LB: Hiya this is my first excursion into Harry potter writing. I've reently noticed how few Fleur/Hermione fics there were. So i decided to write one.(Go me.) So yea here it is.
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Serenade
Prologue: Twilight
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Hermione sat that wondering what to write in her diary today. She frowned and chewed her lip. She decided to write on her feeling on Fleur. Her one love. The only person who had thought her beautiful. And the only person she hated.
She was preety. I was not. I'm plain, boring, unwanted, unloved. Yes that's me in a nutshell. I was jealous of her. Yeah me the all knowing superior bookworm. I was jealous of her looks, her smiles, her attractions, and everything else I wasn't. I'm sounding real shallow arn't I? Yeah I probably am. I was always smart, but never loved. I was always respected, but not adored. Unlike me she is probably smart, loved, respected, adored, and might I add drooled over.
She is popular but I however am not. I might have filled out over the years and become more feminine but I can never forget her. Her looks, her eyes, her smile, and just about many other random things. I probably sound so shallow huh? I'm not, I'm just jealous. Harry and Ron probably forgot I'm even a girl. Sure Ron snogged me once in 6th year but now we're in 7th and he's interested in Parvati. Possibbly even Lavender. But Lavender was les so you should just throw that notion out the window.
I should stop rambling but I can't. I can't stop thinking about her. Yes sometimes I even grugdingly admire her. Could I possibly be a worse hypocrit? Yeah I love her yet I hate her. It must have something to do with my time of the month. Yeah that's why I'm now head over heels in love with that Veela.
Ishould stop it now but I can't help it. My brain is filled with her. Her softly swaying hips, the way she walked, the way she talked, the way she-. Gah I really need to stop. I'm crazy arn't I thinking about her like this?
I gazed out the window into the twilight staring at the moon. The moon, beautiful as it was, shared none of her beauty. I still remeber the way how her soft lips felt on mine. That last chaste kiss we shared after the maze and Voldemort came back. Well Voldemort is gone and so is Fleur. I know she's alive we exchange letters and have each other's cell phone numbers. Funny Witchs using muggle technology to communicate.
But she's a famous model and I'm already a muggleborn. Heh, ironic how our love is so right but feels so wrong. Draco becomes nice and Ron becomes nasty. Funny how life is. I still love her but I'll end my lament.
She sighed and locked it with an invented spell. Hermione crept onto her soft four-poster bed and snuggled into it. She pulled a thick blanket over her and feel into an uneasy slept in the twilight of the moon.
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LB: Well whatcha think? I tried to be very original but If I mistankening copyed something of yours tell me. Fanfiction's edit of course screwed up my format.