Chapter 3- Cassie
"Fleur…Ms. Delacour?" Professor Hushwood asked uncertainly as she circled around the French girl.
Huh?" Fleur asks as she wipes the sleep from her eyes.
"Ms. Delacour, I would be exponentially grateful if you could give me an hour of your precious time." Hushwood exclaimed sarcastically.
"Oui Professor." Fleur answered quietly. This would be the first time that she had ever gotten in trouble by a teacher.
"See me after class Ms. Delacour." Professor Hushwood threw over her shoulder as she continued down the aisle.
"Oui." Fleur said sullenly. Fleur didn't get much sleep the night before, or to be exact, about the whole of last week. Since the last time she saw Hermione, her mind raced with thoughts of the girl. The bell rang, signaling the end of the period. Fleur should have been heading to Professor Tolstoy's Charms class but stayed in Herbology.
"Fleur…I bet you know why I needed to see you, right?" Professor Hushwood began.
"Oui…I understand." Fleur said timidly as she almost began to cry.
"No no Fleur, don't cry." Hushwood exclaimed as she quickly stood up and went to the girl. "Don't fret Ms. Delacour, you aren't in any trouble." Professor Hushwood continued.
"What?" Fleur asked, very confused by her professor.
"You're not in any trouble…at least not in my class." Hushwood said as she stood up and walked towards the oval shaped windows. "Did I ever tell you about Cassie?" Hushwood asked quietly.
"Non Professor, 'ou 'ave not." Fleur answered as she made her way to the older woman.
Professor Isabelle Hushwood had been teaching at Hogwarts for the past ten years and was well liked among the students for her enthusiasm and level headed ways. She was thirty six, fairly tall and well built for her age with brown curly hair and dark green eyes. You either loved Isabelle Hushwood or you absolutely hated her. Fleur was among the many that loved her. "Cassie Martin was a girl that I went to Hogwarts with. While I was in my first year, she was in her third, and a perfect too. I envied her for the next three years. My third year, I realized that my feelings weren't just envy, but something more." Hushwood said smiling at the memories. Fleur stared, open mouthed at her favorite teacher.
"'Ou are…are…" Fleur couldn't say it though. Hushwood didn't answer, but instead brushed the words away with a wave of her hand.
"We got together my fourth year, her seventh, and stayed together for five years afterwards." Fleur watched as Hushwood smiling face quickly turned into a frown. She ushered Hushwood to continue as she took in her frazzled state. "She died in the war three years ago. Voldamort (spelled right?) told her to join or die. She wasn't even given time to consider the offer. Though…I doubt she would have." Hushwood scoffed. "I watched her fall, limp and pale. I couldn't do a damn thing though." Professor Hushwood screamed. Fleur didn't know what to do…what to stay. She wrapped a stiff arm around her professor and tried to calm her down. "Once you go through that…I didn't think I would make it. Dumbledore insisted that I come back to school. No one knew what I went through…no one really cared." Hushwood finished with a soft sob.
"Professor…I don't know 'ow 'ou feel, and I hope I never 'ave to." Fleur finished softly.
After a while, Hushwood cleaned herself up and looked to her pupil. "So…how is your time at Hogwarts treating you?" Hushwood asked vaguely.
"Fine…I guess." Fleur answered cautiously.
"Meet anyone worth mentioning?" Hushwood persisted, nudging Fleur. At that, Fleur quickly turned to face her professor with a dumbstruck expression plastered on her face. "I know." Hushwood said quietly as she readjusted her robes.
"'Ou know?" Fleur asked uncertainly.
"Yep." Hushwood answered as she jumped off her desk and walked to Fleur. "Hermione right?" she asked. Fleur blushed deeply and avoided her professors eyes.
"Oui, 'Ermione." Fleur said after she was able to control her features again. Hushwood nodded simply but didn't speak. "Does she like me?" asks Fleur, wideyed. Hushwood chuckled and faced her again.
"Why don't you ask her yourself?" Fleur quickly turned around, just in time to see a black robe swipe around the corner of the door.
A/N-Short chapter but take what you can right? Thanks for reviews…btw, if you watch South of Nowhere, I write a bunch of stories for that show. And if you don't…lets just say that if you like the whole FleurHermione relationship, you'll like the Spashley one. Please RR. Thanks.
