Fleur secretly wears glasses, hermione finds out *drama ensues *
Dudes, idk if it’s any good, I’ll try to get to the other prompts but this one I found kinda funny so I wanted to write it first. Didn’t spell check so any grammar mistake you find is mine.
Ok? ok. Hope you enjoy, lmk if you like it. :D
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Hermione has always thought it annoying, inconsequential and not at all worth her time. She would hear other girls talking about it, the “badump badump” your heart makes when you stare at this “new hot bloke from Durmstrang did you see how he wears that tie? absolutely fascinating” coupled with high pitch giggles and frantic waving of arms.
She scowled and rolled her eyes.
How utterly annoying. A waste of time. She would rather dedicate her time elsewhere, like perfecting her craft and memorizing wand movements and incantations.
Of course she hasn’t completely disregarded the idea of attraction, it is, after all, an important part of ones’ life, she concedes. It’s a natural process created by chemicals in your body and with it, a manifestation of these weird uncharacteristic actions and mannerisms that by now some of the girls in their year were experiencing- scratch that- she scrunched her nose- that these girls are currently manifesting.
But that does not mean they could not use a bit more of self control. She raised her chin slightly more so than usual as she passed by the giggling girls by the hallway, eyeing said bloke lingering outside one of the classroom as she makes her way towards the library.
She sighed as soon as she crossed the door, at last, some peace and quiet.
The library was half full, all the good seats with sturdy, less dusty tables already occupied. But being a regular on the library, she knew where the best studying spots truly lies.
She passed several book cases, made twists and turns and finally, finally. She arrived at her usual spot, a nice clean desk by the window that grants her a nice view of the lake and the forest.
She placed down her book bag and started unpacking, placing her unfinished work neatly in an organized manner. She sat down and smiled to herself.
She was halfway into finishing a particularly tricky part of her potions essay, staring at the latest sentence she wrote as her quill was scrunched on the space between her mouth and her nose.
(Years later, she still wishes she wasn’t in such a state the first time it happened.)
“Bon jour, is this seat taken?” A familiar voice echoed out of nowhere.
Hermione looked up and met blue, twinkling amused eyes.
Badump, badump, badump.
Her quill fell down the desk and rolled off to the floor.
Shi- bugger. Hermione thought.
Hermione stared, she just kept on staring. Mouth half opened and not really sure what to make of the her heart speeding up. Am I having a heart attack? She wondered wildly.
The girl stared back.
“Madamoiselle?”
“Um.” Work, brain.
The corner of the girl’s mouth quirked, she was holding several books on her arms against her chest.
“Erm.” WORK.
Okay, it’s not as if it’s the first time she’s seen this particular girl.
“Uh.” WORK, DAMN IT.
And sure, of course she remembered this girl’s name. It was Fleur, yes. Fleur was her name.
“W-well, er.” WORK, FASTER, BRAIN.
Alright, and maybe. Just maybe, she was probably harboring some form of the aforementioned attraction towards Fleur. It’s not that she was completely unaware of it, it’s just that she hasn’t really had time to process this.
“Yes?” Fleur tilted her head. Hermione shouldn’t have found that adorable.
“Y-, no, I mean, yes- no.” Okay, that’s new. She observed internally. So, her basic motor functions aren’t exactly under her control right now, she’s packing up her things faster than she can remember her hands have ever moved- in hindsight this new skill may be an excellent one to have for the defense of the dark arts?
“Hermione, is everything alright?” Fleur asked again, moving to place down her books against the desk and stepping closer to Hermione.
“N-no, yes! I mean, It’s okay!” Wow, a full sentence. Hermione’s brain is definitely catching up now.
Fleur placed a comforting hand on Hermione’s shoulder and she all but squeaked, the arm she was using to practically hold herself up, because goodness. Her knees feels like jelly at the moment.
“Are you sure? Perhaps we should take you to the infirmary?”
Hermione felt Fleur’s thumb rubbing comforting circles against her shoulder. She stepped closer, and Hermione can almost see the specific dark and light blue flecks of the blonde girl’s blue irises.
I’m ready to die now, I might as well throw myself against the whomping willow.
Hermione thought even as she stumbled backwards, murmuring an unintelligible goodbye which probably sounded like “TABLE. HERE. NOT USING. TOTALLY DONE. YOURS. GOOD BYE.” only barely able to control herself from running instead of walking.
Fleur watched the gryffindor girl speedily walking away, slightly confused but mostly amused.
“Such an odd, adorable girl.” She murmured to herself.
She unconciously adjusted the black rimmed glasses currently perched on her nose.
“Oh, that’s where it has been all this time.”
She sat down the same seat Hermione was occupying and drummed her fingers quietly against the dark wood. Fondly remembering how adorably flushed the gryffindor was.
“Perhaps I should visit her in the library more often.“ She whispered happily to herself as she started working on her homework.