Good … day? Night or afternoon depending on whatever time you are reading this. Many thanks to the reviews I got in chapter 2 and 3, fanfiction is actually really slow in delivering these things so I never know on time. Thank you to the new favorites and follows.
This one's a little bit long, there isn't any French, but do expect a lot of mistakes.
Notes: … Nothing for this chapter, just expect a lot of mistakes, finished it late at night and you all should get used to the fact that I probably will never fix anything until a year afterwards when I run out of ideas.
It was very rare for Hermione to ever really get a break from all her work with the Ministry, but whenever it happened, Fleur made sure to give Hermione the break she really deserves. So, instead of staying in England, watching it rain for the 14 days Hermione had been given off, as soon as Hermione returned from work, Fleur had already packed their belongings and told the brunette the wonderful news.
Hermione was surprised, even if this did happen every now and then, it was still nice for her lover to prepare these trips for them both. That morning, the two of them Floo'd over to France, in the fireplace of the Delacour manor. They welcomed instantly by Fleur's family, hugs and kisses were exchanged, though Gabrielle did glare at Hermione for reasons unknown.
By the time the two had unpacked and settled for a quick nap in Fleur's room, it was well into the afternoon and instead of waiting for Apolline to cook something, Fleur decided to take Hermione out. The two quickly found themselves attracted to a cute cafe, that served small snacks and treats.
"Oh Merlin, look at all these cakes, there's no way I could just choose one," Hermione groaned, flipping through the menu they had been given, "have you been here before, Fleur? Do you recommend anything?" She asked, biting her lip.
Fleur just shook her head with a smile, "Sorry, 'Ermione, I think zis place is new, but you are right … zey all seem to be very good, why don't we just order a lot, and if we don't finish it or like it, we could always bring it back for Gabrielle and Maman," Fleur suggested, smirking.
Hermione just laughed, quietly so, and nodded, "Alright, that sounds good. Are you sure though? I really don't need to give Gabrielle another reason to keep glaring at me," She reasoned.
Fleur gave Hermione a soft smile, "Don't worry about it, I'm sure she'll warm up to you soon. Gabrielle also happens to have a sweet tooth and will probably eat anything, just like you, ma amour," with that, Fleur proceeded to laugh as Hermione fired protest after protest, denying that she had a sweet tooth or any kind of addiction to sweets.
A waitress came shortly afterwards to write their order, which were just a few cakes and two glasses of water despite their claims to take everything on the menu just minutes before. The same waitress returned, bringing Fleur her cheesecake and Hermione her chocolate cake. The two did more talking than actually eating, which was rather normal, and the people working there didn't seem to mind that the two were taking up the space.
Hermione was halfway through an explanation of telling Fleur why she should read Hogwarts: A History, the revised Edition, when she came face to face with Fleur's spoon that held a piece of the French veelas cheesecake. Blinking, she looked up at Fleur's eyes instead of the cake, questioning her silently.
"Well? Say 'Ahh' my dear, I wouldn't think you'd have a problem with that especially when you did so very passionately last night," Fleur said cheekily, and Hermione chomped down on the spoon quickly, ears turning red as she prayed that no one around them actually knew English to hear that.
"Oh! Wait, Hermione!" Hermione looked up, once again silently questioning Fleur who motioned for her to stay still, the blonde leaned closer and Hermione, who frowned, silently telling the veela she better not tackle her and do unspeakable things to her right on the table. However, she was shocked when she felt a tongue lick the corner of her mouth, leaving the area wet and … oddly lighter?
She turned to Fleur who was licking her own lips, wearing a very satisfied expression on her face. Blinking, Hermione eyes then widen as she realize what had happened. She stood up abruptly, hand down on the table as she leaned over to Fleur, who was quite shocked to say the least.
"Give that back! It was mine!" Hermione demanded, nearly whining.
Fleur blinked, What? "'Ermione, dear, that was my cheesecake, and I was getting that piece off of your cheek," Fleur replied, trying to help her lover see reason, "'Ermione, please, there's no way you can mmph-"
Without any hesitation, Hermione quickly stepped around the table and seated herself on Fleur's lap. She didn't give Fleur a chance to say anything else as she wrapped her arms tightly around the French woman's lovely neck and then tried to shove her tongue down Fleur's throat - literally - trying to find the cheesecake piece the French woman had 'stolen' from her moments prior.
