Hello again. I was pleasantly surprised when I took a look at the stats for this thing and how many people actually decided to read or skim through my awful writing. Very surprised at the number of Fleurmione fans. (I'M NOT ALONE!) Thank you all kindly for taking a chance on this thing!
Notes: Established Fleurmione, Doesn't have to be AU, Post-War, still not proof reading.
Special Note: Anyone who understands the French language thoroughly, BRACE YOURSELVES.
Sometimes, Hermione wondered if she was truly worthy of the title 'Brightest witch of her age'. Academically, there was no way she would've made such a simple mistake, hell, more often than not, she was using the same academic knowledge to save her - not to mention Harry and Ron's - life. However, as she was standing on the doorstep of her house, surveying all the leaves that were literally everywhere she was convinced that she probably breathed in too much dust from staying inside for too long for all her life.
"Fleur," Hermione called, turning her head back inside the house, "why didn't you stop me from buying a house right next to the bloody forest?" She asked, frowning as she glared at the tall looming trees that weren't too far off from her house.
"Well," a accented voice replied, "I didn't hear you complaining whenever we took walks out there at night, or when we decided it was a good idea go out there for some s-"
"Alright, alright, I don't regret buying this stupid house," Hermione cut her off with a small blush. "Are you going to help clean this all up or not? I can't even get past the front," She added.
"Oui, I'll help," Fleur called from upstairs, popping her head from the top of the stairs, "Is it cold out, my amour? I don't want to freeze to death."
Hermione rolled her eyes, "It's perfectly fine Fleur, it won't take long to clean this up. Just grab a thin sweater if you're worried."
Soon the two stood outside, each holding their wands as they took a good look at all the leaves all over their house. In all honesty, Hermione was surprised that she didn't wake up finding them all inside the house.
"Do you think we should just burn them all? Or should we put them inside the garbage bags like muggles?" Hermione asked, as she ran through a list of spells that she could think of for this task.
"Can we keep them?" Fleur asked instead, to which Hermione replied with a frown. "What? We could have ze leaves on ze floor instead of the carpets you insist on having in front of the fireplace."
"Fleur, these leaves are wet and they'll make a lot of noise once they're dry, I don't think that's such a great idea."
"Alright zen, let's get zem all into a big pile first, oui?" She suggested, waving her wand about, as many of the leaves started to pick themselves up, and gather together in a pile just off to their right.
Hermione huffed her agreement, her own wand going through the same movements before she gathered her own pile next to Fleurs. The two rotated on their feet a few times, slowly making their way all around their house to collect and gather all the leaves. Surprisingly, it took quite some time, and by the time Hermione finished off the last pile, she wasn't even surprised that Fleur wasn't beside her.
"Fleur? Did you leave me to do this all alone?" Hermione called out, slightly winded, towards one of the windows of the house, assuming that her lover had decided to climb through the window, as she made a regular practice of it.
Instead of receiving a proper reply from the veela, Hermione only heard the familiar 'crunch, crunch' sounds that was heard when one stepped on leaves. She spun on her heel, once realizing Fleur was probably behind her. However, when her eyes laid upon the beautiful veela, she immediately noticed that something was definitely wrong.
The usually silky silvery blond locks were ruffled, windswept, but most important of all, there seemed to be bits and pieces of leaves stuck all over the veela's head. Hermione doubted that the leaves conveniently landed on her head.
"Fleur, why are there leaves on your head?" Hermione asked, reaching up to pull a few off her head.
"Hm? Je ne sais pas, perhaps ze leaves are attracted to me as well, oui?" Fleur teased, winking as she swept her hand through her locks, taming her hair and taking out even more leaves that were tangled up in her blond locks.
"... Am I correct to assume that at least one pile is completely wrecked?" Hermione asked, raising an eyebrow at Fleur's explanation, "how many of the piles did you get rid of?"
"I believe I was able to get rid of seven out of ten, not including the one you just finished off," Fleur informed her, as she took Hermione's arms away from her hair and assisted her in latching her arms around her own neck as she stepped closer to Hermione, nuzzling their cheeks. "I was getting a little cold and lonely on the other side of ze house, you cannot blame me for not finish ze task," Fleur insisted.
