Would a, Could a, Should a
Chapter 1- Grand love stories
"Ron just because you don't believe me doesn't mean that Ginny won't." reasoned Hermione as she ran ahead of Ron. "Ginny…" she started as she breathes heavily.
"Yeah Mione?" Ginny asked unconcerned.
"Your bother…" but before she could finish her sentence, Ron jumped onto her shoulders.
"Is amazing." He finished for her. Hermione scoffed but didn't say anything. Ginny rolled her eyes and moved too help Hermione off the stone path.
"You okay?" Ginny asked as she brushed some gravel from Hermione's robes.
"Yeah…just peachy." Hermione replied sarcastically. Ron grinned and patted her on the shoulder.
"Hermione…I know you are just jealous of the way that my body…" Hermione slapped him on the back of the head and Ginny snickered secretively.
"Ronald…stop being such a…a…a prat." Ron mocked her and this time both Hermione and Ginny hit him.
"Ouch! What the hell did I ever do to you two?" both girls rolled their eyes at his comment and walked away before Ron could get another word in.
All Characters speaking in French
"Fleur you should just relax." Gabrielle said trying to calm her older sister down. She was home for the summer from her school in France, Beaubaxton (is that how it's spelled?) and was a shoe in for being the champion from her school.
"Relax," Fleur screeched as she tugged on her blond hair. "How am I supposed to relax when I will be traveling half way around the world to compete in something that could eventually kill me!" she asked rhetorically, throwing her hands in the air with discontent. Gabrielle rolled her eyes at her sister's show of melodramatics. "I could die there and I still wouldn't have anybody." Her sister added sadly. Fleur, who was a half Veela (someone who can use their beauty to get what they want, they have a thrall that attracts others instantly.), had had men attracted to her…but not really to her, more to her thrall. She absolutely hated being a Veela.
"You'll find someone Fleur." Gabrielle said quickly.
"No I won't Gabby…the only people that like me don't like the real me." Fleur said as she sighed, tired with the argument already.
"I have a feeling that all of that will change this year." Gabby said reassuring Fleur.
"Well well…please go on." Fleur said sarcastically.
"You'll find love…just don't be afraid of it…or not "it" really more the person that you fall for. It will be a grand love story if you want it to be. This person will fall for you, you'll know the exact moment you meet them, and they're fall for the "real" you." Gabby finished quietly. Fleur, who was shocked at her 13 year old sister's monologue just nodded dumbly. "And about the tournament…just have fun with it." Gabby soothes.
Fleur smiles drunkenly at her sister and says, "Goodnight Gabby." Gabrielle chuckled as her sister's sleeping medicine finally kicked in.
"Goodnight Fleur."
Two Weeks Later
Ron, Harry, Hermione and Ginny were all in the dining hall watching the huge wooden double doors expectantly as were all the other students when they burst open and in walked two rows of men. The student's of Hogwarts were told that they were from a school in Hungry called Dumstrong (again…is that spelled right?). The men were between the ages of 16 and 22 and each man carried either a staff or a torch in his rough, weather beaten hands. Both Ron and Harry looked engrossed in the display of masculinity as they spotted Victor Krum, the seeker of the Hungarian team, while Hermione and Ginny chuckled. "You are bloody mad." Ron said as he caught Ginny and Hermione's laughter.
"Ron…you're just jealous of the way that our bodies…" but the girls couldn't continue because their laughter had quickly turned into insane giggles.
"Ron just give up. You'll never win." Harry said patting his best mate on the shoulder and pretending to be upset. Ron rolled his eyes and both Ginny and Hermione laughed again.
"This is the reason that he still has a girlfriend." Hermione replied as Ginny nodded in agreement. Then the doors opened again and in came two rows of girls wearing powder blue dresses.
"Girls get ready for our entrance…and walk." Madame Maxine commanded as Sophie and Laura sprinted down first, followed by Kristen and Grace, Trisha and Gina and finally Madame Maxine herself net to her star pupil, 17 year old Fleur Delacour.
They then lined up again and began their dance. Every second seat the girls would switch sides of the aisle, bend down gracefully, and create a butterfly which they would blow into the air around that specific person. They were in the aisle between Gryffindor and Slythorin, that's when Fleur noticed something…or more like someone. A girl with brown bushy hair and chocolate colored eyes that lit up when she laughed. Luckily for Fleur, her seat was her second one. She carefully rushed over to her "dream girl" (even though she wasn't into girls, other then this girl ofcourse.), but instead of creating a butterfly she made a white rose and as she almost kneeled to the girl, she gave it to her and smiled a bright smile. Smiling like crazy Hermione said thank you and nodded to this girl and Fleur nodded back but continued down the aisle though she didn't want to take her eyes off the mystery girl.
The Next Night
"Mione, don't worry about it." Ron said as both Hermione and himself ran down the stairs because they were both late for Charms class. Hermione didn't answer, just rolled her eyes (which she did a lot of when she was in the company of Ron) and continued down one of the many stairways. "Sorry!" Hermione yelled all of the sudden, totally scaring the shit out of Ron, as she ran into another girl.
"Mione…" Ron started.
"What Ronald?" Hermione snapped.
"French girl." He said quietly. She looks down wanting to see the girl from the dining hall the other night but expecting to see someone else, and sure enough there is the petite French girl.
"Oh…god…sorry." She barely stammered out as her face turned bright red.
"No worries…Mione?" she said. Hermione chuckled but nodded and Fleur smiled in response. "I'm Fleur Delacour."
"Hermione Granger, but all of my friend call me Mione." Hermione answered as she help the older girl up and shook her soft hand. As soon as their hands met, Fleur remembered what her sister had said, 'It will be a grand love story if you want it to be.'
, 'Maybe 'Ermione will be in my grand love story.'