(A/n: This was a quicker update, but it's just a filler type chapter. It also gives you a look at Hermione's thoughts from the previous chapter. As always thanks to my Beta and everyone who reviewed.)

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(Hermione's POV)

I turned around to look at the small forest in the middle of the large park one last time. I was smiling from ear to ear. Fleur was really a great person. A person I thought I loved before I even knew who she is. My mind is still going crazy from the café, on top of what happened at Fleur's spot. No our spot. The smile on my face grew wider thinking that.

I walked quickly down the path leading towards the street and exited the park. I walked down the street leading back to the café since I had no idea how to get back to my hotel from the park. Part of me just wanted to run back into the clearing and kiss her like I should have done before. I had to go back to the hotel though; this was the final day my parents and I were spending together on this trip. I had convinced them to let me explore the city on my own for a while. I am sixteen after all.

Can I be in love at sixteen? Is it possible? I certainly feel like I'm in love with Fleur though.

I was still smiling as I entered the suite my parents and I were sharing. There were two bedrooms, with a bathroom for each, in the suite and a small living area with a small kitchen. The walls were decorated in a light blue color with a floral pattern on the bottom half of the walls. Practically the whole city was in view from outside our window. I looked out the window and spotted the park and specifically the small cluster of trees in the middle in it. The smile never left my face as I remembered everything that just happened, not wanting to forget.

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We were walking quite close together. I could feel the burning numbness of her touch as my hand brushed hers. I was lost in my thoughts and we weren't speaking. It might've looked a bit awkward from an on-lookers point of view. The air between us felt quite awkward. I always have something to say! Why can't I figure out what to say now?

Attempts at a little conversation did not go over well. She asked me a question, I answered and she didn't answer back. I did wish she didn't say "oh," though. If it was anything but that, I wouldn't have minded. I wished the conversation would have lingered on.

A few more moments passed and I looked up at Fleur. Her face held concentration. I couldn't take it anymore. I needed to talk. So I asked where we were going. She replied by telling me we were going someplace in the park to talk. I nodded and once again we were walking in silence. Somewhere to talk? Well that's better than this I guess. I felt myself pulling away from her; I couldn't take feeling her hands brush up against mine anymore. One more touch and I probably would have lunged myself at her and kissed her right there.

Moving away was the best thing I could do if I didn't want to lose my self control. Soon, we were turning into a fairly large park. I followed her down a small path towards what looked to be a tiny forest in the middle of the park. To my surprise she walked straight into the mass of trees. I followed her in, walking a little behind now.

Needless to say, I was amazed by this place. I was simply captivated by it. There wasn't much to it. The inside of the forest made a small circle. It was beautiful. I looked around, my eyes exploring. Looking up to the sky I saw a sort of window replica.

"'Ermione, Come sit wiz me," I heard Fleur say. I stood in my spot for a moment before realizing I probably looked like an idiot. So I walked over to her, careful to leave enough space between us. Fleur looked at the small space, but said nothing of it. Was it too much? Should I move a little closer? I didn't.

"So." She was trying to make another conversation. I was grateful for it. I heard myself asking how she found this place. Was my wonder of this place showing?

"I was upset one day, so I went for a walk in zis park. Somezing willed me to go into ze clump of trees 'ere and I just found zis place. It's beautiful isn't it?"

"It is," I agreed. "How many people know about it?" She explained to me that only she and I knew. She then rose from her seat and walked to the outer rim of the circle. I saw her draw her wand out and mutter a spell. She returned to her seat with a bright smile on her face. "What spell did you use?" I wasn't surprised to hear that coming out of my mouth.

"I've been playing around wiz ze Fidelus charm lately, and managed to find a way to hide zis place from everyone." I was amazed she had been able to alter the charm; I'd have to remember to ask her about it another time.

I made a small comment about this being our spot; I immediately regretted it, thinking it was stupid. But to my surprised, she agreed. Her voice said she was thinking along the same lines as me.

Before I knew what I was doing I had to go and open my big mouth. "Why'd you show me?" I looked around the place. I didn't know what I felt more. Fear, for being here alone with her or love for showing me this place. She has me alone; she could be doing anything to me right now. Not that I'd mind, really. "I mean, I'm noting special-" She cut me off.

"Not special?" she said. "'Ow can you say you're not special?"

I let myself pour out to her. I was reliving the Tournament, letting my relationship with Viktor fly free. I was telling her what I usually don't tell anyone. I've never been able to talk to people about things before. She…she has this concerning nature. It makes me feel safe; it makes me open up to her. "I've never showed this side of me before," I whispered.

