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Herbology: Hermione/Tonks/Fleur - Fandom: Sherlock

Fortnightly - Write about someone trying to escape problems

Around the World - 17 - Character: Tonks

Pop Figure - The Falcon - 1 - Charlie Weasley / 3 - Word: Blind / 4 - Emotion: fear

Seasonal:

Days of the Year - January 16th - Write about Charlie Weasley

Winter - (word) cough

Colour - Mauve

Winter in Japan - Write about someone becoming an adult

Slytherin House - Traits: Clever

Writing Club:

Disney - Character: 1 - Write about a strong female character

Amber's Attic - 19 - Write about hiding someone or something (BONUS)

Angel's Arcade - Harley Quinn - Someone eccentric

1000 - Fleur/Tonks/Hermione

Hogwarts Assignment 2 - Counselling - Write about someone trying to help their friend or loved one.

Baker Street

Hermione/Tonks/Fleur

Sherlock!AU

I can't write accents...

Tonks curled up on her chair, her eyes moving between her laptop and her roommate. She had an article to write, yet watching the way Fleur's fingers ran over the harp as she strummed, lost in her song, was a constant distraction.

"You're thinking too hard." Fleur didn't turn her gaze to Tonks, nor did she stop playing, the song not faltering for a single moment.

"Yeah? What gives you that idea?" Tonks found herself asking. She regretted it the moment the words left her mouth because she was scared that one day Fleur would pinpoint the exact reason.

"I can't hear the click of the keys," Fleur said. "Also, when you're typing, you can't do so without a cup of tea and you haven't made one in thirty-seven minutes. Your current cup is cold, but you've only drunk half of it at most."

"How do you know that? You've not looked over once."

"I heard you set it down four times."

"Right." Tonks snorted, amused. She didn't know why she asked these things anymore, because Fleur always had an answer. "I'm considering what to write."

Fleur nodded, her eyes fixed on the harp. "Which is why you're thinking too hard. You need a distraction."

Tonks didn't mention that Fleur herself was distraction enough. She remained silent, wondering if her friend and roommate had anything in mind.

"Detective Inspector Weasley is almost here. Perhaps he's got something that'll interest us. I'm in need of a challenge."

"How could you know that?"

"A car pulled up outside two minutes ago but the doors didn't open until thirty seconds ago. Most people leave their cars immediately, but Weasley was preparing himself for coming up here and asking for help," Fleur offered. "I heard the knock downstairs, so I know that the car pulling up was for us, and Weasley's pleasantries with your cousin downstairs always delays him."

Tonks listened carefully and she heard voices. Just a murmur, but enough to tell her that Fleur was probably right. Though…

"You've missed something," Tonks replied smugly.

"Of course I haven't," Fleur insisted in a dismissive tone.

"Charlie isn't alone."

"Charlie? Who is Charlie?"

"What do you mean, 'who is Charlie'?" Came the DI's voice from the staircase. "Didn't you know that was my name?"

"I thought it was Chad."

"Chad," Charlie muttered. "Whose name is Chad, really, Fleur."

She shrugged her shoulders in a delicate way, Tonks snuck another look before glancing towards the door. Charlie walked in.

"You see, he's alone," Fleur said.

"Except for the woman he brought along," Tonks added.

"Woman? Weasley, from my deductions, I'd have expected you to bring a man."

"What do you mean by that?" Charlie asked, glancing between them.

"Oh, mostly from your fascination with—"

"Never mind," Tonks interrupted quickly. "Wotcher, Charlie."

"Nymphadora," Charlie said, a smile on his lips when he turned to look at her. "I have brought someone. You remember Hermione Granger?"

Tonks nodded. "Ron's friend?" She remembered the girl. Fourteen years old, short, wild hair, very awkward. Though that had been ten years ago, and who wasn't awkward at that age? "Didn't she have a crush on you?"

Charlie chuckled. "That's why Fleur's the detective," Charlie insisted. "She needs help and… well, who do I trust more than you?"

"I haven't agreed to take the case yet," Fleur insisted, glancing towards the door as Hermione walked in. Tonks watched Fleur as her gaze shifted. She probably knew everything about Hermione in seconds, but Fleur's gaze lingered and Tonks turned back towards the door.

This wasn't the Hermione she remembered. The woman in the doorway was wearing a black pencil-skirt and a mauve shirt. Her bushy hair was a little more tamed and pulled back into a bun and she wore a green cardigan over her outfit. She had grown up, Tonks realised. She had almost expected to see the awkward teen that had watched her and Charlie intently when they were all at Charlie's family home. She hadn't expected a grown-up.

