Hello my fellow readers, I just wanted to say that this is my first Harry Potter fic and I've tried to make it as original as I could, but it's pretty hard when there's already many great stories out there :D

This story is based on the film 'When Harry met Sally' but in Harry Potter style. The pairing is Hermione and Fleur because, well we all know that they should have been together really, but if you don't like then simply don't read. And I think this is all I can say for now, so please Read and Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I have used words from J.K Rowling in this story. You'll probably notice this within my first few chapters but I do turn it into my own words more often after that. I'm not trying to copyright I swear, just letting her help me for now.

When Hermione met Fleur

30th October 2005

A pale faced, bushy haired girl woke up to the sounds of chatter and excitement, for today was the day the two foreign exchange school's were coming to join theirs. Everyone couldn't have been more enthusiastic for the day's events.

This young girl was one of the few who weren't so excited; she just merely saw it as more students adding to her school. Though she loved the place, she found that some of the girls she had to share a room with could be quite irritating at times. Like this morning for instance, she wasn't even ready to get up yet, Hermione was going to be an irritable mood for the remainder of the day now.

The day seemed to have gone quite fast for Hermione, one minute she'd be in potions class – watching her two best friends Harry and Ron muck about – and then the next she's having lunch in the Grand Hall. But even though the day was speeding ahead it didn't mean peoples conversations were, it seemed the more she heard about girls betting on each other that the boys were going to be cute the more time seemed to just slow down. That annoyed her the most, why did she have to be surrounded by all these young witches, she'd prefer nothing more than to be up on her bed reading the latest workbook she had assigned to her. But it seemed the girls always had other ideas, unfortunately.

It was now time for Hogwarts School to now become Beuxbatons and Durmstrung schools too, and Hermione was dreading it. Their house leader, Professor McGonagall was now quickly leading her animated students to the Entrance Hall.

"Follow me, please" said Professor McGonagall, "first-years in front… no pushing…"

They filed down the front steps and lined up in front of the castle. It was a cold, clear evening; dusk was falling and a pale, transparent-looking moon was already shining over the Forbidden Forest. Hermione standing in between Ron and Harry, in the fourth row from the front saw Dennis Creevey positively shivering with anticipation among other first-years.

"It's nearly six" said Ron, checking his watch (this is the time the schools were meant to arrive) and then staring down the drive which lead to the front gates.

"How d'you reckon they're coming? The train?"

"I doubt it" said Hermione.

"How then, broomsticks?" Harry suggested looking up at the starry sky.

"I don't think so… not from that far away"

"A port key?" Ron asked "or they could Apparate –maybe you're allowed to do it under seventeen wherever they come from?"

"You can't Apparate inside Hogwarts grounds, how often do I have to tell you?" said Hermione impatiently.

They scanned the darkening grounds excitedly, but nothing was moving. Hermione was starting to get cold. She wished they'd hurry up… maybe the foreign students were preparing a dramatic entrance. Then Dumbledore (their head teacher) called out from the back row, where he stood with the other teachers – "Aha! Unless I am very much mistaken, the delegation from Beuxbatons approaches!"

"Where?" said many students eagerly, all looking in different directions.

"There!" yelled a sixth-year, pointing over the forest.

Something large, much larger than a broomstick, was hurtling across the deep blue sky towards the castle, growing larger all the time.

"It's a dragon!" shrieked one of the first-years, losing her head completely.

"Don't be stupid… it's a flying house!" said Dennis Creevey. Dennis's guess was closer… as the gigantic black shape skimmed over the treetops of the Forbidden Forest. Then the next thing they could see was a gigantic, powder blue, horse drawn carriage, the size of a large house, soaring towards them, pulled through the air a dozen winged horses, all palominos, and each the size of an elephant.

The front three rows of students drew backwards as the carriage hurtled ever lower, coming in to land at a tremendous speed – then, with an almighty crash the horses hooves, larger than dinner plates, hit the ground. A second later, the carriage landed too, bouncing upon its vast wheels.

