A/N: Hey everyone this is my first story, so be gentle okay? Feel free to leave constructive criticism, but I don't want to hear any pointless flames. This is clearly marked as femslash, if you don't want to read it, don't go looking for it. If you do leave a flame it will be ignored! Oh, and I do NOT speak French, so I apologize for any errors I make. If you spot any feel free to correct me or make fun of me in some odd way.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Harry Potter or any characters from said book. I'm just playing with them for a while. Please do not sue me.
Chapter 1- The Meeting
Fleur Delacour held tightly to the arms of her seat, anxiously looking out of the window in the small airplane. They were experiencing severe turbulence in an blizzard. Outside the window was a world of white ice. She groaned. Why did she let her agent talk her into a photo shoot in Alaska of all places? Fleur was an international super model. She had natural platinum blond hair and captivating silver-blue eyes. To top it all off she had a body guys lusted after and women would kill for. She was currently working in America. Honestly, she wouldn't have a problem doing the shoot, if it wasn't for her hate and fear of flying. And of course the storm that had hit soon after they were in the air. Clenching her fingers tighter, Fleur tried not to think of the sounds the panicking pilots were making. Instead, she tried to focus on happy thought of her little sister. Her sister she would probably never see again. Fleur shook her head sharply to dispel such thoughts and again looked out the window. Suddenly, she heard a large crack and felt the plane feel like it was going to shake apart. She heard the screams of the pilots and knew her worst fears were confirmed. They were going to crash into the icy wilderness below. She let out a short scream and squeezed her eyes shut, bracing for the impact. Fleur felt a tear trail down her cheek. She hoped Gabrielle would be ok without her. Then she felt a sudden blinding pain and passed out.
A few hours later Fleur awoke and slowly became aware of her surroundings. Wasn't she supposed to be dead? Unbuckling her seat belt and pushing debris off her legs, she stumbled slowly to her feet. She walked over to the cockpit. She was freezing. Shivering she pulled her thick winter coat further around her as she dodged an over turned seat. She took one look into the cockpit and blanched. There was no way either of them were alive anymore. She turned away and threw up. There was so much blood! After dry heaving for a few minutes, she got a hold of herself. She grabbed an nearby cloth and wiped her mouth on it. Slowly, she started shifting through the cargo. Maybe there was something that would help keep her alive.
Fleur stumbled her way out of the wreckage. She couldn't find much of anything. Only a five inch switchblade, a lighter, blanket, bottle of whiskey, and an assortment of different clothes. Looking around she dragged herself to the forest and started to find wood. She grimaced in pain. Her right leg was killing her and her head felt like it could explode at any moment. Fleur filled her arms with as much wood as she was able to carry and hurried back to the wreckage. At least she knew there was plenty to burn back there. If she could get a good fire going she would at least live through the night. Hopefully. The cold was starting to get to her. She didn't have any idea how long she had been out here, but her fingers were starting to get numb. Piling some wood and clothes into a pile, she dumped some whiskey onto it. God, she hoped this worked. Fleur leaned down and grabbed a sleeve. Then using the lighter she caught it on fire, and backed away quickly. Suddenly, the alcohol caught and burst into flames. She gave a small whoop of happiness. At least one thing was going right. Turning around she started to dig a hole in the snow. Once it was big enough to fit herself into, Fleur pulled the other clothes over and put them in the hole. She grabbed the blanket and then burrowed down to the bottom of the pile. Sighing she made sure there was an pathway to the surface so she could breath. Finally the weariness caught up to her. Overcome with tiredness and pain Fleur let her eyes drift closed. She fell asleep with an prayer on her lips and thoughts of Gabrielle in her mind.
Hermione Granger walked through the beautiful Alaskan wilderness pulling a sled behind her. She was currently out gathering wood. She had left her cabin about an hour ago. She needed to gather as much wood as possible, before the storm started up again. Hermione was an world famous photographer and was well known for her artful pictures spread across magazine fronts. It was an honor to have her picture on or in a magazine. Sort of an status symbol. Hermione was often mistaken as a model instead of an artist. She had golden brown hair that was wavy, and most of the time uncontrollable. This was paired with cinnamon eyes and a curvy body. She had an job she had to shoot in California soon. Currently, though she was on vacation. As Hermione went to put another piece of wood into the sled she paused. Looking around carefully she got the feeling that something wasn't quite right. The forest was unusually silent. Then she smelt smoke. A fire was nearby. Why in the world was somebody out here when this bad of a blizzard was going on? Following the smell she soon saw smoke drifting through the trees. Hermione hurried forward and stepped into a clearing and gasped. Plane wreckage was every where lying on top of the snow! She soon located the source of the smoke. A small pile of what looked like wood and clothes was smoldering slightly. Cautiously, Hermione walked over to the fire. This was odd, beside the fire was another pile of clothes and what looked to be a blanket. The only difference was that this one was human shaped. Had someone survived the crash? Letting go of the pulley on the sled she ran over to the clothes and started digging through it. After a few seconds she came to a few locks of platinum blond hair. Pulling the blanket off she gasped. It was a woman. An incredibly beautiful woman. Hermione quickly pulled off the hood on her head and unzipped a few inches of her coat. Reaching in she placed her hand on her neck and felt for a pulse. She waited. Nothing. As she went to pull away she felt something. She pushed her hand back and waited again. Hermione smiled behind her scarf, it was faint but there was defiantly a pulse. Hermione fixed her coat and hood, then started to uncover the rest of her. That fire looked like it had been out for a while, meaning this woman probably had hypothermia. Taking a quick glance at the sky, Hermione swore. The storm was getting ready to burst again. She grabbed the woman under her arms and pulled her over to the sled. She picked her up and lifted her onto it. She placed the blanket back onto her and then strapped her onto it. Once she was sure the woman was secure Hermione picked up the pulley. The storm would probably break before they reached her cabin. She needed to hurry. She turned in the direction of her cabin and started to pull.
