The basic idea surrounds the fact that Fleur is fed up with her life and marriage. Even though Harry is a wonderful husband, she cant help but feel overshadowed by him. Even though they have an adventurous, exciting life (both in the bedroom and out of it), she cant help yearning for more. With the overbearing nature of her parents, the stigma of her heritage, and feeling stifled by how magical society expects women to act.
So she recalls how Tonks was sort of into the “punk/rebel” scene. She begins to do some research. And one day, when Harry is overseas, she decided to bite the bullet, and heads to one of the more…. Rebelious bars in town.
There she discovers the feeling of getting high out of her mind. And she becomes hooked. As time passes, Harry and Fleur slowly grow apart, with Fleur leaving and returning at odd hours. She slowly gets drawn deeper and deeper into the scene, dressing rebelliously, frequenting bars, getting high, and having flings and one night stands.
She becomes bored with her life with harry, exciting and fun as it is. It simply cannot compare to the experiences she has at all the events and bars she frequents. Even the sex, which used to be amazing, has become dull for her without the high of the substances, without the thrill of cheating, the intoxicating feeling of knowing that what she was doing was wrong, but doing it anyway. Harry has become concerned. Fleur, his wife, his love, has been distant, despite his never ending attempts to bridge the gap that shouldnt have existed in the first place (he isnt complaining about her new clothing though. She looks spicy).
He decides to have some fun, and gets them some tickets to a concert of a punk band he knows she really likes.
After the concert, they drop by a club, one that, unbeknownst to him, Fleur regularly frequents. After being waylaid by a few ladies who wanted to take him home for the night, together if they had to, he loses track of fleur. He finds her a bit later,after slipping away from the persistent women, high out of her mind and swapping spit with one of her regular flings.
When fleur spots him, and his shock, she derides him in front of the whole bar, calling him boring and lame, and that she’s moved on into the excitement that is now her life. Insult after insult slips from her mouth, and to top it off, she throws her wedding ring at him.
Harry’s face slips into one of calm, before he smiles at her, an inhumanly calm smile, one that looks wrong on his face, pockets the ring, and walks out.
Fleur pays him no mind, and goes back to what she was doing before the interruption. She wakes up the next day, in bed with the man from the night before, with a splitting headache. She goes to the bathroom, washing her face, and notices the lack of a wedding ring on her finger. Her words from the night before return to her, and she freezes in horror at what she had said and done under the influence.
She apparates to her house, their house, and is pushed outside the property by the wards. When she tries to get in, she finds to her horror that she can't. She begs and pleads at the gate, shouting out her apologies and begging for his forgiveness.
Harry opens the door of the house, staring at her as she cries just beyond the gate. Fleur had never seen his eyes like that before, those expressive, warm greens now cold.
His next words freeze her heart, “You…. are dead to me. leave.”
He shuts the door behind him, leaving her a sobbing mess.
From here, it is a tale of redemption and regrowth, with Fleur slowly breaking her addiction, with the grudging help of her family, who remind her how she hurt the one she loved, of healing and therapy, of proving her love to Harry, of once again finding what she threw away so carelessly.