Chapter 2 - Was it Real
"Feels zo good," Fleur says as she looms over you. You have your hands on her hips as you roll into her, and she in turn rolls into you. She's opted for riding you this morning.
A great way to start your morning.
"Fuck," you groan out as she continues to roll herself into you.
She feels amazing.
She encases you in the most perfect of ways.
You feel like you're drowning in her essence.
You never want this to end, however judging by her labored breaths you can tell she's nearing her breaking point.
"Merde," she says with a raspy breath.
You pick up your pace and you feel her curse under her breath this time.
It's not long before you feel the familiar grip and you lose yourself.
She cums a few moments later, as she falls into you.
You hold her close as you both catch your breath.
"Zat was nice," She says nuzzling into you. You're still joined and you can't bring yourself to pull out quite yet.
You hold her tightly as you roll yourself over so that she's underneath you.
"Who said we were done?" you teasingly say as you stiffen within her.
Her delighted giggles are all the encouragement you need as you begin to thrust into her.
- - x - - - - - - -
After a shower, were you've both once again gotten carried away in the other. You get started on making breakfast.
Fleur flitters about the kitchen grabbing some eggs from the fridge and some flour from the cupboard.
It looks like pancakes are on the agenda for today.
You set to grab some fruit to pair with the pancakes. Grabbing two oranges, several strawberries from the fridge, and a couple of bananas. You rinse them under the sink and grab a knife from your knife holder.
"Mon Amor," Fleur says as she walks up beside you.
"Hmm?" You turn to to her. She gives you a quick peck on the cheek and takes the knife from you.
"You grabbed ze wrong knife," she places the knife back into the holder and hands you another one.
"Thanks," you reply in turn. You couldn't be happier.
It's been a few months since you started this, whatever 'this' is. But you wouldn't change it for the world. You feel happy, overjoyed to have her here with you.
She spent the night, as she does most. Only ever goes back to Shell Cottage to pick up a change of clothes and a few things here and there.
Things have certainly changed around your parent's home.
Your home. You correct yourself.
She's been there for you in ways you didn't know she could be.
Through the hard months that you had to start packing your parent's things to move them into the garamge. You both realized that it didn't help you any to keep them around the house. After their death you'd magically moved them all back to their original places around the house.
She held you as you cried yourself into a panic attack when you found a picture of you and your mum. Grinning up into the camera, a picture taken by your dad, you both sport toothy grins and you a chocolate ring around your mouth.
Fleur took the time to go through all of your family photos and bundled them up into a large picture book. 'For when you're ready,' she said to you as she kissed your cheek and held you to her.
You've held her through those hard nights when she's woken up from a nightmare. She'd seen Bill torn to pieces by two giants. She'd been powerless to stop it from happening as she'd been trying to fend off a Death Eater.
She'd been able to stun the Death Eater in time to see Bill die. The memory haunted her still.
You'd been the one to suggest she keep her things over at yours one day over lunch. The look of happy surprise on her face was enough to melt your heart thrice over.
She was a beauty.
How did you get so lucky.
She responded in turn by taking your hand in hers and giving it a gentle squeeze.
"Oui I'd like that,"
Your four bedroom home has changed so much. You've magically had the furniture changed to fit both your tastes. Pictures of the both of you in your school days and those of your friends and family adorn the walls. You've expanded your bedroom with a little magical help and turned it into a suite for the two of you.
One of the rooms has been changed into an art room. You're old playroom that was mainly used for storage after you'd outgrown your toys. Fleur wouldn't stop hugging you that day.
And she certainly showed you later that night how much she appreciated your thoughtfulness.
Another room was changed into a small library, so you could keep all of your books.
Your parents room was the hardest. That one took you much longer to change.
In the end you'd both opted for a study. A place where you could both get some work done if need be.
Yes you're home has changed. You don't feel lonely anymore.
You have a wonderful woman that shares her days with you, that makes meals with you. That warms your bed at night. And that makes you feel loved and wanted.
You couldn't be happier.
"Mon amor you're drifting," Fleur says, as you come back to the present.
She's flipping pancakes and you've butchered the orange you were cutting.
"Sorry," you say gathering up the butchered fruit and throwing it into the rubbish bin.
"I'm nearly done with zis, I can 'elp you cut the rest of it," Fleur offers as she finishes cooking another pancake.
"Don't be silly, I've got this," You assure, as you grab another orange and begin to cut.
