AN: Another update! Sorry it's taken so long guys. I really like how this chapter went, so I hope that all of you readers do also. About Happenstance, I am still writing out the next chapter so never fear about that one! All of my other stories ARE being worked on, so please don't think that I abandoned them. On a side note, you guys should all go read Destination: Love by xyouaremylobsterx , its amazingly awesome.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

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Months passed after that first kiss. The days passed in the same manor, Fleur would come and visit Hermione under the pretense of going to see the horses. No one suspected anything and so the girls continued in their secret relationship.

What also continued on was the increasing spread of talk about rebellion. All around the nation problems were arising because of the effectiveness of the king. By refusing to adapt to the new ideas proposed during the Enlightenment, he had doomed his people.

New political groups were rising, but so were taxes. The banks were closing because of bankruptcy or simply because they were not allowing people to withdraw their money.

People were panicking all around, the nation was falling around theme and many thought that fighting back was the best solution.

The last straw was pulled when the food shortages started. Crops were failing to grow, and what was able to be sold went for an exceptionally high price, prices that only the wealthy were able to pay for.

Things were no different at the Manor. The apple trees stopped bearing fruit because of a sudden frost that took the countryside by surprise. Layoffs were sure to happen, and happen they did.

Half of the pickers went first. Harry and Ron had just managed to keep their jobs, but they knew that if another sudden layoff was announced, then they would be next.

Hermione was safe because she drove the carriage, as well as the one who took care of the horses that were needed to pull said carriage. Her partner, however, was not so lucky.

With only his grandmother still alive, Nevil Longbottom had to go off in search for work after being one of the first to be fired.

The only oasis during this time for Hermione was Fleur. The blonde didn't care if Hermione was poor, she only cared for the girl just that much more. Being born into nobility, Fleur didn't have to worry about the shortage of food, did not k now about the bitter cold of a winter night without shelter.

Everyday, Fleur would bring food from her own kitchen to give to Hermione and her friends.

They didn't take any of it.

Its not that the didn't trust the blonde, it was because they felt that they were turning their backs on the people who were like them.

It eventually came to the point were Fleur started to use force in order to get Hermione to at least take the basket from her, not that Hermione knew it was happening.

When she saw the blonde coming, basket of food in hand, her brain would soon go fuzzy and she had the sudden urge to do whatever it took to make the blonde happy. It wasn't until Fleur left after kissing Hermione once on the lips, did the brunette find herself in her right state of mind, basket in hand.

This however, was not eaten by the trio. Instead they would go around the Manor and divide the food into equal portions to those who were even hungrier then themselves. No questions were asked about where the food came from, only a simple thanking nod of the head from the people.

One particular day, a new change developed within Hermione's relationship with Fleur.

Like any other day, Hermione was behind the barn smoking a cigarette, another item that was outrageously expensive but it was always best if one practiced their looting skills from time to time, when the sudden fuzzy feeling in her head appeared. This time it was accompanied with something else. This new something smelled like freshly baked bread, the smell after the rain, and all sorts of other things that Hermione loved to smell. It came with a new sensation that Hermione had rarely ever allowed herself to feel.

Her body locked up on its own as her pulse started to race and her breathing came in quick gasps. Her body seemed like it was on fire as a particular area between her legs throbbed and grew slick with every passing second.

The cigarette fell from her mouth and onto the floor as Fleur's lips captured hers in a kiss that only ignited her body even more. The blonde didn't hesitate, she pushed the brunette up against the wall with both hands before reaching down with her left to confidently cup Hermione's breast through her shirt.

Fleur felt the brunettes hard nipple through the lays of cloth that she used to keep them bound down, giving a particularly hard squeeze, she grinned into the kiss as she heard Hermione release a low moan and the desperate thrust of the other girl's hips against her own.

Pulling away, Fleur opened her eyes to look at the newly revealed girl before her. Releasing Hermione's breast, Fleur trailed her hand back up the other girls body to remove the hat that was always situated on the others head.

Hermione's eyes opened slowly, her mouth slightly parted to gasp in the cool surrounding air. Fleur watched with intense interest as the short wisps of mahogany hair either lay flat against the girls ears, or stood straight up just above her forehead.

Hermione knew that her face was flushed, she could feel the heat on her cheeks. As quick as it came, the deliciously confusing smell that betrayed her body disappeared like it had never been there. However, the force that made her brain fuzzy was still there, only at a much calmer note then it had even been before.

"Tell me your real name." Fleur said in a low, husky voice.

Hermione was mesmerized as the blond's eyes seemed to lighten into an almost translucent shade of silver, before returning to their customary sky blue.

"H-Hermione Granger."

Fleur mouthed the name to herself before grinning her usual crooked smile before leaning in and kissing Hermione again.

Its a shame that the war would start the very next day.