O w O. Hello there, everyone. Before anything, I am aware that there is another fanfic out there that also uses the 'Imagine your OTP' idea for Fleurmione, but I happen to love Fleurmione too, and I wanted to write my own. I know I'm kinda stealing the idea, I hope you all understand that I just wanted to write my OTP.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, more importantly, I don't own the prompts that are entirely someone else's idea.

Notes: Established Fleurmione, Definitely AU, Post-War, I didn't proof read that hard because I was excited and wanted to get this out ASAP. First fanfic. Please be gentle. If anyone is actually French or better than me at least, feel free to point out any grammar or masculine/feminine, or spelling mistakes.

Enjoy. If you like it, or you want to tell me that I'm a terrible person for copying this idea, feel free to review this.

"'Ermione, 'Ermione! What ze hell is zat?!" A frantic Fleur Delacour asked, shaking Hermione's right arm while pointing upwards towards the rather dangerous looking roller coaster ride. Hermione only raised an eyebrow as she assessed the roller coaster. It was ridiculously tall, with a steep drop, lots of loops, and the riders were standing. Or in her girlfriends words from their previous trip here, "A death trap!"

"Fleur. I've told you many times, it's a roller coaster," Hermione told her patiently, with an amused grin. No matter how many times Hermione decided to take Fleur to a muggle event, the French Veela always had the most adorable responses to her surroundings. "If I remember clearly, I think the last time we came here, we did go on a few…" She mused.

"Quoi!?" Fleur nearly squeaked, looking at Hermione before she snapped her head up at the rollercoaster up above them, "We went on zis before?!" She continued, before she caught Hermione's grin. "Zis is not funny, we are not going on it again, never again." Fleur insisted as she tried to pull Hermione away as quickly as possible.

Smiling, Hermione let herself be pulled away. Truth be told, she was not a thrill seeker either, and would rather not go on one herself. She wasn't scared though, as if she'd let herself be scared by muggle inventions when the daily magical inventions were mind scarring enough.

She was pulled from her thoughts quickly when she felt Fleur's hand loosen its vice grip on her right arm. Confused for a second, she took a quick look at where Fleur's attention was directed at and she could only tilt her head, utterly stumped. There was only food stalls, gift shops and mini game stalls around.

"Fleur? What's wrong?" Hermione asked, taking her girlfriends arm off her arm and latched their fingers together. "Are you hungry? Even after all those croissants you ate?" She teased lightly, giving her hand a squeeze.

Hermione receive a pout and small glare in return, "Non, I am not hungry, I was just curious about zat," Fleur said, raising her other arm up, pointing at a game stall, "are those real?"

The bushy haired woman only frowned as she leaned onto Fleur, tilting herself to get a better look. Squinting, and looking into the direction Fleur had pointed to, Hermione pulled back upright with a bark of laughter afterwards. She gave Fleur a reassuring squeeze of their hands and wiped a tear off her eye before she replied to her.

"If you're wondering about muggles believing in werewolves and actually hunting wolves, don't worry. The muggle world remains unaware of them," She said as she led Fleur to the game stall, "it's just a toy, an obnoxiously big plush toy of a wolf," Hermione reassured her as they got a closer look.

Fleur's attention was focused on the toy, mentally making her own thoughts and comparing it to a real werewolf, or at least the most familiar werewolf she knew about. On the other hand, Hermione took a look at the game. It was simply basketball, though she knew there were probably all kinds of ridiculous rules involved just to reduce her winning chances.

With a dramatic and exaggerated sigh which drew Fleur's attention to her, Hermione shot the older woman a smile, "Why don't I get that for you, even if you don't want it, we could always send it to Bill as a joke," She suggested and judging from the laughter coming from the French woman, she took it as a approval.

She took her wallet out and examined it, there was a good handful of money, more than enough for at least three tries and, not to mention, dinner. With a smile, Hermione walked up to the man attending to the stand, no doubt a basketball jock, who quickly explained all the rules before handing her the ball.

"'Ermione, what is zis?" Fleur asked, ever the curious Veela.

In return, Hermione grinned, "It's a muggle sport, we just shoot the ball into the basket there," she pointed at the hoop a bit further than she would've liked from where she stood. Then she realized one thing, "Oh really…?" She groaned quietly, "shooting three three pointers in a row…"

"What's a three pointer?"

