Chapter 3
Hermione gulped, unsure at what had just happened 'She knows my name?' she asked herself. She felt herself burning up under the gaze of the French beauty. "Umm, yeah, yes...yes it is" she barely replied. "Well" said Fleur, beginning to sound braver "I waz 'oping zat you'd 'elp me find 'a book I need. Its jus' I figured you'd know your way around diz place seeing as you're always 'ere." "Oh" said Hermione, quite taken aback. "Of course, I'd love to help. What did you want to find?" she inquired. "It iz called 'Morgan Le Fay' "Fleur told. "Oh yeah of course the powerful enchantress Morgana" Hermione replied, getting out of her seat and escorting Fleur to the exact location of the book. "So how are you expecting this to help you in the tournament?" Hermione asked, slightly unsure of what use this would have to the French witch. Fleur laughed agreeably, taking the book Hermione handed her. "Jus' some bedtime reading" she informed with a smile. "She iz a very interesting witch" she continued. "She could have her way with anyone" she told Hermione, who became to blush nervously as the distance between their faces grew smaller. Barely above a whisper Fleur finished, "Somewhat a talent I seem to possess, non? Whoever. Male...or even female." She couldn't help but smile from the dumbstruck look on Hermione's face. "Well bonjour Mademoiselle Granger, thank you very much, I will 'ave to repay you someday." And with a final seductive smile she left a red-faced Hermione behide her.
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Continually over the next few weeks Fleur made a habit of coming to talk to Hermione in the library. Usually, Hermione would have found this very annoying and rude, but when Fleur was involved 'usual' was not a word Hermione would use. She loved talking to the French, everything she said was absolutely amazing, and the voice she said it in even more so, together they talked about everything; magic, families, backgrounds, cultures and even just the day-to-day troubles of their lives. Hermione began to find that deep down Fleur wasn't exactly a happy person. She hated the veela she had in her, "I don't zink I've ever 'ad a' conversation wiv a' male" she told Hermione one afternoon, "Well at least not one were dey were actually listening to wat I waz saying" she continued sadly. "So you don't have much luck with boyfriends then" Hermione asked the glum looking witch. "No, actually I've never 'ad one. Wat's za point if all zey do is stare blankly at me." She told a shocked looking Hermione. "Hmm yeah I guess you're right. So what about girls, do they ogle at you always as well?" Hermione asked, hoping to find out why she was so captivated by the witch. "Well it doez seem to 'appen quite often, but not because of my veela affect, jus' my natural self" she told Hermione. "So" Fleur continued "I 'ave much better chance wiv girls." "What?!" Hermione asked slightly shocked. "Oh wat?!" Fleur laughed from Hermione's reaction. "Oh its nothing, I just didn't know you were into girls" Hermione told her as a feeling of hope rose inside her, "Well you'll find zat the veela blood makes us very zexual people, you see" she explained amusingly to Hermione, sensing what the other girl was thinking. "So yes most of us are…wats za term…bisexual" she finished. "Oh yes…I see" Hermione told her trying to keep as calm as possible. A silence fell over the pair as they both entered their own thoughts. "Do you find me attractive 'ermione?" Fleur asked, startling the younger girl with her bluntness. "Umm…well" Hermione started, trying to compose herself, when inside she knew that she wanted to scream out yes. "Of course, I mean why not. Your pretty much perfect" Hermione confessed in a lowered voice, only just realising that they were still in the library. Fleur couldn't help but blush, she had been told this a million times, probably over, that she was attractive, but still when coming from Hermione it actually meant something to Fleur. "Well I won't you to know zat I find you very beautiful az well." Hermione let out a nervous giggle; she had never been told that she looked beautiful before.
Just as Fleur was about to speak again the loudly shouted name of "Hermione!" brought both of them back to reality. As Hermione began to look around angrily for the interruption, a distressed looking Ron came around the corner. "Hermione I need you to t…" he began until his mouth dropped open at the sight of her company. "Oh…er…umm" he stumbled, completely lost for words. The sight of this made Hermione lose her temper even more, "Ronald! What the hell do you want?!" she asked angrily. The sharpness of her words seemed to snap Ron back into reality. "Oh, yeah, of course" he continued. "I need you to tell Harry something" he asked. "Why can't you do it yourself?" Hermione asked, as her anger continued to rise. "Hermione, please I can't…its important. He needs to know!" he pleaded with her, while giving Fleur a nervous sideways glance. "Fine" Hermione finally agreed, knowing that Ron had already ruined her moment with Fleur. "Sorry" she told the disappointed looking French girl. "We'll talk tomorrow" she promised. "Qui, I'll be 'olding you to zat." Still slightly unwillingly Hermione left Fleur, as she and Ron made their way out of the library. "Merlin's beard Hermione!" Ron practically yelled as they reached the corridor. "You didn't tell me you knew her!" he exclaimed. Hermione wasn't in the mood to try to attempt to explain anything with Ron, so she quickly changed the subject "So what's so important that I need to tell Harry?" she asked. "Oh, yeah of course" Ron remembered. "The first task is a dragon" he told as they made their way to find Harry,
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Sitting alone in the library, tapping a book across her leg, Fleur could help but smile. 'It won't be long now' she thought happily to herself.
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