Title: My What?
Rating: T
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Remus/Fleur
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em - not making any money off 'em. Dern it.
Word Count: 565
Summary: Remus gets the shock of his lifetime.

Notes:

Pairing the Character: Remus/Fleur

100 Word Prompt Collection Challenge: 16. Kindness

Crystals, Gemstones & Astrology: Seventh Chakra (Basic) - Write about someone who could be described as 'illuminating'. (150-600 words)

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry: September Event: Back To School Teamwork Event - 33. (object) Calendar / 54. (dialogue) "You have no sense of fashion." / "Well, I think that depends..." / "No, that wasn't a question."

Year Long Scavenger Hunt Challenge and Competition: D25. Write about receiving an inheritance that isn't money

Remus stared at the calendar that was on his wall. March 12th. His inheritance was coming today. When his family friend died in an accident, he never thought he would be given anything. Bill and he were friends, but they weren't best friends.

Still, the letter said his inheritance needed someone special to take care of it.

Remus had raised his eyebrows at the peculiar wording of the letter, but he was sure it would all make sense once saw what he was receiving.

There was a knock on the door, and Remus hurried to it. Despite his misgivings, he was curious about what he was getting. He opened the door, surprised to see an ordinary man and an ethereal blonde woman. He blinked. Her eyes were solemn, but when she smiled, her presence because illuminating as she lit up the surroundings, and Remus felt his breath catching. He shook his head. "May I help you?"

The man grunted. "Mr. Remus Lupin?"

"Yes."

"Mr. Lupin, this is your inheritance. Meet Miss Fleur Delacour."

Remus blinked. "My inheritance is a person?" he asked disbelievingly.

"Yes. Sign the papers, please."

Remus numbly took the clipboard, scrawling his signature.

When Fleur stepped inside, she surveyed the house before she scrutinized him. "You have no sense of fashion."

Remus looked at her with what he knew must be a confused expression. "Well, I think that depends..."

"No, that wasn't a question," Fleur interrupted.

Remus tried to be patient with the rude woman. He knew she must be upset about being treated as a personal possession. "Miss Delacour."

"Fleur, please," she said.

"Fleur, I'm not quite sure what I'm supposed to do with you. I've never heard of a woman being considered an inheritance."

She rolled her eyes. "Bill was a lovely man, and we cared about each other. I had grown used to some of his wolfish qualities, so-to-speak. In fact, I depended on them. He knew I would never be happy with a normal man after being with someone who was borderline werewolf. He always said you were the epitome of kindness, and he knew you would take care of me. Not to mention, I would get from you what I needed in bed."

"Bed?" Remus gasped, shocked at her blunt forwardness.

She smiled sultrily, and once again, the room seemed to light up. "Yes, bed. Because I'm yours to do with what you wish."

"Umm..."

Fleur walked closer to her and placed a hand on his chest. His heart thumped against it. "No, umm. I know you want me. And despite your deplorable clothes, when I first laid eyes on you, I wanted you as well. Bill knew what he was doing when he decided I'd to go to you if anything were to happen to him."

"Again, this has taken me a bit by surprise..."

"I know," Fleur whispered, "But you better get used to it because I'm here to stay."

She kissed him and although Remus initially hesitated, his wolf within him couldn't deny the intense attraction. She said she needed the wolf to be satisfied, so he allowed Moony out to play. He grabbed her and held her tightly to his body.

She moaned into the kiss, arching against his body, and Remus promised himself to send a thank you prayer to Bill for his wonderful inheritance. He wouldn't take the gift for granted.