HEY GUYS! Did you all see that?! You all managed to get this thing up to 30 reviews! Props to all of you, thank you so much!

I've been extra lazy, and those who check my profile for reasons might know, but here is the second part of 'Paper Flowers' that some of you have been asking for.

On another note, here's also a mini list of 'requests' that people wanted, see if I missed one: Jealous!Fleur, more Veela Fleur, Hermione getting in trouble in public, Fleur messing up muggle stuff … did I miss anything?


((Paper Flowers: Part 2))

Fleur Delacour was surprised when Harry Potter himself walked up to her, holding a paper folded crane in his hands for her. He made it clear that he was just the messenger and highly suggested that she should definitely read it before she decided to throw it away.]

With that, curiosity got the better of her and she took a careful look at the paper bird, admiring it silently before she unfolded it slowly and read the message.

You are bloody impossible.

You are probably the best surprise I've gotten in my life.

Don't you dare walk away

Especially when you've already got what you had wanted

Please. Come back. I'm waiting.

- H


Fleur stared down at the crinkly paper in her hands with wide eyes. Any previous irritation or disappointment was washed away with disbelief and, dare she say it, hope. With the small hope beating in her heart, the French woman reread the entire message countless times, and soon enough, that small glitter of hope healed the girl's beaten heart. A smile slowly made it's way across her face as she quickly realized that she still had a chance with the adorable bookworm.

She tore her eyes from the message to thank Harry for playing messager, but was not exactly surprised when she found that he had been long gone, and that she had been standing in the middle of the hall for quite some time now, like a ditzy airhead.

That didn't matter though. It didn't matter if she looked like an idiot now, it wasn't like anyone was watching after all. The important thing was to make sure she didn't look like an idiot when she appeared at the Ball to sweep Hermione off her feet and away from Viktor Krum.


"Are you sure she wasn't mad or anything? Did she say anything after you gave it to her?" Hermione asked as Harry stepped through the door and into her house. She had assigned the 'very important mission' to her best friend, and then had her solo panic attack, so excuse her if she was attacking him with questions.

Fortunately, Harry understood her as well as he did, he only waved her off with a wave of his hands before he seated himself on one of the couches with a grin, "She wasn't exactly mad at me, but she did look a little upset before I explained myself," Harry informed her before he racked his mind for anything else, "she took a long time reading through it all, so … don't kill me, but I kinda just left her after a few minutes."

"What?! Harry, how could you?" Hermione groaned, what if it wasn't Fleur? She made mistakes before, like initially thinking it was Viktor, Harry was suppose to help confirm it and settle the doubt in her heart. Damnit, she really couldn't rely on boys after all.

"It was awkward, and besides, if you think it's her then it might really be her, you don't make mistakes often in the first place, and if you do, you never repeat them, Hermione Jean Granger," Harry teased, "now tell me how you figured out that it was Fleur? I still think it's Viktor you know, he's … got these weird eyes whenever he sees you in the halls, you know?"

Hermione quickly rolled her eyes, but thanked the boy mentally at the compliment, not exactly sure if there was a backhand compliment in there, "I doubt that Viktor Krum of all people would fold paper flowers, you know, he'd probably rip the paper or squish it accidentally when he runs down the halls," she thought for a moment, "and he's not even in my first period, like the first note hinted."

"It could've been a creepy stalker you know, I mean, that old hag in your first period has got strong set of lungs you know, even I can hear her down the halls," Harry reminded, "and I never Fleur was in your first period, I thought she was French, why would she need English Literature for?"

Hearing the last few part of Harry's sentence, Hermione snapped her fingers, "There. You took the next of my evidence, Fleur's part French. In French, her name means 'Flower'," she informed him and watched the lightbulb go off in his head, "and I happen to hear a lot of rumors about the French and their extremely romantic ways to woo women and men alike."