They were about five minutes away from the cabin when the first flakes started to fall. Cursing softly under her breath, Hermione started going faster. By the time they reached the cabin door, all Hermione could see was blinding white. She pulled the door open quickly and yanked the sled inside. She pushed the door closed and latched it securely. She walked quickly over to the fire place and started a blazing fire. She needed to warm the woman up quickly. The fastest was would be body heat. Hermione paused and blushed...that meant...She had to strip her. Shaking her head, Hermione decided not to dwell on it and just get it over with. Walking over to the sled Hermione unfastened the mystery woman and carried her to the bed. The womans sculptured lips were a slight shade of blur. Shit. That was not good. She hurriedly stripped the woman of her clothes and placed her under the many covers and furs on the bed. God, this woman was beautiful. Again she shook her head. Defiantly, not the time. She turned her attention to herself. Hermione slid out of her coat while toeing off her boots. In a matter of seconds she, too, was naked and sliding into the bed. She reached over to the woman. As soon as her arm touched her she shivered . Damn, she was really cold. Pulling the other woman close Hermione tried to ignore the cold and covered her body with her own. Hermione closed her eyes as her teeth started to chatter. Well, this defiantly wasn't suppose to be a part of her vacation. This was just not her day. She smiled slightly as the woman in her arms started to shiver violently and tried to move closer to her. That was a good sign. Maybe it wasn't such a bad day after all.
Fleur groaned softly as she awoke with a dull throbbing in her head. She moved closer to the body next to her and snuggled into the crook of their neck. Wait...a body? She sat up quickly, and instantly regretted it when her body started hurting all over. She flopped back onto the bed and looked next to her. She was laying next to a beautiful young woman, who by the feel of it was as naked as she was. She blushed slightly, but quickly got a hold of herself as she realized the womans eyes were opening. Soon Fleur found herself looking into the most incredibly beautiful brown eyes she had ever seen. The woman looked at her for a few seconds, but then smiled. "Hi, there. How are you feeling?" Her voice was as amazing as her eyes. Fleur blinked. What had happened? The last thing she remembered was falling to sleep under the clothes by the plane. "Confused. 'Ow am I still alive? Where am I?And who are you?" Fleur was surprised as the woman chuckled. "I meant if you were in pain. It looks like you have a few injuries. However I think I can answer a few of your questions. Your alive because you managed to build that fire and shelter. Then I found you and brought you back here where I warmed you with body heat. You are currently at my cabin in Alaska. I own about 60 of the surrounding acres. As for who I am...I'm Hermione Granger." Fleur looked at the ceiling with a furrowed brow. The pain in her head made it hard to think. Suddenly, something came to her. "Wait, you said 'Ermione Granger? Ze photographer? Hermione looked slightly confused. "Yeah" Fleur smiled widely. "I love your work. It is so...unique." Hermione gave a half smile and nodded. Then she started to get up. "Thanks. Um, whats your name?" Fleur looked away as she saw Hermione's bare back and the curve of her hips. She blushed slightly. The other woman was very beautiful. "Fleur Delacour." Hermione stopped on her way to the fireplace across the room. She half turned to look back at Fleur. "Fleur...I know that name." She crossed her arms on her chest and tapped her chin. Suddenly she snapped and smiled. "Ah, the supermodel." Fleur looked over and found herself staring into her eyes. "Oui" Hermione nodded. "Are you hungry, Fleur?" At that exact moment Fleur's stomach growled. Hermione chuckled. "I'll take that as a yes. " Hermione pulled a pot that was hanging over the fire out of the fire place. She then carried it over to the table. "Okay, well I have some stew here. I apologize ahead of the time if it tastes funny. I'm not a very good cook. After that I would like to look over your injuries." Fleur nodded again and tried to push herself up in the bed. She grimaced in pain and cursed under her breath. " It appears I am unable to move at ze moment." Hermione laughed. "Hold on a second and I'll help you sit up in bed." Hermione ladled the soup into bowls and then walked over to the bed. Putting her arms around Fleur she sat her up. Then she leaned Fleur onto her body. She pulled the pillows into a stack behind her. She gently leaned Fleur back. "There, now here eat your stew." Fleur grabbed Hermione's hand as she went to get up. "Merci, Hermione." Hermione smiled at her. "De rien." Fleur looked up in surprise and smiled brightly. "Vous parlez le français?" She nodded. "Now eat before it gets cold, okay?" Both went silent as they started to eat.
