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The depths of the Black Lake were a wonder in their own right, but in the case of 17-year-old Fleur, it was anything but wonderment. There was a time when she would have traded being a Veela in place of being a mermaid, but that was before she had been told that her sister wouldn’t be returned to her ━ ever ━ and Fleur remembered the bruises she sported after she had fought to reenter the murky water in her fight to save Gabrielle’s life. If it hadn’t been for Harry Potter━ She couldn’t even think it, clasping her lips together, eyes the colour of warm honey and cinnamon ( her favourite add-ins for tea ) seemingly in a blank stare as they weren’t fixed on anything in particular. A voice broke through her reverie, and she whirled around, recognizing Draco and ignoring the accelerated thrumming of her heart. He was Lucius Malfoy’s son. How could she not? “’ello, Draco. What are you doing ‘ere?” she asked, answering his question with one of her own. Fleur didn’t know him but had heard his name passed through the lips of other students ━ including Harry, Hermione and Ron. She never understood the appeal of smoking cigarettes, facial features softening when she bridged the distance between them and plucked the cigarette from between his lips. “Eet ees bad for you, Draco. What would your fozzer say?,” she scolded him, stomping it into the ground with the toe of her ankle boot, folding her arms over her chest.

For some, Draco was sure Hogwarts felt like a prison. He was sure that there were some students who wanted nothing more than to leave. To graduate and to never look back. For a long time, Draco hated the school. He hated everything that it stood for and the people that it allowed to roam the halls. The students that his father had taught him were below him since birth. After taking the dark mark and spending the summers and holidays with his aunt, Hogwarts had become a place that Draco could hide out. He doubted that Voldemort would be sitting in the Great Hall across from him at dinner. It was a relief and yet - he still had nightmares. His hands still shook every time he didn’t focus properly and close himself off. It was a cool day, but Draco could still be found by the black lake, a cigarette hanging from his lips. His father would have a heart attack if he saw him. 

The blonde leaned back against a tree, his eyes closed and his feet spread out in front of him. When he heard steps at his side, the blonde breathed an annoyed sigh, and opened an eye. “What do you want?” He asked with a sneer. 

[mllefleur]

♔ ◦ ˚ ⋆ ◦   { aspen, 25+, est, she/her }   ━━   i heard that this " On ne change pas une équipe qui gagne " describes FLEUR WEASLEY perfectly. they are TWENTY-FIVE and are considered a QUARTER-VEELA witch who is currently a NANNY. she is known to be very MATERNAL, COMPASSIONATE & FORMIDABLE but they can also be quite EXIGENT, INSECURE & BLUNT. when you look at them you often hear HER by ANNE-MARIE come to your mind. not to mention that you tend to think of SILK VEIL DANCING, TASTING THE SEA WHEN SHE KISSES HER HUSBAND, THE LOW WHISTLING OF A FRENCH TEA KETTLE, TINY HANDS REACHING FOR HER & MORE LOVE THAN SHE'S EVER KNOWN when they are around. i also noticed that they have ties to THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX. keep your eyes out for them because you never know what’s going to happen. { zoë kravitz, she/her, cisgender woman } * On ne change pas une équipe qui gagne = Never change a winning team ━ or if it isn't broken, don't fix it.

✏️ Fleur Weasley ( born Fleur Elisabeth Delacour ) is the oldest child of Monsieur and Apolline Delacour. She has two younger siblings ━ her brother, Valentin and her sister, Gabrielle. ✏️ Wand: 9½ inches, Rosewood & Veela hair core ✏️ She was born in Conques-en-Rouergue ━ a commune in France ━ on October 13th which makes her a Libra. ✏️ Fleur’s parents aren’t wealthy per se. The Delacours live a comfortable lifestyle, and she, alongside her siblings, never wanted for anything, but in comparison to other families, her life was quaint. She shared her bedroom with Gabrielle until she became old enough to attend Beauxbatons, and she remembers the overwhelming feeling that overcame her her first night at Hogwarts during the Triwizard Tournament. Beauxbatons was exquisite, but Hogwarts was unlike anything that she had seen before. “Eet ‘as personality!” she told Gabrielle excitedly. It was a culture shock. ✏️ First impressions are important to Fleur. The first time that she had set eyes on Bill, she literally felt her heart restart ━ or it felt like it. In her heart, she believes that it was love at first sight. He reminded her of the Vikings that her papa would read about to her when she was a little girl ━ adventurous, intelligent and courageous. Their romance was fast paced, but she fell hard, and she’s never craved another soul how she does her husband’s. As she’s part Veela, sex was tricky in the beginning due to the fact that, when aroused, that part of her surfaces ( her nails and teeth elongate, her eyes glow blue and her behaviour becomes more carnal than human [ think Bo from Lost Girl ] ). After Bill was attacked by Fenrir Greyback, Fleur began to embrace that part of herself. ✏️ Fleur doesn’t have many girlfriends. She’s never made friends easily, and as a result, upon discovering that Bill had a sister, she was ecstatic. She looks at Ginny as her true sister and loves her and treats her like she does Gabrielle. ✏️ Fleur wants children. It may be foolish, but she collects items intended for the arrival of a newborn and stows them away in an undetectable corner of an antique armoire that she moved from her childhood home in France to Shell Cottage. To curve the “baby fever”, she works as a nanny. Sometimes the children stay in her home ( say if their parents travel for work ), but usually the case is that she’s needed only for a few hours in the early mornings or late afternoons, although she has made herself readily available. ✏️ She has learned patience through being Bill’s wife. His job requires that he travels, and in these instances, Fleur stays at the Burrow ( or she apparates home to France ). ✏️ Futuristic Headcanon: Her oldest daughter, Victoire, contrary to popular belief, was named after her dear friend, Victor Krum. Fleur and Viktor remained friends after the Triwizard Tournament. After her engagement announcement, they reunited to have drinks, and a skunk drunk Fleur promised that she would name her first-born child after him ( as he is literally her oldest friend [ their friendship spans before the Triwizard Tournament ━ fight me ] ) and she kept this promise. Victoire is spelled without a ‘K’ to give Fleur another reason to harmlessly tease Uncle Vik.