Day 6: Soulmates

Fruit of Love

Hermione bit her lower lip as she carefully turned the page of her book. The pictures were so vibrant and fascinating but the words even more. She was still trying to get them right. A shuffle of feet took her attention away from the pages and she watched a blonde blur run in front of her bench to disappear in a bush. Eyebrows furrowing, she went back to her book only to be distracted again when she heard more shuffling of feet as well as leaves rustling, behind her this time. Whatever, she was determined to learn this word! Concentrating on her book, she checked the word in question, X..Y..L..O..P..H..O..N...

"Whaccha doing?" a voice sounded in front of her and Hermione nearly dropped her book. Looking up from her book, she saw a girl with long blonde hair and striking blue eyes watching her curiously, head tilted slightly.

"I'm weading," replied Hermione, frowning as the letter 'r' didn't come out right. For some words, it came out fine. Some words she had pwoblems. She eyed the beautiful newcomer curiously from her higher vantage.

"Hmm...whaccha weading?" the blonde said, eyeing the bench the brunette was seated on. Poking her tongue out slightly, she grabbed the bench and tried to hoist herself up, grunting at the effort.

"The alphabets," replied Hermione watching as the blonde managed to finally get herself onto the bench after multiple tries.

"I'm Fleur, what's your name?" asked Fleur, looking at the cute brunette in front of her. Her eyes were super interesting, looking like chocolate. Yum!

"Hermione," whispered the brunette, not sure why the blonde was talking to her. Usually, the others didn't talk to her.

"Her-mi-o-ne," mouthed Fleur, brows furrowing as she tried to pronounce the name. It was a hard one!

"Hermione," Hermione repeated.

"'Ermione!" said Fleur forcefully! Yep, that sounds like it!

Hermione frowned at the weird pronunciation of the name but it made her feel tingly in her chest. She wasn't sure why. The blonde seemed to have a weird accent!

"Can I wead wiz you?" asked Fleur, shuffling closer.

"Ok," Hermione replied, turning her attention back to her book, shifting it slightly so the blonde could see.

That was how they spent their lunch breaks the last three days and Hermione wasn't so sure why but it made her happy.

"What's your favouwite word?" Hermione asked the blonde.

"Ananas!" squealed Fleur, making a little hip shuffle dance in her seat.

"Banana?" asked Hermione, confused.

"Non, Ananas!" replied Fleur, looking at the brunette expectantly, waiting for her to get it.

Hermione's brows furrowed. That was wrong, Fleur wasn't saying it right! In the name of learning, she had to fix it, "It's banana."

"No, it's ananas!" argued Fleur, confused.

"Banana!" replied Hermione, face scrunching up.

"Ananas!" growled Fleur.

"Banana!"

"Ananaaaas!"

"Hmmpf!" Hermione crossed her arms, if the blonde wanted to be an idiot, she wasn't going to help her.

"Hmmpf!" repeated Fleur, mirroring the brunette's stance, she would show her!

Later that night…

"Maman!" shouted Fleur, running to her mother, wrapping her arms around her legs.

"What iz eet, my little flower?" asked Apolline smiling, looking at the little blonde.

"I need somezhing for school!"

Hermione was surprised to see the blonde come sit on the bench with her again. She thought after yesterday that she wouldn't come back. She eyed the backpack clutched in the blonde's hand with curiosity.

Fleur vaulted the bag onto the beach, before scrambling to climb on top, again with much difficulty. Whose idea was it to make the benches so high?!

"What is this?" asked Hermione curiously. It was a cute bag, baby blue with pretty little red flowers all over it.

"Ananas," said Fleur smugly, grabbing the bag.

Hermione huffed, crossing her arms again. Now the blonde was making fun of her! This was a bag, not even close to a banana! The blonde was stoopid!

Fleur opened the zip of the bag and pulled out her prickly ananas carefully. She didn't want to get pricked. "Ananas," she said, presenting the fruit to the brunette.

Hermione gasped and glared. That was so not a banana! That was a pineapple! The blonde was definitely stoopid!

"That's a pineapple!" said Hermione angrily. Now she knew why the blonde was talking to her, it was to make fun of her like all the others.

"Non, it's an ananas!" retorted Fleur angrily. Why was the brunette not understanding her!?

"PINEAPPLE!" screeched Hermione, hoping that the blonde would just get it!

"ANANAS!" Fleur screamed back.

"Girls!" Elise had been looking at the other kids around the playground when she heard the screams. She had quickly approached the two quarrelling girls, "What's going on here?"

"Miss Elise, Fleur is being mean!" said Hermione, eyes tearing up a bit. She thought they were fwends!

"Non, I'm not!" said Fleur, affronted and concerned at the tears welling in her favourite chocolate eyes. She hadn't meant to make the brunette cwy. "I was just showing her my ananas!"

"You say it wrong! It's banana and that's not a banana, that's a pineapple!" sniffed Hermione, looking expectantly at her teacher. She'd set things right!

Elise laughed, "oh little ones. Fleur, that's a pineapple," Ignoring the blonde's horrified gasp and the brunette's smug face, she continued, "in English. In French, it's called ananas."

Hermione gasped while Fleur shouted, "That's what I said!"

