Hey guys! So this is my first time writing Fleur/Hermione so I'm pretty nervous! I'm a fairly new writer and reader. I only recently got into this pairing, I'm usually a Bellamione girl but I can't deny that this pairing is wonderful! I do have this pretty much planned out but whether or not I continue is completely up to you lovely people! Let me know what you think but more importantly enjoy! :D
'Come on 'Mione! We've been in here an hour already and I remember agreeing to one book!' Harry Potter sighed as his best friend continued to scan the shelves, constantly adding to her ever growing pile of books and giggling at her friend's moaning.
'Stop exaggerating Harry, it's barely been five minutes.' The brunette protested with a smile. 'I'm sure Ronald will be hanging around somewhere if you'd rather spend time with him.' Hermione smirked knowing exactly how her raven haired friend would react.
'Oh ha ha… Hermione Granger know-it-all and comedienne.' Harry winked.
Hermione smiled fondly at her friend as she meandered her way through more shelves, dragging the boy with her. The two had become incredibly close since the Tri Wizard tournament the year before. Their friendship with Ronald Weasley ending at the same time. Not even when Voldemort's return was announced and Harry's innocence proven did Ron get over his petty jealousy. In fact the red headed wizard has taken to believing the Prophet rather than the boy he was best friends with for so long.
'Right, I think that's it now Harry. Harry?' The brunette frowned at her friend's silence and turned to see what was keeping him. A knowing smile lit up the brunette's face as she watched the boy-who-lived gaze at girl across the store.
'You know you could just talk to her?' Hermione mused as she gently bumped the boy's shoulder.
'Who? Daphne? You've gotta be kidding 'Mione! She's a Slytherin, it would never work.' Harry shook his head slightly and turned back to the brunette.
'Don't be ridiculous Harry! Daphne is nothing like the other Slytherin's she's actually nice.'
'Yeah, you'd know.' Harry smirked.
'And what's that supposed to mean Harry James Potter?' Hermione glared at the wizard, daring him to say more.
'You know exactly what it means. You had first-hand experience with Slytherins when you decided to fool around with Parkinson.' Harry grinned at the frown on the brunette's face, knowing how much she hated to discuss her time with Pansy Parkinson, no matter how short it may have been. The wizard cut his friend off before she could nag him any more on pursuing the Slytherin girl he deemed completely out of his league.
'Not now Hermione, can we just pay for this lot and go? I'd like to actually eat at some point today.'
Sighing the brunette agreed to let it drop and allowed herself to be pulled in the direction of the tills. All the while imagining ways of getting her best friend to man up and make a move on the girl he continuously ogles.
The two best friends exited the bookstore with their arms full.
'Merlin Hermione! Remind me never to go shopping with you again.' Harry grunted as he shifted one of the bags to a more comfortable position.
'Oh shush. It's not that bad. Although it's times like these I wish we could use magic outside of school. I know just the charm that would shrink these and make them weightless.' The brunette mumbled, her mind switching off from her friend and onto spells. Hermione was so caught up going through her list of spells that would make shopping easier she didn't notice that Harry had nudged her and was pointing down the street.
''Mione look! It's Fleur!' The raven haired wizard beamed as he bounded off in the direction of the French witch. Leaving Hermione to scurry after him.
'Fleur!' Harry beamed as he embraced the blonde. 'How have you been? What are you doing here? I thought you hated England? How's Gabrielle?'
'Slow down Harry! Give her a chance.' Hermione scolded playfully. 'Hi Fleur.' The brunette whispered shyly as hazel eyes connected with blue.
Fleur chuckled softly before beaming at the two teens. 'I am well 'Arry, zank you for asking. I am 'ere for a job interview at Gringotts, I zink zer are some zings about Eengland I may enjoy in time. Gabby is also fine zank you. 'Ow are you? Both of you?'
Hermione smiled softly as her friend rapidly responded to the beautiful witch, firing questions like there was no tomorrow. The brunette found herself pondering the way the blonde spoke. How her accent made different words sound and the brunette found herself thinking just how sexy Fleur's accent actually was. A slight blush crept up the brunette's face as she realised what she was thinking.
''Ermione? 'Ow are you?' Fleur questioned, her eyes seeking out the hazel ones belonging to the young witch.
'I'm good thanks Fleur, very good.'
The two witches silently watched each other for a moment. Each one's eyes searching the other, not entirely aware as to what they were looking for but searching nonetheless. Again the brunette found herself oblivious to the world around her so it came as a shock when Harry and Fleur dragged her away and into the Leaky Cauldron.
'Chose whatever you want ladies… My treat!' Harry grinned as he leant back in his chair, showing off to the other patrons that the two beautiful witches were indeed with him.
'Zat is very generous of you 'Arry.' Fleur smiled before telling the wizard what she wanted and watching him leave to place their order.