Making quick work of the fruit. You grab a bowl from the cupboard and scoop the fruit into it.
"See," you cheekily say. Placing the bowl in the center of the table.
"Bien," Fleur replies, a smile on her face.
All of her smiles warm you.
You want to always make her smile.
You both take a seat and enjoy your breakfast.
"Mrs. Weasley has asked if we would like to come for lunch," she asks as you've finished your meal.
"Would you like to go?" You ask tentatively, you've only been over for the Christmas that passed, your friends welcomed you back with open arms and the Weasleys made you feel like you still had a family.
If only they knew.
The kind of person you really where.
They wouldn't want you.
You've been taking their son's widow to bed almost every night.
That's bound to be wonderful table talk.
They'll be sure to roll out the welcome wagon after that.
"It would be nice," Fleur says taking your hand in hers.
"But not if 'ou do not feel comfortable," she assures you.
She's so considerate.
You really don't deserve her.
"It'll be nice to see them," You respond in turn.
She's done so much for you, it's the least you can do for her.
She gives you a dazzling smile and you melt.
"Ow about I tidy up 'ere and join 'ou in ze bedroom in a few minutes," she teases with a sultry smile.
This woman is amazing.
You can only nod dumbly as you go wash up.
—- x —
"Fleur are you ok?" You ask, as you stand outside of the bathroom a few minutes later.
You'd both been about to get intimate when she'd rushed to the restroom.
"Oui, I'll be a moment," she responds as you wait.
Did she catch something? You wonder to yourself.
You both eat relatively healthy meals.
'Perhaps something didn't sit right with her' you muse to yourself as you walk back to your bed and take a seat.
You can forgoe the sex, you just hope Fleur's ok.
The sudden noise of the bathroom door opening startles you from your thoughts and you look up to the woman emerging.
"Is everything alright?" you ask, Fleur looks slightly pale.
Your worry grows.
Maybe a trip to St. Mungos is in order.
You don't like going out, have become a recluse as of late.
And the thought of being around people gives you anxiety.
But you'll do it for her.
"Je suis desole," she apologises as she takes a seat next to you.
"Would you like to take a nap?" you offer as she gives you a small smile.
"Zat would be nice," She responds. Taking your hand in hers and staring into your eyes.
Her eyes are the prettiest colour of blue you've ever seen in your life, you could get lost in them.
She breaks the connection after a few moments and guides you with her into the bed.
Hopefully she'll feel better after you've both had a bit more sleep.
You make your way under the covers and gather her to you.
She tucks herself into you, taking a deep breath and settling herself within your arms.
"Maybe we can take a walk by the park?" You offer as she nods in your arms.
You take several calming breaths to steady your rapidly beating heart.
You truly cannot get enough of this woman.
- x -
You're standing outside the restroom as Fleur throws up.
It's been a week.
An entire week of consistent throwing up.
To say you're worried is an understatement.
You're freaking out.
But you have to be strong.
For Fleur.
She needs your support.
Taking a moment to compose yourself you give a tentative knock on the door.
A moment later you hear a strangled "Qui?"
Mustering up your courage you suggest, "I think we should go to St. Mungos they would be able to determine what's causing this,"
She doesn't say anything for a few minutes.
And you both stand in silence on opposite ends of the door.
"Zat would probablie be for ze best," Fleur agrees, she opens the door soon after and immediately pulls you into her.
"It's ok, it'll all be ok," you try to assure her and she in turn holds you tighter.
You hold her to you.
You don't know what else to do.
—- - — x - - —-
"Well Mrs. Weasley, I'll just need to perform a quick health check spell and we'll see what ails you," the medí wizard informs Fleur.
She's sitting on a chair as the medí wizard looks over some paperwork.
You can only stand off to the side as you watch Fleur hold out a hand to stop the medí wizard.
"Delacour, mai husband passed," Fleur says as the medí wizard stares at her for a moment before giving her a nod in understanding.
"My condolences Miss Delacour," the medí wizard says with remorse.
You can only watch the interaction.
Your heart constricts.
Bill should be here.
You don't belong here.
Does Fleur even want you here?
You take a hesitant step back to try to walk out of the room.
It's at that instant that Fleur decides to look in your direction.
She holds out a hand for you to take.
You can't do anything but walk forward.
You can't allow yourself to succumb to your thoughts.
You have to be here for Fleur.
You take her hand in yours and stand beside her.
The medi wizard looks between the two of you in slight confusion.
