AN: Well first of all I want to thank everyone for all of the awesome reviews. I was surprised by the amount that flowed in so seriously thank you :) I can't stress how impulsive it was of me to start this story, but I'm glad I did. Anyways, this chapter is slightly inspired by the song Choke by I Don't Know How But They Found Me. I highly suggest giving it a listen :) Anyways, I'm going to try to reply to reviews at the beginning of every chapter. I'm sorry if I accidentally skip yours, but I swear it's not on purpose :)

LingeringShadows88: Thanks for the positive feedback. I'm not entirely sure how long this story is going to be, but I have a habit of making stories a lot longer than I mean to so hopefully this one will be right up your alley. I'm glad you took a chance on this one and hope I won't disappoint :)

Thestral212: I'm so happy you like the story even though you have not seen the movie. You don't need to have seen the movie to appreciate it :) I can't tell you how it's going to go, but Hermione is definitely going to give Fleur a tough time :)

KmyD: So glad you love it! I shall update as often as I can :D

Aaron Leach: Thanks :D

Ivy: Thank you for the correction on the french :) I knew I probably slaughtered it lol I changed it this chapter, because it's a little too hard to keep writing the french and then doing the translation. Hopefully that doesn't deter you from enjoying the story though :D

Prove Me Wrong: Not gonna lie . . . Cruel Intentions is a pretty trashy movie. I found myself dying of laughter watching the absurdity of it all lol I do not plan for this story to go the same way the movie did and I'm not gonna lie . . . you're probably going to strongly dislike Fleur for a bit, but Hermione is not Reese Witherspoon's character lol She is the brightest witch of her age and I can't see her falling for someone insincere and cruel. I'm a big fan of character progression and redemption . I just don't like it when people write a story and the character seems to change in the blink of an eye. Seems pretty unrealistic. Anyways, I hope I don't disappoint and if I do I suppose I will eat my own shit then? That's fair right? lol

A Fan: I'm glad you're hooked :D Trust me, Hermione Granger is definitely going to make Fleur work for it. She aint no hussy! haha

Ms. Rugby: I'm glad you like the story so far :) I know Fleur does not seem very redeemable right now and perhaps I will lose some readers, but I am a big fan of character progression. She may seem horrible now, but if you stick around I promise you might see some traits that will make her seem more redeemable. My friend has told me that is my problem with one of my other stories lol I make characters too easy to hate at first, but I've often found I totally misunderstood people I hated when I first met and then end up liking them even more because they're way more complicated than I thought they were. Oh and I totally changed the french words followed by english translation in this one. I found it quite annoying to write like that myself so it's totally understandable. Hopefully this new chapter does not disappoint :)

Guest: This goes to all the people who reviewed under guest since it would be confusing to try to reply to you all individually lol Thanks for all of your encouraging words. I really appreciate it :)

You get everything you want
The money always talks
To the idiot savants
Yeah, yeah

Now shut your dirty mouth
If I could burn this town
I wouldn't hesitate
To smile while you suffocate and die
And that would be just fine
What a lovely time
That it would surely be
So bite your tongue and choke yourself to sleep

Choke by I Don't Know How But They Found Me

'thoughts'

'french'

Chapter 2: Choke

Hermione settled herself into her usual spot in the library, thankful to be in her sanctuary, away from all of the new students and their curious stares. She was starting to feel like a caged animal at the zoo on display and all of the new students were the tourists fogging up the glass with their faces pressed against it . Ever since she, Harry, and Ron had defeated Voldemort in the department of mysteries their fifth year, with the help of the order of course, people just seemed to gravitate towards her. She supposed it's because she is now a celebrity of sorts and was no longer the mousey girl she used to be, but she still liked her alone time all the same.

She pulled out her charms book, a piece of parchment, and her quill, ready to get lost in her homework. As soon as she leaned forward and her quill touched the parchment she felt a chill run down her spine. 'Bloody Hell. I just can't seem to catch a break today.' The brunette inwardly groaned; she could feel eyes on her once again and she was pretty sure of who they belonged to. She wanted to scream out in frustration; she had thought the library would be the safest place to hide from people, but it seemed fate saw it suitable to punish her.

