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A/N:Hello again my fellow readers, i welcome you with another chapter, yay! I was aiming for two more chapters, but like i said in the last A/N i tend to drift off sometimes, so there shall be a few more chapters still, but this story is coming to an end. I just don't want to put a specific number, just incase. But in my mind, now it shall be two, haha.

Although, from my latest reviews i have had requests of a sequel, this is actually something that has come to mind recently. And something i would be more than willing to do, so maybe if i get any more requests i could see what i could do, but maybe a few ideas would be helpful too. So what do say, have any ideas of what you would want these two lovely ladies to do next? Let me know. :D

Shellmar: Aww thank you, that's exactly what i was aiming for actually, haha. This one still has some intensity in it too, i hope you find this just as good. :D

And who knows, there could be a sequel planned in the near future. :]

Areen28: I'm sorry that the last chapter was a bit sadder than the others, but i swear it was with good intention. This one you'll find is still a bit like that, but has more information that's needed and small progress, hehe. :))

And it's okay, it just shows that your getting into the stories if you start going crazy like that, haha, and we all simply wish for them to be happy too. Don't worry, they will be. :D

Chipmunk: Yeah we all wish for them to be happy too, and they will be, in due time. But your totally right, it was soo her fault. :P

Haha, yeah sorry about that, all good things must come to an end, right?

The Songbirds Keep Singing:Aww, thank you, your review was perfect too. Especially that last sneaky bit added there. *Cough cough WOO! Cough cough*

idontknow0915:That's okay, watch me reply again. ;]

Haha, sorry about all the sadness, it wasn't intended - well not most of it, haha. But theres still a bit more sad to come i'm afraid, but they will get there, in the end. I think.

It's almost happy and sappy, i think so anyway, but i dont know if it still has any cuteness in this chapter, maybe.

And don't worry, all is revealed with Hermiones side, i hope i didn't disappoint. :))

And long reviews are loved, I love reading them all, so the more to say the better for me. :D

As for the wealth of the Delacours, lets just say something like Millionaires, seeing as their like Richie Rich rich, in my eyes. ;)

beelotus: And another great review from you, i hope to see more. :))

And i think you'll like what's in store, it should be... interesting. ;D

TheBackCat: Aww, thanks, haha, yeah you gotta love learning something new, that just made me laugh to see that, is all. :)

And you shall know the end, very soon, i think.

Apocolyptic Mirage: Yay! Another review from you, i was happy to see that. :) And i'm happy to hear that you enjoyed the last few chapters too, yeah the reveal was a bit of a biggie, but it slowly comes to wraps in this one. The aftermath, at least.

And a few people have been thinking that too, if she is doing good or not, but don't worry you'll find out about her soon enough. ;) And Fleur certainly was missing her lavender and honey, who knows if Hermione missed her too, i'll let you decide on that one.

Yes, it is slowly coming to an end, but if its a happy ending than you'll want it to end right? I mean what more could there possibly be, haha. :D

And that fic sounds interesting actually, i have read many a Fleurmione before but i don't recall that one, it sounds like a cute name that Hermione would call her, lol.

And keep up that optimism, they will get there, eventually.

Raya: I'm glad you liked them. :) And the intensity doesn't stop there, and they will make up, don't you worry, they should do anyway, haha. :D

And hmm, maybe i will, maybe i won't, we'll see. ;]

Iara: Yeah, gotta love the little sis, i especially love her in this chap, for some reason, don't you agree? And Fleur is a handful, but then again Hermione can be too, lol.

And who knows with Hermione, she's still that mystery, but maybe she was sad too, i mean its like you said she was the one accused after all, so she has every right to be.

And thank you, that made me smile. I'll see what i can do. :)

A/N: French translations are at the bottom of the page, so if need be just skip down there and you'll see them. :) And the translations are all thanks to Ladies Of CM, once again thank you for the help, it was definitely needed. :D

And now, on with the chapter, enjoy!

Chapter Fourteen

One Thing Only

It had been another two days without seeing those precious brown eyes. Your heart broke even more, the longer the days went by.

