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A/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:
'She's my sin; by Nightwish.'
Chapter Summary:
A small insight into Fleur's life, and how she's dealing with her inner Veela when this tries to take control of her urges.
Hermione and Ginny meet someone from their past. Things are not going to be easy starting from now for our bookworm friend.
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PARFUM FRANÇAIS
By: DeyoChan
CHAPTER II/IX
SHE IS MY SIN.
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Hermione Granger was an intelligent and loyal girl; who had a very clear idea of what she wanted do to for a living: Help the others; help those who can't be defending themselves against an unfair situation or just from a simple law. Though she wanted to start with making official the 'S.P.E.W.' organization, the first thing she had to do was to finish school, focus completely on her studies, trying to minimize any distraction that might keep her away from her goal.
If not for her best friend, Ginevra Weasley, the vivacious redhead, captain of Gryffindor Quidditch team, Hermione might as well be taken for a zombie. Ginny had made her mission to help her friend to have faith in life again, and to find love again.
It has been over a year after the Great War and Hermione seemed unwilling to develop any social bonds with new people.
From time to time Hermione would fall asleep and see it again: The exact moment when the deathly curse hits Pansy, taking her life away right before her eyes.
'Good thing Mrs. Weasley killed Bellatrix.' She thought bitterly whilst taking a look to her left forearm. By now she wears the scar on her skin, the one that reads 'mudblood', with pride and sometimes, with a bit of shame. It was a reminder that she was a survivor, but Pansy wasn't. 'Pansy wouldn't like me to be self-pitying here.' Hermione smiled, thinking of the teasing this behavior could've ignited from Pansy.
Hermione sighed, standing up, walking to take a look thru the window.
'I know I will never forget about Pansy…after all, she was my first kiss, my first love, my first…she was my all.' Hermione sobbed resting her forehead on her arm whilst watching the school grounds thru the window. 'Ginny's right…I need to move on, and that does not necessarily means forget about her. I need to be myself again, this remoteness with the one who used to be my friends…Merlin, I'm so lost.' she bemoaned wiping her tears with the back of her hand.
Nodding to herself, Hermione smiled for the first time in months.
'This is a good day to stop mourning my loss in front of everyone.'
"You will always be in my heart Pansy... fate didn't want us to be together," Hermione sighs loudly, looking at a photo she was holding between her hands she'd taken from the nightstand.
In said photo, she was held from behind by a rarely beaming Pansy Parkinson, both of them giggling at the camera, kissing shyly on the lips not caring to look at the camera again, lost in each other's eyes.
She must've got lost in her thoughts, because when she heard the door close, her friend Ginny was watching her with a sad look on her face.
'Ginny, you dummy…did she hear?'
Smiling softly, Ginny walked towards Hermione, "Before you ask, yeah, I heard you." This statement earned her a frown from her friend; "And I know it is not easy to move on, I lost a brother, remember?" She said taking the photo from Hermione's hands in order to put it back to where it was on the nightstand next to the bookworm's bed. "We both know she didn't want you to be like this."
Nodding her head, Hermione smiled back, "I was grieving her for too long, wasn't I?" Ginny just shrugs.
"Everyone heals on their time 'Mione." The redhead assures.
"I am ready to be myself." Hermione said with a sad smile, "I hate you when you're right though!" She playfully adds nudging Ginny's shoulder.
Snickering, Ginny adds, "Well, just remembering how Pansy used to tell you how much she loved to hear your laugh."
Shaking her head, Hermione smiled, "Yeah, right before she started to tease me making awful jokes about me and-"
"-your cute bubbly ass!" Ginny completed the sentence for her; "Oh Merlin, how could I've forgotten about that!?"
Both girls started to guffaw remembering how pansy used to praise Hermione's rack in her very own tender way. Hearing her friend's kind memento, Hermione walked towards the bed, taking between her hands the photograph again. Nodding, she opened her trunk, placing the picture inside a little wood box where she kept some gifts Pansy gave her during their relationship's years.
"She would be happy to see you smile again," said the redhead, placing a hand on Hermione's shoulder squeezing affectionately.
With a shy smile, Hermione nodded. Ginny was right, sometimes bad things happen to good people and Pansy was aware of the risk she was taking acting as a double agent.
"You know Gin, I feel bad because we never tried to find out who helped us against Bellatrix, that girl, I never saw the face." Hermione sighed.