Even though she could hear the soft sound of heals clicking on the ground growing closer she made a point not to look up from her homework, deciding she would work though the discomfort and not give the blonde the time of day. If the letter she received was even slightly accurate, which it seemed to be, giving Fleur Delacour the slightest bit of acknowledgement, even if it was negative would just encourage her.

She bit her tongue to keep herself from saying anything when she heard the chair next to hers scrape across the floor, the eerie silence of the library making it sound even more offensive. She kept her face neutral and acted as if she heard nothing while the Veela gracefully sat herself in the vacant seat next to her, pulling out her own books and plopping them onto the table unnecessarily loud in what Hermione assumed was an attempt to get her attention. Unfortunately for Fleur such childish things didn't work on the golden girl; if anything it just encouraged Hermione to keep her mouth closed even more and made her want to pointedly ignore the blonde.

Fleur had to resist letting out a huff when Hermione didn't even flinch or let her eyes drift over to the person who had decided to take the seat next to hers. It was safe to say the blonde wasn't used to being ignored and didn't know how to handle it in the least so she decided to mirror the girl next to her and start doing her own homework.

Hermione had to stop herself from raising an eyebrow when Fleur didn't immediately try to talk to her, but instead she seemed to be working quietly. She had expected her to get to the point of pulling on her hair like a petulant child, but it seemed the blonde wasn't as immature as she thought. She almost let out a relieved sigh when she felt as if she might be able to get some actual work done with Fleur next to her, but it was just a fleeting thought. Ten minutes into the blonde being there and the Veela's blue eyes were already drifting over to Hermione; she could feel them burning a hole in the side of her head and it made her want to scream.

Fleur had tried to concentrate on her work, really she did, but she couldn't stop herself from glancing over and observing the girl next to her. The crease in her brow when she was trying to work out a problem, the hairpin curve of her lips when she figured it out, the way she tucked her hair behind one ear when she grew nervous, and the light tapping of her fingertips on her desk when she became irritated. Wait . . . nervous . . . irritated . . . 'I seem to 'ave been caught.' Fleur cursed herself. She had wanted the Gryffindor to speak to her first, but it would seem her usual tactics are useless again Hermione Granger.

"You are 'Ermione Granger, oui?" Fleur finally broke the uncomfortable silence.

"Yup." Hermione replied without even looking up from her paper, trying to block the other girl out.

Fleur just seemed to hum in response to Hermione's lack of one. She tapped her quill on her parchment, trying to think of something clever to say to get the brunette to just glance in her direction and have an actual conversation.

"I read your article on 'ouse elves." Fleur pretended to write something on the parchment to feign disinterest, but found herself drawing instead.

"That's nice." The brunette mumbled.

"I found it quite appalling." Fleur continued her drawing, waiting for the other girls reaction.

"Thanks. Wait, what?" Hermione finally looked up from her homework, a look of surprise displayed on her countenance while Fleur had to hide the smirk that wanted to form on her own face. "Most people found it to be insightful."

"Most people are sheep." Fleur shrugged, continuing with her art.

"What was so appalling about it?" Hermione glared at the blonde who seemed too busy drawing to fully engage in the conversation. "House elves deserving respect? Equal rights? Freedom?"

"Non." Fleur finally placed her quill down, secretly satisfied and finding it adorable how ruffled she got the golden girl with such few words. She lifted her light blue eyes to finally meet those angry brown, the gold flecks seeming to burn her. "I am not a bigot. 'owever, in your article, I did not see a single reference to the 'ouse elves you spoke to." Hermione opened her mouth in surprise, completely unprepared for that response. "I'm assuming by your lack of response zat you did not talk to a zingle elf about any of zis. Who are you to decide what is best for an entire race? Do you even care about what zey want?"

"Of course I do!" Hermione finally replied; the french girl had completely taken her by surprise. She had assumed the first thing she would say would be some sleazy pick up line but instead she attacked her article

"Zat is why you asked them?" Fleur replied sarcastically.

