Anything For You, Chapter One
Summary: It's Hermione's fourth year, and that means a lot of things- studying for exams, helping Harry prepare for the Triwizard tournament, and not only one, but two champions after her heart? Throw in Ron and make one of those champions a possessive Veela girlfriend and this has the potential for some ugly results. And why's Fleur sneezing so much all of a sudden? Minimal sneezing in the first chapter, as per usual, but bear with me, it'll get better =)
Hermione Granger leaned back on a couch in the Gryffindor common room, for once tired of Hogwarts' vast library. She'd spent the past week almost living in the quiet, enclosed space, trying to save Harry's life because he obviously wasn't going to do it by himself, and she could practically feel her skin losing its color and the shadows forming beneath her eyes. Where was Harry anyway? She knew he was still fighting with Ron over the other boy's irrational jealousy, but she hadn't seen Harry in days, and it was only her concern for her friend that sent her to the library day after day. Then she sighed, realizing that she was probably right in her suspicions about Draco and Harry.
Hermione grimaced- there was such a thing as being too perceptive for her own good. She groaned and turned back to her books that, for once, lay closed before her. She really was too exhausted to be doing homework this late at night.
A sudden sweet smell, maybe raspberries and vanilla, assaulted her nostrils and before Hermione could turn around, another, taller body slipped behind hers, and a pair of slender arms wrapped tightly around her waist. Glancing around the common room quickly, she felt the slight pressure of a chin being rested on her shoulder and a long breath streamed from her nose as she allowed herself to lean back against her girlfriend. "You know, I keep wondering how you even get in here," she murmured after a moment. "Doesn't really make me feel too secure or anything if people can just be walking in and out as they please."
A light chuckle sounded right into her ear and a pair of lips connected to her neck. "I 'ave my ways, 'Ermione," Fleur replied with a feline smirk, "'ou are my soul mate, after all." Then her features hardened and she unwittingly tightened her arms around Hermione's slender (far too slender for her taste, she was always forgetting to eat) waist. "And 'ou know I would never let anyzhing 'appen to you, ma Cherie. I would kill zhem before 'ou even saw zhem coming."
Fleur's determined tone made Hermione swoon internally, her face growing steadily redder. "You're so violent," she muttered instead. Fleur was always saying things like that, and though they made Hermione feel wanted for once in her life, she was always quick to put the girl in her place. "You won't do me any good in Azkaban."
Fleur hummed in response, clearly not listening to a word her girlfriend had said as she brushed back a strand of somewhat tame brown hair. She frowned as it slipped through her fingers. Hermione glanced back to see what was the matter and had to smile at the adorably let down expression Fleur was wearing. "What's wrong."
"Why do 'ou try so 'ard to be someone zat 'ou're not?" Fleur asked quietly, sounding almost as though it was a personal offense. But, in a way, Hermione supposed it was- Veelas, she had read, were very proud creatures, especially when it came to their mates. The fact that Hermione was trying to change who she was, even by a little bit, must have registered as a personal blow to her girlfriend's admittedly overinflated ego.
"Because nobody liked who I was," she answered flatly, too exhausted to pet Fleur's pride at the moment. "At least I'm getting attention now, whether they like my personality or not. I used to blend into the castle, I suppose. Wall girl."
The arms around her tensed, and Hermione groaned internally, realizing her mistake only seconds too late. Knowing Fleur, everything past 'getting attention now' had flown straight over the blonde's head.
"What do 'ou mean, 'ou are getting attention now?" The cold tone confirmed Hermione's suspicions immediately. "Not zhat gastly red-'eaded boy?"
"Y0u mean Ronald?" Hermione asked, slightly annoyed. Fleur was a very sweet mate, and would fetch Hermione any star in the sky if the younger girl merely expressed the desire to have one, but she was still quite stuck up, especially around the other Hogwarts students. And the fact that her Veela-senses or whatever they were had picked up on Ron's feelings for Hermione (and, more importantly, Hermione's confused feelings for him) from minute one hadn't really helped poor Ron's cause. "First of all, no, and secondly, so what if it was him?"
