "-I know it hurts," they giggled maniacally, "-but you can stop this, you can stop this right now, Granger."
Blinking tiredly, Hermione Granger, was struggling to keep herself awake. The pain her body was going through, the amount of dark curses she and her girlfriend were victims of, were hard enough to be dead by now, but neither Bellatrix Lastrenge nor her master, Lord Voldemort allowed them to pass out. Every single time Hermione or her girlfriend, Pansy Parkinson was on the edge of a black out they mercilessly forced them to stay awake by giving them some energizing potion, strong enough just to keep them alive.
"Give me Potter and you can take her home," said Voldemort pointing at her with his wand.
"I have told you the truth!" Hermione cried out as loud as she could. She was on the ground holding her abused abdomen, "I do not know where he is!"
Not pleased with her answer, it was Bellatrix's turn to send another 'crucio' curse towards them, just this time said curse hit directly on Hermione's almost unconscious girlfriend square in the chest, making her hit the floor with a deaf sound once the curse ended.
"Do not lie to us you mud-blood! You have to know where he's hiding! Hand him over and we will kill you painless." Voldemort offers, a huge smirk on his face.
Hermione held her head up looking around them facing the wet and dirty soil where they were held as hostages for a few hours now. Tried to ambush a bunch of Death Eaters hadn't been the best of the ideas.
'I should have listened to Ginny. Where are our backups!?'
Voldemort's loud laughter of Lord Voldemort and Bellatrix spread around them and the forbidden forest. The Dark Lord continues sending a curse after curse towards Hermione while she was lying on the ground. Bellatrix was kicking the unconscious girl's body next to Hermione.
The tired Gryffindor girl was about to pass out, she couldn't endure the pain, it was too much. She suddenly heard a group spells sent her way.
The Dark Lord gave the order of capturing Harry Potter alive and he was nowhere to be found after that. Hermione began to crawl on the ground towards her girlfriend, who happens to be right in front of Bellatrix Lestrange. The dark witch smiled wickedly towards Hermione whilst pointing her wand to the unconscious raven-haired girl on the ground.
"Do you want to accompany her, eh mud-blood?" Bella asks, ignoring the riot made by the Death Eaters, who were fighting to help Hermione and her girlfriend.
Hermione was three feet away from Pansy's hand, she wanted to hold her and disappear from this forest with her, take her to safety, but Bellatrix was on her way right in front of Pansy. With a wicked grin on her face, Bellatrix rises her wand pointing at her, but she suddenly her eyes were wide open. She threw herself aside, jumping a red string, a curse that was aimed at her. Gasping, Hermione tried to push herself up and reach for Pansy, but she was paused on her struggle by a pair of arms pulling her off the ground by the armpits, helping to stand straight.
The brown haired witch, was catatonic, looking straight towards Pansy's unconscious figure on the ground. She knew someone was calling her name, she knew somehow she had to help her fellow schoolmates in the quarrel that was taking place around her, but her legs didn't obey her, she couldn't move, she couldn't speak and certainly she couldn't cast any spell.
She felt a hard slap on the left cheek, someone was trying to catch her attention. A peculiar voice called her name several times, but what caught her senses was this person's scent: It seemed like some kind of amortentia by the strength and alluring smell. It was sweet, a tad bitter, freshly cut roses; something that for just in a second helped her clear her mind and to focus her attention on the body lying in front of her.
"She's going to be okay." A sweet voice, coated with a foreign accent whisper.
Not bothering to look towards the person behind her, Hermione started to run towards Pansy when she saw Bellatrix's pointing to the unconscious girl with her wand.
A wicked grin, followed by an even wicker laugh greeted Hermione, "Say goodbye to your blood-traitor girlfriend, you mudblood," Bellatrix yelled, "AVADA KEDAVRA!"
Tripping on a rock, Hermione was on the ground, unable to help the unconscious girl, but that didn't prevent her for shouting, as loud as she could, "NO! PANSY!"
It all happened in slow motion. Hermione could see the deathly green light coming out from Bellatrix's wand aiming to Pansy with all her might. A loud howl rang in Hermione's ear when she found herself short of words.
"IMPEDIMENTA!" the voice behind Hermione screeches hurriedly. Though it was an unforgivable curse, there was nothing they could do if the green light touches Pansy.
The turquoise light of the hex tried to slow down the speed of the green one, but to no avail. A couple of seconds after, it hit Pansy straight in the solar plexus with such a strength that the earth beneath them shook.
Pansy's lifeless body bounced on the ground before it was sent towards Hermione. Opening her teary eyes, the brown-haired girl held onto Pansy's body kneeling clumsily on the soaked soil. She was trembling, her breath was ragged and her face was wet with painful tears.
Pansy Parkinson, the girl she loved was killed right in front of her mercilessly by the same witch who branded her arm. Cradling Pansy in her arms, Hermione found herself in the middle of a fiery battle, the order of the phoenix versus Voldemort's death eaters.
Feeling a hand on her right shoulder, she jumped startled. Again, a voice coated with a heavy accent tried to reassure her, "I-I am so, so sorry, Hermione. I tried to-"
Raising herself with Pansy on her arms, Hermione didn't even look back to her savior; she merely held her wand up disappearing from the forbidden forest taking Pansy's body to a quieter place. She deserved to have some peace for a bit.
After a couple of minutes crying her eyes out in Pansy's parent's mansion, Hermione left Pansy's body on a couch and returned to help out on the battle.
When she appeared back in the forbidden forest, Hermione could hear the excitement, shouting and joyful singing, cheering and celebrating the victory over Voldemort.
Harry Potter had won, Voldemort was gone for good this time and she couldn't help but cry again thinking about her lover.
"I'll never forget you, Pansy."
It was Hermione's last words before she disappears again, not wanting to leave Pansy's body alone.
What she didn't know was that from afar she was being watched by none other by the person who helped her early that afternoon. The one whom perfume almost made Hermione lost the track of the events around her.
The sweet and tender voice of Hermione's mysterious savior, was a blonde girl, and her accent was foreign due to her being French, her names was Fleur Delacour and she did nothing to mask the pain she felt when she notice that Hermione didn't even batted an eye on her presence.
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F/N:
The title of each chapter will be based on a song I think will fit said chapter the most.
The song I heard while writing this was 'I'll never forget you' by Lena Katina (the ex tatu girl).
A/N:
Dear millennial people who read me: You now have Lady Gaga who's pro of gay people, but back in the days (early 2000's) we have this fake lesbian duet, named T.A.T.U who where an inspiration for many of us.
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