"Well . . . I . . ." For once Hermione was a little lost. She didn't know what to say; Fleur was right, but she wasn't about to admit it. "Who wouldn't want those things?"

"'Ouse elves." Fleur shrugged. Hermione was about to open her mouth, but the Veela decided she should maybe better explain herself and not push the brunette too far away. "Don't get me wrong, I agree wiz you. I just zink you should probably talk to a 'ouse elf or two before you go fighting a battle zey don't even want fought. At least not yet. Change does not 'appen over night."

"I suppose you might have a point." Hermione grumbled, turning her attention back to her homework.

"I must apologize. I 'ave attacked your article without properly introducing myself. I am-"

"I know who you are." Hermione interrupted the blonde. She glanced over at Fleur's outstretched hand and pointedly left it hanging in the air.

"Oh?" A sly smile formed on Fleur's face as she withdrew her hand. 'She's fiery. Perfect.' She leaned in towards the brunette, slightly invading her personal space.

"Fleur Delacour." Hermione put down her quill, turning to face the blonde with an unreadable expression on her face, seemingly unaffected by Fleur's proximity. "Better known as Fleur the conquerer. Heir to the Delacour clan. Rich, beautiful, and most of all entitled. She thinks she owns everyone and everything." The cocky smile slowly slid from Fleur's face; it would seem someone had sold her out. "Every word she utters out of her mouth has an ulterior motive, a dishonorable intention. She sees people as objects, trophies, another notch on her bedpost, another thing to own and break. Any person she has successfully pursued has regretted it. Do not trust her."

"W-where did you 'ear zose zings?" Was the only thing Fleur was able to choke out in her shocked state while Hermione packed up her things.

"I have my sources, but I guess what I'm trying to say is . . ." Hermione stood up, slinging her book bag over her shoulder before she looked at the veela with clear distaste. "I've been warned about you."

"By whom?" Fleur clenched her hands into tight fists under the table, trying to keep her composure and look of innocence.

"I am sworn to secrecy, but good luck on your next conquest." Hermione shot Fleur a fake smile that shook the veela to her core. She imagined Hermione would wear that same smile if she were to watch the blonde suffocate and die.

'Shit.' Fleur cursed in her head as she watched the retreating form of Hermione Granger. No one had ever turned her down so swiftly, with words that could cut so deeply. She sat there for a moment, letting the Gryffindor's words sink in before she stood up and carelessly stuffed her things into her bag. She shoved the chair back in towards the desk before she stomped all the way back to the carriage.

As she stormed down the hallway of the Beauxbaton carriage people seemed to almost jump out of the raging girls way in an attempt to escape her wrath. She barely registered any of her surroundings, but somehow had made it to her own room, slamming the door behind her before she sat down on a chair. She pulled out her brown journal, mumbling the spell to open it, and started writing furiously, but even writing seemed to frustrate her. She didn't know what she wanted to say, didn't know how to convey what she was feeling with words so she tossed her quill to the side and grabbed different colored pencils and started drawing.

She drew the first thing that came to her mind, the thing that burned itself into her. It wasn't her breasts, her ass, or thighs. It was her eyes. The way they looked at her with such fire. She couldn't get the image out of her mind. She was so immersed, her hand moving quickly, coloring in brown with splashes of gold that she didn't hear the door open quietly behind her. She didn't hear the soft footsteps that approached, but her sixth sense seemed to kick in and she quickly snapped her journal shut.

"What were you drawing?" Veronique tilted her head to the side curiously.

"None of your business." Fleur glared over her shoulder at her friend.

"What's got your panties in a twist? Did things not go well with that Granger girl?" The dark haired girl smirked.

"It seems someone warned her about me." Fleur tossed her journal back into her bag.

"Who do you think did it?" Veronique looked at her nails in a bored manor.

"I don't know. Maybe Angelique or any of the other people that hate me." Fleur grumbled.

