FALLING INTO SIN
FD/HG
SUMMARY: Sometimes all you need is to just let it all go. "Is this our fate? Where do we go from here? It's hard to fall apart, but I'll take my chances and try to make it happen. I'll let you keep my heart..."
A/N: Yeah, yeah I know, it all goes back to the hate when Fleur and Hermione first interacted during the Halloween feast. Well, you get the idea. In this story, veelas find their mate when it was hate at first sight. There might be a lot of confusion though with this one, but I am not going to write about the beginning and all that, as you may noticed I started right at the middle. There are a lot of stories out there about how they met, what happened in between and then fell in love, whatever, some beautifully written I may add, kudos to all the writers. ^_^
Oh yeah, this may be a bit fast, but like I said, I started right at the middle, maybe I'll write some back stories but who knows where this one will take me. ^_^ And yeah, if you really get confuse please feel free to inform me so that I could clear it up for you, or maybe just do a major rewrite.
(Could I get anymore cheesier than this chapter? Ugh! *sigh*)
I just remembered Casper the Movie one with Christina Ricci in it. Damn facebook craze.. Lol!
Thanks goes to all those who took their time to read and review. ^_^
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DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything because if I did, Fleur and Hermione will end up with a happily ever after. Lolz. ^_^
Three
Hermione was now running out of places to hide or to run to. She knew that it wasn't her imagination or anything at all for the matter that wherever she turn to, Fleur was just there. It annoyed her to no end for two simple facts which she had a hard time accepting within herself, one was that she just turns into this person who despises the older witch when in fact it was the complete opposite a contradiction in itself, and the confrontation she was bound to have with Fleur. It annoyed her that her courage would just simply falter whenever the French witch was in near proximity and she was reduced to running away or hiding herself away. No, she thought time and time again that she wasn't afraid. But her actions speaks louder than her words, doesn't it?
But her book. What about her book? It's as if she just bared her entire heart out, no her entire soul and being to the last person that she wanted her book to see. Sure, it was horrifying if it landed on Slytherin hands, but now that she thought about it, it was more horrifying to land into Fleur's hands. She knows. Fleur knows her secret. A secret that she promised that she would take to her grave no matter what, but it's now out in the open isn't it, one when Harry confronted her about it and two when Harry told Ginny about it.
She sighed. She slowly slumped down on the cold stone floors in this empty hallway. She was nestled in between two suits of huge armored knights. How could this have happened in just a span of a few months. She remembered the excitement when Dumbledore announced that the Triwizard Tournament was being hosted by Hogwarts after a century. She read about it in Hogwarts a History but never dreamed in her lifetime that she would get to see it firsthand. She was even more excited that she would witness a historical moment in magical history. But that's just it, she never counted on the fact this would change her life drastically well maybe Harry's but to her life that was overstating it.
She really never thought about it or maybe she just wasn't thinking properly at that time, or she was just thinking about something else entirely. It was just shortly after the second task that it happened. They were the last group of students to head back to Hogwarts, champions and hostages, as Madame Pomfrey kept them all under the Infirmary tent a little longer than expected before giving them all the okay.
Hermione was lagging behind Harry and Ron dimly aware of the conversation they were having, she only caught bits and pieces of it as Harry relayed to Ron what had happened under the lake. Ahead of them was Cedric and Cho who were walking hand in hand, Viktor had already left the group since the Durmstrang ship was moored just a little way away from where the second task took place and the french witch and her little sister, Hermione just didn't care at the moment or so she thought. Even though Madame Pomfrey gave them the okay, Hermione still felt a little chilled.
"Achoo!" She sneezed, rubbing her nose furiously as it had began to itch.
"'Mione you alright?" Ron asked without even a backwards glance.
"Yeah," She said just loud enough for the two boys to hear, who were now already back to their conversation. She sighed, Boys.
She trudged up the path struggling to keep up with Harry and Ron's long strides. Finally giving up, she just decided to walk at her own pace. She was lost in her own thoughts, wondering if she should accept Viktor's invitation to spend the summer with him, it was a tempting thought, but what exactly does she feel for the Bulgarian seeker? If she really thought about it, nothing came to mind.
She sneezed again. "Bloody hell," she muttered as Hermione shivered from the cold wind. "I'm alright," she said, more for the sake of the two boys ahead of her.
She stopped mid-stride as she let another shiver passed her body. She sighed and continued on along the path after the two boys who were now a long way away from her. She watched as the two of them disappear inside the castle, in a way she didn't begrudge them for leaving her behind as she was glad for the sudden silence, whoever said that girls were more of a gossip than boys were wrong. Another pause, another shiver. She was about to take a step when she felt another body enwrapped her.
