Horizons
After class, the girls had gone back to their respective rooms to freshen up before dinner. Hermione checked herself in the mirror as she brushed her unruly hair.
She thought of how much has changed in her life with the presence of Fleur. She spends so much time with the blonde and absolutely loves it. It was the first time in her life where she had a friend she could speak about her interests with. Not that Harry and Ron were not her friends, they were just not the ones she could talk about her love of books, magic or education with. Nearly none of her friends shared the same interests as her. Ginny and Neville did listen to some of it but with Fleur, it was different, Fleur listened to everything like she had vested interest in what Hermione had to say. She felt like she had finally found someone who understood her, a friend who understood her to a much deeper level than her other friends. A smile unconsciously blossomed onto her face. Her musing was interrupted by Ginny.
"Hey, are you coming for dinner? We are kinda late." Asked the redhead.
"Yes, let's go," Hermione replied, depositing her brush on her dresser before following the girl out of the room.
They chit-chatted on their way to the Great Hall. As they approached the door, Hermione was surprised to find Fleur standing there.
"Fleur! Dinner has started already, what are you doing here?" Hermione exclaimed. Ginny said hello to the blonde before going to find her seat, too hungry to wait.
"I was waiting for you," smiled Fleur.
Hermione was confused, "For me? Why?"
"I was wondering if you would do me ze pleasure of dining with me at ze Ravenclaw table tonight?"
"Oh Fleur! Of course!" Hermione answered, quite pleased about the invitation.
"Shall we zhen?" The blonde extended her hand to Hermione who took it without hesitance.
As they walked into the Hall, hand in hand, a lot of people's heads turned. Neither Fleur nor Hermione noticed. To Fleur, there was nothing more important than the feeling of Hermione's hand in her own. For Hermione, she was trying to understand the tingly feeling that was creeping up her arm from the hand that Fleur was holding.
They approached the Ravenclaw table and Fleur saw the grins that her family and flock were sporting. She gave them a "don't you dare" glare as she helped Hermione get seated.
"Thank you, Fleur," Hermione said as the blonde slipped next to her.
"Au contraire, I thank you for accepting my invitation, 'Ermione," Fleur replied, getting lost into the bright brown eyes in front of her.
"Uh hmm hmm," Quinn cleared her throat, grinning widely as she broke the spell under which Fleur had fallen. "Hermione, nice to see you again," she said with the rest of the table echoing the sentiment.
"Nice to see you all as well." Hermione greeted the girls with a smile.
"You have only been introduced to some of us. Let me get you introduced to the rest of our Beauxbatons group. The Veelas are," Alexia pointed out, "Amelie, Christine, Rosalie, Celine, Annabelle, Angelique, Danny, Laura and Lola. The rest are Bea, Sabrina, Ophelie, Marianne, Odette, Ines, Adele, Lola's mate LaFontaine and Laura's mate, Carmilla.
"Hello, everyone, nice to meet you." Hermione said nervously. That was a long list of names for her to remember.
Understanding her expression, they all laughed. "Don't worry, we don't expect you to remember all their names so soon." Rachel tried to put the Gryffindor at ease.
It was more the light squeeze that Fleur gave to her hand under the table that put Hermione to ease and she laughed along with them, promising them that she'll try her best to memorise all their names.
Dinner was going great. Everyone at the table spoke to her, trying to get to know her better and included her in the conversation. They chatted about various topics, especially their schools, from Hermione telling them about the secret passages in Hogwarts to them describing the Beauxbatons palace to her. While most of them could speak English, some struggled with it but Hermione still managed to understand. She was also surprised to hear how diverse the French school was. Already she knew that Quinn, Rachel, Santana and Brittany came from America but it would seem that Laura, Carmilla, Lola, LaFointaine and Danny all came from Austria while a few others came from Norway and Poland. She was enjoying herself and she didn't think she would have been so relaxed with all these strangers-turning-into-friends if Fleur hadn't been beside her. She turned to the blonde in question and smiled.
