A/N: Hi, it's me before the weekly update. Due to how well received the first chapter was and thanks to light traffic, I got home early and decided to reread and fix the second chapter and post it sooner.

Thestral212: Well, I told you I was going to post the story and here it is. Gabrielle is so badass that I love her. Let's see if I can brighten this night for you as well.

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So thanks for all the reviews, they made me really happy and I hope they never stop, they are the drug of us the fic writers. Oh, yeah I wanted to mention that I have read almost all the Fleurmione here and I wanted to try something different with our girls. I won't go into the triwizard because it is cliche by now. Shell Cottage will be mentioned but not the canon way. Actually, I wanted to write something that you had never read before so keep an open mind, that's all I will say.

Enjoy!


The long time lost halves would finally find the way home,

and their magie will reach the highest peak.

The blessed ones will be the carriers or reformation and peace.


2.- Chimera

When that was happening in France, in rainy England Fleur was smiling. Bill was trying to ask her to become his girlfriend when suddenly, she felt how her chest hurt, something bad had happened to one member of her family. After wincing at the pain, the French witch turned to see the redhead once more.

"Sorry, Bill" Fleur swallowed hard "what did you ask me?"

"If…" the redhead blushed profusely "you wanted to be my girlfriend, Fle…Look out!" his dark eyes widened, and he took his wand from his coat's pocket and ushered the blonde-haired witch behind him. He was not able to finish casting a protection spell when the green light hit him, and he fell limply on the floor. Bill Weasley died protecting Fleur Delacour.

"Now you have no one to protect your arse, disgusting creature" the death eater smile widened when he saw Fleur's horrified expression "don't worry, you will be joining your little half-breed sister soon" blue eyes widened with horror.

Gabrielle…

A second green light was forming on the wand of the death eater when Fleur took Bill's hand and apparated away. Once she landed at The Burrow, Fleur could not hold her tears anymore. Something was very wrong; she could feel it in her bones.

I need to talk to maman.

I need to make sure that Gabrielle is okay.

After the attack at Beauxbatons and faster than expected, the French Ministry of Magic temporarily blocked all communications and transportation systems including the floo network.

They did not want to risk more death eaters entering their country after the news of the attack at the prestigious French academy spread. The downside of this new regulation was that any French citizen living abroad had to stay out, as well.

Thanks to her home country's decisions, Fleur was stranded in England and Molly asked her to stay in The Burrow whilst she helped the Weasley's with Bills funeral's preparations. Two days later, Ron, Harry and Hermione got there from London.

Since the time she took care of her at Shell Cottage more than a year ago, Fleur had felt drawn towards Hermione. Her inner veela grew restless every time she was around the young witch and she could not understand why.

Shell Cottage was a small but cozy house Fleur had bought after deciding on staying in England right after getting a job at Gringotts. When she joined the Order, the French witch offered her place as a safe house for their members, so she was not surprised when time later, a house elf apparated bringing a severely injured Hermione plus Ron and Harry at her doorstep.

She promptly kicked the boys out of the room after they placed Hermione in her room's bed. Fleur couldn't hold her tears at the sight of the evidently tortured witch. She took extra care of her and healed all her external injuries but the one that was on her forearm.

Mudblood.

Since the moment she read that, Fleur swore she would try anything within her power to heal and break that damn curse. That is why she had returned to the Delacour villa to check on her family's private library.

Veela possessed ancient magic that had not been thoroughly explained through history due to the secretive nature of the species. In that slightly dark room of the house, her grand-mère found her taking as many books as her hands and arms were able to hold.

"Why would you need books on ancient spells and curses, my chère petite-fille?" her grandmother asked in veela with a raised eyebrow and a small smile.

"I am trying to heal someone, and I need all the information I can gather, grand-mère" Fleur admitted with a hint of desperation.

"Those are Veela secrets, Fleur," her grandmother warned.

"I will be the one brewing the potion, grand-mère" the blonde witch sighed "I won't disclose any Veela information with her, I…" teary blue orbs looked down with sadness "…just need to help her, to see her well. It wounds me to see her suffer." Fleur admitted with a sad smile.

I know that look, her grandmother gasped with realization.

She had used one of our advanced healing spells, that girl must be very important for her. It is just as if that girl…

It can't be.

