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.