Fleur returned the smile, "Enjoying zhis dinner?"
"Absolutely! Thank you," The Head Girl grinned before her face went thoughtful. She leaned closer to the pale ear in front of her and whispered, "Though, I have a question… I thought all Veelas were blonde…" She had noticed that Rosalie and Christine were brunettes while Lola and Danny were redheads.
Fleur laughed, attracting the attention of everyone, making Hermione's face heat up at the scrutiny. Something resonated in Hermione as she heard the beautiful laugh of the blonde. She felt a tingling sensation overcome her body and she didn't understand why.
It took a few minutes for Fleur to compose herself. Still chuckling, the blonde whispered back, "Ze majority of us are blonde here but if you were in our village, you would see we have all the different hair colours, skin colours, eyes colours."
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything by it"
"I know, ma Cherie," Fleur reassured the girl, "I understand why you thought zhat we were all blonde. If you brought all ze Veelas together, ze majority of us ARE indeed blonde. It iz said zhat ze majority of us are blonde because once, a long time ago, a large group of Veelas flew too close to the sun, their hair bleached but it iz considered a myth."
Soon dessert was served and everyone dug into the sweet treats. Fleur and Hermione continued their talk, not noticing two pairs of eyes from different tables in the Hall, watching their every move.
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After dinner, both girls went out for their usual walk to the lake.
"It's a beautiful night out, isn't it?" whispered Hermione as she stopped to gaze at the stars glittering above her.
Fleur looked at Hermione, illuminated by the moonlight, "indeed, it iz."
A light breeze blew, rustling the grass around them and Hermione shivered, wrapping her arms around herself, "a bit chilly though." She had her sweater on this time but it seemed it still wasn't enough.
"Come 'ere" Fleur took Hermione's hand, tugging closer.
The brunette followed the pull without hesitance and found herself wrapped in deceptively strong arms, back pressing into the blonde's chest and head resting against a strong shoulder as she was enveloped in warmth.
"Still cold?" whispered the blonde into the pale ear in front of her.
Hermione could do nothing but shake her head, words failing her. She could feel her heartbeat quicken as she relished the warmth of Fleur's body. The smell of jasmine and something uniquely Fleur assaulted her nostrils and made her slightly lightheaded. What amazed her even more, was the thudding under her ear… Fleur's heart was beating as fast as hers.
They were both silent for a while, soaking in the warmth of each other with Fleur feeling at peace with her mate in her arms while Hermione was lost in her thoughts, trying to decipher the reason for her racing heart.
A screech from above broke the quietness. They both looked up to see what looked like Artemis, flying towards them, a sack clutched in its talons. The bird glided down, allowing Fleur to snatch the bag before Artemis landed on a rock. Hermione felt surprisingly disappointed as Fleur released her in taking the sack.
"Hmm, it would seem my family sent me some goods. Let's sit and see what it iz," said Fleur, as she took Hermione's hand again and pulled her towards the rock Artemis was perched on. Plopping herself so that her back was resting against the cold rock, the blonde surprised Hermione by pulling her to sit in between her legs, "Zhis way, you won't be cold." She conjured some flames as well, for light and extra warmth.
Hermione's breath hitched as pale arms circled her midsection again, depositing the sack on her lap. She was intrigued to know what was in the sack but was more confused at the happiness that bubbled in her chest with Fleur so close again.
"Let's see… Books," The Gryffindor watched as Fleur took out some books, "a letter and a box of chocolate." The blonde opened the box and presented it to her, " 'Ere. 'Ave some."
Hermione looked at the delicately shaped chocolates and picked one, popping it into her mouth. Hmm, dark chocolate and mint…yum.
