going, going, gone: fleur/tonks (flonks?)

the golden snitch: language club: (quote) 'mais j'étais trop jeune pour savoir l'aimer'—le petit prince

any french may be wrong.

word count: 620

la fleur et la fille avec les cheveux roses

Fleur sits across from her younger sister, trying to blend into her surroundings. This house is huge, and scary, but she wants to be here. Harry helped her in the Tournament and joining this Order will help him in the long run. "Il est beau, mais j'étais trop jeune pour savoir l'aimer, donc il m'a quitté."

"C'est un bon chose," Fleur replies, looking at her younger sister with a supportive smile on her face. "Tu as dix ans."

Gabrielle sighs, shaking her head at Fleur. Her body language seems to scream at Fleur's hypocrisy: but Gabrielle's more innocent than she's ever been. She deserves to be protected. "Hope I'm not interrupting anything," a pink-haired woman says, sitting down in the seat next to Fleur. "Everyone else here is so much older than me though. I'm Tonks."

She holds out a hand that seems to gleam, more than she ever thought a hand could shine. "Non, you are okay. I am Fleur, c'est nice to meet you."

"Oh, you're French!" The Tonks seems to be excited with this revelation. "Bonjour! Ah, fuck, that's all I know. Sorry."

"Eet ees okay, Tonks," Fleur says. "I can say Eenglish words."

Tonks smiles. "Fleur, je vais trouver Ginny," Gabrielle interrupts, standing up and getting out of her chair. "Elle est drôle. Et tu es occupée avec Tonks, non?"

Fleur is left alone with Tonks. She twirls her hands nervously. For all she says that she can understand English, she's not very good at it, and it makes her head spin after a while. "Your sister seems nice," Tonks says. "At least, I'm assuming she's your sister. You do look alike and she's French like you so I thought…"

"Oui, she ees my seester," Fleur replies, smiling slightly as she watches her sister stumble up the stairs. "She ees 'ere as our parents are voyaging and I look after 'er. She ees not joining ze Order."

"Are you?" Tonks asks, leaning forwards. "It would be nice to have someone my own age. And…" she hesitates slightly before continuing with, "And I can help you with your English, to make it easier for you within the Order, if you'd like?"

"Zat would be good."

During meetings, Fleur sits next to Tonks, who explains things for Fleur if she doesn't understand them. It isn't great, as people think of Fleur as stupid because she cannot understand what is being said, but she can speak two languages more fluently than they can, so who is the smart one and who is not in this situation? She stays with Tonks after to eat some of Mrs Weasley's dinner, which is almost as good as her mother's but not quite what she wants. Tonks entertains Gabrielle, Ginny and Hermione by changing her facial shape. Whilst Hermione attempts to make conversation with Gabrielle and Fleur in French, the Ron stares at Fleur with a dreamy look in his eyes. It sickens her, but maybe hormonal boys are not in control of their senses?

Fleur shares a room with Tonks when she stays, and she gets closer to the pink-haired woman. Tonks is only a few years older than her, and the next closest are the two twins that are a year younger than her (and are menaces).

She finds out loads about Tonks. She is an Auror; her father is a Muggle-born; she is bisexual. And Fleur is captivated by her.

And then they kiss. And all Fleur can think is 'c'est beau' and 'je l'aime.' She is hooked like a fish on a rope, or whatever the saying is. And Tonks appears to be the same way.

It is perfect. It is just what she needs within this British war.

mehehehehe

~butter