Here is the first chapter of Loving Fleur Delacour. If you have a better idea for a title please suggest it to me. Read on and see how you like it!

Fleur sniffed as she picked herself up from another attempt to make her parents see reason. A past decision that crying made her weak was the reason that she no longer shed a tear in the face of pain. Resolve as her expression she walked away from her parents livid expressions, limping to the fireplace.

'Next time you visit, you'd best be with a man, not with another tale of female companionship,' spat Mrs Delacour.

Mr Delacour just shook his head sadly; devastated that he must watch his wife harm his daughter.

Fleur raised her head and spat at her mother's feet, 'Non, if I am alone, it is because of you, mother.'

With that, she raised her fist and threw green powder around her feet, 'Diagon Alley!'

Fleur disappeared in a flash of green shadow and flame.

Fleur made her way into a bathroom. She looked terrible. Her mother had held nothing back. Her lip was cut and she had a massive bruise on the right side of her cheek. Hair messed up and with a chunk taken out from the top of her head, Fleur spelled herself right again. True enough, the pain was still there but she was all the more beautiful to look at again. She grimaced at the sharp pain in her face. She would need to take another trip to St Mungo's to get a bottle of the wizarding world's equivalent of Panadol, which actually worked. She checked her hair; it was back to normal, thanks to her well learned spells to cover up flaws, until her body would regrow her hair properly. She returned to her apartment above Florean Fortesque's previous career.

It had been rather cheap, not that it mattered, though temporarily disowned by her mother, Fleur's father still made sure his daughter had plenty in her bank account in Gringotts. She let herself fall to her bed, sighing as her body demanded sleep.

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Hermione Granger was sitting in the living room of 12 Grimmauld Place, trying to understand why Bill was so unkempt and devastated. Finally after telling him to slow down and sip some tea, she deciphered that Fleur had broken up with him. Apparently, Fleur had grown distant, constantly saying that his part transformations did not matter to her, but the fact that she just did not feel for him any longer. He had stumbled into the mansion drunk. Ron had been disgusted with him to get so worked up that he'd drink himself silly. Harry had simply avoided talking about the subject altogether, having no idea what to say.

'It's like she never had any feelings for me at all, the last time she looked at me properly,' growled Bill.

Hermione patted his back and was frantically feeling overwhelmed, wondering where Luna, Ginny, Fred and George had gone. She knew that Harry and Ron were elsewhere, planning their next move in the search for the Horcruxes. Bill blew his nose noisily and glanced at the pensive Hermione.

'You know, you don't have to listen to me any longer. I think I'll go visit Charlie in Romania. See if I can convince him to lend us some dragons to battle Voldemort, eh?' chuckled Bill, roughly wiping his tears away.

Hermione nodded understandingly, 'That's a good idea Bill.'

She saw Bill off, but not after making sure that he had packed well. She felt a need to take Molly's place for that moment.

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The rain drizzled lazily that afternoon, pattering against the window, soothing Hermione into a lull. She blinked several times to clear her head as she heard a knock on the door. She figured she was so tired that she was imagining things, so she ignored it. Another minute later and her imagination moved its thoughts to her brain and made her heave herself up from her warm chair and answer the door.

'Yes?' began Hermione; she was shocked at the bedraggled Fleur slouching in the doorway.

'I'm sorry, 'Ermione,' muttered Fleur before she fell into Hermione's arms.

Hermione was too surprised to say anything, she half dragged Fleur in to the living room, near the fire. She placed Fleur gently in the chair she had been sitting in. Hermione paced slightly before realising that Fleur would catch her death if she didn't get warmed up soon. Rushing to the bathroom, she started the hot water for a bath; she whacked herself as she remembered that she was a witch and used the levitating spell to lift Fleur. Setting her down on the toilet, she quickly checked the water to be just right. Blushing furiously, she stripped Fleur and placed her gently in the water. Fleur stirred, opening her eyes slowly. Hermione stood up abruptly,' Um, you're awake, cool. Ok, just warm up and I'll get something for you to eat, ok?'

With that said, Hermione rushed out of the bathroom, leaving a very exasperated Fleur.

Fleur placed a hand on her forehead, 'This is going to be difficult.'

