Hey guys, Ah… sorry for the delay. That is what happens when I get major writters block. Every day I tried to write something, and I came up with nothing. So finally, I got it done, and here it is! Nothing very plot forwarding, just a cute little moment. I'm also not fully happy with it, but it is better than nothing.
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Please, enjoy ~ JoyfulTrouble
The snow on the ground was starting to melt as the temperature raised. With the now murkier weather, most people opted to stay inside, leaving most of the places in the castle crowded. This was annoying since the library wasn't quiet anymore. It was littered with people, who continued conversations in whispers, which is now a constant, irritating noise in the background. It was the sad truth, and I have now resulted in using the common room to study in.
What seemed to be a good outcome of the large expanse of students is finally getting to see Fleur's room. After hearing that each Beauxbaton gets their own room, I was excited to see Fleur's. I wanted to see how she decorated it and other little things she deemed special, but I also wanted a quiet place to be. The blonde has already been in my quarters, with my dangerously large stacks of books, and my two pictures on my bed stand: one of my parents, the other of the Weasley's and Harry. I needed to get another one, of Fleur and me. I opt to get it the next time we go to Hogsmeade together.
Fleur's room was and wasn't what I expected. Other than the basic furniture, and the light blue walls, there wasn't much personalization to it. I do understand that this is only a temporary room, and that her room at home is probably much more Fleur. The only thing that was in here that wasn't automatically given was some of the books scattered around the room, one picture on the dresser of three blondes, which I assumed was her mom, sister, and her, and a poster of…
"Imagine Me and You?" I asked, looking over at a blushing Fleur. It is indeed a great movie, but it was also a muggle movie.
"Oui, I found ze movie one day, and I loved it." She moved over to her bed and sat down, which I did as well. "So when I came crossed ze poster, I got it."
"So you just randomly stumbled upon a copy of the movie?"
"Well, no," Fleur was blushing even more now, and I had the urge to both comfort her and tease her about it. "I 'ave, always 'ad a fascination with ze muggle world, and when my family went to a trip to London, I found it in a store as we were exploring ze area."
She averted her gaze and looked at her fingers, which were moving rapidly. I found her nervousness cute, especially since there was no reason for it. When I noticed that Fleur had no intention to look back at me, and her nervousness seemed to continue, I tried to comfort her by continuing the topic.
"So why did you have such a fascination with the muggle world?"
"I never really knew."
I nodded my head, but then I quickly thought about her response. "You never knew? As in past tense?"
"Oui, I now like to think my interest of ze muggle world iz because my beautiful mate iz muggle-born." She smirked, and all I could do was laugh.
"Fleur Delacour, are you trying to flirt with me?"
"And if I am?" Fleur asks, as she nudges closer to me on the bed. I couldn't help but giggle.
"Well," I started, as she scooted closer, and our hips are now touching, "You have a funny way of doing it."
Fleur moved even closer then, tilting her body towards me. My heart starts to pound in a fast beat, and my breathing quickens. I look at Fleur eyes, back and forth between the two of them, and all I see is a determined look. Almost like one of a predator, and I would have sworn she was going to pounce and capture my lips into the hold of hers. Though she doesn't, she surprises me as she leans in slowly and gently places her lips unto mine.
I instantly reciprocate, its second nature to me whenever Fleur touches me. She holds my hand, I link our fingers together. She kisses me, I kiss her back with abandon. She hugs me, I hold her as if I'd lose her. It was just natural. It was like we've been dating for years and not months. But it didn't take long at all, and I could only think it was the bond we have, that we are mates, that just makes us know what the other needs. What the other wants.
And I could never really explain it. Even as I sit alone thinking about her, her kisses and her touches, she always seems to know what I need at that moment. I always wondered how she knew, until one day, I felt the need to hug her, and when I did, I actually felt the tension from the blonde leave her body and float away. It was just a sense, and the only way I could start to understand how was our bond.
I lick her lip, asking her for permission, and Fleur pulls back with a grin on her face. I look at her in confusion, but she finally pounces and I let out a yelp. We land backwards unto her bed, Fleur placing her hands on either side of my head. I look up at her, into her eyes, and I just couldn't help but to stare. They were a dark shade of blue, like a sapphire, bold and beautiful. Though in these moments, Fleur's eyes had two colours of blue swirling around her pupil. It was a bright blue, almost neon for it seemed to glow like a light in her eyes. I knew that was the veela side of her, but it just made Fleur more beautiful, because in these moments, both parts of her were at the surface. Both could be seen.
I always wondered if my eyes did the same. If there was a transition point between my eyes to the wolf's. I could certainly feel it beneath my skin. But I was getting used to it now. It always seemed to behave when I was around Fleur. Well, when I say behave, I mean it doesn't try to take over. It just nags at me if I'm not kissing her or holding her hand. Which, in all honesty, I don't mind doing. What is starting to be an issue though, is my wolf is getting agitated by the fact that I've been keeping my pants on when I'm around her. But that was a can of I-really-don't-want-to-deal-with-that-issue-at-the-moment kind of thing. The moment that I do want to deal with, is Fleur hovering above me, and growling.
Fleur actually growled, growled. It was a soft one, as she nuzzled our noses, but it was still enough to make me laugh. After a moment, Fleur joined me as well.
"Shouldn't that be my thing? You know, with the whole werewolf ––hmmp!" Fleur cut me off with a kiss. She pulled back just as quickly as she came in, smiling.
"Désolé, you were saying?" The blonde asked in a light, mocking tone.
"Well, I was trying to say––" Again, I was cut off with a much longer, much deeper kiss. I kissed her with just the same force, threading my fingers through her blonde tresses.