You needed to see her.

You needed to touch her, to smell her, to breathe her in, all divine.

You just needed her.

So much so, that you wanted to break down and cry.

But you've done enough of that for these past two days. Since you finally broke down in your living-room with your dear Gabrielle keeping you grounded. You don't know what you would do without her sometimes. You were so glad that she was there. That was all you had needed to do, to just let go and finally let it all out.

But then you found that once you had, you couldn't seem to stop. No matter how much you willed your eyes to stop tearing up whenever she came to your mind – which you found to be All the time – your eyes simply wouldn't listen. You would find yourself curled up in your bed, your blanket wrapped tightly around you, and the tears falling unashamed.

And every time, Gabrielle was there, she never left your side. For that you were so grateful. You wanted to tell her, so much, but you found that with your tears come sobs, and they became the only words to leave your mouth.

But you knew that your sister understood what you had wanted to say, just by giving her hand that slight squeeze, or by hugging her and holding her until you fell asleep. She just knew you.

You hadn't ever slept so much before, but you found that other than crying, sleeping away your hurt seemed to be the only thing you could do anymore. You couldn't remember the last time you had taken a day off work, but now you knew that the last time was yesterday, as you hadn't gone to work for those past two days.

Not that you hadn't wanted too, you had tried, but Gabrielle was nothing if not persistent. She made sure that you going to work was the last thing you did, and if you even tried to complain she would just cross her arms and give you a stern look, that look that you knew said 'don't even try.' So you didn't.

Instead you found yourself wallowing in your tears and craving the silence and safety of your bedroom. You longed to stay in bed and never leave, not even food could tempt you anymore. Gabrielle tried that, but it worked to no avail. Sometimes, you could be just as persistent; Gabrielle had to learn this the hard way.

But you also had come to learn that sometimes, Gabrielle will win. That's how you found yourself where you are now, sitting at your local bus stop, like you would every morning, waiting for that all too familiar '132a' to arrive and whisk you away to another, uneventful day at work.

Now that you had your two days to mope around and 'feel sorry for yourself' as Gabrielle so kindly put it, it was now time for you to get back into the swing of things. Starting with work, you knew that you could do that. So that's what Gabrielle and you had agreed on.

But that doesn't mean that you hadn't tried to put up a fight, of course you had, and so you both ended up coming to a silent agreement of you going back to work, if she comes and sits with you whilst you wait for your bus.

So that's how you find Gabrielle sitting beside you, but not on your right, on your left side (that is, after all, someone else's spot) and you were thankful that you hadn't needed to say that to Gabrielle either, for she simply knew.

Now that you had filled her in on what was really going on, only leaving out minor things here and there, Gabrielle seemed to have caught onto your tearful ways, and had surprisingly taken it all in with barely a shrug of her shoulders.

You had said to her, 'But she is a Girl, Gabrielle, do you not find 'zat… weird?'

She only had three simple words to reply, three words that would make you love your little sister even more than you already did.

'I already knew.'

That was all she had to say on the matter. She just simply knew. It was at times like that, where you were grateful that Gabrielle was there. You really had missed your little sister.

Now you found yourself sitting at your bus stop, in the never ending British winter weather, filled with cold winds and dark skies, in a comfortable silence. Only your sister and you.

You almost wanted to cry. But you knew that Gabrielle would only turn around and hit you and tell you that 'you couldn't do that anymore.'

You had to agree, though, you had done enough crying these past few days.

It was twenty past seven now, you had only been waiting for five minutes or so, you hadn't felt the need to come to the stop so early.

You didn't have a reason to anymore.

Apart of you still found yourself wishing to see her when you had arrived here earlier. All you wanted was to see her one last time, to have one last conversation again. So that you could explain, you could apologise. That's what you found you had really wanted to do, all along. To say 'Sorry.' And to just say that 'Its okay' what she was is okay.

Gabrielle didn't care when you told her you liked her – more than a friend – and you didn't care either. Gabrielle didn't care when you told her she was a girl, and you found that you didn't care either.

