#fleur x hermione

[hp-femslash]

Hello! Perhaps do you know of any Fleurmione fics with the veela mates trope that explores the veela and culture? Set during the school year if possible, before the war. I just really like fics that explore Fleur's inhuman side and everything that may come with it.

Hi!

Unfortunately neither of us are fleurmione experts but, we were able to enlist the help of the lovely members of the fleurmione server to put together this list for you!

Dusk of Summer, M rating, 86k

Dusk of Summer takes place during Hermione's fourth year at Hogwarts, the same year that Fleur Delacour visits the school in hope to compete in the Triwizard Tournament, and the same year they begin their love affair. This is an alternate universe, so possibilities are limitless. I must apologize for the terrible summary, but there's quite a bit more information inside.

Fleur De Mon Coeur, M rating, 141k

Goblet of Fire but in a different year. Fleur Delacour comes to Hogwarts to take part in the Triwizard Tournament not realising that her life is going to change drastically, by the simple presence of Hogwarts' All-Time Smartest Witch, Hermione Granger, who she finds to be her lifelong mate.

Entwined, T rating, 84k+

This is a promising story on fanfiction.net from 2010!

What We Are, T rating, 94k, WIP

The Triwizard Tournament brings new faces, new feelings, and new horrors to the grounds of Hogwarts. Hermione and Fleur are thrown into a muddled mess of agitation and attraction.

The Mortal Coil, M rating, 98k

Hermione couldn’t believe she had been so stupid. What a foolish and perfectly prideful thing to do. The brightest witch of her generation, gifted and sensible Hermione Granger, gave into peer pressure. She wasn’t going to. Not originally. Not until that bloody smirk. Now magically entangled in the Triwizard Tournament, Hermione must ensure her survival in the Wizarding World’s most dangerous game. But as her dreams become haunted by an omnipotent, mysterious force, the young witch must come to terms with her own mortality and learn to appreciate both life and love.

On Teenagers & Love, M rating, 160k, WIP

On the surface, things are not always what they seem. It takes a few study dates for Hermione to warm up to the girl she thought was the ice queen from Beauxbatons.

Veela Rituals - The Choice, T rating, 9k, Series

Hermione’s fourth year at Hogwarts was not going well so far, and it was only November. First, without the time turner, she had to choose between ancient runes and arithmancy. Then the Goblet of Fire had designated Harry as a fourth champion in the Triwizard Tournament. And now she had the distinct feeling that the French champion Fleur Delacour and her two cousins, Fabien and Aurélia, were following her everywhere. Was she becoming paranoid or was there more to their strange behaviour?

#ask #fleur #hermione #fleurmione #fleur x hermione #lightning era #rec lists

[terra-wisp]

Day 12: "Lips" || 215 Words || Fleurmione @sapphicmicrofics

“Well, what do you have to say for yourself?!” In an uncharacteristic snarl, Fleur Delacour outright demanded that the unnamed brunette say something in response to the rather colorful rant that was directed at her. 

A small part of Fleur realized that she might have overreacted just a little bit. But when trapped with hundreds of people constantly staring at her assets instead of her eyes, the explosion of pent up frustration was bound to happen sooner or later. 

It just happened to be the lone Gryffindor that had fixated on her lips that had been the final straw. 

When a few more moments had passed and the other witch hadn’t said anything, Fleur nearly started yelling again. Thankfully the brunette broke her imposed silence, though what she said next threw the part-Veela for a loop.

“I’m sorry, but could you speak slower?” She accompanied her words with a series of hand gestures, ones that Fleur couldn’t decipher but knew exactly what they were for. That, coupled with the nearly inflectionless tone, caused a ball of shame and embarrassment to curl up within the Beauxbatons’ Champion’s stomach. “I think your accent is making it harder for me to read your lips.” 

That was the day that Fleur Delacour learned that Hermione Granger was born deaf.