"I think that girl doesn't even remember who helped back then. Remember that the ministry of Magic allowed and trained several senior year students as Aurors in order to help Harry's cause."
"Yeah," Hermione smiled sadly, "-I guess its for the best to forget about tha-"
"No," Ginny interrupts her, "-don't forget. Forget about things, hurtful thing specially, doesn't help to heal, it only suppresses the pain and sooner or later you're going to be depressed as fuc-"
"O-OKAY!" giggled Hermione, "I get it." Ginny was grinning at her, "You know, you're really good at this listening-advising broken people like me thing? Have you considered using it for good?" Seeing the redhead's interested face, she continues, "-I am not sure if wizarding world has a profession where you can help to heal peoples' minds, but Muggles-"
"Ooh!" Ginny nodded enthusiastically, "Don't worry. I, actually have something in my mind." She winks at Hermione.
And after those words Hermione began her hard journey of overcoming to the greatest lost she'd suffer in her life.
It took her long and arduous months of hard work and perseverance to get to feel half like herself again. The smiling and cheerful Hermione that Pansy Parkinson loved to spend time with was almost back full.
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A representative of the Saint-Éloy-les-Tuileries French Hospital "For Magic War wounds" a blue eyed, beautiful blonde girl, a Mediwizard student was the intern selected to spend a full month in Hogwarts as the final part of her Medical studies. The task was simple: To interview a handful of potential candidates, evaluate them and crush their dreams of becoming a Mediwizard if their scores were bellow excellent.
The Saint-Éloy-les-Tuileries School's program only accepts the best of the best.
She also had to study for the final exams, she'll mostly have when she was back at school and have to keep practicing helping Madame Pomfrey in Hogwarts' nursery whenever the older nurse see fit. The name of this beautiful and smart girl was Fleur Delacour, and she'd looked forward to the day she could return to Hogwarts…and see her crush again, Hermione Granger.
Fleur had already done a mental agenda: locate her dorm, start with the interviews she was assigned as soon as possible, and help Madam Pomfrey whenever she was needed. 'I'll probably face Ginevra as well…I remember Williams said she and 'Ermione were best friends…'
Her strange affection for Hermione had started a year ago, the night she and Bill Weasley announced their engagement at a family dinner. 'Though, I remember 'Ermione was dating the same girl she was with that night in the forbidden forest…'
The blonde hadn't paid attention to Hermione when she was staying at Hogwarts for the 'Three wizard tournament.' But that day, at the Weasley's household… it hit her like a train out of nowhere.
The Veela inside her was going nuts every time Hermione was close to her, the girl's smell, her laugh, her smile, and her lips were inviting her to claim her in front of everyone, not caring to brake William's heart and steel away from the raven-haired girl the 'Oh so promised Mate' her inner Veela was longing for so long. She had to refrain herself from staring too much at the bookworm that was holding another girl's hand.
If Fleur was honest with herself, she really felt terrible about what happened to Hermione's girlfriend. She couldn't help Pansy, she was useless as an Auror, 'Probably I'd be better helping the injured ones…' Even though she was the one who helped Mrs. Weasley to capture (and let her kill) Bellatrix Lestrange; Fleur was completely sure Hermione didn't recognize as her savior that night. 'And it is better this way.' She sighed finishing unpacking her trunk.
"I hope tomorrow will be a better day." She said to herself looking through the window. 'The forbidden forest, how…fitting.' Fleur quipped darkly.
"How have you been…'Ermione?" she asked to no one in particular keeping her sight in the green landscape through the window.
She clenched her teeth holding her head with a hand, keeping the other on the cold window glass trying to keep her inner desires at bay. 'No! Not now…I don't need to deal with you…stupid Veela, stay down! I've found you a Mate! His name is William and you're engaged to him! Don't you see it!?'
Again, her head felt like exploding. The inner Veela wanted to walk thru the front door and shout Hermione's name, claiming as her mate and consummate their lives together. 'To be one with 'Ermione.'
'Grand-mère said that if sometime I had some problem keeping at bay this part of me…or if the Veela inside my tried to take over, all I had to do was talk to her? But, how?!'
Looking around her room realization hits her.
'The mirror!'
"I must be going crazy," Fleur said to herself, as she sat in front of the closet's front mirror, "-I tell you what," she said, looking straight to her reflection, "-let's do our job and if we ran into 'Ermione," Fleur's reflection arched a brow startling the blond, but she keeps talking to the mirror anyway, "-we can look for ourselves if she's the right for us," the Fleur from the mirror smirked back, "-okay, I just want to be sure." She said in a small voice making the blonde from the mirror smile tiredly before nodding their head.
