Fleur's sudden movement startled Eira. Before she could react, Fleur had leapt onto her, pinning her gently but firmly to the soft grass. Her eyes blazed with a mix of playful anger and earnest emotion, and her lips quirked in a mischievous smile.
"Why did you torment me like that?" Fleur demanded, her hands brushing lightly over Eira's breasts as she held her down. "Do you know how it felt, imagining not seeing you for an entire year? Just thinking about it… it made me ache."
Eira laughed, squirming slightly under Fleur's determined weight. "Sorry, sorry! I… I just wanted to enjoy this place with you, that's all. I didn't mean to scare you!"
Fleur leaned closer, her face hovering just inches from Eira's. Their breaths mingled, warm and uneven, hearts racing in tandem. "Never ever scare me like that," she whispered, voice low and serious, though her eyes twinkled with playful challenge. "Do you understand?"
"I understand," Eira breathed, trying to hide her smile. "I promise, I won't… well, not on purpose."
Fleur smirked, tilting her head. "Hmm. You know, you should be careful. Because when you scare me, I… might just have to teach you a lesson."
Eira felt a shiver run through her, half from amusement, half from the closeness of Fleur's body and the intensity in her gaze. "Oh? And what kind of lesson would that be?" she asked, her voice soft, teasing.
Fleur's hands rested gently on Eira's chest, her fingers brushing and pinching her chest, and her lips curved into a slow, mischievous grin. "A lesson in paying attention to me," she whispered, leaning even closer. Their foreheads nearly touched, breaths mingling again. "I'll make sure you never forget this sensation."
Eira laughed, a little breathless, and reached up to cup Fleur's cheek, fingers brushing through her hair. "I… I think I'd like that lesson," she admitted, cheeks warming at how vulnerable and close they were.
Fleur's eyes softened, her playful anger giving way to something tender, almost vulnerable. She brushed a stray strand of hair from Eira's face, and the tips of their noses touched. "You can make me laugh, make me angry… but never scare me like that again, understand?"
"I understand," Eira whispered, a shy smile curving her lips.
Fleur leaned even closer, their lips nearly brushing—so close that Eira could feel the warmth of her breath on her own. The moment stretched, charged and sweet, a delicate promise of the love they shared. Eira pulled to herself down just slightly, and their lips touched each other's and they started kissing each other tenderly as they enjoyed each other with love and intimacy, then Fleur whispered to her . "You're lucky this is our secret spot," she said as she kissed her lips again, "or else I might not be so forgiving."
Eira grinned, reaching up to hold Fleur's hand in both of hers. "Lucky us," she murmured, letting herself sink into the closeness and kisses, hearts beating fast together in the quiet magic of Val Enchanté.
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Hours later.
The morning in Val Enchanté had grown warm, the mist from the waterfall sparkling like scattered diamonds in the sunlight. Eira and Fleur remained close, their earlier teasing having given way to a softer, tender intimacy. Their foreheads rested together, breaths mingling, hearts still racing from the closeness of their lips and kisses they shared.
Fleur tilted her head, brushing a strand of hair from Eira's face. Eira smiled, reaching up to tuck it behind her ear. They leaned closer, and their lips met in a gentle kiss, soft and lingering, a quiet promise of the affection and trust between them.
Suddenly, a sharp cry split the calm—the unmistakable sound of a hawk. Both girls startled. Fleur looked up, eyes wide, as Eira instinctively lifted herself from Fleur's embrace.
There, gliding gracefully above the valley, was a large, noble hawk. Its plumage gleamed in the sunlight, and around its leg was tied a small, rolled-up letter. Eira's heart quickened. This was no ordinary bird—it was one of the White family's specially trained hawks, capable of flying faster and farther than even the most reliable owl.
Eira rose to her feet, moving toward the bird as it landed lightly on a nearby rock. She unwrapped the letter, heart pounding, and recognized the precise, elegant handwriting immediately. It was from Emma, her trusted assistant.
The hawk let out a low, soft cry and then took off again, soaring into the sky with graceful power, leaving Eira holding the letter.
"What is it?" Fleur asked, tilting her head curiously.
Eira glanced down at the parchment. "I don't know yet… it's a letter from Emma."
She carefully broke the seal and unfurled the message. The words, written in Emma's precise hand, filled the page:
{"My lady, I hope this letter reaches you safely. I returned to Britain two days ago and had a meeting with the Minister. Yesterday, I received very crucial information regarding Sirius Black. Apparently, he was captured at Hogwarts while attempting to attack three students. Among them was your friend, Hermione Granger. Thankfully, all students were unharmed.
Once Sirius Black was caught, he was immediately taken to the Ministry of Magic. Although Minister Fudge attempted to secure a Dementor's Kiss for execution, several Wizengot members were present, and Dumbledore himself opposed it. The decision was made to take him directly to the Ministry. Next week, a hearing will be held in court, and all pure-blood families are invited to participate. Since your family is a member of the Wizengamot court, your presence will be required at the hearing.
With my highest regards, Emma Bloom."
Fleur blinked, watching Eira as she was hugging her like a Koala 🐨. "So… what is it? At this hour?"
Eira looked at Fleur, her expression a mix of amazement and surprise . "It seems our fugitive—Sirius Black—has been captured. There will be a hearing in Britain next week, and I am required to attend."
Fleur's eyes widened with intrigue. "Oh… so they caught that Dark wizard?"
"Yes," Eira confirmed. "He's captured, and apparently the Ministry will conduct the hearing. I have to go."
Fleur's excitement mingled with curiosity. "Really? I wish I could go with you."
Eira smiled warmly, hugging her tightly. "Of course, if you want to, I'll take you. Like last time, we'll travel together from here to Britain."
Fleur's face brightened. "Yes! I'll go. I'll just tell my parents and—yes! We'll go together."
Eira laughed softly, squeezing her body to her's. Fleur, unable to contain her joy, leaned forward and stole a quick, impulsive kiss, catching Eira by surprise. Her lips lingered just long enough to leave warmth and a playful spark.
"Now," Fleur said with a grin, her hand tightening around Eira's neck, "let's go pack. It's already eleven, and the farewell lunch ceremony at the Star Hall will begin soon. Our final gathering for the year… we can't miss it."
Eira nodded, her heart still racing from the rush of affection and the news she carried. She allowed Fleur to lead her gently, fingers intertwined, back along the familiar paths of Beauxbâtons.