MEET ME AT MIDNIGHT

(A/N: This is my first fan fic, so be easy with me. Thanks you guys!!!! Disclaimer, I do not own any of the characters or any related stuff about HP JK Rowling does. She' a genius!!!!!!!)

Hermione's POV

I'm staring at her again, me Hermione Granger, is staring again at a goddess named Fleur Delaceur, I mean there's nothing wrong at staring at another girl, but then again, if you stare too long or fantasize about this other person, a girl to say the least, then I could finally conclude with myself that something is definitely wrong with me.

I mean I've never liked girls before, I mean the like like girls…I've liked girls in a friendly way. I mean I like Ginny because she's such a great kid and she's Ron's little sister. And Lavender and Parvati, I liked them because they're fun to be with. But I've never like like them, not ever. So, why Fleur?

Of course I could never deny that she's that damn beautiful. That she has a gorgeous body, a 36-24-36 stats. That she practically turns on the male hormone when she passes. And to top it all of, she's smart. Not that airhead you might be thinking of. But really smart, she could practically devour every complex lesson in that pretty little head of hers. And not to mention, as if all this weren't enough, she's part veela that definitely adds a lot to her charms.

Only a limited number of people are immune to her charms. Two I know of, one is Harry and the other is Snape. I wish I could say that I was immune too, but sad to say I've fallen into a trap that I've tried not to fall into.

So, here I am. Another day in my seemingly dull life, staring at her again, picking on my food, because I'm just that distracted. I sighed once, I sighed twice.

"'Mione you ok?" Harry asked me with that usual concern of his.

"Yeah…" I said somewhat distractedly.

"Who are you staring at?...Malfoy? 'Coz you've been looking at his direction for quite some time."

Someone choked beside me. Ron, his mouth is usually stuffed with food.

"No," I said somewhat annoyed. "What give you the idea that I would be staring at Malfoy?!" I have to snap out of it. As if I willed it to be, she turned her head at my direction and almost hinted a smile at her lips, as if to tell me I know what's going on.

I dropped my fork under the table and quickly ducked in after it. As I was about to get up, "Owww!" I yelped. I hit my head on the table.

"You okay?" Harry asked.

I sat up straight and looked at him. I couldn't dare look at her direction, I'm so embarrassed.

"Yes, Harry I'm fine," I said curtly. "I wasn't staring at Malfoy; please… give me a little more credit. I was thinking about or Potions assignment, that's why it seemed I was staring at something. "I stood up, "Now if you'll excuse me, I have to get something for my head."

I began walking towards the door.

"Potions?" Ron asked bewildered. "But it's Saturday."

"You know 'Mione, "Harry replied. "She's always thinking about homework."

"I heard that," I muttered and then raced out of the room.

It was a bright morning, and here I am out at the grounds enjoying the view of the lake. So calm and serene, like nothing lurks underneath it, just like me.

It's a good thing I found this spot in third year; it allows me to shut out the rest of the world. I sighed again, for what seemed like the hundredth time this morning.

I dabbed the cold cloth at the bump on my forehead. I have to get her out of my thoughts. What would Harry and Ron think if they found out. They almost did, and Viktor, let's not even go there.

"How's your forehead?" A voice behind me asked.

My back straightened and stiffened at the same time. Oh please, no. This is going to be a nightmare. Surprisingly, she speaks perfect English. No wonder, she's your regular scholar. I could speak French, but somehow I always got i9t all mixed up in my tongue.

She sat down gracefully beside me and handed me something.

"What's that?" I asked, staring at it as if it's going to explode and broadcast to the whole world my deepest and most intimate secrets.

She laughed, like chimes struck by the wind.

"It's something for your bump. It will reduce the swelling and the pain in a few seconds, but it will hurt just a little bit."

"Oh…thank you." I said taking it.

She covered my hand with hers.

"Let me put it on you."

"That's ok…" My heart was beginning to pound and it was accelerating by the minute.

"Don't be such a little girl." She interrupted me.

Fleur then tilted my head and my eyes met hers. She smiled and then dabbed the ointment on my bump.

"Owww, owww, owww—" I flinched at the pain.

"Ssshhh," she whispered, and then blew on it. "Better?" she asked.

"Yes," I then stood up. I was starting to panic. I was new at this and I didn't know on what to make of the situation.

"Ummm…I have to go, thank you so much." I said. As if that sentence was just one word.

I turned around and began walking towards the school.

"Hermione Granger?" she called after me, after I was a few feet away.

I stopped in my tracks.

"Meet me at midnight, next to the astronomy tower. If you won't come…I understand."

I then bolted away like a frightened colt after that.

This is my dilemma. Why did Fleur asked me to meet her at midnight? I've had stranger requests from Harry and Ron, but this is strange as it could get. Fleur, the most beautiful girl at Hogwarts, and she asked me to meet her at midnight next to the astronomy tower. Should I go, or should I not go?

I glanced at my watch. It's already 11:30 pm. Most of the girls are asleep. And here I am still debating. Maybe it was just a joke. Another ridicule for geeky, nerdy, boring Hermione Granger, or maybe she finally uncovered the depths of my lust infested stares. Nah. It couldn't be. That's impossible, isn't it?

I was still fully dressed, and on my bed is Harry's invisibility cloak. It's a good thing he forgot to ask for it back, I sighed. I went over by the window sill and stared down at the grounds. Maybe I shouldn't go, I mean sneaking out after hours would get me into trouble, right?

I glanced at my watch again, it's already 12:05! Have I been thinking about it that long? I jumped down from the window sill and grabbed Harry's cloak. She said midnight, didn't she? Maybe she left, but then again…I hate it when my curiosity gets the better of me.