A/N: Heyy, Ho! You all good? Coz I'm all good, I hope you're all ready to get your Fleurmione fic on, because here is another chapter! Please do enjoy, more cuteness I hope you don't mind. :D

Katerina: Really? Aww thank you, you seriously don't know how happy I was to read that, maybe you'll be smiling the whole of this chapter too. :]

thekeeer21: Haha, I know how you feel, I think their all kinds of adorable too. :] Hmm, well I might show them when their older... I'm just joking, of course I will, I don't want to bore anyone by just writing when their young, lol.

Chipmunk: Hmm, thats a good idea actually, and it definitely got me thinking, but well, you shall see I suppose, hehe. But your right, that tree thing could be important to the plot, who knows. *Shrugs.* :]

AwesomeKrys1993: Yay! I'm glad you like it, will you think the same about this chapter too?

Zelda's Hero: Yeah can't seem to be getting Fleurmione story ideas out of my head me, but when i thought of this one i thought i'd give a go and see how it went, I'm so glad with everyone's response though and it made me smile knowing that you like this too. :] I hope you like this chapter too.

She Comes Back to Me (In Gold and Yellow)

Chapter Three – Time and Space

It is eerily quiet, Hermione finds, sitting their in Fleur's family cabin, her room filled with darkness as the night time sets in. Fleur only has one window in her bedroom, its small and the latch on it has to be banged with a push to get it to open but Hermione still finds she loves it. It is in her best friend's room, anything to do with the blonde haired girl sitting in front of her, she'll love regardless. Hermione has come to realise that now, after another week spent in her company.

Hermione never thought she would ever be the type to actually enjoy being in someone's company, for a child of her age she tends to stay away from other children, she isn't the socialising sort. Her parents had come to accept that about her a long time ago, after spending many a time trying to encourage the little girl into making friends, Hermione would always turn the other cheek and bring out her science books instead.

They entertained her more than squirmy little children ever could.

So to say that her parents were surprised, the first time she brought her little friend over to their tent to stay for the night, is certainly an understatement.

But Hermione will never forget the look on their faces when they would watch Hermione watching Fleur – Hermione seems to be doing that a lot recently – as she would follow in the older girl's footsteps, always being one-step ahead of her in her plans for the day, she would always see the look in her mother's eyes.

It was like she had grown that slight twinkle, in the corner of her eyes, and that twinkle would only get brighter each time Hermione would call out to her parents that she and Fleur would be venturing out to the woods for the day – her mother not even worrying whenever she would, for she knew that she would always come back home safe and sound, not always clean though.

Hermione couldn't help it if Fleur liked to be adventurous and bold. Fleur would constantly wear freshly cleaned clothes, only to return back to her parents with mud stains covering her precious summertime dress. Neither of their parents seemed to mind, though. She supposed it was because they just grew used to it, just like they grew used to Hermione always being with Fleur, and Fleur never leaving the younger girls side. The two were stuck together, like Velcro.

Hermione never ever wanted to be ripped from her side; she feared the sound it would make. She feared the pain.

The two girls had now come to an arrangement (something they had only come up with a while ago) where they would take it in turns to sleep round each others place.

Tonight was Fleur's night.

Hermione loved Fleur's night best, she loved going to the Delacour's cabin, there was always something going on in there. Unlike her family's tent, where most of the time it would end up just being Fleur and her, seeing as her parents liked to go out and sightsee or hike up the many hills that were around the campsite. Hermione never complained about that though, she enjoyed moments when it was just Fleur and her.

But she also enjoyed moments where she would play with Gabrielle too and watch as the sisters had another one of their many bickers over who gets to watch what on the television screen – for a two year-old Gabrielle could be quiet stubborn.

Or moments where she would watch Missus Delacour cook up another one of her famous family recipes for dinner that night as Hermione sat there, watching her chop up vegetables with such speed and precision.

Or even moments with Mister Delacour who would forever be sitting on their lounge chair in their, quaint, living-room, trying to make sense of the British television shows he was made to watch each day.

Hermione enjoyed everything to do with the Delacour's, they were such a kind and friendly family Hermione would always find herself never wanting to leave the next day. Just like she knew she would feel tomorrow too.

She didn't know what it was, their just seemed to be something about them, something about this place, this small, brown cabin with few windows – making the place ten times hotter than it actually was outside – that just made Hermione smile every time she stepped inside. Maybe it's the little things, like the photos that they'd added on tabletops and workplaces, or the many toys Gabrielle would have lying around the floor here and there. All of it just seemed to make this small, dark, everyday cabin, into a home and Hermione could never seem to get enough of the place.

Just like Hermione couldn't seem to get enough of the little girl sitting in front of her, on her hard – yet still plush – bed by the wooden wall. Fleur was facing Hermione, who chose to sit at the head of the bed by the pillows, whereas Fleur chose to sit at the end of the bed by the window, both sitting with their legs crossed and hands on their thighs.

Well, that was how it had started off anyway, after a little while it wasn't long before Fleur began to chatter away again, like Hermione had come to find she would often do, with that pure French accent floating out of her heart-shaped lips.