But most importantly, and probably what was the hardest of all for you to say to your sister, was that the girl that you liked – loved even – wasn't just a 'girl,' she was a 'witch' too.

When you had closed your eyes and waited for the scream, or for the look of sheer terror on her young, bright face, or even for her to laugh it off (just like you had when you first heard) you found yourself surprised. But then again not so much either, Gabrielle always did like to surprise you. And that's what she did then, as she said one word and one word only.

'And?'

You had argued with her for hours, both of you debating about how Wrong or Right it was, for her to be what she was. And although you had always been good with debates, never one to back down from an argument, you had come to find that Gabrielle was nothing if not persistent. And that would always make you love your little sister even more.

She didn't seem to care that your special brown haired wonder could pull off any magical tricks under the sun. And when you really thought about it, deep down inside, past the insecurities and thoughts on what your mother would think, you had come to realise that you did not care either.

That was what you had come to realise last night, when you no longer had the energy to fight or be mad anymore, when you finally stopped the thoughts floating around in your mind. You had come to realise that maybe; just maybe, not being 'normal' wasn't so bad after all.

If you really thought about it you found that you wouldn't really mind, having a girlfriend who could fly.

That was another thing you had thought about. That word, Girlfriend. Could she ever be that, your Girlfriend?

You didn't really know it was probably still too soon to say. But you did know one thing, though. One thing that you knew you could be sure on.

You felt more for Her than you have ever felt for anyone. And that was all that mattered. She was still your lavender and honey, after all.

It was now half past seven in the early morning, the wind still blowing slightly, here and there, but you found that it wasn't so cold today, unlike other days.

It was half past seven, and yet neither your bus nor She had arrived yet. You knew that the former would come anytime soon now, but you found that you had lost all hope with the latter. She would have been here by now, if she were to show.

You just wanted your bus to arrive already.

Gabrielle had been keeping you entertained slightly by playing a small game of 'guess who' with the people standing by awaiting a bus too. It had kept you laughing for a good ten minutes or so, and you thought that your morning would have been fine had she kept playing that with you.

But then she had suggested you play 'Thumb Wars' and you knew it was probably stupid, you knew that you didn't have to get so upset over it, but you couldn't help yourself.

You snapped, and ended up getting into a small argument with Gabrielle instead, leading to neither of you playing 'Thumb Wars' or any game for that matter, and both of you with your arms crossed and stern looks on your faces as you looked at everything besides each other.

And you felt that this was how your morning was going to remain.

That was until, you saw her.

She was standing right there, to the side, just by the end of the bus shelter. She was stood there, in all her shining glory, doing nothing but simply staring at you. With those big, chocolate brown eyes, she never seemed to look anywhere else.

You found, once again, that you couldn't seem to breathe.

There she was, standing there, with her dark, grey coat, wrapped tightly around her slim body. You couldn't seem to help but look at her waist, just a bit more than usual, and you found yourself surprised to see that she looked thinner. Her waist seemed a bit smaller and slimmer than you remembered it being.

You weren't sure if it was just your imagination, but you could have sworn that she didn't look like that only a few days ago.

Her hands were covered by their usual black, leather gloves – the ones that you still wanted to find out so much about – and were tucked comfortably into her coat pockets.

Her hair had now gone back to being in the tight, elegant bun she always wore before, but this time they seemed a bit tighter then usual, a bit more defined.

Just like her eyes, and pale skin, this was shining a whole lot whiter than usual. So much so that her freckles could be seen more or maybe that was just with the light of the sky shining down on her.

Again you couldn't be too sure. It had, after all, been nearly a week since you last saw her. Your memory of her might have faded slightly, in that time.

But you knew one thing was for sure, you could never forget her eyes. Those precious brown eyes that you would find yourself getting lost in, every second of every day, now looked more lost than you had ever seen them. They didn't look the same, anymore.

They were still your precious brown, but you could also notice the darkness that seeped there, within, and when you looked closely, they almost looked, empty.

