Strawberry Fields {h.s}

three

Harry had shown up again at the strawberry field, which surprised Belle to say the least. As he walked up the hill like he had yesterday, she wondered if he would remember her, and she desperately hoped he would walk over to her for assistance rather than another employee. Her heart thumped in her chest and she hated how her cheeks were becoming pink as well, she had only met him once and he was already flushed around him, how pathetic.

Harry could see her from where he stood, walking on the hill. He was hoping she would be the one to help him today, not someone else. He watched her closely as he walked up to the counter, her eyes as big as ever and he smiled, relieved a bit when she smiled at him, maybe she did remember.

"Hello again." She said, her cheeks bunching up as she smiled genuinely. Harry felt his heart beat faster as he looked in her eyes, they were hazel, he thought to himself, making a mental note to remember that next time.

"Hi." Harry smiled back, not really sure what to say because he still had plenty of strawberries from yesterday and he feared she would ask him if he needed more, because there was no way he would be able to say no to her.

"Came back for some more strawberries?" She asked. Came back for more of you, Harry thought but quickly shook it away, not wanting to come off as weird even though he said that in his head.

"Yes I did-"

"Bellerose, on besoin de plus de pâtisseries de l'étable, pensez-vous que vous pouvez aller les chercher?" One of her coworkers says to her, she seemed frazzled and distressed, someone had probably asked for more pies, she thought. Harry tried to ignore the way her name sounded when pronounced in French. Bellerose, of course that was her name, it suited her almost too well. He thought to ask her, her name later because he didn't want to seem creepy like he just heard that.

"Oui, juste une seconde." She said, turning around to smile at her worker. There it was, her French accent. It made Harry weak in the knees and he so desperately wished he knew French now so that he could speak to her in it, and listen to her talk about strawberries forever.

"Want to see the bakery?" She asked with a devilish smile on her face. Harry nodded his head, not saying a word because to be honest he was still in awe from hearing her name. Belle motioned for Harry to follow her and she was relieved he had said yes, the bakery was quite a long walk when by yourself from the main concession stand of the strawberry field. At least a good hundred feet, she always wondered why it was situated so far away but she never whined, figured it wouldn't change anything.

Harry walked alongside of her and wondered who was going to talk first, they had a little walk ahead of them and he thought about asking for her name.

"I never asked for your name yesterday." Harry finally said, feeling a weight being lifted off of his shoulders. She turned to smile at him, liking the fact that he had remembered her from yesterday and wanted to know her name.

"Bellerose." She smiled, she seemed to be all smiles today, like almost everyday, but when he showed up again it just made it ten times better.

"Bellerose," he said, testing it out for himself and trying to say it in a French accent which made her laugh, "that's French for 'beautiful flower, right?" Belle's cheeks heated up and she nodded her head.

"Yeah, but just call me Belle. What's your name English man?" She laughed, making Harry roll his eyes and laugh as well.

"Harry, which just means Harry, nothing fancy." She nodded her head, liking his name very much, it suited him well with all that hair on his head. They went quiet again and Harry wanted to keep hearing her talk, wondering what he could ask her.