Hermione loved to stare at them, in wonder, the way they seemed to move with each word she spoke, so effortlessly, it amazed Hermione each time. She still remembered the feel of those lips upon her cheeks, the way they had landed their so quickly, but seemed to have moulded onto her skin the second they touched. Hermione would never forget that kiss.

It is still her best kiss-on-the-cheek yet.

Hermione was simply sitting there, watching as her friend began to spill out words that she had never heard before, but yet she could still understand. Hermione could understand certain words that Fleur was saying, like 'stars' and 'planets' from the previous times she had said them and explained it to her. So Hermione gets the general idea of what is being said.

She knows that when Fleur points up to the starry night sky, her eyes as wide as saucers and her mouth moving a mile a minute, Hermione knows that the concept of time and space seems to amaze the girl sitting in front of her.

The girl amazes her.

To Hermione, she is her Time and Space.

To Hermione she could sit there and watch her talk and talk and talk all night long. She knows she could do this because to Hermione she doesn't need to know her exact words – although she craves to know every word she ever says, she craves it like she craves ice-cream flavoured bubblegum; desperately – just the art of watching her talk, watching her say those precious words that only Fleur's ears could understand, is enough for Hermione. She could just sit there and listen to the way she speaks all night, every night.

Hermione craves that so much more than she'll ever crave anything, even ice-cream flavoured bubblegum.

Fleur with her blonde hair glowing in the moonlight, her blue eyes now a shade darker in the night and her long, white night gown covering her pale skin, being able to look at her and just simply watch is probably the best thing Hermione could ever do with her life. That's how she feels anyway.

To Hermione, Fleur out beats the shining stars in the pitch black sky. To Hermione, Fleur is out of this world. She simply has to be, for how can anyone be that perfect, that beautiful, prettier than any princess she has ever come across on screen, how can she possibly be from this world.

To Hermione, Fleur is a world of her own, and oh how she longs to be there. Hermione would give anything to be able to step into Fleur's shining world, filled with twinkling stars and bright planets from a whole other galaxy than her own.

Hermione would give anything to be there, every night and every day.

She thinks that would definitely be the greatest thing she could ever do with her life; to be a part of Fleur's world.

And it's from there, at that exact moment that Hermione has decided. She never wants to let her go.

They'll be stuck with each other, together forever, their even stronger than Velcro now.

Hermione will be in Fleur's world, she knows it. She can feel it. And when she is, when she is she'll look up into the night sky and instead of seeing twinkling, glittering stars, all she'll ever see are Fleur's bright blue eyes staring straight down at her.

She'll be all of Fleur's because Fleur will be all of hers, and they'll figure out time and space; together. Hermione just knows it.

And with that thought Hermione decides to interrupt Fleur's eager chattering about the constellations and pretty stars – well, she guesses that's what she was saying anyway – and begins to crawl towards her, on all fours.

Hermione can never seem to wash that happy smile away, it's like it has now been engraved onto her freckled face. She's always smiling now.

She doesn't stop, either, not until she is fully face to face with her best friend and she sits back to her previous position, scooting just a bit closer to the other girl until their knees are just out of reach. She smiles up at Fleur's bright blue eyes and she can't help the little giggle that leaves her when she sees Fleur smile back just as wide.

Hermione still thinks she has the prettiest smile.

Hermione begins to lift her right hand up into the air, before Fleur can begin to say anything in that melodic voice of hers and distract her. Hermione sticks out her pointer finger and keeps her eyes on Fleur the whole time; her hand begins to move up and down, swirling here and there into the air as she spells out a word between their two bodies.

'Hi.' Hermione mouths out the word as she spells it and she can feel Fleur's eyes follow the movement of her lips as they move up and down, the same rhythm as her hand.

When she is done she gives Fleur a small wave of her hand, instantly, and her eyes sparkle at the way Fleur's nose crinkles at the side when she chuckles, her body moving backwards slightly with her laugh. Hermione lets out a breath of a giggle too.

She loves quiet moments like these the most, Hermione realises. As much as she enjoys being with the other Delacour's and surrounding herself with their slightly strange ways, Hermione could never beat the moments she spends with Fleur.

Just Fleur and she, sitting side by side or in front of each other – like they are now – and simply spelling out their words, as they teach each other the language of their mother tongue.

Hermione thinks that out of all the things that happen out there in space and the galaxy, with all the atoms and neutrons creating life-forms and a whole world. She thinks that being here, in this moment, watching as her best friend does the same thing and begins to spell out her words into the darkness of her room, writing out 'Salute' and watching as her mouth too speaks out the word she is writing, Hermione thinks that this right here, this out beats all of that.

Fleur out beats the whole of space and the world, for she is a whole other world of her own.

Hermione doesn't mind one bit when they begin to only speak to one another through written words that disappear into the sky, through small movements of lips as they mouth out each word and through their eyes that can only seem to do one thing; stare and stare and stare.

Hermione has the Best Friend Ever, she thinks.

A/N: So, just to let you all know, this fic Will show the girls when they are older, it's not going to be fully when they are young, so I hope you haven't gotten bored of it or anything, please just give it a chance and I promise you all of this is definitely needed - otherwise I wouldnt have written it, lol.

So with that said, I hope you liked this chapter, Please review and let me know what you all thought, it would make my day. :]

- Y. A. M. L.