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Fleur firmly believed that in a relationship that the most important thing, besides boobs and sex, was communication. Communication was important for both persons in the relationship, as trust and understanding were quick to follow with more and more communication between the two persons. In fact, her veela side always encouraged Fleur to latch onto Hermione and launch into hours and hours of mindless chattering.
More often than not, it ended up with the two in the bedroom and staying awake until late hours of the morning, NOT having sex. Fleur was more than okay with it, contrary to common belief, she was not a sex demon and enjoyed intelligent and mindless conversations with Hermione.
So yes, talking was important. Especially when it came to sharing secrets, family stories, embarrassing stories, or their opinion of the people around them. Fleur herself was not a shy person and had easily shared most of her stories and opinions whenever Hermione asked, and in return received the same from her younger lover.
However, as open as Fleur was, there were a few (too many) things that she had kept from speaking about to Hermione.
As Fleur curled up on the loveseat, with a rather thick leather book in hand, she frowned at the small case sitting on the table beside her. That small case held one of the few secrets she kept from Hermione, and nearly everyone who knew her. With a resigned sigh, she opened the case with one hand, pulled out her black thin rimmed squared glasses and set them on.
Ever since Fleur had turned ten, her family was shocked to find out that their daughter had terrible eyesight. She was veela, for merlin's sake, quarter or not, she was still veela and obviously terrible eyesight didn't run on her mother's side. Since her family made such a big fuss over it, Fleur found that even four years later, she refused to reveal such a secret to her friends and other relatives. She would never wear those irritating contacts, but she only wore the glasses whenever she had to read or work on something for long hours.
Even now, after the war and getting together with Hermione, only her family would ever see her wear her glasses. As it was, Hermione was at work and coming up with page after page of arguments to free home-elves and by extension the unjust laws concerning magical creatures. Fleur was in no danger of getting caught by her bushy haired lover anytime soon.
Or at least that's what she told herself.
With a long and quiet yawn, Fleur closed the book and stacked it neatly onto the small pile of other books she had made just on the floor beside the love seat she had curled up on. She lifted her arms and uncurled, stretching quietly and popping a few of her bones. With a sigh, she got up to her feet and made her way towards the kitchen.
As she stood in front of the fridge, her eyebrows narrowed in concentration. At first she wondered what to eat, but soon she began to think about dinner.
"What should I make for dinner tonight …" She mumbled to herself as she took in what she actually had in the fridge to make for the night. "Or should we just eat out tonight?"
As she continued her mental debate, she failed to notice the fireplace lighting up, and Hermione Granger stealthily stepping out of said fireplace with a sly smirk. Hermione took one look at the book and the door of the fridge before understanding what was happening and decided to play a little, after all, it wasn't everyday that the Ministry was feeling particularly kind and gave people day offs.
Quickly, she casted a Silencing charm on herself nonverbally before making her way to the other entrance of the kitchen, smiling as she did so. She hid behind the counters, and when Fleur finally stuck her entire head in, she pounced.
Or rather, she rolled out from the counters and casted a Binding charm, again nonverbally, on Fleur, letting the bindings tie her lover's arms to her sides while Hermione took the silencing charm off herself, laughing all the while.
Happily, she took in Fleur's expression - shocked and fear - before the blond veela pulled her head out from the fridge, taking a few unbalanced steps backwards while frantically looking side to side for the next attack. Unfortunately, her usual grace seemed to fail her at the moment and was about to make a spectacular fall before Hermione shot forward and caught the veela by the waist and pulled her back up.
What she failed to notice was the sound of shattering glass as she did so.
Thus, when she finally held eye contact with Fleur, she was absolutely puzzled as to why Fleur seemed to be mad, shy, speechless, and embarrassed all at once.
"Fleur? Is something wrong? I'm sorry for scaring you there, I was feeling a little playful today since Kingsley let me off early," Hermione quickly explained, and still the expression didn't fade from Fleur's face. Frowning now, Hermione tilted the French woman's chin and pressed their lips together quite passionately, hoping that was help a bit.
What she did not expect was for the veela to push her away, and quite roughly as well. Before Hermione could put her thoughts together, Fleur fell to her knees, gathering the pieces of … was that broken glass?
Hermione knelt down as well, despite Fleur's attempts to wave her off, and was quite shocked to find what seemed to be the remains of what was probably a pair of glasses. Blinking, she turned back to Fleur, "How did these get here? Did Harry leave this here?" She asked.
"...'Ermione, zos glasses are uh … mine," Fleur quietly admitted, face flushing as she continued picking up the pieces of broken lenses and plastic rims. She paused, "You didn't hear the shattering glass?" She asked, not meeting Hermione's eyes.
