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A.N. I'm sorry the chapter took so long, but I got sick, and then I needed to spend time with friends, and I kept getting distracted, games are just too fun sometimes. But hopefully I will be able to update quicker again, and I hope you all enjoy this next chapter.

Pansy

I woke up early the next morning, I was glad to see I was still holding Ginny, her warmth drifting into me while she slept. She had a small smile on her face it brightened my morning to see it after the night before. I looked over to my bed and saw my journal laying on top of it, Hermione must have left it there when she finished reading it. I shifted my gaze from the book back to the redhead in my arms, I was torn on whether to read it or not. The nightmares had been removed from my mind I really didn't want to remember, but I wanted to know what made my girl so upset. I didn't know what to do. Ginny started shifting in my arms, her eyes fluttered open, and she smiled at me, I smiled back at her before leaning down and kissing her good morning.

"Good morning," she yawned, stretching her arms as she did so.

"Morning," I smiled at how cute she looked stretching.

She slowly rose from the bed, freezing as she looked at my bed and the black journal that lay on top of it, she'd seen me writing in it enough times to know it was my nightmare journal. She reached out and grabbed the black leather book and clutched in her hands tightly before throwing it roughly to the floor.

In a flash, she had her wand and was pointing it at the book, "Bombarda!" she screeched, the book exploded into a thousand little red embers. The rage on her face was palpable, her body was rigid, yet she was shaking wildly, tremors of rage running through her body. I walked over to her and hugged her from behind, resting my hands on her stomach and my chin on her shoulder.

"It's okay Ginny, the nightmares are over," I told her softly.

"We don't need the reminder," she gritted through her clenched teeth.

"They were wiped from my mind, it wouldn't really be a reminder."

"It would be for me… and I couldn't allow you to read them," she turned in my arms to face me, her hand cupping my cheek. "They were horrid, and now you don't need to remember them at all."

As she finished speaking, she leaned up and kissed me softly on the lips, both her hands now wrapped around my neck, holding me close. I reciprocated the kiss, tightening my hold around her waist trying to bring her closer still.

She pulled away from the kiss and rested her head on my shoulder, "I love you," she whispered to me.

"I love you too."

Hermione

It was early in the morning yet I sat hunched over a book in the library. Usually I wouldn't be up this early, but I've been thinking about the Second Task. I know that Fleur needs to look for something she can't live without and only one thing was coming to mind, me. It was a scary thought, not that Fleur couldn't live without me, but the fact that she would be risking her life for me, and how would be being held? The Task is supposed to be more dangerous than the First, how can they possibly top the Dragons? And then there is the last Task, it'll be more dangerous still…

My eyes glazed over as thoughts of Fleur getting hurt and killed started to fill my mind, I'd just found an amazing girl, and there was the chance that I was going to lose her in just a few months. Salty drops of water hit the book beneath me causing a sharp intake of breath to come from beside me. Madam Pince rushed over and snatched the book from me, inspecting it for any major damage before casting a light heating spell to dry the tears.

She placed the book back on the table and knelt down next to me, she placed her hand on my shoulder and smiled at me. "What's wrong, Hermione?" I shrugged my shoulders as my face tinged a light pink, I was a little embarrassed to talk about this with the Librarian. "You don't have to answer, but I'm here if you want to talk about it," she said before fixing me with a glare. "And if you need to cry, don't do it over the books. Okay?"

"Okay," I said with a smirk, the tears still dripping down my face.

"Good," with that she walked back to her desk, occasionally glancing at me with a worried expression. I tried my best to ignore her, but it felt impossible, even when I didn't see her looking at me I could feel it. I was touched that she cared for me, but I didn't want her to be worried about me, not when I could ease the worry by just talking to her.

Sighing I rose from my seat and approached her desk, she watched me the entire time, from when I stood up when I reached her desk. She smiled as I sat down and I couldn't help but wonder why she cared so much for me, she seemed to not care about the other students too much, but here she was worried about me.

