Thank you for your kind reviews and all the follows, favorites and just … thank you for reading this and all, nearly broke the 500 views, (494 highest). It seemed people enjoyed how Fleur cannot work her way through muggle things, or maybe they just enjoyed raging-Hermione, but I worked that into this one.

… It might not be as funny, and I don't usually write serious stuff, but I tried. The next one might be funnnier. Hint: Ducks. and Veelas.

Notes: … "The usual" AND there might be some things I wrote that you might not agree with. I have never been in a relationship of any kind, so I can't say I know anything I'm basing this on what society has taught me so far: lots of tears, dramatic heartbreak, and often times a gift to make it all better.

That makes me sound like a douchebag … I'll shut up before I make myself look any worse. Please enjoy.

Fleur hummed to herself as she made her way down the stairs. Hermione nearly broke her heart that morning, when she had woken up the veela with the sound of the front door closing, but today was a special day and Fleur was certain that it'd end on a happy note. With that in mind, the veela pulled out her wand and retrieved a book, a cookbook. Humming even louder, she tucked the book under her arm as she skipped into the kitchen.

"Now then," She said, letting the humming fade away for now, "let's see if there's something sweet enough for my dear Hermione in this …"

The veela then took a few hours just turning over the pages of the book, folding her corner of the pages she was sure to look back to again. When an hour had passed, Fleur let out a small sigh, "So many to choose from … and I don't know how much time I have either," she noted, all too aware of her lover's erratic schedule.

Fleur took in a deep breath and continued reading, a few more minutes rolled by, until she finally stumbled upon something she was sure that the two of them would certainly enjoy for the evening. With a wide smile, she spelled the book, making sure that the page wouldn't flip or turn over. With a goal finally set in mind, the veela was finally ready to get to work.

Though … there was one problem, she realized as she turned her head side to side, eyeing the kitchen appliances lying all over the kitchen. Fleur had the ability to cook very simple dishes, an egg, make a sandwich, soup … maybe (she was usually the one to just throw things in or stir), even then, usually she cooked with Hermione. Out of the two of them, Hermione was definitely the safer one to be left in the kitchen alone, but …

"Well then, there's always a first for everything," Fleur decided, brushing the entire matter off her shoulder, she was a veela after all, surely it shouldn't be too hard without Hermione, she could probably even surprise her even more than she had planned.

Everyone working with the ministry would probably be found frowning, scowling, trembling in fear, or in worst cases: buried head first into mountains of paperwork. They weren't overworked, but boy did they wish they were at the moment.

After all, Hermione Granger was running in every department, and anyone caught slacking off, smiling or not doing anything productive were quickly punished and subjected to a lecture where many were ready to rip their ears off and tuck into their pockets. It was not a good day for anyone, and it was probably the shittest day Hermione has ever had.

Normally, she wouldn't have minded coming in on a day off, getting an emergency call that she was needed on duty at the last second, in fact she was probably more than happy to be of any help to aiding magical Britain stand back on its feet. But when she found herself getting called in to be a babysitter? When she had previous plans? When they decided that she, of all possible people, should be called in to watch over the fools who couldn't even get through the small packs of paper sheets?

It was an absolute waste of time, so excuse her for her 'terrible' behavior today.

She continued her dark thoughts as she stormed her way down an empty hall, and nearly snapped off the heads of the couple she had caught making out in the closet. As if the gods above needed to provoke her with anything else.

By the end of the day, her legs were sore, there were probably blisters on her feet, her throat was sore (and Fleur was not to blame this time), and the worst was probably the blood pounding in her head, hammering a headache down on her. She grumbled and growled her way over to the floo services, after realizing that her mind was not up for casting anything at the moment to make it home.

Upon seeing the familiar loveseat, lamp, and carpet in front of the fireplace she stood in, Hermione let a loud and long sigh escape as she dropped herself onto the loveseat, throwing away her coat and shoes to the side. She closed her eyes, the hammering in her head seemed to have started to fade away, which was probably a good sign. After all, she didn't want Fleur to see her in such a foul mood. Not today of all days.

She stopped her thoughts when she thought of Fleur. What had the French veela been up to today? Where was she anyway? Maybe she hadn't heard her, but what was she doing then?

As tired as she was, she found that her curiosity was probably clouding her mind right now and so she let herself drop onto the floor, she let out a groan. That wasn't what she had planned, she was supposed to be on her feet.

