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Winter Beauxbatons Ball|Fleur Delacour
Fleur Delacour Masterlist
Word Count: 510
Genre: Fluff
Pairing: Fleur Delacour x Fem!Reader
Summary: It’s time for the annual winter ball at Beauxbatons.
Warnings: Food, cold weather, crowds of people, dancing
Notes:
Reader is wearing a dress
Ngl this isn’t great
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The entirety of Beauxbatons was filled with the winter spirit.
Ice sculpting and painting contests had been held and prizes were awarded.
Even though they didn’t get heavy snow at Beauxbatons the castle was still cold.
You had changed from your lighter uniform to the one best worn in the winter.
The ballroom was especially dazzling tonight. Series of piano and violin music was played with the occasional upbeat songs.
Your feet were already sore. You don’t know how long you had been dancing, just that you loved everything about it.
The way your feet moved subconsciously to the song, the feel of Fleur's warm body pressed against yours, the way both of your gowns flowed as the two of you spinned, her hand intertwined with yours, and the way neither of your eyes left each other.
You were giggling as Fleur dipped you part way, pulling you back up so the two of you were chest to chest, the two of you spinned in circles as the violins beat began to go faster.
Letting one of yours hands release from hers you spinned her, moving your hands to rest on her waist as hers rested over your shoulders.
Her smile was bright, she could’ve made the stars jealous. Her eyes gleamed with joy as she looked at you. You smiled brightly in return.
As the song ended the two of you bowed.
“This way.” She said
Fleur was determined to learn English and since you spoke English you had been helping her.
She grabbed your hand and the two of you ran out of the ballroom giggling. Not even noticing the amount of eyes that had been following the two of you.
“Fleur, it is cold.” You said when the breeze outside hit you
“I know, but I wanted to talk to you in private.” She smiled
“About what?” You smiled back
She pulled you in with both of her hands resting on yours cheeks. She kissed you, once, twice, three times. And she pulled back.
“You are coming with me and my family on holiday, correct?” She asked
You nodded, “Of course.”
Her smile only got brighter, “I am so delighted to finally be able to introduce you to the rest of my family, and share my favorite places in France with you! Gabrielle is most excited you will be coming! She likes you, you know.” One of the reasons she loved you was from seeing you interact with her little sister.
You giggled, “I take it you have this entire trip planned out.”
Fleur smirked, “It will be very memorable, I promise you.”
“I believe you.” You said
She pulled you in for another kiss. Only pulling back when cheers were heard from inside.
“Come.” She grabbed your hand
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Your silver platters were filled with the most mouth-watering food. Your glasses filled with your drink of choice, was in your right hand. Your left was intertwined with Fleurs under the table as the two of you chatted and laughed with your friends. Excited for the holidays.
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edited 05/13/2024
edited on 10/07/2024
Cold Grounds|Fleur Delacour
Fleur Delacour Masterlist
Word Count: 2,136
Genre: Fluff | (kinda) Hurt/comfort | love confession | friends to lovers
Pairing: Fleur Delacour x Female!Reader
Summary: When you and Fleur visit Hogwarts for the Tri-Wizard tournament, feelings are revealed.
Warning(s): Anxiety, feelings of expectation.
Notes:
Reader is American and French
Reader attends Beauxbatons
Reader is Bilingual (French and English)
A lot of the information I used for Beauxbatons was found on “Hogwarts is Here” by Adelaide Dubois, the majority information is not canon
Key:
Normal means they’re speaking in French
Italic means they’re speaking in English
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It wasn’t a surprise that when you found Fleur she was surrounded by a group of people. Men and women admired and lusted for her, and you couldn’t help but share their feelings. But you could also say that your feelings stemmed from years of friendship.
Fleur's eyes lit up when they saw you. She descended quickly from the front steps of the Chateau that is Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
“Darling, it has been too long since I've last heard from you! How was the rest of your break? You must tell me everything!” Fleur looped her arm through yours, practically dragging you up the stairs.
“Boring for the most part. My family wanted to try camping while we were with my cousins in America. It didn't go too well.” You shrugged
“Tell me you didn’t camp the muggle way.” Fleur scrunched up her nose in distaste.
Your smile was enough to tell her that her fears were correct.
“I do not understand why muggles would do that for fun. From what you wrote to me in your letter, muggle camping is very...cramped..” Fleur said
You shrugged, “It can be.” You turned to look at her better, “But there are some good parts too. Maybe i’ll take you some time.”
Her eyes shone, her smile pleasant, “I would like that.”