"So it could be anyone." Veronique laughed at the glare Fleur shot her. "Now, now Fleur. Don't get so bent out of shape." She walked closer to the sulking blonde, reaching her hands down to start massaging Fleur's shoulders, which just made Fleur even more tense. "Losing to me isn't so bad." Veronique said with her lips pressed against Fleur's ear, causing a soft shudder to run down the Veela's spine. "I can make losing quite enjoyable." Fleur's eyes fluttered shut as she started to kiss Fleur's neck slowly while her hands ran down the blondes arms. "All you have to do . . ." Veronique's hands found their way to the bottom of Fleur's dress, starting to lift it up. "Is say you give up."

"Never." Fleur growled, her eyes snapping open as she grabbed her friend's hands to stop their progress before they got too far.

"We'll see about that." Veronique laughed as she stepped away from the bristling blonde.

"Don't you have some pixie dust to be snorting or children to be torturing or something?" Fleur grumbled as she stood up.

"Already done." Veronique smiled and winked at the frowning veela. "Want to go get dinner?"

"Sure. Whatever." Fleur replied grumpily as they exited her room.

/

Hermione let out a soft sigh as she sat down at the Gryffindor table; she was only a week into the new school year and her patience was wearing thin. It was bad enough dealing with all of her peers after the golden trio had defeated Voldemort, but by the end of sixth year the excitement had died down. Now she has two new schools excited to see the trio that took down the dark lord. The worst part of it all was definitely Fleur Delacour, she had a feeling the blonde was going to be quite the pest. Hermione was just grateful someone was kind enough to warn her though; otherwise she might have given her a fair chance.

"Someone looks exhausted." Ginny grinned as she took a seat next to Hermione and started piling food onto her plate.

"It's been a long day." Hermoine grumbled.

"Where are the boys?" Ginny asked through a mouthful of food.

"Who knows." Hermione shrugged. "I'm just happy I don't have to listen to Ron go on about Viktor Krum right now."

"I hear he fancies you. Has he asked you on a date yet?" Ginny smiled cheekily, nudging her friend with her shoulder.

"Don't be ridiculous. We have barely spoken." Hermione rolled her eyes as she took a sip of her pumpkin juice.

"But you have spoken eh? I can already hear wedding bells." Ginny laughed. "Hermione Granger, the heart throb of Hogwarts strikes again"

"Is that what they're calling me?" Hermione just about spat out her drink with a look of mortification.

"No. It's what I call you." Ginny smiled, pinching Hermione's blushing cheek.

"Will you stop that!?" Hermione swatted the red head's hand away from her face making Ginny laugh even harder. "Honestly, you're just as bad as Harry and Ron."

"Perhaps." Ginny shrugged before going back to her food.

"Hey there Hermione. Ginny." Harry smiled as he took his seat across from the two girls quickly followed by Ron who proceeded to start stuffing his mouth with as much food as he could fit in it.

"Oi, Hermione. The new blonde is looking over here again." Ron chimed in around a mouthful of chicken, looking over at Fleur and sending what he thought to be a charming smile in her direction.

"Please don't encourage her Ronald." Hermione grumbled.

"Ooooh, sounds like something is going on." Ginny grinned, turning around. "Which blonde are you talking about?"

"Fleur Delacour. The one at Ravenclaw table boring holes in the back of Hermione's head." Harry nodded in Fleur's direction.

"Fleur, you're going to set Granger's hair on fire if you keep staring at her like that." Veronique pinched the blonde under the table, making her jump.

"Shut up. I was just thinking." Fleur grumbled as she looked down at her meal, stabbing her food with a little more force than necessary. She ignored the smile Ron sent her way and a curious look from another red head. It would seem she was being talked about.

"Bloody Hell. She's gorgeous." Ginny whistled, checking out Fleur.

"Would you stop staring!" Hermione shoved Ginny. "You're being painfully obvious!"

"She can stare at us, but I can't stare at her?" Ginny huffed, glaring over at the bookworm.

"Why are you being so weird about her 'Mione?" Ron leaned forward.

"Does it have something to do with that letter?" Harry raised an eyebrow.

"Letter? What letter? Let me see!" Ginny grabbed Hermione's robes.

