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CH 1

Back at Hogwarts 

Hermione dragged her feet up the spiral stairs leading to her dormitory. 

Lavender and Parvati were still at dinner, socializing, or rather, getting ahead of all the summer gossip. Harry and Ron were catching up with the boys. Harry was still a bit peeved, but being back at Hogwarts had lightened him up some.

Hermione wasn't in the mood. For any of it. She just wanted to lay back in her bed and be alone. 

The train ride on The Hogwarts Express had been fine. Neville brought over a new friend, a Ravenclaw girl who Hermione found to be a bit quirky and quite charming. Ron’s little sister sat with them as well. It was an enjoyable enough trip. Even Harry had almost forgotten he was angry. 

Hermione had felt a rush of excitement as she walked up to Hogwarts and made her way to the Great Hall. Her mood turned somber when Dumbledore gave his Start-of-Term speech, reminding them of the grim events of the end of the year and the seriousness of the current climate, only to be interrupted by the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, an obvious Ministry plug. Hermione already couldn’t stand the condescending woman. 

Her mood had completely soured when she decided to visit the Ravenclaw table and a certain name came up.

"Have you heard from Fleur?" Terry had asked.

"Of course she has,” Asther rolled her eyes. “The two of them were practically attached at the hip by the end of last year!” she turned to Hermione with a wink. "What is our girl up to anyway? Were you able to spend some quality time together over the summer?"

"I... we…” she mumbled in response. “We've both been extremely busy actually.”

Hermione hadn't known what to say. She was already feeling hurt and worried about the lack of communication all summer. She had not expected the additional feeling of embarrassment that suddenly consumed her.

“You know with family... and graduating… things…"

She ignored the pitying looks around her and excused herself, blaming the train ride and the unnecessarily heavy meal making her sleepy. 

She was not prepared for the surprise when she opened her door and found herself staring at the blonde Veela herself.

"Fleur?"

“‘Ermione." 

She flashed her perfect, beautiful smile. 

Before she could think too much about it, they were both rushing to close the space between them, landing in a tight embrace. 

As Hermione let herself feel Fleur’s body against hers, she realized that something was off. She felt her physical presence, but that was all she could feel. There was a certain magical energy noticeably missing between them. 

It disoriented her. 

She stepped back and crossed her arms, remembering all the sleepless nights she spent waiting to hear something, anything! from her supposed friend, not knowing if she was okay or if she even wanted to talk to her.

"You are angry?" 

"Yes, I am angry!" Hermione fumed. "Not one letter ALL summer! And I must have sent you hundreds!”

“Hundreds?” Fleur smirked, making Hermione even more incensed.

“You know very well I was being hyperbolic! I sent many, many letters!”

"I am sorry,” Fleur had the decency to at least look apologetic. “I can… No, actually, I cannot explain."

"You’re the one who asked me to write!"

"I know." Fleur looked away guilty, but didn't offer any further explanation.

"What are you even doing here?" Hermione questioned as she looked towards the corner where Fleur had been standing when she walked in. 

One of her trunks was open. It looked like someone had been rummaging through her books.

"What were you looking for?"

"Euh… Umm… The Beauxbâtons book I gave to you. Do you... still have it?"

"Is that why you're here?" Hermione scoffed as she made her way towards her luggage. “To get your book back?” 

Hermione had been under the impression that Fleur was here to see her. A foolish thought after months of radio silence. Months of not returning one single letter. Why would she be here for her now? 

She huffed as she made her way to her pile of stuff. The book was safely stored away in her backpack where she kept her most treasured possessions, books mostly. It was enchanted to be as deep as needed without becoming too heavy or bulky from the outside. She reached her whole arm inside.

“Apprendre.” Fleur pressed a finger against her lips when they heard voices outside. 

"I will be visiting an old friend with a particular affliction for candy corn,” she whispered as she pressed herself against the wall. "Bring ze book."

As the door swung open, Hermione ran through possible stories in her head, ready to come up with a quick explanation for the French witch’s presence, but neither Parvati or Lavender flinched at the sight of Fleur. They didn’t even seem to notice her at all as they casually strode in, engaged in conversation and giggles. 

Hermione looked back in time to see Fleur slipping out of the room, her hand was moving in circles at her side as she silently uttered words under her breath.

“Oh, hullo Hermione,” Lavender smiled, as if just noticing her. “Feeling better?”

Hermione rushed up to the owlery, the requested book clutched to her chest. She had thought of telling Fleur that she had misplaced it, that she would have to come back for it later. But her integrity did not allow it. The book was Fleur's afterall. Even if she had no idea what was going on, even if it was the one thing connecting them. Fleur wanted it back.

As she made her way up the staircase, the familiarity of the moment made her pause. Fleur's back was to her. Her long silvery hair flowing just like it had on that day they spoke in the owlery just about a year ago. They had only had some conversation before then, arguing back and forth. It was childish and superficial. But that night in the Owlery was the beginning of their friendship. The building blocks of their relationship. It all started with that pull. 

The pull that continued to be noticeably absent this time around. Hermione tried not to focus on that. On what it meant about Fleur’s feelings for her.

"Bonsoir, petite souris," Fleur greeted her with that beautiful smile once more. 

Hermione tried to hide her own smile with a scowl. 

"What did you do to them?"

"To whom?" 

"My roommates!"

"Ah!" Fleur pretended to recollect. "I did not do anything to them. I only had to be sure they kept their attention elsewhere."

"And what spell was that?"

"No spell," Fleur smiled proudly.

"Veela magic?" Hermione asked. She didn't want to show how excited and curious she was to know more.

Fleur nodded. 

"I didn't know you could do that."

"It does not work on everyone," she explained. "But on the feeble minded..."

"I see you’re back to your patronization of Hogwarts students."

Fleur cocked her head in amusement. 

"And I thought you weren't into manipulating people."

"I have found that sometimes it is necessary,” Fleur replied. “And was it not you who once wiped their very minds with enchanted chocolates?”

"That was different!”

“Ah,” Fleur laughed, “It is different when you do it.”

“I did it for you.”

“And I did this for you.”

"What do you mean?”

Fleur shrugged. The secrecy and vagueness was really getting to Hermione.

"When did you even learn you could do that?”

"I've learned a lot about what I can do recently.”

"Is that why you haven't written back?"

"Ah ouais, the letters!” Fleur exclaimed, rushing back to a corner of the Owlery where Cornelius was standing on a pile of hay. “I was not been able to receive them while I was away. Aha!"

Hidden in the hay was a stockpile of unopened letters. 

"Wha - Are those my letters?"

"Apparently,” she combed through the letters with interest. "Desolé, I was not at home. I thought my mother would have the decency at least to write back with some excuse."

"Well, it might not be her fault either," Hermione divulged. "No one but you could have received them. I made sure of that. Cornelius must have assumed you would be back here one day."

"Clever,” Fleur smiled knowingly. Hermione wasn't sure if she was referring to her or the owl. “I am sorry all ze same. I should ‘ave found some way… Everything just happened so quickly." She sat and patted the seat next to her. "I cannot explain much, only that I was not in a position where I could contact you. I should not even be here now."

"Where should you be?"

"Jumping back in the Floo that Professeur Dumbledore has given me access to..." she eyed Hermione for a moment, pensively. "You have been to Grimmauld Place?”

“Yes.”

“So I assume you understand. There is danger in knowing too much."

Hermione pieced it together. She had already had suspicions of course, though it was still hard to fathom. Fleur was doing work for the Order of the Phoenix. She was probably recruited soon after leaving Hogwarts, before she even got to France. 

"The less you know the better. The less you ask as well. I do not want to lie to you."

Hermione thought about how hard it had been to keep things from Harry. Not that she had known much anyway. The adults were very secretive and kept her and the Weasley siblings as ignorant as possible. It was terribly frustrating. 

"I do understand," Hermione sighed. "It just doesn't feel great to be on this end of things.”

Hermione shared a bit about their summer. The time spent at Grimmauld Place. Harry’s trial. “We had to keep a lot from him while he was with his horrible muggle family.”

“How is he?” Fleur asked.

"Hurt. Angry.” Hermione shrugged. “I think he’s glad to be back despite the… dangers." 

"And you?" Fleur placed a hand on her cheek. "How 'ave you been?"

Hermione leaned into the touch. It was both comforting and painful. The whiplash was too much. She stood up and wiped her eyes. 

"It's all in my letters, you can read them if you’d like. Or not."

"'Ermione." Fleur followed after her.

It’s not that Hermione didn’t understand. She knew that if Fleur was part of the Order, she wouldn't be able to say anything, whether she wanted to or not. But she was still hurt. And somehow, despite being right in front of her, she felt even more distanced from Fleur. 

“I really should be asking about you,” Hermione tried to smile. She still had questions. Perhaps she could ask in a different way.

“Are you well? Have you spent time with family? You did just graduate afterall. I imagine they were excited for you.”

"Ah, yes of course." Fleur caught on. "I had a very brief celebration with my family. They surprised me on my way back home, before seeing me off on my… graduation vacation. I have been traveling ever since.”

“How lovely."

"It has had its ups and downs. They put together a very busy itinerary."

“A lot to see, I imagine. You’ve been traveling alone?”

“As luck would have it, I made a friend along the way. A travel companion with mutual friends.”

“That’s great. Solo travel can be dangerous.”

“Yes, my mother was happy to know I would be accompanied.”

“Me too.”

Hermione felt some relief being able to somewhat fill in the blanks. But she also worried. Fleur had been in danger.

“And now?”

"And now…” Fleur shrugged. “I am not sure. I may take another trip. There are decisions to be made about… my future career.” 

"Of course.” Hermione continued as if this was actually their reality. “Well, a brilliant witch like you with an outstanding academic record. A Beauxbatons graduate no less. Prefect. Triwizard Champion. I’m sure you must have many wonderful opportunities knocking at your door -”

"I will be returning to the UK."

"Oh?"

Fleur winced at her impulsive revelation. “We will see… I should not say, but I may have secured a job."

“That’s wonderful,” Hermione beamed. She didn't want to get too excited, but the thought of having her closer felt hopeful.

"Am I allowed to ask about... us?” She whispered as if it was also a secret.

"What about us?"

The response nearly broke Hermione’s heart. She had hoped that the absence of the Allure didn’t mean there was no longer anything between them. Not after everything they had been through.

But Fleur was very much on another wavelength. She was living a whole different life now. An adult life as a member of a secret wizard resistance that Hermione wasn’t even allowed to ask questions about. 

If Fleur had reservations about their age gap before, she certainly must have them now. Understandably so. She had much more important things to focus on than a silly boarding school relationship. 

Hermione spoke up despite the doubts.

"We just never truly talked about… We only just… you know…” 

They had kissed and cuddled almost every day during their last month together. Paired with their share of vulnerable conversations, it felt like more than just confirmation of their feelings for each other. It was an assumption of continued growth and deepening of their relationship. At least, that's how it had felt to Hermione.  

Maybe it had all been in her head. 

“You were here with me so completely… And then you were gone. For two months! And now? I don't even know.”

"'Ermione,” Fleur wiped away a tear that escaped down Hermione’s face. She played with a strand of her hair. 

“Last year. ‘Ogwarts. The Triwizard Tournament. You. It was ze most meaningful time for me. I treasure it."

“But?”

“Pas de mais…” Fleur shook her head. “There is so much happening right now. I do not even know where I will - ”

“I’m not asking you to make a statement to the Daily Prophet!” Hermione interjected. “I just want to know if this still means anything to you because... I can’t even feel you anymore!”

“Petite souris…”

“Why are you keeping it from me?”

Being kept in the dark about The Order was hard, frustrating even, but holding back the Allure was too much for Hermione. It made her feel empty.

“‘Ermione,” Fleur’s eyes began to water as she spoke. “Ze most important thing to me is your safety. No matter what, you have to know zat. I care for you so very much.”

"That is not an answer, Fleur."

"Please, just..." she stepped closer, holding Hermione's head between her hands. "Listen to your Professors. Focus on your studies. You have your OWLs, which we both know you will obliterate. Focus on this, please. On being a student and on your friends and having a good year."

Hermione scoffed.

"That's it?"

Fleur brought their faces close and looked into her eyes. She kissed one cheek and then the other. She glanced at her lips before swiftly stepping back. 

“Enjoy your Fifth year.”

Hermione shook her head as she offered Fleur the Beauxbatons book she had been grasping. 

Fleur tried to take it but Hermione kept her hold on it.

"’Ermione…” 

She tried tugging it again but Hermione’s grip was firm.

"C'est tout, Fleur? Vraiment?"

They stared at each other, both still holding on.

"I am only going to borrow it," Fleur said quietly as she stepped close again, adjusting her hand for better leverage as she tried to take her book back. 

Hermione refused to loosen her grip. 

"It's yours isn't it?" Hermione shrugged. “Fais ce que tu veux.”

"I am going to bring it back to you," she replied quietly, a curious look on her face. She took another step, maintaining her hold as she placed her other hand on Hermione’s cheek again. 

“Je te promets.”

Hermione gasped at the sudden burst of energy she felt from the contact on her skin. She released her stubborn hold and stood helplessly as Fleur slipped the book out of her hand and stepped back, waiting for her to turn and walk away from her. 

“Têtue,” Fleur said softly as she dropped the book and stepped forward once more, pulling Hermione into a forceful kiss.

It took a moment for Hermione to register what was happening. To recognize Fleur’s lips around her own. To fully take in the familiar, comforting feeling of the Allure swirling around her, tickling her, holding her. Reminding her of their connection. 

This was the reunion Hermione had hoped for.

It seemed to be what Fleur wanted as well. Her hands remained positioned firmly at the nape of Hermione's neck as she continued alternating between firm and soothing kisses against her lips, purring as they progressed.

Hermione let herself be guided by the feelings, taking in and returning every kiss until Fleur hesitantly pulled back, breathing heavily as she pressed their foreheads together. 

"I must go to catch my Floo..." 

Hermione nodded, also breathless as they separated. 

 "I will bring this back,” Fleur reaffirmed as she collected the book and Hermione’s letters. 

“Quand?” 

Fleur smiled, noticeably affected by the continued French, as intended.

She took Hermione’s hands and kissed her palms. “Bientôt.”

“J'espère que oui.”

