Historically Motivated
Chapter 1: Rude Awakening
Today is the day that I get to go to a wedding that deeply depresses me. Why it depresses me I have no clue, but either way I'm not looking forward to today's nuptials. I mean it could just be the fact that my marriage ended badly, or that it's my ex is family to the groom's side. I'm just happy that Harry agreed to let me sit on the bride's side, even if he is Best Man for Ron. Speaking of Harry I hate that he is in that tent and I'm left here to receive the glares not so young Ginny is sending my way. Must she still hate me when her brother cheated on me, beat me, and then left me for his baby momma? Christ some people never grow up, it's not like there hasn't been about 5 years since then. I mean she's got to be at least 24 by now… childish antics are not to be done at the age of 24.
At least the bridal side entry is far from the Weasley side of the church. Well at least Hermione put her foot down and got her church instead of the back yard like my wedding, though the flowers were gorgeous. Speaking of Hermione, I wonder what she's been up to since the last time I saw her. I mean last I heard from her life was too short to settle down, and that was why she wanted me to take the bull by the horns and run into my life wings spread wide… she always called me an angel, I don't get it either. Now I'm ruling the world, running and fucking my way through every country I can, and she's getting married to a boy she's known forever and been dating for 6 months. Speaking of which the last time I saw her was about 6 months ago… when we talked about romantic relations she did not mention marrying Ron, granted she also didn't think that my nightlife was a good fit for her either, and she didn't even know that they were women in my bed every night.
Ah but I bet she'll look gorgeous in that white gown, I hope it accents her amazing ass.
As I hear that faithful tune take hold of the audience I can't help but look at Harry, his face so ashen, probably because he's about to watch the love of his life walk down the aisle to her future husband, standing beside Harry. Poor Harry, I can't imagine looking into the eyes of my love while she says "I do" to another man, he's truly one in a billion for standing there during this. Well let us watch the girl about to rip out my boyfriend's heart, haha boyfriend wow that's a stinger. The ohh's and ahh's have me turning around to see this exquisite site of blue and red bird's flying in such intricate patterns you cannot mistake them for anything less than hearts. Though the birds and their flight are gorgeous, my eyes are glued to Hermione's face, my whole body is growing hotter and hotter, and I can barely see the rest of the room. The minute our eyes met my whole world exploded, the only thing I could say was "wow", and even it came out in a half whisper half moan. The second our eyes separated I took the chance to get out of there. Breathing had become a problem, and so was walking when the floor was spinning away from me. I could still feel her eyes on me as I pushed open the door. The tears streaming down my face no longer surprised me, I looked back at her for one last glance before I'd leave her forever. The hurt in her eyes was beyond evident when she saw my tears. I guess she's going to rip out my heart along with Harry's, this is great, just great. Fuck I'm in love with a girl walking down the aisle, and the worst part is I've known her a while and never had a clue.
Escaping into the back room I shut and barricade the door with every spell I can think of. Christ I can't believe I'm in this situation. Sliding down the door to the floor I can hear a lot of sounds in the other rooms, I'm focusing on the sound of my heart beat. As the beats of my heart hammer a song of sorrow into my head I distinctly remember a teacher telling us kids "the heart only beats for love, the sound it makes even says so, 'love dove, love dove'." It is quite ironic how the sound of my sorrow filled song of the heart is an audible "love dove" at the wedding of my love, where the birds presenting her were doves. The irony of this is sinking in when I hear the loud banging on the door to the room I'm barricaded in, and a very muffled voice yelling, "Fleur, Fleur wake up."
Huh I am awake.
Reaching for the door I begin to fall, and wake with a start in the floor of my flat in Italy. It was just a dream, damn I hate those dreams that seem so real you believe them. "Fleur! Open this door, I need to see you."
Harry sounded terrified on the other side of my bedroom door, he must need to tell me the latest development in his beloved's life. Funny how the thought of Hermione being his beloved still hurt, it'd been a year since her wedding and yet I still hurt from any news of her life, even through Harry.
"Harry I'm tired of this, you can't keep telling me about your love's life without us. I mean seriously I love her too, and this is killing me."
I open the door to see a bewildered expression on his face, before he breaks out laughing his ass off. "Fleur what on earth made you think my love was a woman?" He continues to laugh at me while walking to the mini fridge I keep all my alcohol in.
