20First of all, Harry Potter and the rest of the things in his universe aren't mine, I could think of my own charecters, but I would need to think of name's and I just really like to play with all the different Harry Potter characters.
This is the first of hopefully many different one shots based upon Hermione and Fleur's relationship. If you've read my other story, Corruption Hermione, You'll be aware of the fact that in my universe, they were a hidden couple during Fleur's presence at Hogwarts.
The story's will not be chronologic, because they just come to me, sorry for that, but I will say were in tthe timeline you can place them.
I hope you will enjoy this first fic, tried a bit more angst, instead of fluff, not shure wheter I pulled if of ore not, so please comment critic always welcome. Well, Fleur and Hermione broke of when Fleur goes back to France, and Hermione is hartbroken in her bed in Grimmauld place 12(or is it 13?)
Lost
I'm scared, fucking scared and confused. I really am lost without her. It is scary being alone in this big probably still hexed bed. Ron is with his mind elsewhere, and Harry isn't allowed to be here yet. Ginny is in the bed next too me sleeping, safe and sound as it seems, but I know she's lost too. She misses my comfort, I used to sleep next to her when she was scared, but those nights passed since Fleur.
I can't stand anybody else's skin against mine, can't stand the warmth of a person not being Fleur. I know it wont work, she being in France me her in a war-torn England. Well soon to be war-torned. I can't even stand the perfect non accentual English anymore.
And I miss her. I miss her hand upon my waist. I miss her always perfectly shaved legs against my not always so perfectly shaved legs. I miss her smell that stays in my pillow even when she's not around. I miss her lips, her hair, her total calming and comforting presence.
And it scares me, the thought of being alone forever, of dying while she's unknowingly in France. Of being alone in this bed for the rest of the summer, missing her. I'm scared of her being already in bed with some other France slut. or worse. manslut.
But what I can't stand least? What I miss most? What scares me most? It is the thought of me never being able to just hear her speak those 3 words, which seem too be the most striking to me when spoke in French,
"Je t'aimé"