'So 'Ermione, I ear zat you and Viktor are no longer seeing each ozer.' The blonde smiled, trying to spark conversation with the brunette she knew so little about.
'Yes, well it was a bit of a disaster really. I never meant for it to go on as long as it did. In fact I never meant for it to happen at all. I was just so bloody mad at Pansy and he liked me.' The brunette shrugged shyly.
'Pansy? Ze Slytherin girl who is friendly wiz ze Malfoy boy?' Fleur frowned.
'The very one.' Hermione sighed as she glanced up to see confusion written on the Veela's face. 'I know it doesn't seem like we would ever match. Merlin we don't! But I guess I had to find out the hard way.'
'I was going to say zat you could do much better zan ze likes of 'er.' The blonde snorted at the thought of the pug faced girl and the bushy haired Gryffindor together.
'There was some attraction but it was mostly experimental, for both of us really. Plus it kept Ronald off my back.' The brunette chuckled as she thought about the desperate attempts the red head had made to spark a romance between them. Hermione was beginning to run out of ways to politely say she wouldn't go near him if he was the last wizard on earth. Mainly because he was just that; a wizard.
'Ah, Ronald. Ze purple one non?' Fleur smirked as her blue eyes twinkled with amusement causing Hermione to laugh.
'Yes Fleur, the purple one.'
After Harry returned with drinks Hermione sat back in silence watching the two interact. They really were good friends. Then again it's hard not to be when you go through something as challenging and life-altering as the Tri Wizard tournament. The brunette's thoughts quickly flicked to fully focus on the Veela. Hermione's first impression of the woman was terrible and she could not have been more wrong about anything. Fleur truly was a magnificent witch with incredible talent and power. The more she thought about the blonde the more confused the young brunette became. What did Fleur mean when she said Hermione could do better than Parkinson? Did she mean it? Was it because Pansy was a straight up bitch? Or was it because she actually thought something of Hermione? When the food arrived the three ate in relative silence, keeping any conversation light hearted and easy while secretly Hermione continued to analyse the French witch.
'Eet was lovely to see you both again. Peraps I shall be seeing you both soon.' Fleur beamed at the two friends before placing kisses to both sets of cheeks in true French fashion.
'Definitely! We wouldn't miss hanging out with you for the world.' Harry grinned at the two women before dragging Hermione in the direction of muggle London. Both of them waving goodbye as they headed for the exit.
'Well that was certainly a surprise.' Hermione mused out loud as the two strolled towards the train station together.
'Not really. I knew she wanted a job here to improve her English, I just didn't think she'd do it so soon.'
'Improve her English? She speaks better than half of the people in this bloody country.' The brunette laughed as she handed Harry his ticket.
'Are you sure your folks don't mind me staying?' Harry asked shyly for the millionth time that day.
'They love you Harry, more than me! Of course they don't mind you staying or they wouldn't have offered to begin with. Now come on, they've not stopped talking about you all summer.' The brunette chuckled at her friend before ushering him onto the train.
Harry and Hermione retired to bed earlier than usual that day, worn out from the day's activities.
'Who knew shopping for books would be so knackering?' Harry yawned as he stretched out on the camp bed placed on Hermione's bedroom floor. The Granger's didn't mind Harry sleeping in the same room as their daughter for two reasons; a) she was as gay as they come and b) Harry was a genuine boy who loved Hermione as though she was his sister.
'It was nice to see Fleur too.' Hermione admitted softly, her cheeks slightly flushed with the embarrassment.
'Oh really?' Harry sniggered and although the brunette couldn't see him in the dark she could just imagine the look on his face. Smirk firmly in place and eyebrow raised.
'Oh shut up. You know what I mean.' She grumbled, rolling over to face away from the boy.
'Yes I do. She's stunning, charming, intelligent, funny and got a cracking arse!'
Harry laughed as the pillow hit him full force in the face. 'Okay so I should have seen that coming. Really though 'Mione… Now that I think about it you're a match made in heaven!'
'Harry James Potter! Stop scheming right now! There will be no match making… especially between Fleur and I do you understand?' Hermione glared into the darkness.
'Scouts honour.' The boy-who-lived smirked.
'You're not even a Scout.' Hermione grumbled as she pulled the duvet up and over her head.
'Exactly.' Harry whispered before settling down himself.
Fleur Delacour lay awake, her hands behind her head as she stared at the ceiling. Her brain was buzzing with thoughts from the unexpected meeting in the day. It was lovely to see Harry again, really it was but the blonde witch couldn't have been less interested in him on this occasion. Her mind was full of Hermione Granger. Smiling softly she closed her eyes and imagined the brunette witch. She 'as really grown up over ze summer Fleur mused. Sighing softly she let herself fall asleep, allowing dreams of the Gryffindor witch to overtake her mind.