Disclaimer: I do not own any of the chracters mentioned in the story at all, they're all the works of J.K Rowling.
Author notes: This is my first fanfic ever written, so please R and R, I hope ye like it.
They say, like limestone, that impurities do actually occur, that something happens along the way that adds something that can either add a beautiful character or the opposite, making it have a horrible streak, and for Fleur, Pansy was that impurity, could Hermione help before it's too late?
Chapter One.
Fleur Delacour was one of those girls that every girls boyfriend pictured as they kissed their girlfriends and always yearned for, and she was the girl that most girls wanted to cast a bogey hex over, but resisted temptation, which was more than what their boyfriends could do.
She had it all, perfect body, platinum blonde hair, luscious blue eyes, and of course, what every girl yearned for, the blood of a Veela, well, okay, half a Veela, but still, it had it's effect over guys, pity for her, it didn't work with the ones she wanted, girls.
She was getting sick of every time she walked into the Great Hall to eat something, that the room had a noticeable drop of volume and the amount of people that turned to have a look at her, she was glad that the second task of the Tri-Wizard Competition was coming up, the sooner this was over the better she thought ever time she walked in, but still though, she got to see some girls that made her knee's shake every times she passed them, what was happening to her? She was the one who made people quiver in her presence, not the other way around, but there was this one girl, so unearthly pretty, with brains and a fine pair of tits, the only drawback was she wouldn't even give her the time of day, and she sat with that moronic dog of a boy with red hair and the oh-so famous Harry Potter, who she had no time for, but whenever she caught that girls eye, and it could be for the most innocent reason, e.g. looking up, and that girl might be looking for the same reason, and their eyes met for even a single second.
Fleur felt her heart on fire, and the only thing that would quench it would be one kiss from that girl.
One late night, Fleur was pacing down a secluded hallway trying to figure out the clue within the Dragons egg that she had fought for in the first task, she'd tried everything, but not one thing seemed to make a change to it, flustered, she sat down the floor, cross legged. She heard two people talking and walking towards her, suddenly the walking stopped, and Fleur held her breath and sat back into the shadows as far as possible.
"Face it Pansy, we're finished, I just can't do this anymore, I can't," a small timid voice said, it was obvious that whoever it was, they were crying recently.
Fleur recognised the voice, she just couldn't fit it to a face, she pulled herself forward and peered around the corner. Her breath got caught in her chest when she saw who it was, it was that girl, not just that girl, it was her, it was on the one who's looks captured Fleurs heart, she was facing some other girl with black hair, who was just smirking at her.
"Well, Hermione, am I meant to care? Really, you were just something to pass away the time, nothing that special, but believe me, you'll be crawling back, they all were, and, you can crawl as long as you like, once you leave me, your gone for good" the black haired girl said smugly.
Hermione, that was her name, Fleur had heard about her numerous times, if only she had known who she was, she might have actually listened, she repeated the name and continued to watch the two girls.
"Don't waste your breath Pansy, I won't be back, I'd rather stick my wand in my eye than be with you" Hermione said as she marched away.
Fleur heard her erupt into tears before she had made the staircase, properly due to the fact that Pansy didn't quite react to her rant as Hermione hoped, she hadn't actually grabbed her waist and kissed her, but she just stood there and stared with a small smile on her face.
Fleur turned away as silently as she could, a small firework went of inside her, Hermione was obviously going out with that Pansy one, so she put the pieces together, Hermione was like Fleur, she liked girls as well.
Fleur gave out a little sigh of contentment, maybe if she tried, she could get Hermione, all she needed was a reason to talk to her, she picked up her Dragon Egg and as she turned to walk away, her foot got tangled in her robes and she fell backwards, dropping the egg resulting loud clatter as it bounced and fell. Fleur held her breath, so much for being quiet.
Pansy jumped when she heard a horrific bang, she whipped her wand out from her pocket, who ever it was must have heard about her and Hermione, and no way was she letting them spill her secret, just imagine it, pretty Pansy and horrible Hermione, she'd never live it down.
"Show yourselves" she said looking around the dimly lit hallway, she walked slowly over to the end of the corridor where she had heard the sound from, when she saw the Dragons Egg sitting on the cold stone floor, her heart nearly missed a beat, could it be Harry Potter? If so, she was fucked, he's tell everybody and rub her nose in it, she tore around the corner, fuming mad, how dare he listen in,
"You little………you?" Pansy said stopping in her tracks when she saw who it was, "Little miss Delacour, the one and only" she said, a small smile growing on her lips.
Okay, so that was a short first entry, there's proberly going tobe alot more PPxFD and plotline in the next few updates.