Event: Scavenger Hunt
Clue: "A canon relationship between a read-head and a Frenchwoman goes sour as she goes for the dragon tamer brother. Write the dragon tamer/Frenchwoman story."
Word Count: 547
Affairs of the Heart
The evening was drawing in at Shell Cottage, and inside two lovers were talking about their future. One was a woman, who had been married for little more than a year, and the other was her brother-in-law. Both of them were well aware that they should not have put themselves in this position, but they had been drawn to each other in recent months and although they had tried to fight their attraction, they had succumbed to their feelings. However, their consciences were getting the better of them, and as the waves crashed against the cliffs outside, the couple discussed their predicament.
"Charlie, we should not be doing this," Fleur whispered as the dragon-tamer brushed her hair behind her ear. "Bill, he—"
"Fleur, my love, Bill is not here. He never is," Charlie replied, cutting her mid sentence and placing a chaste kiss on her lips. "You said yourself he has been distant ever since the attack. You deserve to be loved properly by someone who will stand by your side no matter what."
"But your family, they will hate me," Fleur answered, her eyes glistening with tears. "Especially your mother and sister. They've only just accepted that I am part of their family."
"I promise you, I won't let them," Charlie told her, taking her hand in his own and kissing her on the cheek.
"But what about Bill?" Fleur asked, knowing that in all of this he would be the one to suffer the most. "He will be so hurt by our betrayal."
"He'll get over it, eventually," Charlie said. "When he sees that you and I are happy together, nothing else will matter to him."
"No, he won't," Fleur refuted. "He will smile and say that he is happy for us, but all the while inside he will be in agony every time he sees us together. We can't do that to him."
"Then we will go away together," Charlie suggested. "We can make a life for ourselves in Romania. A woman of your talents wouldn't have any difficulties finding a job out there. Or perhaps even move to France so you can be closer to your family. And when the time is right, we can return on a permanent basis to England, if you want to?"
Fleur sighed and smiled. "That would be nice; I do miss Mama, Papa and Gabi. But we should do it sooner rather than later. Like ripping a plaster off, as the English say."
"So, we're going to do it then?" Charlie said, wanting to make sure that Fleur was ready to do this and wasn't simply telling him what he wanted to hear.
"Yes," Fleur told him. "I will talk to Bill tonight when he returns from work."
"Would you like me to be with you whilst you do?" Charlie asked, rubbing Fleur's shoulders gently.
"No, I think it would be better coming from me," Fleur answered. "I would never forgive myself if anything happened to either of you because of me."
Charlie nodded his head, seeing the sense in Fleur's answer. "Okay, but call me if you need me and I'll be straight over."
"I will," Fleur said, pressing her lips against Charlie's, before taking his hand and leading him upstairs to the guest bedroom.