Fleur opened her letter and quickly read through it. It was her grandmother, telling her about some more books for her and Hermione. She decided to read the rest later. Picking up the books, she started reading their titles, " 'Lien du Veela Expliqué - Vol 2', 'Changement du Corps Velane à Maturité - Vol 2', 'Amour et Accouplement'," Fleur frowned as she listed out some of the titles, then she picked up some with English titles, "Introduction to Veela, Veela Mates, Learning French."
"Wow, that's quite a few books you've got there," intoned Hermione, quite interested in the ones with English titles, since they were the only ones she could understand, "what do the French titles mean?"
"Hmm, zhis one 'Lien du Veela Expliqué' means 'Veela Bond Explained', 'Changement du Corps Velane à Maturité' means 'Veela Body Changes at Maturity' and 'Amour et Accouplement' translates to 'Love and Mating'" Fleur translated to the Gryffindor.
"Aren't you supposed to already know all that?" asked Hermione, perplexed.
"Not really. The Veela way iz quite different. Zhese books can only be read by a Veela nearing maturity. I shall be turning eighteen soon, which iz ze maturity age for Veelas. It iz a complicated process and most of ze time, ze Clan 'elps ze maturing Veela through it but since I am 'ere instead of France, I will 'ave to go through most of it by myself or sometimes wiz ze 'elp of my flock in ze Beauxbatons Delegation."
"Oh!" Hermione was surprised, "Judging by the titles, you will undergo quite some changes, even physically. Aren't you scared of this happening with you so far away from your clan?" asked Hermione, concerned.
"It must be ze way it iz written in ze stars. Ze Veelas will consider my distance as a trial decided by destiny. Though, zhey will do their best to 'elp from afar, or get ze Veela 'ere to 'elp me. Do not worry about it."
"What about the other books with English titles? Feels like they are not for you, especially the 'Learning French' one. I expect you to be quite fluent at it already." Hermione teased, turning to look at the blonde.
Fleur smiled. "Indeed, zhey are for you, from my Grandmere." She watched as Hermione's eyes light up, "I told her how interested you are in us and our culture so she sent you some books. These are so much better than the ones you found in ze library."
"Oh Fleur! This is great!" exclaimed Hermione, turning back to pick up the books, caressing the spines of the tomes, "But what about the French ones about love and mating and such?"
"Ah, zhese are for me to consult in case I meet my mate. Everyone's experience iz a bit different and it iz all detailed on zhere." She lied.
Hermione felt a pinprick in her heart at the mention of Fleur's mate, "I noticed that the Veela with you all have female mates…"
"We also 'ave Veelas with male mates. Both are common within our midst, I cannot tell which one is more prevalent. Though, since Veela are only female, Veela to Veela pairing are strictly female. Those pairings will 'ave only female children. Boys are born from Veela who are mated with males and the children, while different from the average due to the creature blood, are still not Veela."
"Hmm…" Hermione took a few seconds to gather the courage to ask the questions that have been simmering in her mind for a while, "who…who do you think yours will be? What would they look like? Do you think about it? Will you like how they look?" She turned around, wanting to read Fleur's expressions as she answered her questions.
Hermione listened as Fleur's breath deepened while her heartbeat quickened, thudding against her hand that she had, resting against the blonde's chest. Fleur looked deep into the brown pools she loved so much, pondering on the questions, "I think it will be a she. Her looks won't matter to me though I know she will be ze most beautiful woman to me. I'll take one look into her eyes and I'll know that I 'ave found my 'ome." Hermione's breath hitched at the husky and reverent tone in Fleur's voice and how the blue eyes in front of her seem to glow bluer, "I'll love her without limit, without boundaries."
The moment was broken when Hermione's watch alarm beeped, announcing curfew.
"Ah.." Hermione was feeling disappointed that the moment had been broken, "it's time to get back to the castle."
"Hmm…" Fleur felt stumped, "Let's pack up zhen. We don't want you to be late." They packed up, Hermione carefully putting her new books in her bag and Fleur walked the Gryffindor to the Main Entrance Door.
"I guess, I'll see you tomorrow?" Hermione said, or more like asked.