Again, Hermione was rendered speechless. She was left staring as Fleur slowly and quietly picked up the rest of the pieces before standing up and picked her wand up before destroying the glasses for good. All the while, Hermione remained on her knees, unable to comprehend the fact that Fleur did have bad eyesight, that she did own and wear glasses, and she never knew.
Hermione was just about to voice her opinion on this matter when sudden all she could see were Fleur's beautiful blue eyes, glassy and about to tear up.
"'Ermione? I'm sorry for not telling you … I, I just … my family keeps teasing me, my cousins pity me, and I … I look so weird in these. I am veela! I … I'm not suppose to…" Fleur continued to babble and trip over her words before Hermione quickly realize what was happening.
Immediately, she pulled Fleur into her arms, letting the blond veela's head rest right over her heart, she hushed her tearful words and pressed her lips over the veela's temple. "Oh Fleur … I wasn't thinking what you were thinking, I don't think that you're ugly, you aren't, please don't think that way," Hermione pleaded quietly.
"... But, I am," Fleur groaned out, her voice slightly muffled as her arms came up to wrap around Hermione, "I am ugly for a veela."
"Well, you aren't just 'a veela', you're Fleur. My Fleur. And I happen to want to see how Fleur Isabelle Delacour would look in glasses," Hermione said softly, brushing Fleur's hair back with her hand. "did you always need them?"
Fleur shook her head, "I only wear it when I have to read or work for a long time, helps me to concentrate on the words." She said, lifting her head up, "Sorry for not telling you," She apologized once more.
Hermione smiled, "Silly woman, as if I'd be mad, I was just shocked, pleasantly so actually. I think we should get you a new pair soon though, I do feel bad for stepping on them."
A few days later, Fleur was wearing a new pair of glasses since she first received hers from all those years ago. This time, she and Hermione had went together and chosen a pair of glasses similar to the one she had previously owned, only this time, it was a chocolate brown color, very much similar to the color of Hermione's hair, to the woman's amusement.
Despite all those years of hiding, embarrassed whenever she wore those glasses, Fleur slowly grew more and more comfortable with wearing them soon enough, especially when Hermione seemed to smile whenever Fleur decided to wear them.
She wasn't comfortable yet with wearing them in public or near their other friends, but sometimes when Hermione came home, she would usually find Fleur curled up on the couch, reading her books with her glasses on.
"What're you reading there? 'How to Fit in with Muggles for Dummies'?" Hermione laughed, as she arrived home one evening.
Fleur pouted, and Hermione nearly melted, seeing Fleur in glasses and pouting? "Well, I happen to have a very muggle girlfriend who just so happens to also be muggleborn and muggle raised," Fleur explained, "she also happens to have a nice taste for fashion, I ought to keep up with her, oui?" She teased, winking.
Not her best move, she would come to realize later on, as Hermione took the book and tossed it aside (to Fleur's shock)before picking Fleur up to their bedroom. She tossed the veela onto the neatly made bed, and quickly crawled on top of her with a smirk.
"Those glasses stay on. Everything else better be off."
EXTRA
"Oh? Fleur, are those new glasses?" A brunette asked, clearly she was at least half veela, as she was Fleur's cousin, "What ever happened to your eyes though?" Clearly, she was looking for trouble too, in Hermione's opinion as she stepped forward with what she hoped was a cocky smile.
"Her eyes happened to be perfect beyond any realistic measure and therefore she needed these to contain the sheer beauty of it, otherwise there'd be all kinds of pointless fights -if you will- all over the place whenever someone took notice of them," Hermione explained, in her best serious voice, making sure to put emphasis on 'pointless fights'. It had taken her five restless nights to reassure Fleur that she was indeed still gorgeous with the glasses, and she would not have some venomous veela ruin it all.
The brunette seemed to take the hint and with her best holy-than-thou expression, complete with her nose turned up into the air, turned and walked off to another group of veelas. Probably trying to ridicule Fleur from afar.
Sighing, Hermione turned to Fleur who held the faintest of blushes with a grateful smile, "Merci, ma amour," She nearly purred as she kissed Hermione, in a room full of her other veela relatives, "I would brace myself if I were you though, some of the full blooded veela seemed to be rather impressed with you … 'defending your mate's honor', don't be surprised when they come to 'congratulate' you," Fleur giggled as Hermione let out a groan.
Prompt: Imagine Person A of your OTP can hardly see without their glasses. After Person B bumps into them, resulting in the glasses being broken, Person B must accompany Person A to get new glasses.
Obviously, I do what I want, so I tweaked and added a few things here and there. Hopefully you enjoyed that piece, I'm just writing as things come to mind, so it might not make sense. Again, sorry for not re-reading anything, I just keep typing new chapters whenever I try to fix something.
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