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Title: King of Cups [2/?]
Author: Munanna
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 745
Prompts used: Person: Fleur Delacour-Weasley; Place: France; Object one: beret ; Object two: poodle; Food: baguette; Emotion: ennui; Song one: “Paris” - Elton John; Song two: “Stars Are Blind” - Paris Hilton; Quote: ‘You only find the right one once." "That many times?” - An American In Paris ; Freeform: a journey
Summary: Chapter II of King of Cups. Albus is relaxing with some friends of the family. No sex this time, guys! ;3
Warnings: None, really. Well, it's unbetaed. Sorry for this. >_>
King of Cups
Chapter II
Fleur sighed as she walked up to their house. It had been a feat in itself, to surround their house in the middle of Paris with a big garden (she remembered how many spells it had taken to cover it all up), but it had been worth it. Neither smog nor noise reached them here, and yet all the luxuries of Paris were just minutes away. Her thoughts wandered to their guest. Bill had dropped young Albus off a couple of days ago without explaining much. At first Fleur had assumed that he wanted to see Paris, but as his interest in her efforts had been lukewarm at best and she had begun to wonder about him. Was it simple boredom, or something else entirely? Why would Harry make his son journey to France? It hadn’t been Albus’ idea, that much she understood from his behavior.
Fleur cradled the four-feet baguette in her arms. It was very typically French and she wondered if it could cheer Albus up somehow. But experiencing France had obviously been a disappointment to him so far. As she came closer to the house, the faint sound of yapping reached her. Fayette? She quickened her pace and half ran up the stairs, wand at the ready. The sound of agitated voices drifted through the closed door and she found herself wishing that her cute little poodle would shut the hell up.
”But I know that’s not what you want.”
She recognized that voice. But from where? The yapping sound drowned out the answer, or possibly the second person (Albus, she realized) just didn’t stand as close to the door as the first person. At any rate, she couldn’t hear the answer. The first person laughed. Not a nice laugh at all, in Fleur’s opinion.
”Maybe I’m perfect for you.” Steps getting closer to the door, a little weight on the door handle. Fleur straightened herself up. ”Fine. I’m leaving.” And then the door opened and a blond young man nearly walked right into her. He blinked and stared at her. Fleur smiled politely and mentally sifted through her many acquaintances to place the high cheek bones, pointed nose and silvery, slightly slanted eyes.
”Good evening,” she said pleasantly and held out her hand towards him. ”I’m Fleur. You’re Draco
Malfoy’s boy, aren’t you? It’s a pleasure to meet you.” She noticed his eyes narrow suspiciously but he offered her the same polite smile back and shook her hand.
”Likewise, I’m sure. My name is Scorpius. I was just visiting an old… friend.” The last word slid across his tongue suggestively and Fleur glanced over his shoulder. Oh my. Albus leaned against the wall, his arms crossed protectively over his chest, staring at the floor as if it held the answer to a thousand questions. He looked miserable. Fleur nodded slowly and shifted her gaze back to Scorpius.
”I’m sure he appreciated your visit.” He smirked at her dry words, but she didn’t smile back. He walked a few steps but stopped just outside the house, turned and leaned back in.
”Oh, and to answer your question: it takes ambition.” With that he inclined his head to Fleur and left the house. Fleur turned slowly to Albus and studied him more closely. His hair was disheveled as always but his cheeks were covered by a faint blush and his lips were slightly swollen. Oh. She walked into the kitchen and put her bags down on the counter. The little poodle jumped at her for attention and she patted her head briefly before telling her to be quiet.
”Would you like to talk about it?” she asked finally while unpacking the shopping bags and arranging the contents on the table. Albus blushed and shook his head without looking at her.
”No,” he said quietly. ”I’d rather not.” She nodded and held out a small bag for him. He took it and looked inside. She grinned as he fished out the beret and tried it on.
”You look adorable,” she said brightly and he grinned back, still a bit shy. ”There’s a mirror in your room if you’d like to see for yourself.” As he turned to leave she cleared her throat. "You only find the right one once," she said. ”That’s all I’m going to say about it.”
”That many times?” Albus muttered and left the room quickly. Fleur watched him leave with a heavy heart. Poor boy.
