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An ABC of Love

Love

Hermione

I wondered how this will end. I never knew that it would come to a point that I would be facing Mrs. Weasley after dinner, and by the means of facing—I meant her really uncomfortable and disappointed stare.

It started as soon as they, Bill and Fleur, brought up the topic of separating—well, with that instant, as soon as it had left Bill`s mouth—her spoon, Missus Weasley's, clattered noisily ; strangely adding a lot of noise on the already deafening noise of the Weasley's dinner table.

Missus Wealsey fumed with the word 'what'; Drawling longer than a shriek of a mermaid if I might say so. I tried to laugh at the thought, even chuckle, but it was so nerve-wrecking that I decided not to.

Fleur and Bill frantically stood up from the table as Molly Weasley shot her gaze towards the living room, leaving the rest dumbfounded by the sudden commotion. As they walked away, I could feel my feet tensing up— rapidly tapping on the wooden floor and I have yet to notice the lip biting habit.

Harry looked at me a bit worriedly, his eyes wonder back and forth to me and the living room, where Mister and Missus Weasley followed Bill and Fleur shortly.

"I knew this blasted idea was stupid!" I exclaimed as I stood up from my seat. I did not care even if Ron and the others looked at me as if I was a monster outraged by something they cannot perceive. I willfully ignored them and briefly looked at them and then back to the hallway – living room. I started walking down the hall and towards the stairs but before anything else, I paused for a moment and then I glanced back once more to the living room meeting, ever briefly, Fleur's worried gaze. Sighing, I retreated back to my shared room.

What was I supposed to do? Wait there and have everyone swarm at me for questions I do not have answers for? I was really and I really meant it was bloody stupid for me to hope to get Fleur back from her contented life— with Bill and her perfectly good relationship with the Weasleys, well at least to some of them. And even stupider of me to yell what is on my damned head while at dinner.

The door soon closed behind me as I sat begrudgingly at the foot of my borrowed bed. My hand had found its way to my face, rubbing it out of frustration and … guilt?

The door, suddenly but almost quietly opened, and stormed in someone I hadn't really expected to see for a while now.

"Ginny" I breathed.

She looked at me skeptically for a while. Then her face contorted like she was debating on something. Her lips as well somehow closed and then opened as if she wanted to say something, maybe something harsh? Or maybe some kind of an advice, I really would not know until she speaks up.

I looked at her, curious and yet confused at her behavior. "You've really done it this time, Fleur" she muttered almost to herself.

"Don't blame her Ginny, I wanted this" I argued.

"I wasn't putting the blame on her Mione. I was just saying. It seems like-" she paused for a moment as if she was looking for the proper term. "We can't really blame you, neither Fleur nor Bill… I guess that they are not meant for each other; as you to Ron or I to you" she said, sadly smiling as if everything was okay. "It is very hard to admit, that it was you to Fleur ever since the beginning"

"Oh. Ginny, I never wished for this to happen. Even I feel guilty that I'm ruining your family. I'm so sorry" I said, and all of it was very true. I didn't want any of these things to happen, if only those past events never occurred maybe we're still happy with one another? I intentionally asked myself that.

I hugged Ginny without even a single warning. I was a bit afraid that she wouldn't like that because of our past quarrel- but she just sat there surprised at my sudden actions, but soon hugged me back. Hugging Ginny never felt like this for the past two years, it never did feel like family ever since that love quarrel burst into my life. But this, this felt so much better and much more welcoming, and with this I knew that my best friend was back. She was the same Ginny I wished I never had hurt.

The door opened again, this time I was expecting it. Missus Weasley followed shortly by Mister Weasley, Bill and Fleur, made her entrance the room where Ginny and I shared a hug. I felt a little uncomfortable now that Fleur saw this, the hugging. I quickly pulled myself away from Ginny and sighed. I looked at the red head that is sitting beside me and gave her a small reassuring nod.

"I think I'll be going now" Ginny trailed off, her hands nervously gesturing towards the door. Missus Weasley gave her a very stern look that even I had the shiver going down my spine. Ginny scurried off downstairs, closing the door gently behind her.

"Sit" Missus Weasley said. I did as I was told and so did Fleur and Bill.

Now, that is how I got here; watching her stone hard gaze, trying to understand her mind on how things might go. I was really nervous and I can't lie about that since my fingers started finding Fleur's just to get the comfort. Sadly I found none because she kept it still on her lap. Little did my Fleur know that she was fondling with her fingers nervously as well.

The silence was pretty deafening and a bit tensed as I would describe. This wasn't the exact event that I had in mind. So I coughed, clearing the uneasy feeling that was building up on my throat a moment ago. Missus Weasley looked at me, her eyes furrowed, meeting one another at the center point of her face. It was now or it was 'forever maintain your peace'.