"I'll see you in class."
"Thank you for the books Fleur," said Hermione, looking down, scuffing her shoes on the floor.
There was an awkward silence for a minute, not sure what they were both waiting for. Hermione suddenly lifted her head, hesitantly looking at the blonde before hugging her and quickly disappearing inside.
Fleur stayed rooted in front of the door for five minutes, relishing the warmth of Hermione's hug that still clung to her body before she managed to get her legs to work and walk herself back to the Beauxbatons carriage.
Having a bit of trouble falling asleep, she played Zelda till her eyes closed by themselves.
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"Fleur! Reveille toi!" [Fleur! Wake up!] squealed Gabrielle, jumping onto her slumbering sister.
"Oof! Gabrielle! Va t'en! J'essais de dormir!" [Oof! Gabrielle! Go away! I'm trying to sleep!] Fleur grumbled, burying her face into her pillow.
"Mais non ! J'ai été patiente ! Maintenant tu vas me raconter tous les détails. Est-ce que tu as fait des progrès avec Hermione?" [No! I've been patient. Now you are going to tell me all the details. Have you made any progress with Hermione?] Asked the thirteen-year-old excitedly, bouncing on the bed.
"D'accord," [Alright] acquiesced Fleur, rolling onto her back before smiling, "Elle m'a serrer dans ses bras hier" [She hugged me yesterday]
"C'est tout?" [That's it?] Gabrielle sighed and let herself fall over her sister's stomach "Faut faire mieux que sa."[You've got to do better than that]
"Tu n'en sais rien. Maintenant, viens. Il faut qu'on se prépare pour le petit déjeuner." [You know nothing. Now, come. We have to get ready for breakfast.] Fleur said, as she rolled Gabrielle from on top of her and got up from the bed, disappearing into the bathroom.
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"Ah, we finished classes for today so we have the rest of the day free. What do you want to do?" asked Hermione, packing her things into her bag.
" Let's go see Vahriin. Zhen we can go to ze lake, then go 'ave dinner"
"That sounds fine."
"Let's go zhen. Off to 'Agrid 'Ut!"
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They found the dragon very easily as it was sitting close to the forest beside the Half-Giant's hut. Hagrid didn't seem to be at home.
"Vahriin!" Fleur called out, quickening her steps until she reached the dragon. Vahriin growled happily in response as bowed its head down to allow the blonde to pet it.
Fleur patted it until she realised that Hermione was not beside her. She turned around, looking for the brunette."'Ermione, what are you doing over zhere?" She asked as she saw the brunette a distance away, "Come!"
"Uhm... I think I'm fine from here," the Gryffindor replied, eyeing the dragon hesitantly.
"Come on! Zhere iz nothing to fear! Vahriin knows you are my friend."
With a hesitant nod, Hermione started to approach the beast carefully. Fleur took Hermione's hand as soon as she was close enough and squeezed it for reassurance.
"Just pat her, she likes it," the blonde instructed, not letting go of her hand.
Hermione slowly lifted the free hand until she came into contact with the scaly head and was pleasantly surprised at how smooth and warm it was. Vahriin purred happily giving a boost of confidence to the Gryffindor. Soon, both girls were pampering the dragon, unafraid.
"She is beautiful!" gushed Hermione, drinking the sight of the dragon from this close. The gold highlights on the scales glittered in the sunlight.
Hearing the comment, Vahriin growled as it spread its wings, puffing her chest proudly.
Fleur laughed, "she says thank you and iz putting herself on display for you," she said, pointing at the wings.
Hermione was enjoying her time with Fleur and Vahriin until suddenly both Veela and dragon cocked their heads to one side in unison.
"What is it?" The Gryffindor asked.
"Shh," Fleur shushed her, reaching for her wand and pointing it at the forest, "Come out, whoever you are!"
The footsteps she was hearing, stopped. She waited with bated breath, until they started up again, walking in their direction till a figure emerged from the trees. It was Krum.
