Disclaimer: sadly I do not own Harry Potter so, I write this fanfic who's plot I do own.
Chapter Three:
Fittings
"Can I 'elp wiz anyzing?" Fleur asked Arthur Weasley.
"No Fleur, but you can go see what Molly needs," Mr. Weasley offered.
"Okay, au revoir!" Fleur said as she walked into the living room, "'Alo, what did you need?"
"I need you to go get your dress on, and to get Hermione down here so I can make altercations on both of your dresses," Mrs. Weasley said as she took out her sewing kit. It still amazed everyone in the Burrow at the fact that she refused to do sewing with magic, even though she would knit sweaters with charms galore!
"Okay, I'll be right down," Fleur said, walking up the stairs. She reached Ginny's door and knocked, "'Ermione! Molly, needz you down stairz!"
"Okay, Fleur!" Hermione said feigning her sweetness. She turned to Ginny and rolled her eyes.
"Oh, how can you not love Phlegm!" Ginny said sarcastically as she threw a pillow at Hermione.
"I 'ave no idea!" Hermione said as she imitated Fleur perfectly.
"Teach me how to do that!" Ginny said seriously.
"I will…later," Hermione said as she pranced out of the room, still imitating the very annoying Fleur.
"Hello, Hermione!" Mrs. Weasley said.
"Hello, Mrs. Weasley!" Hermione said.
"I need you to put this on," Mrs. Weasley said as she handed her the beautiful dress.
"Alright," Hermione said when she took the dress.
Trying on the dress was an easy process, considering the fact that the dress was two sizes too big! Hermione was holding the dress up as she walked into the room.
"Oh dear! Come here…I won't have time to fix these by muggle way alone, I'll have to use magic," Mrs. Weasley said much to Hermione supprise.
"Where's Fleur?" Hermione asked.
"I don't know…FLEUR!"
"I'll bee right down!" she yelled from up stairs.
"I swear Bill must be drugged to want to marry such a…" she started.
"In the famous words of Ginny Weasley, to marry 'such a cow'," Hermione whispered. Mrs. Weasley gave her a look, but laughed nonetheless.
"Misura!" Mrs. Weasley said, and then the dress sewed itself to fit Hermione perfectly.
"Thank you!" Hermione said putting her arms down.
"FLEUR GABRIELLA DELACOUR!" Mrs. Weasley called, as if she were one of her children.
"Coming! Coming!" Fleur said as she glided down the stairs.
"Thank you!" Mrs. Weasley said with a sigh.
"'Ermione! You look stupéfier!" Fleur said.
"And stupéfier would mean?" Hermione said.
"Amazing!" Fleur said.
"Thank you, you look amazing too."
After minutes of altering…
"So 'Ermione, you and Ron? Eez anyzing going to 'appen?"
"Fleur! Will YOU STOP WITH THE TWO OF THEM! THE REST OF US HAVE COME TO REALIZE THAT IT'S NOT GOING TO HAPPEN SO GET A PAIR OF EYES AND LOOK! Jeeze!" Mrs. Weasley snapped. Hermione had a feeling that this was going to get very uncomfortable.
"MOLLY! I CAN SEE LOVE WHEN EET EEZ A MILE A WAY! SO MAYBE YOU NEED TO GROW A PAIR OF EYEZ AND NOT ME!" Fleur said as she shook herself from Mrs. Weasley's hold on her dress. "OH AND A NOZER ZING! NOT EVERYONE 'AS COME TO REALIZE ZAT 'NOZING EEZ GOING TO 'APPEN' EEN ZIS 'OUSE'OLD!"
Mrs. Weasley looked dumbfounded. Hermione had never seen Fleur like this before, and she had to admit, though the subject wasn't that great to present this new attitude, she liked it.
"I'm sorry, Hermione," Mrs. Weasley said.
"Mrs. Weasley, I'm going to be honest with you…" Hermione said, before she braced herself on what would probably be her very last summer at the Burrow. She was somewhat hoping that she might die along the way, as they searched for horicuxes, because if they didn't kill her, Molly Weasley would. "You seriously pissed me off just now, and normally, I let stuff go, or don't voice my opinion in arguments. However, this time, I have to say something. I love your son, and I am really upset at the fact that you think everyone here has given up, because, between The Twins offering their room to be used for snogging, and Charlie's suggestive eyebrows, I would have to say that YOU are the one who has given up, and to be honest with you, you never even tried!" (A/N: I know ooc! Big deal! I couldn't resist!)
Hermione picked up her dress and walked outside where Fleur was.
"I cannot believe I am going to say this, but I am sorry of everything I have ever called you in the past," Hermione said as she reached Fleur in the garden.
"I got used too being called phlegm, but zank you anywayz. But, what eez wiz you and Ron?" Fleur said quietly.
"I honestly don't know, I think we like our cat and mouse game. Although it is getting old. I love him, I know that much," Hermione said.
"I thought so," Fleur said as she stared out into the sunset.
"That obvious, huh?" Hermione laughed nervously.
"Well yeah, 'owever, I'm French, I 'ould 'ave been able to tell eeven if you weren't obvious!" Fleur laughed as she turned to Hermione, "Did you tell 'im zat you love 'im?"
"No!" Hermione said as if it was the worst thing to do.
"Why not!" Fleur asked.
"Because, because…because he's Ron!" Hermione said.
"Oh just tell 'im!" Fleur said.
"Easy for you to say! Your part Veela!" Hermione said.
"Oh zeriouzly! 'Ermione tell ze boy you love 'im, 'e loves you too, I know it!"
"Fleur, no!" Hermione said as she seen Fleur start to walk up to the Burrow.
"What, afraid of what 'e might zay?" Fleur called back from the door.
When Hermione reached the Burrow, Fleur was no where in sight. Then someone jumped out, grabbed her arm, and pulled her upstairs. (A/N: Three guesses who!)
"Ronald!" Fleur said as she used one hand to knock his door and the other to keep Hermione from dashing away.
"Who is it?" He called out from behind the door.
"Fleur and Hermione!" Fleur spoke.
"Come in!" He said as he brushed his hair with his fingers.
"I can't," Fleur said.
"Oh alright!" Ron said, slightly grumpily.
"Zank you!" Fleur said when he let them in. Hermione gave both Fleur and Ron a death glare as she was pulled into the room.
"Why are you dragging her up to my room?" Ron asked curiously.
"Because, 'Ermione 'as somezing to tell you!" Fleur said as she quickly released Hermione, ran out of the door and locked the two of them in used wandless magic.
"What the bloody hell is this about!" Ron asked.
"Well! One I am hiding from your mother and two Fleur pulled me in here," Hermione stalled.
"Okay, why are you hiding from my mother?"
"Because I sort of…er…well…I…um…" Hermione said digging her foot into the floor.
"Out with it!" Ron said grumpily.
"ITOLDHEROFF! Okay! I told her off!" Hermione freaked.
"What did she do to you?" Ron asked wide-eyed.
"It's complicated," she said avoiding his eyes.
"Oh…so what did you want to tell me?" Ron asked.
Hermione took a deep breath…god that horicux trip was looking good, she thought. "I was pulled up here to tell you exactly how I feel about you."
"And, how do you feel about me?" Ron asked. Hermione thought that she could hear some eager and hopefulness in his voice.
"I love you," she mumbled.
"What?" Ron said, because he couldn't hear her.
"I. Love. You," Hermione said.
"Oh," Ron said. All of Hermione's ideas of the future plummeted right then and there. But being Captain Obvious, she had to ask one question.
"How do you feel about me?"
And I end the chapter with a cliffy! Lol. Review please…they don't bite! I promise!