" You are mine and I am yours, that is without a doubt."
This is the love story of Athena Minerva Ashryver and Fleur Isabelle Delacour. How a student of Hogwarts and a student of Beauxbatons were properly introduced after not knowing they crossed p...
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Desert
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Friday, 25th November 1994
Athena had been up since the first task ended, finishing up work. But, right now, the way she sits asserts dominance. Legs crossed, one arm resting on the arm of the chair and the other rubbing her forehead with her elbow on the arm of the chair, back pressed against the chair and hair in a neat bun as she figures out her assignments and schedule. Athena had cancelled their joint practice, seeing that the two Champions on their teams needed their deserving rest.
Athena heard some shuffling on her bed; she turned her chair only to find Fleur fast asleep with her pillow in her arms. Athena smiled like an idiot as she turned back to her work. Since she finished with her Quidditch schedule was done, she continued with her Head Girl schedule while remembering the letter Marlene wrote to her.
According to Juliette, the Deatheaters are coming out of their shadows, rumours that the Dark Lord is back because the Dark Mark—had been calling.
"Ma Chérie," Fleur called out, and Athena ignored her as Athena didn't hear her and was too busy with her work to notice. Fleur sat up as she stretched, eyeing Athena. Fleur softly called out for the Gryffindor again and didn't receive a single response. Finally, Fleur walked over to Athena and slid her hands from Athena's back to her shoulders.
Athena shivers in her chair and relaxes her tensed muscles.
She loves Fleur's touches, especially when she does that.
"You said you would go to bed after finishing your homework," Fleur whispered.
"I know, but I am almost done with this," Fleur grunted in disapproval as she uncrossed Athena's legs and straddled her. Athena protested and tried to fight with Fleur, "Frenchy, come on. I will go to bed soon."
Fleur shuts her up with a needy kiss as her hands untied Athena's bun, "I put a dragon to sleep a couple of hours ago, and you congratulated me and then left to celebrate the win with Harry. I understand, but right now, I am in your bed. You couldn't join me?"
Before Athena could say anything, Fleur smashed her lips against Athena's lips, those soft kissable plump lips. Fleur gripped Athena's chin, opening her mouth so that she could slip her tongue inside. Athena didn't protest and was at Fleur's mercy; that dominance Athena had a few days ago was long gone.
"Fleur—" Athena managed out as Fleur ran her hand through her hair and her hand held her jaw, keeping her face in front of her. Fleur furrowed her eyebrows as Athena somehow escaped her grasp. "—I need to finish this. Please? You can stay here, straddling me because you know I love it."
"Tsk," Fleur took a deep breath, leaning against Athena's forehead. Athena forgets to care for herself, like how she cared for the people around her. Her family and close friends always stepped in to help take care of Athena. Fleur was worried about Athena's well-being, more so she could throw the Tournament away just to take care of Athena. Because the last time Athena overworked herself, Fleur was the one to find her passed out on the floor. "The moment you finish that, I am dragging your ass back to bed."