"You're cold," a soft whisper in her ear.
"That's stating the obvious," she countered, not really minding who it was, Hermione was just glad for the sudden warmth. She then felt this other person hugged her even more tightly and Hermione just positively melted into this embrace. No coherent thoughts were actually forming inside her head, it's just that it felt so warm and she did not want to move from this spot.
"Are you stalking me, mademoiselle?" she asked, a playful note in her voice.
"Zat's stating ze obvious, hmm."
Hermione smiled, she could stay like this forever, right here in this place with her.
"Fleur?"
"Oui?"
Hermione shifted so that she could slowly turn around to face the French witch. She felt Fleur's arms loosened about her, but not let her go completely. She felt Fleur's arms then tightened around her waist, when she was finally facing the blonde veela, making her stand even more closer. It wasn't lost to Hermione that Fleur was a head taller than her, so she lifted her head to meet Fleur's gaze.
"You 'ave questions."
"Yes."
"Zair ees a time for zose questions to be answered."
"But we never even talked, well aside from that bit during the ball, which I must say doesn't really count for a conversation, and here we are..."
"Oui, but I know you feel it as much as I do, and eet ees nice, zis to 'ave your guard down and your beautiful face, not wearing zat scowl every time you see me."
Hermione looked away, guilty that Fleur had noticed even that much about her. But as to what exactly Fleur meant about feeling it as much as she does, Hermione was just lost, she couldn't even define what exactly that feeling was. Hey, she was only fourteen-years-old and to feel something like true love is still such a broad concept for her and in her young mind it only happens in romance books which she only reads, whenever she needed to detox her academic mind and when you're a bit older, not when you're just coming out of childhood, for that is what she was, still a child in her parents eyes, that is and weren't they addressed by their professors as children not as young adults? Confusion, this is what it was and one that made her wanting more.
She didn't know when Fleur had removed one arm around her waist, she was now caressing Hermione's reddened cheek (from blushing or from the cold, Hermione couldn't tell anymore) she then hooked her fingers under Hermione's chin and forced her to looked up to Fleur's smoldering blue eyes, which was a dark shade of blue now, and if Hermione didn't know it was blue she would have mistaken it for black.
"What are you planning to do with me, Fleur?" Hermione whispered.
"Zis.."
Fleur then lowered her head to close the distance between their faces. Hermione's heart was beating wildly against her chest, but instincts told her to close her eyes. It was as if everything had faded into silence, only the cold wind on her back and this warmth in front existed. She could feel Fleur taking in her scent even though there were no visible actions on the French witch's part for Hermione to affirm this. It was as if it was not only her scent that Fleur was taking in, it was as if Fleur was taking in everything Hermione was into her, it made Hermione's knees turned jelly. She heard Fleur then whispered her name. It felt like silk against her lips, extremely soft and warm at the same time. Hermione was closed lipped, unmoving, just letting the sensations washed over her. Something like this, she never thought she would experience, she heard herself sigh. It was this that Fleur took the opportunity to explore the contours of Hermione's mouth. Hermione then felt something moist and hot against the divide of her lips, teasing her, begging her to gain entrance. She was about to succumb to this bliss.
"'Mione, we were wondering where you got off to—Oh! Sorry!"
It was as if a bucketful of ice cold water was poured over her. Her body stiffened.
"Harry-" she croaked.
She drew her knees close to her chest, then wrapped her arms around them, then laid her forehead on top of her knees. She closed her eyes, she could still distinctly remember what happened after that, damn her photographic memory. She remembered running away from Fleur, like a scared little rabbit, she remembered Harry following her and asking her what was wrong, she remembered looking at Harry as if he had lost his mind and then her outburst.
She remembered that same night, she had locked herself in her dormitory, drawing the curtains around her four poster bed and drawing and writing furiously on her book. Her journal, her diary of sorts, everything she was feeling, everything she was holding in, her confusion and her frustration about a certain blonde witch, laying it all out in the open until she was spent. Her hands stained with ink, her faced smudged as well as she rubbed her itchy nose ferociously damning that irksome feeling all the while.
And now, she was royally screwed for lack of a better word. Why did she have to bring her book all the time with her? Why not just leave it in her dormitory and put a security spell on it? Well it couldn't have happened either way, she was doodling on it, that very same day she accidentally left it on the library. To be more precise, she was making cartoon drawings of her and Fleur, doing various things, like kissing in the rain, holding hands in Hogsmeade, reading together in the library or in the Gryffindor common room, sitting contentedly under that beech tree right at the edge of the lake, her head leaning comfortably on Fleur's shoulder.