Before you could voice your surprise, one of Fleur's roommates ran up to us, “Fleur! We must hurry, Madame Maxine has said that there will be a big announcement after dinner!” She said
Fleur looked at you with curiosity shining in her eyes, “What do you think it is?”
You shrugged once again in response.
Fleur, motivated by this new found information, dragged you up through the Chateau doors into the welcoming hall. Her group of admirers following after silently.
She kept you on her arm the entire time.
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You sat at Fleur's right hand side at one of the long banquet tables in the Grand Ballroom. Silently, trying to soak in the ambience since you were only to dine here for special occasions.
The tables looked especially beautiful, glimmering under the light and wonderful food being spread down the tables. Marble floors and glass chandeliers that illuminated the Baroque art on the ceilings.
Wooden nymphs danced around us while others chatted with the students.
The marvelous tables were only filled with appetizers and other light foods, as we waited for the first years to get back from their tour of the large grounds.
First years were to be sat among the three houses with the other first years, while all the other years could choose to sit wherever they wanted. But only for the first night. It is believed that this encourages first years to make friends with the people whom they will spend most of the year with.
Finally, the eleven year olds walked through the big doors. Many of them marveled at the sight of the Grand Ballroom. You smiled to yourself, remembering your first time seeing it.
Madame Maxine rose from the marble table littered with gold accents that sat her and the rest of the staff.
Everyone immediately went silent.
Madame Maxine stood to address the crowd, or more specifically the first years.
“Welcome! I am Madam Maxine, headmistress of Beauxbatons, the French school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Our school has housed and pampered many famous witches and wizards. Such as the magnificent Nicolas Flamel, inventor of the Sorcerers Stone.” The ballroom erupted in cheers.
After a few moments Madame Maxine lifted her hands to stop the applause, “I speak for all of my comrades and our students when I say that we hope you find the next seven years among us to be enlightening and gratifying as you all learn to take your place in our wizarding world!” More cheers erupted.
Madame Maxine took a good look at the first years before continuing her speech, “Now, don't be intimidated. For the sorting, each one of you will get an arrow with your name engraved into it. The bow is enchanted to make shooting your arrow, to be as swift as the flowing waters in our fountains.”
“Beauxbatons has three grand houses. Now your house is how we will split our great school into smaller, more manageable groups, but we greatly encourage you to make friends outside of your houses as well.” She paused, smiling at the older students before turning back to the first years. “The first house is Ombrelune. If you are to be placed in Ombrelune the arrow will erupt into the color blue. Ombrelune takes in people who are ambitious and logical.” She took a step forward, “The second house is called Papillonlisse, if you are meant for this great house your arrow will explode into a cloud of purple. Papillonlisse houses students who are mature and kind, and typically have some sort of artistic ability.” Our headmaster took a deep breath before finishing her speech, “Finally, is the house of Bellefeuille. This house is represented by the color green. This part of our school houses those who are brave and loyal. Whatever house you are placed in will be an honor. So if you do not get the house you are hoping for, know that you will still grow into the person who you are meant to be.”
The great ballroom erupted into loud cheers. Madame Maxine looked very pleased at the enthusiasm from her students.
“And one last thing, if you are colorblind, you mustn’t worry, just look on the side of the bow for the name of your house.” She waited another moment for another round of cheers.
“Now let us watch as the next generation of Beauxbatons is placed amongst our great school!” Madame Maxine shouted over the cheers.
She reached for a delicate looking pillow, laying atop was the bow all students used to sort them into their house. With a wave of her hand a magnificent chest appeared. The lock held the Beauxbatons coat of arms and the chest was made from oak wood with gold accents and diamonds and other jewels decorating it. With another wave of the headmistress's hand the chest opened revealing an overwhelming amount of arrows.
Madame Maxine reached her hand inside and picked out an arrow. She looked on the side of the arrow to read the name engraved into it.
“Eléonore Blanchard!” The tall woman bellowed out.
Everyone waited a few moments before a dark skinned girl with curly hair emerged from the crowd and walked timidly up to Madame Maxine.
The headmistress walked closer to Eléonore and patted her shoulder encouragingly, before placing the bow and arrow into the young girl's hands. The headmistress walked back over to the chest of arrows and waited patiently.
Eléonore took a breath, raised the arrow, and let it fly.
The arrow burst purple.
The students of Papillonlisse cheered for their new member.
The wood nymphs danced around Eléonore and guided her towards the table that was magically glowing purple.
She looked relieved to finally be sat down.
Madame Maxine clapped politely, then pulled out another arrow from the chest that was floating midair so that she didn’t have to bend to reach.
She examined the arrow, “Antoinette Laine!”
