Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter - and even more sadly, I do not own Hermione Granger.

A/N: This part is set during the World Cup depicted in Goblet of Fire. The very first paragraph is copied verbatim from the book, to set up the scene.


Chapter 3

They trudged up the misty field between long rows of tents. Most looked ordinary; their owners had clearly tried to make them as Muggle-like as possible, but had slipped up by adding chimneys, or bellpulls, or weather vanes. However, here and there was a tent so obviously magical that Harry could hardly be surprised that Mr. Roberts was getting suspicious. Halfway up the field stood an extravagant confection of striped silk like a miniature palace, with several live peacocks tethered at the entrance. A little father on they passed a tent that had three and several turrets; and a short way beyond that was a tent that had a front garden attached, complete with birdbath, sundial, and fountain.

"That's just ridiculous."

Harry heard a pretty feminine voice giggle.

"We are 'appy to reserve the decorations for the inside," another girl said, with a strong French accent. "Although I did tell Maman that the chandelier in the dining room was a trifle excessive."

"Harry!"

Startled, Harry turned around, and saw Hermione.

"Hey Hermione," he grinned, and tried not to fall backwards as Hermione treated him to one of her fiercest hugs yet. She squeezed him tightly, then released him.

"It's so good to see you," Hermione beamed, then turned to the others - five of the Weasleys and a small blonde girl she didn't recognize. "All of you!"

Reaching behind her, Hermione gently pulled a tall, gorgeous blonde girl forward - who Harry recognized from the photos Hermione had sent him over the summer.

"This is Fleur," Hermione said, her voice soft and smile radiant as she looked at her girlfriend.

"You must be the Weasleys," Fleur bowed her head, and smiled at them each in turn. "Hermione has said much about you."

"All good I hope," Fred said faintly, a bit mesmerized.

"Quite," Fleur agreed. She extended her hand for Arthur to take, and he kissed it after a moment of surprise.

They all quickly introduced themselves, and Fleur beamed at each of them in turn. First Arthur, then the twins, Ron, Ginny, and Ginny's friend, a small blonde girl called Luna Lovegood.

"I met Hermione in France this last June," Fleur explained before they could ask.

"I was wondering who you were attending the Cup with," Arthur smiled at Hermione.

"Thank you for inviting Hermione," Fleur told him sincerely. "But I am afraid I wanted her all to myself."

Hermione flushed prettily, and Harry grinned.

"Please join us for breakfast - all of you," Fleur said formally.

"Oh - I mean, we had planned to make a meal, have a real camping adventure," Arthur touched his hair, his eyes a little wide.

His sons all glared at him.

"It would be our honor to host such good friends of Hermione, even if only for a simple meal," Fleur showed her dimples, and Harry knew she had won.

"I - we would be delighted, then," Arthur smiled ruefully.

"Excellent, shall I show you our tent before you set up your own?" Fleur suggested, nodding towards their luggage as she took Hermione's hand in her own. "That way you will know the way to it for breakfast."

George and Fred looked at each other with raised eyebrows.

"The French are very friendly," George mused.

"Apparently," Fred agreed.

They followed Fleur and Hermione into a small little black tent, and Harry wondered how it could be big enough for all of them to -

"Oh," Ginny gasped.

They had stepped into the small tent, to see a large living area, with formal couches, a coffee table, bookshelves, and even a fireplace.

"The dining room is through this door," Fleur instructed, "That door leads to the hallway to the other rooms."

"Very impressive charms," Mr. Weasley said excitedly, looking around. "The finest magical architects of the last century have all been French, you know," he said over his shoulder to his children.

"This tent has been in our family for generations," a soft, musical voice sounded, and everyone turned to see a woman who could be nobody other than Fleur's mother. "I am Apolline Delacour, welcome to our temporary home."

"Mother, these are Hermione's friends," Fleur said, sliding to Apolline's side and kissing her cheek. "I hope you don't mind, I invited them to breakfast."

"Of course not! Any friends of Hermione's are friends of ours," Apolline said warmly, flicking her long blonde hair over her shoulder. "I shall tell Chef."

"Have you got this kind of thing all summer?" Harry asked Hermione, with a small smile.

"Oh - its a bit fancy for me," Hermione admitted quietly. "But its what Fleur has grown up with. Her family is terribly sweet to me."

"Good in-laws are important," Harry noted. "So where are you sitting in the Stadium?"

"High up, just a few rows down from the Top Box - so close to all of you," Hermione smiled. "It's not the VIP area, just the secondary part. Fleur's parents are rather well known in politics."

"You've said both of her parents are diplomats?"

"Apolline is the Head of the French Ministry's Department of International Magical Cooperation." Hermione nodded. "Gerald, Fleur's father, is the Deputy Head."

"Wow," Ginny said, having strolled over to them. "So how much of the summer did you spend with them?"

"Two months," Hermione said, her eyes settling on Fleur lovingly. "My parents came to join me in France in July, and they stayed nearby the Delacour's villa - half of July I spent with them, the other half with Fleur."

"Did your families get along?" Harry asked curiously.

"Very well, thankfully."

"Well, we should get our tent set up, but we'll certainly be back for breakfast," Arthur was saying cheerily. "Come on, everyone. See you soon, Hermione."

"Oh, come help us," Ginny urged. "I haven't seen you in months!"

"All right, I'll be back for breakfast," Hermione said to Fleur.

The taller girl gently pulled Hermione into her arms. Hermione let out a little breathless sigh as Fleur pressed their mouths together, soft lips caressing each other before Fleur flicked her tongue against Hermione's mouth, opening her up to Fleur's tender explorations.

"Oh sweet," Fred groaned.

"Merciful Merlin," George finished.

Ron made a choked sound, Arthur's eyebrows shot to the roof, Harry grinned, Ginny blushed, and Luna continued to nonchalantly braid her own hair.

"Come back soon," Fleur said lowly.

"Oh, I will," Hermione sighed happily. Fleur kissed her once more, softly, and then Hermione led her friends out through the door.

"So you two - " Ginny began, trailing off, as she contemplated it.

"Are together?" Fred grinned at Hermione.

"Just when I thought you couldn't get any foxier," George nudged Hermione. "Go Granger."

"Thank you?" Hermione chuckled.

"You look happy," Arthur said quietly.

"I - I am," Hermione admitted, looking up at him hesitantly.

"I'm glad. You deserve it, Hermione. Molly would agree."

Hermione smiled, blinking quickly to keep tears from falling from her eyes. Harry wrapped an arm around her and hugged her gently.

"Yeah," Ron added quietly. "So, what do you think, Hermione? This a good spot to set up the tents?"

Hermione looked, and nodded, before grabbing Ron in a hug.

"Whoa," Ron said weakly, patting her on the back. "Guess it's a pretty good spot, then."