Hermione was trying hard to hide her discomfort from the woman in front of her. She has not been on a date for a long time and the experience of the past two hours confirmed her fears of having one. Two hours! Two hours of an uncontrollable ramble from the woman she just met with almost no interruption; the longest one being to force the other woman to agree with her and take her side on a discussion she had at work. Hermione just realized it had been that long and could not believe it; while the woman spoke she kept building strategies on her mind to stop her or change the topic, she tried hard but non of them worked; she also thought of leaving but could not do it, afraid of the woman's reaction. Hermione's glass was already empty and as she noticed the woman's drink was almost over her eyes were filled with the hope of getting away from her by going to the bar. She anxiously looked as the woman lips while she drank what was left in her glass and with it still in her lips before she could begin speaking again Hermione suddenly spoke, her voice surprising them both as it have not been used much.

"Do you want another drink?"

Hoping internally that the woman would say no Hermione waited still anxious for the answer.

"Oh, you are the kindest. Yes, please. Thank you, just one of the same, I really believe this is the best drink here, you should have one too, the one you just drink must be hideous"

Hermione hurriedly took the glass from the other forcing a smile. She stood up quickly and went to the bar, not worrying about the large line of people pushing one another to get to place their orders, it was Saturday after all. After minutes of waiting for a chance to approach the bar she was already getting tired, and an idea lit her mind, maybe she did not have to order anything, she could easily hang around covered by the crowd for a while until she had the courage of leaving completely. She just hoped the other woman would not come looking for her. With this on her mind she looked frantically around looking for a place to seat, the club was so full that chairs were almost unnoticeable between the standing woman dancing, walking or standing all over the place.

After being pushed she had a flashing sight of an empty stool at the right of the long neon lit bar. Without thinking twice she charged to the front with all the force of her body focused on getting to the place. She begged that no one else has seen it or that it was actually empty and not belonging to the person standing next to it. When she was almost there a woman ordering her drinks suddenly sat but Hermione did not stopped walking forward, from the gaps that people left while moving she saw how the girl talked to someone next to her, she was really close now, within a few steps left to get to the stool her face was lit by the sight of the girl paying the bartender and beginning to stand up, after just seconds of the other leaving Hermione could finally seat, catching her breath and sweating. Another woman seemed to have been doing the same as her, or that was what Hermione thought, because she was hit at her right side with force as if the woman next to her have not been able to stop her motion forward. She looked to the side to say something, not that she was used to do so, but to at least give her a disapproving look or shove her to the side, but she was met by the back of the girl with a drink in her hand, she was talking to the girl seated next to her, her body so close to Hermione that she had to lean to the side.

Hermione asked the bartender for a glass of water and when it finally came, she was glad the girl stopped crushing her and left. She moved her position on the stool to seat with her back to the bar, looking at the club tables where she had been before trying to catch a sight of her annoying date when another girl shoved her, again. Her water almost fell from her hand this time and she got really mad looking at her. The girl was inviting the same woman next to her to a drink when Hermione heard a strong, dry: "No" of rejection. She internally laughed and smiled, the girl kept trying and she could not figure out the exact words but she seemed to be refused again by someone with a foreign accent. When the girl finally left she gave her a mocking look, pleased that such a rude person had just been rejected. She was wondering how this woman looked to have so many women on such a short amount of time approaching her, but she maintained her posture waiting for a good time to take a look without being caught. Her water was almost over when she heard someone talking near, the last think on her mind was that they were talking to her until the voice went louder and she noticed it was directed at her.

" Hey! Hey! I am trying to buy you a drink over here! You could at least have the decency to say no"

Hermione looked to the side, surprised to see same woman she was planning to look at and found her extremely beautiful and with a mesmerizing way of moving, even on the darkness of the club, she regained focus on the situation when she heard her own name being called out as a question.

"Hermione? Hermione is that you?"

The woman asked in what sounded to Hermione like a taunting beautiful accent.

"Yes!" Hermione shouted stiffly straightening up on her chair. To which the other woman smiled. Someone just recognized her and this made her wake up from her thoughts.

"So it is you. Do you not remember me?"

Hermione was struggling to see who the person was and at the same time rummaging into her memories trying to remember if she had ever been with a blonde with a foreign accent. The possibility of this woman being someone she was with while drunk and not remembering scared her to death. She was in shock when the other continued.

"Fleur Delacour" The blond woman shouted trying to be heard above the noise. "I am Fleur Delacour!"

Thinking Hermione was possibly drunk she got close to her and waved a hand in front of her face.

"Are you ok?" Fleur said worryingly.

With this sudden proximity Hermione suddenly snapped, she felt the fear left her as heat replaced the coldness of her body.

"Fleur! Hi!" She said sounding overly excited "I am okay. Thank you. How are you?" She continued talking trying to look as normal as possible. Another feeling suddenly replacing the one of fear, embarrassment, this was the first time someone not only from the wizarding world but also from her close circle of friends, and once family, had seen her at a gay club.