A girl with light red hair and fair skin scurried excitedly up to Madame Maxine.
She took the bow and arrow with confidence.
The arrow burst green.
“Bellefeuille!” Madame Maxine clapped politely.
The red head danced with the nymphs as they led her towards the table that glowed green.
When Antoinette sat, she looked over at Eléonore and grinned, waving excitedly. Eléonore smiled in return.
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After the sorting was over, the students looked expectantly at their headmistress, wondering what the secret news was.
Madame Maxine looked at her students and smiled, “I'm sure you have heard from your guardians or friends that this school year will be different from the rest. I am pleased to tell you that this year Beauxbatons will compete in the Triwizard Tournament.”
The students all turned to the students next to them beginning to talk In confused whispers.
“I am sure that the majority of you are curious as to what that is...” Madame Maxine proceeded to explain the triwizard tournament.
Many students were on the edge of their seats, clearly interested in the Triwizard tournament. Fleur was one of them, you quickly noticed.
However, when the age limit was announced many of these students deflated.
Fleur turned to you quickly, her eyes shining in excitement. You knew she was going to enter, and that made your stomach twist.
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Fleur ranted about the tournament all throughout dinner. You didn’t comment, but tried to offer encouraging smiles.
Once dinner was over, Fleur kissed you swiftly on both cheeks before rushing out. A group of girls followed after her.
You took that as your time to leave and go back to your dorm. Hoping to sleep off everything.
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Months had passed, finally you were on your way to Hogwarts. One of the other schools that Beauxbatons would be competing against. Hogwarts was to be your “home away from” for the majority of the rest of the school year.
Fleur was shaking with excitement as you walked out of the enchanted carriage.
She grabbed your hand and grinned at you.
Maybe this tournament wouldn’t be so bad.
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The second task was tomorrow. You were anxious and you weren’t even competing. Fleur insisted that she was ready but you could tell she was anxious as well.
So, you did the first thing you thought of. A walk by the Black Lake. This is where the next task would be held. You thought that maybe, seeing it before would help ease the nerves.
You were kicking yourself now.
Fleur took a good look at the lake. She turned to you, looking like she wanted to say something, then turned back towards the lake.
“What is it Fleur?” You asked patiently.
“I-Well…” You had been helping her with her English since the tournament was announced. “I’m worried I won’t perform well…”
“You’ll do good. I’ve seen you studying, practicing, working hard to represent Beauxbatons in the way it deserves.” You answered
“But what if my best isn’t great…” she mumbled, but you heard
“Your best will always be good enough, Fleur. To the people that truly care about you, it will always be good enough.” You took her hand in both of yours, urging her to believe you.
She looked at you assessingly. Finally, she whispered, “If I place..last-tomorrow, will you still care for me?” You were shocked by the question.
“Of course, Fleur, of course!” You tried to hide the fact you were a little hurt she thought you wouldn’t.
“Everyone expects me to place. I mean Hogwarts has a fourteen year old competing along with their of age student. I need to be great.” She said
“You’re a very intelligent woman, Fleur. With a heart of diamonds and a personality to match it. No matter how you perform during this tournament, that will not change.”
She looked at you for a few moments before leaning in. The hand that was not in yours caressed your cheek. She looked at you with such intensity you shivered.
“Promise me. Promise me that if I do not do well in this tournament, you will still be my friend.” She whispered, the raw emotion of fear and vulnerability in her voice as her she begged in her mother tongue.
“I promise.” You breathed out, completely consumed by the energy that is Fleur Delacour.
Her breath hitched, and she cast a glimpse at your lips, “I never really liked the cold you know.” She muttered, “I had imagined us next to Flamels fountain, not these..cold grounds. But I simply cannot wait any longer.”
You looked at her lips, your eyes so pathetically begging her to kiss you, you wouldn’t breath, you couldn’t breath, until she kissed you.
Fleur took in a breath, “Let me kiss you.” She said in a mixture of begging and demand.
You nodded softly, and she complied.
She was an excellent kisser, no surprise there. She used both of her hands to caress your face, keeping you close.
You moved your hands from your lap, one going to Fleur's face to brush away the locks of her hair, and the other going to her waist.
She pulled back after what felt like a long time, and looked at you with eyes full of love, and..
You realized with a start she had tears in her eyes.
You cupped her cheek in panic, “What is it?” You begged
“I think…I love you..” She said
Your stomach erupted with butterflies.
“I love you too, Fleur. So much!” You said in a hurry
She could only stare at you with happiness and love in her eyes.
Who knew your love would bloom on cold grounds.
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