Anyone up for some overdramatic Hermione here? I'm sure I am! Okay, so I can't live any longer with poor old Hermione and Fleur and the tension. So let's fix it, hmm? Well, get your reading on, go on, do it. I greatly encourage. Oh, and sorry or the delay. This has been half written for a while, so yeah. Anyways, all mistakes are mine, I love all your reviews, so please, ya know, continue those. And without further ado, please,

Enjoy. ~ JoyfulTrouble

Fleur knows. Fleur followed me to the shack, she watched as I turned. How could anyone possible still want be in my life after such a thing? No one. That is why I left. I'd rather take the pain head on, then let it settle deep inside. But it seems even when I left her there, looking at me with such shock on her face, I cannot run away from the pain. It's still there, embedded deep within my bones, aching constantly. Reminding me of what I have lost, of what I'll never have. I did this to myself. I am the one foolish enough to forget when the full moon was, simply because I was too excited about the Yule Ball. Now I have to pay the price.

The price is losing Fleur.

Its a few days after the… incident. Fleur and I haven't talked since. Wait, let me rephrased that, I haven't talked to Fleur since. Fleur keeps trying to make a conversation with me, and I always end up avoiding her. I hate to hear what she has to say. I could only imagine the horrible words, the, I'm sorry, really, but I can't and with that the all too obvious break up. It stings, it really does. It hurts to know it's going to happen, and I know I should let her get it out, so the bomb could just explode, and I could deal with all the damage. But I just can't. I just want to hold on to the little bit of this, of Fleur and I, for as long as I can. And I know, we aren't spending time together, or talking, holding hands or kissing, but I still have the memories. I can still think about them, without feeling the guilt of living in the past. A past with an ex.

The bell rang, signalling the end of class, and the beginning of lunch. I walk out of the class cautiously, as Fleur usually tends to wait outside for me, always attempting to make conversation. Though today she is nowhere in sight. I don't know if this is a good thing, or a bad one.

I continue walking, heading with the flow of people to the Great hall. I was rather hungry, having to leave breakfast early because Fleur sat down with us. I kind of feel guilty, in regards to Harry and Ron. They always look at us in confusion, probably wondering where the happy couple has gone. Ron has even brought it up a few times, asking what has happened. Though it would always go like this:

"Hermione, are you okay? You look glum."

"Oh, it's nothing, Ron. Must be all the homework I have to do."

"That's bonkers, we all know it's not that."

"Just leave it alone, Ron." The conversation would usually end there. Ron would still try to decipher the problem, but he would never push me too far, and I was glad for that.

I push past the people walking towards their tables and head quickly to mine. I wasn't kidding when I said I was hungry. Though about half way to my seat, I see Fleur sitting at the table talking to Ron, who was laughing. I instantly stop in my spot, and someone mutters a curse word as they run into me. I barley even noticed them.

I look at her for a few moments, looking at how she smiles and laughs with Ron, yet it doesn't fully meet her eyes. Her eyes show the true emotion that she is feeling: sadness and confusion. I know I'm the cause of her pain, that my selfishness for wanting to hold onto our relationship is what is hurting her. But I just can't let go, she is the best thing that has happened to me since I became friends with Harry and Ron. And that was four years ago. I don't know what I would do if I lost them, just like I don't know what I would do if I lost Fleur. I guess that is why I keep avoiding her, I am too afraid of the unknown, of what is going to happen afterwards.

I take a step backwards, then I turn fully to walk away and head to the tower. Food doesn't seem that important anymore, and if I did stay to eat, I don't think I could. With Fleur there, saying that it's over, I would lose my appetite anyways. So no point in staying. I only walk a few steps before I hear my name being yelled from behind. It seems I took too long to leave, and now Fleur is once again trying to talk to me.

I walk faster, side stepping past people quickly in hopes of losing Fleur. Though her voice calling my name only gets louder, and there is no stopping the conversation this time.

I make it back in the hallway, where there is less people moving about, and I could hear Fleur's footsteps moving frantically towards me.

"'Ermione!" I yelled, as I quickly jumped in front of Hermione, who once again is trying to avoid me. I probably looked frantic and desperate, but I couldn't care, because I needed to talk to her. She must have noticed my state of stress, because she paused for a moment, before sidestepping me and turning into a secret tunnel behind a painting. I quickly followed her in, and I noticed this was the tunnel that led straight to the Gryffindor Tower.

I stepped in front of her again, looking at her eyes that wouldn't meet my own. I huffed in annoyance, because we didn't need this. We were perfectly fine, and we should still be fine. Though Hermione always tends to think the worse, always expects the worse. But I didn't are, I'd fight for her. I held her shoulders lightly, so she wouldn't walk away this time, "'Ermione, please just listen."

"Fleur, please." She whispered.

"No, I refuse. I want all of zis to stop now. I want you to stop ignoring me, to stop walking faster when you see me in the 'all. I want you to stop making excuses to leave the table whenever I sit down with you.

