"Tell me you love me," Hermione slurred, an air of inebriated confidence shining through her words as she courageously stepped towards her. "Tell me that you have always wanted me," she whispered, her hand driveling down her blouse. "That you've been dreaming of this moment," she said, and Fleur Delacour was suddenly rendered speechless as Hermione sighed. "Tell me."

Vampires and werewolves own the night, feeding off humans without recourse. As a Hunter, Emma Swan is dedicated to their destruction for her own reasons. But after the son she thought dead appears at her door sprouting fangs and walking in daylight, everything she thought she knew is thrown asunder. Especially in Storybrooke, Maine, governed by a mayor who is more than she seems.

Hermione Granger keeps waking up in Fleur Delacour's bed. Naked.

"I have been sleeping with someone," Regina began tentatively, an acute awareness that once she said the words out loud that the madness behind her highly unorthodox situation became all the more real, "whom I absolutely loathe." •Emma/Regina•

She looked so horribly French and Hermione could not stand it. ;Fleur/Hermione;