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CH 2

Back to Reality

Fleur followed the instructions to the meetup spot, smiling to herself as she thought about how the evening had gone. Her lips were still tingling with the taste of Hermione.

She had hated being away from her for so long. She hated not talking to her and having to keep things from her. But more than anything, Fleur hated the thought of Hermione being in danger. And it was far too dangerous to involve her in anything related to the Order of the Phoenix. 

Not that it was up to Fleur. She was sworn to secrecy and as the newest and youngest recruit, she didn't have much of a say either way. 

Hermione and her friends already had a knack for getting into dangerous situations, Harry being Le Survivant after all. The Boy Who Lived had a clear target on his back. Wherever he went, trouble followed, and so did his two best friends.

Their love and loyalty for each other was both incredibly inspiring and utterly foolish. 

Fleur hoped that as a member of the Order, she could help keep them as safe as possible. Even if it might mean keeping her distance at times.

Given the current political situation, it was dangerous to know too much. It was dangerous to even be associated with people who knew too much. Fleur wasn’t sure how much she could keep from Hermione, especially if she slipped into the Mentis Consociatus. 

Though she had become very good at controlling it, she worried about how her Allure would respond to Hermione after not seeing her for so long. She had missed her so much over the two months she was gone, and she could feel the Allure throbbing with anticipation to be near her. Fleur could not risk losing herself in or outside of the shared consciousness. Not now with so much to do.

How would she explain it to Dumbledore? To the other Order members? 

I am sorry I am late, I knew I was supposed to report for this very important meeting, but I just had to see my girlfriend on her first day back to school and I lost track of time because my Veela Allure took control and we spent the night kissing and fondling each other at Hogwarts where I definitely should not even be seen...

That would not go over well.

Hermione was not even her girlfriend. 

That was why she had decided to continue practicing the newest variation of her magic that evening. A form she had been learning and developing while on her mission abroad.

For most of her life, being a Veela meant being noticed and gawked at, drawing others in. This made it easy to manipulate and influence others. It also made her very conscious of how she was perceived, leading her to suppress her true self quite often. She was learning that she could do the opposite while still getting the same results. She could be invisible and discreet, compelling others while hiding in plain sight.

In a strange way, not being seen allowed her to be more herself. The Veela magic that had once felt so confusing and inhibiting, now made her feel more empowered than ever. She was finally truly understanding herself and her magic. It was incredible.

Fleur should have known that this would not work when it came to Hermione.

It wasn't that she was trying to hide herself like she had done in the past, all she wanted was to protect Hermione. She should have known that the girl was too stubborn and much too clever to let her leave without at least getting her questions answered.

And then some.

In truth, Fleur had wanted to kiss Hermione as soon as she saw her. She held out for an impressively long time before the Gryffindor’s impassioned pleas and persistence finally made her drop the act. It did not help that her Allure had fought her the entire time, struggling to be let out in a way she had not felt in a long time. Challenging what she thought was her better judgment.

She found herself unable to stop herself from palming her cheeks and touching her hair. And when Hermione spoke to her in French, so assertive and confident, all of Fleur's remaining inhibitions melted away. Whether it was a good idea or not, there was no other option but to pull her into her arms and kiss her.

She kissed her like she had wanted to do for months, tenderly, urgently. She could have kissed her the whole night. Fortunately, the bit of release seemed to satisfy her craving enough to step back, remembering the important things she had to get back to. She had gotten what she came for and it was time to go.

As hard as it was to say goodbye again, she left feeling relieved to have been able to speak somewhat openly, as much as was possible anyway. She should have never doubted that they would figure out a way to do so. Hermione was not daft. She understood her situation and what was at stake.

Perhaps Fleur would not have to maintain as much distance as she thought. Perhaps whatever this was between them would not conflict with her mission.

Two Months Ago

Fleur was distracted as she stepped into her carriage that would take her back to Beauxbâtons. Her head was spinning with too many thoughts, her heart ached with too many feelings.

She had just said goodbye to Hermione and already she felt an emptiness inside. Their embrace had not been enough. Her words had felt insufficient. She did not even know what she wanted to express to the other witch. She hoped Hermione knew how much she treasured her. 

Her year at Hogwarts had been life changing in every way possible. Certainly not what she had been expecting when she first walked through those hideous doors. She chuckled at the thought. Perhaps they were not so hideous afterall. 

Hogwarts was wonderful. And safe, she reminded herself as a sense of dread and worry filled her. Would the students truly be safe there after everything? Would Hermione be safe?

Her brain was in a state of constant replaying of all the memories. She thought of Hermione, of their friends, the Triwizard Tournament. Moments of joy and excitement, anger and frustration, patience and understanding, sadness and grief. Moments that were beautiful, heart wrenching, devastating.

She left the castle in a state of uncertainty about the future. 

Maybe she should have stayed.

“Fleur.” 

Her mother’s voice caught her by surprise.

“Maman?” Fleur looked up at her as if in shock, trying hard to hold back her tears. 

“ Viens ma fille ,” Appoline extended her arms.

Fleur hesitated for a moment before she fell into her mother’s arms. 

“Maman!”

“C’est bon, ma petite fleur.”

Fleur’s eyes welled up as she felt her mother’s arms around her.

“Mon étoile brillante. Mon bijou.”

“Maman…” 

“Nous sommes tous très fiers de toi.”

Fleur cried in her mother’s arms.

“Je suis très fière de toi.”  

“Je suis fatiguée, maman.”

“Je sais ma petite fille. Je sais.”

They sat together for several moments. Fleur lay her head on her mother’s shoulder while Appoline rubbed her arm and continued speaking soothing words. 

“Maman…” Fleur sat up. “There are many things that have happened since you were last here.”

“I know, Fleur…” her mother nodded, mirroring the serious look on Fleur’s face. “It is happening again.”

“What will we do?”

“We will take care of each other, as we always do.” Her mother stated. “Here. I believe you were looking for this?”

Fleur took the small book her mother was offering to her.

“Gabrielle told you?”

“ Non… and also yes in a way,” her mother smiled. “This book knows when it is being searched for and immediately reports to its keeper. That person was once your grand-mère, then it was me, and now it is you.”

“I have so many questions…  ”

“And they will be answered in time. There is a lot coming. There is a lot for all of us to do.”

“You mean - ”

“The Dark Lord is back... It is a dangerous time for everyone, but especially for those of us who are different. For you. For us. There is a lot to learn. You must be prepared.”  

Fleur was too young to have lived through the first wizarding war, but she felt the repercussions in the aftermath. The Veela community had been afraid for a long time. Their people wanted to go back into hiding. The fallout from the war was difficult, and it was one the reasons why her parents chose to live their lives so openly and proud.

“I agree with your mother.”

Madame Maxime walked in followed by Professor Dumbledore. Fleur was surprised to see him in the carriage. Surely he should be at Hogwarts.

“Professor Dumbledore would like to discuss some things with you,” Madame Maxime explained. “If you are open to it of course.”

The adults shared some history of the first war. Many things she was familiar with, some she was not. They described the many alliances and efforts built between various factions of wizards and magical creatures, those who refused, those who worked together, and those who chose darkness.

It was a lot to take in.

Though the war was primarily fought and centered around Great Britain, the impact was felt across Europe. Voldemort’s influence spread across countries, and as he gained more power, that influence grew. In fact, Belgium was close to being overtaken before the unfolding of the mysterious events that abruptly ended Voldemort’s reign. The mystery surrounding her friend, Harry Potter.

Many individuals had gone to Britain to fight, others prepared for what might eventually reach them across the channel. It had been an ominous time in France.

“Why are you telling me all of this?”

“So that you are aware of your options,” Dumbledore said. “You can go back to France and be with your family. Live your life. You can forget everything that has happened here - ”

“Zat is not possible.”

“In that case,” Dumbledore smiled. “I have a proposition for you.”

“Maman?” Fleur looked back at her mother. 

“It is up to you cherie . This is your choice to make.”

“I wish I could tell you to take your time to think it over,” Dumbledore sighed, “but the truth is we do not have that luxury. As we speak, things are already in motion and we are struggling to catch up. I cannot tell you what it all entails until you agree, at which point you will immediately depart and be sworn to secrecy, even from your own family, for an undetermined period of time.” 

Apolline held her daughter’s hand. “This is a lot for such a young witch to handle all on her own, don’t you think Albus?”

“She won't be doing this alone.”

"Who do you 'ave in mind?"

Present

The first couple of weeks at Hogwarts had been awful. 

The Ministry hire, Professor Umbridge, was the absolute worst. She was supposed to be the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, but she simply refused to teach them anything useful. Her attitude towards all of them was patronizing and full of disdain. Especially Harry. 

The ministry’s official opinion was that Harry was lying, or at best, confused and that Dumbledore had gone off his rocker. They would believe anything over accepting the fact that Voldemort was back. Harry’s refusal to stand by and be called a liar led to more than one heated exchange with the “High Inquisitor” which landed him in a series of never-ending detentions. 

To make matters worse, Hermione and Ron had Prefect duties to attend to, another point of contention for Harry. She and Ron were constantly walking on eggshells as his sullen mood from the summer carried over into the school year.

Those first weeks were truly awful. 

And yet, Hermione was walking on clouds.

Every morning she rushed to the Great Hall with a smile on her face. She sat at the Gryffindor table, waiting patiently for the owls to arrive, unable to begin her breakfast until they did. 

Her initial fear that she would not hear from Fleur after their encounter on her first day had been immediately disproven. She received a series of new letters every day since then, each one responding to one of her own letters she had written over the summer. 

Petite Souris, 

It is so wonderful to hear from you! I miss you very much as well…  I did not end up in France after all, my family surprised me, you see...

...I find myself thinking about our moments in the towers. I miss Cornelius …

 

My dearest, 

I have felt this sadness as well. When I think of Cedric, it breaks my heart… 

… I am reminded of a story my grandmother used to tell me, about a young Veela, lost too soon…

Ma chérie,

I am sorry for not getting back to you. I have read and reread every single one of you letters… You see, my trip has been extended…

… Regarding your friendship troubles. I am sure you have been as supportive as possible, as you have always been… 

 

H,

I suppose I should say I am happy to hear you have been in touch with our friend the Quidditch Star.

Please send him my regards… or better yet, tell him…

...Anyway, I am excited to hear you are practicing French! I look forward to teaching you the naughty words...

My Little Mouse,

I know you are angry with me for not writing. I promise to tell you all about my travels one day soon. Perhaps I can even take you to some of the places I have visited!

I have thought of how wonderful it would be to go on holiday together, to travel and learn about new places, to just be…

Every letter ended with closing words that made Hermione’s heart skip. 

Affectueusement… 

 

Tendrement… 

 

Bisous… 

 

Yours,

F.D.

On Wednesday, September 18 her letter arrived with an additional note. 

Tonight, 7PM. You know where. 

The anticipation and excitement made it difficult for Hermione to concentrate, both in and out of class.

She managed to get it together of course, forcing herself to pay attention and take extra careful notes to stay on task. This was her 5th year afterall, O.W.L.s were on the horizon. Despite everything going on, she knew how important it was to stay on top of her studies. Perhaps even more so given the circumstances.

“You’ve been notably happy lately Hermione.” Neville nudged her as they walked out of their last class.

“Beginning of the year cheer I supposed.”

“I don’t see how anyone can have any cheer with that old hag around.” Ron grumbled.

The group of them nodded in agreement, leading to a barrage of complaints.

“Did you see the latest ‘Educational Decree’ …”

“Power hungry monster…”

“I’ve never seen McGonagall so peeved, that’s for sure…” 

...

...

“Oi, Hermione!”

“Hermione!”

“Hm?”

“I said, were you able to get the notes from the last class?” Harry repeated himself. "Doing a bit of catch-up."

“Right. Uh… sure, of course.” 

Hermione had been thinking about the letter she had received that morning, wishing she had been given more details. There was hardly enough information to know if she should dress a certain way or be prepared for a certain topic of conversation. Would Fleur even be here? Or would it just be -  

“You alright?”

“Hm? Yes, of course!” She pulled out her notebook. “Here you go.”

“You’re just going to give these to me?” Harry smirked. “Not even going to sit with me to make sure I fully understand the lesson?”

“I’m sure after all these years, you can manage to study without my holding your hand..”

“She’s probably just distracted thinking about her girlfriend.” 

“Ronald!” Hermione turned bright red and swatted his arm. 

“Oh! Who is it?” Luna asked curiously. The girl had a way of appearing out of nowhere. “Is that who you get all those letters from?

“She’s just a friend…” 

“You mean Fleur?” Asther had apparently joined the conversation as well. “So you HAVE heard from her!”

“Let’s change the subject shall we?”

Hermione sat in the Gryffindor common room. She was quickly finishing up as much homework as possible, partially to distract herself from the excitement building up inside, and also so she could fully enjoy her evening. Whatever Fleur had planned, she wanted to make sure she wouldn’t have to cut things short due to schoolwork. 

She was half listening to the conversation between Harry, Ron, and the Weasley twins.

“Just a warning if you are joining us for the holidays, Harry…”

“Mom is going to be VERY enthusiastic… It's been ages since Bill was home for the holidays.”

“Your brother’s back?” Harry asked. “The curse breaker?”

Hermione remembered Bill from the Quidditch World Cup. She was glad to hear he would be back home. He seemed like a nice guy.

“That’s right. Our dear old brother is - ”

“He’s coming back to stay!” Ginny exclaimed, hopping onto the couch next to Hermione. "Isn't that exciting!?"

“Right. We were just getting to that!”

"Yeah, don't interrupt Gin!" 

The twins continued explaining. 

“Took a job at Gringotts.”

“Seems like a downgrade to me.”

“Why take a boring old desk job when you can be traveling the world!”

“Constant adventure, excitement, danger - ”

“Versus security, stability, family…” Hermione spoke up with a smile, eyes still on her scroll.

“Riiiight…” They both chuckled. “Or… maybe something else.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“He's probably just work for the Or - Ow! What the hell Ginny!”

They all gave Ron a stern look. 

“Oh right. I mean…”

“What we mean,” George continued.

“Is that it probably doesn’t hurt that he’s made a new friend recently…”

“One Mademiuseeeelle Fleeeeur Delacooour, to be exact,” Fred winked.

“What?” Hermione looked up from her work. 

