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thekeeper21: I'm glad your taking a liking to this story so much, your love for it only spurs me on to continue with this story more :D And they will be leaving the bus stop, eventually, but still not just yet i'm afraid hehe, i hope you can hold on until then :))

IndieFoxProductions/IndieFox: Your review brightened my day, im sorry about that little confusion, like i said i just needed to be sure, and sorry i never even realised that i was calling you that haha, but yeah sure if you want to go as chipmunk then thats fine, but i think your name is pretty cool as is :D

And wow, that has got to be a record, i didn't even know someone could read a chapter that fast hehe, this ones a bit shorter i'm afraid so you might just be able to bet that record for this chap :]

And locking them in a room 'ey, well if they've managed to come all this way from just one bus stop, who knows what could happen in there haha ;) And yeah i've been putting some more thought into a side-story and i think i could do the last chap in her POV, but that won't be until a while, i need to write some more of this story first, but defo an idea :))

And my fav couple you say, well i have many that i like, but my ultimate OTP has to be Brittana, i know, i know i'm writing Fleurmione so it should be them, and it was, definitley, for like a year and a bit, but when Brittana came along they took over my fanfictioning world instead. But Fleurmione have always remained in my head, and heart, and will always be a close second, for sho' :DD Sorry for the long reply, i'll let you read now hehe ;D

Lightning Lockhart: Haha, who doesn't want to give our lovely french veela a hug, im glad that i managed to make you smile. And thank you for your review, it warms my heart to read :)

And Yay! Another follower, i couldn't feel more grateful :] And you're going to read YMPD too, im happy to hear thank you for taking the time to do so, although i would like to apologize before hand for the terrible mistakes within the first few chapters, i want to fix it but i dont know how *gives a small shrug* either way i hope you enjoy reading it, i defo liked writing it, just not as much as this fic :D And i feel honoured to be one of your favs, your one of my fav reviewers, and i can only hope that you don't change your mind after this chap, hehe :))

earth2012: Thank you for taking the time to review, that made me all kinds of happy :)) And i wanted this story to be sweet and tender so im happy to see that you picked up on that, i hope i didn't dissapoint after this chap :D

Icy-Windbreeze: hehe, thank you for being impressed, im glad that your happy with the speed, i was afraid that many would want it to pick up a bit, but i always prefer it when couples take their time, it feels more realistic, don't you think?

I hope you like the progression and lets see if you can guess just where they might go next, and who knows it just might boost up their relationship, but im not gonna give too much away of course hehe :]]

gaby2angel: Haha, funny you should say that about her asking for a phone number, because after this chap she might do just that, but we'll see hehe )

Sorry this chapter is a bit shorter than others, but this is more of a filler, but its defo needed to lead up to the other chapters to come :) and please don't be mad at me, not all stories can be pure fluff, right?

But before i give too much away, please read and enjoy, and don't forget to tell me your thoughts, i love hearing from all of you :DD


Chapter Seven

I'm Sorry

You are Not happy. Not, not happy, at all. You could even say that you are verging on fuming. But you can not really be sure. All that you're certain of is that when you awoke this morning, 'happy' was the Last thing on your mind.

Gabrielle had called you again last night. And after every phone call with your little sister you almost expect to end it being at least the slightest bit mad. But after this particular phone call, you didn't end it being mad, you weren't even angry. You were so much more than that.

You were that mad, you woke up still feeling exactly the same way. You were that mad, that you can't even remember the whole conversation, not the good part at least. Gabrielle had never made you so angry before, but this time she had taken it too far.

"Just because Your boyfriend's didn't treat you well, does not mean you can pick on mine!" You can still hear her words now, and they cut through you just like they had done last night.


"Gabrielle, you know 'zat I am only trying to look out for you." You tried to reason with her.

"Oui, and I keep telling you, I do not Need you too! I am old enough to make my own mistakes now, Fleur; honestly you are worse 'zan mother and father!"

"Well if 'zey are not going to look after you 'zen someone 'has too!" You say, your voice rising higher now. "Have you ever 'thought 'zat maybe I would just like you to learn from My mistakes!"

"Non, 'zey are Your mistakes, not my own! I need to make my own, but how can I when you will not even let me look at another boy!" Gabrielle exclaims.

"Oh, I can not stop you from looking, you do 'zat anyway! You even let 'zem Touch you."

