Note: this was designed to be a one shot, but I am incapable of making things simple and down to the point. I'm also more of a various but small chapters than few but long ones. This one is mostly to explain both of their backgrounds. I didn't expect many to actually read it, but from all the Favorite/Story Alert emails I've been receiving, I'm really happy I stuck with the idea of making this longer. Thank you all! Specially Sarah for her enthusiasm.


Hermione was now staring at her wardrobe. She figured that she had been doing a lot of staring that day. Fleur hadn't mentioned it, but she was almost sure that the bar would be a muggle one. Karaoke wasn't really a wizard thing, specially since there was several spells that could improve your singing or simply change your voice to make it exactly like you wanted it to be, which made karaoke lose all the fun. That meant that she could wear her normal clothes. She sighed. It was way too cold to use only a dress and she didn't find any tight that would match with any of them and still keep her warm. And she wasn't much of a skirt type, after all, they always keep lifting up on their own and I don't really know how to deal with the all the men's stare.

She ran her fingers through her hair. I'm not going for slutty, please. We're going to a bar, not a motel. Except her heart kept telling her that she should wear whatever made her feel like a sex goddess because if Fleur wanted to get drunk, she would have a lovely opportunity to get lucky. That's so rude. It's an awful thing to think. She probably just wants to have fun. Except her mind knew it wasn't an awful thing to think about at all and kept creating scenarios where the blonde would be in her bed telling her it didn't matter what she chose to wear as long as it was easy to take it off.

And as Hermione tried to settle down her hormones, she decided what she would wear after all: her black pants that Ginny said made her bum look great, a black silk top and a 3 4 sleeve black jacket. She separated some long gold necklaces and bracelets that matched her hair and her high heel boots. All in all, she was pretty confident she had a sexy tomboy style going on. And these are certainly easy to take it off.


Fleur on the other hand had chosen her outfit the night before. She couldn't deny that she was pretty excited about the date. Well, it eez a date, eezn't it? Her dream only reminded her of her best hopes for the evening. It was the first opportunity to actually hit on Hermione without feeling guilty about it: there was no Ron, there was no Bill.

Because if there was one thing Fleur knew, it was that she had a crush on Hermione since the Triwizard Tournament. At the time they were both single, of course, but she felt way older than the brunette at the time. She was only 14 and being a part Veela at 17 meant that you already had very sexual feelings towards your crush. She was ashamed at the time, thinking of Hermione in that way. So she simply let it go. It seemed like Viktor Krum, of course, didn't feel like she did and went for it. That particular attitude not only left Fleur a little astonished at the boy but also a little jealous every time she faced them together.

It was a whole new situation when she started dating Bill Weasley. Fleur really thought that she was in love with him: she liked his company more than anyone else's and making out with him was also nice, so it must be it, right? Wrong. That isn't what being in love feels like at all. This eez called friends with benefits except one of them is enjoying it way more than the other. But things were moving on so quickly that Fleur never really thought that maybe there was something more out there, specially when there was a War going on. Bill was her first and then suddenly the next thing she knew they were engaged and the next thing she knew she couldn't take it anymore.

Things were cool between her and Bill after much screaming followed by much crying. He was hurt and she gave him space, spending months in France. It was like she found out who she was again: she felt free to fall in love a little bit with every crush she had and discovered that many of these women actually felt the same for her. She wouldn't admit it to anyone else, but she always knew that she liked girls and had made out with plenty of her schoolmates. But the problem is, she has always feared the next step. The thought of being rejected was much to her pride and truth is, boys are much easier. While in Paris she felt at home and decided to go for it. Before somebody else does. Like Krum did. I 'ave always hated the Bulgarians, such rude creatures, sometimes.

So Fleur Delacour was back to London with a new job and a new life ahead of her. After her more deepened french experiences she was determined to give her sexuality plenty of space to be free. Needless to say, the Veela inside her was very, very happy with the prospective.

Specially since she noted how Hermione responded to her touch. To her words, even. And the way she reacted when Fleur told her she was a lesbian. And the fact that they had a date tonight.


It's almost time. Her hair was straightened in waves and kept messing her vision, for she was not accustomed to it like that at all. But it's something different. Hermione was doing her make up at 9:45. She decided it would be the last thing she would do since she didn't wanted it ruined before her… Date. It's a date.

When she was done with her black eye liner, she took a look at the mirror. I'd sleep with me if I weren't me. She smiled pleased at her reflection, adding a spell to keep her make up on the entire night. I don't think I'll ever get over the fact that I'm going out with the woman, the woman, who was married to my ex boyfriend's brother and was my best friend's competitor in the Triwizard Tournament, who also happens to be part Veela, French and a Beauxbaton's perfect. If someone had told her that 5 years ago she would be laughing hysterically right now.