Starting a fight with Fleur was the last thing she needed to do- she knew it. But right now the second last thing she needed was a possessive Veela girlfriend. Fleur didn't respond, and Hermione didn't need to turn around to know that she was pouting. "'ou know exactly why I'm being like zis, Mademoiselle," she said with a sniff, burying her face further into Hermione's shoulder. Hermione made the mistake of turning to the side only to be assaulted by a pair of the saddest blue eyes she'd ever seen, completely contradicting Fleur's haughty attitude.
Indeed, Hermione did know why she was 'being like this'. Due to their proud nature, Veelas were extremely affectionate and liked to show their mates off to the world. But Hermione wasn't ready to come out to the world just yet- she'd just gotten past being considered a complete misfit, after all. It was killing Fleur, and she could see that, but Hermione was more insecure than she'd ever let on- she doubted even Fleur knew to what extent. Keeping their relationship a secret, however, just made the Veela in Fleur even more possessive and protective than it already was, and she'd had to have Harry, the only other person who knew of their relationship, physically hold Fleur back at times when Draco decided to have a bit of fun with her. "Fleur…" she began quietly, feeling the guilt ten-fold.
Fleur brushed her off, however, just as she'd expected- she'd always act so upset about it only to collect herself seconds later. Veelas were completely devoted to their mates, and would put their mates above themselves to the point where they would gladly die for them. What was a little secret, anyway. "Non, Cherie, do not mind me. I 'ave simply been feeling a bit, how you say…off since winter 'as set in. It's simply horrid, non?"
Hermione rolled her eyes, though she was secretly glad for the change of subject. "It's not that bad, Fleur," she said, turning in the blonde's arms to face her girlfriend, whose face instantly lit up like the Fourth of July at her movement. Grinning smugly, Fleur brushed Hermione's bangs and pressed a kiss to the younger girl's forehead.
"Not when 'ou 'ave someone to keep 'ou warm at night." She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively and Hermione leaned back, groaning at the innuendo. Fleur was worse than a boy sometimes. "'ey, Cherie," the French girl cooed, turning Hermione's chin towards her and pressing a quick but deep kiss to her lips, "do not ignore me. I do not like eet."
"Really?" Hermione raised an eyebrow, her eyes flashing with sarcasm. Despite being dominant by far in their relationship, Fleur would sit sullenly and pout for hours if Hermione wasn't paying enough attention to her. "I hadn't noticed."
Fleur sniffed, tossing her hair back haughtily. The twinkle in her eye ruined her façade, however, as she said, "Well of course 'ou didn't. 'ou engleesh wouldn't notice a Hippogriff until eet sent you to zee 'ospital wing." Then she dropped the act entirely and leaned forward, pressing her nose to Hermione's and causing the younger girl's breath to catch in anticipation. "Not zhat I would let zhat 'appen to 'ou, of course- zhat…zhat Ronald boy, however…"
Hermione rolled her eyes and wrapped her arms around Fleur's neck, pulling the girl in for a kiss. Fleur smiled into the kiss and Hermione loved the feeling of it as the slender hands slipped lower and pulled her in closer. Fleur easily stole the control and soon had both Hermione's arms clenched tightly around her neck, the brunette's legs looped around her slender hips as she held the girl tightly to keep them both from falling over.
Instead of the usual heated snog-fest, in which Hermione would have to physically tear herself from the grip of a hyper-sensitive Veela before someone walked in, Fleur's hold weakened after only a few moments, and she pulled away from Hermione's lips, her forehead resting against Hermione's slender shoulder. For a moment, she thought Fleur was going to start attacking her neck as she'd done on more than one occasion, but Fleur's right hand slipped away from her waist.
She felt her girlfriend raise the hand to her nose just in time to completely stifle what seemed like a violent sneeze, judging by the way her body jerked beneath Hermione's. "Bless you," the brunette said, rather shocked. She'd never heard Fleur sneeze before, and couldn't help the concern that had built up within her. Fleur nodded slightly in acknowledgement a split second before blocking a second sneeze, and a third. With a sniff, she finally straightened, meeting Hermione's eyes with a suddenly tired blue gaze.
"I am sorry, Cherie," she said, her smooth French lilt just a little bit rougher than usual. "Zat took me by surprise."
"Are you alright?" Hermione asked, feeling at Fleur's forehead instinctively. Fleur laughed- a chiming sound that Hermione had fallen in love with since the first time she'd heard it.
