Between Spells and Feelings (фемслэш)

— “So?” — Hermione asked. Her tone was calm, but beneath it, Fleur’s Veela sensed a painful curiosity.
The silence that followed was crushing. The cheering beyond the walls became a dull roar, distant and meaningless.
Hermione sighed. With a flick of her wand, she cast Quietus. Instantly, the noise outside vanished. The bathroom fell into unnatural stillness.
— “Delacour.”
Fleur had always loved how her name sounded in Hermione’s voice. But not like this. Not now.
— “Have some shame. And the courage to tell me exactly how long you’ve known we’re soulmates — and when, precisely, you planned to share that little detail.”