But it wasn’t the morning rays or her lover who woke her up, it was a small, brown owl scratching at the window. It was a calming smell, something to fall asleep and wake up to.Īnd when Fleur woke up hours later she breathed in her lover and the morning. It was a soft scent of clean laundry, of freshness where something sweet and feminine hid underneath. Delicate was not quite the word for it and fragile was out of the question. If a smell could be quiet than Hermione’s was. Inhaling deeply, Fleur allowed the Hermione’s unique scent to fill her. Once again Fleur was surrounded by the warmth and scent of her lover’s body. It took her a moment longer to realize that she should roll over and a few more moments to actual do it as she was reluctant to let go and turn away from Hermione.īut no sooner had Fleur adjusted than Hermione, half-asleep, rolled over, encircling Fleur in her arms. Lifting the weight off her shoulder, she realized that she had been lying on in incorrectly. For a moment, too groggy to identify the source of the pain, she shifted her weight slightly and tried to make Hermione out in the darkness. (Forward.)įleur woke up in the middle of the night to a dull ache in her shoulder, to the comfort-the rightness-of sleeping next to Hermione. Hermione held (gripped so as to not let go) onto Fleur’s arms around her tenderly. Fleur wrapped her arms around Hermione’s sleeping form tightly, lovingly. Songs had been written about the mere act of lying next to your lover, sharing a bed, not sex necessarily, but just the feeling of your body melding, bending and fitting into the other. Kissing him felt like a betrayal enough.) But this-sleeping next to Hermione-this was different. What she had done with him was taboo enough, but share a bed? Unimaginable. (She and Bill had never shared a bed together. Gabrielle was known for crawling into bed with her in the middle of the night when Fleur was home more often than not. There were slumber parties growing up, beds shared late at night at Beauxbatons and in the carriage at Hogwarts. Hermione was not the first person Fleur had shared a bed with. (Anyone remember dial-up?) I think the next chapter will come out sometime after New Years, probably after I return home to a more reliable internet. I'm currently visiting my parental units in the boondocks and thus my internet access is a bit. Hope everyone is having a happy (and safe) holiday season. PG-13ĭISCLAIMER: Harry Potter and the original storyline are not mine, they belong to J.K. WARNINGS: Mild use of profanity and some angst. Her information can be found on her livejournal info page.) The events happenings after where Dreiser leaves off are taken in part from conversations with Dreiser.ĪCKNOWLEDGEMENT: I would like to thank Dreiser for her help with my fanfic, both through our conversations about the storyline and various ideas, but also her dedication to reading the chapters as I write them. (If you are interested in the third chapter, you can contact Dreiser directly. This fic is therefore both in Rowling’s canon and the canon set out by Dreiser for the seventh year of Hogwarts that was written after GoF but before OotP. NOTE: This was written as an alternative POV to Dreiser’s “No Defense for You” that can be found at. But in Hermione’s seventh year, the learning curve is steep. Fleur Delacour is no expert in the ways of love, the English or Hermione Granger. SUMMARY: Love is like death, sudden and unexpected long and drawn out. MeingeheimnisTITLE: AUCUNE DEFENSE POUR TOI
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |
AuthorWrite something about yourself. No need to be fancy, just an overview. ArchivesCategories |