Well, here is chapter two of 'Loving Fleur Delacour'. So far no one has suggested a new name, so does that mean everyone reading this thinks it an ok title? I'm having a bit of trouble deciding how to go about this. I will also be away for a couple of days, so I won't be updating any time soon. Perhaps I'll get some inspiration while I'm away.
Hermione woke to the warm sun light beaming through her window. She sat up, glancing for Fleur. Fleur was not in the bed, though Hermione was not sure if that was a good thing or not. She stretched and yawned, wondering whether or not Fleur was even still in the mansion. A small glimmer of hope in her wished that she was. Well, the only way to find out is to go downstairs.
'Fleur? Are you here?' asked Hermione, poking her head around the kitchen door.
'Oui,' came the sad reply.
'What's the matter?' asked Hermione, finding Fleur with a newspaper.
'Nothing,' replied Fleur unconvincingly.
'Come on, tell me,' insisted Hermione.
'It's NOTHING!' shouted Fleur, standing up abruptly and leaving the room.
Hermione flinched as Fleur passed her, she looked down at the front cover in horror, 'Oh no.'
Many Witches And Wizards Massacred In France
There was a great upset when representatives of our Ministry of Magic visited France last night. They believed to have information of the whereabouts of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named's French supporters and informants. The French Ministry of Magic retaliated, claiming that there were no such people. In the end, several were killed from both sides and some young witches and wizards have been captured. One such person is rumoured to be a friend of former TriWizard Champion of Beaubaxtons Academy, Fleur Delacour.
Miss Delacour, if you are reading this, I and fellow readers hope that you will encourage your fellow countrymen and women to turn themselves in. Be a good role model and help the fight against the Dark Lord.
Hermione was speechless. Rita Skeeter had somehow managed to get a story in the Daily Prophet, but not under her own name. It was so simply though, the way the article was written, that it was definitely by her.
'That bitch,' muttered Hermione, dropping the paper.
She sought out Fleur, who was on the porch, leaning against the railing.
'Fleur, please talk to me. At least come on a walk with me then,' insisted Hermione.
Fleur didn't look at her, but did follow her down the path. Hermione tried to converse with Fleur, but to no avail.
They ended their short walk making a round turn to head back to the Black mansion. The sky darkened, the sun allowing the moon to take command of their joint domain.
Hermione grasped Fleur's hand, shocking the older woman, but she did not pull away. Hermione smiled to herself; at least she could make Fleur feel welcome here.
'You'll be sharing my room, ok, Fleur?' inquired Hermione.
Fleur did not reply but nodded in acknowledgement. She gave Hermione a weak smile.
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Fleur entered her and Hermione's room shaking, she couldn't believe it. It devastated her to think that he friends in France were being accused of supporting the Dark Lord. It was not possibly, Fleur slammed her fist against the wall.
The mild pain distracted her from her worries for only a moment.
'Fleur, what are you doing?' asked Hermione, returning from a visit to the toilet.
'Ah, nothing. I am tired, I think I will sleep,' replied Fleur, sitting on the bed.
'OKay. Um, oh yeah. Here, wear this to sleep in. I know that these will fit cause I bought these for you as a present, but I never got round to giving it to you,' said Hermione, handing Fleur a nightie.
Fleur stared at the nightie, which was not exactly short and revealing but it WAS quite see through. Hermione took Fleur's silence for disgust or some other terrifying reaction. She cringed.
'I'm sorry, it seemed like a good idea when I bought it,' apologised Hermione.
Fleur shook her head, 'No, it is fine. I just was not expecting you to have bought me a present.'
Hermione shrugged and Fleur smiled at her, quite warmly. This made Hermione feel a whole lot better.
'Well, I'll just let you change then,' said Hermione after a little while.
'Non, I will just go to the bathroom,' replied Fleur.
'Well? What do you think? Do I look alright?' asked Fleur, coming out of the bathroom.
Hermione, who was just buttoning the last button on her pyjamas look up and blushed mightily. Fleur looked very good indeed, sexy and too beautiful for words.