“He just got her a job at Gringotts,” Ginny rolled her eyes. "It doesn't have to mean anything."

“Sure...."

"Although, apparently, he has also been helping with her Eeenglish...”

“Private lessons, if you know what I mean…” 

Ron and Harry immediately turned to look at Hermione as Fred and George continued to make eyes at each other and mock Fleur’s accent.

"Stop that, both of you!" Hermione exclaimed. "Her English is just fine!"

“Did you know she was back?” Ginny asked tentatively. 

“Yes. As a matter of fact, I did.” Hermione stated. “She told me she got a job. It sounds like Bill helped with that. Wonderful. Anyway…” She packed up her things. “I’m going to finish this upstairs. Don’t you all have Quidditch practice or something?”

She ran up the stairs before Ron or Harry could say anything. 

The excitement Hermione had been feeling morphed into a familiar anxiety and insecurity she had not missed.

Chapter Text

CH 3

Back and Forth

Hermione felt a familiar pull that made her stop midway up to the Owlery. 

“Fleur?”

“Salut, Petite Souris,” Fleur smiled as she pulled her into a hug.

“You’re here.” Hermione sighed against her neck.

“Of course I am.” She tightened her grip around the smaller witch.

“And your Allure…” She took a step back to look at Fleur. “You're not keeping it from me.”

“I am sorry that I had before,” Fleur took her hand. “I thought it would be best, but I was wrong.” 

Hermione took a moment to observe her. Fleur was wearing a large cloak, just as she had the first time she visited, trying to appear as stealth as possible. Even so, she looked gorgeous. 

“Allons-y!” 

Fleur tugged her and they ascended the rest of the way together, hand in hand.

“So, were you following me?” Hermione teased. 

“I was only just arriving,” Fleur grinned as they reached the top of the staircase. “And since you are early, you are going to have to wait here for a moment.”

“Wha - Why -”

“Attends, s'il te plaît!” 

Fleur disappeared around the corner and bounced back in front of her in under a minute. 

“OK! T'es prêt?” 

Hermione watched her pull off her cloak, revealing the outfit underneath. It was nothing extravagant, a pair of jeans and a striped top. Casual. She looked amazing.

She looked down at her school uniform. “I’m severely underdressed.” 

“Non, chérie,” Fleur giggled. “Maybe you are overdressed. May I?”

Hermione nodded as Fleur’s hands took over, helping her out of her robe and v-neck sweater. She held her breath as Fleur undid her tie, sliding it out of her collar before undoing her top two buttons.

“Voilà.” She caressed her cheek. “Très belle.”

“Merci.” Hermione smiled and placed a soft kiss on her cheek, just shy of her lips. “Toi aussi.”

The quick peck seemed to have stirred something inside of Fleur. 

Hermione felt the Allure shift as the Veela’s eyes widened for a split second before she pulled Hermione into another kiss. A real kiss. A longer one. Her hand reached around Hermione’s back, holding her close.  

Hermione gasped, not expecting the shift, though she was happy to reciprocate. She wrapped her own arms around Fleur, following her motions.

She was enjoying the moment. Truly. She was enjoying the sensations and the feelings... But her thoughts continued nagging at her. She tried to push them away, but the more she did, the louder they got. What about the whole Bill thing?

“Can I ask you something?”

“Mhm?” Fleur’s lips strayed away from her mouth, placing a soft kiss onto her cheek.

“About your travel companion.”

“Travel companion?” Fleur asked distractedly. She was more focused on spreading kisses across Hermione’s face. 

“You said you had a travel companion,” Hermione tried to focus. “When you were on your… graduation trip.”

Fleur paused. “Okay…?” 

“Was that Bill Weasley?”

“Oh…” She stepped back with confusion. “Yes, William… Bill.”

Hermione forced herself to smile. “I’ve heard great things.”

“Yes, he is a good man…” she looked at her curiously before she seemed to recall something. “Of course, he is Ronald’s brother. You know him then?”

“We’ve met briefly.”

“Okay…?”

"So… You’ve gotten close have you?"

"I suppose,” Fleur shrugged. “Is everything alright, ‘Ermione?”

“Yes, of course. Just filling in some blanks.”

“You know I cannot tell you about ze work we do.”

“I know…” she tried not to get stuck on the way Fleur had said WE.

“Is that all?”

Hermione nodded, still in thought.

Fleur smiled and leaned forward.

“It’s just that,” Hermione started again, abruptly stopping Fleur’s action. “The boys, his brothers, said he had gotten you a job at Gringotts?”

“Zat is correct.” Fleur stepped back again with a sigh. “And…?”

“And they had gotten the impression that maybe the two of you were maybe… more than just work friends…?”

“I see…” Fleur rolled her eyes. “Well, ze boys are vairy silly.”

“You don’t seem surprised.”

“What do you want me to say?”

“Is it not true then?”

“Would I be ‘ere now if zat were true?” Her tone was gradually becoming more annoyed. “Zat is what you think of me?”

“No! Of course not, I - I don’t - ”

“William and I ‘ave been paired togezaire due to our unique capabilities and skills. Ze job at Gringotts is ze pairfect way to continue zis work while staying close to our base and being able to travel when needed. Zat is all zaire is and as much as I can say.” 

“That is a really good cover.” Hermione conceded. She knew it made sense.

“Is zat all?”

“Yes, of course. Sorry.”

“Okay.” Fleur smiled again. Her mood quickly lightened back up as she grabbed Hermione’s arm to lead her into the Owlery. 

“I mean, it's not that silly though.”

“What!?”

“The assumptions. They do make sense.” 

“Mais de quoi tu parles, ‘Ermione?” Fleur threw her arms up in frustration. 

“Think about it. Why would you, Fleur Delacour, Beauxbatons graduate with plenty of opportunities for success in France, where you could be near your family and loved ones, someone who, might I add, notoriously despised being in the UK. Why would you come back? Here? To work at Gringotts of all places! One might wonder, right?” 

“‘You know why I -”

“Yes, of course I do!” Hermione waved her off. “I know the reason, but from the outside, the most believable explanation would be because you… you know, met someone…”

“Or per’aps to practice my -” 

“Bollocks. Your English is fine.” Hermione scoffed. “Is that really the excuse you’re using?”

“We are testing it out.”

Hermione flinched at the word again - WE . 

“You know how that sounds, don’t you?”

“‘Ermione - ”

“I mean it’s fiiiine! This is the best case isn't it?” She tried to sound unbothered. “If people think that you and Bill are… a thing , no one would question that. Your cover won't be blown and you can keep doing whatever it is you and Bill do for The Order. Wins all around! Really, you actually should date Bill.”

“‘Ermione, please…” Fleur took her hands. “I came to be with you tonight.”

“I’m just saying - ”

Fleur stopped her with her lips. 

“Can we please stop talking about William Weasley?”

“It’s just…” Hermione’s mind began to quiet as she allowed more gentle kisses. “...not outside the realm of possibility… you would decide… come back because… you fell in love…”

“Bien sûr,” Fleur smiled against her lips. “It is not outside ze realm of possibility.” 

She held her gaze for a brief moment.

Hermione shook her head, frustrated with herself. “I'm sorry. Sometimes I find it hard to ease my anxious thoughts.”

“Can we talk about it later?” Fleur urged. “And enjoy your celebration instead?”

“My celebration?”

“Oui!” Fleur squealed. “Cornelius is very much looking forward to playing the game where you return the various limbs to the animals.”

“Wha -” Hermione stepped around Fleur and looked into the Owlery in amazement.  “What is all this?”

“Bonne Anniversaire!”

“How did you -” Hermione didn't even try to suppress her huge smile. “My birthday is tomorrow.” 

“I know,” Fleur squeezed her hand. “I wanted to be the first to greet you and celebrate with you.” 

Hermione looked around. The whole room was covered in bright, colorful adornments. 

“Well…?” Fleur asked nervously. 

“Oh… wow…” She held back laughter as she noticed every single birthday trinket and decoration imaginable.

“I went to a muggle party store.”

“I can see that.”

“And also my own touches.” 

“Of course.”

There were balloons all around the room, some regular balloon shaped and some in impossible geometric designs. A variety of objects were levitating over them - spinning paper cups and plates, bundles of candles, and several giant banners reading “Happy Birthday!” “Congratulations” and “It’s a Girl!” There was also one large banner at the center of the room whose letters kept dancing around each other, scrambling and spelling out different variations of the intended meaning and currently reading:“Jyoexu Aninsariever!” 

A chorus of noise makers, paper horns and kazoos, stood upright in formation, performing an enthusiastic rendition of the Happy Birthday song. The owls, all wearing birthday hats, were happily nibbling at a snack platter at the center of the room. 

Hermione’s eyes landed on a festive decoration hanging from the corner.

“Is that a piñata?”

“I wanted a little mouse, but they did not have any,” Fleur pouted. “I was pleasantly surprised to see such a beautiful unicorn!” She patted the colorful display. “Is this how muggles think unicorns look?”

“Only in fantasy.” She laughed at Fleur’s fondness for the novelty item. “And that’s probably for the best,” Hermione continued. “I don't know how I would feel about us taking turns beating on a papier-mâché representation of me!”

“Qu 'est-ce que tu veux dire!?” 

Both Fleur and the unicorn gasped. Hermione only just noticed it had been magically animated. The unicorn squealed in Fleur’s arms.

“Why would you beat this precious creature!?” 

“Uh… To get the candy inside?”

“Why would there be candy inside!?”

“What else would there be?”

“Entrails.”

“Fleur... Are there internal organs inside this piñata?”

“I do not know!”

The creature looked between the two of them in fear and confusion. 

“Finite.” Fleur quickly reversed the animation spell and looked back at Hermione with a smile. “Alors… Do you like it?”

Hermione nodded her head as she sat back quietly on the large birthday throne that appeared behind her. She was suddenly feeling awful for her insecure questioning a moment ago.

“ ‘Ermione? Are you ok? Do not worry, I will not reanimate ze unicorn. You can beat it if you like.”

“Can you just hold me, please?”

“But the owls want to play - ”

Hermione tugged Fleur’s arm and pulled her onto the chair which seemed to make itself smaller once the two of them were sitting, forcing them into a cuddle. 

“Thank you, Fleur.” Hermione wrapped her arms around her and placed her head on her chest. “This is so lovely.” 

“De rien, petite souris. ”

Fleur might not have understood Muggle birthday games, but she certainly understood cake. 

The pair sat on a blanket against the wall, just like they used to do, holding their stomachs in satisfaction after devouring the most delicious Parisian cakes and baked goods. 

Fleur ran her fingers through Hermione’s hair sprawled across her lap.

“I got your letters,” Hermione said. “You didn’t have to - ”

“Yes, I did.” Fleur interjected. “And I wanted to.”

“They were wonderful to receive.” Hermione smiled remembering the feeling. “They made the last couple of weeks bearable.”

“What do you mean?”

“A lot has happened.”

“Tell me.”

“How long do you have?”

“I have no urgent deadline.”

“You don’t have anywhere to go?”

“Not tonight. Ce soir c'est pour toi.”

Hermione sat up as she prepared to give her all the updates. 

She told her about Harry’s constant abuse and detentions.

“Le pauvre!”

“I try to tell him to bring it down a notch, for his own well being! But he won’t listen…” 

“It is not right what that woman is doing. You must learn how to defend yourselves!”

She shared all the Ron grievances. 

“Can you believe he just started berating her because of some ridiculous Quidditch pin? I think that was their first interaction all year!”

“Did he forget what happened last year? What Cho might be going through?”

“I have no idea what is going on in the boy’s head. He did make Keeper though! He is really excited.”

“I thought you do not like Quidditch?”

“I don’t. But regardless of my lack of desire to understand the barbaric game, I always support Gryffindor.”

“You see Ronald quite often…”

“Well, seeing as we’re both Prefects now and Harry’s always in detention. Or angry about something. Ron has actually matured quite a bit - ”

“And your other friends? Do not tell me you ‘ave gone back to only being with ze boys.”

“Of course not!” 

She told Fleur about Ginny and Luna, new additions to their group. As well as her continued interactions with the old Ravenclaw lunch table.

“They asked about you by the way.”

“I bet Asther is glad I am gone.”

“Why would you say that?”

“No reason… And Roger? Have the Champions group gotten together?”

“We tried at first, admittedly not too hard,” Hermione sighed. “We’re all still a bit…” 

“Hurting?”

Hermione nodded.

“And shaken. Roger has been hard to pin down. He is in his 7th year though. There are N.E.W.T.s and graduation to prepare for. As for Cho, I think she is just avoiding us, especially after so much arguing with Ron. Maybe Harry can try. Not that he’s much better lately.”

They sat quietly for a moment, enjoying each other’s warmth before Hermione spoke up again.

“Sorry about the whole… Bill thing. I just - ”

“Let’s not talk about it now. I have something for you.” Fleur nudged her up and presented her with a wrapped package.

“Happy Birthday, ‘Ermione.” 

Hermione hurriedly unwrapped her gift and looked back up at her in surprise.

“You brought it back?”

“With some improvements.”

“But… this is yours.”

“It is yours now.”

Hermione started to open the book.

“Non,” Fleur stopped her. “When you are back in your room tonight. Open it then.”

Hermione lay in her bed, a huge smile on her face as she cuddled the still intact piñata that Fleur had transfigured into a stuffed toy. Her surprise birthday party was amazing. She kept replaying all of the moments - The unnecessary complicating of simple children’s birthday games, the delicious food, and all the wonderful kisses Fleur gave her.

Their goodbye had been more chaste than she had hoped, though incredibly sweet still. 

She picked up the familiar book Fleur gifted her and sat up. As soon as she opened it she found herself inside the Beauxbatons palace.

She looked around in confusion. She was sure that Fleur had said she could only do that if she was with her. 

“Salut, petite souris!”

“Fleur?”

“Je t'ai manqué? ”

“Bien sûr! Of course I missed you! Are you still at Hogwarts?” 

“Non.”

“So how am I - How are we -?” 

Hermione was very confused. She was somehow with Fleur, but also not. She could not feel her presence, but there was a faint familiarity in the magic surrounding them. 

“Because of our connection,” Fleur smiled, excited to explain. “This is why I had to borrow the book, so that I could split it into two - one that is yours and one that is mine.”

