AN: Here it is! Sorry for the long wait. Everything has been hectic with finals and then the holidays. I would've had it up much sooner if I hadn't accidentally erased the chapter I already started working on. ugh, so I had to start with a completely new one that totally went in a different direction that I was going for. Hopefully, it's not too bad. I'll try to update more regularly since things have slowed down a bit.


Goblet Of Fire

Today was the day that the champions were going to be chosen. Hermione hadn't been particularly excited about it; she just didn't see the appeal of signing up to be put in these challenges that have a high mortality rate. For some reason her girlfriend did; it's the whole reason why she's even here. She and Fleur have been going out ever since they kissed at the black lake and it has been wonderful. They walk each other to class and sit together at lunch. They also go to the library a lot, mainly because Hermione has to study and Fleur just tags along.

The students were shocked at first that the super hot blonde from Beauxbatons is going out with bookworm Hermione Granger. Everyone thought that the blonde was dared to go out with her or that the brunette was blackmailing her. After about two weeks though, they seemed to accept it and moved on. It didn't stop the guys and girls (mostly guys) from ogling Fleur and she'll just have to learn to live with it since it comes with the package of dating Fleur Delacour. Fleur explained that she couldn't control her thrall sometimes when she's feeling strong emotions. Hermione has asked her why she isn't affected by it but all she got was a half shrug and stuttered out a response. The Gryffindor obviously didn't believe her but she just let it go. Hermione just thought she'd get it out of her one way or another.

Tonight Fleur was sitting at the Ravenclaw table with her school. Headmistress Maxime wanted Fleur there to show support for Beauxbaton. They kept locking eyes with each other and Hermione would smile at her, causing the blonde to blush almost every single time. Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in her side from being elbowed. Quite hard too, She thought. She looked to her right where Ginny was sitting with a frown on her face.

"What was that for?" Hermione asked while rubbing her tender ribs. Ginny just let out an exasperated sigh.

"It would be great if you could at least pretend like you're not trying to undress her with your eyes, at least not tonight, show some school spirit." Ginny snapped. This caught the attention of the rest of the golden trio but they just rolled their eyes. This has been happening ever since Ginny found out about her and Fleur. It's always when Fleur isn't around though like she wouldn't dare to do that in front of Fleur.

"I have no idea what you are talking about," Hermione said She knew perfectly well that was exactly what she was doing. What's wrong with checking my hot girlfriend? That's right nothing.

"You could be so annoying." Ginny deadpanned.

"Gin, What's the matter? Why are you being like this? Lately, all you've been doing is talking shit about Hermione." Ron questioned. You could tell with the pink rising in his cheeks that he was getting irritated with her behavior.

"Nothing! I'm just saying okay." Ginny said. Hermione just stayed quiet. I don't want to escalate things further, she thought. Just then, Dumbledore stepped up to the podium. He cleared his throat and everyone quieted down.

"Hello Everyone! Tonight is the night that the champions will be chosen for the Tri-wizard Tournament!" Dumbledore announced. The great hall erupted in cheers and applause.

"Now, the way this works is by this goblet that is lit up right now in blue flames will turn to red when it's going to throw out one of the papers you students submitted-"

Hermione stopped listening to what her headmaster was saying because she noticed that professor Moody was being more strange than usual. He was pacing back and forth a lot while looking around the room as if he was looking for someone. Her train of thought was interrupted when she heard the shout of the Durmstrang champion being chosen.

"The champion is Victor Krum!" Dumbledore shouted over the screams of Krum's fans. Hermione just rolled her eyes and politely clapped. She looked over at Ron and saw that he was almost falling out of his seat. Typical Ronald, she thought. Victor walked up and went to the backroom where the champions will be debriefed once they are chosen. She looked over at Fleur and saw that she was looking cool and collected. Hermione knew better though, she could tell by the steel grip she has on her younger sister's hand. The goblet turned red again and another piece of parchment flew out and landed directly in the headmaster's hand.

"Now for the Beauxbatons champion is, Fleur Delacour!" The room once again erupted into cheers and applause as she gracefully walked over to the room. On her way, she managed to send Hermione a smile that caused the people around her to start drooling. She just clapped and smiled right back her. Now it was the Hogwarts champion to be chosen. The goblet turned red again and the parchment comes gliding out. Its deathly quiet as the headmaster reads the name.