Hermione just had time to see that the door of the carriage had a coat of arms before it opened. A girl in pale blue robes jumped down from the carriage, bent forwards, fumbled for a moment with something on the carriage floor and unfolded a set of golden steps. She sprang back respectfully. Then Hermione saw a shiny, high-heeled black shoe emerging from the inside of the carriage followed, almost immediately, by the largest woman she had ever seen in her life. A few other people gasped, she wasn't the only one thinking that then.

Dumbledore started to clap; the students, following his lead, broke into applause too. Some of them standing on tiptoe, they wanted to see the woman better. Her face relaxed into a gracious smile, and she started to walk towards Dumbledore, extending a glittering hand. Dumbledore, though tall himself, had barely to bend to kiss it.

"My dear Madame Maxime" he said "welcome to Hogwarts."

"Dumbly-Dorr" said Madam Maxime, in a deep voice "I 'ope I find you well?"

"On excellent form, I thank you" said Dumbledore.

"My pupils" said Madame Maxime, waving one of her enormous hands carelessly behind her.

Hermione, whose attention had been focused completely upon Madame Maxime, now started to notice that around a dozen girls – all, by the look of them, in their late teens – had emerged from the carriage and was now standing behind Madame Maxime. They were shivering, which was unsurprising, given that their robes seemed to be made of fine silk, and none of them were wearing cloaks. A few of them started to wrap scarves and shawls around their heads. From what Hermione could see of their faces, they were staring at Hogwarts with apprehensive looks on their faces. After a bit more small talk between both head teachers Madame Maxime finally realised that her horses were going to be treated with proper care, so turned to her students.

"Come" she said superiorly to her students, and the Hogwarts crowd parted to allow her and her students to pass up the steps. As Hermione watched all the French witches make their way inside she caught the eye of a certain blonde. Then it was like her world stopped spinning altogether, the voices she could hear before were now miles away. All Hermione could see was this one person, and for a split second she thought the girl was thinking the exact same thing. As she slowly started to make her way pass, Hermione never losing eye contact, she saw the tips of the blonde's luscious lips turn up into a smile. Hermione found herself giddily smiling back, then when she realised this she blushed a deep red, she was just thankful it was dark out so maybe the girl didn't see her. Then her little world came back down to earth as the girl broke away the eye contact and went inside. Hermione wished she could be inside as the coldness instantly made its way back to her, now all she wanted to do was get this other school over and done with so she could go inside and see that beautiful blonde girl all over again. Her insides started tingling at just the very thought of her… this was a new feeling, Hermione didn't now whether to be worried or not.

Once the Durmstrung lot arrived (in an old looking ship, coming in through the water, something Hermione was not expecting) and the Hogwarts students were introduced to Karkaroff – the Durmstrung schools headmaster – the students were finally allowed inside. Well after Ron and many girls finished staring after Viktor Krum (a famous Quidditch player 'apparently') Hermione was finally inside. The warmth hitting her, like a massive heat wave, she just smiled to herself and made her way to the Grand Hall with everybody else.

When she got inside, Hermione could still hear the excited ramblings from Ron about the fact that Krum was here, she rolled her eyes at this, typical Ronald.

They walked over to the Gryffindor table and sat down. Ron took care to sit on the side facing the doorway, because Krum and his fellow Durmstrung students were still gathered around it, apparently unsure about where they should sit. The students from Beuxbatons had chosen seats at the Ravenclaw table. Hermione couldn't help but feel a little disappointed at this, she was really looking forward to getting to see that girl again – maybe even talk to her too. But then she looked at the rest of the girls faces and could see that they were looking around the Great Hall with glum expressions on their faces. Three of them were still clutching scarves and shawls around their heads.

"It's not that cold" she said irritably, "why didn't they bring cloaks?"

"Over here! Come and sit over here!" Ron hissed. "Over here! Hermione, budge up, make a space-"

"What?"

"Too late" said Ron bitterly.