#fleurmione #hermione x fleur #sapphic microfics #microfic challenge #day 12 Lips #fleur delacour #hermione granger #fleur x hermione

[lipzlipzlipz]

Winning Proposals

A sequel to Winning Affections

#fleurmione #Flirb #fleurmione fanfic #fleur delacour #hermione granger #hermione x fleur #fleur x hermione

[sadyellowfrog]

My friend brought up the topic of Slytherin Fleur a couple days ago and I haven’t been able to get it off my mind since, so I did what every other normal (?) person would’ve done: I crawled up into my lonely little corner and drew it out :)

#fleurmione #harry potter #fanart #slytherin #fleur x hermione #fleur delacour

[unwoundcorridors]

prompt #26: bunny

pairing: fleur/hermione word count: 856

❈ written for @sapphicmicrofics ❈

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“Ginny is so bloody crass,” Hermione muttered under her breath after shutting the front door to Fleur’s cottage. Shrugging off her travelling cloak, she didn’t notice her girlfriend until she'd set the garment on their coat and cloak rack.

Fleur stood leaning against the doorframe that led into the sitting room, and Hermione startled because she swore that she hadn’t been there when she’d opened the door. Yet, it was clear that either Fleur had excellent hearing or had, in fact, been right there when Hermione had entered, when she was asked how exactly Ginny was so bloody crass.

Rolling her eyes, Hermione brushed past Fleur and took a seat near the hearth, fireplace devoid of any natural usage during this time of year. Glancing toward Fleur, who now stood in front of the adjacent sofa, resting her forearms on the back of it and fixing her with a genuinely curious look, Hermione pressed her lips together before saying, “She accused us of fucking like rabbits, considering I skipped my weekly lunch with her once.” She threw her hands up into the air. “Once!”

An amused grin spread slowly across Fleur’s lips, and Hermione had half a mind to pout about how in the world Fleur could find this at all funny, yet she waited to hear what her girlfriend had to say about it.

Shrugging, then raising a hand and turning it palm side up, Fleur was the picture of someone unperturbed. Hermione eyed Fleur’s tongue as it ran along the length of her lower lip, an image of the same tongue swirling around her breast the previous night flashing to the forefront of her mind. She clenched her jaw, shoving the memory aside.

“You are known for your impeccable punctuality, non?”

Hermione frowned. “I am, but…”

“Therefore, is it not… apt, to conclude that you were otherwise occupied?”

Shifting in her seat, Hermione ducked her head for a moment, took a steadying breath, then looked Fleur square in the eye. “Of course, but she didn’t immediately have to conclude that we’re… we’re fucking like rabbits!”

She hated the heat that flooded her face, betraying her emotions even more so, but not as much as she absolutely abhorred how smug Fleur appeared as she came around the side of the sofa and sat down on the armrest of the chair Hermione still sat in.

Fleur’s fingers took light hold of Hermione’s curls, idly playing with them, while her other hand cupped Hermione’s chin and drew her face toward her so their eyes met again. “And yet, she wasn’t wrong, Hermione.” Fleur’s fingertips caressing the underside of her chin was going to undo her remaining self-control. “Ginny is observant, is she not?”

Glancing out of the corner of her eyes and grumbling under her breath, Hermione finally admitted, “She is. But, it’s only, her choice of words—”

“Would you have felt better if she said we were fucking like bunnies?” Fleur offered, as if it fixed everything. It didn’t fix Ginny’s knowing smirk as Hermione didn’t deign to answer her accusation, didn’t fix the heat that had begun to flare in her lower abdomen at the flurry of memories Ginny’s words had brought up and certainly did not fix the burning heat that now licked at her, reducing her to a woman who truly wanted to fuck the other woman beside her as if they were rabbits. Or bunnies.

She knew she was an entire open book at this point, her breathing grown shallow, her legs crossed and thighs squeezing together every few seconds. Yet Fleur, her thrall not even properly reaching out, continued to simply play with her hair and flex her fingertips that still cupped Hermione’s chin. At least until Hermione met her gaze again.

Chewing on the inside of her cheek, Hermione finally uttered, “You’re teasing me.”

