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Chapter 2
Preparation
General POV
Moonlight streamed through the large window in the Head Girl's quarters. It crept through the room like a snake on its prey slowly bathing the two beauties in its everlasting glow. A gentle grumble echoed in the room as Fleur awoke from her slumber.
"Mmm," She grumbled opening her eyes to stare up at the thing providing warmth. A gentle smile graced Fleur's lips as she looked at her new friend.
"Ah mon chere, you have no idea what you have done for me." Fleur whispered slowly retracting her arms that wrapped around the young girl.
"Ughh mmnoo…." Hermione grumbled tightening her grip on the veela. Fleur suppressed a giggle and wiggled out of Hermione's grasp. She gently touched the ground and looked over at Hermione's face, her lips were slightly parted with a small speck of drool gathering in the corner.
"I shall go get us dinner oui?" Fleur said not really expecting a reply. She stepped closer to the girl and pushed a stray strand away from her eyes. Hermione's eyes fluttered open, she let out a small yawn before staring up at Fleur's entrancing eyes.
"Have a nice sleep?" Fleur asked smiling down at the young witch.
"I did actually, umm are you ok now?" Hermione replied looking over at the fireplace that was still merrily burning away.
"Yes thanks to you," Fleur whispered, she giggled as a small blush crept onto the younger witch's face.
"Anytime," Hermione said before sitting up and stretching her arms.
"Come on, lets go down to the great hall I'm sure your hungry." Fleur said offering her arm, Hermione's eyebrow quirked as she accepted the gesture and walked out of the quarters.
"Shutup Hermione, its what girls do. It's nothing special, then why is she giving me those looks?" Hermione thought to herself, she quickly shook her head and looked back at Fleur who was still smiling to herself.
The two girls walked down to the great hall where the headmistress greeted them.
"Good evening Ms. Granger, Ms. Delacour. Care to accompany me while I eat?" Hermione nodded as she got ushered into a chair at last year's Gryffindor table. With a wave of a hand plate after plate of food appeared on the table.
"Thank you," Fleur and Hermione said in unison, their eyes met briefly before they started to eat.
"Do you like your new quarters Ms. Granger?" McGonagall asked taking a sip of her pumpkin juice.
"Oh they are wonderful Miss, may I ask who the head boy is?" Hermione said quirking an eyebrow at McGonagall.
"I believe you may know him, Blaise Zabini of Slytherin." McGonagall replied, Hermione gave a brief nod.
The rest of dinner went along smoothly with minimal conversation between the three. Fleur and Hermione bid McGonagall goodbye as they climbed back up to their quarters.
"I'm going to have a bath." Hermione said climbing through the portrait of Rowena.
"May I accompany you?" Fleur asked locking eyes with the young witch.
"Umm I suppose," Hermione muttered turning quickly and walking into their private bathroom. Her jaw dropped as she entered the massive bathroom. Her eyes glanced from the massive pool to the hot tub in the corner.
"Beautiful," Fleur murmured as she stared at the statue in the middle of the pool. Two naked women appeared to be entwined around a Hogwarts crest. Water flowing out of their mouths as they faced the ceiling their chins touching.
"This year is looking pretty good right now," Hermione whispered turning around and gaping as a naked Fleur slipped into the warm depths of the pool.
"Bring some shampoo in mes ami," Fleur said before diving into the water. Hermione quickly turned away hiding the immense blush that had swallowed any paleness what so ever on her face.
"Oh merlin, she expects me to strip too. Damn, what the hell am I supposed to do. I better do this and get it over with." Hermione thought before slipping out of her robes and placing them on the racks that were provided near the sink. She picked up some vanilla scented shampoo and soap before using the steps to get into the pool. Hermione moaned as the warm waters swallowed her body and relieved any tension in her muscles.
"Here," Hermione muttered stepping towards Fleur.
"Thank you." Fleur said turning around and taking the shampoo before giving Hermione a smile and walking over to the side of the pool and putting the shampoo down.
"Hmm I thought you were quite the modest one. And yet you followed me in anyway," Fleur said her back facing Hermione as she bit her lip with a wicked grin on her face.
"Umm well, I don't know… I just thought that if we were going to be living so closely then it wouldn't matter." Hermione said now walking back out of the pool. Hermione froze as she felt a hand on her shoulder.
