A/N: Here's the next chapter! I should really be catching up on my homework, but writing this seemed so much more appealing.

Disclaimer:'( All characters & such belong to JKR.

Ginny sat up, and ran a hand through her tousled hair. "Well I don't understand, Hermione. I don't understand how you could betray all of us, and for Phlegm." Ginny snarled. She turned and walked away.

Hermione sat there, tears streaming down her face, wondering what on earth she would do next

Ginny threw open the back door to her house and stomped up the stairs to her room. She threw herself onto her bed and huffed. Hermione and Fleur?! That's so disgusting! How could Hermione do this to us? To me?!

The door flew open unexpectedly, causing Ginny to jolt upright. Ron and Harry burst through the doorway carrying their brooms. "Hey Gin!" Ron said brightly. "Wanna come play some Quidditch with us?"

Ginny, full of new rage, jumped off of her bed. "Have you ever heard of knocking, Ron? I could've been naked!" Ron's face paled at the thought. "Now GET OUT!" she whipped out her wand and aimed it at the boys.

They quickly retreated.

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While Ginny was in her room brooding, Hermione was hugging her knees and sobbing into them. She felt herself ache for the compassion of Fleur. Hermione knew Fleur would make her feel better. She'd take Hermione in her arms and murmur soothing words to her in French.

But Fleur wasn't here. Hermione pushed herself up off of the ground, and tried to summon the strength to apparate back to the Burrow.

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Harry knocked lightly on Ginny's door, waited a moment, and then pushed it open.

"What was the point of knocking if you're just going to barge on in anyway?" Ginny asked indignantly.

"Sorry." Harry sat down on Ginny's bed. "I just thought you could use some company. You seem upset."

"I'm not upset." Ginny insisted.

Harry gave Ginny a knowing look. "Gin, come on. I know that you and Hermione are fighting. You're both my friends, and I don't like it when you fight."

"It's nothing." Ginny lied. "Just girl stuff."

Harry seemed unconvinced. "Alright then. Just remember that I'm here if you me." He started to walk away, hesitated, then placed a quick kiss on Ginny's cheek. His cheeks turned pink, then he made his way out the door.

Ginny placed a hand to her cheek, and smiled.

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Hermione knocked on Fleur's door for the second time that day. "Fleur?" she whispered. "Fleur, let me in. Please." Tears began to well up in Hermione's eyes. She tried the doorknob, but found it locked. She whipped out her wand and mumbled several unlocking spells. She grinned, Fleur had used a very complex locking charm, but it was no match for Hermione.

She walked into Fleur's bedroom and took in her surroundings. The room was completely different from Fleur's room at her own house. It was much more simple; with just a single-sized bed, a plain looking dresser, a table, and a fireplace. It didn't have much of a lived-in look.

Hermione sighed and laid down on Fleur's bed. She inhaled deeply. The pillow smelled of Fleur, which had currently become Hermione's favorite scent. Lilac and warm, clean laundry. An idea suddenly occurred to her, and Hermione walked briskly out of the room, and returned several moments later with her trunk floating in front of her. She was sure that Fleur wouldn't mind Hermione moving in. After all, how was she supposed to sleep in the same room as Ginny? Her once best friend hated her now, and would probably take Hermione sleeping in there as a come on to her.

Hermione took one of her favorite books out of her trunk, and laid down to read it and wait for Fleur. Soon, the dancing light from the fireplace began to lull her into a deep sleep.

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"Wake up, 'ermione. Wake up sweet'eart." Fleur murmured. Her heart sang at the sight that was on her bed. Hermione was curled up on the end of her bed, eyes closed and book clutched firmly in her hands. She smiled and tried to pry the novel from Hermione's hands, but did so in vain.

Hermione twitched and moaned in her sleep. Fleur placed a kiss on Hermione's forehead. Her eyes slowly opened and she looked at the figure towering over her in confusion. "F-Fleur?" she mumbled.

"Oui. 'ow long have you been sleeping in 'ere?" Fleur brushed strands of stray hair out of Hermione's eyes.

"Mmm, what time is it?"

"Around eleven o'clock. Ze Weasleys had dinner without you, but Mrs. Weasley 'as saved you a plate. No such luck for me." Fleur cupped Hermione's cheek and placed a small kiss on her lips.

"Where did you go, Fleur?" Hermione sat up and stretched her arms out.

Fleur smiled grimly. "Back to my 'ouse. I was getting a few zings, seeing as I am no longer welcome zere."

"Oh Fleur," Hermione whispered, "I'm so sorry."

"Do not be sorry, ma cherie. It is time I officially moved out anyway. I'm sorry I left without letting you know first. I 'eard you knock but I just wanted to get zere, get my zings, and be done with it."

Hermione wrapped her arms around Fleur's neck, and she gazed deep into her lover's eyes. Memories from the past few hours flowed into Hermione's mind and the horror of them appeared on her face.

Fleur frowned at the look on Hermione's face. "What is it, 'ermione? You look troubled."

Hermione averted her eyes from Fleur's inquiring gaze. "Fleur I- I did something stupid today." Tears welled up in her eyes. "I told Ginny about us."

Fleur's eyes widened. "You what 'ermione! 'ow could you do somezing so stupid?!"

Hermione looked taken aback at Fleur's outburst. "Excuse me? I'm sorry, Fleur. I just needed someone to confide in. I needed a friend, and Ginny was there. At least until I told her who I was seeing."

"'ermione. You need to understand somezing. Ze Weasleys must not know about ze broken engagement until Bill and I announce it officially and formally. Please do not screw zis up, 'ermione."

Hermione felt immensely offended. "I'm sorry, Fleur. I'm sorry that I confided in one of my friends. I can't limit myself to confiding in just you. I understand the severity of the situation, but I need my friends too." Hermione stood up, and walked to the door. "I'm going to go sleep on the couch tonight."

"No, 'ermione! Wait! Please, don't go. I'm sorry for yelling at you." She opened her arms. "Come 'ere. I did not even ask you how Ginny reacted."

Hermione walked back, and sat on the bed next to Fleur. "She didn't take it too well. She.." Hermione swallowed and held back her tears. "..she didn't take it well at all. She said that I..that we were disgusting and that she couldn't believe what I was doing. And that I would ruin things between her family and I." Her tears began to stream down her face.

Fleur wrapped her arms around Hermione. "'ermione, I am so sorry. Ginny will come around, I am sure of it."

"N-no she won't. We g-got in a b-big fight. I h-hit her a c-couple of times and-"

"You what? 'ermione! Fighting doesn't solve anyzing! Why did you hit her?!"

"She hit me first! I was just protecting myself. She thought that you were cheating on Bill and that I was helping you." Hermione pulled herself from Fleur's embrace and turned to face the wall. "I can't believe she thinks that I'm betraying everyone by simply having feelings for you!"

Fleur frowned. The youngest Weasley always had to make some sort of trouble, big or small. "I zink zat per'aps I should floo Bill. We need to call of ze wedding officially as soon as possible. Maybe zis will 'elp Ginny understand zat Bill and I are over."

Fresh tears spilled down Hermione's cheek. "It doesn't matter, Fleur. It w-won't change the fact that she thinks what we're doing is disgusting. I've lost one of my best friends."

Fleur wiped her tears away and kissed Hermione softly, lacing her fingers through Hermione's. "I'm here for you, mon lapin."

Hermione smiled faintly before Fleur threw a blanket over the two of them. Soon sleep had tugged both of them away from reality, and into the tranquility of dreamland.