A/N: So you might have noticed the chapters coming real fast… my girlfriend has been away for a week now so my entire life is ps4 and reading fanfics hahah. Anyway, hope you enjoy my Fleurmione ramblings :)
Hermione practically floated back to the Gryffindor dormitories that night. She could not believe what had just happened. Fleur? Into her?! Hermione couldn't wipe the smile off her face. She kept thinking about the kiss, and how there were likely to be more.
She fell asleep that night thinking about Fleur kissing her.
The next morning, Hermione work early and met Harry and Ron in the common room to walk down for breakfast. She was still smiling so much even the boys commented on her great mood.
"I've just been getting some great study done…" Hermione murmured, smiling.
As they approached the Great Hall, a flurry of Beauxbatons students were arriving. Hermione tried to seek out Fleur in the crowd. Although she shouldn't have bothered, as within moments, a lanky Hufflepuff boy approached the group with a sheet of paper quivering in his hands. A few of the Beauxbatons girls shifted out of his way, revealing Fleur.
The crowd outside the Great Hall stopped jostling and chatting to watch the scene unfold.
"Erm, I wrote you a poem, Fleur…"
"Oh no…" Harry and Ron mumbled in unison.
"Roses are red, violets are blue…"
Fleur looked coldly at the Hufflepuff and cut him off.
"Please, non."
The Hufflepuff boy looked crestfallen and immediately dashed from the entranceway, in the direction of the Hufflepuff common room.
Harry, Ron and Hermione resumed their wander towards the entrance.
"I mean blimey, Fleur Delacour! As if anyone has a shot with her!" Ron exclaimed.
Hermione felt quietly smug as she remembered Fleur pressing her against the bookshelf in the library, kissing her neck.
As the crowd congested at the doorway into the Great Hall, Hermione could hear Fleur's musical laugh as she chatted to her Beauxbatons friends.
"I mean, approaching me with a poem? Ze British are not even a challenge!" After this, Hermione could not decipher the rest as Fleur switched into French, only speaking the occasional English word.
Hermione frowned. Was that what she was? A challenge for Fleur? She thought back to how cocky Fleur looked when she had got her to admit she wanted her. She thought about Fleur's teasing smiles as she had told Fleur she was straight.
But then, Hermione's mind turned to how good it felt… Maybe being Fleur's challenge wasn't so bad with those benefits? Hermione shook her head.
Hermione didn't have potions today so thankfully didn't have any distractions as she steeled herself not to become a toy for the cold French witch.
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That night, Fleur didn't appear at the library, which only served to darken Hermione's mood. The silver lining was that she managed to get a large amount of work done for all of her classes, instead of being focussed on Potions for so long like the nights she had studied with Fleur.
She was so engrossed it was almost midnight by the time she finished.
'Ah, another exciting Friday night in the life of Hermione Granger," Hermione thought to herself, as she carried a stack of books into the shelves to return. She had put two of them back when she turned around and came face to face with a sultry blonde witch.
"Jesus! Fleur!" Hermione yelped, dropping her books.
Fleur smiled quietly, watching Hermione.
"I thought you were coming to study this evening?" Hermione asked, recovering from the shock.
"Ah, 'Ermione," Fleur said slowly, walking towards Hermione, "I am 'ere aren't I?"
Fleur got close and started running a hand up Hermione's arm. Hermione stood her ground, trying not to give in.
"I 'ave been thinking about you all today…" Fleur murmured. At that, Hermione leaned forward and kissed Fleur, who promptly pulled her into her. She felt Fleur's hands running up her back and her hand made its way to tangle in Fleur's impossibly soft hair. Fleur's tongue made its way into Hermione's mouth again and her hands moved down to Hermione's ass. Hermione was lost in the kiss.
Fleur pulled back and started kissing Hermione's neck, slowly and then more fiercely. Hermione moaned lightly and Fleur's hands made their way to her front, moving downwards until they started pulling at the waistband of Hermione's skirt. At this, Hermione jerked suddenly away and stepped back.
"I'm not going to be your stupid challenge," Hermione said abruptly, surprising even herself.
Fleur was slightly out of breath and looked confused, "What do you mean?"
Hermione's confidence continued, "I don't want to be another notch on your bedpost, Fleur, or some stupid challenge to complete." Part of Hermione's body was still longing to be a notch on Fleur's bedpost, but that was besides the point. Hermione had pride.
"You're not some game to me, 'Ermione…" Fleur said eventually.
"So you weren't just planning on sleeping with me and then never hanging out with me again?" Hermione countered.
Fleur looked sullen and pouted, "But, 'Ermione, I am part Veela, I 'ave needs you know…"
"Ah." Hermione suddenly understood. A wave of disappointment crashed over her. She wasn't sure what she had expected from Fleur, but she certainly wasn't prepared for an admission that she was being used. She shook her head.
Fleur pouted again and attempted to put her arms around Hermione's waist again. Hermione wrenched away, irritated.
"God, you are such a brat, d'you know that Fleur?" Hermione said, bitterness tinging her voice, "You didn't even show up to study like you said you would."
Hermione turned her back to Fleur and stormed out of the library, not looking back.
Hermione's mind raced as she walked back to the dormitory. She was surprised she cared so much.
'I guess I really do have a crush on Fleur…' she thought to herself.
She stomped up the stairs to the girls dormitory rooms.
'Of course, my first crush on a girl would be on a fuckboy,' Hermione thought with irritation, 'Really keeping with my brand on that one…'
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Over the weekend, Hermione delved even deeper into her studies, avoiding even Harry and Ron. To add salt to the wound she had suffered on Friday, she had two red marks on her neck from Fleur to remind her of what had happened. And despite herself, the sight of them both still made her blush at the memory.
She was seriously considering calling in sick to Monday's potions class to avoid seeing Fleur, but then Hermione couldn't bring herself to actually miss a class.
Eventually, Monday came, and Potions class with it. Hermione arrived early as usual, a scarf around her neck so Fleur wouldn't get the satisfaction of seeing her handiwork. Hermione braced herself for it to be awkward, or worse, for Fleur to be cold with her after calling her a brat.
However, when Fleur breezed in and joined the class, she was perfectly cordial. She greeted Hermione, split the tasks up as usual, and even offered some useful annotations for Hermione's notes.
As the class ended, Hermione got up to leave and Fleur placed a hand on her arm.
"'Ermione, I am sorry about Friday night." Fleur began, and Hermione almost fell over in shock at the proud girl apologising.
"It was selfish of me, I know," Fleur continued, "but I do genuinely enjoy studying with you and 'ope we can go back to being study partners."
Hermione eyed her suspiciously, but Fleur's face looked genuine.
Hermione sighed. It really was hard to resist Fleur after all.
"Okay then."