"You're right, I was only teasing you. I'm sorry," Fleur said giving her shoulder a small squeeze.
"Don't worry about it," Hermione said shrugging off Fleur's hand.
"Oh come on ma chere, don't be like that." Fleur purred into her ear. Hermione shivered as Fleur pressed up against her wrapping her arms around her waist. "Now I'm not going to let go until you tell me your not angry." Fleur's hot breath tingled down Hermione's neck and down her spine. A small smile crept onto her face and she held back a giggle.
"I'm not angry with you," Hermione whispered, Fleur let out a giggle and tightened her grip.
"Alright, but do you really want me to let go?" Fleur whispered, Hermione's heart started to pound louder and louder. She suddenly dropped into the water and out of Fleur's grasp. She swam over to the edge and pulled herself out of the pool before turning back at a now laughing Fleur.
"I'm going to bed," Hermione said stifling a yawn. Fleur just nodded and walked back to her shampoo and soap. Hermione grabbed a towel and walked out of the bathroom and back up to her dorms. Hermione finished getting dressed and slipped under the red and gold sheets of her bed. Hermione listened as footsteps came up the stairs and into the room. She listened as a trunk was opened and then closed. She quickly shut her eyes and feigned sleep. Hermione's ears pricked up as she heard footsteps draw nearer and then felt the mattress dip as Fleur crawled onto the bed.
"Goodnight dear Hermione," Fleur whispered before crawling under the sheets and wrapping an arm around her waist.
"Goodnight Fleur," Hermione replied rolling over and curling up with the girl. Fleur smiled and nuzzled into Hermione's silky hair.
"Sometimes, it is nice to have someone isn't it." Fleur murmured into Hermione's neck.
"Sometimes Fleur, sometimes." Hermione replied taking in the vanilla scent that filled her head. She took a deep breath before drifting off to sleep.
The next two weeks passed faster than either of them could imagine. Hermione showed Fleur around the school and told her about all the stories and adventures. All the happy and sad times, and in return Fleur shared the history of her old school and France.
The days melted away with study and leisure. Even McGonnagall let Fleur escort Hermione down to Hogsmead.
But something was troubling Hermione and she couldn't figure out what it was. Something was going on, something was different in Hogwarts. McGonnagall kept going on and on about this year being a 'big year' and that there would be 'big suprises'. But what did that mean, what did all of it mean.
Hermione let out a yawn, she had been studying for the past four hours on Ancient Runes.
"Come on Hermione, lets go do something everyone is coming back tomorrow." Fleur said standing up from the lounge and stretching her legs.
"Yeah I think I deserve a small break." Hermione agreed standing up and walking over towards Fleur. Fleur smiled and tilted her head to the side letting stray locks slip down her face. Hermione reached out and brushed them back behind her ear and offered Fleur her arm. "Come on I'm starving," Fleur took her arm and they climbed out of the portrait.
"Bye girls," Rowena called waving at the two. Fleur turned her head and swore that Rowena winked at them.
"Ah I think that portrait is thinking naughty things again." Fleur said, Hermione smiled and shook her head.
"So I wonder what is going to happen when everyone comes back." Hermione started before stopping as Fleur stopped walking.
"Hermione, when everyone comes back. You are going to go off with you friends, who will I talk to. I don't know anyone else at this school besides you." Fleur looked down at the ground and let out a sigh. Hermione stepped forward and wrapped her arms around the now blank faced veela.
"Why would I go off with my friends, my friends that didn't even write me a letter after I left the Burrow. My friends that don't even understand me, my friends Fleur. My friends aren't going to ruin our friendship." Hermione said, she felt arms wrap around her as she buried her head in Fleur's flowing hair.
"I do not deserve you mon ami, you are too kind." Fleur whispered letting out a sigh. Hermione pulled back and let out a giggle.
"I could say the same thing you know, now come on. I'm sure McGonnagall is waiting for us down at breakfast." Hermione said before linking arms with Fleur and walking down to the hall.
"I have been waiting for you two, where have you been." McGonnagall said with her usual blank face.
"Ah Hermione she was doing some homework." Fleur said sending the headmistress a smile that would normally get her anything in the world.
