Here is the 8th chapter of Loving Fleur Delacour, it is not as long as I would like, but I figured, I'd post it now to celebrate the fact that I am now on holiday! YAY! No more school for 2 weeks! But sadly, I must still study and get work done, BUT I will have more time to fic! YAY! So anyways, read on! Enjoy!
PS This chapter is dedicated to my Remus/Sirius shipping friend! If she is reading this, I hope you like the plot twist! HAHA!
'Why, don't you both look like cats that have been catching plenty of mice?' remarked Remus, a twinkle evident in his eye.
'Mm, Hermione, you appear to have some grass in your hair,' commented Tonks calmly reaching over to pluck the offending blade of grass from behind Hermione's right ear.
'And you Fleur, your shirt is wrinkled, maybe I should iron it for you next time?' jibed Remus.
Both Fleur and Hermione blushed bright red, knowing full well that Remus and Tonks had guessed what they had just been up to. Fleur regained her composure and said, 'I think we ought to go have a picnic, the grass is not moist and the air is not as cold now.'
'Indeed. I suppose you both have been running? You seem so flush,' replied Remus.
Hermione rolled her eyes at him, 'Whatever Remus, I think it's a good idea, Tonks? What do you think?'
Tonks clapped her hands excitedly, 'Yes! Definitely! I haven't been on a picnic since, well, since I was little.'
Remus folded his paper, 'Right then. Whoever is the best cook shall prepare the picnic.'
'That rules you out, Remus!' joked Hermione.
He threw the TV guide at her.
'Ow about us three women cook, Remus can just be like other men; watch the sport and grunt,' suggested Fleur.
The other two females burst out laughing. Remus looked rather insulted, 'Huh! Well, I may as well just do that now!'
In a mock huff he left the room, plunking down on the couch, switching on not the sport but the nature channel. Again the three women laughed and began to prepare the picnic.
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Bill thought about the information that he had just gathered, his ex-girlfriend was now screwing his little brother's best friend and ex-crush.
What were the odds? He growled, not liking the idea that perhaps Hermione had stolen Fleur from him. Perhaps Fleur had been under a spell; perhaps she had actually been blackmailed. Hermione was certainly smart enough to pull it off.
Bill shook his head; he couldn't believe that he was being so paranoid. After his little moment of madness he went to his fridge and pulled out a six pack of beer. Too much thinking, he would just drink it away.
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Tonks was covered head to toe in flour. Fleur tried her best to avoid bursting out a guffaw. Hermione smacked her hand on the table, and then gripped it, trying not to betray her amusement.
'Who did that?' asked Tonks in a dangerously calm voice, barely concealing her anger.
In fact, neither woman had done so; it had actually been Remus who had sneaked in behind Tonks when she had removed the mud cake from the oven.
The smell was so enticing that Remus had removed himself from his seating, practically salivating, and when he saw his opportunity to tease
Tonks, he took it. Now he was definitely sure that it had been worth it, though he wondered if it would cut back his share of the desserts.
'Why are you still sniffing around here? You can't eat anything till we're at least outside!' exclaimed Tonks, hitting Remus' wandering hand with her spatula.
Remus gave her as glowering look and slunk back to the living room.
'Such a big baby,' called Hermione after him.
They laughed as the TV volume was turned up, broadcasting the weather.
'Well, at least we know that it will not rain,' commented Fleur.
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A groggy Bill, bleary eyed and burping the last contents of his beer, hoisted himself up, realising that that he ought to clean himself up. He lumbered to the bathroom, turned the shower on full blast, then realised he was still wearing clothes. He stripped and flung the soaking garments in the corner of the bathroom. It soon steamed up, Bill was never the one to need a cold shower, and just an ordinary shower was able to wake him. Refreshed and clean he dressed in a shirt and jeans. Deciding that a hot cooked lunch might do him some good, he apparated to his local café restaurant.
'What can I get you luvvy?' asked the stereotypical American style looking waitress.
'How about a black coffee and you lunch special?' asked Bill.
'Sure, one black coffee and special coming right up,' replied the waitress, winking at him.
Bill fell deep into thought once more, Fleur winked at him when he was visiting Harry and Ron in Hogwarts back when the TriWizard Tournament was running. Now, she would never wink at him again. He frowned, maybe he should go see for himself, it was really true, and then he would make a proper decision. Yes, he would go and visit. It's not as if he was obsessed about her now, was he? He nodded and sat there determinedly, munching away at his lunch, not noticing that the waitress had offered him a free dessert.
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'Ah, Tonks, just stay where you are and don't move,' warned Hermione.
'Huh? Why?' questioned Tonks, though froze obediently.
As Hermione's face contorted she became suspicious, she turned her head, but not before Remus and dumped a handful of ice down her shirt. She squealed tremendously and jumped up and about, trying to shake the ice chips out of her top.
Hermione and Fleur fell to the grass laughing their heads off.
'Why is everyone picking on me!' demanded Tonks.
Remus dodged an ice chip flicked at him, wiping tears from his eyes.