"I'm just worried about the Tournament, Fleur has already been seriously injured, and the Tasks are only going to get more dangerous. What if she dies?" My voice shook as I finished and more tears threatened to spill over.

"You shouldn't worry about that," she tried to soothe me.

"How can I not? I really like her… I might even be on the way to loving her, and she might be ripped away from me in the Tournament."

"This is true, but the chances are extremely slim," the Librarian rested her hand on my shoulder, "There are failsafe's and precautions put in place to keep the contestants alive."

I nodded, but I already knew that Fleur had told me so herself after she was completely briefed by Dumbledore and Professor Snape. But it's not just that, it's also the pain that she goes through in each Task. And I didn't care what precautions were put in place, Fleur was still in danger it hurt.

"Okay, I'll try to relax about it," I lied, I just didn't want to talk about it anymore. Instead I focused on something else that was on my mind. "Why do you care?" I asked, hoping I didn't sound rude.

The Librarian looked down at her desk before sighing deeply, "You remind me of myself," she said a little quietly, "When I was your age I was your age I was always alone, always had my head in a book. I didn't have any friends… not until I bumped into a nice Slytherin girl… I-I really liked her, and she reciprocated my feelings. But it was a different time, we couldn't be together, so we were just friends, we couldn't even be open about our friendship because I was the nerd, the loser. I just want to make sure you're not going through the same thing."

I listened to her speak, I was surprised, to say the least, I didn't expect Madam Pince to even answer, let alone tell me that, but her story got my curious as to what her life was like now, "Where is the girl now?" I asked, and once I did I immediately regretted it, the Librarian's face fell immediately, and I swear I can see tears forming in her eyes.

"She died… during the war," was all she said and I didn't push her at all, I didn't want to upset her.

"I'm so sorry," was all I said in response, but her what she said got me thinking, she couldn't be with the person she wanted to be with but I can. I can be with her in front of other people, and I should make the most of it since Fleur could be gone soon. The thought was painful, but it was also true, even if the Tournament doesn't end things something else could, you never know what could happen.

Madam Pince rested her head on her desk, "You don't need to be sorry… I was scared back then, and when I finally had the courage, the war destroyed everything." The Librarian continued, "The woman I loved seemed to be no more, she went over to the other side… or so everyone thought. But I knew she hadn't, I knew her, I loved her and I didn't believe she could be like that and it wasn't long before she proved me right. But in doing so, she was murdered…"

I could see Madam Pince was really hurting, she still loved whoever this woman was, even though she'd been dead for years. I walked over and knelt down next to her, I wrapped my arms around her hoping I wasn't overstepping my bounds as a student. She didn't push me away, in fact, she moved so she could put her arms around me.

"Thank you, Hermione," Madam Pince said as she pulled away "Although it was a little weird being comforted by a student, definitely a new experience.

I chuckled lightly "No worries, Madam Pince, and it was a new experience for me as well, it's not every day I comfort an authority figure," I said not really knowing what to call her, she wasn't a Professor or anything like that. "Now you'd better go, we've been here a while, and I don't want you to miss out on breakfast."

I nodded, "Bye Madam Pince."

"Goodbye."

I walked out of the library happier than when I was inside it, and with a resolve, I didn't have before, I needed to find Fleur and ask her something important. I headed straight for the Great Hall, hoping she was eating breakfast or even just waiting for me to show up. Asking her sooner would help the nervous knot that had formed in my stomach. I was sure she would say yes, but I couldn't help it, there was always the chance, however slim, that she would say no.

When I saw, her sitting at our usual spot the nervous knot in my stomach seemed to grow and move around inside me, I felt like I was going to be sick. I wanted to turn around, to walk away, I was more scared than I ever had been, especially with all the other people near her, not so subtly ogling her. This got me mad and the two emotions warred within me. The nervousness was starting to really bubble up, so I slapped myself, hard, shocking myself out of my indecisive state and walked briskly towards Fleur.

When she turned, I could see worry in her eyes, but as soon as she noticed I was walking towards her the worry disappeared, and a beautiful smile appeared on her face. I grinned as I sat down next to her, "Miss me, did you?"

