Everyone was over at The Burrow for summer. Charlie sat on the Weasley couch, an arm around Fleur, leaning in to kiss her frequently. Ginny scowled and stormed to her room. "I just can't stand Phlegm" she said venomously. Hermione looked up from the book she was reading. Hermione looked at Ginny. "What ever happened there to make you hate her so much?" Hermione asked, surprised at this latest outburst.
Ginny turned away. Her mind suddenly turned to the Yule Ball from years ago.
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"Ginny Weasley," a French accented voice purred in Ginny's ear, "You are a friend of 'Arry, non?" Ginny turned around and locked eyes with a blue eyed beauty with silver-blonde hair cascading down her shoulders.
Ginny was in the middle of pouring her sixth heaping cup of punch from the punch bowl. Her date with Neville had been going terribly. He had stood on her toes, elbowed her in the ribs, and spat punch out on her dress by mistake. But at least she was at the ball, she sighed.
"Yeah, Yeah I'm friends with Harry," Ginny began, starting to gulp her punch. Fleur smiled and moved closer to Ginny to fill her own punch cup. "This ball is terrible," Fleur giggled. Ginny giggled back. They sat back and watched the weaving dance floor, a bunch of greasy awkward teens too drunk to dance properly.
"I don't know why I came, really" Ginny said, swigging from her punch. Fleur sighed. "I thought it would be fun or I might meet someone cute."
"And how is that going for you?" Ginny laughed. Fleur turned and looked Ginny in the eyes, "I think its going pretty amazingly right now." Ginny paused, surprised. Fleur suddenly reached forward and placed a smooth, pale hand on Ginny's cheek. Ginny could feel a dull blush rising in her cheek. She suddenly became aware of how blue Fleur's eyes were… how dark and long her eye lashes were… how full and pink her lips were.
Fleur leaned in and kissed her. Ginny was shocked at the warmth and softness of Fleur's lips. Fleur deepened the kiss and Ginny felt her soft tongue brush against her own. It only made sense that someone this good looking would be such a good kisser.
Ginny felt her stomach flip and her hands made her way to Fleur's hips, before tracing up Fleur's athletic toned stomach, to her full breasts, and then down to her perfect ass. Fleur responded by pressing herself harder against Ginny, pulling back from the kiss and kissing up Ginny's neck.
"Oh! Putain!"
Fleur suddenly pulled back from Ginny and saw a small group of Beauxbatons girls watching her. "What on earth, Fleur? What do you think you're doing?" they said with disgust.
Fleur looked mortified. She looked from Ginny to the Beauxbatons students. Suddenly she threw out an awkward abrupt laugh, "Ohhhh, I am so drunk!" The Beauxbatons girls broke into laughter and Fleur joined them and swept away.
Ginny was left touching her lips by the punch bowl.
The next day Fleur pretended she had never met her.