Chapter 7: The Green Eyed Monster

It was just another ordinary Sunday afternoon in the Granger-Delacour household. The birds were chirping, a cool breeze was in the air, fluffy white clouds dotting a clear blue sky. The perfect scene of tranquility.

Until.

" 'Ermione Granger! 'Ow could you betray me so?! We are soul mates!" proclaimed a clearly upset Fleur that had just made her way into the study where Hermione was up to her normal Sunday reading.

"Hmm.."

" 'Ermione!"

"Hmm.." came the distracted response. Clearly whatever reading material Hermione had gotten her hands on was extremely intriguing.

"Are you not going to even pay attention to me!?" Fleur asked as she began to stomp her foot on the ground.

Hermione let out a sigh as she put her book down, "Fleur. I will forever be a bookworm remember? It is one of the many things that you found so endearing in me when you first laid eyes on me."

Fleur contemplated this statement and was about to say something when Hermione let out a sigh.

"Oh," said the younger witch, "I get it. Chapter 7." Hermione put down her book and braced herself. Now the young witch was not bracing herself in fear of her mate's anger. Hermione was trying to make sure that she would not break out in laughter at Fleur's latest jealous rant. To be honest Hermione found it, well, a tad hot.

This put the older witch back down the warpath.

"Don't you dare try and belittle my Veela emotions 'Ermione Granger!"

Hermione stifled a giggle, well tried her best to stifle said giggle that somehow managed to escape her mouth. This only further infuriated the older witch.

"I demand a divorce!" Fleur declared. Hoping to convey the seriousness of the situation to Hermione.

All it did was make the younger witch laugh harder.

" 'Ow can you sit zere so calmly you trollup!"

"Trollup!?"

Fleur pulled out a letter from her back pocket and waved it in front of Hermione's face.

"Yes!" Fleur confirmed. "Trollup, I can't believe you are still wiz Victor!"

Hermione found herself distracted, she sight of Fleur in such a worked up state, heavy breathing, flushed face, eyes blazing…

" 'Ermione! Eyes up 'ere!" Fleur admonished, almost regretting her choice of top for the day. Almost, it was nice to be noticed.

"Stop using your damn Veela thrall!"

Hermione shook her head, although it did very little to dispel the current thoughts running through her head. Very little. She sighed and took the letter from Fleur for further inspection.

"O, I see zat you are quite intrigued at wat Victor haz to say!" Fleur exclaimed as she began to literally shoot magic out of her extremities.

"You could have asked me to the ball yourself you know," Hermione said as she rolled her eyes. She opened the letter and gave it a quick glance, then burst out laughing.

"Chapter 6 'Ermione! Or do you forget 'ow repulsed you where wiz me!"

"Oh ya"

Fleur was enraged. "Non, zat brute shall never 'ave you! I shall challenge him to a duel to ze death!" She proclaimed. She was a proud Veela, to lose her mate to another was just not acceptable. She would prove her worth.

Hermione decided she was going to have a little bit of fun at Fleur's expense.

"Well, then you will also have to duel Ron. Harry. Ginny. Luna. I also believe I have been rumored to be involved with Professor McGonagall."

"Ginny is gay? I believed she waz wiz Harry."

"I think we had a threesome once. Or was that with Ron and Harry. It is all so confusing."

"Zen I shall fight zem all!" Replied a clearly enraged Fleur.

"I see," replied Hermione, trying her best to stifle yet another giggle.

"I shall use my Veela strength, you know very well ze lengths zat ze Veela will go through."

Something about seeing Fleur this possessive was clearly turning Hermione on.

"Eyes up 'ere!" Fleur demanded. Her resolve was crumbling and the overwhelming desire to take her mate was building quickly.

"Hmm."

" 'Ow can you be so calm! You must not love me!" the Veela dramatically proclaimed.

Hermione had enough and couldn't hold in her laughter anymore as she started to read the contents of the letter out loud.

"My dearest Fleur. It has been a long time…"

"Wat!" Fleur proclaimed as she looked around rather sheepishly.

Hermione just laughed.

"O... So Victor was writing me?"

More laughter.

"Umm, 'Ermione, I waz not serious about a divorce." Fleur gulped.

"Uh huh," Hermione said as she started walking slowly towards Fleur.

Fleur oddly felt like a piece of meat. Or perhaps an antelope. An antelope in front of a rather menacing lion. 'My 'Ermione's hair seems to be more bushy then usual' Fleur thought. Odd the thoughts that pop into one's head before the eminent demise.

"Chapter 7," Hermione started, "is always, always, followed by Chapter 12." And with that Hermione stepped past Fleur and walked up the stairs.

Fleur was quite glad that their kids were at Harry's. Or where they? Did they have kids? She couldn't remember.

"Fleur. Get up here. Now"

Gosh she loved Chapter 12.


short. hopefully a laugh. today needs some laughter... cause the giggles of 20 innocent kids will never be heard again..