"Legs? Hello?" She found herself sarcastically summoning strength to her legs, and after a few minutes, she was up again, on her feet although slightly wobbly.

"Fleur?" She groaned as loud as she could, which wasn't very loud since she had spent all day yelling at other people. "Darling? Fleurrrrrrr?" Sadly, she received no answer again. Before she was about to call again, and probably use a Patronus to do the job instead, she paused and took a long sniff into the air. It was an odd smell, familiar, but she couldn't place a certain name onto it …

"Aguamenti!" A sudden cry came from the kitchen, and all of a sudden her sore legs were the last thought on Hermione's mind as she dashed for the kitchen, stumbling her way in as she assessed what she saw.

The counter was filled with a lot of … trash. Cracked eggs, spilt milk, powder on every corner, and flour just about all over the surface. That didn't matter, those wouldn't harm Fleur, she quickly crossed the kitchen, coming to Fleur's side where the French veela had pocketed her wand. In front of the two witches, was a burnt and deformed oven.

"'Ermione? 'Ermione!" Ah. Hermione was quickly brought back to reality when the shock faded away, she found Fleur's concerned face in front of her own, and all at once, the exhaustion kicked in. She leaned forward, into Fleur's ready arms, as she let out another long and heavy sigh. "'Ermione … what is wrong?" The French woman asked, highly concerned.

"Fleur, what were you doing?" Hermione asked, muttering into Fleur's shirt. She was tired, the kitchen was a mess and who knew what else Fleur decided to mess around with in the kitchen. "You know I already tell you all the time not to mess around with muggle things, especially in the kitchen," she continued, getting more irritated as she started piling up all the things that 'went wrong'.

"I know that, oui … I thought I could do it, I see you doing it more than often and besides, you were the one who had to leave. I was planning to do it with you since we both know I am incapable of doing anything in the kitchen," Fleur replied bitterly as she stroked Hermione's hair back.

"Fleur that's … I …," Again, Hermione sighed, and growled afterwards into Fleur's shirt. She held the other woman in a tight grip, scaring the blond for a second before she pulled away. She let her hands run into her hair, and her eyes close even for a second.

"I'm going to take a shower," Hermione said slowly, and quietly, she just didn't have the strength to do anymore. "I'll probably fall asleep afterwards, as should you … I'll clean that up tomorrow, okay?" Not waiting for an answer, she quickly turned around, and headed for the stairs. If she had her way, she'd just strip and fall onto the bed, but sadly she had an unfortunately run-in with the owls in the owlery today. Another thing that went wrong in her day today, she realized with a barely-concealed snarl.

Before another thought could make its way into her head, something else hit the back of her head, making the hammering headache come back twice as hard as before. She let out a yelp and a groan before turning her head around, wonder just what the hell was able to nail her in the head. Looking down, she realized that Fleur had just nailed her in the head with her own book, Hogwarts: A History the original edition.

She narrowed her eyes as she turned to look for the blond veela who would throw the book at her, even when she made it clear she was just about ready to collapse on the ground from exhaustion. However, all angry thoughts, all irritated feelings, and annoying headaches were suddenly void from her mind as she took in Fleur's state.

No, she wasn't even fast enough to take a double take as Fleur turned on her heels and disappeared. It was only the sound of the door being harshly shut that brought her back to her wits. She let a few seconds go, wondering what just happened, what she just saw before she pieced everything together.

Fleur just left.

Fleur just left in tears.

Fleur just left in tears, because of her.

Fleur just left in tears, because of her, and she might have just left. For good. Out of Hermione's life.

Without wasting another second, sore legs be damned to hell, she gave chase, dashing down the stairs and nearly tripping as she made it through the door, giving no shits if it closed or not. She frantically looked from side to side, her mind was not working at the moment, the thought of casting 'Point Me' was nowhere in her mind as she concentrated on hearing Fleur's footsteps down the street to her left.

Again, she was running, desperately so, chasing after the veela who was in emotional distress. As Fleur's footsteps seemed to grow weaker, Hermione panicked, she turned to where she last heard the sound and turned, taking shortcuts and jumping past fences and the like.

Soon, her wild chase lead her to the other side of the town, in front of the other forest, much different from the one that their house had behind their yard. Again, she searched frantically for any sign of the blonde veela as she panted and leaned onto her knees. Even with adrenaline running through her veins, she was tired and she had no idea how long she could last, how long she would be able to keep this chase up. If she had her way, she would go on forever, until she found the veela.