"Well … when someone shoots from close up they can get one or two points, but if someone shoots from further away, they can get three points," Hermione explained, wincing as she knew that the explanation was definitely full of holes. She didn't receive a reply, but she knew Fleur was impatiently waiting for Hermione to throw the ball.

With a sigh, Hermione bounced the ball, caught it on the third bounce before she bent on her knees and shot her arms forward, releasing the ball quickly. Fleur and Hermione watched the ball sail through the air before it descended … hitting the rim of the basket and bouncing off to the side.

The basketball jock laughed, not unkindly, as he handed Hermione another ball to throw. Hermione only frowned, as she repeated her previous movements, only this time, the ball hit the backboard a little to hard and nearly hit Fleur's head as it flew backwards.

With a growl, Hermione was suddenly very determined to win the toy for Fleur. Er, to win. Just to win. (And make Fleur happy)

Hermione glared at her wallet in her hands. What happened to all of the money in there from before? There was nearly nothing in there, save for all her credit cards. She turned to Fleur with an expression akin to despair, "Fleur. I only have enough for one more go," she informed her.

Fleur only seemed to smile even more, which confused Hermione greatly. The poor veela had to sit through at least 17 attempts, it was incredible how she tolerated all this wasted time.

"'Ermione, could I have a go? I zink I have got ze hang of zis game," Fleur said, taking the ball before Hermione could. She got a raised eyebrow in response, but spoke nothing of it as she began bouncing the ball in front of her feet.

To Fleur's side, Hermione watched, a little doubtful. She knew Fleur was more athletic than her, but she was no Ginny Weasley. Not to mention, whenever a witch or wizard decided to try muggle activities a lot of things could go wrong in an instant. Of course, she had enough common sense to hold all these thoughts in as she watched Fleur bend her knees almost in slow motion.

It probably a lifetime before Fleur released the ball from her hands, as Hermione found herself sweating and fidgeting from foot to foot as she watched the ball slowly make its way down … and into the basket. Neatly and accompanied with a quiet 'woosh'.

When Fleur turned to Hermione with a wide smile, she wondered why her dear Hermione was gaping like a fish. Slightly confused, she took the next ball without another thought.

The ball went in two more times, rather impressively in Hermione's opinion and the basketball jock handed Fleur the big wolf plushie with a smile.

"Zat was not as hard as I thought it would be," Fleur said as she adjusted the toy in her arms, walking beside Hermione who was leading them out of the amusement park. "In fact, zat was razer fun." Fleur smiled at Hermione, who was frowning and playfully giving Fleur the cold shoulder.

"What is wrong, ma amour? Fleur asked, nudging Hermione with the nose of the wolf toy.

Hermione scowled at the toy before turning to Fleur, "You're just taller than me, which makes it completely unfair for me. Not to mention you probably have stronger arms since you're veela." She said, and Fleur blinked before she smiled warmly.

"Then next time we come, why don't we find a game where it tests your intelligence. Zere's no way you would lose zen, oui?"

"Oh hush you."

EXTRA

Bill, Ginny and Ron could only stare at the package rather confused. It was definitely bigger than anything Hermione deemed a convenient size.

"Bill, you've checked for any curses or hexes in it, right?" Ron couldn't help but to ask.

"'Course I did, always do," Bill replied, nodding, "it's safe, not that we shouldn't trust Hermione, let's see what she sent us.

What they found in there would forever be remembered and mentioned in every group gathering, party, and meet ups.

It was a plush toy of a wolf that had a name tag hanging from it's neck the words 'BILL' written on it with blood red coloring. It would've been cute, if Hermione hadn't decided to cut off one of the ears, pull off an eye, chain one of the legs to a plastic ball and stab the poor doll with a toy knife in the private parts.

Ginny whistled, a low and long tone, clearly impressed by her friends dark thoughts, "Looks like Hermione still hasn't forgiven you for trying to peep."

Prompt: Imagine your OTP/3 at a theme park or carnival, and walking towards one of the many games to win a large stuffed animal. Person A is sure that they can win the game, but after many attempts (and a lot of cash down the drain) A gives up. Person B, however, tries and succeeds on their first go.

Mine is slightly different, because Hermione Granger does not simply 'Give Up'. There are probably all kinds of mistakes, tense, grammar, spelling, and I apologize. I will reread it as soon as I can. If you enjoyed it please let know, if you thought it was rubbish, let me know. If you don't tell me, your favorite and follows will let me know.