Author's Note: So, this is my very first fanfic, and my first written story. So please forgive me for any and all usage of bad grammar, and spelling mistakes. J.K. Rowling owns all rights to Harry Potter and the wonderful characters, I am just playing around with them.

Author's Note: 7-22-14 I have rewrote this chapter (kinda). Hopefully I don't procrastinate and not finish this story. I'm sorry for the long wait guys. Also, I'm not sure when a new chapter will be up. But I think I'm going to begin writing on it soon.

"'Mione!" whispered a certain red-headed favorite of mine as she shook me gently.

"What Gin? I'm still so tired." I grumbled sitting up, rubbing sleep out of my eyes. I hadn't really been asleep, it was just too hard to fall asleep when you were nervous for no apparent reason. Two different schools were supposed to join us in Hogwarts today.

"You need to get ready 'Mione. Drumstrang and Beauxbaton are about to arrive and Professor Dumbledore wants us all in the great hall before they do." Ginny replied with a smile, then said, "By the way, nice boulder holder." I blushed.

"Wha-" looking down, I noticed that my black button up shirt just so happened to be unbuttoned. In which case, made my pink unicorn bra visible . By that time my face was on fire.

"Why yo-" I started, then Ginny kissed my cheek and sped off giggling like a madwoman out of the dormitories.

"I'll get you Ginny Weasley! I swear it!" I yelled as I began to get dressed.

By 6:30 p.m. I was in the great hall, chatting with Harry and Ronald.

"So Harry, when's the next quidditch game against Slytherin?" Ron had asked just before the doors to the great hall opened to reveal Mr. Filch. Who then ran up, or rather, limped quite quickly to Dumbledore and whispered into his ear.

"Students, it seems our guests have finally arrived. I would like to welcome the Drumstrangs!" Dumbledore said rather enthusiastically. That's when the doors burst open again making me squeak in surprise. Red fur coats marched in.

You could hear the rhythm in their steps as they marched together as one, making their way to Dumbledore's podium.

"Albus!" one strange man had said, pulling Dumbledore into what one would call a 'man hug'.

"Karkaroff!" Dumbledore smiled, with that twinkle in his eye. They must be old friends of sorts. I turned my head back towards the doors just as blue feminine figures appeared.

"Blimy! Would you look at that!" Ron exclaimed. I rolled my eyes, frustrated at him. Does he not respect women enough to at least have the decency to not stare. The Beauxbatons were graceful, and really quite beautiful at that, which made me a bit envious. As they walked up to Dumbledore I had this sickening feeling in the pit of my stomach. Was sickening the right word? No. It was like flutters. Like butterflies, or birds in my case. But why? I stood, thinking that I was going to be sick, then made eye contact with the most gorgeous girl I have ever seen.

My breath hitched and I couldn't tear my eyes away from her. It was like she demanded my attention, and I craved to give it to her. She smirked, as if she knew what she was doing to me.

"'MIONE!" Ron yelled, making me flinch.

"What Ronald? You don't have to yell!" I said angrily.

"What the bloody hell was that all about? I've been trying to get your attention for three minutes! You know her or something?" Ron asked, face red as if he were jealous. Harry just looked at me strangely, but decided to stay out of whatever was beginning to brew.

"Honestly Ronald, sometimes I swear you're like a five-year old. No I do not know her!" I yelled, now furious at him.

"You know 'Mione, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you like-" Ron started. I snapped.

"Good day Ronald!" Standing up, I grabbed my stuff and stormed out of the great hall, not noticing the soft blue eyes watching me with curiosity the whole time.

"Why can't Ronald ever just act his age?" I ask myself still angry. "Oh yeah that's right, because he's a guy." rambling on. 'I wonder how he would react if I told him that I like girls.' Giggling at that, I turned the corner only to run into a firm, but soft body. There for a moment, words were lost as delicate, feminine hands steadied me.

"I am so sorr-" words caught in my throat as I looked up to see that gorgeous girl from Beauxbaton.

"Non non, none of zat ma chérie. I should be ze one to apologize." She said. Are all French this polite? Are all French this amazing? My mind raced as she got closer.

"You looked quite angry. I was just checking to see if you were alright. Forgive me zo, eet iz none of my business." She trailed off. Finally able to look at her while having controllable thoughts I smiled.

"No.. I'm fine. It's just.." I sighed. "Nevermind." Blushing, I took a step back. "Thank you though, I appreciate your concern miss?" I asked shyly.

"Oh, forgive me, I'm Fleur. Fleur Delacour." Her name is Fleur. That's such a beautiful name. She's so beautiful.

"Hermione Granger." Smiling I held out my hand. Fleur looked at it as if she questioned it's existence. "Um.. in England, people shake hands after they meet.. But if you don't want too." Worried that I might have offended her, I let my hand fall back to my side. Fleur looked at my face before grabbing my hand and giving it a gentle shake.

"Do not worry ma chérie. I was just confused for un moment. In France we greet like zis." She took a step forward kissing both of my cheeks rather softly, then stepping back. I thought I couldn't get any more red, until she smirked. 'What is this woman doing to me?'

"Well mademoiselle Granger, I must return to the carriage. I bid you goodnight ma chérie." Fleur began to walk by but I turned to touch her shoulder, stopping her.

"Hermione. Call me Hermione, please?" I asked, barely above a whisper. Fleur grinned.

"Oui, of course 'Ermione." Smiling, I then bid her a goodnight also and returned to the Gryffindor dormitories. My heart fluttering and a rather large smile on my face.