"I…see…" Josephine Delacour studied her granddaughter's expression before continuing, "remember that there are books that cannot leave the villa so take notes, and just choose some of the allowed ones and take them with you, if needed"

"Thank you grand-mère" Fleur lit up and gave her grandmother a warm smile and a hug.

"Please come by the greenhouse before leaving for fresh ingredients," Josephine added before leaving "I would like to assess the problem and offer some help, as well." Fleur tilted her head confused; it was very strange that her grandmother wanted to help an étranger, word used for nonveela among her clan.

Maybe it is because she saw me so desperate to help Hermione, Fleur thought whilst watching her grandmother's retreating form with a slight frown.

Hours later, Josephine and Fleur stood next to each other and discussed what the latter knew and saw about Hermione's forearm injure. After several minutes pondering about her granddaughter's friend situation, Josephine found some potions that will ease the pain, but she would have to assess the injury personally to find a permanent cure.

Sadly, that had to wait due to the war. After destroying horcruxes and finally defeating Voldemort, it took around four months to restore and reopen Hogwarts. Hermione promised Fleur that they would go to see her grandmother as soon as she had some time off from school. It was during that time that Fleur started hanging out with Bill Weasley.

Despite skipping her last year's classes, Hermione took all her N.E.W.T.s and passed them with flying colors. After that, she moved to London to study at St. Mungo's because she wanted to become a healer, she preferred the term than mediwitch, maybe because her muggle upbringing and the negative connotation of the word witch had.

It only took her some weeks to be on the top of her class to the point that she would graduate in a matter of months.

Her advanced classes had started a few months ago, so Hermione would not be out of school for another three months and that made Fleur restless. She really wanted to help the witch and offer her some sense of normalcy that she knew Hermione was lacking.

But sometimes life has other plans, and just when the Gryffindor finished her studies and was taking a break before starting her residency, Bill was killed, and she was summoned to The Burrow.

When she saw Fleur after all those months, she could not help but smile warmly to the one that had been her confident during those dark times after escaping Malfoy Manor. Hermione Granger's fate was placed on Fleur's hands the moment the Golden Trio apparated in Shell Cottage more than a year ago and the connection among them was the same if not stronger.

The Gryffindor girl got there in the verge of death and Fleur's perseverance infused her with the strength she needed to heal her injured body and a piece of her scarred soul. Hermione realized that the French veela was not as cold and distant as the Weasleys had portrayed her.

In fact, it was the complete opposite. Every time Ron or Harry tried to enter the room she was staying, it was Fleur that shooed them telling them that Hermione was still unconscious or in no condition to receive visitors.

It was the veela who swallowed her tears and removed every little piece of glass that had stabbed Hermione's delicate skin after a chandelier fell on her and almost ended her life at Malfoy's Manor.

The same woman who tended her wounds and gasped surprised when she saw her mudblood scar. The veela that spent several nights reading so many books and, even traveled to France trying to find a way to heal that memento of darkness and sorrow carved on Hermione's forearm thanks to Bellatrix Lestrange.

The dark-haired death eater escaped from the Battle of Hogwarts and her whereabouts were still a mystery. Since she got the bad news, the young Gryffindor had recurrent nightmares about the time she was tortured.

Oh yes, Hermione owed Fleur so much. Most of her scars were no more than small pinky lines on her skin now but they made her feel embarrassed and ugly. However, she reasoned that those were better than being dead. Her scar on her forearm itched and swollen at times but she could still manage.

Since the moment, she was back at Hogwarts and then at St. Mungo's; Hermione stayed most of the time in the library learning all she could about dark magic and curses. She really wanted to get rid of that damn scar or at least, help Fleur with her research.

When they saw each other after months of practically no communication, Fleur smiled and waited for Hermione to take the first step, the French witch still remembered how much the younger witch was afraid of human touch after Bellatrix tortured her.

The young Gryffindor seemed to understand and took a step forward and hugged Fleur lightly who just stayed still until Hermione relaxed, it was just in that moment when the blonde-haired witch wrapped her arms around the younger witch and her inner veela flared slightly.