"What side?" She moved closer to me and took both of my hands in hers.

"My vulnerable side, my weak side." I could see she was thinking about what I said. "My books were my hiding place. I've always loved books and everyone knew it, so it was easy to just mask my emotions in them and my studies. When everyone saw me study more, practice more they said nothing about it. It was the easiest route I could find that no one would question. And no one did."

"I zink you are special." Her voice was soft, soft enough for me to miss it if we weren't alone. "I zink you are beautiful." I felt her let go of my hands and placed one on my cheek. Her skin sent tingles through my body. "I zink you are amazing, I zink-" I threw my hand onto her mouth, effectively shutting her up. I couldn't take her saying those things to me.

"Stop," I whispered. I pulled my hand away saying, "Just stop." She kept her hand on my face. I could feel her thumb tracing small circles. I leaned into her touch. "I can't take you saying those things to me. It makes me…" I cut off my sentence, throwing her hand away from me.

"Makes you, what?"

I paused for a long moment debating if I should tell her how I feel. I sighed, "Makes me want to kiss you…to…to love you," I muttered. I buried my face in my hands, not wanting to see her.

"What's wrong wiz loving me?" I could hear the heartbreak in her voice and it killed me to know I caused it.

"Nothing!" I replied quickly. "Absolutely nothing. But I can't. I know my parents and they wouldn't care for having their only daughter fall in love with another girl," I breathed. My face was still covered, but she slid her hand under my chin and lifted it up so I would look into her eyes.

She stared into my eyes for a long time. "Who cares what zey zink? What matters is what you zink." She stopped for a minute before speaking again. "Do you love me?"

"I…I don't know." She grabbed her hand back from my chin. I didn't want her to feel like I was pushing her away, so I quickly took a hold of one of her hands. "I've never felt like this. No one does to me what you do to me." I admitted. I placed my one free hand on her cheek; she placed hers on top of mine.

"What do I do to you?" she whispered.

"You make my insides flip. You make my whole body tingle at you touch." I rubbed the hand I was holding. "When I see you I automatically imagine the feel of your lips on mine-"

"Zen kiss me." She said, cutting me off.

"What?" I asked, dumbfounded.

"Kiss me," she repeated. I looked at her before slowly leaning in-

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My mother and father greeting me shook me out of the scene I was reliving. Oh how I wanted to kiss her…

"Where have you been Hermione? It's past twelve! The show starts in two and a half hours," my mum said. Well that would explain their clothing. My mum was wearing a short-sleeved purple silk shirt. Her pants were black, with a silver pin-stripe running along the length. And my dad was wearing a simple, yet elegant suit. And then it dawned on me.

Oh right, the show. I forgot about that. With the promise that I'd go to an opera showing, I won over the idea for them to let me go off on my own. I smiled to myself. More time with Fleur. "Sorry mum. I ran into an old friend this morning at the café. We haven't talked since my fourth year. So we spent awhile catching up."

"Oh, well, okay then. Hurry up and get ready, we've got to go." My mother and father turned to leave.

"Mum, its okay if I meet up with my friend at the park later tonight right?" I asked. She and my father looked at each other.

"We were going to go out for an early dinner after the show, but I guess it is fine." She obviously wanted me with them.

"Well you and dad can still go out, I'll just catch a cab back to the hotel, change and meet her at the park," I argued. I looked at my dad with pleading eyes. He in turn looked to my mother. It was a stern look. I hid my smile, knowing he was trying to get her to give in and let me go.

"Have fun, but there is no getting out of the show." She had a smile on her face.

"I wouldn't think of it," I joked, a smile still on my face from earlier. "Thanks!" I added. My parents left the room and I walked to the closest to grab a towel before heading to the bathroom to take a quick shower. I let the water warm up a little prior to removing my clothes. I stepped under the warm water. It cascaded down my head, dripping all over. I let the warmth envelope me.

After a lengthy shower, I made my way back towards my room. I quickly dressed in the clothes left aside for today and went back to the bathroom to dry my hair.

Half an hour had passed and the three of us were now in the cab, driving towards the theater. I couldn't get my mind off of Fleur. Two words haunted my thoughts since I left the park. 'Kiss me.' Oh how I wanted to feel her lips on mine.

A little while later, we were standing outside the theater waiting for the doors to open for the matinee performance. Fleur's face implanted itself inside my brain. There is no way I'm not in love with the girl. Six-thirty felt like forever away…

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(A/N: I know you all expected more, but as stated before: filler. Chapter 4 is in-progress and you probably won't get untill Sunday or Monday. If not then, then sometime next week.

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