#Hermione granger x Fleur Delacour

[ashesandhackles]

(belated) Happy Birthday @bluethepineapple

A fleurmione moodboard and (smutty) drabble:

A warm hand on the wings of her back.

Her face, pressed to the pillow, strands of her hair clinging to each other, glistening with sweat.

"Hermione," she murmured, her trembling fingers curling into an open fist. She could hear the sea, a comforting lullaby to their lovemaking.

Ringlets of Hermione's hair tickled the nape of her neck. The place, her grand-mère said, where the wings are born. Such a shame grand-mère, had told her, that you won't be able to fly.

Fleur's eyes had stung with angry tears then. How cruel grand-mère, she had thought. To be only gifted powers that lured men but given no wings to escape them!

Her eyes swam with tears now too, Hermione's explorative caress making her alert to sensations, colours bobbing like sea creatures behind her closed eyes. There was an ache of wings not yet born, a shadow of flight cleaved between her legs.

Hermione held her loosely curled fist, interlocking their fingers together. Her body pressed onto her back, her fingers roaming to where stars were trapped. Fleur gasped, a staccato of sounds, as white-hot sparks fanned out from the base of her spine to rest of her body, little constellations dotted underneath her skin.

It was a surrender in the shipwreck, a body rocking to the rhythm of the wind on the sea.  There was more, more, more to fall. 

Hermione, flushed with triumph, brought her to surface with a kiss. 

Ao3

For more Fleurmione content: The Dying Hearth series by Blue

[thebiggerbear]

Fleurmione Masterlist

(one shot coming soon) While Viktor Krum pursues Hermione, she actually has her eye on another foreign exchange student and Triwizard Champion

dividers by @firefly-graphics

[drabsyo]

fleurmione, together again

[blackpatrxnum]

WE AS A SOCIETY (hp wlw shippers) HAVEN'T TAKEN ENOUGH ADVANTAGE OF THE FACT THAT "ROMANTIC FRIENDSHIPS" BETWEEN WOMEN WERE SOCIALLY ACCEPTED (and encouraged) AMONG HIGH SOCIETY WOMEN IN EUROPE IN THE 1800s AND 1900s

[briarpotter]

Next Gen Kids!

[fleurmioneweek]

We are excited to announce...

Fleurmione Week 2024 Prompts!!!

Thank you everyone for voting! As usual, Fleurmione Week will be held in September and the celebration will last seven days between the 16th and 22nd. This year, we are giving the option of two(!!) prompts per day, so go wild with it! 😍Now, on to the prompts!

Day 1, September 16: Veela Customs and Rituals or Forced Proximity

Day 2, September 17: Memory Loss or Second Chance Romance

Day 3, September 18: Blind Date or Shopkeep (i.e. coffee, flower etc)

Day 4, September 19: "Who did this to you" or Bodyguard

Day 5, September 20: Beauxbatons or Celebrity

Day 6, September 21: Enemies to Lovers or Friends with Benefits

Day 7, September 22: Free Day

BUT! The excitement does not stop there! 👀This year, as a challenge to our super talented amazing writers (kisses you all gently on the forehead), we are throwing down the gauntlet of an optional writing challenge. Feel free to include any of the following in your stories this fleurmione week...that is, if you dare. 😏 Optional Challenge Elements

Unreliable Narrator

Cliffhanger

Plot Twist

Dual Timelines

5 + 1

Motif

Foreshadowing

See you all in four months! Happy planning! If you have any questions, don't hesitate to reach out!

[darklinaforever]

Sorry, but for me J.K didn't write good romances. We don't know Astoria, Rolf and Hannah. Lupin and Tonks appeared out of nowhere. Jily is undrinkable. Hinny has little or no development over 7 books even though they have really known each other since volume 2. Romione is really not great from my point of view. Don't even get me started on Dumbledor and Grindelwald...

Bill & Fleur are the only ones, among the young characters, that I find cute and even then it's a very secondary couple. Honestly, Molly and Arthur are the only real Harry Potter goal couple in my eyes. And yet, they also haven't seen them much !

[blackione]

Hinny x Pride and Prejudice

The arrival in the neighborhood of Hermione Granger, a wealthy, single young woman with a few friends, arouses the interest of the Weasley brothers and the neighboring families. Ginevra, the Weasley's last daughter, will start a unique relationship with Harry, one of Hermione's friends, which will trigger this story of pride and prejudice between the two until they come to know true love.

Amo esto. Por favor, escribanles un fanfic. Y dejenme saber sus opiniones. :D

[katsitsiyo]

I commissioned the lovely @anzukero to create these two Fleurmione pieces. 🥰🥰🥰 Thank you for so perfectly capturing the mood of these these soft bbs in love. 🥰🫶

[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.

[wildnightuniverse]

Which Fleurmione fanfiction do yo consider iconic/legendary/must read? I'll start first: "Witnessed Here in Time and Blood", "Dusk of Summer" (every part) and "Aucune Defense Por Toi". (Is it a way for me to find more Fleurmione stories to read? Yes. Yes, it is.)

[lipzlipzlipz]

Winning Proposals

A sequel to Winning Affections

[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.

