Disclaimer: It all belongs to JK.

AN: Many thanks to AriadneAWS, by trusty beta. Only Her was written in preparation for my time in the Phoenix Rising drabble booth in May 07. Out of that, came this...

Only Her

He could see Fleur Delacour sitting in front of a tall mirror and Hermione nodding in distracted agreement before turning to stare out the cracked window.

The sadness in her eyes struck him first.

He inclined his head a fraction. She returned the gesture – then turned away.

There was no guilt, only a dark sense of resolution. It would happen.

It had to.

Brittle leaves tumbled and spun around the hem of his robes as the wind swept through the trees.

The sky was menacing, the air alive with predators biding their time.

He would save her.

Only her.