"Well let's get down to business, tomorrow all the students are arriving back. And tonight all the professors are, we need as much help with the organization as possible. Especially after what happened last year," McGonnagall said turning away with a now small frown on her face.
"We will do whatever we can to help won't we Ms Delacour." Hermione said looking at Fleur, Fleur looked up at Hermione and hid her large grin at the mention of her last name.
"Why of course Ms. Granger," Fleur purred putting an emphasis on Granger. Hermione's lips began to twitch as she suppressed a fit of giggles.
The three ate in silence, McGonnagall sent them to each of the paintings that held the houses common rooms and spoke to the portraits. Hermione had to pull Fleur away from the fat lady as they tried to hit higher notes than each other.
"I didn't know you could sing Fleur," Hermione said as she yanked her away from the now shrieking portrait.
"There is a lot of things you don't know about me," Fleur said giving Hermione a wink. Both the girls started to giggle as they walked back down to the Head Girl's quarters.
"So what are you going to teach in DADA?" Hermione asked as they approached Rowena.
"Hmm, well a bit of this and a bit of that. I think it would be good to teach you about the history of the dark arts firstly." Fleur uttered before smiling at Rowena.
"Infinity," Hermione and Fleur said at the same time. Rowena swung open before she could pass a sly comment or give them a wink.
"Honestly, that picture has a nerve to think that we were actually, well you know." Hermione said rolling her eyes and sitting on the lounge.
"I think it is quite cute rather, I bet we are the gossip of all the portraits." Fleur said sending Hermione a wink and sitting next to her.
"Oh well I think they should mind there own business and not start silly rumors." Hermione blinked as she thought she saw a frown on Fleur's face. She dismissed these silly thoughts and picked up her book.
"Ooh what are you reading?" Fleur asked her face lighting up like a child looking at a new toy.
"The Raven, by Edgar Allen Poe." Hermione replied giggling at Fleur's facial expression.
"Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
" 'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door;
Only this, and nothing more."
Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow, sorrow for the lost Lenore,.
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore,
Nameless here forevermore.
And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me---filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
" 'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door,
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door.
This it is, and nothing more."
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is, I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you." Here I opened wide the door;---
Darkness there, and nothing more.
Deep into the darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word,
Lenore, This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word,
"Lenore!" Merely this, and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping, something louder than before,
"Surely," said I, "surely, that is something at my window lattice.
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore.
Let my heart be still a moment, and this mystery explore.
" 'Tis the wind, and nothing more."
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven, of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door.
Perched upon a bust of Pallas, just above my chamber door,
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly, grim, and ancient raven, wandering from the nightly shore.
Tell me what the lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore."
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."
Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning, little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door,
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as "Nevermore."
But the raven, sitting lonely on that placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered; not a feather then he fluttered;
Till I scarcely more than muttered, "Other friends have flown before;
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said, "Nevermore."
Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master, whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster, till his songs one burden bore,---
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
Of "Never---nevermore."
But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore --
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking "Nevermore."
Thus I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl, whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er
She shall press, ah, nevermore!
Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee -- by these angels he hath
Sent thee respite---respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, O quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!"
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore!"
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!--prophet still, if bird or devil!
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate, yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted--
On this home by horror haunted--tell me truly, I implore:
Is there--is there balm in Gilead?--tell me--tell me I implore!"
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil--prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that heaven that bends above us--by that God we both adore--
Tell this soul with sorrow laden, if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden, whom the angels name Lenore---
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels name Lenore?
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."
"Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting--
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! -- quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."
And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming.
And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted---nevermore!" Hermione finished reciting it and looked at Fleur expecting her to be looking down or not paying attention at all. Fleur was staring intently at Hermione with a the biggest grin she had ever seen.
"That was beautiful," Fleur whispered her eyes unusually wide.
"It truly is, now come on we have to greet the teachers. Are you ready?" Hermione asked sitting up and placing the book down.
"Ready as I'll ever be," Fleur whispered batting her eyelashes, Hermione giggled and rolled her eyes before taking her arm and walking downstairs.
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Yeah so I put The Raven in. Seriously, that is a really good poem.
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