I know this isnt a great idea but this little side bunny hit me hard. I have never written Narcissa and Fleur together before. I think it will be alot of fun. This will be a side project to the All Because of You.

Cheers to a new project!

"Fleur, are you sure you are alright?" Hermione asked as she ran her palm up her arm comforting her friend.

"Oui, Hermione I am fine, it's just…" Fleur couldn't complete the sentence as she felt her eyes water, and then she sniffled and blinked her eyes willing herself not to cry.

"Bill not being here," Hermione said and Fleur nodded. Hermione held out her arms for the woman and she had done so many times in the past her fell into Hermione's warmth.

There in Hermione's chambers sat two women who became the others pillar of support. Fleur lost bill, and therefore much of the Weasley family's support and involvement. Fleur had nothing but her curse breaker job and she threw herself into it until she went on a suicidal mission and came back nearly dead. It was Hermione that nursed her back to health. Fleur was given her own extension room in Hermione's quarters at Hogwarts. Hermione, took the NEWTs as soon as she could and her scores where so high, Headmistress McGonagall offered her a job on the spot. Hermione, not sure she even wanted to take her 7th year classes agreed. So, Hermione Granger became the youngest Charms teacher in Hogwarts history.

They sat together, curled into each other as they watched the fire. Hermione stroked Fleur's hair and was glad she had calmed.

"Love, have you thought of trying that program where you write letters to the side of the war," Fleur sat up and scoffed, "No, hear me out. I ended doing it and by some crazy luck of the draw I got Draco Malfoy. It was an anonymous pen pal program, but I figured it out. It helped him heal, well it helped both of us heal. To write to someone who needs to be heard but is not sure how to have the conversation," Hermione said to her friend and then Hermione rubbed circle into Fleur's back.

"Think about it?" Hermione asked. Fleur said nothing but rubbed her hands together, "Please," Hermione asked softly.

"Oui, ill think about it," Fleur said ad then Hermione smiled softly watching her friend then Fleur sighed and lay her head in Hermione's lap stretching out over the couch. Hermione smiled as she ran her fingers through Fleur's hair.

"Thank you," Hermione said and Fleur simply nodded her head and shut her eyes.

Three Days Later

"So that was all I had to do? Just owl the ministry with a letter of interest in this program, and voila, it begins?" Fleur asked Hermione and Hermione nodded. They looked at the little owl provided by the ministry for this project. Fleur blinked and looked to Hermione.

"I don't know what to say," Fleur began.

"Why not start with hello, how you feel, or why you are doing this," Hermione said.

"Yeah right. Hello, I'm a widow and my best friend is making me do this because she is afraid I will have a mental breakdown," Fleur scoffed. Hermione reached out for Fleur's chin as the older woman turned from her. Fleur looked into Hermione's eyes.

"I am not afraid of that, love. I am afraid you can not talk to me, and I think you can talk to a blank piece of paper with no problems. I would never judge you, but we are too close to each other. I love you so very much and to see you hurting makes my heart break," Hermione kissed Fleur's cheek and walked out of their common room to the attend her faulty meeting.

Fleur sat down at the desk in the room and looked at parchment. It glared at her, then she thought it would be best to get the hard part over with at first. What's the worst thing to Happen?

To an anonymous Pen Pal…

I know what this is, it is a way for the sides to integrate. To see the other side from a different point of view. The only thing I can see after 6 months is that my husband is dead, most of my friends were killed, and I find myself wondering if I was on the right side of anything at all.

I know this is our first letter but please, never be shy with me. I am only a stranger.

You Pen Pal.

Fleur attached the letter to the owl before she lost her nerve.

Across the Country

Narcissa got the letter. She was a part of the program that rehabilitated the projected innocent with the projected bad. She looked once at the letter and then scoffed then shoved it in her desk drawer.

A few days pass and she looked once more. She lost Lucius, and in essence her son. She lost everything. This woman wrote to her as if all was gone. No, that will not do. Narcissa reached into her desk for good writing parchment, and then placed it on the desk. She picked up her quill.

Hello,

I find we are of similar losses, for my husband also died during this conflict. I believe that we should to see this as a project. I think it should be an exercise in purging. I was on the wrong side of this war. I can admit that. I was brought us as a pureblood, and for me to admit that makes me feel conflicted. Was it right to think as such, what about all of the values I held so dear? Then I thought of those children, lying in the rubble next to the adults. We all bleed red in the end.

I will not be shy. I am never shy, and many times I can be labeled as cold, and jarringly honest. When I read your letter, it read as if the woman who wrote this lost her entire world. You have lost a lot, but you still have your life.

Awaiting a reply,

Your Pen Pal

Narcissa sent the letter off with the little owl. She said more than she wanted to, but once the quill hit the paper, she had to force herself to stop blathering. She took a breath. This might not be a bad idea afterall.