Hermione watched as Fleur's demeanour changed. The blonde lowered her wand only slightly and straightened herself up, her face impassive.
"Monsieur Krum, what are you doing in zhese parts?"
Krum walked closer, "I'm training," he said in a non-committal way.
Fleur slightly nodded, "Well, we shall leave you to it. Goodbye." She turned around slightly to Vahriin.
Hermione was perplexed at the exchange.
"You should be careful vith vat."
Fleur turned around again, "and what iz zhat I 'ave to be careful about?"
"Bringing Herm-own-ninny to ve beast."
Fleur cringed slightly at the way he said her beloved's name but answered calmly "Vahriin will never hurt 'Ermione"
"That's vhat you think!" He intoned forcefully, stepping closer.
Fleur put herself between the boy and Hermione, "It iz not what I think, it iz what I know."
"You know nothing. You do not have vhis beast under control. I cannot believe vhey allowed you to keep it."
"Iz zhis what zhis iz about? I seem to remember zhat Bulgarians believe zhat dragons are to be hunted."
"Not hunted. Dragons are to be conquered and it is pathetic that it has fallen into your wiles, a beast yourself. Bringing Herm-own-ninny close to an unchained beast is dangerous. Step away, Herm-own-ninny."
Hermione was shocked at the directive, "I trust Fleur's judgement and I believe that Vahriin will bring me no harm."
"As you see, we 'ave taken your concerns into consideration and made our decision. Now if you would please leave." Fleur answered, her face still showing no emotions but Hermione was sure she felt anger in her tone of voice.
Krum's face darkened, not believing how Hermione would trust a creature like her. Huffing, he turned around and stormed away, disappearing in the dark foliage of the forest.
"What in Merlin's beard, was that?" asked Hermione, flummoxed.
"Looks like a jealous boy to me. I do not wish to stay 'ere any longer, 'Ermione. Let's go to ze lake." Fleur replied, bidding Vahriin goodbye, "Stay alert on zhis man, Vahriin," before walking away.
"Jealous? Of what?"Hermione quickly patted a quick goodbye to Vahrin before she hastened to follow Fleur.
"Didn't you 'ear 'im? Dragons are to be conquered in Bulgaria, beasts in general. He iz just jealous of my dragon and not accepting of my heritage. He iz probably angry zhat he didn't think of conquering his dragon. Anyway, zhose dragons are free so he would 'ave never been able to conquer one. Ze ministry only brought zhem 'ere for ze tournament and zhen zhey were released. I only got to keep Vahriin 'ere because we 'ave a soul-bond."
"I find it quite distasteful that Bulgarian culture deems that dragons are to be conquered," Hermione replied, frowning.
"It doesn't surprise me. Few people 'ave respect for creatures, magical or not."
As they situated themselves back on their favourite log, with the trees around them sheltering them for any other student that could be in the vicinity, Fleur relaxed a little bit. The appearance of Krum had made her quite tense.
Noticing the slight tension still coiled in the blonde's body, Hermione decided to change the subject, "So, you mentioned yesterday night that you will be turning eighteen soon. When is that?"
"Ze first of Decembre." Fleur said nonchalantly.
"In three days! Why didn't you tell me earlier!? It's going to be so hard to get you a gift on such short notice," complained Hermione, already trying to come up with something.
"Don't worry about it. A gift iz not necessary. Your company will suffice," Fleur grinned at the pout on the brunette's face.
"Not fair, Fleur. It's going to be your birthday. Your eighteen one on top of that, with your Veela maturity and all. It's a big deal. Deserves a good present," The Gryffindor whined.
Fleur laughed, the brunette was too cute, "seriously 'Ermione, it iz not necessary."
"Still, I wanted to give you a present," the girl huffed, crossing her hands over her chest, " By the way, isn't that too much of a short notice for you to read the books?" Hermione asked.
