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A/N: Femslash. Yes yes. Guess this takes place at the Yule Ball, or whatevs. Later on I'm not even going to try and attempt Fleur's french accent. Anyway. Read & review! More to come soon!

"I don't know why this has to be so hard."

Ginny slapped Hermione on the arm.

"Fuck!"

"This isn't HARD, Hermione.", she sighed and looked out over the dance floor at Fleur, who had a crowd of admirers dancing around her.

"Well, what do you expect me to do? I can't just walk right up to her!"

"Why not?"

"Because she's fucking dancing, Ginny! I'm not going to walk right up to her and snog her brains out on the fucking dance floor!" Hermione cried out.

"So that's what you want to do then?"

"Huh?"

"Snog her? That's what you want to do?"

"I, I..uh.", Hermione rubbed her eyes.

"I KNEW IT!" People were starting to stare.

"Ginny, could you LOWER your god damn voice!" Hermione shouted.

"NO! When are you going to start living your life!"

"Oh, so just cause you bagged Luna, means that you now live your life, huh!"

Ginny turned red.

"Don't you drag her into this! I'm not talking about my life, I'm talking about the one you don't have!"

Hermione closed her eyes.

"Ginny, go away."

"What?"

"Go away."

"Why?"

"You are annoying me."

"I'm annoying?" Ginny repeated, grabbing a random butterbeer off a table nearby, "I'm annoying? You're the one who's too scared to go up and talk to your lover!" Ginny motioned flamboyantly at Fleur, knocking a few empty bottles off the table. They fell to the floor and shattered loudly. "Everything's fine folks!" she yelled at the people who were nowstaring nearby.

"She is not my lover. Not yet at least."

Ginny chugged the bottle.

"Yeah well, she won't be if you don't do anything about it."

Ginny slammed the now empty bottle down on the table.

"Going a little fast there, huh?" Hermione said, gesturing at the bottle, but watching Fleur out of the corner of her eye. Her blonde hair seemed to be everywhere, mocking Hermione, beckoning her forward.

"L-Look," Ginny said, putting a hand on Hermione's shoulder to steady herself, slurring already, the butterbeer taking effect on her small body quickly, "Loony, uh, f-fuck, I mean Luna, Luna, is upstairs.. w-waiting for me. I need to loosen up a b-bit,"she said, hiccuping, "before I go. That girl,", she said, shuddering, "she's amazing, and I love her to deathhhh, but, but, we're not without our problems." she finished, closing her eyes for a moment and reaching for another butterbeer.

Hermione nodded. Last week alone they had broken up three times.

They stood in silence for a few moments, Ginny drinking the rest of her second butterbeer.

"Look, Hermy, I'm gonna go f-find Luna. You go t-talk to Fleur. You only live once.", she said, holding up a single finger.

Hermione watched her walk away, and then turned her eyes back on Fleur. She had paused in her dancing to be led away for a drink with Cho Chang. Jealousy erupted inside of her. So, Cho had finally moved on had she?

Cho and Hermione had went out for exactly three months and twenty three days. Three long months and twenty three days of love and drama. There had been the time she had caught Cho cheating on her with Cedric. That had been a huge blow to their relationship. But Hermione had taken her back, Cho reassuring her that she still loved her and was just young and stupid, and Hermione was willing to forgive and forget as much as she could.

It was hard, dating the beautiful and popular captain of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team. Jealousy stabbed at Hermione, when she saw the way Cho smiled at attractive girls, and teased handsome boys. Hermione had tried talking to Cho about her worries but Cho had brushed it off as merely being friendly. Then came the last straw.

When rumors had gotten out that Cho talked in her sleep about loving him, Cho confessed to Hermione her love for Harry. She said it wasn't really a big deal, which they both knew it was. She said she just needed a break from Hermione, said she wanted to see if she was into boys at all. She told Hermione that she really did love her more than anything, and that they could patch things up after a summer apart.

But Hermione couldn't do it anymore. She painfully told Cho that it was over. Cho didn't take it very well. The summer that Cho had planned to be a break from Hermione, was anything but. Hermione got letters daily from Cho, sometimes splattered with tears, sometimes with a hint of a love potion. But Cho would never enchant Hermione like that. If Hermione knew one thing about Cho, she wanted love to be real, honest, free. That's why after Cho had lied and cheated on her, Hermione had taken her back. She knew that Cho was better than that; that Cho knew better than that.

Then September 1st came, and it was a strange reality, the afterlife of their relationship. It was as if it had never happened at all. Neither of them spoke to each other. Hermione would have considered a friendship with her, and Cho might have as well, but if they wanted anything of the sort they certainly never showed any signs of it at all. They hadn't had a single conversation since the day they broke up, and Hermione had never answered any of her letters.

Now, Christmas time was here, and Hermione hadn't dated, hadn't kissed, hadn't had anything with anyone, "since Cho." as she referred to it.

But tonight that could change. Fleur was, if anything, possibility. Possibility that Hermione wanted more than ever, now that Cho had decided to move in for the kill. She wouldn't give up. Cho was just a mere obstacle to Hermione now. She was up for the challenge.

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