I don't know why I am writing, I don't think I ever finished a story that I've started. I just felt the need to write and this happens to be one of my favorite pairing. Annd it's a dark depressing day since it's raining in Florida and not cold at all since it's so close to the holidays and I'm tired of studying.

Disclaimer: The characters in this story are not mine and not made from my imagination. Thus I claim no profit from this and characters are properties of their creator and I give much props to them. With this the story line probably won't be 100% original and whatnot since my muses are everyone on this site.

So, enjoy? Constructive comments are welcome, comments that are out there just to cause problems are not. Since I don't even know where I am going with this the rating will stay at T for now. I don't even have a proper story line figured out, right now just a prologue. Without further adieu we shall get to it.(I should also mention that this is so very AU)

Prologue

I'm sitting here waiting like I always seem to be. Waiting for the right time, waiting for there to be a right time and always waiting for the right words to form in my mouth. Neither of those things seem to be right now, seems though just waiting hasn't been enough. Those willing to forge their own time and not wait will taste the sweet fruit sooner right? But, if you don't wait for the fruit to ripe it will be bitter and if you wait too long someone else, a bug even will taste the sweet fruit before you. That which I can not allow that to happen.

With that, I'm still sitting here waiting for the time, a time that might not come and while waiting I am making sure that no bugs will eat my sweet fruit while I am waiting for her to ripen.

I believe this is the point in the story to make an adequate introduction. My name is Fleur Delacour; I am currently holding the position of the new charms teacher at Hogwarts and I have been waiting 3 years for this, this moment when this young girl whose captured my heart and doesn't know it is old enough for me to even think about making a move or attempt to make a move. Since having an illicit sexual affair with a student would be frowned upon. Hermione Granger might be my biggest challenge but, I wouldn't be French if I didn't try.

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I feel that there is something missing from my life, I have everything that I could possibly want. I finally have the boy that I want, it's my final year of Hogwarts and I have become head girl, and Voldemort was finally defeated and we all can relax. Even with all that I feel like I am waiting for something, something that I am longing for something more, more excitement, more love, tender love. Just something more. Ron and I are walking hand in hand on our way to the great hall for opening feast, my hand in his feeling clammy calloused fingers, his lopsided grin and messy red locks are all traits that I thought I wanted, but now, now I feel as if what I wanted is not what I truly wanted.

When we walked into the Great Hall and I noticed that a few of the regular teacher are back and with that I noticed a few new faces one being on that I recognized. I stopped and stood in my tracks at this as Ginny and Harry walked next to me

"What is Phlegm doing here?"

And with that a feeling of distaste filled the air when I looked over at Ron's now purple face.

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Ahhhhh, how was that. Don't ask about the name. About the name, I was going to leave it untitled but, the name came to me when I was writing about fruit. .;;

Tschüs, for now