Smiling through Destined Tears
They found solace, trapped, hidden because of the cave in. The younger of the two was bleeding… she could smell the blood as she held her in her arms. It had been an attack on the younger girl's home and the Order of the Phoenix went to their rescue. However, the blonde haired sixteen year old girls whole family was dead.
That was the consequence of denying to join the Dark Lord Voldemort, but the blonde half Veela had saved the girl and drag-carried her off into the woods around the manor, her own ankle sprained; she ignored it. They had been followed and cornered. Fleur tried fighting even though she knew she would eventually lose she had to try.
Destiny seemed to intervene in that moment and the ground opened up around their feet and they fell into a tiny cavern. Fleur had to pull the sixteen year old girl out of the way as the opening collapsed and would have buried them. They had waited, breathing rapidly and painfully believing the Death Eaters would dig down to get them, but they never came.
It had been a few minutes when Fleur noticed the smell of blood and found the younger girl lying on the ground drifting in and out of consciousness. Her eyes looked very unfocused when the half Veela lit her wand and bathed the small space in light.
However, she grimaced as she saw the huge hole in the younger girl's stomach, and blood trailing from her lips. Fleur dropped to her knees beside the girl in the tight, confined space panicking as she used her hands as she tried to stem the bleeding.
"Y-your names, Astoria, correct?" the French girl asked with a stutter, out of breathe accent as she tried not to break down. The other girl could only nod, her bluey silver eyes looking blank and lifeless and she coughed up blood. "Its going to be OK… help will come, and we'll get out of here, and we'll get you to a healer right away!" she promised in a wispy whisper.
"No, please," Astoria chocked out through a gargle of blood. "I-I-I…" she coughed and wheezed.
"Astoria, you mustn't speak, please calm down…" Fleur tried to reprimand, but the girl grabbed at her bloody hands still holding at her wounds and barely shook her head.
"I can feel it," she croaked out with a bloody lipped smile and tears in her eyes. "Death is soft, warm and-and…" she coughed here causing Fleur to worry more. "Like a breeze in summer. I… there a-are so many things I've never done… I've never even been kissed before…" she whispered the last, what little blood left in her checks tinted them.
Fleur didn't even hesitate as she leaned down, her lips tenderly touching the younger girls, tasting her life's blood. Their lips moved together in perfect harmony and tears flowed from Fleur like a never ending fountain as moments later the other girl just stopped, and all Fleur could feel was the never ending smile pressed to her lips.
Fleur gasped in for breath; her ribs hurt and she couldn't stop the tears. Her heart pounded painfully in her chest as the world around her had brightened. She was confused and disorientated as she tried to shake away her panic. She looked around, her eyes darting all over as she tried calming her breathing.
"Miss. Delacour!" the Priest called her as she looked around and paled. She was in the Weasley's backyard, standing next to her fiancé and about to get married, and she couldn't think straight, let alone know what part of the ceremony they were at. She looked to her finger relieved they had not gotten to the rings yet as that would have been embarrassing.
Looking to Bill through her veil, Fleur could see him smiling. He obviously found her nerves amusing, but were they nerves? What just happened? Did she just see the future? Or maybe it was a possible future? Her family have had the odd seer in the family, and the occasional profit through their history. Could she be showing the signs this late in life?
Fleur was already twenty years old so there couldn't really be a chance of that could there? No. She shook her head clear as the priest asked again if she would take this man. Yes. Of course, but she just couldn't voice the words. The kiss in her waken dream… a dying kiss… a dying bloody kiss was so much more than Bill had ever given her. It excited her, and made her heart feel alive. Though, if she chose that path it could end badly, and she didn't want to hurt Bill, really she didn't but, she was so confused.
She had never that she could remember thought of another woman in such a naughty way - a wanton one. A needy way. Could fate be altered? Could she find love in that young woman's arms? Feel her warmth and her beauty pressed in her arms, ever loving, ever needing, and the ever lusting.
The young woman… Astoria… just thinking her name made Fleur's legs feel like jelly, and as if led weight slid down her throat to rest in her stomach. How could she think these things? She had only ever met this girl in her daydream. Was she even real? Yes. She knew she was. She had to be. She could feel it in her heart. The heart that beat for her… beat for Astoria Greengrass!
But what about her love…? Her fiancé…? Bill Weasley? She tried to squeeze out this girl she was falling for. This girl she knew only in this daydream. Was it possible that destiny existed in love and this vision was to show her her true love, and what will happen to her true love if she married Bill?