"...Well, they are certainly accurate, since it worked on you, eh Hermione?" Harry teased, poking Hermione's arm and only laughed when his friend tried to pull his hair, "Hey, you know, after all this gets out of the way, and hopefully ends well, do you think she can give me some pointers?"

Hermione laughed, and continued to trying and turn Harry bald, "Very funny, Potter. We'll see, if everything goes alright," she replied, deciding to humor him before another horrifying thought nosed it's way into her head, "Oh my god, Harry, what am I going to do with Viktor?! I agreed to go with him, but … Fleur."

"...We can both go and tell him, I don't think he'd take this badly, he's understanding and kind. He might be disappointed and all, but I don't he'd mind … as much, but we do need to fix this as soon as possible," Harry agreed.

"Tomorrow. We'll confront him tomorrow, and maybe I might even get to speak to Fleur tomorrow morning," Hermione replied, chuckling despite herself.


Hermione felt her heart nearly leaping out of her chest as she sat down at her seat rather roughly, catching the attention of her annoying teacher. Thankfully she wasn't marked late, but that was honestly one of the last things on her mind right now. She was out of breath, tired, and her mind was in a mess right now, hopefully the old bat wouldn't call her out on it.

"Ms. Granger, did you run down these halls?"

Damn the old bat, this was just the first time she decided to run down these halls. Nevertheless, she coughed into her arm, catching her breath before she replied, "I'm sorry, but I may have tried to pick up my pace a few steps along the way, after all, I wouldn't want to be late for class. It must've been the stairs that made me so tired," she lied, and took great pleasure in watching the smug smile turn into a frown.

The old bat took it, and turned back to the board to write away on it while Hermione let a deep breath go. As the lesson went on, she found that she had used most of her time watching Fleur's back instead of paying attention. Hell, she had half the mind to write a note and ask the rest of the minions in the class to pass it over. The only problem was that the French woman actually had the girl-balls to sit at the front of the class.

Huffing, the class ended soon enough and this time around, Hermione packed all her things as slow as she could, actually, the young girl was matching Fleur's pace, hoping to catch the French girl in the halls to talk to her.

So far, things went accordingly. Fleur left the classroom and Hermione followed closely, she still had a good 10 minutes and her class was close, so she wasn't worried at all when Fleur led the two of them to a less populated place in the school. However, she wasn't expecting Fleur to stop walking, and had walked face first into the older girl, with a small yelp.

As soon as Hermione took a step back, Fleur had also turned around with a rather innocent look on her face.

"Oh! Sorry about that, I didn't know you were there," Fleur apologized, though Hermione could see how the icy blue eyes twinkled with mischief, and she stuttered an apology as well as Fleur smiled teasingly, "don't worry, it's my fault for not noticing a cute girl like yourself, mademoiselle."

Blushing, Hermione only gave a half hearted glare, to which Fleur chuckled at, "I … er, about that note the other day, I just wanted to say-" before she could another word, she was silenced by a finger pressed to her lips, surprised, Hermione quickly shut up and watched Fleur who smiled kindly.

"I believe the time for words are over, 'Ermione. You said were waiting, and I will also apologize for that. I learned quite well that I shouldn't wait as long as I had to tell you about … well, everything," Hermione exhaled quickly as Fleur paused, realizing that she had actually held her breath while the French woman was tucking a loose strand of her hair behind her ear, "you also asked for me to come back, and again, I apologize. I have no idea what possessed me to leave you, especially like that, but you can definitely expect me in your life more than ever now."

With that, Fleur took a step back, distancing herself from Hermione with a smile. She turned to walk away, but not before she threw a wink and a wave at the younger blushing girl who watched her all the while.

Hermione stood there, watching the blonde girl walk off. She could still feel a ghost like finger over her lips, through her hair and brushing her ears. Oh, not to mention the older girl had been so close, so very close to her, she remembered how she had smelled, how bright her eyes were. Damnit, she was still standing there like an idiot.

And she was definitely going to be late for her next class. Running through the halls or not.


There you go! Hope you enjoyed! Goodnight!