[drabsyo]

Fleurmione Week Day 4: Ancient Greece (olympics!au)

💙Inspired by Sun and Laurels by waxwing_Saint on ao3

for @sosh022 and @waxwing-saint. Thank you for all that you do ❤

[thefiery-phoenix]

YANDERE FLEUR X READER X YANDERE HERMIONE GRANGER

You were sitting in the Great Hall with your friends, Harry, Ron and Hermione for breakfast. Everyone around you was busy chatting about the Durmstrang students and the Beauxbatons students coming to Hogwarts for the Triwizard Tournament and that was all anyone could talk about. "I'm actually pretty excited to meet them you know, I think it would be good to have friends from other magic schools too. Maybe if I'm lucky enough I might have a pen pal by the time the tournament is done'' you said with a smile as you munched on some treacle tart. Harry and Ron chimed in with their own opinions about your comment and Hermione simply shot you a curt smile as she sipped some coffee, looking at you with her calculating and piercing gaze. She didn't know why but she didn't like it when you mentioned that you wanted a pen pal from another magic school, she was your friend as well. Why would you need to bother about other people when she was there for you, when she was all you need? 

She felt slightly annoyed at your comment and could feel something dark stirring inside her. No, it wasn't her usual morning grumpiness, she felt a pang of jealousy in her heart when you mentioned you wanted to be friends with other people, she knew you inside and out, she knew every single thing about you and your likes and dislikes as well. She took pride in the knowledge that she knew you better than you knew yourself. However she kept that curt smile on her face as she continued to sip her coffee as her eyes met yours every now and then. She tried to assure herself that no one would be able to get close to you, she'd make sure of it. Besides, no one else knew you like how she did, she feels like your time and attention are supposed to be reserved solely for her

A few days later the Beauxbatons and Durmstrang students arrived at Hogwarts and you looked at them in awe while they walked into the Great Hall. After the introductions were given, a blonde haired Veela girl strode over to you and asked you in her French accent whether she could sit next to you and you nodded as you moved your bag to make space for her. Hermione's eyes narrowed as the Veela girl sat next to you and the two of you made light conversation with each other. Of course, Hermione didn't want to appear as a controlling person but why couldn't the Veela girl sit somewhere else? Why did she have to sit next to you? As the Veela girl introduced herself as Fleur with that dazzling smile of hers and shook your hand, Hermione felt an urge to poke her eye out with the fork in her hand but restrained herself. She knew her feelings for you were spinning out of control but she didn't care, you were supposed to be hers. After the dinner was done, you headed to bed and Hermione found herself with Fleur in the library. "You seem to be quite...close to Y/N'' said Fleur as she surveyed Hermione with a judging look. Hermione scowled slightly and narrowed her eyes but heaved a breath and composed herself as she plastered a fake smile on her face. "Why yes.. I am. I've known Y/N for quite a few years...we both are rather close'' said Hermione, hoping Fleur would just get the message and back off from you already

However it irritated her and annoyed her to the core when she saw Fleur hovering around you every time and she started getting rather chummy with you, too close to you for her liking. During breakfast one day when you excitedly mentioned to Hermione that Fleur and you became pen pals and she invited you over to France to her house for the summer next year, she almost spat out her pumpkin juice and she smiled although her smile looked more of a grimace. "How...how nice and wonderful of her'' said Hermione as her fingers gripped the glass till her knuckles turned white. Hermione felt satisfaction in seeing Fleur shoot daggers with her eyes whenever she spotted you both working together on your homework assignments of studying together. Fleur's lips would be curved into a thin line of jealousy while she watched you and Hermione studying together. "You should know that Y/N likes me, I do not know if you cannot take the hint but you need to back off'' said Fleur to Hermione one day. Hermione let out a snarky laugh and looked at Fleur amused. "That should be MY line, Y/N and I have known each other longer, I know everything about them, you're not that significant to be a threat to me with my relationship to Y/N'' said Hermione with a smug smirk

It was like a cat and mouse game between the both of them, trying to compete for your attention and affection. Both of them would start getting possessive of you and seethed inside whenever you'd spend time with someone else. However one day when the both of them overheard some random Ravenclaw guy trying to ask you out and preparing to confess his feelings for you at Madam Puddifoot's teashop in Hogsmeade, a silent begrudging look of understanding passed between Fleur and Hermione. "I hate to admit this but...we might need to team up for this to get rid of that pest'' said Hermione to Fleur as she nodded. "Agreed...but Y/N is mine in the end'' said Fleur as Hermione rolled her eyes. "Whatever helps you sleep at night'' she replied in a snarky manner. Fleur struck up a conversation with the Ravenclaw guy to distract him while she sneakily managed to get her hands on the love note he'd written for you and Hermione managed to petrify him before he was about to leave for Hogsmeade. "Stay away from Y/N'' hissed Hermione as she looked down on the Ravenclaw guy with contempt in her eyes before she put her wand back inside her robes and went to join you in the library with Fleur. She felt the overwhelming urge to smack Fleur across the face but managed to control herself. She could deal with Fleur later...she was a problem she'd have to take care of for another day...

[cassidyjaneart]

RIP Bill and Fleur Weasley (not dead just severely under appreciated)