Here we are, chapter 13 of Loving Fleur Delacour. Who's enjoying this fic as much as I am? Raise your hands and stand! Haha, sorry, feeling a little strange. Ah, terrible, waking up at 6:30 to go to school….. utter torture! Oh well, read and if you see anything lame, please tell me.

'Please don't make me go out there,' whimpered Hermione.

Fleur gave her a completely exasperated look. Hermione was willing enough to obscurely admit that she was going to have sex for 3 days and nights straight, yet she wasn't game enough to say good morning on the 4th. It confused Fleur to no end.

'I do not see why you will not come out, it's time you saw the sun,' said Fleur.

'You mean you? I've seen plenty of you and I want lots more,' smiles Hermione.

Fleur rolls her eyes, not as amused as she could have been, 'Non, THE sun. But merci beaucoup for the flattery.'

Hermione glanced up at her with puppy dog eyes, 'Please! I'll make it up to you! Name it! Anything!'

Fleur chuckled, 'Anything? Hm, I'd love to take that offer up, but no. We must be greeting our friends after such a long time.'

'Fine, but don't blame me if I die of embarrassment!' fumed Hermione.

Fleur gave her an encouraging and breath taking kiss, 'Do you feel better now?'

'Mmm,' was the reply, almost dreamy.

'Good morning! I trust you both slept well,' greeted Remus, playfully accentuating the 'slept' while raising his eyebrows.

Hermione gave him a withering glare, 'Yes, indeed we did. But I can't say much for you though now, can I?'

Remus merely blushed slightly and cleared his throat and ruffled his newspaper to end the short lived banter. Fleur and Tonks shook their heads in disbelief.

'At least you got as much sleep as you wanted to get,' muttered Bill.

The realisation came down upon the others like a sack of trolls. Hermione swore mentally while the others paled. A synchronized and careful glance was made at Bill. He simply stared back at them with his bloodshot eyes. Fleur was the first to issue her apology, 'Je suis desolee, Bill! I completely did not realise!'

'Yeah! Like, really! Can I do something to make it up to you!' added Hermione rapidly nodding.

Tonks and Remus muttered embarrassed apologies. Bill just guffawed, 'Well, for starters, we could at least sound proof my room!'

This caused further blushing by the occupants of Black Mansion.

Bill rolled his eyes,' Okay, let's put it this way, I'll charm my room. But you have to give me sufficient warning. Let's…. Let's say, if you are gonna get some, place something on your door knob. How's that sound?'

Hermione, Fleur and Remus agreed whole heartedly. However Tonks had a question, 'Does it matter what we hang there?'

Jaws dropped and Bill just shook his head.

'There's no point in trying to get through to you is there?' he sighed.

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After several infrequent comings and goings from Harry and Ron, life at Black mansion had been rather quiet of late. Much to Hermione's distress, they never stayed more than a week to replenish their supplies. Ron had grown haggard, while Harry constantly had bags under his eyes but neither would even listen to having a break. Hermione only hoped that they'd be sure to return every time after a raid.

'Ermione, why do you look so sad?' inquired Fleur, her face crestfallen at Hermione's look of utter despair.

Hermione turned to face Fleur, who was dressed in a beautiful summer gown, cut at just above her knees. Indeed, in once sense it was to entice Hermione and the other purely because she was hot. Hermione did enjoy the view, but of course kept herself in check.

She touched her chin tentatively with her forefinger, 'Why am I sad? I am not sad. Why do I look sad? I don't know why. Perhaps it is because I am contemplating life, contemplating what little time I have left with you.'

Fleur became alarmed, 'What? Ma chere, why such deep dark thoughts? We have plenty of time.'

Hermione shook her head, 'I'm, sorry Fleur. I just had a very bad feeling is all.'

'Why, can I make it better?' inquired Fleur, giving Hermione an enigmatic smile, casually drawing her hand to slide across Hermione's cheek and drew her in for a deep but brief kiss.

'I think you just did,' breathed Hermione.

However, Fleur was not completely satisfied, 'You haven't been having nightmares again have you?'

Hermione shuffled her feet, trying not to look at Fleur and she gave a vague shrug. Fleur encircled her concerned, 'S'il vous plait, mon amour. Do not 'ide things from me. I care for you. Tell me.'

Finally at Fleur's gentle urgings, Hermione nodded.

'I…. I dreamt that Voldemort had killed Harry and Ron, and that he came after me but found you instead and took you away. It… it scared me so much… I…. Oh Fleur!' sobbed Hermione, unable to keep it all in.

Fleur held the weeping younger woman tightly, hoping that her arms would provide some sort of comfort and stability while she gathered her thoughts. She hated having to see her love go through such horrors at night, when one feels the most alone, by themselves in their mind. For this moment, she would not ask questions, but simply be there to support Hermione.

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Bill was doing a handstand with a pole between his teeth.

'Ish dish eally ecessary?' mumbled Bill.

Remus gave a brief nod, 'Well, it is good for strengthening your teeth.'

Bill wobbled, 'hat! I 'on't 'ant 'o 'urt 'eole!'

Remus held him steady, 'Hold on, its not to sharpen! Just strengthen! Just because you are part werewolf doesn't mean that you can neglect your pearly whites! This way, you're less likely to need to visit a dentist.'

'Oh,' came the deflated reply.

