Title: It Could All Be So Simple

Rating: PG-13, will be R later

Pairing: Fleur/Hermione.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

Summary: It's been normal for quite sometime in the magical world, but now things are about to change with the approach of a tournament. Hermione must deal with the changes life throws her direction and find a way to keep her friendships strong. Little did she know that life's biggest challenge was yet to come... Romance.

A/N: I love Hemione/Fleur fics and I have always wished that there were more of them around with long chapters and frequent updates. This is my first time writing something that hasn't dealt with Sailormoon. Feedback is important. Let me know if you like what I have so far and if it is worth continuing. Suggestions are appreciated!

It Could All Be So Simple

Ch. 1. There is No Sense of Normalcy.

Life was not always this complicated. It was a time when events occurred peacefully and people gotten along together in a friendly manner. In this present situation everything is reaching a boiling point, which leaves no one safe or happy. This could be considered the new beginning or indefinite end to the world as we know of it.

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Before the goblet of fire set off a chain of horrible events, things were just beginning to become normal. We arrived at Hogwarts from the long ride of the carriages and could hardly control the grumbling of our stomachs. As a prefect, I had the honor and duty to make sure the new students would arrive intact and waiting eagerly for Professor McGonagall to march them into the Great Hall for the sorting to commence.

A nudge against my ribs broke my concentration away from the younger students as I turned my attention towards my red haired best friend. "Harry and I are starved Hermione! When will you be finished your prefect duties so that we may eat?"

"Just a minute longer, Ronald." As my eyes scanned over the heads of the other students, I spotted the Head of Gryffindor coming our direction. "And there she is..." I sighed.

"Yes." Harry agreed lightly, but not to where my eyes were focused but to the red headed beauty who was none other then Ron's little sister Ginny.

A scowl crossed the face of Ron as he realized where Harry's eyes rested, but the expression dissolved quickly when the mention of the great feast had been said by another student close by.

As we walked to our house table, I couldn't help but glance at the teacher's table that held one of our closest and dearest of friends, Hagrid. He nearly knocked over the pitcher of pumpkin juice as he caught my eyes and waved quite excitedly towards us.

"Look guys!" I poked both Harry and Ron in the arm to grab their attention towards the waving half giant before we sat down at the large table.

"Good to be back." Harry's voice was filled with emotion as he sat in between Ron and me as opposed to his usual seat, which was directly across the table from us.

A loud clap shattered the moment as both Harry and I jumped from our seats by the unexpected noise. "I'm ready to dig my teeth into this delicious meal cooked by our house elves!" Ron's expression mirrored the look of pure greed and hunger. It was almost comical.

Before I could respond, I heard the clearing of a throat from the teacher's table and at once knew that the great Professor Dumbledore was about to start the feast.

"This new year will be unlike any other that you have witnessed before. We have visitors that will be staying this entire school year at Hogwarts." Chattering erupted at the tables from this tidbit of news and Dumbledore paused long enough to peak everyone's interest.

"I wonder who could be these new guests?" Harry kept his eyes forward but his questioned was directed to no one in particular.

"Lets just hope all of this talking will be over a nice steaming plate of food." Ron looked around the attention bound students that were staring at Dumbledore then back down to his empty plate.

"No such luck..." I mumbled back just before Dumbledore pointed to the door of the Great Hall for the guests to come through and be introduced.

"Give a round of applause to the beautiful ladies of Beauxbatons Academy of Magic." Dumbledore's voice seemed to vibrate the walls as the young ladies clad in a light blue dress uniform marched into the Great Hall.

Annoyance from all of the males gawking at the arrival of new females made me turn my head to the event that was taking place in front of me. Instead I focused my intentions to a book I was dying to read and blocked out the rest of the noise around me. A minute later the hall was completely silent, I lifted my head from the book to see what caused this halt of noise and saw a blonde haired female walking gracefully to where the others of her school sat.

I nudged Harry in the ribs to see what was going on, but his eyes held this glazed over expression and as I looked around to the others, so did they. "What is going on?"

"Shhh...Hermione!" Ron raised his hand as if to motion for me to quiet down. My eyebrows shot up so far it blended into my hairline as I sat quietly to watch this spectacle.