'Ah, um. Look's great on you,' Hermione managed to utter.
Fleur giggled and got under the covers. Hermione shook her head, embarrassed and got under the covers on her side.
Fleur leant over a kissed Hermione on the cheek lightly, 'Thank you 'Ermione.'
Hermione blushed fiercely again, but managed to force herself to get to sleep. Fleur had already fallen asleep, her body glad of the rest. In her sleep, Fleur wrapped her arms around Hermione, who in turn unconsciously snuggled into the French witch's embrace.
The following morning, Fleur was first to wake. She blinked in surprise, though not complaining to the warm younger witch curled up next to her. However, she was sure it was to cause complications. She had harboured some feelings for Hermione when they first met. She had thought of Hermione as a feisty and spirited young girl, but that was what she was during the TriWizard Tournament, a young girl. Now, they were both over the age of 18. Fleur closed her eyes, no, she couldn't deal with her feelings now. It was too soon. Breaking Bill's heart was hurting her, but of course it hurt him more. She wasn't sure if she could deal with a possibility in breaking Hermione's heart also. She rolled over to her side, whispering, 'Non, I could never bear the thought of hurting 'Ermione.'
Hermione, who was awake, felt her heart leap with joy, but at the same time, it fell slightly. Fleur was a broken woman, she would need time to heal. She would need coaxing; Hermione was the one to do that.
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'I probably should go back to my apartment,' commented Fleur, in the morning, finishing her cream cheese spreaded toast.
Hermione panicked slightly, 'Why? And leave me here with only Ginny and Luna for company?'
Although she had meant it as a joke, she could clearly see that Fleur did not respond very well to this comment.
'Non, I do not wish that upon you at all,' replied Fleur curtly.
'Well, how about you go home, pack a bag and then come back here to stay with me. Or just stay here in general,' suggested Hermione, adding the last bit in a rush.
Fleur's eyes lit up at the suggestion,' Oui, that is a good idea. I shall do that, if that is ok?'
'Of course! I'm sure Harry would be alright with that, besides, we are all on the same side. Ah, how about I come with you now?' asked Hermione.
'Alright,' agreed Fleur.
They left for Fleur's apartment straight after lunch.
'Fleur! Your apartment is absolutely spotless!' exclaimed Hermione, glancing about.
Fleur shrugged and continued on to her bedroom. Hermione followed her slowly, unsure of the extent of her welcome.
'Make yourself at home,' called Fleur from her bedroom.
Hermione took this as an invitation to her bedroom. Fleur looked up from her rapid packing as she entered. She had spelled most essentials in already, but was wondering what other clothing she ought to bring.
'I wonder, should I bring this dress? But why would I wear it?' muttered Fleur out loud.
Hermione looked at the dress Fleur had in her hands and her butterflies fluttered in her stomach. It was a red and slinky dress.
It would appear to be very clingy and sure to reveal much of Fleur's svelte form.
'Maybe you should. We might go out. To dinner and stuff,' squeaked Hermione, trying hard not to imagine Fleur in the dress, doing all sorts of naughty things with her.
Fleur looked at her questioningly, but relented and packed the dress.
They returned much later, due to Hermione's insistence that Fleur change her clothes also, though secretly wanted
Fleur to keep wearing the skimpy clothing. Fleur subconsciously kept them, packing them into her bag. Hermione glanced at Fleur as they drove back to 12 Grimmauld Place, Hermione was driving, so had to be careful. Fleur didn't notice, which Hermione was glad for, but wondered what Fleur was feeling at that particular moment. Was she sad still? Was she content? Was she in pain? Peace for the moment? What!
'Ermione, we are going to run into that tree soon,' commented Fleur, placing a hand on Hermione's arm.
Hermione's brain kicked back into gear, 'Shit.'
Hermione slammed on the brakes and turned the corner just in time, then turned gently into the driveway of the Black mansion.
'Sorry about that, Fleur,' apologised Hermione sheepishly.
'Think nothing of it, you had things on your mind,' replied Fleur.
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