Ch. 2 of
Hard to remember, Impossible to forget
Ok, so I got an absolutely OVERWHELMING response to my first chapter! This chapter, I do believe will be much, much longer :-D The first chapter was basically in intro, and just to get where I wanted to go with it on the computer and up.
Disclaimer: Again, I own nothing, no profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Warning : Femmeslash, if you do not like, do not read. Major Character death! (don't worry not Fleur) Also, language can be a bit extreme, I May up the rating because the language could get strong. Sorry for my bad French accent spelling and the spelling on spells (lol) but I am really tired and I left my books at my father's house about an hour away from here so yes.. I'm winging it :-D
Enjoy
Ok, here we go
Ch. 2
After Harry had recovered, my life with Fleur really began. That first kiss was an opening, if you please, to what was to become an amazing relationship. You always read about these romantic stories in books and magazines, but you would never expect it to happen to you. When she had made that potion for Harry to stop his bleeding, Fleur looked into my eyes for what seemed like an eternity. Her deep, cobalt blue eyes bore into my soul. I saw ever dash of baby blue and every sparkle the lighting cast in her eyes. They were alive, full of power. Her eyes, were absolutely bloody stunning. And they were not the oval shape I had always thought they were. There were more of a square. The shape of her eyes carried more character than I was afraid I had in myself.
That night, I remember her deep breathing. I cannot recall quite the rhythm. It was different than mine. It was deep, steady, but at an odd pace. Mine was always shallow and on edge. Even with Voldemort gone, the threat of all of his followers was far from over. And I was now housing their number one enemy in the bedroom adjacent to ours.
Every night I double checked all of the locks, windows, and rooms to make sure no one could get in. Even with that, I never felt safe, and neither did Harry. Fleur, on the other hand, held this inner peace. I was often jealous at how calm she could be even in times of great turmoil. But then other times, I felt angry that Harry could not hold that inner peace for himself. I heard him screaming almost every night reliving the horrors of the war. He had lost too many friends, and waking him had turned into a dangerous affair.
The first, and last time I had attempted to wake him, he shot a cruciatus (sp?) curse at me. I dodged it, luckily, but Harry looked around and acted like no one had come into the room. I was shocked that his innocence was so lost.
After checking all of the locks, I would make my way to my and Fleur's bedroom. Usually, she would be in the bathroom, preserving her natural beauty and I would work my way into the covers. It was my favorite part of going to bed. Lying down was so relieving. All of the day's stresses just fell off of my shoulders and left me alone only to jump back on in the morning. One particular night, was a day that I will never forget. It was the night where Fleur told me, she loved me.
Flashback
I'm walked into my room and saw that Fleur was surprisingly already in bed, reading her French magazine. I smiled at her as I slid in next to her and kissed her on the cheek. She looked at me with a lust and passion I had yet to see from her. Something was on her mind, but strangely, I couldn't figure out what. " 'ermione, I need to tell you something."
"What is it?" I asked nervously. I didn't want this relationship die. My feelings for Fleur were growing incredibly fast and I had never thought I would love someone that I had once hated. " 'ermione you know 'ze war is not yet won, but I want you to know, Je t'adore."
"Fleur…I love you too. Let's fight this war together. I promise I will never leave your side, no matter what." I locked eyes with her as we kissed more passionately that I thought possible. " 'ermione, I will always be there with you. Never forget that please."
"I won't" We kissed again. Her kiss as deep and full of love that I knew wasn't going to stop End Flashback
I remember that kiss so vividly. At that moment, I felt the calm Fleur held within her at all time. I felt that calm because at that moment, there was no war, there was no criticism from others, Harry was safe and no longer scared, and Ron, Ginny, Luna, and Neville, were back.
Ron and Luna had died in the war. They had been married for a year when Voldemort learned the location of their home. He killed them both along with their new born child, Molly. Neville had disappeared with Ginny. We never knew why they left but we knew they were still alive. The clock in the Weasley's home was now in my apartment. The hand for Ginny, Fred, George, Bill, and Charlie all pointed towards traveling. The rest…pointed to dead. We kept that clock in the back closet because it brought too much pain to look at it. The war had taken its toll, but those who survived stayed strong for the memory of those who had passed to a more peaceful place.
Even with that in mind, Harry almost lost it when Ron was murdered. Thought Harry was not gay, he loved Ron with all of his heart. When Ron was killed, part of Harry was killed with him. That's when Harry became even more determined to exterminate Voldemort. I couldn't say I was as determined, because I was more scared then than I had ever been before.
Next Day
One morning I woke to Harry's screaming. He was throwing things around the living room and I had no idea why. "Harry! What's wrong!"
"I'TS VOLDEMORT, THAT SON OF A BITCH TRICKED ME. I DIDN'T DESTROY ALL THE DAMN HORCRUXES AND NOW HE'S FUCKING BACK. I'M DONE WITH THE GODDAMN WAR!"
"Harry, shh it's ok."
"No it's not! I failed! I failed you, Fleur, Ginny, Neville, Luna…Ron."
"Harry you didn't fail anyone. If anything your upholding their legacy. You're fighting for them, not yourself."
"That's why I failed, I didn't win 'Mione, I didn't win"
"Harry, the world could blow up and Ron would still call you the winner. Then you would get into an argument over why you got to save the world before he did. Ron will love you like he always does."
" 'Arry," Fleur started in, "You 'ave made more of a difference than anyone could. For that we will always be grateful. Do not, 'ow you say… beat yourself up ovare (over) eet."
"I still feel so…incomplete. The only thing I have ever had to do with my life, I didn't finish."
"Harry, shut the hell up," a surprise voice started, " You 'aint dead yet." I looked up and couldn't believe my eyes. It was Ginny and Neville.
"So…"Neville started, " 'Mione when did you start batting for the other team?"