'Because we love you?' he suggested.
Tonks rolled her eyes dramatically then tackled him, accidentally forcing them to roll down the hill towards the lake. Both yelled, 'SHIT!' just as they landed face first into the water.
This scene just caused even more hilarity for Hermione and Fleur. Hermione finally calmed to conjure towels and Fleur got the food ready.
'See what you did?' accused Tonks.
Remus opened his mouth in shock, 'You were the one who tackled me!'
'If I didn't know better, I'd think that you were two children bickering not dating one another,' commented Hermione.
'Oh but we're not,' said Tonks quite seriously.
'Pardon?' asked Fleur, taken aback.
Hermione quirked her brow, 'Um… As far as I've known, heck, all of us have known, you two have been dating.'
'No. That's not quite possible, going out together yes, but not dating. For you see, I'm gay,' stated Remus simply.
'A fag,' added Tonks tragically.
'I prefer flamboyant and fancies boys,' snorted Remus.
'Fag,' shot back Tonks, running out of insults.
Remus sighed and patted her on the back.
'Woah, woah! Hang on a minute! But what about all the touching, kissing and sleeping in the same room?' asked Hermione, completely and utterly confused.
Fleur nodded in furious agreement, 'Oui, you certainly act like a couple!'
'Oh, we do that for fun. Well, let's say we're friends with benefits,' laughed Tonks.
'Actually, that makes me bisexual, then doesn't it?' wondered Remus out loud.
'I'm gay too, yet I find this all very disturbing,' muttered Hermione.
Fleur clutched her in a hug, 'You're not the only one, mes ami.'
'Well, take some time to think, but I can assure, I've not had sex with any man, apart from Sirius,' added Remus.
This time Hermione really did fall over, 'WHAT! With Sirius! Okay, I really am in need of some therapy!'
Tonks laughed at their expressions, Remus looked somewhat indignant, but sighed, 'Just because I'm older than you doesn't mean I can't love too!'
'Fair enough,' replied Hermione.
'Well, I think it is rather sweet. It's certainly very cute now that I think about it,' said Fleur quietly, giving Remus a tight hug, realising that mentioning Sirius was painful.
'Well, thank you, Fleur,' murmured Remus.
Following the uncomfortable silence, they began to eat. The food was delicious; the women had really outdone themselves. Remus especially enjoyed the fact that they had left the inner part of the roast nice and bloody, juicy and sweet, just how he like it.
They winked at each other as Remus gnawed at the bone, yet somehow daintily, and with one hand holding up the bone and the other carefully catching whatever morsel fell from the bone.
Hermione leaned over to listen to Fleur's chatter about her desire to design lingerie.
'And I would base it all upon you, ma cherie,' whispered Fleur, giggling at Hermione's fierce blush.
Hermione kissed her gratefully, 'Minx.'
A figured loomed from behind them, Fleur sat up in shock.
'Bill,' she whispered wordlessly.
'Yes, me indeed. I can't believe it, it's true. It's true,' gabbled Bill.
'Um, hi Bill. What are you doing here? Have you eaten? Would you like some lunch?' stammered Hermion, unsure of what to do.
'Don't hi me, wench. So, my little brother was right, you're screwing my fiancée. Well, ain't that just great,' growled Bill.
'I'm not your fiancée, Bill. I'm not even your girlfriend. It's over between us,' stated Fleur.
Bill turned to face her, 'Why? Why Fleur? Why drag me along for a ride? Was it fun? Was I sport to you? Or did Hermione just happen to ensnare your incurable libido?'
'Hey! You don't have to insult her!' snapped Hermione
Bill backhanded her, gasping at himself.
'Bill, I want you to leave right now,' warned Remus.
'Yeah, I'd probably best do that, so you lot can live easier,' rasped Bill, still in disbelief that he'd just smacked Hermione, who was now being held by Fleur.
Bill felt enraged, how dare they hold each other like that? How dare they be happy when he was living like a ghost?
Remus interrupted his thoughts, 'No, I just think that perhaps you can leave and then ring up and we can arrange a better time for you to visit. Maybe we can talk about this new situation after you've cooled down, hm?
Bill was about to reject the thought, but he spied Tonks slipping her wand from her pocket.
'Alright, I'm going, but you are definitely going to see me again real soon. I'll ring you,' he snarled as he disapperated.
They all sighed in relief; they had not been counting on Ron and Harry making a pit stop to visit Bill. They had not thought that Ron would tell his brother in malice. Most likely he thought that it would be harmless, Harry, of course knew better. The damage was done and there was no point crying over spilt milk. They would deal.
'I don't think he'll be too angry, if he gets a girlfriend. I think it just comes with territory. It's a werewolf thing,' explained Remus.
'But you aren't like that,' retorted Hermione.
'No, not like he is, but he isn't like a werewolf in other ways that I am. It depends on the person really, to see which werewolf qualities are brought out the most,' he added.
Well? What do you think? Is it still running hot? Are there unnecessary bits? What do you like, what do you not like? REVIEW!