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"Aesthete"

a person who is appreciative of and sensitive to art and beauty.

18 January 1997

"When's the match?"

"Tomorrow morning, at 9."

"I think I can make it."

"Darling, you can't even wake up on time to go to work sometimes, and you don't have to. It is your rest day before the duels for the day after."

Athena was slightly offended, not like her wife was wrong. She was right. Fleur laughed at her face before apologising, kissing all over her face, and purposely leaving a lipstick mark on her neck. "That hurts. I want to see you all sweaty, though."

"Oh, shut up," Fleur chuckled, fixing her shirt as they got dressed for lunch with the family. The Delacours haven't returned to France after last night's ball because they wanted to watch her match tomorrow.

"Look awfully good in my shirt."

"You have very nice silk shirts; of course, with my beauty, I will look good."

"Incredible even—lucky me."

"Yes, lucky you," Fleur whispered against her lips, no falter in her confidence. Her hands are on Athena's jaw as she tilts her head back. She knew her wife always loved her to be taller, and lucky her, she loved wearing heels. "Kiss?"

"Do you even need to ask now?"

"I don't know. What if you don't feel like kissing me?"

"If that happens, call the village because that means something is wrong with me."

Fleur laughed, her head tilted back and quickly returned her attention to her wife's lips, "I will and your lips are irresistible."

"I know," Athena managed, her next few words forgotten while she just let Fleur win their quick battle of dominance—she didn't; Fleur wins it easily. Such bottom behaviour from Athena Ashryver, the Sacred auror of France.

A knock on the door broke their sweet moment and it was Corvus's muffled voice, informing them that they needed to go for the lunch reservation.

Athena looked around the room for her coat as much as she loved the cold, the weather could freeze her nipples off. Fleur stared a little too long at her hardened nipples to convince her to wear a coat and she wore a bra too.

"Hello, brother."

"Hello, sister and sister-in-law."

Corvus laughed before pulling his sister in for the biggest hug she had in her life. Angel took a step back, seeing how her fiancé lifted his sister before hugging Fleur. They both got significantly more muscular than the first time she met them.

After all, handling dragons is not exactly as easy as catching a quaffle.

"You slipped away quite fast last night," Ava commented, smirking at Fleur's cheeky smile as well as noticing the mark on Athena's neck. Surprisingly, they shared about their sex lives quite easily and loved to spill tea about the school with one another quite a lot. The sound of their significant others' laughter is music to their ears.

"Fleur," Corvus said, turning to the Veela, arms out. "My sister has been taken care of, yes?"

"Yes. Would have been better if she didn't make enemies now and then."

"Hey, those were accidental," Athena bit back, opening her arms for Angel who to say the least is surprised at that. She laughed and gracefully went for the hug. Athena has been more open to hugging people—takes a while but she is getting better.

It is something about the Beauxbatons girls—maybe Ronald Weasley was right that day.

Because the two Ashryvers cannot remove their adoration eyes from their lovely ladies.

Olivier stalked up behind Athena and tapped her shoulder, "We have to go."

"My twin?"

"Finding his coat."

— | —

19 January 1997

"Remember!" Fleur shouted, wearing her arm guards and closed the door with her mind when she saw her teammates running out with all the excitement to meet her wife. "I know you are excited to finally meet my wife but she despises touch. You are only allowed to if she initiates it so anything else, you might be dead or I will kill you myself if you make my wife uncomfortable—even a hint of it."

"That's a little too much, no?"

"Well, if you want to die, then ignore it. My wife is the Sacred One after all."

They swallowed their next words, watching Fleur smile as she took her broom, heading out to see her wife. Their star chaser jogged to her wife the moment she caught a glimpse of her. The team looked in that direction to find many pairs of golden eyes; one belonged to the terrifying Minister of France and her predecessor. Those were warning signs if they did anything stupid.

"Ma Cherie."

Athena yawned, "My Love."

Fleur chuckled softly against her lips, finding it flattering that she truly made the effort to come to see her in action.

"You know what I realised?"

"What?"

"France had been governed by the Auclairs for centuries, and it has never fallen under their rule—only when the Auclairs had to go into hiding when they were almost wiped from the world in the 17th century."

"Oh my fucking gods, Fleur's wife is next in line."

"No, Athena Minerva Ashryver is next in line. Their names are hard to forget."

"The world will end if she dies."

