The Colour of Your Thrall

Summary:

If someone had told Hermione a few years ago that she would be alone for Christmas, she wouldn’t have believed it. But Ron and her had just broken up so the Burrow was out of the question, and her parents were in Australia, their memories lost.

“Come with me.”

Hermione quickly turned her head towards Fleur, her brows furrowed. “What?”

“To France. For Christmas. I’m inviting you.”

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Or, the person Hermione is pining on invites her for Christmas with her family. Shenanigans ensue. ***

no

help

i didnt sign up for this

and then i realize that emma watson loves fashion shows and clemence is a model and they’ve even attended one together noW IM PANICKING I DIDNT MEAN TO WHAT HAVE I DONE

*throws fic into incinerator* 

CLEMENCE POESY YOURE NOT HELPING

YOUVE KISSED TWO GIRLS ON SCREEN AND NEITHER OF THEM ARE EMMA WATSON WHY AM I ANGRY AT THIS WHY I SHOULDNT BE BUT I AM

- Fleurmione