Remus gave a loud chuckle, 'No! I'm sorry! Let go of it, I was just playing. I apologise Bill, my little joke!'

Bill groaned loudly, 'Great time to play pranks Remus!'

Remus handed him a sandwich, 'Well, eat up. We'll have more to do after.'

Bill raised an eyebrow but munched gratefully on the layered sandwich, 'Mind you, I'll be eating more than one of these teeny things.'

'Yes, I know. Don't worry, there's plenty more,' Remus assured him.

Tonks appeared from over the hill, 'Wotcher! How's the workout going?'

Bill gave a grunted greeting still 'wolfing' down his meal. Tonks patted him on the back, 'Gosh, slow down! You might choke!'

'He can inhale them if he tried!' commented Remus, lightly pinching Tonks' arm in welcome.

'But then it wouldn't taste as good!' Bill managed to get out through full mouthfuls.

Tonks rolled her eyes and muttered what sounded like 'pig'. Bill growled at her playfully, 'Oi! I'm a carnivore! Lupine! Not some snorting piggy in the mud!'

Tonks laughed and raised a brow, 'Really? Well, what where those grunting noises I heard not far off when I was walking up the hill?'

Bill rolled his eyes and ignored her. She huffed mockingly at him and shrugged.

'Did you want something?' asked Remus.

'Oh nothing…. I just, had to get out of the mansion,' she sighed wistfully.

The two males just gave each other confused glances and then saw the brightness of Tonks' cheeks. They deducted that she must have been listening in on Fleur and Hermione again. They in turn blushed and cleared their throats.

'Right! Well, Bill, the next thing you need to try is…' began Remus.

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'Ermione, do you feel better now?' inquired Fleur, brushing the stray strand from Hermione's face.

Hermione gave her a demure smile, 'Yeah, that was great. I had no idea that you possessed such wonderful hands.'

Fleur returned the smile and kissed her gently, 'Well, I do believe you know how skilled my hands can be.'

'True, but I had no idea you had such a good knowledge of pressure points,' replied Hermione, realising that her neck no longer had kinks in it.

She stretched languorously on their bed, enjoying her feeling of euphoria. Fleur had made her feel better, much better. With physical and mental treatment, the physical of course being more than just lusty kisses and licks. Fleur brushed her hair; Hermione took the brush from her and took over the job. Hermione drew the brush down Fleur's luxurious mane in slow but steady strokes, 'Let me.'

'But of course, mon amour. Mm, that feels wonderful…' sighed Fleur, closing her eyes and loving the feeling of the brush and Hermione's gentle caresses.

Hermione took her task seriously and took extra care to hold Fleur's hair before brushing any odd knots. As she finished, Fleur had grasped her hands, the brushed dropped, clattering resonantly. 'What is it my love?' asked Hermione, wondering at the sudden tightness of Fleur's grip.

She followed Fleur's gaze at the window, to the black owl that was tapping intently, trying to get in. Hermione tugged at Fleur's grip, 'Fleur? Let me go let it in.'

Fleur complied reluctantly. As soon as Hermione had unhinged the window and opened it, the owl pushed itself past her and dropped a letter in Fleur's lap, then immediately flew out again. 'Huh, how strange, it's not expecting a reply…' murmured Hermione, closing the window shut again.

'Aren't you going to open it? Fleur?' inquired Hermione, placing her hand on Fleur's shoulder tentatively.

Fleur shook her head, 'I can open it later. Come, we must go down to dinner.'

Hermione gave her an incredulous look but decided to let it go for the time being. Fleur was abnormally cheerful throughout dinner. It completely unnerved Hermione. The others did not seem to pick up on the discrepancy. They seemed to be under the impression that everything was fine. Tonks served dessert, part flaming and she had to throw it on to the table, frantically blowing and waving her hands about. Remus calmly took out his wand and placed a cooling charm on the trifle, allowing it to cool and not charcoal. 'How exactly did you manage to burn a trifle?' asked Hermione in total disbelief.

Tonks blushed furiously, 'Well, that wasn't meant to happen, but I accidentally left the grease paper underneath the cake part. And well, I thought I'd warm the cake part up a bit before taking it out for you to eat…'

She trailed off, letting them come to obvious conclusion. Snickers were muffled, but a very teary glance silenced them immediately. 'I'm sorry,' bemoaned Tonks, shuffling over to take their bowls away.

Fleur stopped her, taking a spoon and dipping it in to take a bite before Tonks could stop her. A genuine smile was upon her lips, 'It is delicious, Tonks. Come, 'ave a taste! 'Ere, you too mon amour.'

She fed Hermione a spoonful and soon Hermione was nodding in agreement, 'Yeah, Tonks! This is great! Gosh, I think the slight singe made it tastier.'

The males regarded the trifle suspiciously, but soon took the bite, eyes widening in amazement.

'Wow, I'm glad this came out all right. Okay, trifle is so my signature dish!' laughed Tonks.

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'Fleur? What's the letter say?' ventured Hermione, as Fleur placed it down heavily on their bed.

Fleur's wide frightened eyes met hers and in a deadly whisper she replied, 'My mother wants to meet you.'

How's that for a surprise? Haha, I hope you all are going well in life, all I know is that I hate having a really cool assignment, but not having enough time to devote to it! GRRR! Kinda like writing fanfiction, love it, but I don't have enough time for it!

Well, you know the drill, review and make me want to continue!