She seemed to have slight rings around her eyes, which made a massive contrast on her skin, they were dark and bore into you, making her eyes stand out just that tiny bit more.

If there was one thing that you knew, just by looking at her, at this Hermione, was that she looked absolutely and positively exhausted. Almost as if she had the weight of the world on her shoulders, and so much more. You didn't Ever want to see her look like this again. You knew this to be so.

But even through all this, through all the tiredness and hollow emptiness, a small part of you could still see the other Hermione. The one that you have grown to know and love so much. The one who you could Never take your eyes off of, the one who still took your breathe away, even today.

She was still so, so beautiful, you could hardly bare it.

And there was only one thing that you wanted to do and one thing only. And that was to run over to her and wrap her up in your arms. And just simply hold her, smell her and breathe her in, all divine. You had never wanted anything as much as you had wanted that, had wanted her.

You had missed your lavender and honey.

And just as you were about to get up and do just that, you blinked. You hadn't meant to, you never wanted to take your eyes off of her, even for a second.

But you couldn't help it.

You didn't even realise that you'd done it, until you looked at that exact same spot and found that, she was gone.

In that split second, you had seen her, looking back at you, never once breaking your line of vision. And then the next thing you know, she was no longer there, but instead covered by the usual neighbourhood sight of houses and trees and cars.

No matter where you looked, turning to the left and then the right, above you, even down below, you couldn't see your brown haired wonder anywhere.

You simply couldn't have just seen that yourself could you?

Maybe it was just your imagination; maybe you really were missing her so much that you were now starting to see her too.

When you looked to the front to see the other people waiting around, you found that not one of them had even noticed. They were too busy and caught up in their own thoughts and worlds that they hadn't taken the time to see the woman standing by the bus stop and then see her disappear all within a few seconds.

Maybe it really was your imagination, you began to reason. You had to stop thinking about her so much; you didn't think your heart would be able to take it anymore.

You were brought back to the calm silence you had been filled with before your small daydream, when a small voice broke you from your thoughts.

"Est-ce elle?" Gabrielle asked you, her voice filled with a mixture of amazement and wonder.

And that's when you knew that it simply couldn't have been a dream. You hadn't just imagined it, because you weren't the only one that saw her. Gabrielle had seen her too.

And just like that, your words left you as you tried to catch your breath. Hermione never ceased to amaze you.

Instead of saying anything, all you found you could do was simply nod, and you heard your sister let out a small gasp too. Almost as if she was just as much in a trance as you.

Hermione really was too perfect for words. She could amaze anyone.

"Elle est magnifique." Gabrielle breathed out beside you; you turned to look at her and could see her eyes slightly glazed over.

A small smile reached her lips; she looked completely stunned, almost as if she couldn't believe her eyes.

You just gave a small smile and a nod in return. You know exactly how she feels.

Hermione really is beautiful.

And just when you were about to look back over your shoulder, just for a second to see if she really was gone, you felt a hand come and smack you right at the back of your head.

You let out a groan, more at the surprise of it than the pain. She hadn't hit you hard, but still you found yourself rubbing where she had hit you, quickly up and down, as if that would take the pain away before letting out an irritated:

"Gabrielle, what 'ze 'hell?"

Gabrielle just looked at you with that smug smirk on her face, the one that you hated so much, before she snapped back to her angry face. The one where her eyes darkened, slightly, and her eyebrows creased.

"Tu es une idiote, Fleur!" Gabrielle snapped. You let out a big gasp at her words, you had never hard her say that to you this angry before. It was as if she was truly mad at you, and you didn't even know why. ", 'Ow could you let a magnifique girl like 'her go? Tu es une idiote!"

"Why are you moaning at me for, you do not 'zink 'zat I do not know 'zat? Of course I am an idiote." You instantly snap back.

You knew you were an idiot the moment you watched her leave that door without a 'goodbye.' You had never felt more like one than you had then. You certainly didn't need you little sister giving you an earful about something that you already knew.