"France will fall." Da Wei, the Seeker of the team, shuddered at the thought. China and France have strangely good ties and trade relations, a lot of the imports went straight to France and were distributed from there. That's why the French are rich—richer than Great Britain and the States.

"Hello, I'm Athena Ashryver; I didn't have the chance to properly introduce myself," Athena awkwardly said, reminding herself of the time at the ball when she suffered for the Captain instead.

They shook hands, accepting each other's gratitude, one for saving her from trauma and the other for taking care of her wife. "I didn't have the chance to thank you."

"Nah, it's fine. It was an Auclair's Ball; that should not have happened."

"Are you okay, then, Captain?"

"I am okay, Captain." Athena starts questioning why the team was holding despite sensing the excitement from them. "You warned them, didn't you?"

"I like protecting you."

"Well, thank you, Frenchy." Athena opened her arms, laughing at their confused faces. "This is your one chance to hug me. Come."

Ludwig's eyes lit up, and she went for the hug. Her team slowly joined, with Fleur being first. Fleur and Ludwig covered Ashryver's body before arms swung over theirs. Camille and Lucian looked at one another, proud of where their daughter had come from. Their sons are thrilled to see this interaction.

"Okay, enough now. Go away," Athena said, muffled by all the bodies around her. She started to push Ludwig away before the Captain pushed everyone else away for her. "How long?"

"One more hour."

"But we have a warm-up!" Ludwig reminded him, flicking Fleur's forehead. The Veela scowled as Athena made sure that the anti-Veela charms were properly placed. If the opponents are complaining about Fleur's beauty, it's just her natural beauty. Her wife groaned, being dragged away, and she just let it be, receiving a blown kiss from Athena.

"Let's get to the stands, baby."

"We have the best spots," Enzo voiced, leading the way and also receiving bows from a lot of wizards who recognised him as well as his family. His group was a large group—the Ashryvers and their partners with Elizabeth, his children minus Christopher; stuck in China, his wife, and the Delacours.

So, there are too many to count.

They have the entire booth—the best one, to themselves.

"Holy fuck!" Athena chimed, as Fleur zoomed past her. Camille rolled her eyes at her daughter's behaviour and smacked her husband for laughing at her. "Gods, I missed quidditch."

"Mother, I would like to resign after this thing is over," Damon stated, peeking his head over his sister's shoulder. Camille looked at her son before laughing and agreeing with that, she could see the turmoil in Athena's head.

"You can do both—too good to let your talents be wasted."

"Really?"

"Unless I retire as Minister and you are elected, then no."

"Well, we've got to end this senseless war."

"Bludger!" Someone shouted, but it was too late. The stray Bludger went straight for one of the Quiberon Quafflepunchers' Chasers and thankfully it wasn't Fleur. They watched him get knocked out of his broom, completely unconscious, and Camille stood, her voice beaming through the stadium.

"Arresto Momentum!"

"Can you wake him up?" Ludwig shouted at the medic, annoyed that he wasn't doing anything, and started cursing at him in German. Fleur ran in to find her teammate still knocked out, and this was a very important game of the international club season. If they win this, they go straight to the finals.

She gets to take her revenge on Krum. Fleur was still annoyed that she lost to him in their seventh year.

"The reserve can't get here in time!"

"What about my wife?"

"What?"

"She's an excellent chaser, gods. I hate to admit it, but it was annoying to play against her back in my final year. But she is rusty—"

Ludwig interrupted. At this point, they just need a filler; it would be better if that filler knew how to play. "She got a broom?"

"Yes."

"I'll get her then."

The audience rose in an uproar, seeing the best-known chaser of the best team in France before getting confused as to why she went for the Ashryver-Auclairs' booth rather than the officials. The next thing they saw was the Ashryver Heirs cheering for their sister as she ran down, tossing the coat to her oldest brother, from their booth at lightning speed with the biggest smile on her face.

Her shoulder miraculously healed this morning.

Ludwig went to the officials' booth to register Athena, doing some last-minute things that they surprisingly let her do. Maybe because the former and current French Ministers are here.

— | —

"So number 11, plays it rough—way too rough," Fleur said, trying the laces for Athena's leg guard. Her eyes are trying very hard to look away from her ass. She never thought that she would see Athena in hot pink.

