Hermione studied the features of the would be owner of the fallen items and noticed her flowing blonde hair, electrifying blue eyes, and glowing peach colored skin. She looks so familiar, but I don't know why. When she realized that she was staring, she blushed and stuck out her hand, "Hi, sorry about that. I'm Hermione Granger."

The blonde shook the offered hand, "I am pretty familiar wiz your name Mizz Granger, but I must azk if you are familiar wiz the name Fleur Delacour."

"Fleur Delacour? Hmm...Your name and face are familiar, but I just can't place where I've seen you or heard about you."

"Per'apz you know my zizter, Gabrielle Delacour. I believe zhe married your bezt friend, Ronald."

"Gabby's your sister? Oh, of course! So that makes you Ginny Weasley's sister-in-law. Amazing. Are you just visiting, or are you moving here?"

"I am planning to move 'ere, but I 'aven't found a place to ztay. Do you know where ze good apartmentz are located?"

"Actually, we have a spare room in our flat you can stay in if you like."

"Zat would be wonderful, but 'oo iz we?"

"Oh, my girlfriend and me. Are you okay with that?"

"Oui, of courze. Zo, 'oo iz your girlfriend?"

"Your sister-in-law, Ginny Weasley," Hermione smiled brightly as she mentioned her girlfriend's name.

So, Ginny is Hermione's girlfriend. I always knew she liked Hermione. That's probably why she hated me. Hermione is mine. I vowed to get her back and I will. "Oh, zo Ginny is your girlfriend. I am 'appy for you both." Fleur put on an overly happy smile.

"Thanks. So, after we pay for these things, do you want to grab a snack or something?"

"Zure!"

After they paid, Hermione and Fleur walked over to a bookstore.

"Excuse moi, but why are we going to a bookztore?"

"It isn't just a bookstore, it also has the best bakery in the world, both muggle and Wizarding."

The bookstore only looked two stories, but when they walked in, there were nine floors plus the bakery which made ten. When they entered, they were crowded by a ton of people. Hermione grabbed Fleur's hand and brought her to the bakery. They entered a private room located at the back.

" 'Ermione, I don't zink we are allowed to be 'ere."

"Of course we are, I own this building."

"Wow."

"Yeah. Hey, I noticed some of the people out there say your name. What do you do?"

"Well, back in France, I played for the Quidditch team. Now, I am going to play as a chaser in the UK and Ireland league."

"Really? What team?"

"Montroze Magpiez. 'ave you 'eard of zem?"

"Yes! That's the team that I own."

"Really?" Fleur said with grin on her face.

"Yeah. So, where've you been? Gabby was worried sick about you. She didn't mention it that much, but I could tell."

Before Fleur could answer, the door behind her opened.

"Hello Molly."

"Good afternoon, Hermione. Who's your friend?"

Fleur turned around, "Fleur Delacour, remember me?"

"The plate in Mrs. Weasley's hand dropped and shattered on the floor.

Hermione rushed over to her, "Molly...Molly are you alright?"

"Yez, Molly, are you alright?"

"F-F-Fleur Del-Delacour? You...your back? Why?"

"I 'ave come back to take back w'at iz mine."

"Well you can't! It belongs to someone else now!"

"But, it waz mine firzt!"

"Then you LEFT IT!!"

Molly was staring angrily at Fleur and Fleur stared angrily right back.

Hermione was puzzled. How well do they know each other? And what are they talking about? I have never seen Molly this mad before. "What is going on?!"

Molly's anger was hidden by a smile when she turned to Hermione. "Nothing...nothing Hermione dear."

"Yez, it iz nozing. Juzt a little dizagreement."

"About what?"

"Well, before I went away, I left zomezing. Molly zayz that it belongz to zomeone elze now, zo I can't 'ave it. Do you agree?"

"Kind of. It depends on the situation though."

"'ow zo?"

"Well, it depends on what it is, how you got it, and under what condition you left it."

"In zat caze, it iz a living zing zat in a way, I earned. I left it under ze condition zat I waz keeping it zafe."

"I guess it could be considered yours, but if the person who has been taking care of it still wants it, then it's theirs also. Since this is a living thing, it probably has to choose," Hermione said, not knowing how right she was.

Molly cleaned up her mess and asked, "Fleur are you just visiting?"

"Non, actually I am moving 'ere. 'Ermione offered me ze extra room in 'er and Ginny's flat."

"What?!" Molly dropped the pieces she picked up off the ground earlier, making them break even more.

"Molly! Are you alright?" Hermione asked, while sending away the broken fragments with her wand.

Molly ignored the question, "You're going to live with Hermione and Ginny? Y-you can't!"

"Why not? I'm sure Ginny won't mind. They'll be able to bond over Quidditch, plus Fleur is practically family. You can trust family." Hermione tried to calm her.

"H-Hermione, don't you think that you should discuss this with Ginny first?"

"Molly, Fleur is family and Ginny loves family. She's also caring and sweet. I'm sure she will be okay with this. Now, Fleur and I are just gonna grab a quick bite to eat and then go," she turned to Fleur, "Do you want anything in particular, because I'll just go and get it."

"W'at do you zuggezt?"

"Well, the pecan tarts are delicious, they're my favorite."

Of course, pecan tarts. How can I forget?

Flashback

"Fleur, please try one. They're so good. Just one bite and you'll be craving for more," Hermione said while holding out a small circular dessert with crust and nuts.

"W'at iz zat? It lookz dizguzting," Fleur scrunched up her nose.

"It's just a pecan tart."

"Nutz? You know I do not like nutz. Zey are so greazy and zalty. Non." Fleur tried her best to move away, but that was impossible since Hermione chose that moment to sit on her lap.

"Fleur, they're pecans, not peanuts. It's really, really, really good. Please, just one bite."

Fleur shook her head. "Non, 'Ermione. Even if I love you and zink you are cute, I will not follow zrough wiz ziz requezt!"

Hermione pouted, but then an idea popped up in her head. Fleur was too busy turning away from the tart that she didn't notice the conniving smile Hermione had on her face. "Fleur? Can I just have a kiss then?"

Fleur turned to her and grinned, "Now zat iz a requezt I will 'appily comply wiz."

Their lips met in a loving and tender kiss. Hermione gently ran her tongue along Fleur's bottom lip making her two lips part, but instead of a warm little tongue meeting her own, she tasted a delicious gooey and crunchy treat. She opened her eyes to find Hermione with half a pecan tart in her hand and the other half stuffed in her mouth.

Hermione's eyes were closed, afraid of her girlfriend's reaction, but they opened when the sweet in her hand was removed. She opened her eyes in time to see Fleur swallow the tart with a guilty smile. Hermione smirked, "Told you."

"Mmm...oui you did," Fleur replied while licking the crumbs off her fingers, "but you zee, ziz plan of yourz backfired."

"Why is that?"

"Becauze, now I like zem, I will look for ze rest, and eat zem all." Fleur smiled and gently pushed Hermione off her lap, then ran to find the tray full of tarts.

Hermione landed on the ground. "Hey!" she laughed then got up to chase after Fleur and find those pecan tarts. "Fleur! Forget what I said, pecans are nuts! Fleur!"

End Flashback

"Fleur?"

"Hmm? Oh, yez. I will 'ave a pecan tart. Zey are my favorite treatz alzo."

"Really? Wow. Ginny doesn't like them. She doesn't like nuts and she considers pecans as nuts."

"Ah, well, zhe iz mizzing out."

"That's what I told her. I'll be right back." Hermione exited the private room leaving Fleur and Molly alone.