She got her overall and her purse and went to the address Fleur had given her. Her wand was inside her purse, just for precaution. After the life she had led thus far it was hard to miss some habits.

It was now 10:10. Hermione was in front of a beautiful old building, staring at the door. It's the third time today. She looked at her clock. She didn't want to look particularly eager to the date, so decided to wait five minutes before calling Fleur. It was a nice thing that she could take a very, very long shower just a hour ago because otherwise she wouldn't be able to control what her stomach was doing.

"'Ermione!", there was a scream from the third floor, "Eez that you?"

No fucking way. The brunette looked from where the voice was coming and sure enough, there she was. Fleur was in her balcony, stretched over the handrail, looking at her. Does she have any kind of supervision or something?

"Uh, yeah! It's me. I was just about to call you!", Hermione screamed back, looking over her shoulders to make sure no one was watching her apparently scream with a building.

"No need, then! I'll be downstairs in a second!" the blonde responded, making some kind of hand gesture Hermione couldn't really see.

"Sure! I'll be waiting!" she said, feeling a little stupid. I should've just called her before I got here. And then an old man in his pyjamas appeared in the first floor balcony and stared at her. She was much closer to him and it was beginning to get uncomfortable to hold his gaze. She looked away and trying to ignore the man, who was very still and was starting to creep her out with his long white moustache.

"Bonsoir, 'Ermione!", Fleur appeared in the entrance of the building, smiling broadly and walking rather quickly towards her date, "How long have you been here?"

"Just got here", Hermione said still half looking to the man in the balcony. There was something off with him. As he finally got back into his apartment, she turned her full attention towards Fleur. She had to repress a gasp to the sight in front of her. The blond was wearing an one shoulder pinkish dress with layers, a silver belt in her waist and black thighs with a matching overall. With a cherry on top, Hermione noticed she was wearing very high heels.

"Are you okay?", Fleur asked, getting right where the brunette stood.

"Yeah, I'm great. You look really beautiful, Fleur. You didn't mention I was supposed to dress up so nicely", Hermione was now smiling involuntarily. She couldn't help it. But she didn't actually mean her last sentence. She didn't feel self conscious about her look at all this time.

"Merci! I thought maybe we could go somewhere else after the bar… But I don't know what you are talking about! You are absolutely charming!", Fleur was smiling in a very seductive way and Hermione felt her cheeks go a little warm at that.

"Thank you. May I greet you properly now?", Hermione said before pulling her date into a hug. She inhaled deeply and learned that Fleur smelled like lilies and sunshine. The French kissed her cheeks once more as soon as they parted and she felt a sudden will to hold her once again.

"I'm glad you British sometimes still have some warm manners!", Fleur said, smiling once again. As I certainly hope to check tonight.

"Oh please. We just have a very pronounced sense of personal space."

"Well, zat is true. But we don't. So," Fleur got her left arm around Hermione's right one and started walking, "I think it's time to go. I'll show the way. It's getting cold and we should get there early if we wanna check the wild transformations alcohol can make."

"And that is a very subtle way of saying you wanna go through them yourself. I can't wait to see you drunk, though", Hermione said, happily accepting the closeness they shared. It was comfortable, it didn't seem rushed and it wasn't sexual. Yet.

"I 'ave been in control for too long, dear. It 'ad become increasingly boring. I think you should try to loosen up a bit yourself."

But there was no response to that. Hermione let herself be carried by Fleur to their destination while her brain worked at full speed. I like the way she's so straight forward about what she has in mind. And I like the fact that, unlike the times Ron did that, I actually enjoy it. She didn't want to make comparisons but it was hard, specially when she and Ron had broken up just a few months ago. It was kind of mutual agreement since they still wanted to be friends and the relationships was leading to more arguments than they could handle. It was a big heartbreak and there wasn't really a big reason behind it all: neither had cheated on each other or something like that, it was simply a matter of falling out of love. And that, above all, it's quite sad.

But tonight she didn't feel sad at all. After a minute, Fleur, who seemed to be lost in her mind for a bit as well, started talking again about a new creature that she'd seen in France and how amazing it was. It seemed like a flower that could change her colour depending on the mood surrounding her and when the feelings were too strong, it'd transform into some small animal. Hermione was happy to have her mind back at where she was and whom she was with and asked her all about it.

As they were walking rather slowly, they arrived at Twist And Shout in ten minutes. Both women could swear that it was only two, though.