"I am not, I just-"

"Please don't lie to me, 'Ermione. I don't know what hurts more, being ignored or the lies! I'm your girlfriend 'Ermione! You are supposed to tell me things, and do stuff with me, and be comfortable with me!"

"Will you stop, I want-" Her voice was getting louder.

"I will not stop! You need to-"

"Can you please just-"

"I accept you as-"

"Don't say stuff like that!" Now we were both yelling.

"But it's true!"

"Why are you doing this?!"

"BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!" I finally yelled in frustration. That was defiantly not how I wanted to tell Hermione, but nothing usually seemed to go as planned. "I love you." I say more calmly, dropping my arms to my side and staring into widened eyes. I felt like I was losing Hermione, and the thought scared me. I just wanted this whole ordeal to be over. I wanted to go back to the way we were, lost in the depths of one another. Actually, no, found. I found myself in Hermione. It was right now, that I felt lost. It was this moment that felt like I was in a dark forest, desperately trying to find home, and the brunette was salvation. She's the light to guide me home. She is home.

Hermione takes a step back in surprise, her arms held up slightly almost as if in surrender. I was worried that maybe I scared her. I was worried that I did something wrong. I was worried that she felt obligated to say the words back.

I raised my hands as well, and taking a step forward, I connected our hands. Hermione jumped slightly at the contact, and I start to worry more. I was glad that she hasn't pulled away yet.

Hermione looked at me then, her eyes focusing on me instead of starring at nothing. I smile brightly, starring into her light chocolate eyes. Her gaze was questioning, and I just wanted to make everything better.

"Do you really mean that?" Hermione whispered, and it sounded so uncertain, and so fragile. I couldn't help but kiss her lips and wrapping my arms around her waist, holding her. I pulled away, to look into her eyes, still slightly uncertain, yet they looked warmer; less worried.

"'Ermione, I would never lie to you. I always tell you ze truth. I was telling ze truth when I said I accept you, I was telling ze truth when I said I love you, and I am telling ze truth when I say I still want to be with you, for as long as you want to keep me."

Hermione had tears in her eyes then, and I take my left hand to wipe them away. As soon as I bring my arm back down, Hermione lunged and wrapped her arms around my neck into a tight embrace. I reciprocated just as quickly, holding her tightly around the waist, grounding her to this moment, hoping that she will never forget it. I defiantly won't.

Hermione let out a sob as she continued to cry, and I just rubbed her back soothingly. I knew she needed to get this out, and I was more than willing to be there for her.

"Fleur, I love you, too." Hermione sniffed, gripping my shirt tighter. "And you'll never know how much, because no words can describe the abundance of it."

"Zat sounded like zomthing I would say." I whisper, giggling slightly. This moment couldn't be any more perfect. Hermione and I were finally dealing with the issue at hand, and we both confessed our love. It couldn't be any better. "Now 'ow about we go to your dorm, and cuddle for a bit, hmm?" I asked.

Hermione laughed, nodded her head. She was smiling the whole way there as we both walked to our destination.

Together, hand in hand.

I walk quickly towards the great hall. I was running slightly late and wanted to make it to breakfast. Spotting Hermione, I walk faster to insure I had a spot beside her. After yesterday I was so happy to be able to sit with her again. Yes, it took a confession of mine for her to let me in again, but I guess it made us even. We both had the secret of being gay, and she had her secret of her lycanthropy, and mine was my love for her. Yes, she said it back, but the way she said it. It was like relief, like she believed it, and didn't hide it, but she just didn't want to say it first. I for one didn't want to say it, because I felt that she would feel overwhelmed, or just scare her off even more. I was just glad that it went the way it did.

I walk behind her, and put my hand on her shoulder, so she knew I was there. She looked up at me with that beautiful smile of hers, and I kiss her lips, not being able to wait any longer to feel those soft lips on mine once more.

"Hmm, good morning." I say, and she giggles and reply's in greeting. I sit down beside her, and in front of Ron's new boyfriend, Charlie. I smile at him, and he smiles back. I didn't know him to well, but Ron was head over heels for the man, so he was welcome. I also notice that said red head wasn't at the table at the moment, and I wondered where he was. I thought I was late for breakfast.

"You two are a cute couple." Charlie says, smiling and looking at the two. Hermione blushed lightly and hid her head into the crevice of my neck. I laughed lightly, kissing the top of her head, and said thank you.

"So where is Ron? And Harry?" Hermione asked, still nestled into my side. Charlie looked over to the entrance, but there was still no sign of Ron. He looked back at the couple and just shrugged.

"Harry said he wasn't going to make it to Breakfast today. And Ron is probably just late, is all." And sure enough, Ron came walking into the Grand Hall. His head was down slightly as he fussed with his hair. When he looked up to see where he was going, he must have spotted Hermione and I, because he stopped for a second, then continued towards us slowly.

