#ch: fleur delacour

[silencedrage]

[  FACE  ] :  receiver won’t stop talking. in an attempt to get them to stop, sender grabs their face, underestimating the intensity of the act. + reverse - @vrake

She is still shivering despite the warming charms that the mediwitches had placed on them, and Hermione is pretty sure that's mostly just adrenaline still working its way through her system. She's not exactly certain how putting a body in magical stasis would affect her physiologically, but the more likely reason for the way her heart is beating is the way that Fleur's fingers keep fluttering over her face. Hermione catches a few French words here and there, and from her few visits to the country, she can pick out the ones that are definitely swear words.

Her hair is already drying into a frizzy mess, and there are even more eyes watching them than had been at the Yule Ball, but Hermione presses her palms to Fleur's cheeks tightly, trying to pull the other witch's focus back to her. "I'm here. See? I'm right here, and I'm fine." Her robes might be sopping wet and she should probably ask how Harry and Ron are doing, or how the task finished, but she just pulls Fleur in with a giddy laugh, pressing their lips together tightly. It's messy and hardly romantic, but Hermione brushes her thumb along Fleur's cheek, her cheeks red from both the cold and her sudden shyness. "Did you go with a Bubble-Head charm?"

[veelatrouble]

Here's chapter 5 of Veela Paradise! Fleur and Gabrielle get to have a go at Harry, when Monsiour Delacour suddenly arrives!

Hope you enjoy :)

[krumione]

a young woman was standing in the doorway, a woman of such breathtaking beauty that the room seemed to have become strangely airless. She was tall and willowy with long blonde hair and appeared to emanate a faint, silvery glow.

[mskrianna]

⠀⠀⠀❛ это была француженка, не сдержавшая смешок во время приветствия дамблдора. она наконец-то сняла шарф, и её белокурые волосы волной падали почти до самого пояса. у девушки были большие синие глаза и ровные белые зубы, напомнившие незабвенную улыбку профессора локонса. ❜

[griffxnnage]

all photos from pinterest!

“A young woman was standing in the doorway, a woman of such breathtaking beauty that the room seemed to have become strangely airless. She was tall and willowy with long blonde hair and appeared to emanate a faint, silvery glow...”

[dramiones]

TOP 20 HARRY POTTER COUPLES (as voted by my followers)

↳ no. 08: bill weasley & fleur delacour

what do i care how he looks? i am good looking enough for the both of us, i think!

[button-house]

make me choose nymphodora or fleur

requested by @rumpop

"A young woman was standing in the doorway, a woman of such breathtaking beauty that the room seemed to have become strangely airless.”

celebrate with me!!

[hosgmeade]

fleur moodboard for @epivskey <3 | holiday celebrations

[wizards]

Ginny: You know, there's something weird going on with your face.

Fleur: What?

Ginny: You're smiling. I didn't know you could do that.

[gaytonks]

fleur delacour x nymphadora tonks

I need a drink, whiskey ain't my thing But shit is all good I can handle things- like I wish that you would You've been out of reach, could you explain? I think that you should What you been up to? Who's been loving you good?

[capbarnes]

FLEUR ISABELLE WEASLEY (NÉE DELACOUR) 

“She’s as much a fairy princess as I am”

- Happy Birthday Malia my love ( @fleurrdelacour ) (7/31)

[thlestrals]

URL Edit for @fleurdalacour

“A young woman was standing in the doorway, a woman of such breathtaking beauty that the room seemed to have become strangely airless”

[pxtterlily]

Fleur Delacour ♡ “A young woman was standing in the doorway, a woman of such breathtaking beauty that the room seemed to have become strangely airless.” 

[happyhauntt]

fic edits ━━ Karma  ━  Harry Potter: Fleur Delacour & Margot Girard-Weasley.

“Here’s to the girl I fell in love with before I knew what that was; to the girl who helped with Arithmancy homework in the common room at 2AM, to the girl who brought pastries to my room when I was sick, to the girl with the pale eyes and scarred heart who did the impossible ━ she loved me back.”

[mskrianna]

и в кᴀждой ᴇᴇ лᴀсковой ʏлыҕкᴇ — смᴇᴘтᴇльный яд с ᴀᴘомᴀтом ҕᴇлых лилий.

[nymphadorass]

the war is over (and we keep on fighting) • fleur

Saddled with the burden (but not the lightness, which was far worse), to be constantly aware of others’ perceptions, Fleur had chosen to observe them with the same sedulity they observed her. The first people who she learned to read were those closest to her.

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