"I did," she answered much to seriously, causing my grin to disappear "I was worried something had happened, I woke up and you were gone. And you weren't here, so I waited, and waited, but you're here now."

I put my hand on her back and rubbed small circles, "I'm okay, darling, and we're at school what could possibly happen?"

"I don't know, but still."

"Let's not focus on that okay? There is something I needed to ask you," the blond looked up at me with a smile, and I got the feeling she already knew what I was going to ask, but she waited patiently for me to speak. I leaned in to whisper in her ear, "Would you be my open girlfriend?" I pulled back and saw her smile falter, but she covered it as quick as she could.

"I'd love to."

I beamed at her and leaned in kissing her firmly on the lips, all around us were onlookers gasping and catcalling as we kissed. I pulled away red-faced, looking around at the people gawking at us, "What?!" I snapped at them causing them all too quickly go back to their own conversations.

A warm hand on my face brought my attention back to the blond in front of me, "Don't mind them, ma puce," and again her beautiful accent had me melting in front of her.

I snapped out of it as I remembered her faltering smile from earlier and I grabbed the hand that was resting on my face, lacing our fingers together. "I can't wait for the ball, it'll be nice dancing with you in front of everyone." Fleur's smile was radiant as I said that and it was then that I truly knew how she felt about us being 'out, ' and I felt bad about taking so long.

"I can't wait either," her voice sounded more musical than ever, and it took all I had not to just snap and stick my tongue in her mouth right then and there.

'I love you,' I thought, I knew it was true but I wasn't really ready to say it, I couldn't be, love takes the time it doesn't just happen. Love, at first sight, is illogical for humans, as well as falling in love in just a couple of months, it doesn't really happen. People like to say it does but it can't really be love, it's more like lust, and I couldn't tell her I loved her if it was really just my teenage hormones, it just felt wrong.

We ate breakfast slowly, we were sitting close together, and it felt wonderful to show affection for her in front of other people. I hated that I was too worried about what other people thought of us being together because this felt so right. I rested my head on the blond's shoulder and breathed in her beautiful scent, it was a rich vanilla with a light hint of lavender.

As I breathed in deeply again, I heard a soft chuckling coming from the blond next to me, "What's so funny?" I asked a little confused.

"It's nothing, it just sounds like you want to eat me with how much you're smelling me," she said giggling again.

I leaned up to whisper in her ear putting on my best sultry tone, "Maybe I do."

"Well, unless you want to give everyone a show we'll need to head back to the carriage," she whispered back in an equally sultry tone. She then nibbled on my ear lightly causing me to give a soft half yelp half moan, luckily the yelp was the only part that reached anyone else's ears, and any looks we received were only curious ones.

I pulled away red faced and a little bummed that she was ready for it, I wanted her to be embarrassed, not myself. Fleur stood up, and grabbing my hand she led me out of the Great Hall, "Where are we going?"

She smirked at me and mentally prepared for what she was going to say, "Back to the carriage, of course, I thought you wanted to eat me," she teased. I thought I was ready for what she was going to say but my mind went blank, and my mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. She laughed openly at my reaction while wrapping an arm around me, "Vous êtes adorable."

My bashfulness turned into a smile, "I am, aren't I? And I love when you speak French."

"Tu parle Français?" she asked, and my face was blank, I had no idea what she'd asked, "I asked if you spoke French, but obviously not."

I smiled at her, "Not yet, but it was pretty obvious you'd called me adorable."

"Well someone's full of herself, but you were right," she smiled at me.

"I know," I grinned at her, she pulled me into her side and wrapped an arm around me, kissing me lightly on the head.

"Do not worry, ma beau, we're going somewhere nice," I just shrugged and decided to trust her.

We walked through the corridors of Hogwarts hand in hand, our fingers laced. Everyone that walked past us were ogling Fleur, and I still hated it, it was something I wasn't sure I'd really be able to get used to. But I would deal with it for Fleur, it is what I have to do if I wanted to be with her.