Her girlfriend’s amused grin transformed into a genuine, tender smile. “I tease with a purpose, mon trésor. Ginny has wound you up so tightly, and I would rather enjoy fucking like bunnies so I can relieve you. Unless you would rather unwind in a different fashion, of course…” she trailed off, releasing her fingers from Hermione’s chin and hair.

Jaw gone slack, Hermione stood up from the seat and grabbed hold of one of Fleur’s wrists. “No, I—fuck.” She scuffed the heel of her boots against the floor, torn for only a second before she decided. “Ginny and whatever she thinks, whatever anyone thinks… they can all sod off; we can fuck however much we want to here, whenever we want to.”

“There’s the woman I love,” Fleur said, and Hermione’s heart swelled at the words. “Now, when you say whenever…”

Her eyes blatantly teased Hermione, and she could only roll her eyes good-naturedly before responding, “Yes, that includes now. Especially right now.”

As Fleur led the way, Hermione wondered where she was taking them this time. She doubted she would mind anywhere they’d already pleasured each other in this cottage, or for that matter, anywhere new as well. Though she wondered how many new spots were left now, because… Ginny had had a point.

#fleurmione #fleur delacour #hermione granger #fleur x hermione #sapphicmicrofics

[k-starr-ent-ceo]

A little fun i had last night with these two.

#fleurmione fanart #fleurmione #hermione x fleur #fleur x hermione #fleur delacour #hermione granger #manip #fan art

[hp-soulmates]

💞 HP Soulmates: Fated 2 Be - Week 1 Roundup 💞

Can you believe it? It felt like this first week just flew by! And in case you missed any of these fantastic fics (and art!):

💞 [FIC] Phantom 💞 (T, Remus/Severus, 1.8k)

Soulmates communicate by writing on each other’s skin, Severus leaves Remus on read way too often, and the two confront a little unfinished business because (you guessed it) they’re ghosts!

💞 [FIC] Ink Stained Skin 💞 (M, Harry/Pansy, 19.8k)

Pansy Parkinson went all the way to California to hide from her past and was pleased to find her escape a rousing success. At least it had been until a freak accident involving a spilled bottle of ink erased all her progress and sent her past (or possibly her future) careening back into her path.

💞 [ART] Pour My Heart (In Places Where It Can’t Be Touched) 💞 (G, Tom/Harry and Draco/Harry, Digital Art)

Draco Malfoy’s soulmate is Harry Potter. Harry Potter’s soulmate is Tom Riddle.  Only Tom Riddle disrupts fate with his bare hands when he decides to split his soul, severing the string that links him to Harry Potter.  The prophecy takes its course – turning star-crossed lovers into enemies.

💞 [FIC] Lover’s Leap 💞 (E, Pansy/Neville, 13.5k)

The Wizarding World is small and insular—Pansy Parkinson and Neville Longbottom have known each other since they were children. But after Pansy’s Grandmother dies, a magical heirloom forces them to see each other in a new light.

💞 [FIC] The Enemy of My Enemy 💞 (T, Harry/Regulus, 33.8k)

In a world where soulmates are identified by tattoo-like marks on the body, Harry Potter was born with a constellation on his arm. For nearly seventeen years, it sits there, dormant and dark. Then, as he and Dumbledore enter the cave where they believe a Horcrux may be hidden, the stars begin to glow. The Blacks don’t go looking for their soulmates. Regulus was taught from an early age to ignore the lightning bolt on his skin and prioritize his duty to the family. But when he finds himself thrust into an unfriendly future, his soulmate may be the only person he can trust. At first glance, the two have little in common beyond their mutual desire to see Voldemort defeated. Will that be enough to bring them together?

💞 [FIC] Soulless: Blind Date 💞 (T, Sirius/Severus, 1.7k)

There were three types of soulmates: platonic, romantic, and enemy. Severus was one of the rare few without a soulmate. He was one of the soulless. Those who are shunned by society because they are seen as unable to make connections, which is a blatant lie. Or Severus has the opportunity of finding love when he goes on a blind date.