"Aargh!" She groaned aloud in frustration, she lifted her head up and with a determined air about her, she resolved to get her book back one way or another, even if it means what, she doesn't know exactly, well even if it means kissing Fleur Delacour in the end.
She bolted upright from her sitting position looking quickly at the two armored knights on her sides, thanking them for being the silent sentinels she needed at the moment. She walked down this empty corridor, glancing outside the window as she walked past them, Just when I thought it was going to be a clear day, Hermione thought. One thing was clear, she needed to find Fleur, before the thunderstorm begins.
She was already at the end of the corridor and about to turn the corner when she collided into someone soft and smelled something closely resembling lilies. How predictable, Hermione thought as she tried to maintain her balance.
"You," Hermione said.
"Moi," said Fleur.
"How'd you know I was here?"
Fleur gave a mock deep thought before answering. "Your scent."
Hermione raised an eyebrow at this. "My scent, huh? That's strange, humans doesn't have that acute sense of smell and even if we do, it wouldn't be that keen, besides it is about to rain again."
"Oui, eet ees about to rain, zats why I came to find you, before ze rain falls, and I am part-veela 'Ermione, eef in case you did not know."
Hermione nodded, she walked around Fleur distinctly aware of the French witch watching her every move as if a predator would its prey. Finally, Hermione settled on leaning against the wall her arms crossed watching at the corner of her eye the dark clouds that was quickly forming in the late afternoon sky. Little did Hermione knew that this was a bad move, but still she turned her attention back to Fleur who was still watching her with that predator-like gaze of hers.
"So what now?" Hermione asked.
Fleur just gave her a questioning look in response.
Hermione sighed, the French witch does seem to want her to say it word for word. "You read my book," Hermione began. "You said, you have questions and weren't they answered if you had indeed read my book?"
"Oui, but zair is one question zat I would like answered, and zat eet has to come directly from you."
"Hold it right there," Hermione said. "You have questions, I have mine and I distinctly remember you saying that there would be time to answer my questions, and I think the time is now."
Fleur just smiled. "Oui, go ahead ask your questions."
A thousand questions whirled in Hermione's mind, bu the only one that came out was, "Why me?" she whispered.
Fleur moved closer. "Why not you?"
"Don't play with me, Fleur. Please, please don't, I have enough ridicule in my life as it is and I don't need this, not from you."
Fleur could see the torment in her Hermione's eyes, even though the younger witch was putting on a brave face. She sighed and moved even closer to the younger witch, their bodies only inches apart, she cupped the younger witch's face.
"Because, you 'ated me."
A look of disbelief, flashed across Hermione's face. "Surely, I'm not the only one."
"Non, au contraire you are ze only one."
Hermione shook her head. "But you're only half-veela, it shouldn't affect you this way."
"You read about veelas, huh," Fleur said a smile on her lips. "Even eef eet ees so, ze veela blood runs potent inside of me, zat ees why I am, 'ow you say eet, affected zis way. Gabrielle, bless her ees still too young, but one day she will eventually feel exactly what I am feeling wiz you right now, and zat ees a fate I cannot spare 'er from even eef 'owever much I try."
"So basically, you're stuck with me, whether you wanted to or not."
"Oui, but I didn't say I did not want to. Eet could 'ave been worse, you could 'ave been zat awful ferret boy, but no, I think, I got lucky," Fleur's smile widened.
"Does this mean, I'm stuck with you as well?"
"Hmm," Fleur answered as if she did not want to, for her eyes darkened just a little bit. "You 'ave a choice, 'Ermione."
"What does that mean?"
"You could always leave me, eef you wanted to."
"And if I choose to leave, what will happen to you?"
"My granmuzzer often said, zat ze veelas only ever truly love once in zair lifetime. Oui, we could 'ave multiple partners, but when we found ze one and zey leave, it will kill us."
"Literally so?"
"I don't know."
"Fleur, where's my book?"
"Safe, please do not ask me to give eet back to you."
"Why not as it's mine."
Fleur sighed. "Eet ees silly."
"What's silly?"
"I feel like I am 'olding your heart and soul literally and I want to keep eet safe wiz me, so you will never feel afraid or 'urt anymore."
"Why not keep the real thing?" Hermione ask a smile on her face.
"Now, eet brings us back to ze one question zat I wanted to be directly answered by you."
"And that is?"
Fleur rested her forehead on Hermione's forehead. Fleur deftly untangled Hermione's arms across her chest and had it wrapped around her waist. Hermione could feel Fleur's stare, could feel the heat of it. Fleur was serious about her and Hermione, well, Hermione was Hermione after all.
Hermione sighed waiting for the question to come.
"'Ermione, can I keep you?"