"Oh my god, this is gonna be good," Ron chuckled through a mouthful of hashbrowns and elbowing Harry. Harry and Hermione looked up from their breakfasts to see Malfoy swaggering across the Great Hall and over to the Ravenclaw table. He came to a stop beside Fleur and looked around the room, catching Hermione's eye as she watched on from the Gryffindor table and winking at her. Hermione plunged her fork into a hashbrown violently.

Malfoy smirked before clearing his throat.

"I've seen you checking me out, Delacour, I know you have the hots for me."

Fleur's face twisted into a look of disgust and Hermione twisted her fork harder into her hashbrown.

Malfoy flashed a smile and ran a hand over his swept back hair, "so what say you? Will you go on a date with me?"

Ron and Harry's mouths were hanging open, waiting for the inevitable rejection.

Fleur glanced over at Hermione. Hermione shut her eyes with dread and gave a very slight nod.

"Oui," Fleur replied in a deadpan voice.

Malfoy turned around, lifting his arms in the air, to face the Slytherin table. The table erupted into cheers.

"No way!" Ron spluttered.

Hermione threw her fork loudly on the platter of bacon in the middle of the breakfast table, "If there's any justice that would be Malfoy sliced up on there," she muttered darkly.

Harry nodded, taking consolation that at least his friends found Malfoy as intolerable as him, "yeah."

/

Hermione sat down next to Fleur in potions after breakfast. Fleur was pouting.

"I feel zat Malfoy has more than got me back for turning him into a piglet," she whined, "do I really 'ave to go on ze date with 'im?"

Hermione touched Fleur's arm, "I'm sorry, I just really don't want to get into a big thing with Harry and Ron about this. They already got into a huge fight just over Harry having his name get into the goblet of fire… this would be a million times worse, especially with how Malfoy would paint it."

Fleur groaned and yanked her books out of her bag sulkily.

Hermione shuffled her chair closer to Fleur and reached under the table, holding Fleur's hand. Fleur smiled.

"Its just unfair, I 'aven't even been on a date with you yet," Fleur said, pouting again.

Snape was scratching the day's task on the blackboard at the front of the classroom.

"If we nail this potion, I'll think about it," Hermione said cheekily, leafing to the appropriate page and starting to circle tasks they could split.

/

After dinner, Hermione met Fleur in the library as usual and they settled in for the evening's study.

Fleur was writing up an essay for transfiguration and Hermione was marking pages down in her arithmancy textbook for future reference when they were suddenly interrupted by someone sitting heavily in a chair at their table.

"Hey, babe, excited for our date?" Malfoy smirked leaning back on his chair.

Fleur looked up from her essay to glare at him.

"Malfoy, don't you have better things to do…" Hermione groaned, looking up from her textbook.

"What's wrong Granger? Anyone would say you're jealous."

Hermione glared at him too, conscious that the library was fairly crowded and anyone could overhear. Malfoy chuckled smugly and moved to put an arm around Fleur.

"Don't you think we look like a good couple, Granger?"

"You look like her weird ugly cousin," Hermione said, irritated.

Malfoy looked from Hermione to Fleur before laughing at their annoyed faces.

"Boy, this is the gift that keeps on giving!"

He stood up finally and with one sweeping motion, kissed Fleur on the cheek and swaggered out of the library again.

Fleur shuddered as Malfoy left and looked sulky again.

Hermione sighed heavily, "you know what, I can't study anymore, that absolute git has ruined my concentration." She packed up her books.

Fleur pouted, "But zis is when I usually spend actual time with you! Will you at least walk me back to ze Beauxbatons carriage?"

Hermione smiled, Fleur looked so sulky that she Hermione found herself nodding. She waited for Fleur to pack up her things before walking out of the library. They walked in a silence through the Hogwarts hallways before stepping into the dark grounds. Hermione took Fleur's hand,

"I'm sorry about the Malfoy thing," Hermione said.

Fleur beamed at walking through the grounds holding hands with Hermione, her sulkiness already forgotten. They stepped onto the Beauxbatons carriage, which predictably was magically expanded within.

The inside of the carriage was an ornate hallway with detailed white wooden doors. Hermione walked with Fleur to the end of the hallway, where Fleur muttered something in French and the door sprang open.