Viktor Krum and his friends had settled themselves at the Slytherins table. Hermione could see Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle looking very smug about this. As she watched, Malfoy bent forwards to speak to Krum.

"Yeah, that's right, smarm up to him Malfoy" said Ron scathingly. "I bet Krum can see right through him, though… bet he gets people fawning all over him all the time… where do you reckon they're going to sleep" and here go all the questions' thought Hermione rolling her eyes as she did so. She just decided to look back at the girls again, zoning out on Ron's star-struck self. But then she zoned back once she heard Harry saying something about the girls.

"They look a lot happier than the Beuxbatons lot"

The Durmstrung boys were pulling off their heavy furs and looking up at the starry black ceiling with expressions of interest on their faces. Up at the staff table, Filch, the caretaker, was adding chairs. He was wearing his mouldy old tail coat in honour of the occasion. Hermione was surprised to see he was adding four chairs, two on either side of Dumbledore's.

"But there are only two extra people" Harry said "Why's Filch putting up four chairs? Who else is coming" Harry seemed to be reading Hermione's mind, as she was just thinking the same thing.

When all the students had entered the hall and settled down at their house tables, the staff entered, filing up to the top table and taking their seats. Last in line were Professor Dumbledore, Professor Karkaroff and Madame Maxime. It seemed when their Headmistress appeared, the pupils from Beuxbatons leapt to their feet. A few of the Hogwarts students laughed, but they seemed quite unembarrassed, and did not resume their seats until Madame Maxime had sat down. Dumbledore, however, remained standing, a silence fell over the Great Hall.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, ghosts and – most particularly – guests" said Dumbledore, beaming around at the foreign students. "I have great pleasure in welcoming you all to Hogwarts. I hope and trust that your stay here will be most comfortable and enjoyable."

One of the Beuxbatons girls still clutching a muffler around her head gave what was unmistakably a derisive laugh.

"No one's making you stay here!" Hermione whispered, bristling at her. That's when Hermione noticed it, when she looked even closer she could see a familiar set of bright blonde hair, and immediately knew who she was; it was the beautiful girl from outside. And just when she was starting to like her…

"I now invite you all to eat, drink and make yourselves at home!" finished Dumbledore.

He sat down, and Hermione saw Karkaroff lean forward and engage him in conversation.

The dishes filled with food as usual. Hermione noticed there was a greater variety of dishes in front of them than she had ever seen before, including some that was foreign.

"What's that?" said Ron, pointing at a large dish of some sort of shellfish stew that stood beside a large steak-and-kidney pudding. Hermione recognised it straight away.

"Bouillabaisse" she said.

"Bless you" said Ron.

"It's French" she said back "I had it on holiday, summer before last, it's very nice."

"I'll take your word for it" said Ron, helping himself to black pudding.

Hermione noticed that now that they had removed their furs, the Durmstrung students were revealed to be wearing robes of a deep, blood red.

Hagrid then joined the Great Hall feast and slide into his seat at the very end, he waved at Hermione, Harry and Ron with a heavily bandaged hand.

"Skrewts doing alright, Hagrid?" Harry called.

"Thrivin'," Hagrid called back happily.

"Yeah, I'll just bet they are" said Ron quietly "looks like they've finally found a food they like, doesn't it? Hagrid's fingers." This got a chuckle from Harry.

At that moment, a voice said "Excuse me, are you wanting ze bouillabaisse?" It was the girl, the one Hermione hadn't been able to get off her mind since they're little eye contact thing outside. And now here she was right behind her at talking distance yet Hermione was still too scared to look at her. But then she remembered that she isn't the only French girl here, and that she could easily be another student instead. So Hermione finally turned around to check and once she did, she was blown away all over again; maybe even more so than before, if that's even possible. The girl had now removed her muffler; a long sheet of silvery blonde hair fell almost to her waist. She had large, deep blue eyes, and very white even teeth.

Ron went purple. He stared up at her, opened his mouth to reply, but nothing came out except a faint gurgling noise.

"Yeah, have it" said Harry, pushing the dish towards the girl.