"Not all ze changes are immediate. Some are but I already know about zhose. Other ones take time and are different from individual to individual so I will 'ave time to prepare."
"Good. So what are you planning to do on your birthday?"
"Well, ze girls will want to celebrate which I am sure we will do after ze classes. Wiz zhat, we won't be 'aving dinner at ze Great 'All but instead in our carriage."
"Oh" Hermione was disappointed. I guess, at least, I'll get to spend time with her during classes.
"Uhum, and since I asked for your company, we shall maybe go to your dorm for you to get changed and zhen we will go to ze carriage for ze celebrations."
"I'm invited?" asked Hermione, trying to hold her excitement. She had never been in the carriage before.
"Of course, what a silly question!"
"Thank you, Fleur." Smiling, Hermione gave Fleur another hug.
It soon approached dinner time. Both girls hurried back to the castle to avoid being late again. Hermione, this time, invited Fleur to sit with her at the Gryffindor table, not ready to part from the blonde yet.
"Hey Fleur, how are you? Have you got any clue about what to do with the egg?" asked Harry as he slid into his seat.
"'Ello 'Arry. I 'aven't looked into ze matter yet. We still 'ave time."
Both Fleur and Hermione were surprised to see Ron slide in a seat beside Harry. "Hello Fleur."
Fleur only acknowledged him with a nod while Hermione frowned, "Well, hello to you too, Ron. Weren't you avoiding Harry like the plague?"
"I realised that someone was really trying to do Harry in. We're over it now," replied Ron, having a problem taking his eyes off Fleur.
"Brilliant," muttered Hermione, happy that the boys had resolved their problems but not ready to deal with Ron just yet.
Ron shook his head to clear his mind, it was the damn thrall of the blonde that was affecting him so much. He had been talking about the Veela to a few of the boys in his dorm and they had been talking about the effect of their thrall on them. While the blonde was a bombshell and he would love to shag her, she wasn't going to stay for long, only for this year for the Tournament then she'd go back to France. Earlier he had realised that he wanted Hermione more. He had to win her back but nowadays she always seems to be in the company of the blonde champion which didn't help his case every time he tried to talk to the brunette since the thrall would make him go stupid and paint him into a negative light to Hermione.
He had to find a way to talk to the brunette without the blonde around. What was with that anyway? Hermione prefers to spend her time in the library and not with any of the girls since she said they only talk about boys and make-up so why was she hanging out with the blonde? Boys and make-up are probably the only things in the blonde's life, isn't it? And most definitely fucking He thought lewdly. Or maybe the blonde was using Hermione to get close to Harry and weed out the competition. That must be it. He suddenly felt that it was his duty as Harry's best friend and Hermione's would-be-boyfriend to keep an eye on the blonde. It was most definitely her stupid thrall that made him look bad and made Hermione reject him. Hermione must have gotten tired of seeing him drooling at the blonde at the time. If so, Hermione would come back to her senses if he could get the blonde away from them. Yeah, he would make everything right again.
The coming weekend was a Hogsmeade weekend. If he invited Hermione, he was sure she would say no. She has been refusing him quite a lot these days. The thought made him frown. How to get her to agree?
Suddenly, he came up with an idea, "Hey Hermione, it's been a while since we went out as the trio. The three of us. I was being a prat for being angry at Harry when he didn't put his name in. So let's go to Hogsmeade together this weekend, what do you say?"
Hermione was surprised at the friendly invitation. She turned to look at Harry, finding him quite excited at the prospect of having all his friends with him again. "Uhm..."
"Oh, come on, Hermione. Like old times." Ron pushed.
"Uhm," Hermione hesitated but maybe it was a chance to make everything go back to normal again so she agreed, "Alright…"
Harry suddenly realised that they had not given any consideration to Fleur, who was silently having her dinner, "We can take Fleur along." He said, trying to be considerate.
"Oh yes," smiled Hermione, happy that Fleur would come with them.