Elise smiled at the little girls, "you are both right. You are just speaking different languages. Now, stop fighting ok?" she said before going back to check on the other kids.

Hermione looked hesitantly at the frowning blonde. She had been wrong, the blonde wasn't stoopid, "I'm sowwy," she said, "I didn't know you were speaking Fwench. I don't know Fwench." That was where the weird accent came! And now she had offended her fwend and the blonde would never talk to her again!

Fleur looked at the dejected brunette, "I'm sowwy too. English iz 'ard." She said embarrassed, fingers playing with her feather necklace that her Maman gave her. It has been hard since her papa started working in England and moved them all here. The other kids always made fun of her accent.

"What's that?" asked Hermione, hoping to talk about something else and lift the mood of her friend.

"It's my necklace," said Fleur, showing the white stone carved feather to Hermione, "my maman gave it to me."

Hermione hesitantly reached out and touched the stone, both girls gasping when the stone slowly turned light blue. Magic!, thought the brunette.

Fleur, on the other hand, was shocked. Her maman had told her that the stone would turn blue when her Spwecial One would touch it. Maman had told her that hers went blue when Papa had touched it! Looking at the brunette in surprise, she shyly ducked her head down and pressed a quick kiss on Hermione's lips.

Hermione gasped, her lips tingling. Fleur had kissed her! "What was that?!" she asked, pulling her head back in shock, bringing her little fingers to her lips as they tingled.

"The stone went blue. My maman's stone only went blue for papa because he's her Spwecial One. Maman kisses Papa all ze time and told me to only kiss my Spwecial One. You're my Spwecial One!" squealed Fleur, lifting the blue stone to show Hermione.

"Wow," whispered Hermione. That made sense. Her mummy's spwecial one was daddy! And they always kissed but wait! They were mawwied! "You can't kiss me! We aren't mawwied!" said Hermione seriously.

Fleur frowned, fingering the blue feather stone. She hadn't thought of that. Hermione was right, her Maman and Papa were mawwied! Nodding, she turned back to the brunette, "let's get mawwied zhen," extending her pudgy hand for Hermione to take.

Hermione looked at the proffered hand for a few seconds. She'd like to get mawwied to Fleur, they could then sit together and wead forever because papa always said he'd stay with mummy forever. Taking the blonde's hand in her own pudgy one, she let herself be dragged as Fleur got off the bench and ran to the spot where Miss Elise was sitting, keeping an eye on the busy playground.

"Miss Elise, we wanna get mawwied!" said Fleur, looking expectantly at the teacher. She'd know what to do!

"Oh!" smiled Elise, happy that the girls weren't fighting anymore. She chuckled at them doing a 180 so quickly and wanting to play house, "Sure." She positioned both girls in front of her. "Fleur Delacour, do you take Hermione Granger as your wife?"

"Oui," replied Fleur confidently.

"And you, Hermione Granger, do you take Fleur Delacour as your wife?" Elise asked, smiling.

"Yes" replied Hermione shyly, blushing.

"By the powers vested in me by the Primary School of Hogwarts, I pronounce you Mrs and Mrs Delacour-Granger," said Elise. Spying a couple of boys fighting, she quickly added, "I'll leave you girls to it," before shuffling away to break the fight.

Fleur grinned, "I can kiss you now?" she asked. Seeing the brunette nod shyly, she quickly deposited another small peck onto Hermione's lips. "We are mawwied now!"

Hermione giggled, suddenly feeling really happy.

"Come 'Ermione, my Maman packed me some bonbon, we can share," said Fleur as she looked at her...her...wife? That's what Miss Elise said. She brought their pudgy hands together, lacing their fingers.

Hermione giggled as she felt a wet salty kiss on her lips. Opening her eyes and pulling her sunglasses up, she smiled at the blonde in front of her.

"Had a nice swim?" she said, eyeing the blonde's deliciously wet skin from head to toe, from her chair where she was sunbathing.

"Oui, but I missed you," replied Fleur, capturing the lips of her wife more insistently.

"Hmm," moaned Hermione. She was definitely enjoying this honeymoon at the beach on this beautiful tropical island with her even more beautiful wife, "I can't believe we are married... I love you," she mouthed against Fleur's lips.

Fleur pulled away looking at her incredulously. "We've been married since we were three," she teased, biting Hermione's lower lip, loving the shiver that coursed through the brunette.

Hermione giggled again, left hand reaching out to grab Fleur's left hand, clinking the wedding rings together, loving the look of the bands shining in the sun. She wrapped her fingers around the blonde's hand, turning it slowly, thumb caressing the tattoo on the blonde's wrist, "I'm so thankful that I was your soulmate...You are magical, Fleur."

"Everyone asked us why we got matching tattoos of a pineapple," grinned Fleur, loving the feeling of her wife caressing the inked skin.

"It's an ananas!" pouted Hermione, brown eyes twinkling with mischief, eyeing the matching ink on her own wrist.

"Oh, is it now!? I'll show you!" said Fleur lifting the brunette onto her shoulder and running towards the surf, laughing as she heard Hermione's squeals once they hit the water.

Who knew pineapples were the fruit of love?