In every moment, every timeline and every alternate universe, Fleur and Hermione are a fixed point. No matter how exhausting. Or... Fleur's a little shit and Hermione sighs a lot. Microfics.
Fleur askes Hermione a question in a way no-one expected. Herself included. A small twist on one of the moments during The Goblet of Fire. A small pre-fleurmione fluff.
Even with all of her friends at the ball, no dress and no date. Hermione finds that a certain blonde can still make this her happiest Christmas yet. Fleurmione! Fluff!
It's odd, how small mistakes and little thoughts can lead to unecessary drama. It's even more odd, how some loving words and a small kiss can diffuse.. well, just about any situation when you think about it. A lot of fluff. And a heap of Fleurmione.