You just wanted to make things right again, but how could you if the woman couldn't even stand to be near you?

But then again you had said the exact same thing to her, all those days ago. You really were an idiot.

"Tu sais quoi, je pense que tu peux rentrer à la maison maintenant." You shot back, not meaning for the words to be filled with so much venom and anger. But that was simply just how you felt at that moment. There was only so much of Gabrielle you could take.

But when you saw the look on her face you almost wanted to take it all back. Gabrielle's face dropped significantly, and she suddenly began to look at you with such worry in her eyes, and a tad look of hurt too.

"Are you 'zure?" She asked, her voice uncertain, like she didn't know whether to take your word or not. "You do not 'zeem ready for me to go yet." She said, finally breaking you off of your suspicions.

She thought you had wanted her to go back home, to France, but all you had really meant was your apartment. You forgot that your sister was, in fact, your 'little' sister sometimes.

You just rolled your eyes in silent humour before letting out a small chuckle.

"Pas a la maison, maison. Je veux dire à Ma maison." You told her, giving her a few seconds to catch on.

When you see her eyes widen slightly and her mouth creating a small 'o' shape you know that it's finally sunk in. You both let out a little chuckle at this.

You were about to say something just to wind her up, when you suddenly notice Gabrielle's eyes widen even more. You don't know why they would, but suddenly her amazed expression comes back again, and you can't help but suddenly get a feeling that someone is watching you.

You see Gabrielle's eyes slowly go back to their normal size and then that all-knowing smirk comes back once more. She leans in until she reaches your ear and whispers ever so quietly, almost like a secret.

"Turn around."

You would have laughed at her silly words, making you believe she would say something important, if it were any other time. But that feeling never leaves you and if anything, it only becomes stronger.

So with complete intrigue you follow your sister's words and do just that.

You turn around, and come face to face with none other than Miss Hermione Granger.

Your heart skips a beat, and your breath suddenly leaves you before flying away into the cold morning air.

She is so beautiful, it hurts.

You almost cannot look anywhere else.

That is until you hear the small, playful giggle of one Gabrielle Delacour. You don't want to look away; you almost cannot bring yourself too. But with the reminder of your sister sitting just behind you, you know that you have too.

You need to talk to her, you need her to understand, but most of all you need her forgiveness.

Something you can only do if Gabrielle isn't there, watching your every move.

So with that mind, you reluctantly break away from those precious pools of brown staring right back at you, and turn to face your sisters light blue instead, just like yours.

You almost forget how much alike you two are sometimes.

"I just want you to go, for a little while, Gabrielle." You tell her with reluctance clear in your voice. "De sorte que je peux… parler." You finish, adding a little twitch of the head in Hermione's direction.

It takes a beat of silence but eventually you see recognition flood through your sister's face, almost as if she has finally figured out a missing clue. It's almost enough to make you chuckle, if you weren't feeling slightly anxious all of a sudden.

"Ahh, tu vuex 'parler,' okay, okay." Gabrielle says, not at all subtly, as she air quotes with a cheeky smile washing her face.

You would have shaken your head in embarrassment, had it not been for the fact that the two of you were speaking your mother tongue. Apart of you almost prays that Hermione doesn't know a single French word in her body, but you already know the answer to that.

"Well, I 'zuppose I 'should go 'zen, I know when I am not wanted." Gabrielle says quietly, like she was aiming for only you to hear, but by the slight musical giggle you hear behind you, you know that she heard too.

Subtlety never was one of her best suits.

You follow, with narrowed eyes, as your sister begins to stand up and head to your apartment. Not before turning around quickly, when she reached the end of the shelter, and gives you a gentle smile and a warm 'thumbs up' sign.

That's enough, at least, for your irritation to fade. You really are grateful that your sister is here.

And then suddenly the bus stop is filled with silence.

You know that it was silent before, even when Gabrielle was here, but she would at least be forever fidgeting in her seat, so you could always hear some form of noise, one way or another.