"Gah … Alright, let's get these last ones done then," Hermione said, blushing as the veela continued to nuzzle and hold her tighter. "Fleur, we can cuddle later, inside the house preferably," Hermione tried, as she pulled away from her.
Fleur pouted, but released Hermione from the cuddle and embrace as the two witches made their way to the other side of the house where the last three piles were. Hermione turned to the pile to the farthest right and casted a quiet Incendio to set the pile aflame.
Turning to the next pile, Hermione paused, turning to her side and found Fleur missing once again. Frowning, she opened her mouth, ready to shout for the French veela to stop fooling around when she heard the crunching and rustling of leaves once more. Absolutely confused, she turned back to the pile of leaves and had to bite down on her lip to stop her laughing.
There Fleur Delacour was, rolling around in the leaves like a child. The pile was absolutely ruined, leaves scattered into all directions as Fleur made it her personal job to separate each leaf from the other. When the pile was growing smaller, Fleur's head stilled, and Hermione had to cover her mouth to ensure that absolutely no sound came out. It was hard, when the epitome of 'beautiful' came out looking like a mess with a bad hair day with leaves clinging onto her hair and clothes.
Once the pile had been completely demolished for good, Fleur was absolutely puzzled as to why Hermione was lying down on her side, clutching her mouth and stomach while twitching every few seconds. Did she eat something bad?
"Ma amour? Is everything alright?" Fleur asked, looming over Hermione who frantically shook her head while rolling over, away from Fleur, twitching even more, her shoulders bobbing up and down faster. Fleur raised an eyebrow and tried again, getting on her knees and shaking Hermione, "Do you have a stomach ache?" She asked.
Abruptly, Hermione jumped to her feet, still cupping her mouth and holding her stomach as she made a mad dash towards their house, leaving Fleur outside utterly lost.
As Fleur casted Incendio for the last pile and the mess that she had created, she couldn't help but to wonder, "Maybe Hermione is allergic to something …"
Back inside the house, the poor bushy haired woman quickly casted a nonverbal Muffliato on the room as she uncovered her mouth and let out the laugh that was just sitting on the tip of her tongue. It was painful to have held it in, but she was going to make it worth it.
Before she could double over in her laughter, Hermione grabbed the camera that was conveniently resting on the couch before she dashed back towards the door, slightly more calm, but gasping and giggling nonetheless.
She swung the door open, taking in a deep breath, "Fleur! Fleur, look what I found!" She called out and the second the blond veela turned her head, Hermione's finger pressed down on the button once.
Twice.
Three times.
And ended up with at least seven pictures, a few were blurry, but just clear enough for Hermione who carefully hid the camera from Fleur afterwards.
EXTRA
"Maman! Il y a des lettres pour vous," Gabrielle chirped, running up to her mother with a bunch of white cards, "Je pense que c'est Fleur qui les envoye," she added with a happy smile.
Apolline raised an elegant brow at her youngest daughter, clearly not expecting the pleasant surprise from her eldest. With a calming smile, she took the letters from Gabrielle's hands and opened each one.
What she found inside was the reason Fleur was never going to return to France for veela family gatherings. Each letter contained a photo of her eldest daughter, looking nothing like the veela she was. Leafs were stuck everywhere, and her hair. Dear lord, if Apolline didn't know better, she would've thought that Hermione's hair was contagious.
Beside her, Gabrielle stared wide eyed.
The two veela stayed silent before Apolline turned to Gabrielle, "Gabrielle, allons-y. On doit trouve quelque place pour ces," she smiled as Gabrielle nodded all too eagerly, suggesting the first and most clear should be hung on the front door.
Je ne sais pas = I don't know
Maman! Il y a des lettres pour vous = Mama! There are letters for you [I could've used 'Tu' but its a little offensive towards those of true French origin]
Je pense que c'est Fleur qui les envoye = I think it was Fleur who sent these
Gabrielle, allons-y. On doit trouve quelque place pour ces = Come on, Gabrielle. We should find a place for these.
Prompt: Imagine your OTP have volunteered to clean the park after a windy storm left it covered in piles of leaves. After a while Person A gets bored and while no one's looking, they roll around and play in the leaves, making an even bigger mess. They're unaware that Person B is watching them and are trying to stifle their giggles.
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