"But I distinctly remember you saying it was the wedding of the love of your life, it was Hermione's wedding. I just kind of figured." A moment of realization came over me and I got the bewildered expression across my face. "Wait if not Hermione then WHO? Oh my god you love RON!"
"Oh shut up, in case you don't realize you just seconds ago admitted to liking Hermione, haha as if I didn't know you were a lesbian before we started dating, but to be in love with 'Mione. Wow girl, I always wondered why you accepted the job without any information about it. You'd do anything for her I suppose." My pillow promptly met his head and I laughed as he toppled to the floor with the Gin in hand. "Actually I had no idea back then, I only realized the moment her face was revealed behind those doves at her wedding." In a fashion only Harry could muster he replied with, "Good timing eh? Anyway I can't believe you'd think I was into girls. I told you this arrangement we have benefits me too. Apparently it didn't benefit you though, I would even go as far as to say it hindered you in life." With the end of this he quirks and eyebrow giving me that evil, sadistic 'I know something you don't' face.
"What is it Harry, what have I lost with this arrangement? Because the way I see it I'm blessed to have you in my life as the love substitute that I'd be much worse off without. Besides in case you didn't see she said yes to a MAN, not chase after me."
He gave me this all too familiar look of pity and decided to explain where I lost out. "You weren't there anymore, remember, I was and I saw that she wasn't going to love him any more than she did back in school. And that was just a friendly love. I've never seen her look at someone the way she did you, she looked like the end of the world would have been heaven when you left the room." I couldn't take this, not now. "Harry that is beside the point, she still goes to sleep in his arms, makes love to him, and wakes up to his morning breath in her face. Even if she did want me she still married him, and I've not seen her since. Life is what it is, and I don't see that changing any time soon."
"Well all that proves is that you don't have premonition abilities. She left Ron, well actually he left her…" I choked, stammered and went to reply only to be cut off as he continued…"after finding her in bed with another…" my eyes searched his face for trace of a lie, and found none…"with a woman, a tall, blond haired, blue eyed woman. Hmm that description sound familiar?" with one glance at me he winked and took a sip of my Gin in his Coke. "But I guess since things are not going to change I won't tell you her reply to his asking her why."
I jumped him, tackled him to the ground and threatened him with a dry spell on the alcohol if he didn't tell me… so much for playing it cool and being adult about this. "Fine fine." He said waving a white flag out of his wand. "She said she loved another, but that the girl of her dreams seemed too content with traveling and fucking strangers than her. She told him that she was sorry for ever hurting him, and for lying to him for the past year and a half…. Funny thing for me is that he JUST left my place…. With his 'sorrow'." He said sorrow with air quotes and one of those shit eating grins you only get when you are either getting some or just got some.
I was happy for him, truly. And I was happy to hear the description that seemed to fit me perfectly. Yet I couldn't help the sorrow and tears from said sorrow that came. Harry looked worried as he wrapped me in his arms. He proved his self proclaimed know-it-all title by saying, "it's because she thought you were too busy fucking others to notice her love for you, and the fact that you kind of were, isn't it?" All I could bring myself to do was nod, he'd hit me hard in the gut with the last bit. I was depressed and trying to live. Maybe I was a bit too self involved to see it, I mean I didn't notice my own love for her until she was closing off from me for good. How ignorant can one girl get? I mean I must have been one vapid selfish bitch to not see someone that beautiful inside and out. I wanted to just ball up, and attempted to after a gulp from the nasty bottle of Gin I'd taken from Harry. "Hey now we both know you just keep that stuff around for me. Don't even start I saw that grimace. And for another thing, I'm not letting you just let this one go. Fate has given us both a second chance. I grabbed mine by the hips last night, I expect nothing less from you now… well unless it's still romantic." I give him a wavering smile. "Ok ok fine, but can you stop hinting to the, I suppose, amazing sex you had with Ron last night? Please just not this early in the morning." He took my hand and moved it up and down in his, "deal struck. Now go get your girl!" He shoved me toward the Fireplace, at which time I just asked him to tell me where to go cause I was just going to apparate there. "You know I'm claustrophobic Harry, I'm so not getting into that fireplace." He laughed and told me, and 'pop' I was gone.