The blond Veela led me outside of Hogwarts and out towards the Great Lake, sitting in front of the Lake was a large blanket. On top of it sat a woven basket with what I could only assume was food for a picnic. But as I looked down at the snow that I was sloshing through I wondered why she wanted to do this, it's much too cold to actually sit and eat out here, so I had no idea what her plan was.

We reached the edge of the blanket, and before I could get onto it, she quickly stopped me, "Wait, ma puce, that is a portkey, my mother had it made for us upon my request."

I looked at the blanket a little wearily, I'd only ever used a portkey once, and the experience wasn't all that great. "Where does it lead to?" I asked.

"That is a surprise."

I smiled at her, "Okay then, what are we waiting for?" I asked linking my arm with hers and walking towards the portkey.

She smiled at me as she reached for the blanket, "Oh and it's going to be a little hot when we reach our destination." She smirked before grabbing the handle of the basket.

The lurching feeling was overwhelming, it felt as though my entire body was churning and turning around on itself and I thought I was going to vomit. But just as quickly as the feeling came, it was gone just the same.

As we landed back on solid ground the first thing that hit me was the massive heat, I immediately started to shed my school robes to try and cool myself down a little. A soft giggling from my side caught my attention, and I glared at Fleur, "What?" I snapped, the heat was just too much.

She put the basket and the sandy floor and opened it up, immediately pulling out a bikini and holding in out to me. I took it gratefully, and she summoned a tent for me to change in before doing the same for herself.

I stepped out of the tent I was changing in, and since Fleur was still changing, I looked around, as I realized what I was looking at my jaw dropped. I was standing in the middle of a large stretch of beach, the sand beneath my feet was pure white, and it met an amazingly blue ocean. I stood in the middle of a grouping of Palm trees, and I was immensely thankful of the shadows they were casting. I then looked up at the sky, and it was completely clear, I'd never seen such a blue sky in my life.

A rustling from my side had me tearing my attention off of my surroundings and towards the amazing blond that had organized this. I ran over to her and tackled her to the ground, raining kisses down on her lips and cheeks.

"This is amazing! Thank you!" I shouted as I kept kissing her.

"It was my pleasure."

I got to my feet and pulled Fleur up with me, and I started looking around once again, "Where are we anyway? We're definitely not in Europe anymore."

"It's a little place called Palm Cove, in Queensland, Australia," she explained, and I looked around in awe as I grabbed her hand.

"It's amazing," I cooed as I tugged her towards the ocean.

Fleur

I watched as Hermione swam through the calm waters of Palm Cove, a smile tugged at my lips, I loved just watching her. She stopped swimming and stood up with a smirk on her face, she walked towards me, and once she'd gotten close enough, she splashed me with a large wave of water.

"W-What?" I spluttered.

"You're not wet enough," she whined at me, "We're in the ocean, and you're just standing there, come on and have some fun!" She yelled splashing me once again.

I growled softly at her but the warning was lost as I couldn't wipe the grin off my face, the brunette smirked again and built up another splash, but as she did so I darted towards her. I tackled her into the water, she flailed around splashing water around us as she tried to escape but I wasn't about to let her go. I wrapped my arms around hers, effectively keeping her still as my mouth lowered onto hers.

As our lips connected, it felt as though electricity was running from her into me, her soft skin upon my own was beyond amazing. I slipped my tongue out of my mouth and started lightly licking her bottom lip, asking for entrance, something she granted immediately. As our tongues danced together, I felt myself begin to harden, and I was too lost in Hermione to move away slightly.

My hands roamed up and down her back slowly before they settled on her ass and after one soft squeeze my dick was digging into her thigh, I pushed my crotch forward and moaned into Hermione's mouth. After I had moaned I felt some roaming hands on my own body, Hermione's hands drifted upwards towards my breasts, and as soon as they came into contact with each other, she instantly started massaging them. I moaned again and pushed forward once more, needing a release to come from somewhere.