But now that she has actually left, you find yourself surrounded with nothing but pure silence. You only hear the sounds of people's feet shuffling about, here and there, as they impatiently wait for the bus to arrive.

You're not even surprised that it is late today, almost grateful even. As it now gives you the chance to speak to her again, just like you have been waiting for, for almost a week now.

You couldn't help the silence, though; you know that you should say something. You know that you should apologise, just like you've wanted to do for so long now.

But it seems, now that you're here; sitting beside her once more, the words won't seem to come out.

Instead you hear Hermione take a breath in and you turn to look at her because it's clear that she will be the one to speak first this time.

"I, err, I got you this." Hermione's gentle voice flows out of her, so quiet you barely hear it.

But you always hear what Hermione has to say. You look to her and see that she is holding two coffee cups in her lap, the same ones as before. Your face instantly creases in confusion because you didn't remember seeing her holding them earlier.

"I got your favourite, it's-"

But before she can finish, you say it for her.

"Café Crème." You breathe out, already knowing it.

Hermione's face lifts in surprise at first, before going back to her calm expression.

She remembered. And she bought you it again, just like she said she would. That was where she had disappeared too before. She had gone to get your favourite coffee.

Your face instantly softened, and you didn't think that you could fall for her as much as you were now. She was almost too good to be real.

And suddenly guilt and shame washed over you, as memories of that day came flooding back. You had said some terrible things, and you hated yourself for it.

You didn't deserve Hermione and her beautiful ways.

Maybe she would be better off with another instead.

You looked down at the coffee now in your hands, the smell of the coffee mixed with the crème fills your senses. You almost want to cry.

You immediately turn around and put the cup behind you, making sure it stays before turning to face those precious brown eyes again. When you do you instantly take Hermione's hands in your own and reveal in the softness you feel.

"I am 'so 'sorry, 'Ermione." The words come spilling out of you and you want to hold it all in but you know you won't be able too, as you feel your lips begin to tremble.

"I 'said 'some 'horrible words to you 'zat day, and I am really 'so 'sorry. If I could I would take back every word I 'said." You tell her with all honesty, the words come pouring out of you, just like the tears that you find falling out of your eyes.

"Fleur…" Hermione's gentle voice echo's around the shelter, and washes through you. You still cannot get over how amazing your name sounds on her cherry-flavoured lips. "Why did you say those words? Asking me if I was real, you really did hurt my feelings that day, all week even." Hermione says with a disbelieving shake of her head, her voice coming out wobbly, like she's on the verge of tears too.

Your eyes are filled with so much water, you can hardly see Hermione, but you can feel that she's sad, that she's hurt.

You don't ever want to see her sad.

"I know, 'zat was a terrible 'zing for me to 'say, and I 'hate myself for it. But at 'ze time I could not 'help it, I was just 'so 'scared, 'Ermione." You say, squeezing her hand which is still tightly holding onto your own. You never want to let go.

Hermione gives you a nod of her head, encouraging you to continue.

"My mother, 'she does not approve of witches. I 'saw magical people before, when I was only a child and I 'ad asked my mother why 'she could not 'see 'zem, 'she told me 'zat I 'should not 'see 'zem either, 'she 'said 'zey were not 'normal.'

"So when you 'ad told me you were one also, I could not 'help it, 'Ermione, I could only 'zink 'how you were not 'normal.' And I am 'sorry, I am an idiot I know 'zat because, I know now 'zat nobody is 'normal' and 'zat is okay." You finished your rambling with a small sniff, your tears slowly dieing down and now turning to quiet sobs.

You see Hermione's eyes begin to fill with understanding and you know that she believes you. You let out a sigh of relief at that.

"Fleur you could have just told me this, I would have understood because I do understand. I know that it's hard for muggles sometimes, to get used to our magical ways." Hermione said with sincerity, her eyes piercing into your own.

"Muggles?" You asked in confusion.

"Oh, right I forgot, you new to this." Hermione let out a small chuckle. It sounded wonderful in your ears. "That's what magical people refer to the non-magical people as, like you."