Hermione was able to scrounge some ingredients to make Fleur pumpkin soup and Hermione style pasta. She then went back outside the bathroom and shoved her hand through the door, placing the spares clothes on the side of the tub.

'Um, here are some of my clothes. I hope they fit, but if not, there's also a robe. I'm a bit short,' mentioned Hermione.

'Merci beaucoup, 'Ermione. I will be out shortly,' Fleur replied quietly.

She dressed herself, finding Hermione's clothes indeed, too short. She sighed, looking at the robe. Well, at least it was just long enough to not reveal that Hermione had forgotten to give Fleur underwear. This thought made her smile ever so slightly.

Hermione looked up as she heard Fleur making her way downstairs.

'So Fleur, what brings you here...' began Hermione, paling at the sight of Fleur only in her robe.

'Je suis desole 'Ermione. I am a tad bit taller than you. I 'ope you don't mind me only wearing this for the time being,' apologised Fleur.

Hermione held up her hand, 'It's ok. Um, again sorry. Er... sit down. Eat.'

Fleur complied and sat down, fidgeting to make sure she didn't show too much skin, the robe was straining to keep her breasts in already, she didn't need to be exposed down below. However she had the feeling that it would bother Hermione more than herself. Fleur ate her meal silently, aware that Hermione was unaware of her staring.

Fleur coughed, bringing Hermione out of her daze.

'Ah, Fleur how about we find you some more fitting clothes?' suggested Hermione.

Fleur nodded, 'Thank you for the meal, 'Ermione. It was quite nice.'

'Ah, it's nothing. Just leftovers,' replied Hermione, leading Fleur up the stairs to the attic.

'It's rather dusty up here, I suppose Harry never thought to get Kreacher to clean it up,' commented Hermione.

Fleur looked about; the attic gave her the chills, though it seemed stable enough, creaking only a little as Hermione tentatively stepping onto the landing. They traversed through the dusty boxes, occasionally finding clothing among the various and dangerous looking objects. Hermione shrieked when she found a shrunken hand. Fleur simply used a broom handle to stuff it back down to the bottom of the box. Hermione turned blushed with an embarrassed smile.

'Heh, the Blacks sure have a lot of property here. Ah, wait! I think I've found something here for you,' exclaimed Hermione, lifting a black leather skirt and a singlet top with 'NAUGHTY' printed across the bust.

'I wonder who those belonged to,' wondered Fleur out loud.

'Oh yes, they're... nice. Um, try them on,' suggested Hermione.

'Now? Here?' asked Fleur.

'Oh, yeah. Sorry,' replied Hermione, turning around abruptly.

Fleur tried the skirt and it fit snugly, as did the top, which was a little tight, but Fleur thought it was only temporary anyway.

She then spied a black bra in a nearby box. Remembering that she would need one, she quickly took off the top and tried the bra. It fit okay, and so she sighed when she realised that the singlet top was white.

'Black under white, how wonderful,' muttered Fleur.

'What? Done?' asked Hermione.

'Nothing, yes, I am done. Do I look okay?' inquired Fleur.

Hermione turned and had to stop herself from gasping. She had never seen Fleur in garb like this, it was breath taking. The sight was absolutely new and sexy. The leather skirt accentuated Fleur's curvy legs and gave Hermione's mind an excuse to run wild.

'Um, you look... great,' said Hermione unconvincingly.

Fleur frowned, 'I know, black bra under white, but that's that.'

'Oh no, it's not that, um. You look very nice actually; I've just never seen you wear something like that before, is all,' said Hermione quickly.

Fleur nodded, 'Okay. Well, let's go back down; we might choke in this dust.'

Hermione started back down and Fleur followed.

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Luna and Ginny stumbled into the mansion clutching at each other and two bottles of extra strength butter beer.

'Luna! Ginny! What on earth have you two been up to!' demanded Hermione, standing up, staring angrily at them.

Ginny looked at her with half open eyes, 'What up, 'Mione? We're good, all good.'

'Yeah, hee hee. We're fine!' added Luna chirpily.

'You don't look fine to me! You're both utterly drunk! Have you no shame?' demanded Hermione again.

'What's got your knickers in a knot? Huh?' slurred Ginny.