Speaking of the 'devil', she caught a flash of silvery blond in the corner of her eye, along with the echoing of footsteps to her right. In sudden movements, Hermione turned, but finally, her knees gave in, losing all its strength, sending Hermione down onto the floor swiftly.

"Fuck!" The normally classy lady cursed, as she hit the floor ungracefully. She glared down at her useless legs as she took a few seconds to breath before attempting to stand again. As her elbows lifted her upper body up, she felt a hand behind her shoulders and her breath was caught in her throat.

Looking up, she found herself looking into icy blue eyes, with a little red in the corners, confirming the fact that she had in fact been in tears just … minutes? hours? ago when Hermione first began chasing her. That didn't matter now, not to Hermione, who flung her arms around Fleur, and wrapped the blond tightly into her arms.

Her mind was blurred from that point, all she saw was Fleur's eyes, glowing with love, hurt, hope and sadness. She could only register Fleur's arms holding her, carrying her bridal style, she didn't know where the veela was taking her, but she didn't care. Nothing mattered. Nothing at all. Fleur was still here, Hermione managed to find her … Fleur found her, but still.

"'Ermione?" Fleur's quiet voice roused her awake from … that was definitely not a dream. Quickly, Hermione's eyes shot open, blinking up to Fleur's eyes, afraid the French woman was not there again. "Are you awake?"

"Uh … I," Hermione coughed, again surprised that her throat was that sore. "I'm awake. I'm awake now," She answered, as she concluded that they were in the park, she was sleeping on Fleur's lap on the bench. "Fleur, I-"

Before Hermione could continue, Fleur cut in, leaning down and pressed the lightest of kisses to stop the inevitable rant, pulling back only slightly, she closed her eyes, "Don't worry. I understand, I understand now," She said, her words holding a mysterious edge that Hermione did not want to chance with.

Hermione panicked again, and wrapped her arms around Fleur's neck, pulling the woman down again, and pressed their lips together. Hermione desperately hoped this would help get the message across. Whatever horrible thought Fleur had, be it breaking up or starting another argument, hopefully this kiss would chase away all of those. Pulling back, nearly breathless, Hermione gazed up into Fleur's gaze, "Even if you understand, I want to … I need to tell you," Hermione insisted as she held Fleur right where she was, nose to nose. " … I actually don't know, what I should say, but I do know that … I don't want you to leave, I didn't want to upset you, I don't know what I did to drive you away, Fleur … I know I've been unbearable since I got home, I'm sorry," She murmured.

Throughout her explanation, Fleur continued to hold eye contact, a reassuring act on Hermione's behalf. When Hermione finished, Fleur held the silence for a moment before she leaned down and kissed Hermione again, softly.

"Oui … je sais … I heard you groaning and collapsing down, I just wanted to surprise you so I kept watching you instead of watching … well, I'm sure you already know I was trying to make a cake. I should've waited for you, ma amour, instead of doing it all myself," Fleur replied.

In return, Hermione pulled Fleur down for even more kisses, each slow and gentle, "No. I think … you are more than capable to do something with clear instructions to follow … it was my fault, I should've helped you, I … I just wanted to surprise you today, too. Until they called me this morning. Everything was ruined since the morning," Hermione groaned, as she scooted down, away from Fleur's lap as she sat up snuggling right next to Fleur.

"I do have to admit that I woke up slightly heart broken," Fleur commented, "when the door woke me up."

"Sorry. Again," Hermione sighed, "This is probably the crappiest day I've had. Ever. I had to leave you on our anniversary, give you a heart break right in the morning, run around all day, yell at everyone working in the ministry, come back home and take it out on you, upset you, and almost chased you into a forest," Hermione let out a bark of laughter, as she leaned her head over to Fleur's shoulder. "I really fucked it up," she added.

Again, a moment of silence passed before Hermione took her wand out and in a show of impressive nonverbal magic, she enlarged a hidden package in her pockets and into her hand. Wordlessly she passed it into Fleur's empty hands, giving her a smile, pressing for her to open it.

Slowly, Fleur unwrapped the package carefully, and raised an eyebrow when she saw an object that resembled a … sphere?, she turned it from side to side, examining it before she turned back to Hermione, "Is this a muggle item?" She asked her, and Hermione nodded with a smile.