"Missus Weasley…" I acknowledged nervously.

"I don't need an explanation, Hermione" she said. "I wanted a response from you"

"I-"

"Did you or did you not put them in a spell?"

"No, I could never do that to them!" I argued.

"Mum! I told you a thousand times that this was my decision and Hermione is never a part of it! We've talked, Fleur and I, and it seems that we were never really that in love with each other. I wanted this mum, because I want them to be happy and I never wanted to make Fleur a bird in a cage, Mum. 'Sides I think she's not really for me, Mum" Bill argued, great-old-bill, I smiled at him and he smiled, a little bit worried though. I felt my lover's hand slowly snaked it way towards mine, I grasped it as if it was a treasure so valuable. Seeing this Missus Weasley started fuming, or so I thought she was.

"Dear" Arthur addressed to his wife "William is right, you shouldn't be hard on Hermione, She's been through a lot and I think this won't be good for her or for any of us."

"But, what about the wedding Arthur? It's tomorrow and surely we can't tell them that we-"

"Mum, it's alright, we can just celebrate Harry's birthday for once. I know that we're in a war but… at least let us celebrate with each other" William said patting his mom on the shoulders.

Missus Weasley turned to me, her gaze still strong but it was apologetic. I let out the breath I didn't even know I was holding.

"I'm truly, very, sorry my dear… All the things that we've been through… It's coming down hard on me, on us and the last thing I ever wanted was to celebrate my child's happiness…"

"It's okay Missus Weasley…" I started.

"Missus Weasley, I hope this doesn't change anything between us…" Fleur spoke up.

I watched Molly as she shook her head sideway gesturing that she did understand. I sighed with utter relief and so did Fleur.


Fleur

Yes, and I did wonder how it will all end, if it was alright or would the underworld break out again.

Thankfully though, hell did not decide to break it up.

Today was the day I was supposed to be eternally bound to Bill through matrimony , wake up earl, get ready and well the natural routine of such busy events. But today, I was watching my dear sweet blissful Hermione, sleeping soundly beside me—with no care of the world.

Should I wake her up? I asked myself. Maybe I shouldn't because she's so peaceful and I don't want to disturb that, she's been through a lot lately… Rest is good for her.

I decided to wait a while longer, sometimes curling her hair on my finger and sometimes kissing visible parts of her body with such sweet affections that I never got to shower her for the past three years.

I sighed, contented to wake up like this… with her.

A knock came through the door.

"Fleur? Is Hermione with you?" Harry's voice came from the other side. I stood up, walked to the door and opened it.

"Sorry Harry, but she's still sleeping" I said,

"Fleur…" Harry started "Hermione, she's needed downstairs… If you would kindly wake her up"

"Of course Harry. We'll be downstairs in a minute" I replied. He gave me a small nod and headed back downstairs.

"Who was that?" the girl who was soundly sleeping a while ago turned to me, I smiled.

"It was Harry he said that you're needed downstairs"

"Why?" she asked.

"He did not say, but I am sure it was very important…" I trailed off.

"I'll be going down first" she said, as she magically dressed herself up. She walked to the door but before completely closing it she looked back at me and asked "What time is it?"

"A quarter to noon, darling" I smirked. Her faced look surprised, shocked maybe.

"Oh! Fleur why didn't you wake me up sooner?" she shrieked and I just chuckled.

"Would you really want to know?" I raised a questioning brow, she blushed— by the looks of it she already got the hint. She stormed down the stairs. Was I too much? I smirked to myself. Oh well it was fun while it lasted, I thought to myself.

"Hermione! Where have you been?" Ron told her. I was just finishing up the tent, magically helping William and his brothers set it up. It was bothering me how Ron interacted with my Hermione. But what in the bloody hell can I do, since they are still the best of friends. I watched.

"Ron! It would be a lot more helpful if you helped me carry these instead of playing with your light" she grumbled.

"Sorry, but it was really interesting to look at and experiment with" Ron nervously chuckled and placed the thing back to his pocket. It was interesting, I think.

"Fleur, dear would you kindly help with the food?" called Missus Weasley.

"Of course" I said as I followed her back to the kitchen. She was alone for all I know, it was the first think I noticed as I stepped inside. "Where's Hermione?" she asked me, I raised an eyebrow, a bit confused on why she said that.

"She— She was doing something else with Ginny"

"Oh, I thought you'd bring her along" she muttered softly but loud enough for me to hear. She moved around the kitchen deciphering what to do, or make me do "could you cut those and then wash those" she pointed to the potatoes and the celery.

"Sure" I started chopping the potatoes. It felt odd that she was calling me for help when her kitchen was a live, literally speaking. It could do anything she wanted to, so not to get other helpers "I guess you would want us to talk" was the first thing that entered my realization.