“But to be in the Mentis Consociatus we have to be physically in the same place, or at least in close proximity.”

“You are correct, but we are not in the Mentis Consociatus. The books are connected to each other as two parts of the same. They act like - ”

“Like a conduit? Allowing the magic to flow from one book to the other?”

“Yes!” Fleur said excitedly.  

Hermione reached for her hand.

“Oh.”

“That is the only negative,” Fleur sighed. “We cannot touch here. We are borrowing from ze books, which use magic to create an illusion, we are not really together just as we are not really in Beauxbatons.”

“So like a digital space?”

“Euh -?”

“Like the internet - It’s a muggle thing. Pretty much magic. Point being, we are not really here, just in our minds. But how come we can touch in the Mentis Consociatus?”

“We are not really. Even in our own dreams, touch is precarious. The touch we feel there is different than in reality.”

“That’s true.” Hermione recalled the moments in the shared space. It was unreal in the best and worst ways. 

“I must go now,” Fleur smiled softly. “But you can use this book if you want to see me. If one of us is inside, the book will glow to let you know. Only you or I can enter, so it is a safe mode of communication.”

“This is amazing. Thank you.”

“Happy Birthday.”

“ Merci, cheri.” Hermione tried out the expression, satisfied with the blush appearing on Fleur’s face. Disappointed that she couldn’t reach up and kiss her.

“Bonsoir ."

“Good night.”

Hermione was still reeling from happiness the next day. Even after all of the embarrassing birthday packages she received. 

One package exploded and shot off into a mini fireworks display. Compliments of the Weasley twins of course. She was given Belgian chocolates and flowers from Viktor, with a note asking if his were bigger than Fleurs. She got the usual candy and writing tools from Harry and Ron. They knew how quickly she went through them. Neville, Luna, and Ginny had all gotten her books on things they were passionate about, as she had requested. Garden gnomes; Crumple-Horned Snorkack, Nargles, and Blibbering Humdingers; and Quidditch, respectively. 

She also received a beautiful bouquet of flowers, slightly bigger than Victor’s, from a mysterious sender, along with a small book of poems. Hermione immediately recognized the Veela inscription. 

“It’s your bday?” Asther stood over her, smiling as she pulled Hermione out of her thoughts of Fleur. “Who are those from?”

“Doesn’t say,” Hermione said bashfully. 

“Ah, a Secret Admirer! Wish I could take the credit,” Asther winked. “Though I’m sure we all know who they are actually from. I guess I’ll just have to owe you.”

“Wait…” Hermione looked up as the Ravenclaw walked away, her words catching her by surprise. “...what?”

As the pacing of their classes picked up, Hermione quickly found herself back in the usual school routine and well into the end of October. She managed to run up to her room between every class and free period to see if the book was glowing. It wasn’t as often as she hoped. 

They were able to catch each other every so often and have some nice conversations, mostly consisting of Hermione talking about her day before Fleur had to cut them off to go on some Order business. 

Hermione reminded herself that it was fine! Fleur was incredibly busy and Hermione had plenty to do as well. There was quite a lot on her mind actually. 

Along with all her advanced coursework there was also Prefect duties and O.W.L.s to factor in this year, not to mention the added stress of Umbridge with all her decrees and annoying academic interruptions. And then there was Harry. Her friend was still having a hard time. Between the detentions and being banned from quidditch, he was extra surly and pissed off. 

Hermione wanted to redirect that energy into something productive. Something that could help all of them. After continued pestering, she finally convinced him to at least meet with students who might be interested in learning defensive magic from him and was excited to get started. 

She had casually mentioned it to Fleur during one of their chats and was surprised when she brought it up the next time they met. 

“Cherie, tell me more about this defense club?”

Hermione explained what they had planned out so far. Some of the ideas she and Harry had started coming up with, and the next steps for recruitment. She was really looking forward to getting started. 

“Per’aps you should keep a lower profile?”

“What do you mean?”

“From what you are telling me about this Umbridge woman, it sounds quite risky.”

“Absolutely not! We need to defend ourselves. You said so yourself!”

“Oui , I know what I said, but I did not mean for you to start an unsanctioned fight club! Neither you nor Harry, and especially not Ronald, ‘ave ‘ad ze proper preparation or experience to - ”

“We’ve had plenty of experience! You should know, I’ve told you! And you saw what happened last year! And we were hardly part of that one in comparison to previous - ”

“Yes, yes I know! I do not mean to say you ‘ave not ‘ad your share of - ”

“We have been through MUCH more than our share of anything! What we’ve been through has been very REAL, life or death experiences! Harry has fought and beaten Voldemort on numerous occasions, and I - I have researched and learned and executed spells way above what is expected, and to a nearly perfect degree might I add!”

“And you are lucky that you ‘ave survived it!” 

They were both breathing heavily as the conversation escalated into an argument.

Fleur’s serious tone caught Hermione off guard.

“If you make a mistake, turning into a cat is ze least of your worries! You are playing with dangerous spells and magic, unsupervised and without ze proper training! You are not qualified to be performing - let alone teaching - ”

“Don’t patronize me.” Hermione stated coolly. She was fuming on the inside. “Might I remind you that you were a student at Hogwarts just a few months ago.” 

“‘Ermione, I am not trying to - I just - merde .” Fleur looked back as if there was someone behind her. “I ‘ave to go."

"Of course."

"Ze conversation is not over!”

“It absolutely is not!”

“Zat is what I said!”

“And I’VE got to go first. I have a lot of work to do.” Hermione huffed as she removed herself from the Beauxbatons illusion. “Goodbye!”

Hermione was in a grumpy mood the rest of the day and through dinner, opting to take her meal and drag a confused Harry into the common room, forcing him to sit with her to make more plans. She was going to make sure this was perfectly done. 

She was still annoyed the next morning which was much too apparent as she silently shoveled oatmeal into her mouth. 

Her friends all knew better than to try to engage her when she was like this.

“Oi, you alright there, Hermione?”

“Oh, hi Asther…”

“Ouch, what a greeting!” her friend nudged her with a smile. “Trouble in paradise?”

“Surely, I don’t know what you’re on about.”

Hermione rolled her eyes. The girl had been alluding to her relationship with Fleur every so often. Hermione didn’t usually mind, it was kind of fun actually, but she was in no mood to deal with it at the moment, especially as there certainly WAS trouble in paradise. 

“Hey…” Asther touched her arm, her expression changing from playful to concerned. “Seriously, everything alright?”

‘I'm fine.’

“I know I tease,” Asther sat next to her, gently prodding, “but it’s just between us. And… only because I get it.”

“Get what?” Hermione snapped.

Asther seemed to hesitate before continuing.

“Having someone and not being able to acknowledge it?”

“It’s not…” Hermione turned away from her, tired of denying what they both obviously knew. “It’s nothing. Just a disagreement.” 

“Want to talk about it?”

It was about a week before Hermione spoke to Fleur again. She wasn’t actively avoiding her, but she also wasn’t rushing between classes or making the extra effort to go wait inside the book when she had other things to do. 

 When she returned to her room at the end of a long week there was a letter on her bed. She quickly opened it.

Regarding our conversation: 

I am sorry.

You should do it.

 

Hermione smiled at the letter and brought it close to her chest. 

“That you, Hermione?” Parvati called from her bed where she was reading a muggle magazine that was being passed around the girls. 

“Hi, Parvati.”

“That weird book you're obsessed with has been glowing all afternoon.”

“It has?” Hermione grabbed it hopefully.

“Yeah, it finally stopped about 15 minutes ago. What is that thing anyway?”

“Nevermind!”

Hermione grabbed her things and hopped into her bed, closing the curtains around her and using a shielding spell to keep anyone away as she sat back and opened the book, finding herself inside the beautiful palace. 

She sat at their usual table and waited. Her patience was rewarded as Fleur showed up just a few minutes later, hesitantly smiling at her. 

“Hi.”

“Salut.”

“I got your note.”

“I am sorry for being such a… twat.”

“Twat?” Hermione asked amused. “That's a new one.”

“I told you I ‘ave been working on my Eeenglish,” Fleur exaggerated her accent. “Nymphodora is teaching me vital vocabulary.”

Hermione smiled at that. She had met Tonks over the summer and was quite fond of her. She liked the idea of Tonks and Fleur hanging out and getting on. She had not realized they would be spending time together, though it made sense - there were many people working at the Order after all. It made much more sense than the image that popped into Hermione’s head when she imagined Fleur working at the Order. Only Bill appeared in those images.

“We had our first DA meeting.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“Yeah, actually,” Hermione smiled. “I do.”

She described the events of the first meeting, noting Hog’s Head as the location, which brought them both fond memories that felt like ages ago. She told her about the positive turnout, despite varying intentions, as well as Harry's impromptu, and surprisingly inspiring  speech.

“That is wonderful,” Fleur nodded. 

“But?”

“No but… I support you,” Fleur continued.

"But?"

“I just worry. I am hearing awful things about this Umbridge woman. Outside of Hogwarts even, she is infamous for being a hateful extremist. And as you well know, she is not above horrifying tactics to get what she wants.”

“I know,” Hermione appreciated Fleur sharing her worries instead of telling her what she could and could not do. “I understand why you would be concerned, but we have no other option at this point, and everyone seems to understand the risks and still be on board.”

“You are right of course,” Fleur nodded. “You must know how to protect yourselves.”

“Plus, I jinxed the parchment everyone signed. if anyone rats us out they will certainly regret it.”

“You are bad!” Fleur laughed as Hermione described the jinx. “And a genius. But you know that already. I am sorry for doubting you and treating you like you are anything but a brilliant, thoughtful, courageous witch.”

“Thank you,” Hermione blushed. “Don't forget I'm also a troublemaker who breaks loads of rules.”

“Why else do you think I was worried?” 

They laughed and sat in silence for a moment.

Despite clearing the air, it still felt tense.

“How are things on your end?”

“Eh…” Fleur sighed. “A bit difficult…”

“Are you okay? I know you can’t say, but have you been safe? Are you in danger?”

“I have been safe for now. There are things to attend to that may not be as safe. And I may have to be gone for a little while.”

“For how long?”

“Uncertain. A month, maybe more?”

“Oh… will we still be able to meet here?”

“I can try, but… Non, I do not think so… probably non. I must have my wits about.”

“That makes sense. I want you to be safe.”

“I need to tell you something else.” Fleur sat up. She seemed nervous. Hermione wished she could hold her hand as she spoke.

“What is it?”

“About my, as you call him, travel companion, William. We will be traveling togezaire, as is expected, because we are a team. As such, we will be taking time off from Gringotts at ze same time.”

“Okay…?”

“Apparently ze British love to gossip, so I want you to know zis before you hear it from his brothers or anybody else.”

“What would I hear?”

“I suspect zat it may… appear a certain way.”

“What do you mean, appear?”

Fleur huffed, seemingly annoyed at having to explain something so obvious.

"You know what I mean. People say things...” Fleur stood up and paced around the Beauxbatons grand hall. “I do not confirm or deny anything. I do not correct zem. It works in our favor.”

“And what does Bill think?”

“We ‘ave not discussed it.”

“You have not discussed the fact that there are rumors about the two of you being together?”

“Non. He ‘as not said anything to me either. Whether he fancies me or not, is irrelevant.”

“So, he fancies you?”

“Ermione.”

“Fleur.” 

“Don’t be like zat. I am a member of the Order, I ‘ave much more important tasks to attend to than silly gossip.”

“You’re the one who brought it up!”

“Because I do not want you to be upset again! I just want you to ‘ear if from me.”

“Hear that you’re dating Bill?” Hermione’s face was calm, unyielding.

“Ma belle, zis is not ze first time we are with gossip and rumors, non?” 

“Difference being the first time around we were in it together and you weren't gaslighting me.”

“I am doing no such thing!”

“You made me feel crazy for even thinking and - and you knew all along! You knew how it looked and what people thought, and you let me go on and feel like - like I was being -”

“Ma belle, I was not thinking any of zis, not intentionally! I have so much to focus on, zis is just silly things -”

“It is not silly to me!” Hermione shot up from her seat. “And actually now that I think about it, this is pretty much how it always goes with you isn’t it?”

“Wha - ”

“You keeping things from me, not being completely honest, letting me feel crazy!”

"Non!" Fleur reflexively reached for her, aggravated that she could not offer her a reassuring touch.

“Just like with the Veela Allure last year, just like your feelings for me, all the confusion and questioning of myself. This is that all over again!”

“Non, ma belle! Zat is be’ind us. I ‘ave apologized, I ‘ave shared my feelings with you!”

“And yet it keeps happening!” Hermione exclaimed. “You can’t just keep love bombing me with wonderful gifts and affection and expect it to be okay.”

“What do you want me to do?” Fleur pleaded. “I do not know what to do.”

“Just be honest with me!”

“I cannot share what we - !”

“You KNOW I’m not talking about the Order!”

“‘Ermione…”

“Fleur…”

Fleur sat down again, head in her hands as if trying to figure out what to say next.

“It was your idea," she finally said as she looked up at her. "You said it is ze perfect cover. To appear like we are together. I am just going along with it.”

“Really?” Hermione shook her head in disbelief.

“I don’t know - I just -”

“Well, let me make it easier for you then.”

“What do you mean?” She looked at her with concern. “‘Ermione…”

“Honestly…”

Despite all the confusion and frustration she had been feeling, Hermione was feeling clear at that moment. “With everything going on… I think we should step back a bit.”

“You are breaking up with me?” Fleur’s eyes began to water. 

It hurt Hermione to see her cry but it wasn’t enough to make her back down.

“How can we break up if we're not even - I don't even know what we are.”

“I...” Fleur stared and listened silently.

“It's confusing and creating more problems than I need right now. I should be studying for O.W.L.s and focusing on my classes, and now with the DA, there’s a lot to focus on and prepare for, and you’re the one who keeps saying I should focus on my schoolwork and friendships, so… ”

“Bon.” Fleur wiped her eyes.

“Bon?”

“I am vairy busy,” She said coldly as she composed herself. “I do not ‘ave time for zis.”

Hermione scoffed.

“You know what, same here. I have a lot I should be doing right now.” 

“Bon, vas-y alors!”

“I will!”

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CH 4

“Stiff is my spine and my body is pale, but I'm always ready to tell a tale. What am I?”