Fleur's room was massive. She had a king sized bed with a canopy, a large wooden wardrobe, a wooden set of drawers, a couple of armchairs with a small side table, and a desk.

"Wow, you really get what you pay for with Beauxbatons," Hermione murmured, looking around. How unbelievable that even Beauxbatons' travelling accommodation was far nicer than the Hogwarts dorms.

Fleur placed her bag down on one of the armchairs before turning to Hermione.

"Were you actually jealous?" she asked softly, her eyes dark as she gazed at Hermione.

"Of what?" Hermione said, playing dumb. She didn't want to admit how much she had wanted to rip Malfoy's limbs off his body when he kissed Fleur on the cheek.

Fleur walked over to Hermione and put her hands around her waist.

"I really like you, 'Ermione," she said, looking sweetly at her, "Will you go on a date with me?"

Hermione looked silently back at Fleur.

"It doesn't 'ave to be a big deal, we could go for a trip to 'Ogsmeade," Fleur added nervously.

Hermione kissed Fleur gently, "Yes," she said, smiling.

"Anyway, I should be heading back to the castle, I should probably have an early night"

Fleur nodded and turned away, "me too," she said, suddenly pulling her uniform off.

Hermione froze, transfixed.

Fleur took off her shirt, shirt and shoes and socks. She was standing, back to Hermione, just in her lingerie. Hermione's eyes roamed over Fleur's flawless body. Fleur undid her bra and then wandered to over to the drawers, pulled out a t-shirt and put it on. She turned around and walked back to Hermione.

"Well, goodnight," Fleur said, kissing Hermione softly on the cheek.

"You are a cruel woman, Fleur Delacour," Hermione replied, and Fleur giggled. Hermione pulled Fleur into an embrace and kissed her deeply. Fleur was smiling when the kiss finished and she was left standing in Hermione's arms.

"Stay," she begged.

Hermione smirked, "hm, depends what else you have to offer, Delacour…"

Fleur promptly pulled the t-shirt off again and dropped it on the floor.

Hermione's eyes widened and roamed down Fleur, a pang of desire jolting through her.

The next thing Hermione knew, she was settling into Fleur's bed, clad only in her underwear, although she was blushing at being in such a state in front of Fleur. Fleur had an arm around Hermione and they were cuddling.

As Fleur sighed happily, Hermione suddenly realised she may have lost her upper hand. A devilish smile suddenly appeared on her face and she started kissing Fleur's neck. Fleur pulled her closer and Hermione started kissing down Fleur's chest. Fleur gasped as Hermione teased her nipples with her tongue. She paused as Fleur squirmed under her and started kissing down Fleur's toned stomach. She reached the waistband of Fleur's underwear and pulled at the waistband teasingly, kissing at Fleur's hips. Fleur moaned with longing and squirmed some more, but Hermione returned upwards to kiss Fleur on the lips.

Fleur looked uncomfortable, "'Ermione, you tease me…" she whined, her voice shaking. She moved slightly on to her side to kiss Hermione deeply, and Hermione's hands ran down Fleur's bare back and down to her ass.

"'Ermione, please…" Fleur continued.

Hermione smirked, "tell me what you want, Fleur…" she said teasingly.

"'Ermione, I want you to fuck me…"

/

The next morning Hermione awoke to the sun streaming in through the window onto Fleur's bed. She stretched and looked beside her at the naked blonde French witch sleeping quietly. A thrill of happiness ran through her and she kissed Fleur's forehead before getting up and getting changed.

/

"Wow, Hermione, you look kind of, well, kind of like me today," Ron said at breakfast, eying up Hermione's crumpled uniform and untucked shirt.

"Finally giving up on being the teacher's pet today?" he added, loading some more toast into his mouth.

"Shut up, Ronald, I just studied late last night."

"Ginny says you didn't come back to the dormitory last night," Harry said suddenly, buttering a piece of toast.

"Wait, what?" Ron said suddenly, "You didn't come back last night Hermione?"

Hermione held her breath, dreading what was about to come next.

Ron's eyes narrowed, "wait, when did you see Ginny between last night and this morning?" he suddenly asked Harry.

Harry looked guilty and attempted to change the subject.

"Now wait just a minute, mate!" Ron said, knocking over his orange juice.

Hermione grabbed a scone and took the opportunity to slip away from the Great Hall.