She spotted Fleur sitting in an armchair, 'Oh I see, got companeee... verrrreee pretteeee companeee, at that.'

Luna glanced at Fleur hungrily. Hermione shoved them both away and glared at Luna in particular.

'Don't, just go up to your rooms and snog for all I care. Go on!' growled Hermione.

Ginny twitched; Luna just stared at her blankly then kissed her sloppily. Ginny burst out laughing. A wasted Luna grinned at Hermione. With that Hermione pulled out her wand threateningly, both retreated with hands up, still sniggering.

'Oh... Don't they ever grow up?' muttered Hermione to herself.

She then blushed again, remembering that Fleur had been watching the while thing. With her legs curled underneath her, Fleur looked so sexy, but was unaware of it.

'Ah, sorry about that Fleur. Honestly, they ought to get checked out or something. Just because they can drink they think it's what life is all about!' grumbled Hermione.

Fleur simply shook her head, 'Why do you you 'ave to watch over them? You are not their mother.'

Hermione shrugged, 'Well, their mothers are quite busy, who else is going to make sure they don't stumble and hit their heads?'

'Why did Luna kiss you?' asked Fleur suddenly.

Hermione jumped, 'Um, well. I kinda had a thing going with her once. Then I found that she and Ginny got together often drinking and having sex every now and again. I couldn't believe it.'

Fleur listened intently to Hermione's quiet confession. She got up and sat Hermione down next to her on the couch. Hermione was clearly upset and probably had never told anyone else.

'Ssh, it's ok 'Ermione. I am 'ere for you,' said Fleur.

Hermione shook and sobbed into Fleur's shoulder. Fleur bristled, hoping that Luna would indeed trip and smash her head open. It would certainly serve her right to make Hermione so upset. Hermione clutched Fleur's shoulder and pulled herself away.

'I'm sorry Fleur. I shouldn't be wetting your clothes, otherwise you'd have nothing to wear,' apologised Hermione, looking for a tissue to blow her nose on.

Fleur grabbed a tissue from the box on the table and handed it to her, 'It is alright, mes ami. You can't be strong all the time.'

Hermione nodded and cleaned herself up.

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Fleur managed to convince Hermione to have a nap, claiming that she herself would have on also.

'But where?' asked Hermione.

'If it makes you feel better, I'll share yours for now, is that ok?' suggested Fleur.

Hermione agreed, soon dozing off, comforted by the body heat radiating from Fleur. Fleur smiled slightly, stroking Hermione's hair, making sure that the younger woman was asleep. She then went to find Luna and Ginny, specifically Luna.

She listened carefully, for snores or muffled speech. To her surprise she heard groans and moans. Her features contorted with anger, was this all they ever did? Drink and have sex constantly? Fleur shook her head and took out her wand that she had kept in the pocket of her skirt. She pointed it to the direction of the moans of ecstasy and blasted them with water.

'SHIT! It's cold!' swore Ginny, leaping away from Luna.

Luna pouted, seemingly unaffected by the cold water,' Come back here Ginny and I'll warm you right up.'

Ginny glared at Fleur, 'What the hell gives you the right to come into other people's rooms then splash water on them?'

Fleur ignored her and turned to face Luna, 'How can you do this when you've just caused Hermione to cry?'

'What? We offered to go threesome, but she was all, "yucky, I only want to be with you and you only, Luna". As if I want to be with such a clingy broad,' replied Luna, still stupefied from her heavy drinking.

Fleur slapped Luna hard, stinging the younger girl's cheek terribly, 'You're an 'orrible bitch.'

'Oh, don't you want to sample the goods before reviewing 'em?' asked Ginny lewdly, pushing Fleur onto the bed, on top of Luna.

Luna smirked, caressing Fleur's ass, 'Mm, nice piece of ass you have there, Delacour. Mighty naughty of you to wear a black bra underneath white. Very NAUGHTY.'

Fleur hit her square in the gut, this time Luna was not smirking happily, rather a painful expression was on her face.

Fleur jumped off the bed, shoved Ginny aside and stormed out of the room.

'Shit, she's a tough one,' mumbled Ginny, sitting heavily on the edge of the bed.

'Bitch hurt me. Heh, Hermione, you gonna be able to handle her?' muttered Luna, stretching.

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