"Ahh and do many non-magical people know, about…" Your question died down slowly, but you knew that Hermione caught on by the small smile on her face.

She just gave a little shake of her head.

"No, their not supposed to know."

"Oh, 'zen 'how come I 'saw 'zem, when I was young?" You ask, curiosity now getting the better of you.

You felt Hermione's hand tug at your own, as she straightened up only to let out a deep breath.

It would always be the little things she did that amazed you the most.

"They must have forgotten to use the 'muggle charm,' so that muggles don't see. Some wizards forget to do that sometimes." Hermione said with a small roll of her eyes, as the side of her lips began to lift as if she were remembering something.

You wish that you knew what went on in that head of hers. It must be just as amazing as she.

", 'Zere are wizards too?" You ask, almost in fascination.

It was like she was telling you an incredible story, one you never wanted to end. You never wanted the sound of her gentle voice to end.

"Oh yes, many of them, not just witches. Us magic folk are like a whole other world." Hermione tells you with a glint in her eyes.

You know that she's speaking nothing but the truth, and that only captivates you more.

And suddenly you begin to realise that what you had said before, none of it was true. What you mother had said was all a lie. It didn't matter whether she was one of Them, because in Hermione's eyes you were one of Them too.

She had just as much reason to disapprove of your kind as you had hers. But she didn't. She hadn't disapproved of you at all, and that only made her all the more wonderful in your eyes.

Hermione was so beautiful, it hurt.

"Let me be apart of your world, 'Ermione. I want to 'see it all." You whispered out to her, leaning in closer so only she could hear. "Please."

"There is nothing that I would want more." Hermione breathed out, her eyes never looking away from yours.

But you could see the hurt still evident within those pools of brown, and you hated yourself even more.

You never wanted to see her sad.

"But." Hermione swallowed the word, letting it hang there over the crisp air. There was always a 'but.' "You really had hurt me, Fleur. I've been a mess all week." She squeaked out, her sobs slowly coming back.

"I really am 'sorry about 'zat, 'Ermione. You look exhausted." You tell her truthfully.

Hermione lets out a chuckle at your words, and you suddenly realise how bad that sounds. Your eyes widened.

"I did not mean it like 'zat." You add quickly, worry filling you; you didn't want to make things worse.

"Its okay, Fleur, I know what you mean." Hermione let out in a playful chuckle, you let out a breath of relief. Her face turning serious again "I feel exhausted. This week has been so hard for me, Fleur. I've hardly managed to get any sleep, and I don't eat much anymore. I just haven't felt the urge too." She tells you with a simple shrug of her shoulders.

"I tried talking to Harry and Ron about everything, but boys just don't seem to understand, you know? And I know that I used to constantly be working all the time before. But now it's like, all I've wanted to do is work, work, work, work, work, work! It's almost taking over my Whole Life!" Hermione says with gritted teeth, her eyes now looking to the floor, her frustration takes over her as she begins to recall everything that's happened these past few days.

"But I seriously cannot do anything else, Fleur. It's either that or I know I'll just break down and cry. But sometimes you just can't control your body, and I only go and do that anyway." Hermione tells you earnestly as her voice begins to shake, her eyes meet yours once more, and you see the way she's trying so hard to not let the water fall, but there so close to the edge, you know that their going to anyway. Just like Hermione knows too.

"My days are filled with non-stop work and my nights are consumed with never ending tears, and do you know why?" Hermione asks you rhetorically, but you shake your head anyway.

You can see her anger finally breaking through, and it pains you to see her like this.

You almost want to cry.

"Because I'm not sleeping next you." Hermione croaks out and says it like it's the most obvious thing in the world.

Her tears suddenly pour out of her and begin to fall down her gentle cheeks like a waterfall.

"But what hurts the most, out of everything, is that the one person who can hold me and make all the pain go away with a simple touch, is also the person who can't bear to see me. And out of all the things you said that day, knowing that is what almost killed me, Fleur!" Her words cut through you as sharp as a knife, and you flinch, your hand suddenly leaving hers.