💞 [FIC] souls and marks 💞 (T, Albus/Gellert, 1.1k)

A new parlour opens near the Diagon Alley, offering to reveal the soulmarks. Everyone is, naturally, curious, and clients start coming over, while the owner, one infamous Gellert Grindelwald, watches over them.

💞 [FIC] In His Love Story 💞 (E, Luna/Theo, 12.3k)

Set in magical regency England, Lord Theodore Nott is in want of a wife, except he doesn’t believe he will find a witch he could call his soulmate… until Lady Luna Lovegood made the Queen laugh.

💞[FIC] tell me where it ends 💞 (E, Draco/Harry, 63k)

After Harry wakes from his short-lived death, he begins to see red strings tied around the fingers of everyone he sees. No one else seems to be able to see them. He is surprised to see who is (or isn’t) tied to each other.  He is tied to Draco Malfoy.  Feature: Supportive Kingsley, a twist on the 8th-year fic

💞 [ART] We are who we are 💞 (G, Fleur/Hermione, Digital Art)

Fleur and Hermione try to resist the pull they have toward each other.

💞 [FIC] The Choice 💞 (T, Fleur/Hermione, 2.7k)

When one soulmate dies, the other begins to see them in dreams. Except it’s not just a dream, is it?

#hp soulmates 2023 #hp soulmates #weekly roundup #hp fic rec #hp art rec #mod post #remus x severus #harry x pansy #harry x tom #draco x harry #neville x pansy #sirius x severus #albus x gellert #theo x luna #fleur x hermione

[hermioneblackdelacour]

Ginny: "Do you keep a swear jar?"

Hermione: "Ginny, my wives are literally the richest people in the wizarding world."

Hermione: "They can swear everytime they want and the money stays in the vault."

#fleurmione #bellamione #cissamione #andromione #pansmione #fleur x hermione #harry potter incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes bellamione #hermione granger #hermione x fleur #incorrect quotes #pansmione incorrect quotes

[janisaiansarkijsan]

is janis from mean girls actually lesbian

#rejanis #fleur x hermione #fleurmione fanart #wednesday x enid #pansmione #enid x wednesday #bella x alice #alice cullen #bella swan #mean girls #janiz #Lesbian #janis ian #janis sarkisian

[lumosatnight]

Day 29: Edible

Fleur held the fork up to Hermione’s lips, a gleam in her eye.

@kinktober2023 day 29: Feeding/Stuffing

Fleur/Hermione, M, 500 words

Food Kink, Chocolate-Covered Strawberries, Grinding

For @waxwing-saint, for no other reason than I thought you deserved some Fleurmione with a food kink 😉

—

“Ma chérie, you must eat. To recover your strength.”

Fleur pushed another bite of bread between Hermione’s lips. Hermione chewed weakly, her cheeks numb from too many pain and healing potions. She had lost track of how many Fleur had shoved down her throat since escaping Malfoy Manor.

“Thanks,” she rasped. She tried again. “I can feed myself. You and Bill have already done so much for me.”

Fleur’s eyes gleamed. It might have been a trick of the light or a strange Veela thing.

“It eez my pleasure, ma chérie.”

-♦️-

“Ma chérie, you are too thin.”

Fleur sat beside her in the Great Hall. They had won the war, but the casualties were many. Hermione looked away as a body with flaming red hair was carried out on a stretcher.

“I’m sorry about Bill,” Hermione said.

Fleur picked at her slice of cake, which the house elves had whipped up as soon as the debris had been cleared from the kitchens.

“It wasn’t real,” she said. “Marrying him allowed me to stay in England without too many questions.”

“But why would you want to stay?” Hermione said, her brow furrowed. It didn’t make sense. Something wasn’t adding up, and she was great at arithmetic.

Fleur held a bite of cake up to Hermione’s lips instead of answering. “Eat, ma chérie.”

-♦️-

“Ma chérie, you look beautiful.”

Fleur took her hand and guided her into the restaurant, Hermione’s dress rustling as she walked. She wasn’t accustomed to wearing so much billowing fabric, but she wanted to look nice for their date.