'I am definitely going crazy!'
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Hogwarts' senior year students were super excited. Today, at Hogwarts, they will have some sort of 'Career festival' and they will be to ask and search for the best career they might like. Other's than the regular ones, Auror, desk assistant at the ministry of magic; they're also were some hard to get in schools such as Saint-Éloy-les-Tuileries Hospital with the greatest internship program among all European professional schools.
Hermione and Ginny were walking, taking in all the information they could muster.
"So, what are we looking for, Gin?" Asked Hermione, eying Ginny intently reading and long brochure.
"Uh," grunted Ginny still reading something that obviously didn't like her.
"What is it Gin?"
Whining, Ginny halts her walking, "I need to be taking at least six classes and have at the end of the year five outstanding marks and they only allowing-" the red head stopped her whine, "-I know my grades are not that bad, but-"
"Ginny," Hermione sighed, "-you have the second best grades in our class."
"Yeah, but just because of you. There's no chance for us whenever you're around, you're like a walking brain."
Rolling her eyes Hermione said, "Whatever, what were you whining for?"
"I wasn't whining!"
Smirking at Ginny's pout, Hermione continues, "Why do you need so high scores for?"
Ginny didn't reply, instead she pointed to a booth close by. Hermione's eyes widening in surprise.
"No way…" the bookworm whispers, "-a-are you, Gin?" she dumbly asked, shifting her gaze from the redhead to the booth that reads: 'Saint-Éloy-les-Tuileries Hospital internship program.'
"Yes, way Ginny!" The redhead grinned proudly.
"A-Are you sure? It's a lot of work," Hermione said, walking towards said booth aside with Ginny, "-I mean, is not that the other careers are not as important, but Merlin! Ginny, a Mediwizard? A healer?"
Reaching their destiny, both girls stood behind a tall boy that was receiving information, they simply settled to wait for Ginny's turn.
"I still don't know," the redhead said, "-with my actual grades I can be easily accepted as a healer, but you know," she shrugs, "-I don't mind hard work, and-"
"And of course you'll be able to travel around the world as a Mediwizard in order to gain more experience." Hermione smirked at the end of the sentence noticing a blush on Ginny's cheeks.
"W-Well, that's the job's perks!"
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Fleur was smiling at the nervous boy before her, 'Ugh, I hate when this thing…this Veela thing starts to mess with the guys' urges. Thought when it happens with the girls…No! Shit, why am I thinking about that?! I hope I see 'Ermione today, it is almost time to go to Pomfrey's…' Thought Fleur whilst smiling and explaining the program and the requirements a possible new student will need to the giggling boy.
Waving her hand in a goodbye manner, Fleur closed her eyes sighing. 'I bet 'Ermione's not interest in the healing area an-'
"Fleur?" a voice said her name.
'I know that voice…' Fleur said to herself turning her head slowly, "G-Ginevra?"
Smiling softly, Ginny moved to the back of the booth in order to give Fleur a tight hug. After all, she was her older brother fiancée.
"What are you doing here?" asks the redhead.
Smiling Fleur took a seat where she was before, inviting Ginny to join her. Nodding, the redhead took a seat in front of the blonde not taking her eyes away from her. To Ginny, Fleur looked…not like she used to be, in fact, the blonde seemed a bit down.
"I-It's everything alright, Fleur? Is Bill not treating you well?" The redhead asked with a hint of uneasiness.
Blue eyes widening in surprise, 'This girl's certainly very perceptive.'
"I-Is not that," retorts Fleur, "-I think I'm a little exhausted." She adds quickly.
Squinting, Ginny simply nods silently.
"So…aside from saying Hi." Fleur said, "-What can I do for you, Ginevra?" 'Don't ask about 'Ermione just yet…stay calm and try to-'
"Oh!" The redhead said happily, "I was with Hermione, but-" she stood looking for her friend, "-apparently I lost her." She snorts.
"W-What?" gasped Fleur, "-E-Ermione… is she here?" She asks pacing her gaze all over the great hall where the other booths were located.
When she was distracted, a silhouette was standing behind the blonde.
"Hi, Fleur." Hermione's voice greets her, startling the blonde making her stiffen a shriek behind pale hands.
