Title: Worlds Apart

Characters: Hermione/Fleur

Category: Hogwarts/ Yuri

Disclaimer: I own nothing

(AN: Not really my speciality, but if its ok and u want more then lemme know.)

The Christmas dance. A gala affair made even more attractive by the overwhelming amount of publicity it received. A nightmare, Hermione thought angrily as she stared unseeing at the Add Maths text book before her. Just another chapter in the never ending cycle her life had become. School, dinner parties hosted by her horrifically rich parents, public appearances…the world she lived in surrounded her with the rich, arrogant highborn and overall repugnant creatures who somehow managed to retain a human image in the eyes of the world. On the outside she was everything a well brought up girl should be.

On the inside she was screaming.

And now there was the Christmas dance at her school to look forward to. Joy, she thought moodily, slamming her book shut. Stupid private school. Even that she couldn't enjoy due to the ever watchful eyes of the world. Pressure pressure pressure.

Pressure from her parents to win the bloody competitions, pressure from the masters to win a goddamn scholarship, and pressure from the lesbians to meet them behind the chapel.

She was quite ready to drop out of it all and live her life the way she wanted to. But there was some illogical hold her parents had on her that kept the straying rebel inside at bay. Probably something she was born with, she decided. With a sigh that would have put most ten ton blocks to shame, she turned her mind to the problem at hand. Specifically, she needed a date for the dance.

There was Harry, she mused silently, recalling with ease the green eyes and sharp features of her best friend. His own family was pretty similar to the Grangers, but there was one obvious difference. They easily preferred their adopted son Draco instead, excusing Harry from the extra hell of having to be perfect at everything. He would go with her if she asked him to, but Hermione was far too close to him to place her friend in such a situation. She also mentally scratched his boyfriend Ron off the list. While Harry had no problem with aiding a friend, Ronald Weasley was well known for getting jealous easily.

Then there was Victor, she reflected as she drew up a mental image of the exchange student from last term. He had returned home now of course, but he would be back for the dance along with half a dozen other choice pupils his school chose to show off to Hogwarts. But last she heard, he had a new girlfriend he was smitten with. So that took care of him as well.

The memory of his visit brought an easy smile to her lips. He was a fun guy to hang out with and she had thoroughly enjoyed their brief time together. Their first kiss was in the chapel after their first date. They had just returned from the very respectable diner her parents had insisted upon, and it was early in the night. The sky was a dark shade of blue and the cloudless sky made the starlight shine with all the more splendour. And while her lips touched his gently and earnestly, there was no spark to suggest anything more. It was like kissing a friend, and they both felt the difference.

After that there was nothing else. They drew apart eventually after he returned home, but their friendship never wavered.

And then there was her. Hermione squeezed her eyes shut as the thought interceded. No, she protested angrily. This was not right. But the memory came anyway. It was the morning after Victor had left and Hogwarts was hosting the final of the Mathematic Olympiad. She was already missing the man's strong presence and commanding nature when she walked in. Was it possible for someone to be so beautiful? No, she was more than that. She was stunning. As she walked down the aisle separating the desks, all heads turned to her. She had flowing silver hair that shimmered with every step. Her face was as smooth and perfect as milk. High cheekbones accentuated the dazzling beauty of her eyes. Blue eyes that shone with a dreamy nature hidden beneath the full escort of her eyelashes.

It seemed as though the expensive white dress she wore couldn't match up to her own natural splendour. This was more than a normal girl, Hermione realized instantly. She had to be the daughter of the queen or something equally amazing. As she walked past Hermione's desk, her eyes flitted just for a moment onto the dazed brunette.

Hermione shook her head, instantly irritated as though the memory was a fly buzzing around her ears. Damnit, she thought as a slow flush stained her cheeks. She was not gay, no matter what Harry and Ron said to the contrary. But there was something terribly wrong with her if this was the way she felt about another girl.

She forcibly turned her mind back to her predicament. There was Draco, but he was too busy trying to keep his foster family happy to even consider going to the dance. So he was out of the question. Neville was definitely a last resort. Her parents, being the demons they were, found his family lacking somewhat, in the financial area. Although she didn't see why it mattered; they had enough money to adopt ten families comfortably for the rest of their lives. Seamus was an unaccountable pervert and Dean was his boy toy so that left Cedric. He wasn't bad looking, she pondered intently. And he was certainly someone with whom the world would like to see her with. Yes, unless he was already with someone else (which she doubted considering the Diggory's considerable fortune) then she would, in all likelihood speak with him tomorrow, she decided.

Till then, she had Add Maths homework to do.

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