Hello everyone! It has been far too long since I posted. I apologize sincerely! I hope you like this. It's more on the sweet side. Also, I've been kind of obsessed with the Hunger Games lately… I'm thinking about dabbling in that fanfic genre, thoughts?… Anyway, I hope you like this! I'd love a review

Fleur Delacour loved the Burrow. As she carried a basket of laundry through the kitchen, she recalled her initial dislike of the place a few summers ago, and wrinkled her nose in memory of the shallow things she used to value. Now, she was never happier than she was when she was at the Burrow, surrounded by the whole Weasley gang. She looked out the window at the freshly fallen snow as she set the laundry basket down on the clean wooden table. She was alone in the cozy old house, and happily anticipating the party tonight. Cheerful Christmas music spilled from the radio in the laundry room into the kitchen where she stood. Molly had gone out to buy some more pumpkin juice and firewhiskey, and Mr. Weasley was at work. Fleur had to drop by to bring over a few cookbooks she had borrowed, and decided to fold Molly's laundry. She liked to give back to the woman who had become her second mother over the past couple of years.

Fleur smiled, brushing a few pale golden flyaways that had escaped her ponytail out of her eyes. Ginny and Hermione were back from Hogwarts, and Harry and Ron were on Christmas holiday from auror training. All four of them were so happy and full of life. It filled her with a warmth that she couldn't explain, and she smiled as she folded socks, tshirts, and Weasley sweaters. They had gone through so much, and they so deserved the happiness they had found with each other. The four of them had been going outside right when she had arrived. She had smiled at them, bundled in hats and coats and mittens going out to play in the snow. Like children. They had been forced to grow up so much faster than they should have. They deserved simple joys like snowball fights and sledding and snow angels.

And love.

And boy, did those four love each other. Ginny and Ron were as close as any siblings she had ever seen. Hermione and Harry had such a friendship, a special one, unmatched by any she'd seen before. Ginny and Hermione were perfect girlfriends for each other. Ron and Harry were like brothers. Obviously, Harry and Ginny adored each other, and Ron and Hermione…. She could go on and on about them. It was a young love like she'd never witnessed before.

Just as this thought crossed her mind the couple appeared on the porch. Hermione's wavy hair was pushed down by a knit cap, and Ron's red hair seemed orange in the bright sunlight. Their cheeks were flushed from cold, and they were laughing. Just before they came in the door, Ron stooped and pressed his lips to Hermione's, who closed her eyes, and pulled him closer. Fleur blushed, knowing they didn't know she could see them. She slowly backed into the laundry room, affording them a few minutes of privacy. She'd just put in another load of laundry until they decided to cool it and come inside. She chuckled. Young love really was something else. Something she had experienced not too long ago.

She heard the door open and close, and was about to re-enter the kitchen, but what she heard made her stop in her tracks. In sounded like they were still kissing. A lot. She risked a peek into the kitchen, and her hunch was confirmed. Hermione was sitting on the counter, Ron standing between her legs. They had pulled their coats off, but hadn't even taken the time to remove hats or scarves or snow boots, although Ron was working at the buttons on Hermione's shirt. If nothing interrupted them, Fleur knew that this would get really awkward really fast. She pulled her head back into the laundry room as she felt herself turn bright red, and swore under her breath in French, not knowing how to avoid the sheer awkwardness of this situation. She could barge in on them, which would be bad enough, or wait for them to stop and hope she could sneak out without them knowing she was ever there.

They began to talk breathlessly between kisses, Ron saying over and over how much her missed her, Hermione agreeing… Ron saying things that Fleur really, really did not need to be hearing. Oh, dear. It was starting to sound really hot and heavy. Fleur desperately looked around the room, and spotted a large box of laundry soap. She pointed her wand at the radio, turning it up a bit louder, but not enough that they would really notice a change in volume. Not that the two of them are paying attention to the volume of the musicshe thought dryly as she heard Hermione let out a moan. She quickly crossed to the box of soap, knocking it off the shelf, and then she cursed loudly in French. The noises from the kitchen stopped abruptly. There was a pause. Then Ron's voice rang out somewhat timidly.

"Fleur..?"

Fleur didn't respond. Part of her plan. She knelt and began to clean up the mess, still cursing in French. Soon, the couple appeared in the doorway, both with red cheeks that Fleur knew had nothing to do with the frigid weather. Hermione was nervously fidgeting with the hem of her sweater.

Hi, Fleur!" Ron said, a little bit too loudly. Hermione rolled her eyes slightly before catching herself and plastering a forced smile onto her face. Fleur fought the urge to laugh, but just lifted her eyebrows and smiled easily.

"'Ello Ron, 'Ermione. I am so sorry you 'ad to 'ear all of zat cursing! With zee music playing I didn't even realize you were in zee house!" She stood, pointing her wand at the radio and dimming the noise. "Ahhh, Zat is better. 'Ave you two had a nice day?"

Ron had immediately relaxed upon hearing the lie that she hadn't heard, but something in Hermione's expression made it clear that she did not believe Fleur's story. Probably because of the rather loud moan she had let slip a few minutes prior.

Well, shit. She should have known Hermione wouldn't fall for this simple of a trick. Oh well, thought Fleur, she and Hermione were close friends, and she already knew about Hermione and Ron's…extra curricular activities.

"Would you two like some tea? I was just going to put some on." Fleur asked.

"I've got to go take a shower," Ron said and waggled his eyebrows at Hermione, "Care to join me?"

"OH, honestly, Ronald!" Hermione exclaimed blushing furiously. Fleur died laughing as a smiling Ron quickly clambered up the stairs to the second landing, escaping Hermione's glare. Hermione and Fleur entered the kitchen, Hermione still looking embarrassed. Fleur asked her about school as she put the tea on, and the two women chatted easily and folded the rest of the laundry as they waited for it to steep. As they sat down with their mugs of hot tea, still laughing from Hermione's story of The snowball fight that had just taken place outside, Fleur looked up to find Hermione nervously biting her lip.

"…I'm sorry you had to hear that, Fleur." She muttered, a slight blush covering her fair cheeks.
Fleur looked up at Hermione over the ring of her mug, a mischevious smile playing on her lips. "'Ermione, I 'ave no idea what you are talking about." Fleur winked one of her pale blue eyes, and Hermione smiled shyly.

"Thanks, Fleur."

And at that moment, Harry and Ginny tromped in the door, arguing over who had made the better snowman. "But, Gin, mine was twice as big as yours!"

"I don't care, Potter. That doesn't change the fact that it was lopsided and lumpy!"

Fleur laughed and got up to pour both of them some tea as they yanked off their boots, coats, and hats. She saw Hermione's reflection in the window over the sink. A bit of a dreamy look still remained on her face as she talked with Harry and Ginny. Fleur smiled, she'd seen that look before. She'dherself had worn that look not too long ago.

In that moment, Fleur Delacour realized that if there was anything she loved as much as she loved spending time with the Weasleys at the Burrow, it was young love. Simply because, to Fleur, young love was just, well… magical.