They had started slow after the war — tentative messages and quiet meetings. It had taken almost a year of Fleur dropping by Grimmauld Place, where Hermione lived with Harry and Ron, with homemade pastries before Hermione had gotten up the courage to ask her out.

When their food arrived — Italian because The French food ‘ere eez terrible — Fleur wrapped her fork in spaghetti and sauce and held it up to Hermione’s lips.

“I can feed myself, you know.”

“I know, ma chérie,” Fleur said, that gleam in her eyes, and she slid the fork past Hermione’s lips.

-♦️-

“Ma chérie, look at you.”

Hermione spread out on the bed, the silk chemise riding up her thighs. Fleur hovered over her, her pale face flushed pink, her blonde hair falling around Hermione like curtains.

She took a chocolate-covered strawberry from the bowl and held it to Hermione’s lips. Hermione parted them easily and bit down, the chocolate melting on her tongue and the red juices dripping down her chin.

Fleur bent down and licked them up — each sugary droplet — slowly and sensually. She followed the trail to Hermione’s mouth, licking inside to taste the chocolate there.

Hermione moaned and spread her legs, allowing Fleur’s body to settle between them. Their hips rubbed together, giving Hermione the much-needed friction against her aching centre.

“Ma chérie, you taste so good. Good enough to eat.”

Hermione looked into her gleaming eyes. “Please.”

Also read it on AO3!

← Day 28 | Masterlist | Day 30 →

#kinktober 2023 #fleurmione #fleur x hermione #hp femslash #hp fanfic #500 words #lumosdrabbles

[picklesonjupiter]

On ao3, for @hpsaffics

Dark creatures lived in the murky depths of the Black Lake. Students were warned against entering its shallows. It was said that haunting singing could be heard, luring unfortunate victims. Every few years, a skeleton would float back onto the surface, increasing the rumors of man-eating lake monsters.

Hermione had read about the Black Lake before arriving at Hogwarts. What little she did know about the creatures that lived there fascinated her. She spent her free time at the edges of the lake, dipping her toes into the water. Having no friends, the lake was the one place she never felt alone.

On a chilly autumn morning, Hermione visited the lake, taking off her shoes and socks and dipping her toes into the water. Hiking up her robes, she walked further into the water. It was cool—not too cold or warm. She was knee-deep into the lake; this was the furthest she had been before.

She stood there, closed her eyes, and basked in the sun. Humming to herself, she enjoyed the water on her legs. Her shoulders relaxed, and she smiled. There was nothing to be concerned about when she was surrounded by the lake that so many people feared.

“Lalalala.”

Hermione looked around. Had she just heard singing? Where was it coming from? Hermione couldn’t see anyone near her. Instead of walking to land, she went further into the lake. It was instinct.

“Hello? Is someone there?” She waded in the water in circles.

“Lalalala.”

She whipped her head in the direction of the singing and saw something unimaginable. It was a girl naked from the torso up, with golden silk strands for hair and skin that glowed in the sun—almost iridescent.

“What are you doing out in the lake while undressed?” Hermione swam closer.

The girl didn’t answer, instead singing some more. Hermione felt a sense of urgency rising, like she needed to reach her or else something horrible would occur. Heart raising, breaths becoming shallow, she reached the naked girl.

Up close, the girl’s beauty was like nothing Hermione had ever seen before.

“Do you need help coming back on land?”

No response.

“I’m Hermione. What’s your name?”

No response.

A hand reached for Hermione and she did not move away, letting the girl touch her face. An unsettling smile grew on the girl's face. She leaned in and captured her lips with her own. Hermione was too surprised to respond.

She caught on and a tongue was in her mouth. It was her first kiss. She never thought she would be kissing a girl, especially a strange one that was naked in the lake. Hands brushed her shoulders, and it felt like she was sinking.

Hermione tried to break free from the kiss and pull away, but the girl’s strength was unbelievably strong. Holding her breath, she blinked in the water, trying to adjust her eye sight. The first thing she saw was a hideous face; it was a mix of a human face with scales and gills. Was this the girl who had stolen her first kiss?