"Can't you guys ever mind your own business?" Hermione gave a hard glare at everyone, but it didn't seem to deter the group one bit as they looked at her expectantly. "Fine! Have it your way then!" She pulled the letter out of her book bag and tossed it onto the table between them.

Ginny was the first one to snatch it up due to her quick reflexes. She hastily unfolded the letter, her eyes darting from left to right. The further down the letter she got, the higher her brows rose. "Bloody Hell . . ." She tossed it over to Harry and Ron. "What a tosser." She glared at the blonde over her shoulder.

"Well . . ." Harry looked like he was lost for words as he handed the parchment over to Ron.

"I suppose that explains why she keeps looking at you." Ron handed the paper back to Hermione. "But do you reckon I might be on her list too?"

"You stupid troll!" Ron yelped as Ginny kicked him under the table. "Why would you want to be another one of her conquests?"

"Look at her! Who wouldn't-"

"Forget I asked." Ginny rolled her eyes, turning her attention back to the brunette. "Has she been bothering you a lot Hermione? Do you need me to have a talk with her?"

"No." Hermione shook her head and smiled at Ginny's protective nature. "She has tried talking to me, but hasn't been too aggressive."

"Perhaps if she thinks you're off the market she might back off." Harry shrugged.

"Oh and who would I be dating?" Hermione raised an eyebrow.

"Why Ginny Weasley of course. Future captain of the Holyhead Harpies." The redhead grinned, putting her arm around Hermione's shoulder and pulling her close as she sent another pointed glare in Fleur's direction while they boys almost choked on their food.

Fleur's usually calm demeanor slipped for all of a second, a look of shock adorning her face when she saw that same red head from before wrap an around around Hermione and send a nasty glare in her direction.

"E-excuse me . . ." A nervous sixth year Hufflepuff boy tapped Fleur's shoulder. When she turned around with a heated glare, the tall skinny brunette boy seemed to almost shrink into himself.

"Non." Was all she said before she turned her attention back to the Gryffindor table.

"B-but I-"

"Non. I will not go on a date wiz you." She abruptly stood from her seat and stormed out of the great hall, her two friends quickly following suit.

"Is it safe to assume things are not going too well with Hermione Granger?" Odette hesitantly approached the fuming blonde leaning against the entrance to the great hall.

"Someone tipped her off about our dear Fleur." Veronique smirked as she leaned on the wall next to Fleur who sent her a hard glare.

"Who?" The redhead raised an eyebrow.

"That's the million galleon question." The blonde crossed her arms, looking off to the side and observing some of the medieval architecture.

"Well you did say you wanted a challenge." Veronique laughed, earning an elbow to the ribs from the fuming veela.

"So we have a traitor in our midst." Odette watched as students started to pour out of the entrance to head to their dorms.

"It would seem so." Veronique played with the cross hanging from her neck, itching to open it up and do a bump. "The odds are really stacked against you Fleur. You have already been sold out and she has a girlfriend."

"Yeah, right. There is no way Hermione Granger is dating that girl." Fleur rolled her eyes, trying to seem indifferent and brush off the unfamiliar sting of uncertainty. "She is far too busy to date when her nose is always stuck in a book."

"It's better than having it stuck up in the air." Hermione had to stop herself from smirking when she saw that confident mask Fleur wore slip and her face slightly pale. She definitely had not been expecting the book worm to be passing by or for her to understand or speak her native tongue.

"You speak French . . .?" Odette asked the obvious question her friend was too dumbstruck to ask.

"A little." Hermione shrugged as she walked off with a laughing Ginny. The youngest Weasley had no idea what her friend had said, but it left the three girls, especially the blonde looking horrified and that beyond tickled and amused her. This was definitely going to be an interesting year to say the least.

"So do you want to deposit the money into my account now or -" Veronique's dark green eyes looked over at the veela with an amused sparkle earning her another hard jab to the ribs.

AN: Alright, there's the new chapter. I think it's safe to say Hermione Granger don't take no shit lol Hopefully you guys liked it. As always, I truly appreciate your feedback. Good or bad :) I aim to make you guys happy so let me know what you think :D