"Why are you down here? I mean Alaska isn't exactly a hot spot for models." Fleur looked at Hermione, who was sitting across from her on the bed. She slowly nodded, trying to ignore the fact that they were both still naked and failing miserably. "Oui. It was my agents idea. 'E set me up for ze photo shot 'ere, saying zat it would be good for my image. I did not want to come, but relented in ze end. And zen ze crash..." Fleur paled as she thought of her brush with death. Hermione sighed saying "I'm sorry I didn't mean to remind you of the crash." Not knowing what to say Hermione got up and put the bowls on the table. Then she walked over to a chest sitting in the corner on the floor. She rummaged through it for a few seconds and pulled out a first aid kit. Hermione picked it up and then brought it over to the bed. She then went and filled another bowl with water and came back. She knelt next to the bed. "Ready? I'm going to pull down the covers and look over your wounds." Fleur felt slightly self conscious, but nodded. "I am ready." Hermione carefully pulled the blankets down. Fleur's entire left side was lined with bruises. Her right leg had an angry red gash marring the once flawless skin. She also had a slight cut on her forehead. Hermine winced in sympathy. "I'm surprised you managed to build a fire with wounds like these." Fleur full heartedly agreed. "I zink it was adrenaline, or survival instinct kicking in. All I could zink about was my petite soeur and how much I wanted to see 'er again." Hermione nodded, "That makes sense. Your lucky, that gash doesn't look deep enough to need stitches. However, it looks like your ribs are bruised. Those will need wrapped." Hermione leaned closer to look at the gash and Fleur tried desperately to fight off the blush she felt coming as she felt warm breath caress her skin. "I don't think its infected, but it should probably get treated just in case. This will hurt." Hermione pulled out a clean cloth and dipped it in the water. She then started to gently clean the wound. Fleur clenched her fist in pain and took a deep breath. After the wound was clean she got out another cloth and poured some medicine on it. She then quickly placed it on the wound. Fleur hissed in pain. "Sorry, but it hurts less when you do it quickly." She rummaged through the first aid kit and pulled out some bandages. Gently she lifted the leg and started to wrap it tightly. "Okay, now thats done, lets bind those ribs." Hermione grabbed more bandages. She then pulled Fleur into a full sitting position ad leaned her against her own body. "Put your arms around my neck so they don't get in the way." Fleur hesitantly complied. Hermione's face was flushed slightly as she held the woman in her arms. She again weaved the bandages around Fleur's body. Once she was done she sat Fleur back against the pillows. Both girls were breathing fast and tried to tell themselves that it wasn't because of the close contact. They knew it was a lie. "Lets take a look at that head, now." "Oui" Hermione's hand pushed back some loose strands of platinum hair and started to clean the cut. "This isn't so bad once the blood is washed away." Fleur shivered slightly feeling the breath so close to her lips. If she just leaned a little closer...but no. She never noticed the similar reaction Hermione was having. "You cold? Don't worry, I'm almost finished." Fleur just nodded, not trusting herself to speak. Even though at the moment, she was anything but cold. Fleur felt Hermione place a bandage on her forehead. She suddenly felt extremely tired. Hermione cleaned everything up, and then turned back to face Fleur. "Maybe tomorrow you can take a bath, but you should sleep right now. You've been through a lot in one day. Fleur sighed, "Zat sounds like a perfectly wonderful idea." She reached behind her and pushed over the stack of pillows and leaned back. Hermione came back over and pulled the blankets over her again. The last thing Fleur was aware of was the sight of cinnamon eyes and a whispered sweet dreams.
Hermione sighed as she sat by the fire trying to read. Trying being the key word. Her eyes or mind kept straying to the gorgeous woman currently sleeping on her bed. Hermione flushed slightly as she remembered the entrancing silver-blue eyes staring into her own. She also remembered the sexy French purr and softly curving lips. She swore that Fleur was like sex personified. Everything about her seemed absolutely perfect, or endearingly imperfect. It was incredibly difficult not to just kiss her pain away and leave her utterly senseless. Fleur. Flower. It was incredibly suiting but at the same time a complete misnomer. She looked soft and delicate, but no one could have survived that crash if they weren't strong and determined. Hermione sighed shaking her head, while looking down at her book. There was no way she could finish it when all of her thoughts rested a few feet away. She placed a book mark into the pages and shut the book. She stood up and stretched. She had been sitting there for an hour or so, ever since Fleur fell asleep. Sitting the book onto the chair, Hermione walked to the bed. It was getting late anyway. Plus, if she wasn't able to concentrate on anything, she might as well sleep, right?
A/N: Hi again I hoped you enjoyed the first chapter of a Pictures Worth a Thousand Words! I'll try to get the next chapter out in a week or so. Oh yeah here are the translations for the French in the story:
De Rien- No Problem (I think)
Vous parlez le français?- You speak French?