Ice blue eyes pierced into my brown pair as I realized that she heard everything that was said between Ron and me. A light blush stole across my cheeks but I continue to hold my head high and wait for the feast to begin.

No soon as the blonde haired girl sat down at the Beauxbatons' table did the male students of Durmstrang entered and began to put on a nice show that even held my interest. I noticed how the level of noise rose after the mysterious girl with blue eyes sat down. Or maybe it was the presence of Victor Krum the quidditch star that caused the uproar by students. But anyways, I stopped staring in her direction when I realized that both Ron and Harry were looking at me as if I had grown three heads.

"What now?" An exasperated sigh was let out as I stared at the boys with a mixture of confusion and annoyance.

"I thought you were hungry and here you are staring at that poor Beauxbaton girl as if she was abnormal." Between a mouth full of food and breathing, Ron managed to get a sentence without having to gag for air. A huge accomplishment for him.

Harry ran his hand through his unruly jet black hair and smiled. "Please do not tell me the great and smart witch, Hermione Granger, is jealous of a beautiful witch from a distant school."

It seemed as if half of the table must have been listening to our conversation for a speckle of laughter was heard after what he had said. I blushed again and decided against denying it profusely.

One point for Harry, I thought, mentally calculating all of the points we have worked towards in our playful banter over the years of knowing each other.

"I am guess there will be no quidditch since the new guests are here." I looked around the table at those who were eavesdropping with hopes of discouraging the practice.

"Nonsense, Harry and I have already drawn out plans for the victory of the House cup!" Ron slapped Harry on the back hard after he finished talking and almost caused Harry to choke on his sausage.

Eyes watering, Harry looked at me and offered his opinion. "I would hope that quidditch will continue despite the new visitors."

I hurried to fix a sandwich before the food would disappear and then hastily stored it inside of my robes for later tonight. The feast was over and I had to escort the lower classman to our dormitories.

"Straight line please and do try to keep up." I pointedly stated as I marched up the moving stairwells, gave the password, and went through the Gryffindor's secret door, the Fat Lady portrait.

After everyone was tucked away, I decided to take my late night prefect patrol and then call it night. As I walked through the corridors I took advantage of the quiet moment to marvel at the beauty of Hogwarts. It wasn't till I was near the library did I hear quiet footsteps close by.

Raising up my wand and with a firm voice I said, "Show yourself."

"No need to be so aggressive Madesmoiselle Granger, are you not?" Blue eyes gazed into brown as the older woman decided to assess the situation.

My heart fluttered for a second before I scowled at the woman before me who had attracted so much attention in the Great Hall.

"How do you know my name?" My voice cracked just a bit before I caught it and continued with the question.

She smiled and let her eyes wander over my body in a way that made me blush a shade darker. "You are Harry Potter's best friend, non? Everyone speak of him and of the people that he most associates with, if you haven't notice."

A frown crossed my face at the fact that people gossip about things that should not be of their concern. Shaking my head, I cleared these negative thoughts out of my head and decided to deal with the pressing matters of the present.

"I do not know how it is in your school, but at Hogwarts students must be in their bed by 12am for class begins early."

"Ahhh..." She chewed on her bottom lip for a few seconds as if to maul over every syllable that I had in my sentence until it made perfect sense. "then I too shall make my way back to the dormitory to collect some much needed sleep. Thank you Madesmoiselle Granger and good night. " And with that said she quickly turned her back to me with her golden hair falling perfectly down her back.

I wanted to say something smart, but every word I tried to utter was soon stuck into my throat. But before she was out of my sight I managed to gain some control over the English language again. "What is your name?"

The golden hair beauty stopped in mid-step and turned to face me again. "My name is Fleur Delacour. You can just call me Fleur." She smiled at me, showing two even rows of white teeth and a dimple.

I wanted to hate her and if I could not feel that extremely then at least I could strongly dislike her for some reason. But for whatever the case maybe, I found out that by meeting her face to face I could neither hate or strongly dislike her. By placing a name to this mystery of a woman I had realized what I must avoid in order to keep whatever sense of normal from slipping from my grasp. It was after all a simple name.

Fleur.