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An ABC of Love

"I am dominated by one thing, an irresistible, burning attraction towards the abstract".
-Gustave Moreau

ATTRACTION

HERMIONE

Attraction is this magnetic charm coming from another or more likely the opposite sex. Well that was just one of the many definition by some books that I have read. Though what catches my attention to this word is the act itself. Really, how can this attraction affect us so much that it could cause a very climatic turning point in our life? And, how could boys possibly have this kind of attraction towards that blond? Of course by the means of this kind of attraction; they are drooling like dumbstruck idiots.

Oh,Yes that blond. The goody-two-shoes, narcissistic, overly flirtatious and guess what she's that oh, so gorgeous Tri-Wizard champion Fleur Delacour. That woman thinks she's too good for everyone here at Hogwarts. Honestly, it irks me, until today that half of the population of men in Hogwarts, yes that includes Harry and Ronald, are still gawking at her ever since the moment she and her fellow Beauxbatons made their entrance in the Great Hall.

Yes, they made their entrance here at Hogwarts, silly dancing and butterflies, it's so much 'girly' for my taste. And my gods, who would wear silk in a cold weather like here in England? They'd probably want to freeze to death here. I chuckled, how stupid for not considering the weather. I rolled my eyes.

I willed myself to not look at them but of course you cannot stop curiosity, right? So I let myself look around that evening and eventually catching that deep blue eyes. Her deep blue eyes.

That was our first encounter. The next one she actually said something, her French accented her English, it felt like an angel was talking to me. Her voice, sweet and melodious that it rang in my ears over and over again. I actually have to mentally slap myself to understand what she was saying. I couldn't quite catch what she was saying because I'm stuck in my own la-la-la world while hoping that she came to know me or something, but sadly she just wanted some more bouillabaisse and that they ran out on their table. Really Hermione? Why would she talk to you? You're just a know-it-all, she doesn't have an interest towards you and I know she is not gay, and neither am I. My eyes suddenly caught a glimpse of Ron, I narrowed my eyes at him, why is he turning purple? That bloody boy was turning purple by the moment just because he was blushing. Well, why would he be blushing? My eyes darted back to that blond, she started asking again for the dish, I huffed, Ron could be a git at times. I really couldn't get more angry at him for being a boy so I vented out my anger back to that new girl. I grabbed the dish that was in front of me realizing it was the bouillabaisse she was asking for and I practically shoved the bouillabaisse to her and frowned. God, that was stupid of me and kind of harsh. That concludes our second encounter.

Today is a Saturday, of course, there are less people crowding the tables in the Library. It's a perfect day to go do homework and read advance lessons. I smiled, nothing could ruin this day...

"Excusez-moi?"

... or so I thought. She just had to show up and talk to me. Wait! Talk? I turned my head towards the direction of that familiar voice, that sweet melody that was stuck in my mind for the past few dragging days.

"Uh, Y-yes?" great going Hermione, you just had to stutter. Then again, I can't help it. This tingling feeling, this irresistible pull towards her is driving me mad, if only I do not feel this way I could totally ignore her but no, my eyes just had to roam her features, head to toe, toe to head. I wonder, why, sometimes I get so irritated at the same time feel at awe towards her. What confuses me the most is that she's part-Veela which would mean that male creatures are the only one that is affected by her thrall, but why do I have this feeling that her thrall's just pulsing right into my skin? No, it's not just possible, her thrall is not affecting me. But I refuse to believe that I'm attracted to her; she's nothing but a self-centred French woman who can't even say my name right. Crap, I felt my face heat up.

"If you would not mind, could you 'elp me look for a book on ze dark arts?"

"S-sure, there are some here with me and on that shelf" I said pointing to the shelf across the table I was sitting at. I moved my attention back to work. I should just ignore her. I sighed lightly to my resolve. A few moments had passed and I was hoping that she would budge from her spot. But no, she had to stand there like she was waiting for me to grab the books. I gritted my teeth, what the bloody hell was she waiting for? Should I just kick her arse over there and get done with her? Really? the nerve of this... ugh. I shifted on my seat, waiting for her to move. She didn't even falter from her position. I grunted. I harshly pulled out of the chair. Her head perked-up, good, she noticed that at least. I looked at her, no, I glared at her so that she would get that 'I'm very irritated that I was disturbed' look, I unwillingly compelled to stand up and walk right to that shelf. Fleur moved a little to give me space to walk out. I gave her a slight nod though my eyes were seething with hardness. She on the other hand just smirked. The nerve!

I ignored her and she followed. Really was she mad?

The smell of parchment wafted under my nostrils, I guessed she had opened yet another book about dark arts. Slowly my eyes followed her finger movements, her soft tapping was driving me crazy yet it was making me calm like water droplets dripping on a lake after the rain. Her inch-long nails slightly scrapping after a tap, kept my attention drawn to her. Slowly my eyes traveled up to her creamy wrist, to her arms that were covered with blue silk from their uniform, to her chest, to her long neck, to her luscious lips and lastly to her ice cold orbs. Everything that my eyes ran through kept my attention for a minute or so. I wonder if she noticed. My breath hitched as I saw her eyes darted and stared back at me. Why now? Couldn't she just looked back at me after I was done staring at her?

"I cannot help noticing, you're practically staring at moi from across ze table" It wasn't a question, it was a statement and she knew I was gawking at her, well gawking is an overstatement. My eyes slowly moved down to look at her lips, the movement on how she said every syllable was hypnotizing. And she was smirking yet again! What is with that smirking? I huffed. Is this attraction? Am I experiencing it already? Is it this hard to ignore, to get over, and to control? I gulped and shook my head. It's just in your head Hermione, it's just in your head.