You feel the coldness creep up on you, now that the warmth is no longer there.

You feel the faint stabbing like pain in your heart, and you want it to go away, but you know that it won't. Not when you're the reason that she is sad. And you really don't Ever want to see her sad.

"I am 'so 'sorry, 'Ermione. But 'zis week has killed me too!" You snap back at her, your hurt now turning into frustration, you just cannot bare the thought of Hermione being mad at you. "I 'have not been able to 'zink clearly because 'ze only 'zing I can 'zink about is you! I 'have missed you 'so much, it 'hurts." You tell her with all honesty, your hand shooting to your chest, almost as if to prove your point.

But just when Hermione was about to say something in return, you both get stopped by the noise of a bus engine, breaking away all words floating around the sky.

And suddenly you're brought back to the world outside of you and Hermione. The world where other people are now stepping onto the big, green vehicle, heading off to work, just like you were supposed to be too.

You turn your attention back to the brown haired wonder in front of you, and you see the way her mouth moves up and down quickly, her eyes looking between the both of yours, and you know that she wants to say so much more.

But instead she breaks away her thoughts and lets out a resigned sigh, as if making up her mind; she begins to get up and steps away from you. As if she is taking herself away from your side, because she knows that she has too.

And that just about breaks your heart even more.

"Please 'Ermione." You let out in a quiet whisper, your words coming out shaky and uncertain.

You know that she heard, but she just takes in a deep breathe and looks away out into the far distance.

You know that its taking everything in her not to look at you right now, and you almost get the urge to go up to her and make her see nothing but you. But you know that you cannot.

"Your bus is here now, Fleur." Hermione states, her voice wobbling at the end. "You know I hate it when you're late." She croaks out, and it almost breaks your heart. "Especially for me." And that's when she cannot hold it in anymore, and her lips tremble once again.

Her forehead creases as she brings her free hand, that's not holding her cup, to her lips as if she's trying to suck all of her pain inside.

Your heart can not take it anymore, and the pain of everything just begins to get too much. So much so that you cannot even bring yourself to cry anymore, you just feel hollow, almost empty inside.

All you can do is agree with a small nod of your head. You get up and make your way to the bus, not before turning to pick up your precious cup of coffee, the one you no longer feel like drinking anymore.

", 'Zank you, 'Ermione." You say to her, but look ahead, not being able to even see her anymore, for it just hurts too much.

She is so beautiful, it hurts.

It isn't until you almost enter the bus, when a new sense of determination hits you, and you know that this isn't it.

It cannot be it; you know that you won't allow the two of you to end like this. You don't think you would be able to go on, if it did.

You fell for her just as quickly as you fell for your favourite cup of coffee, with one sip.

This cannot be it.

So you turn around and face her once more.

"And 'Ermione." You call out to her, her head snaps straight to yours. You hold her eyes and make them lock onto your own; you never want to forget those precious pools of brown.

"I won't give up, just 'so you know." You tell her, but before she can say anything back you quickly add. "You mean too much to me, to Ever let you go."

And just like that, you've rendered Hermione speechless, her mouth hangs open slightly, and she looks at you as if you've just come down from the heavens.

You shake your head at this, though, because you know for a fact that that cannot be true, you're not the one who's the angel here. You're looking at her.

And with that you turn and quickly get onto the bus before it drives off without you.

French Translations:

"Est-ce elle?" - "Is that her?"

"Elle est magnifique." - "She is beautiful."

"Tu es une idiote, Fleur!" - "You're an idiot, Fleur!"

magnifique - beautiful

idiote - idiot

"Tu sais quoi, je pense que tu peux rentrer à la maison maintenant." - "You know what, I think you can go home now."

"Pas a la maison, maison. Je veux dire à Ma maison." - "Not home, home. I mean My home." - but in French it's known as 'house.'

"De sorte que je peux… parler." - "So that I can... talk."

"Ahh, tu vuex 'parler,' okay, okay." - "Ahh, you want to 'talk,' okay, okay."