"Oh, and 'zey did not touch you! I am not 'stupid, Fleur, I can 'hear. I know what you did with Hugo, I 'heard you telling your friends!"

"Exactly, 'see, my Mistake!" You shout back, your anger now starting to kick in.

"And when are you going to realise 'zat I am Not going to make 'zat same mistake. Pierre treats me right. I am not just going to 'sleep with 'ze first man 'zat tells me I look beautiful, because you know what 'zey all 'say 'zat!"

"Huh!" You gasp your free hand shooting up to your mouth; words couldn't even come out of your mouth.

"OH, and another 'thing, at least I actually 'have friends 'zat care, what was it your friends told you to do. Oh yeah, 'zat's it, 'to suck it up and just go with it',"

"At least if My friends ever told me 'zat I would not listen to 'zem. I bet if your new 'precious' friend 'Hermione told you 'zat you wouldn't even 'zink about it would you!"

And that was when Gabrielle had officially crossed the line.

You don't know why you always have to bring up boys when you're talking to her, but most of the time that's what your conversations are based on. That's why you know to prepare yourself for an argument of some kind, but after that one you couldn't even think of words to say back. You didn't even want to bother trying.

She may have won that time, but you know that she had won in the most malicious way. For her to bring up Hugo was one thing, but then to go and mention Hermione too, that was taking it too far, and after that you had officially seen red.

"You take it too far, 'sometimes, Gabrielle." You let out in the most calming voice.

You had said it quietly, acting so cool and collected that you think even Gabrielle got goosebumps too. You rarely ever speak to her in that tone, but when you do you know that Gabrielle knows that's when she has done something wrong. So you knew for a fact that she knew she had taken it too far.

But you didn't even want to give her the chance to apologize, you hung up straight away.

The first thing you wanted to do was simply throw your phone straight at the wall and watch it smash into a million pieces. You knew that you should, you needed to let out your rage somehow. But you were that mad, you couldn't even bring yourself to do that.

You were so mad, you cried. Not the ear-splitting, heart-breaking kind of crying, but the silent, shoulder shaking, tears running freely crying instead.

The only thing you could do was slump down onto your bed, and let out your anger through tears. You had never cried yourself to sleep before that night, and you never wanted too again.

You knew that you shouldn't have been so mad at her; she had tried calling you all night. You knew that she wanted to be forgiven, that she wanted the both of you to laugh it off and forget, like you usually would after your many fights. But this time you couldn't.

You let your phone ring beside you, over and over again; you opened the text messages and saw the endless unhappy faces she would send. But you never sent anything back.

At that moment you didn't want anything to do with her. That made you cry even more.


You had felt so alone last night. All you needed was for someone to just Be there. And you couldn't help it, but the first person on your mind was her, was Hermione Granger.

You wanted to phone her up, so badly. You wanted to call her and just cry to her on the phone. You wanted her to come running, like you knew she would. And more than anything, you wanted her to wrap you up in her warm embrace. You wanted her to be your blanket that night. All you wanted, all you needed, was to smell lavender and honey, and feel at home.

But the simple thing was you didn't even have her number. You didn't have a clue were she lived, only that it was somewhere around your neighbourhood. You guessed. You didn't know how to contact her at all.

So instead all you could do was grab a fistful of your blanket and cry into it some more, imagining her smell, her hair, her eyes and her smile. All of which would be shining down on you.

And although the thought didn't stop your tears from falling, it did stop your heart from beating so fast. It stopped your blood boiling so much.

It helped you fall asleep that night.

But when you awoke this morning and saw no one asleep beside you, and remembered why your eyes felt so raw from crying, the anger soon came flooding back.

You were so mad, you thought of calling work and telling them you were ill today. But then you knew that meant staying in at home and feeling bad for yourself, and bad for her too as she would keep calling you endlessly until you picked up. And you still weren't ready to forgive her just yet. You knew that you would, forgive her, at some point. She is your sister; after all. But you couldn't do that today, not just yet.

So that's what leads you to now. You're sitting at your bus stop, like you do every morning, waiting for your usual bus to arrive.

Your brown woolly gloves shoved onto your hands, your brown coat wrapped tightly around you. Your arms crossed, sternly, upon your chest. Your jaw clenched so tight that if anyone were to speak to you right now you would snap.

You're sitting down on the cold hard bench, but all your weight is being put on your left leg whilst the other is frantically bouncing up and down.