"You'ave finished wiz it?"

"Yeah" Ron said breathlessly "yeah it was excellent."

The girl picked up the dish and then gave Hermione one quick sideways glance before carrying it carefully to the Ravenclaw table. The girl wanted to talk to her, she wanted Hermione to have been the one to answer back but Hermione was just as breathless as Ron was, and in all honesty, it kind-of scared her. Ron was still staring at the girl as though he had never seen one before. Harry started to laugh. The sound seemed to jog Ron back to his senses. Much to Hermione's annoyance, 'why did he have to stare at her like that' she thought.

"She's a veela" he said hoarsely to Harry.

"Of course she isn't!" said Hermione tartly "I don't see anyone else gaping at her like an idiot!"

But she wasn't entirely right about that. As the girl crossed the hall, many boys' heads turned, and some of them seemed to have become temporarily speechless, just like Ron.

"I'm telling you, that's not a normal girl!" said Ron, leaning sideways so he could keep a clear view of her. "They don't make them like that at Hogwarts!"

"I know" Hermione found herself saying, she couldn't help but stare at the French girl too, she was hypnotising. But she'd never let them now that, that's why she was secretly thankful that Harry was too busy looking at Cho Chang to hear what she said.

"When you've both put your eyes back in" said Hermione, noticing that someone had just entered the Great Hall. "You'll be able to see who's just arrived" she then pointed up to the staff table. The two remaining empty seats had just been filled. Ludo Bagman was now sitting on Professor Karkaroff's other side, while Mr Crouch, Percy's boss, was next to Madame Maxime.

"What are they doing here?" said Harry in surprise.

"They organised the exchange didn't they" said Hermione, realisation kicking in "I suppose they wanted to be here to see them settle in"

When the second course arrived they noticed a number of unfamiliar puddings, too. Ron examined an odd sort of pale blancmange closely, and then moved it carefully a few inches to his right, so that it would be clearly visible from the Ravenclaw table. The French veela girl appeared to have eaten enough, however, as she did not come over to get it. Hermione felt a tinge of disappointment at that, she wanted a chance to talk to her again, but quickly shook the thought off. Once the golden plates had been wiped clean, Dumbledore stood up again. A pleasant sort of tension seemed to fill the Hall now.

"I would like to say a few words of explanation about this year" said Dumbledore, smiling around at the sea of upturned faces. "I would like to introduce, for those who do not know them, Mr Bartiemus Crouch, Head of Department of International Magical Co-operation" – there was a smattering of polite applause – "and Mr Ludo Bagman, Head of the Department of Magical Foreign Exchange" – there was a much louder round of applause this time.

"Mr Bagman and Mr Crouch have worked tirelessly over the last month on the arrangements for this year's Foreign Exchange, which as we all know only happens every 5 years" Dumbledore continued "they will be joining myself, Professor Karkaroff and Madame Maxime in staying at Hogwarts for the remainder of the year. Beuxbatons and Durmstrung schools will be staying in their chosen temporary houses so will not need to be joining any houses." A few groans were heard around the hall, mainly from Hogwarts girls wishing that the boys would sleep in their cabins.

"There shall also be a little welcoming dance for you all, but that shall be explained later on, and as for classes, seeing as the students have come here to see what life is like for us over here, all Beuxbatons and Durmstrung students will be added to classes for the year." A few groans came from the teachers at that last comment, Professor Snape looking even more annoyed than usual. Probably at the fact that he'll have to be teaching even more students, which means more talking during lessons – his worst nightmare.

"Now, I think it's time for bed. Goodnight to you all." Dumbledore said, checking the time as he did so.

Everyone started to head to their dormitories afterwards, Ron mumbling about wanting Krum to share the dorm with him as it would be 'fun' throughout the whole walk. Hermione decided to zone out again after she heard the first Krum that came out of his mouth, and started thinking about the French girl instead - at least she'd be able to sleep properly tonight.

I hope you liked it, I tried my best but if you have any comments please feel free to do so, all reviews are loved