Harry Potter One Shots And Imagines II

Fleur Delacour- Popcorn (a)

Fleur lay, sprawled out across the sofa, the large bowl of salted popcorn sat cupped in her arms as she threw bits into her mouth with the other hand.

"Do you mind moving over a bit?" You stood over her. "It's just, I would also like to be able to sit down whilst we watch the film?"

"Uumm." She tapped her chin. "Non." She giggled to herself, spilling some of the popcorn onto the floor. "You know, it is kind of useful having a muggle for a boyfriend/girlfriend, I might have never got to see Star Wars otherwise."

"Yeah..." you replied nodding "...I think you will like it actually. It is quite useful having a witch for a girlfriend, when they don't take up the whole sofa. Now... can I sit down so I can watch or am I standing for today's viewing experience?"

"Non, you will stand today, I am comfortable now." She smiled and spread herself out further, for somebody

"Okay then... I guess I will have to move you out of the way myself." Her eyes widened and a big smile appeared. You dove over the arm of the sofa and grabbed the bottom of her legs, Fleur laughed maniacally, clutching at her stomach as popcorn flew over the whole room, she was laughing too hard to say anything but she tried anyway. She mouthed 'non...non...' but no sounds came out except laughter. You dragged her off of the sofa and pushed her onto the heavily cushioned floor, she was still laughing uncontrollably but now only wheezes came out as she rolled around the floor, the now empty popcorn bowl sat upside down on the floor.

"Wow..." you said.

"What... what...?" She replied through gasps of breath, managing to contain the laugh, but with small outbursts still happening once every few seconds. She grabbed a tissue out of her pocket and wiped at her eyes. "Oh... my jaw hurts so much, I hate it when you do that, you know how much it makes me laugh."

"You are so damn cute..." She blushed and tried to cover it with a cushion that had a print of a silver kitten on it, by throwing It onto her face as she rubbed her jaw and held onto her belly "...you even laugh with a French accent."

"Well..." a smile still sat on her face "...I am not going to laugh with a German accent am I."

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Written by Aaron.

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