Author: Munanna
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 745
Prompts used: Person: Fleur Delacour-Weasley; Place: France; Object one: beret ; Object two: poodle; Food: baguette; Emotion: ennui; Song one: “Paris” - Elton John; Song two: “Stars Are Blind” - Paris Hilton; Quote: ‘You only find the right one once." "That many times?” - An American In Paris ; Freeform: a journey
Summary: Chapter II of King of Cups. Albus is relaxing with some friends of the family. No sex this time, guys! ;3
Warnings: None, really. Well, it's unbetaed. Sorry for this. >_>
King of Cups
Chapter II
Fleur sighed as she walked up to their house. It had been a feat in itself, to surround their house in the middle of Paris with a big garden (she remembered how many spells it had taken to cover it all up), but it had been worth it. Neither smog nor noise reached them here, and yet all the luxuries of Paris were just minutes away. Her thoughts wandered to their guest. Bill had dropped young Albus off a couple of days ago without explaining much. At first Fleur had assumed that he wanted to see Paris, but as his interest in her efforts had been lukewarm at best and she had begun to wonder about him. Was it simple boredom, or something else entirely? Why would Harry make his son journey to France? It hadn’t been Albus’ idea, that much she understood from his behavior.
Fleur cradled the four-feet baguette in her arms. It was very typically French and she wondered if it could cheer Albus up somehow. But experiencing France had obviously been a disappointment to him so far. As she came closer to the house, the faint sound of yapping reached her. Fayette? She quickened her pace and half ran up the stairs, wand at the ready. The sound of agitated voices drifted through the closed door and she found herself wishing that her cute little poodle would shut the hell up.
”But I know that’s not what you want.”
She recognized that voice. But from where? The yapping sound drowned out the answer, or possibly the second person (Albus, she realized) just didn’t stand as close to the door as the first person. At any rate, she couldn’t hear the answer. The first person laughed. Not a nice laugh at all, in Fleur’s opinion.
”Maybe I’m perfect for you.” Steps getting closer to the door, a little weight on the door handle. Fleur straightened herself up. ”Fine. I’m leaving.” And then the door opened and a blond young man nearly walked right into her. He blinked and stared at her. Fleur smiled politely and mentally sifted through her many acquaintances to place the high cheek bones, pointed nose and silvery, slightly slanted eyes.
”Good evening,” she said pleasantly and held out her hand towards him. ”I’m Fleur. You’re Draco
Malfoy’s boy, aren’t you? It’s a pleasure to meet you.” She noticed his eyes narrow suspiciously but he offered her the same polite smile back and shook her hand.
”Likewise, I’m sure. My name is Scorpius. I was just visiting an old… friend.” The last word slid across his tongue suggestively and Fleur glanced over his shoulder. Oh my. Albus leaned against the wall, his arms crossed protectively over his chest, staring at the floor as if it held the answer to a thousand questions. He looked miserable. Fleur nodded slowly and shifted her gaze back to Scorpius.
”I’m sure he appreciated your visit.” He smirked at her dry words, but she didn’t smile back. He walked a few steps but stopped just outside the house, turned and leaned back in.
”Oh, and to answer your question: it takes ambition.” With that he inclined his head to Fleur and left the house. Fleur turned slowly to Albus and studied him more closely. His hair was disheveled as always but his cheeks were covered by a faint blush and his lips were slightly swollen. Oh. She walked into the kitchen and put her bags down on the counter. The little poodle jumped at her for attention and she patted her head briefly before telling her to be quiet.
”Would you like to talk about it?” she asked finally while unpacking the shopping bags and arranging the contents on the table. Albus blushed and shook his head without looking at her.
”No,” he said quietly. ”I’d rather not.” She nodded and held out a small bag for him. He took it and looked inside. She grinned as he fished out the beret and tried it on.
”You look adorable,” she said brightly and he grinned back, still a bit shy. ”There’s a mirror in your room if you’d like to see for yourself.” As he turned to leave she cleared her throat. "You only find the right one once," she said. ”That’s all I’m going to say about it.”
”That many times?” Albus muttered and left the room quickly. Fleur watched him leave with a heavy heart. Poor boy.