"The Hogwarts champion is CEDRIC DIGGORY!" Dumbledore shouted. The Hufflepuff table was the loudest; they just exploded with everyone jumping up and down in excitement. Cedric got up and went to the room. Once everyone calmed down, Dumbledore began to explain some more things to expect from the tournament.

"Wow! That was awesome, this is going to be an exciting year." Harry grinned.

"I know I'm actually starting to come around this whole idea of the tournament. Maybe it won't be so bad since I don't think Dumbledore would actually let anyone be killed by this." Hermione said.

"I told you guys Victor Krum was going to be a champion, there was no way he wasn't going to be picked," Ron said. All of a sudden the goblet turns red again making half the room gasp in surprise. It throws out a piece of parchment and Dumbledore catches it. He turns it in his hand and reads the name.

"Harry Potter." He said. The room is silent and everyone is staring at Harry. Harry's face is very pale with mortification. I nudge him to snap him out of his frozen state. He stumbles out of his seat and walks past everyone. What just happened? The great hall is filled with whispers and Dumbledore asks everyone to go back to their rooms. Dumbledore and the other teachers go into the room where the champions are waiting.

"What the bloody hell, I can't believe him!" Ron said. The brunette turned to look at the male redhead incredulously.

"What do you mean by that? You think Harry put his name in the goblet?"

"That's right, what else could it be? Harry Potter just wanting the attention again. He could at least told me so we both could have submitted out names." He said.

"Ronald that's crazy, why would he even do that? He already has enough problems of his own. Plus, you heard Harry saying he was happy the attention won't be on him because of the tournament." She said. Ron just shook his head.

"No mate, Harry did put his name. C'mon Ginny, Let's go back to the common room." He said. Ron and Ginny both left the great hall. The Gryffindor could not believe it. As if Harry would do something like this but she knows that Ron is as stubborn as she is and he won't change his mind anytime soon.


"So, what is your favorite color?" Hermione was lying on Fleur's bed. They were both working on their homework until the Gryffindor spoke up.

"Blue."

"What's your favorite dessert?"

"Ice cream."

"Favorite Number?"

"13"

"Favorite-"

"Ermione!" Fleur interrupted with a laugh.

"What."

"What is with all the random questions?" Fleur had an adorable look on her face that gave Hermione the urge to kiss it right off.

"I'm just trying to get to know my girlfriend. Is that a crime I don't know about in France?" The brunette teased.

"Oui, you will be fined 500 galleons if you as so much as find out what I like to do in my free time." Fleur joked. Hermione enjoyed having these moments with Fleur. They haven't had as much time to spend time together ever since the blonde was picked as champion. Headmistress Maxime has been training Fleur non-stop and honestly, Hermione is a little bit annoyed. The only times she can see Fleur was when they are eating but even then it's on a time limit so Fleur can go back to train. Today it was Fleur's resting day and they decided to make the most of it by being in Fleur's room since she didn't have roommates. Hermione rolled on top of Fleur and moved to rest her forehead against Fleur's.

"That's too bad because we're not in France right now." The Gryffindor's lips were just barely grazing the champions. Fleur's breath hitched and she wrapped her arms around Hermione's neck.

"Y-yeah, too bad." Hermione then closed the remaining distance and kissed Fleur. The champion let out a soft moan and started to run her fingers through the brunette's hair. Fleur has gotten better at being able to keep up now. With a hum, Hermione deepened the kiss by swiping her tongue across Fleur's lips. The blonde eagerly responded by giving Hermione access. The first time that Hermione did that, Fleur was shocked and blushed so hard that day that the brunette was worried she might burst a blood vessel. They both kept making out until they couldn't hold their breath anymore. When they separated, they were both breathing heavily.

"Yeah, I don't think kissing you would ever be boring," Hermione said. Fleur looked to be still coming down the high from kissing. Yeah, I got mad skills yo, Hermione thought. She mentally gave herself a hi-five.

"I missed you," Fleur responded. The blonde was rubbing her hands up and down the brunettes' sides causing her to get Goosebumps.

"I missed you too. I hate that this stupid tournament is keeping you so busy."

" I know Cherie, but it is what brought me to England. To you, and for that I am happy even if it is the reason that I am away from you." Fleur's words caused a warmth to explode inside Hermione's chest, making the brunette give the Frenchwoman the biggest smile.

"That has to be one of the sweetest things anyone has ever told me." Fleur giggled at that.

"And what is the other sweetest thing you've been told, hm?" She questioned with an eyebrow arched.

"That I am the brightest witch of my age of course."