Unexpected

Chapter Seventy Five: Reason

"You take the bed." Harry suggested, motioning towards it.

Fleur rolled her eyes. "Don't be stupid. Is sharing a bed with your boyfriend a sin?" She demanded, raising an eyebrow. "It isn't like we're going to do something, anyways." She added, winking.

Harry blushed. "I thought you-er-wouldn't be comfortable with it." He admitted, closing their bedroom door.

"Not comfortable with what? Sharing a bed with you?" Fleur demanded, chucking. "Of course I'll be comfortable with it Harry, I trust you." She said, walking forwards and sitting on the bed. 

"I don't know, I've never shared a bed with a girl before." Harry admitted, settling down next to her. "I've never had a girlfriend before, you see."

Fleur laughed her bell like laugh. "Me neither," She admitted, before adding hastily, "I mean, I've never had a boyfriend before. Of course I don't date girls. I've shared my bed with me sister, though."

The two of them sat in comfortable silence for a moment, before Harry decided to break it. "Fleur?" He asked, waiting for her 'hmm', before continuing. "How was it like to have a little sister?"

Fleur froze, shocked. "Like, a little sibling?" She asked, clearly surprised.

Harry nodded. "Yeah, I don't have brothers and sisters, you know. I mean yes, Ron is somewhat a brother. Hermione's like a sister. But what is it to have a real brother or sister? Do you fight, do you love each other?" He asked, having no idea where these questions were coming from.

Fleur took in a deep breath, before letting it go. "Yes," She spoke finally, looking at Harry with a small smile playing across her face. "Yes you fight and yes, you love each other. To be honest, its good to have a sibling. You then have someone like you. Someone who you can take care of and someone who takes care of you. Its a really precious bond, Harry. Very few are lucky enough to have it till they die."

"You also had a sister." Harry spoke softly, his heart aching as he realized how it must have felt like to lose someone so close to yourself.

Fleur's smile turned sad. "Yes. Yes, I had a sister. I still do." She spoke firmly, sounding a lot older then she really was. "I don't know where she is. I don't know who brought her up. But I do know that wherever she is, she's doing good. She knows how to survive."

Harry reached forwards to place a hand on her shoulder. "I'm sure she's healthy and good." He spoke softly, offering Fleur a small smile.

When she turned around to look at him, Harry's girlfriend had tears falling across her cheek. "I miss her so much, Harry. I feel like I've done some crime. Like I should've done something the night when he came." She spat out 'he' like it was mud. "I could've done something, anything. Then-then mum would've been alive, my sister would've been with me!"

Harry cupped Fleur's face, kissing the tear's away. "Trust me Fleur, I know that feeling. When Siri-when my godfather died, I felt the same way. I felt as though I should've done something, anything to prevent it. I blamed myself for my parents death. I blamed myself for my godfather's death. But you know what? I now understand that it wasn't my fault. Everything has a reason behind it. Everything is done for a reason. You can't change some stuff. You have to let them happen. Nobody's perfect, Fleur. Not even me." 

Fleur looked at him evenly, an unsure look crossing across her face. "You really believe that?" She asked, tilting her head.

Harry nodded.

"With all my heart." He said, leaning forwards to kiss her.