She looked down and saw a tail that was three times the size of the mermaid’s torso. Hermione never thought she would meet one of the lake monsters, and now she was about to die at the hands of one of them.

The mermaid flashed hideously large and sharp teeth, and the sound she let out was like chalk on a board. Hermione winced and failed to escape her grasp. The creature lunged at her throat and Hermione screamed, the little air in her lungs escaping.

The bite wasn’t excruciating. It was almost arousing, but Hermione couldn’t enjoy it while her lungs were burning, begging for oxygen. Hermione tried hitting the mermaid on her chest, trying to tell her that she needed air.

The mermaid frowned, twisting her grotesque features. She pressed her mouth to Hermione’s and passed on a breath. It wasn’t enough. Hermione needed to be on land. She wasn’t a lake creature.

Hermione rolled her eyes back, and the last thing she saw was a worried expression on the mermaid's face.

–

She woke up, coughing up water. Her chest hurt, and her neck hurt.

“You gave me a fright, dear. What were you doing out in the lake? It’s forbidden to go in it for a reason.” Madam Pomfrey scolded her. “You’re lucky that Miss Parkinson came across you and immediately called for my help. You could have died, reckless child.”

Hermione laughed. She had survived an encounter with a creature of the lake. Why had she survived? She touched the bite mark on her neck.

She would have to find a way to breathe underwater and visit soon.

“Don’t you laugh. You’re in big trouble.”

#fleurmione #hp sapphic #fleur x hermione #fleur delacour #hermione granger #mermaid #ficlet

[ladiesofhpfest]

We Are Family by @snarkygranger1-blog

Time for family feels with Molly Weasley! This is a post-war fic feat. Hermione/Fleur and Molly coming in to make sure the girls know they'll always be family.

Snippet below; keep reading on ao3!

“Oh, yes,” Molly dipped her head. “Hermione, I am sorry for believing in Rita’s trash writing.”

“Oh, Molly.” Hermione hugged her. “I forgave you years ago.”

“You did?” Molly looked surprised. “Why?”

“Why? Because I felt a kinship with you as a surrogate wizarding mother.” Hermione explained.

Molly started to cry. “Really?”

“Yes, I really did. I know we might have had some issues, especially around our seventh year, but we had to do what we did.” Hermione sighed.

“I still don’t understand why Albus did that to you three.” Molly huffed. “You three were barely old enough to figure out the mission.”

Go to Ao3 for more!

#molly weasley #hermione granger #fleur delacour #fleurmione #ladies of hp fest #ladies of hp #ladies of hp fest monthly minis #ladies of hp fest monthly mini #hp femslash #fleur x hermione #victoire weasley

[terra-wisp]

"Smile" || 301 Words || Fleurmione @sapphicmicrofics One week after the Beauxbatons contingent had arrived at Hogwarts, Fleur had woken to find a singular bird singing at her bedroom window. Fleur should’ve been insulted.

It was no great secret amongst the denizens and visitors of Hogwarts that Fleur Delacour was a Veela, even as diluted as her blood was. The French witch descended from a proud race of apex predators that utilized their beauty and their talons in equal measures. But there were those who would mock these non-human beings, some even went as far as to liken them to ‘pretty little birds.’ 

It was as condescending as it was disgusting. 

And oh so frequent.

And in spite of her status as Champion of her school, the first week had been chock full of idiotic avian themed pick up lines. 

Fleur was so tempted to peck out the eyes of the next person who tried their hands at ‘hey baby, your nest or mine?’ — her subsequent arrest would’ve been worth it, if only because she had been on theme. 

And then someone had gone as far as to bother her in the sanctity of her own room. And Fleur knew that it was the work of someone else, because she could recognize a magical construct. 

So Fleur had every right to be angry.

But she wasn’t. 

Because there was no note, no pickup line to be delivered, and the conjured black and yellow bird — so out of place as it was in the Scottish Highlands — didn’t cross the boundary of her window. 