Every second the time ticks by and your bus still hasn't arrived, leaves you irritated just that little bit more.

Every time you raise your arm to check for the time and see that it's still exactly the same as it was fifteen seconds ago, you let out a huff of annoyance. Your head shaking as you do.

Why can't the bus just Be here already?

You just want the day to be over with, so you can stop feeling this mad and forgive her already and move on. But you know that it won't happen that quickly, not with the time moving so slowly.

You've been waiting at this bus stop for a good ten to fifteen minutes now, and throughout all that time she hasn't once stopped looking at you.

You can feel her gaze, staring back at you, she hasn't looked anywhere else. Strangely enough, you know that that should annoy you even more. But it doesn't. If anything her stare is what's keeping you – just the slightest bit – calm right now.

You hadn't expected to see Hermione waiting for you when you got to the stop. You didn't think she would have gotten here so early. You didn't arrive here early for once.

But when you did see her, you didn't smile. You wanted too, especially seeing her eyes sparkling like they were and seeing her own smiling face, but it was either the mood you were in or simply the fact that she was here now, that made you want to just turn around and leave.

Instead, seeing her smile, you knew you couldn't walk away from her. Not even if you tried. So you walked over to your usual seat, gave her a small smile back, before sitting down and looking straight ahead. And you haven't turned to face her once since then.

But what's making you even madder, is the fact that she hasn't said anything from the moment she saw your face. Not one word has been said. And you're so grateful for that, you're not in the mood to be speaking to anyone right now. Not even her.

How can she know to do that?

To just sit there and be quiet for you. You haven't even known her long. You wouldn't have thought that it had only been a few weeks, because sitting here, in the silence with her watching you every now and then; it's almost like you had known her for years. And it's almost like she feels the same way too.

As she sits there watching you, like she keeps checking to make sure you won't break. Not saying a single word, not even checking if you're okay. She already knows the obvious answer, just by looking at your face.

Instead of asking and seeing if you want to talk it out (something you would absolutely hate to do right now) she lets you sit there, beside her, and be mad. She's simply letting you be angry, and letting your thoughts float around.

After another five minutes of still not looking at her precious face, she finally breaks the silence.

"Your bus is-"

But you break her off with a raise of your hand. You hang it in the space between you and finally turn to face her, with an eyebrow raised.

You don't mean to look at her so harshly. But you know that it's either a hand gesture or you'll open your mouth and finally speak, and in your current mood you know that the words you'll say will be anything but nice. And you definitely do not want her to be a victim of that right now. You would hate yourself even more if you made her upset too.

You know what you want to do, more than anything, what you need to do. You want to ask for her phone number, whether it is a mobile or otherwise, so badly. But, again, you can not speak right now, so you don't say anything.

Instead you speak to her through your face, just like you had then. And what irks you the most is the fact that she seems to understand too. Just by looking at your face, she knows exactly what you're saying. She knows that you don't mean it; she knows that you just don't want anyone to talk, so she goes along with you. She doesn't say anything else.

You put your hand down and place it across your chest again, before standing. You give her one small side-smile before you turn to catch your bus.

And just when you think you'd managed to survive, to go through with seeing her and not making her upset, she muttered out two short words that were enough to break your raging heart.

"I'm sorry."

Her voice was so small, so sad that it almost came out broken on the last word. That was enough to get you to face her again, and when you do, your heart breaks just that little bit more.

Her bright pale face, which is usually all smiles, is now facing the ground. Her head hanging down, almost ashamed, with no smile adorning her face. You know that she understood and that she knew you didn't want to speak. But you also know that she doesn't know why it is that you're mad in the first place.

Your first instinct is to run to her, that's what you know you should do, and you want to wrap her in your arms and tell her that it has nothing to do with her. That it's your entire sister's fault, again, like usual. You want to see her face brighten as she lets out that magical laugh of hers. You want to see her smile.

But standing there, only a metre away, apart of you – the stronger part – just can't bring you too. Instead all you can do is stand there, and watch her for a second more, before you decide to turn back around and get on your bus.

You're still really mad; you can feel it boiling in your veins. But now, more than ever, you feel your heart slowly begin to rip in two the further away from her you go. And that feeling is killing you even more than the words your sister said last night. Your last thought on your mind, as you begin to take your seat by the window, is that 'you knew you should have called off work today.'