It didn't end well, and the poor French veela nearly died to her lovers kiss. It was a story that Hermione never failed to tell others, years later at many veela-family gatherings.
Once they returned back to the Delacour manor (with Fleur apologizing, red-faced and out of breath, for disturbing the other customers with their behavior), it was obvious that Hermione was determined to give Fleur the cold shoulder. So cold, that even Gabrielle pitied her sister.
Apolline was greatly amused, after all, every couple went through this, and she knew her daughter would have to pull every single string in the book to get her lover to even look at her properly again.
"'Ermioneeee…" Fleur drawled out, draping herself over the bushy haired woman who was staring quite intently at the book she held in a death grip. "It was a piece of cheesecake, I can get you another one if you'd like, a whole one! All to yourself!" Fleur tried, stroking her cheek, but Hermione was determined to continue reading. Or at least ignore all of Fleur's whining and cooing.
Apolline smirked, hiding it by sipping her tea, "Fleur, I believe it was a great offense you did to your mate, I don't think it'd be that easy to earn forgiveness," and she nearly choked on her laughter when Fleur sent a scowl at her and turned to Hermione with a pathetic pout and teary eyes.
Oh how great it was to watch your daughter suffer through the ups and downs of a relationship.
"'Ermione~ Would you look at me, ma chaton?" Fleur purred, twirling Hermione's lock of hair. The brunette was still reading through the book, and ever since Fleur started purring all over Hermione, she seemed to be stuck on page 127 for quite some time, giving Fleur hope. Though, it would be a tough call, Hermione was still not responding to anything.
"'Ermione? Am I that ugly to look at, are you bored of me already, ma petite chérie?" Fleur continued on, letting her voice drop to that of a teary eyed lover, hoping Hermione would turn over to see if she was actually crying.
No such luck.
"'Ermione! I'm going to be angry, it was just cheesecake, and it's not like I wanted to take it from you, I was trying to help!" Fleur said, now pretending to be frustrated, maybe … just hopefully, this would spark up an argument. A heated argument that would result in wild, uncontrollable, mouth watering, eyeball rolling, nail breaking …
Hermione's book snapped shut. Then, Hermione detached herself from Fleur and left for the kitchen, leaving the veela lying defeated on the couch, pretending to be dead as her mother strained to hold in the tears and laughter that were just ready to break out.
Fleur eventually returned from the dead and followed Hermione to the kitchen. The bushy haired woman seemed to be looking through the fridge for something and Fleur saw her chance to jump. And jump she did.
Fleur quietly stepped behind her and wrapped her arms around her lover's waist, pressing herself against Hermione's back as she leaned her head forward onto her shoulders, tilting her head, she purred quietly into Hermione's ear, "Looking for somezing, 'Ermione?"
Hermione body jerked suddenly, closing the fridge with a loud snap, her elbows jabbing Fleur in the ribs from the action, leaving the veela on the floor, moaning dramatically and holding her 'life threatening wound' while withering on the floor in pain.
Hermione didn't bother looking down, and after nearly stepping on Fleur's blond locks, the part veela quickly stood up, and once again latched herself onto Hermione from behind. This time her lover was standing just in front of the stove, mixing something that looked like soup.
Instead of using words, this time Fleur was more direct. She pressed her lips gently against Hermione's exposed back. Leaving at least three kisses before she moved upwards, kissing and licking her shoulders before her arms came to play, locking Hermione's arms to her sides so no unexpected attack would come.
Smirking, Fleur then suddenly spun Hermione right around, and pinned her on her back, over the counter table. Unfortunately, Hermione's eyes were shut quite tightly, but Fleur continued to smirk and work her 'magic'. She dove in, making marks along Hermione's neck as one of her hands left Hermione's locked wrists to skirt around her shirt.
Just as Hermione opened her mouth, most likely to moan or encourage Fleur's very skilled hand to continue further, Gabrielle skipped into the kitchen, and looked quite horrified at what was happening right in front of her eyes. She screamed an ear piercing scream, and pointed at Fleur who was snarling in anger.
