" 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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Saturday, 18th February 1995
Athena's stupidly loud rang, and Athena groaned in annoyance, nuzzling into Fleur's neck. Fleur inhaled deeply as she shut the alarm with a wave of her hand, tightening her hold on Athena. Fleur wanted to fall asleep but checked the time because she had a quidditch today.
The three schools may have forgotten that champions could only compete in two matches. [actually, I did, lmao]
Athena forgot about it, but the reason why Harry hasn't played any games was that he, for some reason, is always injured.
So the headmasters decided to let the champions play as they saw fit.
And being the arrogant shit she is, she decided to play all the matches.
"I have to get up," Fleur croaked; she rubbed her face while Athena gave her a disapproval grunt and closed the space impossibly closer. Fleur smiled tirelessly as she kissed Athena's hair. She could never get sick of Athena's orangey smell. "I have to go for the warm-up. I have a match, ma Chérie."
"You don't have to go for warm-up; just go for the match," Athena stated as she held Fleur tighter.
"You know I can't do that," Fleur whispered against her hair.
"Then be late. I don't care. You'll stay in bed longer." Athena demanded, face still nuzzled in the crook of her neck and a crease forming on her eyebrows.
"Baby."
"Take care of your wife."
Fleur sighed in defeat as she lay in bed with Athena tightly wrapped in her warmth. The Veela didn't want to leave either. She was so comfortable. Their legs tangled, blonde and brunette hair messily spread out on the pillows, and arms wrapped tightly around each other's bodies. Let's not forget the last part; Athena is nuzzled deep into her neck; her breathing and lips can be felt on her skin.
A couple of minutes late to the warm-up would be fine.
Fleur ended up being half an hour late to their one-hour warm-up session.
"Did my dear sister keep you in bed?" Damon teased as he poked Fleur's forehead. Fleur scowled at him and tried to whack him off his broom. "Oi! I'm still older than you!"
"And that didn't stop any of us," Fleur barked back as she tried to whack him before giving up. "She was in a clingy mood. Prepare to lose, brother-in-law."
"Hm, how bout no? Sister-in-law. Sure your seeker is better than my cousin, but my chasers and I are amazing." Damon bragged with a raised eyebrow and a smirk on his face.
"And we are superb." Fleur chuckled with absolute confidence.
"You arrogant ass." Damon scoffed, rolling his eyes.