“Sounds like Fleur…” Hermione said under her breath.

“A flower?” The bronze eagle pondered the response. 

“Huh? No - That’s not my - ”

“I haven’t heard that one before.”

“I was referring to my girl - ” Hermione stopped herself. “Well that’s actually not right, is it? She's not my girlfriend. I don't know what she is really.”

The eagle stared for a moment and then proceeded to laugh. 

“Oh, the Veela!” The cackling continued. “I remember her. Good answer!” 

“No, that wasn’t my ans -”

“You may enter.”

“But that - Oh, whatever!” 

Hermione had never been in the Ravenclaw Tower before. She didn’t know what to expect as she was forced up the steps immediately at the entrance. 

As luck would have it, she turned the corner and walked right into the person she had come looking for.

“Oh!” Asther looked up in surprise. “Hermione?” 

“Hello. Sorry to barge in like this,” Hermione said, suddenly self conscious. “Can we talk? Privately?”

“Yes - Yeah, of course!”

Hermione ignored the stares from the other students as Asther led them the rest of the way up the stairs and into the large area that made up the common room. 

She looked around. She was impressed.

Not that she was comparing. 

Standing in the Ravenclaw Common Room felt like being in an academic institution. It was large and airy, comprising multiple floors of blue and bronze decor, surrounded by tall bookshelves and cluttered desks. 

Wherever there weren’t books, beautiful arched windows stretched from the floor to the ceiling, allowing a steady flow of natural sunlight to brighten up the massive room. As she glanced out of the windows she was met with an astonishing view of the Hogwarts grounds. 

She stepped back, overwhelmed for a moment by the altitude.

“It takes some getting used to,” Asther stood beside her. “But we get a remarkable view of the night sky. Not that you can’t stargaze during the day as well.” She gestured upwards.

Hermione stared up at the dome shaped ceiling, gasping at the revolving constellations and series of words, equations, and images pertaining to all types of maths and science. 

“This place is amazing,” Hermione said quietly.

She wasn’t comparing. 

The Gryffindor common room was the most inviting place Hermione had ever been in. It was cozy and warm, a safe place to sit comfortably, whether it was to study, or nap, or spend time with friends.

She was proud to be a Gryffindor. She would make that choice every time. 

That didn’t mean that she never wondered what it would be like to have agreed to Ravenclaw. She could get used to a place like this.

“You’re welcome any time you want, " Asther smiled, as if reading her mind. “We’re not worried about secrecy here. As long as you can answer the riddle, we are happy to share our space and resources.”

“Spoken like a true philomath.”

 “Takes one to know one.” Asther returned her smile. 

They paused for a moment in front of the Statue of Rowena Ravenclaw before Hermione was guided to a corner with a couple of soft armchairs.

“We can speak openly here,” Asther assured her as she pointed around the small area. “Classified Corner.” 

Hermione raised an eyebrow in question.

“It’s just Muffliato.” She laughed as she sat down and motioned for Hermione to do the same. “For when we do want some secrecy!” 

“Naturally.”

“So…” Asther looked curiously at her. “What can I do for you, Hermione?”

“Right…”

Hermione had not taken Asther’s initial invitation to talk. It had felt wrong to discuss her relationship woes about Fleur, especially to a mutual friend. But after their awful conversation, Hermione found herself in desperate need of a confidante.

She couldn’t talk to just anybody. Ron and Harry wouldn’t even know what to do if she brought up romantic problems. And she wasn’t comfortable enough with the girls yet to share such personal matters. 

Roger or Cho were the most aware of her relationship with Fleur as part of their circle last year, but she could hardly talk to either of them about anything more than the weather, if even! 

Viktor was completely out of the question. For one, it would take much too long between owls to effectively talk, and two, Fleur would most certainly go mad if Hermione went to him.

There were other contenders… Neville for example. But Hermione needed more than just a sympathetic ear, she needed someone who could truly relate.

Asther was that person. She was keenly aware of Hermione and Fleur’s relationship, and her recent disclosure about her own relationship with a girl brought Hermione a sense of comfort and understanding she just didn’t have with any of her other friends.

“Do you want to talk about Fleur?” 

Hermione slumped back on the chair and groaned. “I think I really messed up.” 

She wasn’t sure where to start. It wasn’t like she could say ‘my maybe girlfriend is in an underground resistance group intent on stopping the rise of Lord Voldemort and his followers and I’m jealous of her partner, who happens to be my best friend’s brother, who everyone seems to ship together, even though he’s much older than her, which is pretty hypocritical if you ask me, but I’m also glad she’s not alone on all of these dangerous secret missions she can’t tell me anything about, because I am truly terrified for her so I try not to think about it, and every day it feels like there’s more and more distance between us…’ 

Not that she could even if she wanted to. And she certainly did NOT want to. 

She felt ridiculous. 

Asther sensed Hermione’s reluctance, so she talked instead. She told her about being a lesbian in her conservative muggle town and how she had to keep her relationship with her girlfriend a secret. She told her about her hesitation when it came to telling her parents.

“I do think they would be accepting,” Asther admitted. “I just feel bad adding another thing on their list of worries about me. As if being a witch wasn’t enough, here is ANOTHER thing that makes their daughter weird and different. Plus, my girlfriend is terrified of anyone finding out. She made me swear I wouldn’t tell anyone, not even our friends.”

“I’m so sorry, Asther. That’s awful.” Hermione could tell it bothered her more than she led on.

“I don’t blame her…” she shrugged. “Our town is horrible. At least I get to leave for most of the year. She would have to stay behind and deal with the repercussions. I feel terrible that she can’t come with me. Not that that’s our only issue…” she sighed. “Do you think relationships are meant to be so hard?”

“I don’t know…” Hermione responded honestly. “But they are surely hard enough as is without the added bigotry and hatefulness. I am truly sorry.”

“Yeah…” Asther shifted the conversation back to her. “So what makes yours so hard?” 

Hermione sighed. It was only fair to share something after Asther had opened up. 

“We just have completely separate lives and…” she tried to narrow it down to the root of what she was feeling. “I suppose I feel like she is going to continue to grow and change in her new adult world and I'll be left behind. It’s like she sees me as this child who needs protecting, instead of… Her equal. Someone capable, who deserves honesty and respect.”

Asther placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. 

“You deserve both of those things and much more.” 

“Thanks,” Hermione sniffled and wiped her eyes. “For talking. And everything. It’s been difficult keeping this to myself.”

“Of course. Though selfishly it’s just as much for me as it is for you.” she winked. “Not many people I can talk to about these things either. I don’t know anyone else here like… us. I’ve been too afraid to ask, not sure how tolerant the Wizarding community is.”

“They don’t have a great track record.” Hermione scoffed. “I hadn’t realized how much I needed it, but I am glad to know there's more than one of us.”

“I’m glad it’s you.”

“Me too,” Hermine smiled. “You’re a good friend.”

Hermione felt much better as she headed out. Not only had she been able to vent, she and Asther had talked about much more than relationship drama. It had her thinking about herself more, her own identity and sexuality. 

Not that Hermione had any qualms about it, not necessarily. She had been curious when she first noticed her feelings for Fleur, but had not put much thought into it. The conversation had made her more explicitly aware that she was in fact not heterosexual and what that entailed. 

She wasn’t naive. She was aware of the homophobia that existed in the world. She had just never thought of herself as someone who had to worry about the greater social implications. Her relationship with Fleur had been ambiguous from the start, basically a secret. There hadn’t even been a thought about “coming out.” What would she even come out as? She had never wondered what her parents would think if she was gay. Or bi. Whatever she was. Fleur-sexual? 

She wanted to take her time to reflect more on it. Figure out what this meant for her as an individual. It was kind of exciting to think about exploring this side of herself. 

As she exited the tower she turned back to face the Eagle. 

“The right answer is book, by the way.”

“There is no right answer.”

“There is,” Hermione insisted. “And it's A Book.”

The eagle laughed. “I liked your first answer.”

Unfortunately, Fleur had left on her secret mission soon after the awful conversation. She at least had the decency to write before disappearing.

The note was much too short and entirely too polite, but Hermione appreciated not being left in the dark again.

Due to circumstances previously discussed, I will be unreachable for an undetermined amount of time.

You will know when I return. 

Affectueusement, FD

Hermione wondered how much thought Fleur had put into the note. If she had to send it off in a hurry or if it was rewritten multiple times. If she had realized she had signed it with affection.

Despite the questions, the message did bring Hermione reassurance. They might be upset with each other, but Fleur cared about her. They would talk when she was back. She tried not to think about the perilous situations and danger she might be in.

Instead, Hermione focused all of her attention back on her school activities, official and unofficial.

She wasn’t being dramatic when she had told Fleur she was incredibly busy. She had way too much stacked on her plate, and though she wasn’t happy about the fact that she was unable to reach Fleur, the forced break led to a drastic improvement in task prioritization and productivity.

Beyond regular 5th year coursework, which already bumped things up a notch, she also had Prefect duties, supporting Ron and Harry in Quidditch, navigating substance abuse and conflicts in SPEW, developing appropriate lesson plans for Hagrid, dealing with all of Umbridge’s ridiculous educational decrees… She had not even started preparing her study materials for her OWLs, and she still had several letters to catch up on! 

It was a lot. 

Nothing she couldn't handle though. 

It helped that Hermione had discovered the perfect place to work. In fact, she found herself spending a substantial amount of time in the Ravenclaw Tower.

It was hard not to! She even felt regret about not discovering it sooner. She thought of all the years she could have been surrounded by this studious energy, a place filled with books and knowledge to work in and explore! Not to mention the lack of distractions and hijinks.

She usually met up with Asther. They worked on homework and side projects, sometimes they would talk about Asther’s girlfriend. Hermione didn't bring up Fleur beyond noting that they had not talked and would not for a while. Asther didn’t press her. 

They had already been on friendly terms, they were now developing an easy, comfortable friendship.

As time went on Hermione began to notice that Ginny and Luna had become closer too. They were almost always sitting together during meals and she caught glimpses of the two scurrying around the Ravenclaw Tower on several occasions.

The two Gryffindors started running into each other on the way to the tower, eventually making it a habit to walk together to meet up with their friends. Luna commented that the two of them had become honorary Ravenclaws. 

“Not me,” Ginny laughed, “ I would never be able to get through the door without one of you brainiacs to give me the right answer!”

“It's not about being right,” Luna hummed, “it's about your reasoning.”

“True,” Asther smirked. “Luna's answers are always wildly different from mine, and she is let in every time!”

“He enjoys my… out of the box thinking.”

“Ingenuity,” Ginny said at the same time. 

“Oh, big word.” Luna teased. 

“I learned it from you,” Ginny poked back. “And it just happens to perfectly describe you.”

“Being a Ravenclaw is more than traditional intelligence,” Hermione observed thoughtfully as the two younger girls grinned foolishly at each other. “And intelligence is nothing without creativity and imagination.”

“Looks like we’re rubbing off on both of you.” Asther commented, smiling from behind her book.

The four of them could easily get lost in conversation and teasing when they were together, but they were also able to focus on their individual work and tasks, which Hermione appreciated, especially given how much sat on her to-do list. On days they had DA meetings, they would make plans to study, hang out, and head out together. 

As much as Umbridge continued to try to make their lives impossible, canceling student clubs didn't stop the DA. They resumed their meetings and only continued making amazing progress, learning new and vital skills from each other, both in defensive and offensive magic.

Hermione was hell bent on creating the best lesson plans for the DA, which included gathering information and knowledge from anyone who had something to offer. Harry was by far the most experienced, having actually fought Voldemort. Hermione and Ron also had real world fighting experience. But despite their combined experience and knowledge, Harry and Hermione had not grown up in the Wizarding World. She soon found that plenty of their classmates had their own share of useful tips and wisdom. Many had been taught or had somehow come across variations of magic and spells growing up. They just needed a space to hone their skills.

After meetings, Hermione and Harry would have a quick debrief, discussing what went well, what they could improve, and what to focus on next. It wasn’t meant to become an after-club extension, but more of their friends began staying behind too, excited to offer their input. This led to the organic creation of a wonderful and intellectually stimulating social club, The DASH (Dumbledore's Army Social Hour). It was the perfect way to continue connecting on a more personal level, instead of just for training. Hermione knew just how important the bonds of friendship were in the face of danger.

Luna and Ginny were usually the first to call it a night, sweaty and giddy from their overzealous dueling. Others would follow behind soon after. Asther usually waited to walk back with Hermione, either to their individual common rooms or to the Ravenclaw Tower for evening star gazing.

To Hermione’s surprise, Cho was sticking around too. It felt strange and sad to see her without Cedric. It made Hermione remember everything that had happened last year, everything that had changed, what they lost. And at the same time, it was nice to see Cho back to smiling and laughing. Even her arguments with Ron felt more like playful banter than fighting. 

Roger never showed up, despite invitations. Hermione had seen him a few times in the Ravenclaw Tower. He had looked surprised to see her, but didn’t stop to chat, cementing the belief that he did not want to interact with her or the others. She wondered if it was just too difficult. She could understand that. She let him be. 

Hermione was indeed keeping busy. And distracted. Which she certainly needed. 

She missed Fleur terribly.

Though she was no longer rushing back to her room between classes, Hermione did still find herself in the Beauxbatons book every so often. She knew Fleur wouldn’t be there, but being in the Palace brought her comfort. The feeling of their combined magic swirling around made her feel connected to Fleur.

Sometimes Hermione would lay in her bed reading the book of poems Fleur had gifted her. Réglisse, the reanimated piñata turned plushy, would snuggle up next to her while she read and commented softly to herself.

Crookshanks was weary, opting to go hunting during those times. Hermione was glad her cat had stopped trying to attack the little unicorn, who continued being an incredibly skittish colorful fluff.

Réglisse purred as Hermione scratched his soft head. She thought about her birthday, how wonderful it had been, how happy Fleur had been just to make Hermione smile. How she had almost ruined everything with her insecure questioning. She regretted that. She regretted how they had left things.

It was only in hindsight that Hermione could so clearly see all the evidence of Fleur's attentiveness and care towards her. She could have been anywhere else in her spare time, if she even had any at The Order, and she chose to be with Hermione. She chose to sneak into Hogwarts and throw her a party or sit in a magical realm where they could not even touch, just to talk to her.