Instead, it just sang. 

It was so bright and cheery, like a miniature embodiment of spring that existed solely to perform the perfect backdrop to a season that was still months down the line.  For the first time since her arrival for this tournament, Fleur smiled.

#Prompt: Smile #fleurmione #hermione granger #fleur delacour #hermione x fleur #fleur x hermione #sapphic #hp wlw #pre relationship #squint and you can see the PART 1 OF 3 #microfic challenge #what is sleeping

[lipzlipzlipz]

Fleur: We need to talk about your grade, Mademoiselle Granger

Hermione: *rolls eyes* Fleur, not in our daughter’s school

Fleurmione daughter, 15 yo: Yeah Mom, we’re literally having a meeting with my principal right now, get it together

Fleur: *thinking* Okay then, Miss Granger, we should talk about your classroom management skills. I can offer some pointers.

Hermione: *snorts*

Daughter: *huffs and takes out her phone*

Principal: Is your wife normally like this?

Hermione: All the time

#fleurmione #incorrect fleurmione quotes #hermione x fleur #fleur x hermione #fleur delacour #hermione granger

[fleurmioneweek]

Fleurmione 1k Celebration!

Hello Fleurminions! 🌈

Our lovely little ship has recently passed a very cool milestone:

🎉 We have reached 1,000 fics on AO3! 🎉

That's right! That's 1k fics, one thousand stories, tagged with our favorite girls in love. And just in time before the new year. Cheers to 2022. You have treated us well. We look forward to seeing how our little fandom will grow in 2023.

So writers, readers, artists, everyone, give yourselves a little pat on the back and a kiss on the cheek. Thank you for all the love—love for fleurmione, and love for each other. Your efforts have not gone unnoticed. Today, tomorrow, and forever, we shall celebrate! 🙌

Of course, we could not have made it here if not for our fandom veterans, so here is a special shoutout to them. To the ones who have been here as early as the conception of GoF. To the ones who laid the foundations of this ship. Thank you from the bottom of our heats. ❤️Though some of you may have moved on to other interests, we thank you for caring for our fandom in your few but steady loving hands. Look how we've grown.

So Fleurmione shippers, go out there and create! consume! comment! kudos! And we'll see you for the next event!

cake courtesy of @waxwing-saint

(look how glorious it is <3)

#fleurmione #fleurmione1k2022 #hp wlw #hp femslash #hp rare pair #hermione granger #fleur x hermione #fleur delacour

[unwoundcorridors]

prompt #21: pond

pairing: fleur/hermione word count: 1,151

❈ written for @sapphicmicrofics ❈

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Fleur remembered still this sunlit orchard from years past, memory of it etched onto her mind from when she had married Bill. It was a recollection from another world entirely, in two fashions: a world in which war had held them all within its chokehold of a grasp, and a world in which she had thought herself in love with the eldest of the Weasley children. Now, though, she wandered the grounds of the Burrow, her heart fluttering with a cacophony of emotions amongst that far flung memory as she awaited someone entirely different.

It was only when her bare toes dipped into the shallow edge of a pond that Fleur shook herself of preoccupation and noticed that the orchard was long behind her, and she had somehow wound up in a field left fallow for the season. What type of field, she wasn’t certain, but several feet away corn grew, and when she turned to look the other way, her lips parted as a figure sprinted towards her. For a moment, she wondered if she should do something—pull her wand out or run, but after another moment, the figure became recognisable.

“Hermione,” she breathed, fingers digging into the fabric of her fitted, dark trousers. She was gorgeous, even in the harried state she arrived in, her curls windblown as she bent over, hands gripping her knees while she regained her breath. When Hermione finally lifted her head to look at Fleur, something wanting churned in Fleur’s gut, something she sought desperately to feel more of again.

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#fleurmione #fleur x hermione #fleur delacour #hermione granger #sapphicmicrofics #for someone who's hardly written any fleurmione (this is only my second one) i was not expecting this to get away from me like it did lmao #i want to read more fleurmione now. i haven't in ages