"I believe I now know what Ginevra was complaining about," she teased, and Hermione flushed, remembering how the red-head had accused her of acting like her mother when she'd gotten a little cold. "I am fine, mon angie," she said with a winning smile, tilting her head up and accepting a brief kiss on the lips. "I am just sorry zat 'ad to end so quickly. I told you- eet ees your horrid engleesh winters zat do zis to me."
Hermione rolled her eyes. "I suppose I should feel sympathetic now that you've gone and insulted England for the thousandth time?" she asked dryly, unable to bite back an affectionate smile as Fleur grinned up with her with a thousand watts. She climbed off of the girl with a minimal amount of resistance (it still took her a good minute or so) and yawned, rubbing her eyes to clear them. "I suppose my Divination essay can wait 'til tomorrow," she muttered. She hated to postpone homework of any sort, but she was too exhausted to snog her own girlfriend, let alone complete the pointless rubbish Trelawney had assigned. "Night, Fleur."
Fleur frowned and stood up with Hermione, folding her arms over her chest and drawing herself to her full height, a good six inches taller than the Gryffindor. "I am not going to leave you," she said stubbornly. Hermione sighed- now wasn't an ideal time to deal with one of Fleur's fits.
"Please, 'Ermione," she said, her accent thicker than before as she looked into Hermione's eyes. "I know you may not understand, but 'ou are my mate. Eet ees 'ard enough to stay away from you every night, but 'ou are exhausted and on zhe verge of collapsing. I juzt want to make sure 'ou are alright."
Hermione sighed as those baby blue eyes burned into her own and finally nodded. "If you really want to…Lavender and Parvati have been fighting recently, and both of them seem to think the other is still staying in our room. I think Parvati's with Padma in Ravenclaw, and Lavender's with some boy in some house."
Fleur frowned as she trailed along beside her mate. "I wonder eef zhat ees zee reason?" she asked quietly, but Hermione heard nonetheless, and turned to face her with an inquisitive stare at the top of the steps. "Eet ees just zhat I 'ave noticed zhat Lavender ees very…flirtatious," she began slowly, "and while zhat ees nozhing new for a Beauxbatons, eet seems as zhough 'er friend does not approve."
"Parvati's always been more sensible," Hermione said with a frown, not knowing where Fleur was going. Imploring blue eyes met mocha, and suddenly it hit her. "You don't think…"
Fleur shrugged, leaning against one of the pillars. "Eet seems to me zhat…Parvati, was it? Zhat she always acts coldly towards 'er friend after zhose occasions. I 'ave also caught her staring- eet ees not envy, not lust."
"Then what is it, Fleur?" Hermione asked tiredly. She should be getting to bed, she knew, but what Fleur was implying was beginning to make sense, and Parvati had always been nice enough to Hermione, even back in her first year. She didn't want her to be unhappy.
"Loyalty," Fleur said mildly. "Devotion, desire. Love. Eet ees rare zhat I see anozer person hold zhe same emotions towards anozer zat a Veela does for its mate, but I 'ave seen eet in 'er eyes." Her eyes clouded over after a moment and Hermione watched her chest rise and fall desperately. "Excusez moi, Cherie," she managed in breathy French before turning from her mate and raising her silky blue sleeve just in time to catch the sneeze. "KSHHiew! *sniff* Heh' CHIEW!"
Fleur blinked several times before straightening and running a hand through her platinum hair, smiling sheepishly at a concerned looking Hermione. "Bless you," the younger girl said as she stepped forward and examined Fleur with obviously tired eyes. Fleur took the hand that was reaching for her forehead and brought it to her lips, pressing a gentle kiss to each finger.
"You need to sleep, Cherie," she said softly, bending down and lifting Hermione bridal style with hardly any effort. Veela's bodies were built to accommodate their mate, after all.
Hermione only muttered a half-hearted protest in reply as Fleur lay her down on the large four-poster bed, gently removing her robes and skillfully ignoring her own desire. After Hermione was comfortable and warm, Fleur quickly disrobed and slipped into bed beside her mate, pressing a kiss to Hermione's neck and smiling slightly when she felt Hermione wrap her arms around her stomach, resting her bushy head against her chest. The bookworm was surprisingly cuddly, a trait Fleur was thankful for, given her own possessive nature.
Edited by themajoritylied, 29 June 2011 - 06:41 AM.