"Number 14 plays dirty; you will be touched a lot if you are close to her," Ludwig said, noticing that Athena was taking all the information quite well when all of them were giving a crash course about the entire opposition team. There were no signs of nervousness or even being overwhelmed. She was just excited to play.

"The keeper likes his right but his left is weak as hell and he forgets about it," Fleur said, standing up and her arms wrapped around her wife's waist, her chin on her shoulder. Her teammates groaned at the interaction. All of them are single except her. "Our chemistry is unmatched, we will win. Your shoulder, okay?"

"Good, Kenz helped me earlier. She's one of the healers for today."

"Damn, everyone just wants her."

"She's too good."

A knock interrupted their little pep talk as Camille popped her head into the changing room, with Athena's broom in hand. The Minister handed the broom to her daughter, also informing her that they put the spell up so they would not think about cheating at all.

"Darling?"

"Yes, Mother."

Camille rolled her eyes at the 'Mother' before grinning, "I taught you how to play dirty, better use it."

"Of course, Ma."

Athena tightened her uniform, and Fleur kept her desires on hold. There is something about Athena showing her figure through tight clothing; she always loved it. Her teammates could tell the struggle in Fleur's tensed shoulders, and they snickered among each other before laughing about it. Ludwig lightly pushed Fleur towards the door and dragged Athena with her—there might be a handful if Athena decides to join the Quidditch leagues, especially if these lovebirds are on the same team.

"I will be on your right, always," Fleur said, both moving to their positions. Athena let out a deep breath. The excitement may be overwhelming now to see this beautiful field. There is nothing short of electric about the atmosphere of the match; a new player was introduced, as were the lovely old faces and upcoming stars.

Krum was in the stands too, here to support Fleur, and it turned out he would be supporting both of his friends.

The stadium buzzes with the fervour of fans from around the world, dressed in hot pink and blue as they wave their teams' flags around and chants echo, the air crackling with tension and joy.

Athena had missed this feeling—being cheered on by thousands and scoring.

The first whistle was blown, and the match began with an uproar as the Quaffle was released, and the Chasers darted into action. Fleur held back and let her wife fight for it because she knew how fast Athena would be, she and Ludwig would support her.

It wasn't long until she scored.

"Holy fuck," Ludwig chimed, her eyes glistening with cockiness and very impressed. "This is her rusty?"

Fleur smirked, waving for her wife to quickly join the formation. "She is the best player of Hogwarts—the best of many generations."

"They're pissed now!" Athena cackled, turning to look at the angry and disbelieving faces of the opponents. Fleur shook her head with a smile, careful of the Bludgers that their beaters were trying to protect them from. Ludwig is sure that she could stay back and watch the show if she let these two take care of the scoring.

Their chemistry is just perfection—no words are needed to make the next move.

The commentators were going at it about the Seekers' chase of the golden snitch. A tiny golden ball that would determine their spot in the finals.

The Chasers kept going at it; they got faster, rougher, and determined to fight for every single little point. But unfortunately for the Blues, the moment they lose the Quaffle, they will not get it back. Even if they try to fight for it.

This lineup may be too difficult to fight, as if the old one wasn't hard enough.

The Quiberon Quafflepunchers will only get stronger once their strength falters. Most are experienced players, and Fleur being a godly Chaser, was the one to make history as the youngest player they have recruited—no trial was needed for the Delacour.

They did get a lot of donations once she was recruited...fans too.

"Better catch me, my love."

Athena, being Athena, scored with her famous move that scares the shit out of everyone. She jumped off her broom after noticing two Chasers were going straight for her, and she scored. Fleur, in a panic, went for her wife, and Athena just free falling, flipping herself so she could see the sky. Her enchanting wife swooped in to catch her up.

"Don't do that!"

"I knew you'd catch me," Athena laughed into her shoulder and summoned her broom before her brook even reached her fingers.

"Here comes Zhao Da Wei of the Quiberon Quafflepunchers with the golden snitch! And with that, the Hot Pinks have won with a 470 to 190! The Blues just kicked the bucket for this match."

The Chinese Seeker put his fists in the air with the snitch shining brightly, and his team surrounded him to cheer. A lot of Chinese flags went up in the air, and red and hot pink flares went into the skies.

A momentous win with a desperate last choice.

A lot of flags in the air to celebrate every player on the French team.

Soon chanting their names, surprisingly enough, they added Athena's name to the chant.

The Auror was a little flattered by that.

She will be extremely exhausted tonight.

T-T