To Find You Is To Find Me

Chapter One


„Hey, Fleur, I wanted to ask you something." Eric, one of her classmates said with a nervous undertone.

The blonde beauty looked at him.

"So, you see..there is this new restaurant, and I.."

"Sorry, not interested."

Fleur sighed and walked away. This was one example of her daily routine. She hadn't had the time for everyone who wanted to go out with her. Because of her reputation as the school's ice-princess there were not really many people who still had the courage to ask her out. By now most of them knew they would get a rejection, although that did not mean that there were a lot of people who did not care about that fact.

Fleur had more important things to do.

She needed to find her mate. Surely it seemed as if she was obsessed and to be honest she herself was sure that she actually was, but everyone needs an obsession to get through life, right?

Seven years ago, when Maxime told her about herself, the young girl decided to get taught by the huge woman. She learned nearly everything by heart that would be important for her to know and when it was time to go to Beauxbatons she finally told her parents about her condition. At first they thought she was joking, but after some time they understood that their daughter was deadly serious. Some problems later, for example trying to get Fleur in a mental institution, they finally realized that this young girl they adopted years ago was a real witch. At that time Fleur asked if it was okay with them when she took her full birth name to pay her last respects to her biological parents. They were okay with it.

"Fleeeuuur!"

The veela turned around and saw her best friend Gabrielle running up to her.

When the other girl arrived she was panting.

"Fleur..I heard you rejected Eric?!"

"Yeah why?"

They sat down on a big meadow near their school.

"Cherie, you know that nearly all good-looking guys and girls asked you out, right?"

"Gabrielle, I told you before.."

"Yeah, yeah, you don't have time for this...bla bla bla...BUT what if you never find your mate? Then you are ALL ALONE! Or you end up with some ugly dumb ass, because everyone else got turned down."

Did Fleur already tell that Gabrielle was a little drama queen?

"I mean..I don't want you to be alone all the time, sorry Fleur, but everyone loves you or is scared of you, but you just.."

"Gabrielle, it's okay. I can live with that, really. And for your information I still have you, haven't I?"

"You know I'll try to always be there for you, but I can't all the time. You need someone to love in your life."

"Do you really want to have this talk again? I'd rather die all alone than with someone I don't or can't love. Someone who is not even able to honestly love me because of my thrall."

Gabrielle sighed. She tried it all the time even with the knowledge that she couldn't get through to this stubborn girl.

"Yeah..I know. But how will you find that someone?" There was a time when Fleur thought this someone was Gabrielle, even if she was a girl. But it didn't took her long to understand that if it would have been Gabrielle, than she would have had a lot stronger feelings for the other blonde. All she ever felt was friendship.

Gabrielle was like a sister and Fleur knew that the petite french girl felt the exact same way.

"I don't know...but I know that I will someday."

"Yeah, when you're an old wrinkled granny."


When Fleur was seventeen, her thoughts travelled back. One week had passed since she graduated from Beauxbatons, she and Gabrielle promised to stay in touch.

Fleur promised her parents that she will stay in the muggle world for some time after she graduated.

But Fleur was depressed. She still hadn't found her soul mate.

The quarter veela just wanted to forget everything for now, so she did what she always did in times like this.

She took her guitar and started to play some melody.

It was a good melody, it was a good day to play.

But it wasn't a good day to play at home, alone in her room, so she got up, left the house and looked around for a silent place to let her fingers fly over the instrument.

After she found a green spot where she seemed to be alone she started with the same melody again.

Fleur got so absorbed in her play that she started to sing along. She knew she had a great voice, maybe this had something to do with her bloodline as well, but she didn't liked it when others heard her sing.

As soon as the Frenchwoman's little music session started, it ended.

Someone clapped.

Fleur shot up, terrified.

"Wow, girl, that was amazing."

She saw a man standing right infront of her.

"How long have you been standing there?"

"I was sitting over there," he pointed to a place a little more in the back "resting, and then someone, you, started to play guitar, it didn't bother me, but when you started to sing I just had to look where this amazing voice came from. Do you know that you could become one big head in music business?"

He was a small man, dressed in black and seemed to be a little hyper with all the jumping during his little speech.

A few days later the Veela still had to think about what this man told her.

She thought that maybe it wouldn't be as bad to sing infront of others as she believed before, but what really convinced her was the idea of enticing her mate to notice her. And well, when a young beautiful witch who also is a Veela, wants something, she normally gets it.

It didn't took her long to get famous, two years later she was known worldwide. But to say she was happy was far from it. The reason why she started to sing was finding true happiness, but all it got was an even more uncosy life, everyone loved her, wanted her..and the worst of it..knew her.

So Fleur just left. She disappeared back in the wizardry world to get some rest for a while.

What Fleur didn't know was that there was someone who wasn't absorbed with her like everyone else. There was one single person who wasn't obsessed with her.

Well, not like most people.


(Hermione POV)

Hermione Granger was 18 years old and lived in Britain. When she turned eleven she got a letter from some school named Hogwarts, which told her she was a witch. Kind of shocking at first, but her parents supported her all the way. Nearly one year ago she graduated. Hermione was the best student of her year. Intelligence and the knowledge about everything didn't seem to be seen as something positive by other's. Her looks didn't help as well, but after quite some years she turned into a rather feminine and beautiful woman.

And to say, she wasn't becoming popular would be underestimated.

She was.

Which might be the cause of her deep friendship with Harry Potter, the boy who lived, but her own personality did a good job for her popularity itself.