Warmth started spreading through Fleur's limbs and Hermione could not suppress a gasp before taking a step back and frown. Then, she felt it. A strong nausea hit the young Gryffindor and she took several steps back before running towards the nearest bathroom.

A sharp headache started spreading on Fleur's head and she rubbed the bridge of her nose before turning around and smile at the Weasleys not knowing what to say.


After washing her face, Hermione looked at herself in the mirror and could not help but scowl. She looked pale and weak and she did not like the feeling.

Besides that, why did I feel suddenly sick after Fleur hugged me?

On the other side of the house, the French witch was placing some folded clothes in the drawers to make some space since Mrs. Weasley told her that she would room with Hermione.

Saying that Fleur was nervous and excited was an understatement. She really wanted to catch up with the younger witch but at the same time, her head started killing her at the mere thought of being closer to the brown-haired Gryffindor.

Why is my body reacting this way towards Hermione?

She did not have much time to ponder about it when the door opened; it was Hermione carrying her beaded bag.

"I am sorry, Fleur" the brown-haired teen apologized with a whisper before looking down.

"It is okay, 'ermione" the French veela gave her a small smile and pointed to the bed on her right "you can take that one, I 'ad been sleeping on the other one anyways"

"Is it okay? If you want, I can go to Ginny's room instead," Hermione added quietly while looking down. She did not know why but she felt rather shy now.

"Stay, please" Fleur said with a sad smile. Deep inside, she felt that something was wrong, but she could not understand why it was for the life of her "you can change here, I will go to the bathroom" the French witch took the clothes she was going to wear to bed and headed out in silence.

Hermione changed into some dark shorts and a Gryffindor t-shirt and she suddenly realized that Fleur's thick accent had almost disappeared.

While musing on that, her eyes caught on some books she has not seen in The Burrow before, and she could not resist the temptation and picked the first one of the pile. It was dark green with a title in golden letters that she could not read, unfortunately.

Out of curiosity, Hermione Granger opened the book and suddenly, warmth engulfed her once more, like the one that exuded from Fleur and that caused her to feel nauseous a few minutes ago. This time however, the reaction was completely different, and she felt bathed in a warm light that made her smile softly.

The moment did not last long because in seconds, Fleur opened the door, and her blue eyes widened surprised when she saw Hermione with that book in her hands who just dropped it and landed on the floor with a soft thud.

"Why did you have zat book?" the French veela tried to ask as calm as possible but her sudden thick accent gave her away. If her grand-mère knew about this, she would not hear the end of it.

"I am sorry, I was just curious because I had never seen these kinds of books in The Burrow before" Hermione replied quickly while raising her arms defensively.

"They are my books, grand-mère let me take some from home" Fleur picked up the book and frowned when she saw the tittle in English instead of veela.

Why is it like that?

Oh.

Maybe Hermione has a veela mate somewhere looking for her.

Blue eyes widened with realization before clearing her throat and placing the book on top of the others. Then, she sat on her bed facing the Gryffindor.

"I am sorry, Fleur" Hermione looked down and sighed.

"Do you still have nightmares?" the French witch asked softly.

"Y…yes" the Gryffindor promptly replied and looked up. Nervous brown locked with warm blue and Hermione could not help but smile relieved, Fleur was not mad at her.

"I will keep an eye on you tonight then," the blonde woman added with a small smile.

"You don't have to Fleur; you just lost a good friend…" Hermione's protests were promptly silenced.

"Boyfriend…" the French witch whispered.

Boyfriend? the words were stuck in Hermione's throat and the nausea hit her again, but she took a deep breath trying to calm her nerves. She was feeling incredibly uncomfortable with this conversation.

"I…see" Hermione before sitting on her bed and taking a deep breath.

The moment Fleur pronounced the word boyfriend, the blonde womanfelt how her head started hurting once more and she rubbed her temples to avoid the incoming migraine.

Hermione could not hold her nausea any longer and rushed towards the bathroom, again. It was as if she was having an allergic reaction to something, but she could not tell to what it was.

Minutes later when Hermione came back to the room, she sighed when she saw that Fleur was asleep with her back towards her. Both could not sleep at all but were too proud to admit it.


A/N: Short, I know but hey, it was longer than the first one. Anyhow, I hope you had enjoyed the story so far and let me know your thoughts in a review.