Gaping at the bookworm, Fleur couldn't keep her eyes from watering. Her inner Veela was fighting the need to hold Hermione in her arms and kiss the days out of her in front the whole school. Apparently she ogled Hermione a tad too much, because she started to shift in her spot, it was Ginny's small nudge what brought Fleur to the reality.
Blinking, Fleur couldn't control herself and moved passed the booth until she reached Hermione. She stared at the, slightly, taller bookworm and smiled relieved. 'She's okay!' Fleur's instinct took over and long gone where the personal boundaries. The blonde reached over Hermione, holding her in her arms, burying her face in the curve of Hermione's neck. Fleur inhaled slowly, nuzzling tenderly in soft and warm skin.
An awkward cough brought reality to Fleur's senses, letting go of a very stunned Hermione immediately.
'What was I doing? I told you, stupid thing…stay down! Do you want to scare Hermione away from us?'
Ginny's blue eyes where shining with mischief, 'Oh, dear Merlin…'
"So happy to see Hermione, aren't we Fleur?" Ginny teased, well knowing that Fleur somehow liked her best friend for some odd reason. 'Smooth Flegg,' she thought with a roll of her eyes, 'Please leave my brother before you hurt her and flirt with Hermione all you want!'
"I-I am happy to see you too Ginevra." Fleur awkwardly tried to save her remaining dignity after being caught up with the sudden burst of affection. "W-What can I do for you," she asks, looking in Hermione's direction, "-I mean, what can I do for you girls?" the blonde amends her phrase.
"Oh, I actually want some info about-" Ginny's voice began to fade away from Hermione's auditory range.
Hermione was stunned. Sure, she liked Fleur, the blonde was a very nice person, but they weren't what one could call close friends, not even Ginny was close to Fleur and they were about to become a family. The bookworm turned her gaze towards a very interested redhead listening to what Fleur was explaining about her school. She couldn't help herself and Hermione's gaze began to wander over Fleur's perfect body.
Unbeknown was to Hermione that Fleur's Veela instinct was calling the big guns, activating the Veela hypnotic mating call. A silent one.
'Fleur looks fantastic!' Hermione though, Fleur's hypnotic scent hit her and started to lure her into the blonde. 'She's very attractive, with those beautiful blue eyes and that beautiful blonde hair that I bet it's as soft as silk, I want to run my fingers thru it. Those legs, had they always been so toned? Does she work out? Because that arse is certainly… it is so perfect…' without noticing, and with Fleur and Ginny engrossed in the Mediwizard school information, Hermione started to walk towards the blonde as if some magnetic force was calling her, '-those lips are so plump and look so soft, she's got a beautiful face, I want to caress her cheek with the back of my hand, I want to hold her in my arms and…Oh god, what's that smell?!' She was now standing behind Fleur. 'How did I get here?'
Hermione started to think about the sweet and soft perfume she smelled when the blonde hugged a few minutes ago. Coming out of the trance, she didn't notice she was being victimized by, Hermione's brain started to think properly again.
'Where have I smelled this perfume? Why is it weirdly familiar?'
Hearing Fleur's soft voice explaining the academics and the way the introduction to the freshmen student's program to Ginny, had Hermione kept thinking, trying to remember why that scent was so alluring, almost inviting her to kiss the blonde.
'Why's wrong with me?! She's engaged with Ginny's brother! And I know Bill…though I love the way Fleur's lips move when she talks, the cute little accent she still has, and those blue eyes that seems deeper than the ocean itself. And those legs, have she been so beautiful, like back when we first meet and…-'
Hermione felt her knees go weak when realization hit her. She dropped to the floor the jar with the estrange potion she was holding close to her eyes, making said potion to be splatted around her feet.
The loud noise attracted Ginny's and Fleur's attention to the gaping bookworm who was pointing flabbergasted towards the blonde before her muttering something inaudible.
"Hermione, what is it?" her friend quietly asks her friend, whilst Fleur's gaze was shifting from one to the other girl.
"I-It was you-" Hermione said in a hoarse voice.
"Sorry? I am, what?" Fleur asked nervously.
'Why's she saying that…there's no way she remembers, I mean it's not like she saw me back then and-'
"It was you," Hermione said louder this time, "-in the forbidden forest, you are the one who saved me."
'Merde! She does remember me!' Thought Fleur, her inner Veela was doing a very happy dance inside her guts, 'Oh, not now you, stupid…damn, instinct!'
Blue eyes went wide and her body stiffened. It was Fleur's time to stare, mouth agape to Hermione.
TBC
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