She had a quite good payed job in the ministry and lived together with Harry, Ron and Ginny.

They shared a huge house. Ginny wasn't really living with them, she was still attending Hogwarts, it was her last year. She and Harry were dating for 3 years now. Harry and Ron worked as Aurors.

And well Ron..no, Ron was not Hermione's boyfriend. They dated once.

It didn't work out and he still is as annoying as he was in her first year of Hogwarts.

„Oh 'Mione...Pleeaasee..she is sooo pretty, come on!"

At that moment Hermione was a bit annoyed. Harry and Ron, or more precisely only Ron, was begging her for hours to join them to a Fleur DeLacour concert. DeLacour's first concert in the world of magic.

Not that this french bubble had caused enough annoyance when she got famous in the muggle world. No. She had to turn out to be a witch..Great.

"Ron, no, stop begging." Why did he even wanted her to go along?

"But Hermione...I've got three tickets.." He stared at her expectantly.

"Three!" He repeated. Did Ron think she is deaf or something?

"I understood what you said, Ron, but I don't understand why you are still trying to convince me."

"Look, it's her very first concert. And I won three tickets. And I want my two best friends to enjoy it with me." Yeah, sometimes even Ron can be a good guy.

"Okay."

"But Hermione..come on, plea...what?"

"I said okay, I'll come with you, but don't expect me to like it."

Two strong arms wrapped around her.

"You are the best." Ron said while letting go.

Maybe you ask yourself why Hermione did not want to go to the concert.

She hadn't had a reason. Not a good one. It was just that Hermione did not like that girl since she started to get famous in the muggle world, she didn't even really knew herself why, Hermione was never one to judge, normally she lets people be. But with this Fleur..she just took an instant dislike to this girl. Even if Fleur never did anything wrong. She had a great voice and outer appearance, sometimes Hermione thought she was just jealous, because she always had to work hard for reaching her aims and this girl seemed to just snap her fingers and have it all.

"I can't believe I let you talk me into this."

Hermione, Ron and Harry were standing in the first row just infront of the stage.

"Oh come on, Herm, you don't even have a reason for not liking her. Stop acting like it's your duty and start to enjoy yourself." Normally Hermione would snap back, but while Harry said this it sounded a little like he felt sorry for her. The young brunette couldn't find a reason why he would do so, but she understood that snapping at Harry wouldn't change a thing. And while she thought all those things she found out that it would be too late to answer him by now, especially when a tall, very beautiful, slender figured woman walks up on stage.

"Oh my god! There she is, Harry there she is!" Hermione could hear Ron's enthusiastic yelp, but it felt like it was somewhere very far away.

She was hypnotized.

Hypnotized by the view infront of her. It was a strange feeling, she didn't like it one bit.

"Good evening folks!"

The crowd cheered. Hermione got out of her trance. She looked over to Harry and Ron, they went with the crowd never noticing the girl's behavior.

Fleur started to sing.

Hermione watched.

She could see the woman like she was only standing some feet away from her. For Hermione it felt like she could even smell her hair, see this crystal blue color in her eyes.

What was going on?

Hermione got mad. She couldn't understand her own behavior, and she hated it when she couldn't understand something. It seemed like her madness got her back into reality. And with a glare on her face she watched the rest of the show.

There were times when it seemed like Fleur was looking for someone in the crowd until she laid her eyes on Hermione, after that it seemed like Fleur liked them there and didn't even bother to look somewhere else. This got Hermione's glare to deepen even more.

"Strange woman.." Hermione muttered.

After the concert Ron persisted to stay until he got an autograph and a picture with Fleur.

"Did you see that? Harry? She stared at me the whole show!"

"Erm..Ron.."

"Yeah, and don't you think she has a thing for me? Shall I ask her out or something? Harry help me!" Phew..if Ron only knew. Hermione had to snicker at his outburst.

They were next and how it looked like the last people who would get to talk to Fleur for today.

Hermione could see that Fleur was making some strange gestures towards her security guard.

The man walked towards them.

"Follow me, please."

He started walking away again. Towards Fleur's wardrobe.

The three friends exchanged glances and followed him.

"See, Harry. I told you." Ron whispered, certain that Fleur got the hots for him.

Hermione on the other hand got a little nervous.

The security man let them into Fleur's dressing room giving all of them a stare that could kill.

When they entered Hermione could see that Fleur was brushing her hair infront of a mirror.

She turned around and greeted them with an one thousand watt smile.

"Hello. Did you enjoy the show?" She asked while walking up to them.

Stretching out her hand to shake Harry's.

"Yeah, you are really awesome." Harry said, never showing one bit of nervousness, but with a small blush on his cheeks.

"Y-yeah." Ron shouted afterwards.

Hermione just stood there without saying a word.

Why should she say anything anyway?

When Fleur got to shake Ron's hand she lightly smiled at him.

"Thanks." She answered to his stammered word.

That was too much for Ron.

He collapsed.

"Oh my..." Where Hermione's first words since entering the wardrobe.

"Ron?" Harry asked but the young man was still lying unconscious on the floor.

"Excuse me." Harry said while grabbing Ron and leaving the room to look for the security guard to help him.

"Hermione, stay here, I'll be back shortly."

"Hey! You can't just.." The door closed. "Leave."

"Don't worry, that happens a lot, he'll be okay in some minutes." Fleur said touching Hermione's shoulder.

"Yeah.." She sat down on the couch in Fleur's room.

'But what about me?'