"What were you saying?" I blurted, breathlessly. My mind had gone hazy at that point, and all I could think about was Fleur's ever soft lips, and how it should be illegal that they left mine. Fleur just started to giggle as I slowly opened my eyes. She was looking at me in amusement, and I couldn't figure out why.
"You were ze one talking, ma Cheri."
"Oh, right, right… Never mind then, nothing important." I looked up at Fleur, and watch as her eyes darken, lips part, and breath quickens. I swear I could hear her heart beating at the same rapid rhythm as my own. I bet our thoughts are the same as well as I surge upward and mend our lips together. With a smile she kisses me with just as much force. Then she moans and I'm gone. I am lost into the moment, filled with heated kissed and having both the wolf and I in control at once. Both getting what we desire most. Both content in the moment.
Not fully content. Maybe less clothing. I push the thought away immediately, knowing full well that the wolf would have thought that at one point.
I licked her bottom lip, asking desperately for entry. I couldn't wait any longer to be closer to Fleur. It is a must.
She backs away slowly, and before I could even look at her confused, she bites my lower lip lightly, and I gasp. Fleur takes the opportunity and deepens the kiss, tongues slightly grazing together. If I was gone before. Now I am lost and drowning in bliss.
I could kiss Fleur for hours if I wasn't in constant need for oxygen. The way her silk like lips touches my own, and shoots bolts of electricity through my body. I couldn't get enough, it was like a hunger. A hunger that only seemed to dimmer when we were together. I wondered if that hunger would ever disappear completely. I wondered if I even wanted it to.
Our lips parted slowly, both of us breathing heavily, sharing the same air as our eyes fluttered opened. I could never get enough of Fleur, and just by parting ever so slightly, seemed to almost be too much to handle. But feeling Fleur's body laying against my own, it was still amazing. No, it was more than amazing. It was perfect.
I gazed up at Fleur, her eyes filled with tons of emotions, filled so above its capacity that it seemed to over flow into my heart. As if I could feel every single emotion she felt. I did though, my own emotions mirrored hers, and that was the beauty of all this. All these emotions and sensations and feelings. We both felt them; it wasn't one sided, we both loved each other and even though we only said it once, and not but a week ago, it is clear as day in Fleur's now completely bright blue eye's
"I love ze colour of your eyes like zis, ma belle." Fleur said, as she lightly brushed a lock of my hair behind my ear, "It is like ze colour of fire: bright and filled with power."
I smiled shyly, knowing that my eyes do shine just like Fleur's: with the beast lurking beneath our skin. Hers ware so beautiful to look at, and I wondered how she looked like as a complete veela. Open and exposed in her most dangerous yet venerable state. Venerable in the sense of judgment, just like how I thought she would judge me. How I thought she would hate me and leave me. I would never do something like that to her, and now I realize my judgment was the one that was wrong.
I hid my face in the crook of her neck, thinking of how pathetic I was the past week. I just didn't think, even though how rare that is, it's true. I was overfilled with embarrassment.
I breath in deeply, taking in the strong sent that is all Fleur. The bitter sweetness that smells like vanilla and lemons. It's so calming and relaxing, all my worries just disappear. I could stay her forever and be content.
"I love yours." I mumble into her neck, which causes Fleur to shiver. I couldn't help the large grin that paints my features. "Your eye's look like the sea when the sun shines upon it."
That was the last thing we said to each other for a while. We chose to just lay there, my head resting in the crook of her neck, and our arms holding each other in a warm embrace. It was perfect, but there was something on my mind. Sadly, there always seemed to be.
"Hey, Fleur?" I started, not really knowing how to continue. This does seem to be a touchy subject. I could tell as her whole body tensed as she held me. Ever since she got that letter, she has always shrugged it off, saying it was nothing, don't worry about it. But saying not to worry made me worry more. What was there to worry about? If the letter wasn't bad, or wasn't important in some way, then why was Fleur hiding it from me? Clearly it has provoked something inside the blonde, and I just wanted to help, in any way I could. Even without the bond that was continuously expanding, it was clear something was wrong. It was extremely obvious, at least to me, and I wish I knew why she was keeping it a secret. How bad could a letter be?
"Yes, 'Ermione?" Fleur said, as she looked down at me. I froze instantly, seeing the powerful pleading in her eyes, as if she knows what I want to ask, and begging me not to. I didn't want to let it go, there was something wrong, and for once I wanted to be the one to comfort the other, since it always seemed the other way around. Though maybe she will talk, and just needed time.
I sigh as I quickly thought of another question, "Have you figured out the golden egg yet?" As soon as the words escape my lips, Fleur instantly relaxes, and I knew, at least for the moment, that I did the right thing.
Fleur rested her head back onto the pillows, looking up at the ceiling. "Well, I do not know if zere is a good answer to zis question." Fleur finally said, moving her head to look down at me. I didn't understand what part of the question was difficult. And how could there be a wrong answer? Unless…
"You haven't figured it out yet, have you?" I look up at her, and she is smiling shyly. "Fleur! The second task is in one week!" I scold.
"I know, I know, I will get it done. It will be fine Hermione. You can even watch me do it."
"Only watch?" I said as I got up to sit beside her on the bed.
"Well you wouldn't want to break ze rules, now would you my belle?" I smiled and shook my head in agreement. Fleur smiled as well, and linked our fingers together.
"Now, 'ow about we just relax and cuddle for a little longer, and stop worrying about ze future, non?"
"Just cuddle?" I ask, as I rest my head on her shoulder. I could feel the hum of her laughter.
"Maybe some kissing too."