A/N: You Fleurmione folks are sweet internet darlings. Thank you for reading!
Aug 1st
Ron's eyes. For years they passed over and around me. So many nights I waited for them to find me. They say eyes are the window to the soul. Harry's birthday wasn't a disaster. It was sweet actually. Ron tried. I tried too and we smiled and laughed for Harry. Afterwards I sat in my garden and regretted too many things. Wanted too many things.
I heard a pop. You came out from the dark.
"I'm drunk, Fleur."
You nodded and you were gorgeous.
"You sent your patronus to me, Hermione."
"Oh, I see." A memory flashed of my wand making something shimmery.
Tanktop. Collarbone. Heated moonlit skin. You and summer were conspiring against me. Who was the devil sprite that created such a sultry night? But it was I that drew you to me. My want traveled and found you.
And you came.
"Hermione—"
"No. Wait. I need to tell you something."
You were too gentle, too beautiful. I tried to sit myself up. This was not my most graceful hour.
"Fleur, I don't know how to have what I want. To get it and keep it and keep wanting it. I don't know how to get over what happened to all of us. I thought I had figured it out. Fuck, to think I used to be sort of brilliant, you know?...Oh Fleur, I'm very drunk and terribly happy to see you."
I must have covered my face because I remember you taking my hands and tugging them from my eyes. You were very quiet. But I could hear your breaths. I could smell the charmed lilacs. I felt I knew you right then. I felt all the years compress against my chest. The years of being always close to death and almost near enough to you. Danger around the corner. You around the corner. Everything was a test dangling in front me to show me who I was. What my potential was.
You took me to my bed. I couldn't see your face. You whispered that darkness isn't forever. That light is always next to our shadows, waiting.
I think waiting is what we had always done. Will you still wait?