Immediately Hermione's lips curved into a beautiful smile. "Tonks," she said, starting forward. Tonks stood from her seat, her arms coming up to hug Hermione in greeting. "It's been too long."

"It really has," Tonks agreed. Her hair smelt nice, she decided, before realising it was creepy to be smelling Hermione's hair. She quickly pulled back. "Take a seat - what can we do for you?"

"I'm Fleur, consulting detective," Fleur said loudly, clearly not used to being ignored.

"It's lovely to meet you. Charlie had… nice things to say," Hermione insisted.

Fleur looked surprised for a moment. "Of course he did. Has he mentioned that I solved seven cases for him that the whole of Scotland Yard were baffled over? Of course, they used all of their resources before coming to me and requesting I solve the whole case for them with barely any evidence. That was just this year. They should come to me more often if they want things done quickly."

Hermione stared at her for a long moment, the smile still on her face. "I'm sure they appreciate your help," she said.

"And what is so important about this case?" Fleur asked. "Weasley, you've come in here in a more relaxed manner, suggesting this is outside of the Scotland Yard. Is it a favour? We're not in the business of favours."

"I am," Tonks said.

"It is a favour," Charlie confirmed, sighing softly. "But it's also something that made me think of you both. Hermione isn't safe in her home. She doesn't live on the ground floor, but someone's been in her home without setting off her alarms. They didn't use the front door to get in, the windows can't be reached from the street either."

"You've evidence someone was in there?" Fleur asked, leaning forward.

Hermione nodded. "I've been fighting for equal rights in the workplace. Someone tore my home-office apart. When I say tore apart - they actually ripped up all of the information, leaving it strewn around. I don't know if they were searching for anything in particular or sending a message. I've not a clue who would be so against this." Her voice shook slightly and Tonks noticed the fear in her eyes, though Hermione was doing her best to hide it.

"Was anything missing?"

"Only my pin collection," Hermione insisted, frowning slightly. "I have a folder with all of the flyers and literature we've produced for people. Photos of all of the banners. Also I have a tin with all of the different badges we've worn to promote this. Sentimental, I know, but I like to look through them sometimes. That tin seems to be the only thing missing. I had some cash on the counter, electronics too. They walked past my valuables to get to these things."

Fleur stared at Hermione, her gaze lingering once more. Tonks tried to ignore the jealousy building up inside of her.

Finally she nodded. "They were blind to everything else, only stopping to complete whatever mission they had been set," she said. "Bring your stuff through."

"My stuff?"

"You feel unsafe in your home," Fleur said. "Fear is an easy emotion to spot, though the Inspector would tell you that it's safe. Unless he agreed that you had something to fear, of course." She glanced around, seemingly glad that all attention was on her. "Weasley could have approached us with this information himself, but he's too concerned to leave you, which means he feels you need protecting. He brought you here to meet us, which means he wants us to offer protection since Tonks is trained to do so."

"Where will she sleep?" Tonks asked.

Fleur smiled. "I'm sure we'll work something out."

Tonks turned her attention back to Hermione, smiling reassuringly.

Hermione looked between the pair, her cheeks turning red and Tonks wondered what she was so shy or embarrassed about. She had barely looked at Charlie since walking in, so it wasn't her childhood crush on him that had her cheeks changing colour.

"So… are you two dating?" Hermione blurted out.

It was Tonks' turn to redden as Fleur's gaze shifted from Hermione to her. Now the thought was in Fleur's mind, Tonks was certain she'd work out the truth.

Charlie let out a nervous cough. "They're…" he began.

"We are… undefined," Fleur interrupted, her voice softening. "Though I know you're single because of those particular pins in your hair. Could this be an ex perhaps? Maybe the woman you were dating up until a month ago?"

"How did you…"

"The lack of ring on your right hand. You keep going to touch it, meaning its been there for a while, but it's not anymore. If it were a family ring, you'd still have it on. If it were from someone else - like a friend. But the fact you've taken it off means it was a former lover. Right hand, not left, so you never married her."

"How do you know it was a her?" Tonks asked.

"I'm just being hopeful, for our sakes," Fleur admitted, a beautiful smile appearing on her lips. "Am I right?"

Hermione nodded, sneaking a look at Tonks, and suddenly Tonks realised something she had gotten wrong all of those years ago.

Hermione never had a crush on Charlie because it wasn't Charlie she had been watching. It was her instead.

Her own smile widened. She was looking forward to having Hermione around, and judging by the look on Fleur's face, she was too.