No. She shook her head a little refusing to believe in such a foolish notion as destiny. Bill was to be her husband, and even if she left to find Astoria, would she understand? Would she, could she love her in return?
She didn't know. She couldn't know. All Fleur would have was hope in this hopeless world, and that hope could break her heart and hurt others along the way. She loves Bill, right? She could never hurt him! It wouldn't be fair. It wouldn't be right.
Fleur let her eyes wander from her white dress to all of the watching witches and wizards, some looking to her in worry; no doubt realising that she was having a major freak out right then, but Bill let her. He didn't pressure her, or give her a worried look. He just looked at her with admiration, understanding, acceptance, and love.
She sought out her younger sister. Gabrielle hadn't long turned thirteen and she looked radiant sitting next to Bill's sister Ginny. It was sweet that they held hands as they watched her. They both smiled at her reassuringly as she turned back to the priest, her mind set on what she wanted… what she needed.
Fleur's decision brought the ever longing smile to her lips under her veil as she finally answered, tears still rolling down her checks staining them with her hearts greatest secret. She could faintly still taste the blood on her lips. This should have been the brightest summer of her life, but instead it would be the darkest.
"I…"
"WAIT!"
A panting voice screamed out over Fleur's attempt to say something. Anything...
Fleur paused; her breath caught in her throat as she turned to see the object of her want standing between the centre rows of guests, the sun blazing its summer light off of her hair, her lips red and delectable, like the colour of blood. She had red puffy eyes and had most certainly been crying and panicking.
"Please wait," the blonde haired girl, Astoria whispered; her voice almost a quiver; almost too quiet to hear. "I… I can't let this go on, please, I'm begging you!" she cried out, tears now flowing from her eyes. "I had this beautiful dream where I died," she whimpered out. "I… I died happy in your arms, with your kiss!"
"As… Astoria," Fleur whispered her name and her heart literally skipped a beat. "N-no… destiny isn't that cruel!" she cried out as she ignored the confused looks she was receiving. "It wouldn't give me this!" she said angrily gesturing her wedding dress. "Then have you... have my soul come and take it from me!" she trailed to a soft whisper. "Please, Astoria…!"
"Destiny is kind of a bitch!" Harry Potter interrupted sheepishly from where he sat. "I should know. She fucks with my life on a regular bases."
"Astoria I'm sorry, it was just a dream," Fleur finally said, ignoring Harry no matter how much she wanted to listen. "It wasn't real, just… I don't know what… but it was… it was quite nice I suppose," she finished off with a gentle smile that broke hearts.
"B-be with me," Astoria tried calling out separately, tears streaming from her puffy eyes.
"Why don't you just leave you freak girl!" Molly Weasley interrupted hatefully. ""I'm sure Fleur would rather not associate with a freak like you, or a Dark Witch for that matter!"
Harry suddenly stood up looking angry. "I've secretly been dating Astoria's sister!" he suddenly said shocking them into complete silence. "Ginny's been covering by pretending to be my girlfriend!" he said as he walked out and took Astoria's hand with a sad smile, while Ginny tried to look innocent at having known about the Gryffindor, Slytherin relationship behind everyone's backs, not that it was any of their business. "I understand how you feel."
She gave him a sweet smile of gratitude. "Thank you, Harry," she said with some sniffles. This shocked Harry's friends as none of them had ever heard a Slytherin ever call a Gryffindor by their first name.
Harry smiled sadly as he looked to Fleur in thought before speaking. "I care about you both, and I also care about Bill, but a happy marriage has to be built on love and acceptance. If you can't have that with Bill then maybe you and Astoria are meant for each other. I don't try to imagine what has happened to bring you to this point, but I do know… when you love beyond existence. There is nothing better."
"Astoria…" Fleur muttered before looking from her pleading expression to Bill. He looked heart broken, but she knew. She could see he could easily get over her, but Astoria never would, and Astoria was the one she wanted to please above all others.
Fleur didn't need the sad, watery smile or nod from Bill before she was running and ended up in Astoria's arms. They held each other tight holding back the tears and sadness that this one day had brought them. They loved each other. That was all that matters.
They pulled back from their embrace after a few moments and ignored the bad comments or remarks and smiled at each other. The ever immortal smile… happy to really have each other, to love each other, and to be free.
Authors Note:Hey there my dudes. This one is a bit of a... WTF moment. But whatevs...
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