"Maman! Fleur is eating 'Ermione!" The youngest Delacour cried, running away from the kitchen as Fleur cursed loudly in French while throwing her head back, frustrated. Underneath her, Hermione seemed to recompose herself and twisted herself away from Fleur, leaving the part veela to deal with her laughing mother and terrified sister in the kitchen.
Fleur huffed as she gave the case in front of her an evil look. Yes, she was willing to do this. Yes, she was willing to stoop this low and actually do this to get Hermione's love and affection once more. She quickly equipped the sleek glasses blinking to adjust to her new HD vision before she began to seek out Hermione.
It was rather late, even the sun began to set, and Fleur found Hermione sitting on the rooftops with a cup of coffee watching the sun set. It was perfectly romantic, in Fleur's opinion of course.
She sat herself next to Hermione, cuddling up to her and clinging onto her arm. When Hermione didn't seem to respond, Fleur leaned her head over onto Hermione's shoulder, watching silently as her girlfriend took a sip of her coffee. At last, Fleur sighed, pulling back to stare at Hermione.
"'Ermione? Ma amour, are you honestly going to do this to me? I … I can't handle this if you keep doing this," Fleur said as her lip quivered, truly. "Hermione, please… just look?" She pleaded, gently grabbing onto Hermione's shoulders.
To her surprise, Hermione turned. At last.
Hermione was initially surprised to see Fleur wearing her glasses, and nearly in tears - fake or not - Hermione was certainly falling for the trap. She frowned, growled and the pat Fleur's head, sighing before she stood up and looked behind her shoulder, beckoning Fleur to follow as she re-entered the house.
Naturally, Fleur followed quickly, only to lose Hermione in the halls of the manor. For once, she cursed her family's wealth and her mother's decision to buy the - in her words - "Ze biggest fuck off house in ze history of ever!"
Finally giving up, the veela returned to her room, utterly defeated. She returned her glasses back into the case and changed into her sleepwear before readying herself for the night. She brushed her teeth and let herself fall on the bed, over the sheets. It had been a long day for the veela and she fell asleep while planning for the next day.
After she was sure Fleur was asleep, Hermione quietly crept into Fleur's room, silently closing the door as she made her way over to the bed. She frowned as she saw that her lover fell asleep over the blankets instead of sleeping under the blankets. Shaking her head, she levitated Fleur, and tucked her before she crawled into the blankets as well.
She'd never admit to Fleur, but she did find teasing very fun. That, and the fact that she did enjoy how romantic and silly Fleur was, hell even the pampering was very very nice. She made a note to repay Fleur properly tomorrow, but definitely not in the kitchen or on a table for a very long time.
EXTRA/EDIT
Without any hesitation, Hermione quickly stepped around the table and seated herself on Fleur's lap. She didn't give Fleur a chance to say anything else as she wrapped her arms tightly around the French woman's lovely neck and then tried to shove her tongue down Fleur's throat - literally - trying to find the cheesecake piece the French woman had 'stolen' from her moments prior.
Unfortunately, everyone around them seemed to stop everything and watch the two. They all completely misunderstood the situation, believing the two to be basking in their pure love. However, Hermione Granger was quite famous, even in France, the news of her getting together with Fleur Delacour was now mostly accepted. Though everyone knew that the two were quite mysterious, and rarely ever displayed public displays of affection or even appeared together in public.
For the people witnessing the famous Hermione Granger sucking Fleur Delacour's mouth out , they could only assume that their relationship had taken a dramatic step forward.
They couldn't see either of their fingers, but all of a sudden they all stood and applauded, congratulated them in a mix of French and English.
The confused Hermione Granger stood, angry, "What is the meaning of this?! NO! Fleur give me back the cake, and the rest of you - DON'T ENCOURAGE HER!"
Prompt: Imagine Person A of your OTP upsetting Person B and spending most of the day trying to earn their forgiveness, being especially affectionate and sweet. Whether Person B forgave them or not, they leave Person A in suspense because they like the extra attention.
I really hope you enjoyed it, I actually enjoyed writing this chapter. Remember to put it on your favorite or follow if you are anticipating for more! Review if you're feeling particularly nice! Even if it's in another language, I have friends who can translate (because I don't trust google translate).