I always hated when people took weeks to update stories. how hard could it be, right? LET ME TELL YOU, IT'S IMPOSSIBLE OKAY IM SORRY. So... I hope this is an okay chapter I don't really know if its any good so... YOU TELL ME.

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Hermione was lovestruck. She replayed what she now considered to be the best 20 seconds of her life over and over. She called me her dear. She touched my hand. She smiled at me. She's beautiful. Fleur Delacour. Hermione had never thought so impractically.

On one hand her brain told her; you've just met the girl how could you feel these things towards her. But the other half was a jumbled mess of thoughts about Fleur. She couldn't sleep she was so preoccupied with this internal argument.

For the second time in Hermione's life, she was late. she sprung up after seeing the time, threw on the first thing she saw; and ran downstairs out of the common room and into the great hall. As she sprung through the doors unintentionally dramatically she noticed the majority of the occupants look up to see the late arriver. The disheveled witch blushed furiously and hurried towards her sympathetic looking friends.

Hermione groaned as she grabbed a bowl of porridge and fiercely ate it down until she felt the heat leave her cheeks enough to look up at her friends. As she looked across the table at Ginny she noticed a pair of bright blue eyes from beyond. A young girl who was sitting beside Fleur was staring at Hermione. The young witch giggled after Hermione caught her staring and as Fleur chanced a glance a blush spread on her perfect skin. Perplexed at the scenario Hermione guessed they were making fun of her a quickly turned her attention back to Ginny.

A trio left the great hall in a rush. Among them Hermione sighed contently at the fact that today would be the first day back to classes. She could hardly wait to learn more about the beautiful wizarding world she lived in.

"What do you lot have now?" Ron asked casually. Hermione pulled at the small slip of parchment in her robe's pocket. "Potions" she replied with a pained voice. "Defense against the dark arts, what about you, Ron?" Harry responded joyfully. Ron fumbled for his scheduled within his robes. Finally he found it between puking pastilles and chocolate frog wrappers. "Damn. I've got transfiguration" he replied sadly. "Well then I suppose I won't be seeing you till lunch then, so long Ronald" She stated happily and turned on her heels towards the dungeon. Harry gave a consoling pat on the bag as Ronald crumpled his schedule back within his robes and headed towards his least favorite class.

Hermione quickly walked towards the dungeon. She found herself uncharacteristically excited for her least favorite class. Potions wasn't bad besides the teacher, but usually she found herself dreading to be in the dark, dank potions room.

Rounding the corner through the medieval-esque classroom she scanned the classroom. As she expected everyone was older than her (she'd been placed in higher level classes). She saw mostly Ravenclaw's, a few slytherins and hufflepuffs, and a small group of girls in powder blue dresses. Her eyes went straight to the beautiful blue girls and found their leader. Blue eyes shined in the dimmed lighting of the room straight into hermione's eyes. Her breath hitched and she didn't realize she had stopped traffic and the class was starting until Snape rudely insulted her.

"Lovestruck, are we Miss. Granger. 10 points from Gryffindor" he taunted in his monotone, strung-out voice. Embarrassed Hermione immediately stumbled into the nearest seat at the back of the class.

"Now that we have Miss. Granger's attention, shall we begin?" Snape asked as he lazily trekked behind his desk with a large black cauldron in the center of it. He reached for a small vial and filled it with liquid that had a pearly iridescence Hermione immediately recognized as a complex love potion. "Do any of you know what this is..?" He asked intimidating as he allowed his 's' to fill the small chamber, bouncing off the slimy concrete walls.

Hermione didn't dare raise her hand and draw any more attention to her still red-faced self, instead she traced designs with her finger on the lip of her cauldron innocently. Snape scanned the room for hands as suspected he saw none. His mouth then turned into a malicious, small grin as he called out. "Miss. Granger I presume you might know the answer". Hermione looked up surprised and timidly answered "Amortentia, a love potion, or rather a potion that causes powerful infatuation... No one yet has managed to make anyone fall truly in love with them using Amortentia." All eyes fell on Hermione as she finished. "Typical" a slytherin boy muttered after she answered. Hermione glared at the boy and was internally flustered at her constant need to say more than necessary when answering questions.

The rest of potions went by rather quickly, they were instructed to create Amortentia. Of course Hermione had no trouble with this, it was an intermediate position nothing compared to poly juice.

After class she quietly gathered her books as she noticed fleur standing at the edge of her desk, seemingly waiting to walk with her. She shoved her books into her book bag and looked up with a smile at the beauty in blue.

"Hello there" Hermione said swinging her bag over her shoulder and taking a step towards her setting them both in motion towards the door. "I 'have not gotten a proper chance to meet you, I am Fleur" The blonde said warmly as they walked side by side. "It's a pleasure, I'm called uh Hermione" she responded becoming flustered when she noticed her arm brush Fleur's. The blonde smiled brightly at this information "ah, zat is not a name i 'have heard before" Fleur responded gently. "yeah, me either… I mean obviously I've heard myself being called that, but never anyone else." Hermione mentally cursed herself for being so childish 'I sound like such an incompetent fool' hermione scolded internally. Fleur smiled slyly at hermione's teenage girl esque antics.

"Well I think it is a beautiful name for a beautiful girl" she replied to the blushing younger witch. At this hermione's eyes snapped up to the older girls. They stopped walking and Hermione almost gasped when she actually saw genuine care and anxiousness in her elders eyes. It was almost as if Fleur felt nervous this comment was to forwards.

Hermione could simply not control her thoughts. She inwardly scoffed at her silly school girl hormonal thought. "you think?" is all hermione could manage to squeak out. Fleur reached out for her hand and squeezed it as she said "yes, ma cherie, absolutely." Fleur released the young girls hand and started walking out the doors of the castle. She shot a friendly smile as she left Hermione to stare astonished at the older girl.

As hermione turned towards her next class she dissected every word of their conversation. Every breathe and hand brush became evidence in her case to find if her feelings were returned by Fleur. She of course took into account her own bias, as is proper in such circumstance. The rest of her classes she was rather distracted unintentionally drawing hearts on papers and blankly gazing out windows. She couldn't determine if Fleur felt the same, but she could determine that she was lovestruck. Her brain was not its usual organized filing cabinets of information but instead thousands of jumbled thoughts.

Hermione was intercepted as she walked in zombie mode to lunch by Harry. Harry immediately sensed a disbalance within her friend and they walked in companionable silence for the most part except for some conversation regarding classes and weekend plans. They entered the great hall within the steady trickle making its way through the grandiose entrance. They found their seats and not everyone at the table was so understanding regarding hermione's feelings. Harry was a wonderful friend because he didn't probe. Ron and Ginny were not so companionable in such regards. All lunch they drilled her with questions about why she was being so "weird".

"Why can't a girl have an off day, Ronald" hermione snapped back. At this Ron held up his hands in mock surrender and mumbled something in between bites of chicken leg.

Hermione grabbed a roll and left the table tired of her friends antics and decided the library would be a proper place to think.

TO BE CONTINUED SHORTLY... ;)

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