"Miss Granger you're a very considerate friend to be here for Miss Delacour," the medi wizard says as you can only stare back.
You can't bring yourself to say anything in response.
Fleur's increased grip on your hand brings you back from your stupor.
The medi wizard moves to stand directly in front of the two of you.
You can feel your anxiety creeping up on you at the close proximity but you stand still.
"Now then, let's see what ails you Miss Delacour," the medi wizard says wand raised, "..."
A yellow sliver shoots out of the medi-wizards wand. It settles above Fleur's head like a halo.
You can only stare as it remains yellow for a few seconds before changing to a light pink and vanishing a few moments later.
The medí wizard smiles at Fleur, "Congratulations Miss Delacour you're expecting,"
You feel your heart drop at those words.
What.
Fleur is.
Fleur is.
She's expecting.
You were right.
You're nothing special.
You were only deluding yourself.
She never liked you that way.
How could she.
You're a freak.
You're broken.
You're too messed up to be anything more than a fuck buddy.
Sex is all you were good for.
You can only hope this guy she's been sleeping with as well is kind.
You can only hope he'll treat her right.
You can only hope.
You can only hope that you could be him.
That you could be the "father" of Fleur's child.
But you were only ever deluding yourself that you could be anything more.
Those secret hopes.
Shattered.
You don't know how long you've been lost in your thoughts before you feel Fleur stand and thank the medi wizard for his time.
"I have you scheduled for a month from now to see how your child has grown and monitor it's magical core," the medi wizard says as he smiles at the two of you.
"I'm sure Mr. Weasley would be happy for you Miss Delacour," the medí wizard says with a sad smile.
Fleur doesn't say anything in turn.
She simply pulls you with her and you both walk out of the medi wizard's examination room.
You dare not utter a word.
Your whole world has just shattered.
Any hopes you had are gone.
You don't get another moment to think on the matter as you feel the familiar pull.
Fleur has apparated you both back to your little home.
You'll need to remind her not to do that anymore, what with her pregnancy.
Wouldn't do to endanger her unborn child.
You can only hope that the father of her child will be considerate to remember.
"Ermione?" you hear Fleur say and it draws you from your thoughts.
"Ah, well I suppose I should congratulate you," you surprise yourself as the words tumble out of your mouth.
Fleur only looks at you with a slightly quizzical look on her face.
Not knowing how to respond to her look you ramble on.
"When should I expect you out?"
Perhaps it was the wrong thing to say, in an instant Fleur's quizzical look changes to a furious one.
Did you say something wrong?
"How dare you!" she exclaims as she squares her shoulders and stares you down.
What did you say to offend her? It was only natural that she'd want to move out to be with the father of her child?
Or did she expect you to move out? Of your house?
You can feel the anger bubble up inside.
The audacity of this woman.
First she takes your heart and takes it.
Now she wants to take your home?
No.
"How dare I? How dare you!" you respond in turn with furry of your own.
"Did you really think I'd let you stay here after this?" you exclaim as you watch her own furry grow.
You're almost positive she wants to maim you right now, by the look on her face.
But you do not falter.
You cannot allow yourself.
Or you may just break.
You're fighting everything within you, to stop from breaking.
You're heartbroken.
But she doesn't need to know that.
Doesn't need to know that your heart is breaking with every moment that passes.
Doesn't need to know the secret delusion you had of the two of you forming a family of sorts.
And why should she? She's been sleeping with some other bloke this whole time.
Leading you on, letting you hope.
And for what?
To dash it into the ground and crush you at a moments notice.
She doesn't doesn't care for you.
She never did.
She just used you.
And her secret is out.
She's just sorry she got caught.
Mustering up your righteous fury you meet her look of fury head on.
You will not be brought to your knees.
"I think it's time you left," you get out, she stares at you with a mix between shock and fury, like she can't believe the words you've just uttered to her.
Feeling slightly triumphant at your ability to utter those words, it catches you completely off guard when she lands a solid slap to your cheek.
You can only stare back at her in alarm.
You had not expected that.
"I did not zink zat 'ou could be such a pig!" She bites out at you as she walks past you.
You can hear her footsteps as she makes her way to your shared room, can hear her as she rummages around for her things and finally the pop when she apparates out of your house.
And out of your life.
Only then do you allow yourself to crumble.
You drop to your knees and start to cry.
You curl into yourself and wallow in your misery.
How could you have been such a fool.