"Hey Hun, sorry I'm late." Ron said, sitting beside Charlie, "And I see you two have finally got your heads out of you arses." Hermione gawked at his words, and I was trying to hold in a smile.

"Ron, I'll 'ave you know, zat I 'ave a perfect distance between my 'ead, and my derrière." I said, failing to hold in the smile that now painted my features.

"Are you saying I had my head up my ass?" Hermione asked, staring at me with faux anger. I started to laugh as I shook my head.

"She totally is." Ron whispered to Charlie, loud enough for us to hear.

"I am not."

"Are to. You guys had a perfect relationship going, and to all of a sudden completely avoid each other? And when Fleur confronted us and said she didn't know what to do, it was clear that you were worried about something and not opening up to Fleur about it. Hence, your head. Up. Your. Ass.

"Well, fine then. My head is back where it belongs, and Fleur and I are better than ever." Hermione smiled and gave me a kiss… that may have lasted longer than attended.

"Good, because it took you guys long enough to get together, I hate to see it take even longer to get over... whatever happened." Ron smiled and put and arm around Charlie's waist. Hermione, again, was gawking at Ron, and I couldn't help but look at how her noise started to twitch slightly. So cute.

"Took us long enough to get together? Really Ron? Fleur and I got together after a few months of us pining for each other. You got together with Charlie after two years of having a crush on him." With that Ron face planted into his crossed arms, hiding his blush. Charlie just beamed at Hermione's words, and whispered to Ron's ear, "For me it's been three."

Ron lifted his head up and smiled, giving Charlie a peck on the lips.

"So, ah…" Charlie started, running a hand through his hair, "Do they always banter like this?" Charlie finally asks, looking at me shyly. I had to laugh.

"Oh, you 'aven't seen the 'alf of it." I said, and avoided a slap from Hermione. I looked at her with a knowing smile. Ever since I met Ron, he was a very nice person. Extremely nice. Though whenever he was with Hermione, it was like a switch. It wasn't that he got mean, but his jokes turned from non-specific, to a sort of game of who can come up with the best insult. At first I was quite worried about what happened between the two, but after Hermione told her that that is what they did, I didn't worry as much, and quite enjoyed watching the banter.

The group got pretty quiet after that. It was breakfast after all, and I don't know about the others, but I sure was hungry. Ron started to shove food into his mouth as if it would be gone in mere seconds. Charlie was eating at a normal pace, and stopped to smile at Ron every now and then. Hermione, as usual, ate more than any of them, but as usual she tried to hide it.

As we continued to eat, the abundance of owls started to swoosh in with everyone's mail. I always loved to watch them fly down to the tables and hand people their mail. It was funny to see them sometimes landing in others foods. We didn't have it at our school. At our school we each had our own mailboxes that were organized by a very strange women. The owls would come and go, and she'd pay them and put the mail in our boxes. I defiantly like Hogwarts way better.

Just as I was about to take a bit of my toast, and owl screeched and landed dead center unto my plate. Hermione and I both jumped and looked at each other confused. Never have I gotten mail before.

"Are any of you expecting mail?" I ask, looking at the three. They all shook their head no. The owl then looked at me, with a small letter attached to it's leg, and hooted. Without thought, I unhooked the string that held the letter, and gave the owl my toast. It hooted happily and left.

"It is probably just my Maman checking in on 'ow I am doing." I said, because who else would mail me anything?

"That is true, you haven't heard from your mom since Christmas." Hermione said, smiling.

"'Ow did you know zat?" I asked, because, we haven't talked to each other in a while. How could she know something like that?

"Oh, I have my ways." She said, and winked. I felt my knees go weak. I don't know how she has such a large effect on me with such a simple action, but it never stops to amaze me.

I push my plate out of the way, not wanting owl-smashed food. I looked at the letter, noticing that there wasn't a return address. The only thing on the letter was my name, writing in a hand writing I do not know. Now I was more curious of what it said.

I peeled of the wax seal and opened it, it was only a simple piece of paper, not even a card. I pull out the small, yellowed paper, and see a few words written unto it. I quickly hide it, always wanting privacy for these sorts of things. Even if it does happen to be maman, privacy is best. Because if anyone knows maman, they know she has no filter.

I read it and instantly paled at the sight. I didn't know what to do at the moment as fear crashed into me like waves. Noxious waves that made me want to run. Made me want to hide and cry, and simply cower away. Though I won't. I am better than that. I should not feel fear, for all it is, is a single letter, with one sentence. Only a skimpy letter with four words on it. It is nothing. One sentence that is all bark, and no bite. There is no reason to feel afraid.

I school my features, trying my best to smile as I read over the sentence one more time. I didn't want anyone to get worried, since there is nothing to worry about. Though it seems, even if I tell myself not to, fear grows larger every time I read it. That one sentence. That small, small sentence.

I'm coming for you.