Hermione wondered how she could be so daft! 

Every day that Hermione didn’t hear from Fleur felt like forever. And simultaneously, time was going by so quickly that she almost couldn’t believe it when she realized they were at the end of their last DA meeting before the Holiday break. 

Everyone cheered as Harry finished giving his final notes of encouragement before closing out the year. 

“Alright, Harry?” she looked over to her co-lead as he rubbed his forehead. “Headache still?”

“I’m fine,” Harry waved her off. “I think I’ll go lay down a bit. Good work, though. I appreciate it.”

“Right back at you,” Hermione patted him on the back. “You should be proud.”

“We should all be.” 

Hermione nodded as Harry made a quick exit. She looked around the Room of Requirement. She was proud. They had done a great job over the last few months. 

“This was wonderful, Dobby,” she remarked, gesturing around the decorated room. “Thank you.”

Dobby appeared with a smile on his face. She knew he had been nearby. 

The house elf had been a particularly joyful and wonderful resource over these past months. Albeit, sometimes a bit overzealous when it came to Harry. 

He beamed triumphantly, staring up at his banner.

“HAVE A VERY HARRY CHRISTMAS!!” Asther snickered as she approached, nudging Hermione’s arm.

“Don’t laugh,” Hermione nudged back playfully. “He’s doing his best.”

“He really is. Look!” she pointed above them. “Even mistletoe.”

“Oh…” 

Hermione was taken aback, suddenly pulled into a memory. 

It was a year ago. She was with Fleur at the Yule Ball after-party. The mistletoe was hanging over them. They had argued about their dates. Admonished each other for being on said dates. 

It had been a disaster. 

A disaster that led to their first encounter in the Mentis Consociatus. 

After Hermione and Viktor kissed, Fleur had inadvertently pulled them into the shared mind space for the first time. The shared consciousness created by Fleur’s Veela Thrall, fueled by jealousy and their shared affection. Their shared attraction. 

“Hermione?”

Asther’s voice pulled her out of the moment.

“Hm? Oh, sorry,” she smiled apologetically. “I really should head back. You coming?”

“Uh, yeah…” Ashter smiled weakly. “Lost you there for a second. Thought it was something I said?”

“What? Oh, no! Of course not, I was just…” Hermione shrugged. “Just stuck in a memory.

Hermione was grateful to have a friend like Asther. Someone she could talk to about relationship drama and sexuality, about the muggle and wizard worlds. But the Mentis Consociatus was just for her and Fleur. She didn’t share that with anyone else.

“Hold on.” Hermione stopped them after they headed out of the room. “Didn’t you have more stuff?”

“Oh…uh…” Asther turned hesitantly. “I’m sure I can get it later.”

“Don’t be silly,” Hermione laughed as she dragged her back inside. “It’s the last day of term and you know how effective Mrs. Norris is about disappearing whatever gets left behind. Not quite sure how it works with this room though… Best case it ends up lost in the hodgepodge misfit items…”

It took Hermione a moment to register what happened next. 

Her response was comically delayed as she watched Ron and Cho jumped away from each other in slow motion underneath the mistletoe. 

“...Oh… OH!” 

“Well someone’s got the right idea,” Asther stifled a laugh as she quickly gathered her belongings, stuffing them into her knapsack.

“Hermione!” Ron cried out, red with embarrassment. 

“Sorry!” She squealed, still frozen in place. 

Asther grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the room, waking her from her stupor as the two raced off in a flurry. 

“Oooh my gosh!” Asther hooted. “That was - ”

“Unexpected!” Hermione was still reeling after catching her best friend mid snog.

“No it wasn't!" Ashter shook her head. They had paused to take a breath. “It was only a matter of time.”

“Really?”

“You are so oblivious, Hermione.” Asther booped her nose. “No offense.”

“Some taken!” she laughed, pushing her hand away. “But likely true. Fleur always said the same.”

“Right… Fleur…” 

“But I thought - ” Hermione continued processing her confusion.

“That Ron liked you?” Asther smirked.

“Wha - That’s not what - ”

“Relax, I'm teasing,” she said. “Anyway, he’s been over you since he realized who his competition was. Quitter.”

“I was going to say that I thought that Cho and Harry might have a thing going on!” Hermione responded indignantly, ignoring the comment.

“Yeah, I think Cho might be a little… conflicted” Asther smiled. “Think she fancies both of them.”

“Well that’s messy.” 

“Love is messy,” her friend retorted. “We can't always help who we fall for.”

“I suppose…” Hermione shrugged, knowing full well how true that was. “Anyway I would like to stop thinking about my best friend with his tongue down my other friend’s throat. Talk about something else. Anything to distract me.”

Asther opened her mouth to speak, stopped herself, and tried again.

“Plans for Christmas?” she eventually landed on an easy topic.

“I’m supposed to go skiing with my parents. You?”

“Headed back home. My girlfriend would freak if I didn’t.”

“Don’t you want to see her?”

“Of course I do.” Asther said quickly. “Just with all the recent arguing… I'm nervous.”

“I’m sure it will be fine,” Hermione placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. That seemed to make Asther relax. “You’ll see! All the arguing will seem silly once you’re together. You’re going to be ecstatic to see each other again.”

“I suppose you’re right.”

“of course I am. Well...” Hermione smiled as they reached the Gryffindor common room. “Have a nice holiday then.”

“You too.” Asther smiled back, but she didn’t leave. 

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah, it’s just…” 

“What?”

Hermione was pulled into a tight hug. It was warm. Comfortable. 

“Happy Christmas, friend.”

Hermione found herself happily returning the hug.

“Happy Christmas to you too. See you next year.”

Hermione strolled into the common room with a huge smile on her face. The term had really been a success. She had done wonderfully on all of her courses and developed lovely friendships. Fleur would be proud!

She was looking forward to a bit of a reset. Hopeful that Fleur would be back soon as well. 

Her smile faded as soon as she saw Harry rush towards her, sweaty and in a panic. 

“Where’s Ron!?” he demanded.

“I’m sure it’s not what you think, Harry,” Hermione desperately tried to fix the situation “Cho is just -”

“What? What are you on about?”

“What are you - ?”

“Mr. Weasley!” Harry gripped her arms. “He’s in trouble!”

“Hey guys, what’s - ” Ron walked in casually, his goofy smile evaporating as quickly as Hermione’s had a moment ago. “I can explain.”

“Ron!” Harry rushed to his friend. “It’s your dad!”

Harry spoke quickly, stumbling over his words as he tried to explain what he had just experienced or witnessed. Or dreamt? It was all a bit confusing. 

“Wait, so… in your dream… this giant snake attacked my dad?”

“It wasn’t a dream, Ron! It was real. I… I was there!”

“Are you sure mate?”

“YES!”

Ron and Hermione looked at each other.

“We don't know what this dream might mean, Harry.” Hermione tried to reason with him. They had no way of knowing for sure what the vision meant. And Harry had not exactly been at a 100% mental capacity recently.

“It wasn’t a - I know what I saw!”

“Of course,” Hermione stated calmly. She looked up, only just noticing Neville standing by, waiting for a call to action. “Which is why we have to get you to Dumbledore.”

“I’ll get McGonagall,” Neville said without hesitation and sprinted out of the common room.

“You think my dad’s really been attacked?" Ron asked, fidgeting nervously. 

“YES!”

“We can’t know for certain… but I trust Harry.” She nodded to Harry, offering him reassurance. “I’ll stay here and see if I can’t reach anyone at The Order.” 

Hermione ran up to her room. Her roommates were gone, unsurprisingly, it being the last day of term and all. She grabbed the Beauxbatons book, closed the curtains around her bed, opened the book and waited.

She had no idea how much time went by. It could have been hours, though it was likely closer to 10 or 15 minutes before Fleur showed up.

“‘Ermione! I -” Fleur stopped mid sentence, worry spread across her face as soon as she met Hermione's eyes. “What's happened?”

Hermione put it all out. She explained the strange situation as best she could, unsure what Fleur would make of all of it. She wouldn’t blame her for being skeptical. She wouldn’t blame her if she gave her a sympathetic smile and told her she was being overly cautious, dramatic. Silly.

She continued rambling on regardless.

“Harry and Ron have gone with McGonagall. On their way to Dumbledore I hope. I was supposed to go skiing with my parents this year. There's no way I can go now. I’ll have to meet up with them. Ron and Harry that is. At The Burrow - No that may not be safe - Grimmauld Place then? Oh, I don’t know!”

“‘Ermione!” Fleur reached towards her, forgetting she could not touch her. “Attends!”.

“I have to go, Fleur! I have to be there for them!”

“Just wait!” 

“Wait for what!?” She responded angrily, stepping away from her, as if the perceived distance would make a difference. “I’m going to be with my friends. Don’t try to stop me, Fleur!”

“I won't.” She said sternly. “I would not”

“You won’t?”

“No!” Fleur walked up as close as she could, her hands twitching at her sides. “Just… give me a bit of time. To see what is happening on my end?”

“But I need to -”

“Please,” Fleur pleaded. “Just wait for me.”

“What do you mean wait for you?”

“I am coming to you."

“Oh…”

“Get yourself ready and meet me in the Owlery. Wait for me there. Do not do anything rash.”

Hermione wanted to protest, but her body didn’t allow it. The truth was she wanted nothing more than to be with Fleur in person as soon as possible.  

“OK.”

Cornelius watched from his post, vigilantly guarding the entrance for any intruders as Hermione paced around the owlery. 

She turned quickly towards the staircase as the owl flapped his wings in excitement.

“Cherie…?”

Hermione ran to her, unceremoniously lunging into her arms. She hadn’t realized just how much she was missing this, how much she needed Fleur’s embrace.

Not just now, but for the last 3 months. She had been too good at distracting herself and holding back her feelings.

“Fleur…” 

She could finally let it all out.

“Ça va aller, ma petite souris. Ça va aller.”

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CH 5

The Knight Bus was awful. Hermione wouldn't admit it of course. Not after stubbornly insisting it be her mode of transportation. 

As soon as she had learned that Mr. Weasley had in fact been attacked, and that he was okay and being cared for at St Mungos, she started putting together her plan. She was canceling her ski trip and heading to the Burrow. 

The idea for the Knight Bus had come to her while she mentally arranged the logistics of how she was going to get herself anywhere without a magical family to guide her. She remembered hearing about the Knight Bus after Harry's adventure in their 3rd year. She had been curious about it then. Now, she saw it as a perfect opportunity to try something new and take care of her needs without anyone’s assistance. 

It was hard enough being muggle born and having to learn so many basic magical matters that her schoolmates passively retained as children. She wanted to be more independent and not feel like a burden. Besides, she found public transportation to be a perfectly suitable option back at home. Why would it be any different?

Fleur disagreed. 

“Ze Knight Bus is NOT safe!”

She wanted to contact The Order to set up a portkey somewhere outside the grounds, or have Dumbledore give her access to the Floo Network like he had in the past. 

Hermione countered the argument. 

“In terms of not being tracked or magically traced it actually IS the safest and most secure! Plus, I'm a Prefect. I can't just be sneaking around, finding illegal portkeys and unauthorized Floo connections.”

“Really?” Fleur asked. “That is where you draw the line?”

“Everything is being monitored by Umbridge at this point and I won't lose my badge due to a careless oversight! Furthermore,” she continued, “I want the experience. And frankly, I don't need your permission.”

They stared at each other for a moment.

“Fine!” Fleur raised her hands in defeat. “I am not here to tell you what to do.”

“Good.”

“But I am going with you.”

And that is how the two of them ended up on the Knight Bus in a repeating cycle of ungraceful standing and falling over each other at every turn. 

There were a lot of turns.

Under different circumstances it might have been fun, titillating even, but given their current strained status with each other, it was mostly awkward. Neither seemed sure what the situation was between them and how they should behave. After their reconnection in the Owlery, they had immediately gone straight to business. They did not talk about them.

“Ow!”

“Oof… Désolée.”

Every movement led to another abrupt jolt, shoving them harder against each other. Hermione tried to adjust herself but the bus made another sharp turn and she fell right back onto Fleur, face first into her chest. 

“Sorry…”

“C’est bon…”

Fleur smiled politely as she tried to help them detach. 

“Maybe we just stay as is?” She suggested. “We are just going to continue ramming into each other in this most unpleasant manner.”

“You don't mind?”

“Why would I mind ‘aving you close?”

Hermione responded with a timid shrug . She smiled to herself and allowed her body to relax onto Fleur. They immediately balanced much more effectively latched together this way. 

“Are you okay?” Hermione asked from the new position.

“I am,” Fleur responded. She placed a tentative hand on her head. “Why do you ask?”

“Well, for one, your Allure is going absolutely mad right now.” Hermione chuckled. “I thought you could control it better now.”

“I told you I would not hold it back from you.” Fleur replied. “And there is no sense hiding how much I've missed you.”

Hermione hummed and pulled herself closer. She felt Fleur’s arms wrap around her, the Allure following suit. She missed the feeling. 

“There’s something else though, isn't there?” 

Beyond the warmth, Hermione could sense an inquietude. 

Fleur stared out quietly before responding. 

“Yes…” She looked down at her. “Later. C'est bon?”

“Okay.”

The rest of the ride was much more pleasant. The bumps and turns hardly caused them any issues. Hermione even fell asleep for a short period of time, laying across Fleur who had found a comfortable enough seating position while staying vigilantly awake.

It was late by the time they arrived at The Burrow.

“Hermione!” 

The door opened before they even had a chance to knock. Mrs. Weasley’s clock likely informed her that Hermione had arrived. “What a sight for sore eyes you are!”

“Mrs. Weasley!”

The stocky woman pulled Hermione into her arms, gripping her tightly as they shared reassuring words with each other.

“Oh.” The matriarch looked up at Hermione’s companion in surprise. “Hello, Fleur. I wasn’t expect - Well, thank you for bringing Hermione, of course.”

“Of course. We are all very worried about Arthur.” Fleur smiled politely. 

“Are you going to be staying as well then?” Molly asked, still standing at the door. “I assumed you would be at Grimmauld Place.”

Fleur took a breath and smiled even wider. She looked like she would rather sleep at the bottom of the Black Lake. She visibly relaxed when Hermione caught her eye. 

“If that is okay with you, Molly. I am sure this has been very difficult for you. I don’t want to intrude.”