"What? I'm not staring at you. Who in the right mind would say that I willingly stare at you?" Who does she think she is? That bloody arse of her is so damn thick. My eyes narrowed. Doesn't she get the point already? My actions says that I don't want her here. Well that's a lie because my feelings speaks otherwise.

"Well, you 'ave pretty said enough. I am just trying to start a simple conversation and zis kind of silence is stiffening, non?" She moved a little closer than necessary; I could feel her warm sweet breath over my face. I hitched my breath. Looking at her this close would be the death of me. I feel like I'm suffocating.

"W-Well, this silence is very comforting to me. I don't really desire to start a conversation with you because I'm still rather pissed that you disturbed me and chose to sit at the same table, while there are plenty of other 'empty' tables out there" pointing my hand to the empty tables just the right of me. I huffed and crossed my arms, god she's frustrating, and she almost, well she caught me staring! I can't have that, can I? She would probably laugh at me for staring like a git. I, for one cannot and will not handle being embarrassed by her. I refuse to do so not until she be embarrassed first.

Huffing, I started to grab my belongings and stuffed them quickly inside my bag, I need to get out of here, as in I'm suffocating just by looking at her. I gave her one last hard look before the chair scrapped loudly on the floor and I, darted out the doors of the library. I left her there staring behind me, a playful smirk laid across her delectable lips. What is with her? What is it with me?

"Ginny! For the last time I am not attracted to her!"

Ugh, why do I have this kind of friends? They're very nosy about things and that includes things that are not meant to be shovelled up from six feet under.

It has been exactly three days since I left Fleur Delacour alone in the library. I had confronted Ginny earlier this morning about her but through a hypothetical way of questioning. I'm so damn stupid for thinking she wouldn't push through it! Now, I'm suffering the insufferable questioning of this red-headed girl.

"I think not, you are definitely 'attracted', I've notice you looking at her sometimes while we have supper down at the Great Hall. You would stare at her for long periods of time, mind you."

"I do not do what you accuse me of doing, Ginerva!"

"Ouch, did I hit the point too hard that you actually said my full name? God, how great am I!" Ginny chuckled.

Ginny is so insufferable at times but I'm grateful she did understand me.

"God, Ginny I don't even know if I swing that way"

"Oh come on Hermione, you have got to be kidding me, you just noticed this now? Hello? Have you ever wondered why I would tease you on being my girlfriend if I didn't know you swing that way?"

"Ginny, those were jokes and I don't take them seriously for the fact that you are my best friend" I paused. I felt my brow knit together. "Ginny! How? When did you notice that I was doing that?"

"Doing what?"

"Looking at girls, swinging that way or rather have this interest on girls, which I do not recall having"

"Well, one fact is that you stare at girls for longer periods of time then you sigh deeply like you're dreaming something good but you seem hopeless about it. Sometimes you actually stutter while talking to your un-aware attraction. You even drool!"

"Ginny! Tell me they're not true!"

"Well okay, the drooling part is not true, but everything else is."

"You didn't answer the when part..."

"Oh, yeah..." she chuckled. "Honestly you've been obvious just recently, I though you just had this little insecurity with other girls who are beautiful in the campus. But when you saw Fleur it was like, BAM. There it was the lovely-hopeless-romantic-Hermione came out."

I frowned as I walked briskly pass the quiet corridors, would it be wise to tell this to Ginny, this attraction towards Fleur. I'm so confused! I'm confused of what is happening to me, it is like I'm unintentionally rejecting her and at the same time freakishly accepting her, argh, I could feel my self shaking irritably just by the mere thought of her. God, her voice is still stuck in my head. I shook it off again. I sighed. I continued walking around the corner but then I heared these familiar voices, it sounded like Ginny and Ron. I stopped, my thoughts stopped and my breath hitched as I realized the 'who' in their conversation.

"Ron! I can't believe you're still drooling at that Phlegm!" Ginny screeched.

"S'What's wrong at looking and admiring Fleur? She's hot! She's beautiful and she blimey... she's an angel sent by the heaven."

"Ugh! God! You bloody git! I can't believe you! She's not beautiful, she's a narcissistic bitch that's self-centred and ugh! I can't will myself to talk to a person who cannot even stop drooling on that girl! At least Hermione thinks the same! That Phlegm thinks she's oh so good and beautiful that she can make every boy drool over her" Her voice went two octaves higher. She was so oblivious about that she never even noticed how I felt about Fleur. Well that scratches out the idea of bringing it up to Ginny. She verbally insulted her right in my face, well not really but still, she can't do that to Fleur. I shook my head, come on Hermione now you're protecting her from Ginny! I closed my eyes, I need to think and devise a plan.

"Hermione?" Ginny's voice came about. I quickly opened my eyes. Ginny could really be stealthy at times and bloody hell she's so god damn good doing it. I wonder if this was her way on getting around recent school gossips. I wondered.

"O-oh, hey Ginny" I smiled and waved nervously.

"What are you doing there? Are you going back to the common room?"

"Yes, I was just going there" I replied.

"Okay I'll come with! And I have to tell you something!"

"What is it about?"

"Phlegm"

"What?"

"It's a 'who', Hermione. It's that Beauxbaton Champion" She shrugged like saying her name was disgusting.

Oh great, just great, she proved it. My best friend, Ginny Weasley, is totally against the idea of Fleur and not to mention I guess she would loathe the idea of me attracted to Fleur altogether, just great.

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