"I think I showed you this before, it's a snowglobe. Remember the time I turned one upside down and all the 'snow' fell down?" She asked, and she watched with loving eyes as Fleur's lit up with recognition and adoration at the mention. "However," She cut in, grabbing the veela's attention again, "that's not all. Turn the knob there," she instructed and she saw how Fleur's eyes widen.

"Is this … what do you call it … the box…"

"Yes, a music box, darling," Hermione chuckled as Fleur flushed and turned the knob obediently.

As soon as Fleur turned the knob fully, and released it, the familiar high soft notes emitted from the globe, along with that, all the 'snow' within the globe kicked up and started moving on its own accord inside thanks to the knob controlling the inside. Fleur watched and listened, entranced with the charm of the globe while Hermione watched, burning this memory forever into her mind. This may have been their first fight, and a rather bad one, but at the rate things were going, it seemed like they would survive it, and come to learn some new things about each other.

"'Ermione … it ended." Fleur sudden shook Hermione as the 'snow' in the globe started to slow down and sink down again. The veela tried to shake it to kick the 'snow' up when Hermione cupped her hands over the globe. "'Ermione?" She questioned, raising her head to meet Hermione's lips in a surprise kiss.

"I love you Fleur. All of you, you and your mistakes, and I want to protect your fragile veela heart," Hermione confessed quietly, but soundly as she pulled back.

In return, Fleur moved forward to capture Hermione's lips, "Oui … je t'aime aussi, I love that temper of yours, I love you so much … I want to be the one to help you through all your stresses and troubles, ma amour," she confessed.

Under the moonlight, the two lovers managed to organize their life back into order. They both admit that this was probably slightly more intense than just a 'first fight', and hoped the next would not be as intense or come so soon.

EXTRA

"Mom. You're terrible," Adaline Granger Delacour stated in a matter of fact tone as she gave her mother her best glare, or a the best glare a five year old could dish out.

Hermione Granger Delacour looked up, absolutely puzzled, from the book in her hands to her daughter, raising an eyebrow, "And just what did I do to have been labeled as 'Terrible' by my own daughter?" She asked.

"You made Mommy cry!" Adaline cried, running up to Hermione's legs, wrapping her tiny arms around them, "She's running away now, I saw her! On the swings in the park!" And without another word, Hermione scooped the wailing Adaline into her arms and broke out into a sprint to the doors, gods knew she had never let their first fight escape her mind. The words 'Cry' and 'Running away' associating with a certain Fleur Delacour Granger did not sit well with her.

Before she could work out another sensible thought, she tore the door open and was met with several bright flashes. She recoiled, taking a few steps back and covered her eyes. When the flashes died off, she took a peak and felt her jaw drop several feet.

"Hey there 'Mione. Lookin' good!" Ginny teased, waving the magical camera around, then she turned to Adaline, "Hello there, Baby Fleur, good job baiting your Mom out. That was some mighty fine acting if I must say so myself," she praised the girl who was no longer wailing or crying her eyes out.

"Wait … what?" Hermione asked, blinking as she tried to piece together what the hell was happening. "Fleur. Fleur! Where's Fleur?!" She demanded, shaking Ginny.

"B-Backyard! Luna and Harry were recording from the back!" She told the bushy haired woman who froze upon realizing that she had been set up.

"Seriously!? Is our love life that entertaining for you guys!?" She demanded, shaking Ginny with more force than necessary.

"That would be your fault, ma amour, they do not believe that you would actually break out running," Fleur sudden appeared, easing Hermione off of Ginny while taking Adaline (Baby Fleur) into her arms. "After all, the brightest witch of the era running and not using magic like the calm, cool, collected witch she is idolized for being? Unheard of," she teased.

"This isn't over yet. Just wait 'till I dig up all the dirt I have on every single of you, imagine what would happen the next time we have a big family gathering and I just accidently have to show everyone?" Hermione muttered darkly.

Fleur only grinned and kissed her, their daughter - unfortunately a French romantic at heart - approving such a gesture with a happy smile, "That's fine, love, after all, we have this to make up for every thing you have on us."

There was just no winning against Fleur (Granger) Delacour.

Prompt: Imagine your OTP having their first fight. Person B gets really mad and Person A runs out in tears. Person B chases after them until they finally find them crying. How do they comfort them?

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