“Difficult is an understatement," Molly huffed before moving aside to let them in. "It has been a terrible shock to our family that's for certain. I suppose it’s an Order matter as well, isn’t it?” 

Hermione watched the interaction in confusion. She hadn't given any thought to their relationship before, but she surely wasn’t expecting any tension between them.

She and Fleur took their seats on the couch while Molly went into the kitchen.

“Quest-ce que -?”“ Hermione started to ask in a whisper.

“Ce n'est rien.” Fleur shushed her as Molly returned with a tea tray.

“I’m sorry, Fleur. I wasn't expecting you. I only made enough for two.”

“That is fine, Molly. I do not need anything.”

“Well, you don't really like tea anyway, do you? I don't think I could make coffee at this hour. Just the smell would keep me up all night and you’re probably hoping to get to bed anyway after your long day. You can stay in your usual room, of course. You know where it is.” 

She waited for Fleur to take her leave.

Fleur stifled a noise in her throat. 

“You are right.” She stood up. “It ‘as been a vairy long day. It would be best if I go to bed.”

“I tried to get Bill to get some rest too, but of course he had important matters to attend to. Not sure when he’s coming back. I hope you weren’t expecting to see him up there.”

Fleur pursed her lips. 

“I actually spoke to him earlier,” she smiled as she placed a reassuring hand on Hermione’s shoulder, keeping her from following her. 

“Did you? Never quite sure with the two of you.”

“Yes. He was visiting his father and is staying at Grimmauld Place tonight. I will see him tomorrow.”

“Well. I guess I'm just out of the loop, then.” 

“Je suppose.” Fleur said between her teeth. She squeezed Hermione’s shoulder, not quite as reassuringly. “Well, good night.”

“You can share a room with Ginny, dear.” Mrs. Weasley had already shifted her attention to Hermione. “Once you’re done with your tea.”

"Bonne nuit,” Hermione called out to Fleur’s disappearing figure.

“Oh yes, good night, Fleur.” 

As soon as Fleur was out of view Molly was next to Hermione, catching her by surprise as she broke down into a tearful ramble. 

“Thank you for coming, dear. At times like these I would prefer to just be around family… but I suppose that's not possible what with the Order and the constant cycling of strangers. Our home is basically a second Headquarters. Unofficially of course. We don’t handle business here, not safe enough. But everyone is always here nonetheless. I’ve basically been charged with managing two full households!”

Hermione patted her back, conflicted. She wanted to give the woman reassurance and comfort but at the same time she was feeling protective of Fleur. 

“I’m sure everyone’s very appreciative of your work and hospitality.”

Mrs Weasley smiled and brought her into another hug. 

“I’m sorry," she sighed.  "I shouldn't be complaining to you. It’s all fine, of course. Important work we’re doing. I’m just stressed.” 

“Of course.”

“It’s nice to see your face. You are family to us, Hermione. You know that, right?”

“Thank you.” Hermione’s frustration dissipated as she held the maternal figure. “That means a lot to me.”

They sat together for just a few more minutes, moving on to lighter conversation as they had their tea. Hermione imagined how difficult all of this must be for her. She worried about Fleur all the time, but every single person in Mrs. Weasley’s family was in danger one way or another. Her husband. Her children. As well as the two muggle borns she had adopted into the family. 

By the time Hermione headed upstairs she was still feeling a bit confused, very exhausted, and yearning for a proper goodnight with Fleur. 

Before she could be too upset about it, she was unexpectedly being steered away from Ginny's bedroom door. It was strange and remarkable to be on this end of Fleur’s Veela magic.

“You do not need to wake her,” Fleur whispered. “Stay with me.”

“What about Bill?”

Fleur rolled her eyes and tugged her into another room. 

“I do not sleep with William. I share with Nymphodora when we have to stay here. She is at Grimmauld Place.”

“Sorry, I didn't mean to -” Hermione had immediately lamented the attack. She didn’t want the comments about Bill to get to her, but it was hard to make sense of anything at the moment. 

Even so, she had told herself she was no longer going to jump to conclusions. She reminded herself that she knew how Fleur felt about her. She had shown her many times. 

“I'm just confused. What was that all about?”

“What do you mean?” Fleur said casually. 

“With Mrs. Weasley?”

She watched Fleur’s face shift as she thought it over, pacing around the room, contemplating what to say.

Hermione waited. 

“Je ne sais pas!” she finally cried out in frustration. “It is a lose-lose with zat woman!”

“Before she even knows me, she ‘ates me! When she thinks I am dating her son, she ‘ates me. When she thinks I do not want to date her son, she ‘ates me. It is ‘orrible!”

Hermione had the sense to put a silencing charm in the room once Fleur started letting it all out. 

“I thought it would be nice to be integrated into a family while I am away from my own, but it is ze opposite!” 

Hermione didn’t know what to say. She let Fleur continue.

“It is not just her. Everyone treats me like I am a child! Zey do not listen to my ideas, zey are always interrupting me. Zey would prefer me in ze kitchen making tea all day probably! Ze only ones who treat me in a somewhat respectful manner are William and Nymphodora.”

“I'm sure that -”

“Just wait, zey say! Be patient! You are new, you ‘ave to earn your place! Do not mind Molly!" She repeated their words in frustration. "But it is easy for them! She loves them! Everyone loves them! Everyone thinks zey are great! Bill and Tonks, so young, so impressive, so great!” She took an exasperated breath. “I am also great! Why do they not see zat!?”

“Of course you are!” 

“All they see is my face and zis body, and…” she groaned at her own words. “I know ‘ow that sounds, but it is true!”

“Hey…” Hermione grabbed her arms to settle her down. “It's okay.”

Fleur fell onto the bed and shrieked into her pillow. Hermione sat back, not knowing how to comfort her. She had no idea Fleur had been feeling this way. It felt reminiscent of the night after the failure of the second task. The only other time she had seen Fleur this upset.

“My mother asks me how I am doing and I tell her everything is fine! Tout vas bien ! N'est pas problème! I am only risking my life and then treated like an imbecile…” she paused. “And I feel so stupid to be so upset. To be complaining even now, with so much ‘appening. All of these ‘orrible things in motion. Arthur at St Mungos… So much awful things…It is ‘orrible. I am ‘orrible!” 

She frowned as she sat up to look at Hermione. “Forgive me.” 

“Hey, it's okay.” Hermione tried to comfort her. “You can vent to me. And you’re certainly not horrible.”

She let Hermione guide her back down into the bed.

“I am so exhausted, ‘Ermione.” 

“I know.”

“I only just arrived back a day ago. I ‘oped I could rest for a moment before anything else ‘appened.” She turned towards Hermione. “Before you and I had a chance to speak…”

“I know.” Hermione ignored the ominous feeling in her stomach. She had only been anticipating a conversation for months. She reminded herself of all of the ways Fleur had expressed her feelings for her. Those things don’t just go away. “We'll have time. You need rest.”

Fleur nodded her head and her eyelids began to droop, as if Hermione's words were all the permission she needed to let go. 

“Thank you.” She reached for Hermione before drifting off. 

“Always.” Hermione lay next to her. She felt the Allure ease as she positioned herself around Fleur, holding her body close. 

Hermione opened her eyes. She recognized the ethereal sensation in and around her body. The space was bright and familiar, yet there was a notable difference. The normally blurry edges around her periphery were gone, and she could actually make out a vast, bright room around her. She realized that Fleur must have accidentally pulled them into the Mentis Consociatus, likely still in distress as she fell asleep. 

“Fleur?” she called out in a whisper. “Fleur!”

She wasn’t sure if she could even inhabit this space without her.

A soft whimper caught Hermione’s attention. 

She turned and immediately found the source. A little blonde girl sitting on the edge of her bed. No doubt, a Veela. She could have easily been mistaken for Gabrielle Delacour, but Hermione knew exactly who she was. 

“Salut, petite Fleur.” She approached the crying girl. “Qu'est-ce que passe?” 

"Qu'est-ce qui se passe,” little Fleur said between sniffles.

“Oh!” Hermione laughed. “Merci. Thank you for the correction.” 

“Je suis désolée… Je suis tellement impoli!” she berated herself. “Je ne peux rien faire de bien!”

“C’est bon.” Hermione sat next to her and placed a gentle hand over her shoulder. 

“Non. Maman says I should only speak in English with ze British. But… I did not want to!”

Hermione chuckled. “That’s okay. I really should practice my French.”

“I always do ze wrong thing,” the little girl shook her head, unable to hear Hermione’s reassurances. “Zaire must be something wrong with me!”

“I’m sure that’s not true.” Hermione lifted her chin so she could look at her. “Did something happen? Is someone upset with you?”

“Maman does not get upset. She is just… disappointed.” she cried into her hands. “I will make zem look bad! My village. Ze Veelas. I am better zan this! I must be better!”

“You are perfect just the way you are!” Hermione pulled her into a hug, holding back her own tears. It was hard to hear little Fleur’s critical words towards herself. She wanted to make all the pressure and judgment disappear. “You are far too young to be bearing that heavy of a burden.”

Hermione held little Fleur in her arms and let the girl cry it out. 

They sat for several minutes that way until she was eventually holding adult Fleur in her arms.

“Hi…” Fleur smiled weakly before burying her head back into Hermione’s neck. ”Je suis gênée.”

“Hi.” Hermione chuckled, tucking a strand of blond hair behind her ear. She looked around the room. It had become more discernable the longer they stayed inside. “So, are we in your childhood bedroom? That’s different.”

“Mmm. Kind of…” Fleur responded, sitting back up. “I suppose now that we are actually aware of The Mentis Consociatus and it is not completely controlled by the Allure - ”

“You mean our pent up, repressed sexual energy?”

“Yes,” Fleur laughed. “Only to make room for other pent up, repressed feelings.”

“So who created - ?” 

“This is our space,” Fleur said pensively, as if she was figuring it out as she explained. “We ‘ave always been the ones to create it, even if subconsciously. It molds into what we need at the time I believe. As embarrassing as that is.”

“No need to be embarrassed,” Hermione said. “It’s nice to know you feel safe enough to be vulnerable with me.”

“Instead of hiding beneath lustful actions?”

“I don’t necessarily mind that either.” Hermione bit her lip. 

“I ‘ave been working on my self-restraint.” 

Hermione found herself wishing that wasn’t the case. The last time she had held a crying Fleur and gotten pulled into the Mentis Consociatus things had turned physical quickly. She wanted to feel that unrestricted pull again. She knew it was a bad idea, especially after all the work Fleur was doing to control her Allure, especially in this semi-conscious space. 

Still, the newfound self-restraint hurt. She couldn't help but think how this was the longest period of time they had spent without Fleur giving in and kissing her. She wondered if this was a consequence of their argument. It must have impacted Fleur more than she realized.

“Well,” Hermione grazed her cheek, wiping away old tears. “If we don't need to hide, shall we go back to reality then?”

“I suppose.” Fleur looked around. “Although I am still feeling very embarrassed.”

“You’re okay.” Hermione positioned their foreheads together and placed a hand over Fleur’s cheek before closing her eyes. She felt Fleur’s shaky breath against her as they brought themselves back.

They gazed at each other as the room took form around them and they were laying back in bed. It took Hermione all of her own self restraint to not bring their lips together at that moment. She opted to place a kiss on her forehead instead. 

“See? We’re okay.”

“I am sorry for my… how do you say, euh… crise émotionnelle?”

“Come here.” Hermione chuckled. She turned her so she could hold her from behind and spoke softly against her ear. “After everything that's happened, I think you were due for a little meltdown.”

“It is twice already that you ‘ave had to take care of me this way.”

“I’ve had plenty of my own emotional crises, haven’t I? Some more trivial than others. And you always took care of me.”

“C’est vrai,” Fleur hummed. “Now that you say it I can think of a few.”

“Shhh… Ça suffit…” Hermione cooed, inadvertently grazing her ear. She felt Fleur tighten and then relax against her.

“Go to sleep, little Fleur. We’ll talk tomorrow.”

“À demain, ma petite souris.”

Hermione was up early the next morning with a mission. She coaxed Fleur to get up with her so they could work on her relationship with Mrs. Weasley. 

She tried her best. 

“Let us help you Mrs. Weasley,” she dragged Fleur into the kitchen with her. “Fleur really wanted to help with breakfast this morning.”

“Oh, really?” the woman practically laughed in disbelief.

“Yes, Molly. That is what I want.” Fleur was not doing much better. “You look tired.”

Molly’s eyes shot up angrily. “Well I may not be a feast for the eyes, but - !”

“Non! I did not mean - !”

“What Fleur means…” Hermione sat the matriarch down. “Is that you have so much on your plate! Weren't you telling me how you’ve been single handedly managing two households?”

“And I am perfectly capable of doing so!”

“Of course you are! And anyone would be completely exhausted! We were just thinking that with everything going on, you really deserve a break. Don’t you agree?”

“You’re probably right.” Molly sighed. “It’s just… It helps me to keep busy, you know?”

“I completely understand,” Fleur chimed in. “Having a sense of control, of being able to do something, ANYTHING productive while so much is out of your hands. I know that feeling well.”

“Do you?” she asked wearily.

“Yes, of course!”

Hermione grimaced as the well meaning girl shared a completely unrelatable story regarding a French aristocrat, an art gala, and magically rearranging châteaus in central Paris. It was painful to watch.

“...and so, I ‘ad to let go of my pride and allow ze directeur créatif to ‘elp me reconfigure ze whole thing!”

“Pride indeed!” Molly stood up furiously.

“Uhh…” Hermione wasn’t sure how to bring them back. 

“Yes, pride does not do us many favors.” Fleur responded coolly. “So would you let me help you or not?”

“Hah!” Mrs. Weasley began to open and slam cabinets, pulling out what she needed and muttering along the way. “Help me, she says.”

“Oh, come on now!” Hermione took both their hands in an attempt to lift the mood. “I haven’t had a chance to do some magical cooking in a while. It will be fun! I’m sure we could both learn a lot from you, Mrs. Weasly. Right, Fleur?”

“Oui. I would love zis.” Fleur said impassionately.

“Fine.” The stubborn woman acquiesced. “For you, Hermione.” She glanced at Fleur. “But don’t expect me to just sit on my butt looking pretty.”