"Yes, I wanted to know how you ended up with Bill when you have said you were with Hermione, dear" she said, caring, her tone was.

"She…" I stopped, realizing that even if I tried forgetting what happened three years back, it was still rather painful, like something brutally smashing your heart. I sighed, relieving the tension within me.

"It's rather painful Missus Weasley… it was when the tri-wizard tournament happened…" I told her everything for the start leaving out some details that I think she might be angry with, but… so far she was still listening, intently I might add.

"And then, here we are talking to each other." I ended my story. I was hoping to get a response from her a little nod maybe or even saying 'ah'. I was nervous that she'd think it was a pathetic excuse.

"I'm very sorry about that Fleur… I didn't know a thing" she said, placing a warm hand on my hand. Reassuring. Telling me she was sorry and she had now understood everything. I smiled warmly, feeling relieved with the outcome.


Hermione

Fleur was with me that night, while everyone was busy preparing. We were already done if any of you are wondering.

We were walking by the tent; it was very silent I might say. Very comforting and very… romantic. To tell the truth I missed the feeling, with her in this atmosphere. I was holding her hand, her warm silky hand. The hand I wished that never and will not leave me. The skin in which my fantasies go wild. I was aching for her touch. Addicted if you can call that. I wanted her and I know she wanted me as well.

The primary agenda of this short walk was to talk, I know, it was a lot of talking but it does help—solving problems.

"I missed this" she started, her sweet, melodious voice echoed in my ear. I rested my head on her shoulders, hugging her left arm— clutching it as if I was holding for dear life. She squeezed my hand, understanding my sentiments.

"Me too" I replied. I squeezed her hand back. Just making sure. "Fleur…what would happen after today? I'm so scared that we might be separated again…"

She hummed, then sighed heavily "I don't know what to do, Hermione… I— I'm scared too. We both are. I don't know what I might do if you leave me again… It's very painful to let you go again" she mumbled, she was nervous, shaking as well.

I asked myself, if we were both scared how are we going to face fear?

"Don't worry, I won't let go, I promise." I said, hopping that this will assure her fears. Assure that she's not going to lose anything again. I knew of her pain, I remembered it and it pains me dreadfully. There was silence again. Solemn, like the other day when we heard of Moody's death, even Hedwigs

"I love you" I said, somehow it felt right saying those words to her. She stopped walking and looked at me. Confused? Shocked? Surprised?

"How I miss those words…" she silently cried. I wiped her tears as I felt I normally would've done.

"Me too… would you mind saying it to me too?" I whispered, again on the verge of crying.

"Always… I'll always tell you… I love you, my dear, sweet, darling Hermione… I love you" she said, holding my hands to her cheeks, pressing her forehead and nose against mine, chuckling and crying at the same time. It was our joy and it currently is. Our lips touched, and we savoured the feeling, briefly.

"Hermione, Fleur, It's time!" George called us. A little startled, we jumped from each other, laughing.

"Last one there is a rotten ogre" I said to my beloved Fleur.

"Hey! That is so unfair!"

We ran to the tent, inside everyone gathered, casually talking with each other, congratulating Mister and Missus Weasley and of course Harry.

"Harry, Happy Birthday" Fleur said.

"Happy Birthday, Harry!" I exclaimed and hugged my friend.

"It's still a little early for that Hermione, tomorrow is still my birthday" he said shyly rubbing the back of his head.

"Well, this is quite nice for a change…" he said, "for a birthday…"

"Don't worry about it Harry, it is your special day and don't feel sorry for us, Bill and I, We're perfectly happy now"

"I know… congratulations to the both of you, Hermione, Fleur" he acknowledged each of us.

Everything was perfectly normal, something I had often wished to happen, having these things without any interruption or without any fear for our lives. This was what I wanted ever since the war broke out. This was something I wished would happen perfectly fine. I wished it would stay that way but never did Lord Voldemort wish to make it stay that way…really.

A patronus charm emerged at the center of the tent, a warning, I thought. It showed us things, dark things and then I started fearing again. This feeling started at the pit of my stomach. I knew this wicked feeling. Something bad will happen.

And then everything suddenly exploded. Screams and running.

"Fleur?" I called out.

"Go with Harry! Hermione! Now!" She called out, Bill holding her and dragging her away from the other mess.

"Now!" William called again. I was hesitant to do as I was told, but I knew I had a duty, a fate along with Harry and Ron.

"Harry! Ronald!" I called, swerving through the stampede. Finally, I found the two of them, Harry desperately trying to hold on to Ginny and Ron dragging him away. I grabbed both of their hands, "We have to go!" I yelled amongst the noise.

"Harry!" Ron called. When he averted his eyes away from Ginny—I apparated to somewhere, anywhere away from there.


To be continued…


AN: Sorry for the errors and late upload. =D