Authors's Note: So, Unrequited!Fleurmione. I haven't sren much Fleurmione on this site and this is my interpretation of it.


Fleur Delacour was slowly dying.

Well, slowly wasn't the only term you could describe her death as. It was more of an agonizingly painful and long-lasting death. Though slowly dying was a nice way to classify her suffering. It started in seventh year after the Tri-Wizard Tournament…

"Hello Hermione." Fleur walked up to the young witch in the library. Classes were almost finished and finals were right around the corner for many of the Hogwarts students. "What are you doing?"

Hermione doesn't look up from her book to respond. "I'm a little busy preparing for finals, Fleur."

"I don't want to take up all of your time." Fleur told her. "I'll be quick."

"What do you want?" Hermione asks impatiently.

Fleur starts, "I was wondering if you would like to go out with me on a date?"

"Oh." Hermione was speechless. After about a minute of shock she spits out, "I don't like girls like that."

"Oh." Fleur's heart grew heavy. "Just forget this ever happened.

Hermione brushed this off, but everyday Fleur thought of her rejection. She slowly for paler and she lost her "pretty" aura. It got so bad that she wouldn't leave her room.

It was Gabrielle that first figured out what was wrong.

"Go away Gabrielle." Fleur said, wiping back tears.

Gabrielle, who wasn't used to getting such a cold shoulder from her best friend and big sister, failed to listen and busted down her door. "Fleur…"

"You are extremely pale." Gabrielle commented shocked.

Fleur spit out harshly, "Of course I am."

"What's wrong?" Gabrielle asked somewhat terrified about what's happening to her sister.

Fleur muttered crazily, "She doesn't like girls." She repeated her statement over and over and over again; each time she was a little bit louder, a little bit franticer. It wasn't until she let out a maniacal laughter and then busted into tears until Gabrielle brought her parents into Fleur's room to see what has happened to their beloved daughter.

"Oh Fleur." Was her mother's comment. Her father was left speechless.

Her mother sat beside her firstborn daughter and stared at her. She didn't know what to do. Neither did her husband or her daughter. They were all terrified for the sickly girl who used to be a vibrant woman.

It turned out that there was no cure. Her grandmother Juliette, has seen this happened to her sister. She was to deteriorate and die unless the love was eventually returned. For veelas that has a mate reject them, they don't live long.

Fleur had so many dreams. She wanted to guide young veelas all over the world. She wanted to show them that they were more than just a pretty person from a pretty family. She wanted one person to love her for her personality and not her looks. She wanted to start a family.

But for her, all she got was broken dreams and a shattered heart. She lived through the war and watched her one love fight. She saw the battlefield kiss and died that day. Not because of Voldemort or his supporters, but because of a greater evil: a broken heart.