“Right…” Hermione laughed nervously as she pulled on an apron and tossed one over to Fleur. 

Fleur let out a sigh as she got to work. She quietly completed the tasks designated to her, holding back complaints, though her face did not conceal it well. Hermione found it endearing. 

The heaviness notwithstanding, it felt nice to be in a domestic setting together. She imagined what it might be like if they had their own place to exist in together. They were always in someone else’s home or at Hogwarts, relegated to The Owlery. The Mentis Consociatus was as close as they had, but it was meant to be an extraordinary space to be used in extraordinary circumstances (or when Fleur was feeling overwhelmed). It wasn’t their everyday. It wasn’t real. 

Hermione knew what she imagined was a pipedream. They were in a precarious moment in the wizard world with a very real possibility of history repeating itself, and the possibility of war. 

There was too much uncertainty about the future. She could only focus on now. And it felt good to be together now.

They chatted as they worked, or rather Hermione started conversations and tried to bring the other two in. She really wanted to get them to get along, but neither of the two other women were giving her much to work with.

“Did you know that Fleur…”

“Oh. I did not know that…”

“Yes, and Fleur have you told Mrs. Weasley about…”

“No. I ‘ave not had ze chance. I ‘ave been so busy with important meetings…”

“Mrs. Weasley, I remember you mentioned that lovely song by Celestina …”

“Sorry, Hermione. I actually have to see to something. I’ll be right back.”

“Oh,” Hermione sighed. “Alright then.” 

“Thank you for trying.” Fleur frowned. “But there is no use. She ‘ates me. You see?”

“The situation is not great,” Hermione admitted. “Worse than I had hoped.”

“Does this mean we can leave now?” Fleur’s face perked up.

“No!” Hermione swatted her with a dish towel. “We committed to helping with breakfast. Anyway, I am sure she’ll warm up to you in time.” 

“I do not share your optimism.”

“Well…” Hermione treaded lightly as she shared her thoughts. “Perhaps it would be helpful if you changed your strategy. Maybe you can try a little harder?”

 “I am trying!” Fleur scoffed and crossed her arms. 

“Are you?” Hermione raised an eyebrow.

“Did you not ‘ear my anecdote?”

"Right..." Hermione laughed. Something about seeing Fleur so wound up and behaving like this made her want to hold her and placate her. She could feel the older girl’s walls up from being in Molly’s presence, and even just talking about her. Perhaps this was more like home than Fleur realized. 

"If anyone should be trying harder it should be her."

Hermione walked gently towards her. “I know Molly can be a bit - ” 

“Overbearing? Judgmental?”

“I think it might just be a communication issue.” Hermione stepped closer. “You come from very different worlds, and yet you’re not all that different.”

“I disagree.” Fleur scoffed, stepping backwards into the countertop as Hermione maneuvered into her personal space.

“Maybe you could pull down the defenses,” she gently untangled Fleur’s arms from their crossed position. “Be a little more open?”

“I am not being defensive.” Fleur pouted as Hermione took hold of her hands. 

She raised them to her lips and smiled. “Is that right?”

“Oui… I…”

Hermione stepped even closer, their bodies now touching. Fleur softened as she slid her hands up her neck and face, gently caressing her cheeks. 

Hermione felt the allure relax, the walls coming down with it.

“Do you think you could behave as pleasantly with her as you do with me?”

Fleur closed her eyes as Hermione ran her fingers down her cheeks and under her chin. 

“I…” 

The sound of footsteps rushing down the stairs, practically shaking the whole building, interrupted the moment. The rest of the house was waking up.

Fleur quickly pulled Hermione’s hands down and stepped around her, a neutral expression returning to her face. 

“I suppose I can try to adjust my behavior. Assuming she will respond in kind.”

Hermione nodded, uncertain if she had crossed a line. She had sensed the Allure’s ambivalence. Perhaps it was too much too soon before having had their conversation. 

Before she could ask, the kitchen door flung open.

“Hermione!”

“Harry! Ron!”

The trio greeted each other with hugs and laughter, an air of relief surrounding them. 

The boys were excited to see Fleur as well. Hermione had almost forgotten that neither had seen her since the end of last year. She rolled her eyes at Ron’s blush when Fleur kissed his cheek in greeting. 

“Remind me,” she whispered to Fleur. “To tell you about the latest Ronald nonsense.”

The twins and Ginny soon joined in, hugging Hermione as she offered reassuring words about their dad.

They smiled politely at Fleur.

“Salut, George. Fred. Nice to see you again. I hear you ‘ave been spreading rumors?”

“What!? No.”

“Us!? Never.”

“It was Ginny!” The two of them pointed at their sister as they made their escape. “Oh, I think mum’s calling us.” “Better go! Coming mother!”

“Wha -” Ginny looked around in alarm. “I haven’t said a thing. I swear!”

Hermione watched in amusement as Fleur shot Ginny a serious look, shifting much too quickly into a smile when she noticed Ginny’s panic, immediately reassuring her that she was only teasing. She imagined she was just as yielding with her own little sister.

Hermione was happy to see that the interpersonal issues didn’t extend to more of the Weasleys. They were family after all. She wanted them to get along with Fleur.

Molly eventually returned, muttering about Order business interrupting her schedule. She at least looked grateful that Hermione and Fleur had not abandoned their posts, managing to get breakfast going for the house. She did not need to know how much of it was Harry and Ginny’s doing.

They all spent the morning at The Burrow, comforted in their ability to rest and be in familiar company. Fleur stayed as well. Not persistently with Hermione, but always in close proximity. 

Once members of the Order arrived Fleur was quickly swept into their orbit, away from the lighthearted chatter of the Hogwarts students, and back into more serious and secretive business. Meanwhile, the rest of them were vanquished to the sitting room. It was incredibly unfair. Especially given how involved they were in everything. Especially Harry. He was perpetually miffed about being left out.

“So. Did you arrive this morning?” Ginny plopped into the chair next to Hermione by the fireplace. “I didn’t hear you come in last night.”

Hermione was reading a school book, committed to staying ahead of her holiday schedule. 

“No.” she stated plainly, eyes focused on the book.

“So where did you sleep last night?”

“Fleur and Tonks’ room.” she replied. “Tonks was at Grimmauld Place and I didn't want to wake you.”

“Ohhh.” Ginny nodded, grinning as she continued. “You know, I peeked in this morning to see if Fleur needed anything and only one bed was unmade.”

Hermione put her book down to glare at Ginny. “Did you have a question for me?”

“Nope.” 

“How’s Luna by the way?”

“Oh, she’s been so wonderful!” Ginny’s smile brightened. “I’ll have to show you the care package she sent me.”

They both looked up as the door to the unofficial meeting room opened and the Order members made their way out. Several of them said their goodbyes. A few stayed behind. Hermione watched Bill and Fleur walk out together and immediately separate. She couldn’t help but notice that they were behaving awkwardly. 

She wasn’t the only one who noticed. She observed Bill taking a seat in the corner of the room.

“Oi, Bill.” Fred sprung up next to his brother.

“Trouble in Paradise?” George joined on his other side.

“What?” Bill waved them off as he sat in the corner chair. “What are you two on about?”

“Enough boys.” Mrs. Weasley scolded them quietly. “Leave your brother alone. He has enough to deal with without you concocting juvenile drama for everyone to get caught up in.”

Hermione was pulled away from her eavesdropping when she heard Fleur exhale and take a seat next to her.

“Everything okay?” 

“Yes, of course.” Fleur nodded. “Well no, actually. But it is nothing to concern yourself with.”

“Right,” Hermione tried to not be annoyed. “Order business.”

“I’m sorry…” Fleur placed a hand on her knee, immediately drawing it back when she noticed Ginny’s rapt attention on them. “You know I can’t -”

“Don’t you have somewhere to be?” Hermione stared at Ginny until she got the hint and scrambled away. 

“I know.” She rubbed the spot Fleur had touched her. It felt warm despite the quick retreat.

“Molly said you are going to St Mungos later. Would you mind if I came along?” Fleur asked as if it was up to Hermione. “I would love to see Arthur and… to be close. If you wanted that.”

“That would be nice.” Hermione looked up with a smile. “I’ve never been to a Wizard hospital before.”

“Then I will be sure to stay by your side.”

St Mungo’s was hard. Harder than Hermione had expected. The sounds. The smells. The feeling of unease. It was like being in an emergency room and a psychiatric ward all at once. 

True to her word, the Veela did not leave her side. Hermione was glad she was there. She felt the Allure surrounding her like a blanket or a forcefield, offering protection. 

The visit with Mr. Weasley was the easy part. The jolly man was delighted to receive so many visitors. He was incredibly grateful to Harry, as were all the Weasleys. Thanks to his vision and quick action, Arthur had been found and brought to St Mungos just in time for the healers to stop the bleeding that could have easily taken his life. Hermione still felt uncertain about the whole vision thing, but she of course was also incredibly grateful about how things turned out. 

It wasn’t until they neared the end of their visit that Hermione really struggled to control her emotions. When they ran into a familiar face.

“Neville?”

“Oh,” the boy looked up in confusion, followed by worry. “What… What are you guys doing here?”

“My dad.” Ron reminded him. “Harry’s vision was real. They got to him in the nick of time.”

“That’s great,” Neville nodded. “I’m so glad to hear, Ron.”

Neville’s grandmother eventually came out and invited them into their room, reprimanding Neville for his manners. She introduced her son Frank and his wife Alice, proud to share that they had been Aurors back in their day. Powerful Aurors who fought in the war. Who stood up to Voldemort and his Death Eaters, eventually tortured to the point of insanity by The Cruciatus Curse . 

Neville sat by his parents as his grandmother shared the story. The older woman seemed to think he was embarrassed, but Hermione could see that wasn’t it at all. He wasn’t embarrassed. He was protective. She walked up to him and placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Will you introduce me?”

“Yeah…of course.” He looked at his parents. “Mum, dad, this is my very good friend Hermione.”

“Pleasure to meet you both,” Hermione greeted politely. 

Their expressions remained unchanged. Frank stared off into the distance. Alice looked around timidly, nodding her head and glancing between them and everywhere else. She pulled something out of her pocket and handed it to Neville. 

“Thanks mum.” he smiled before looking back at Hermione. “The healers say they can’t recognize anyone, including me. But sometimes it feels like she wants to tell me something. She gives me little gifts like this and… I don’t know, maybe it’s stupid. Sometimes I think that maybe she does know who I am.” He passed the candy wrapper to Hermione. “I think she wants you to have this one.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Longbottom,” she said softly. She brought Neville into a hug. “I think she does too.”

“Est-ce que ça va, petite souris?” Fleur asked as they headed out of the somber room. Ron and Harry had stayed behind.

“It’s so awful.” Hermione wiped away a falling teardrop. “Poor Neville.”

"He has never mentioned them before?” 

Hermione shook her head.

“A fate worse than death…” Fleur muttered sadly.

“Don’t say that,” Hermione pleaded. “They’re still here. They have to be. For Neville.”

“I am sorry, cherie. Do you want to leave?”

Hermione nodded.

“OK, then we will go.”

“I forgot to call my parents,” she said quietly. 

“Alors, allons-y.”

Hermione took a deep breath as they walked outside into the gloomy sky. The cool air brought her comfort as she and Fleur made their way to the hidden exit out of the abandoned department store and into the streets of London. 

They had separated from the group soon after the visit with the Longbottoms. Fleur had offered to take Hermione to a muggle phone and promised to bring her back to The Burrow by the end of the day. Hermione wasn't sure why they needed the whole day to complete a 5 minute call, but she wasn’t complaining when she hung up the payphone and looked back at her chaperone. 

“Done.” 

“Enfin.” Fleur said. “Just you and me.”

“You don’t have anywhere to be?”

“My only mission today is to escort you.” Fleur smiled. “Where would you like to go?”

“Can we just walk for a bit?”

As they walked side by side, Hermione found herself imagining again. She imagined the two of them walking together in London, holding hands, on a date to the gardens or on their way home from an interesting lecture. Or perhaps in Paris, on holiday, or visiting Fleur’s family. She imagined them just living life together. 

She felt a surge of happiness and pride walking next to Fleur. It took her a few moments to realize that the strong feelings were more than just her own. They were coming from the Allure as well. She glanced up at Fleur with a smile, knowing that they felt the same about each other.

The sound of Hermione’s stomach caused them both to pause and burst into laughter, reminding them that it was past lunchtime. Fleur followed Hermione, led by her hunger, into the nearest food establishment. Fleur then guided them to the furthest, most private booth.

It felt like a date. She wanted it to be a date. But Hermione was too nervous to bring it up. Their relationship was in a fragile place and she worried about tearing down the delicate fabric of the fantasy she had been imagining in her mind. So she kept herself in the moment, watching and enjoying their time together as Fleur struggled with the menu.

“There are so many things and yet nothing I want!” she complained. “And how will I know what is good? There are only a few stagnant photos and they are not even to scale!”

“It’s a diner. Just get a burger.”

Fleur was appalled. “A ‘amburger!? You want me to eat zis greasy, Americaine fast-food?”

“Yes. Two burgers, please.” Hermione was already ordering. “Oh! And a milkshake. Two straws. Are you more of a Chocolate or Strawberry - you know what let’s go with chocolate. Keep it safe. It’s her first time at a diner.”

“Okay.” The teenage boy shrugged and walked away.

“You’re going to love it!” Hermione gestured excitedly. 

 Fleur stared at her, a curious expression on her face. 

“What?”

“Ce n'est rien…” Flur smiled shyly, staring deeply into her menu. 

Hermione pulled the menu down and away from her. “What is it?”

“Nothing.” she shrugged, bringing the menu back up to cover her face. 

“Fleur.” She pulled the menu down again. 

“Nobody ‘as ever ordered for me before.”

“I can’t imagine why,” Hermione grinned, nudging her foot under the table. 

“Yes, well,” Fleur returned the footsie action. “Apparently, I am hard to please.”

“Not that hard.”

Fleur smiled. She bit her lip. 

Her expression quickly changed into a frown.

“What?” Hermione asked again. “Everything okay? Am I doing too much?”

“No…” Fleur shook her head, almost in tears. “You are perfect. I am ‘aving such a wonderful time with you!”

“Then what is it?”

“I…”

“What?”

“Bill and I kissed.”

“WHAT!?”