Ron frowned, his plan wasn't going well. Why did Harry have to invite the blonde? "Uh, I think we should go as our trio. No offence, Fleur." He said quickly as he noticed Harry and Hermione's frowns, "it's just that I've been a prat to them and I need to make it right again. Bring our trio back together, if you get what I mean."
Fleur stared at the redhead. She didn't like the boy but she knew how much his friendship meant to Hermione so she nodded but she wasn't going to give up Hermione totally, "Hogsmeade weekend iz a two-days thing. What about I go with Hermione and my friends on Saturday and your trio gets Sunday?"
Before Ron could object, Hermione intoned, "that works." Harry nodded at the plan, "Great then, it's settled."
Ron dug back into his dinner, not happy that he got only one day with Hermione instead of two but he'll take it. It looked like he had a long road ahead of him to get Hermione back. The blonde's influence on the brunette was quite deep.
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Her alarm didn't even get to finish its first ring, Hermione was already shooting out of bed. It was Fleur's birthday! She sprinted to the bathroom to get ready.
Thirty minutes later, she was dressed up and ready to go. She had work to do, stuff to prepare as a present for the blonde on such a short notice. Quickly checking herself in the mirror for one last time, she descended to the Great Hall.
As soon as she entered the Great Hall, Hermione scanned the Ravenclaw table, easily spotting the birthday girl.
"Happy Birthday, Fleur!" she exclaimed, hugging the blonde from behind before slipping in the seat next to her.
"'Ermione! Merci!" Fleur beamed, excited to be spending her birthday with her mate.
"Good morning, everyone." Hermione greeted her other table-mates as she served herself some breakfast.
A chorus of good morning erupted from the surrounding Beauxbatons.
"So Hermione, are you coming to Fleur's birthday party tonight?" asked Quinn.
"I am, I'll go change after classes before meeting you all at the carriage," replied Hermione, excited.
"Fleur! Happy Birthday!" Hermione heard behind her before Fleur was enveloped by an excited Luna Lovegood.
"Luna! Merci. Come 'ave breakfast wiz us" said Fleur, shuffling a bit so Luna could slide on her other side.
"You must be so excited for your presents! But be careful, the Nargles are quite mischievous to people on their birthdays and they love presents. There are quite a lot of them at this time of the year due to the mistletoe. They are always stealing my papers and shoes."
"Nargles?" asked Fleur, confused. Hermione was about to explain all the weird things that Luna sees but the blonde Ravenclaw interrupted.
"Yes, you know, the little furry balls with wings that stay in the mistletoe? Mischievous and love to play pranks on people?" Luna explained.
"Oh! Is that what you call them?" squealed Brittany, "We call them Poufpouf back in France! They are so cute! I didn't know about them until I moved to France. You cannot find them in America."
Hermione's eyes widened and she stared at Brittany as if she was an alien.
"Ah," Luna sighed dreamily, "that's such a cute name for them! It would also be interesting to see all the different types of creatures they have in America."
"Oh, you would love the rubduckies, they are the cutest things ever. You pretty much always find them when you are taking a bath! They love water," exclaimed Brittany.
"I've heard of those. Sadly, there are none here in Britain which is a shame." Luna lamented.
"Yes," Brittany sniffed, causing Santana's eyes to widen and she pulled the blonde into her arms, "I miss them in my baths. It was fun times."
Hermione was more confused than ever. She thought it was only Luna that saw those weird things but now Brittany too?
"It's ok, baby. You'll see them again when we go back on holidays." Santana tried to comfort her.
"Anyway, be careful, especially since your carriage is close to the forest. There are more nargles over there." Luna cautioned Fleur again.
"Don't worry, Luna. I know how to deal with them" Fleur winked before checking on Hermione, "'Ermione, you 'aven't touched your breakfast yet. Be quick or we'll be late for classes."
Hermione had questions but she decided to let it go and eat her breakfast. She couldn't be late for classes.
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