A/N: Written for Sapphic Season over on HPFC using the prompt camping trip.

Word count: 996

Fleur unpacked her bag quietly.

She hadn't known what to expect when Bill invited her to join his family's camping trip. It had felt like intruding to say yes. After all, Harry Potter was the only other person coming who wasn't a Weasley, and he might as well have been. But Bill was the only friend Fleur had made since moving to England, and she had hoped that maybe this trip would provide her with a few more.

It hadn't occurred to her that she'd be sharing a tent alone with Ginny until they arrived at the campsite. Ginny who looked at her with vague disapproval in her eyes; Ginny who was the one member of the family that Fleur wasn't sure she could win over.

So, she unpacked her bag quietly, keeping all of her things on her bed, even as Ginny scattered her own things across the enchanted tent.

Fleur watched her out of the corner of her eye, noting the full bottle of firewhisky that she stored under her bed where it wouldn't be spotted by her father or brothers. She glanced over at Fleur as she stood back up, challenging the other woman to say something. She didn't.

As she got to the bottom of her trunk, Ginny even pulled out a crumpled Gryffindor tie and snorted to herself.

"That's what I get for bringing my old school trunk I suppose," she muttered to herself.

She threw the tie back in the trunk and closed the lid with a snap.

Unable to stand the tension any longer, Fleur used the tie as an icebreaker.

"You finished school this year, didn't you?"

Ginny raised an eyebrow in her direction, analyzing her as if she'd uncover an ulterior motive and not a girl who just wanted to be friendly.

"Yeah," she answered slowly.

"What will you be doing now then?" Fleur asked, settling on the edge of her bed and giving Ginny her best smile.

Ginny mirrored her by sitting, but her own lips remained tilted downward.

"Holyhead Harpies tryouts are in two months," she said with a shrug. "They're one of the Quidditch teams here in Britain. Angelina thinks I'm talented enough to make the team. If I'm not, I'll figure it out from there."

Fleur vaguely remembered the name Angelina. If she remembered correctly, she was the girlfriend of one of Ginny's brothers, but she wasn't sure which one. She did wish Angelina had tagged along on the camping trip as she might have been more forgiving towards Fleur than Ginny was.

"Hmm," Fleur hummed. "I have always found Quidditch players attractive."

She'd said the words without thinking but froze the second they were out of her mouth. She glanced cautiously at Ginny to find the girl smirking at her, her head tilted to one side. Fleur got the distinct impression that she'd just become far more interesting in Ginny's eyes.

"Male Quidditch players?" Ginny asked.

Fleur shrugged, doing her best to appear nonchalant.

"Both."

Ginny's grin turned downright devilish. She gave a slight laugh and bounced slightly on her bed.

"I thought you were trying to get with my brother," she said, shaking her head.

Fleur smiled.

"Bill and I are just friends. I thought he'd have mentioned that."

Ginny snorted and rolled her eyes.

"He did. I just didn't believe him. It seemed pretty stupid that he wouldn't have a crush on you considering how gorgeous you are."

Fleur knew she wasn't imagining the way Ginny's eyes scanned her body. Though she was used to people openly admiring her appearance, she found herself affected by the intensity of Ginny's gaze.

"So, if Quidditch players are your type, how do I stand up?" Ginny asked with a smirk.

She stood and even flexed for Fleur's benefit, her muscles bulging against the sleeves of her shirt. Fleur didn't bother to hide the way her eyes soaked in the view.

"Very well," she said, her voice low.

Ginny's face was flushed, but it wasn't from embarrassment. She was the picture of confidence as she sat back down on her bed.

"You always seemed really stuck up during the Triwizard Tournament," she said. "And I hated how stupid all the guys became around you. It was annoying. You could have anyone, so I kind of like being able to have an effect on you, I'm not gonna lie."

"I remember you from back then," Fleur replied with a grin of her own. "You were fiery, and I admired that. But you've really grown since then."

Ginny tilted her head to the side again. Fleur's eyes flickered to her neck as her hair fell away from it.

"When did you notice?" Ginny asked, leaning forward.

Though they were each on their own beds with the room stretching between them, they felt incredibly close in the moment.

"The first time Bill invited me over to dinner."

She leant forward, mimicking Ginny as if the other woman were a magnet.

"I thought you hated me," Ginny said, her voice so low that Fleur leant further forward to better hear her. "You seemed distant, even when I tried speaking to you."

"Your brother is the only friend I have in England. How was I supposed to tell him that I found his little sister utterly gorgeous?"

Ginny gave another laugh and stood up. Fleur watched with wide eyes as Ginny strode the few steps between them and stood over Fleur, her hair hanging around her face as she looked down at her.

"When Bill said he was inviting you, I was annoyed," she admitted. "But this camping trip just became much more interesting."

She leant in close, brushing hair away from Fleur's face and smirking when Fleur sucked in a sharp breath.

"We're still in a tent," Fleur pointed out, though she couldn't look away from Ginny's lips. "The others may—"

"That's what silencing charms are for."

Fleur raised no further objections as Ginny's lips touched her own.