To try and edge her on I slipped my right hand from her butt and around to her front, my hand slipped inside her bikini bottoms, and I started to circle her clit. A soft rumbling from the beautiful girl's throat pushed me further and my I slipped a finger into Hermione's tight entrance causing a very unladylike grunt to drip from her mouth. I found myself needing to hear her moan more and I didn't even care that it had become very one-sided.

I kissed my way down her throat, loving how her flavor mixed with the salt water of the ocean. My left hand left her ass as my mouth reached her breasts and made short work of the ties holding her bikini top on her body. I tossed the top back to the shore as my mouth attached to her lovely pink nipples, her answering moans kept fixated on her nipples while my fingers worked in and out of her.

Her arms wrapped around my body tightly as her breathing became more and more ragged after I slipped a second finger inside her while my thumb worked her clitoris. I curled and uncurled my fingers inside her while I simultaneously pumped in and out of her. I smiled around the nipple in my mouth as I felt her walls begin to tighten and convulse around my fingers.

"Fuck me… Keep going!" She yelled as her hips started to rock back and forth, it didn't take long before her knees gave out and I had to support her weight while working her. "GOD FLEUR!" Hermione screamed as she came undone in my arms, I kept pumping my fingers to help her ride out her orgasm for as long as she could.

She was trembling in my arms as I slowly pulled my fingers out of her, "Did you enjoy that?" I asked with a soft teasing tone. Unable to respond she simply nodded, resting her head on my chest. I just held her to me while she regained her strength.

I yelped as I felt a probing hand working around my board shorts, I pulled away and looked down into the smirking face of a beautiful brunette, "What are you doing?"

"Well I can't have all the fun, can I?" She asked before grabbing my hand and pulling me into shallower water. She pulled down my shorts and panties and dropped down in front of me, staring in wonder at my crotch. "What is this?" She asked very curiously.

I smiled down at her, "It's what A Veela like me looks like, I have a vagina but no clitoris, and a dick with no testicles, at least, they're not on the outside of my body." I groaned as her warm breath flew over my hard dick, "The balls are actually inside my body…" I was a little scared that she'd think it was too weird but it didn't take long for her to prove me wrong.

She reached a hand out and wrapped it around my cock, stroking slowly but firmly, she smiled as I started to moan. But as soon as her touching began, it ended, and I whimpered at the loss of contact. A soft giggling came from the brunette below me, and I watched as her face inched closer to my dick, she stuck her tongue out and started twirling it around the head of my dick. It took all I had to resist the urge to just grab her head and thrust into her mouth.

Torturously slowly she lowered her head onto my dick and started to bob up and down, I felt as though I was in heaven and I knew the release I craved was just around the corner. Her hands were resting on my thighs, and the urge to thrust was too great, and I started unconsciously moving my hips forward, trying to bury myself just that little bit more inside her. I was so lost in ecstasy that I didn't realize one of her hands had left my thighs until it started to probe at my vagina.

"FUCK!" I yelled as loud as my lungs could allow as I felt her finger working its way inside me. My hands shot up to my breasts, and I started massaging them myself trying to squeeze as much pleasure out as I could. It took only a few seconds longer before I felt the cord inside me snap and the white seed flowed through my penis and into the brunette's mouth. As the first jets hit her, she pulled away and coughed up the seed while more of it emptied onto her. With the loss of her mouth, I lowered one of my hands and started pumping as quick as I could, trying to ride out my orgasm for as long as I could.

I opened my eyes and looked down at Hermione, she was staring up at me with a smile, her face covered in my cum. I quickly dropped down and filled my hands with water, I washed the cum from her face, "I'm sorry," I murmured embarrassedly.

"It's fine," she replied as she wrapped me in a hug, "I was happy to help."

I hugged her back before pulling up my panties and shorts, I looked down at Hermione's bare chest and smirked at her, "Want to get redressed?"

Hermione's face flared at my words as she rushed towards the shore, immediately putting her bikini top back on. I ran up behind her and wrapped her in a hug, "Time for lunch?" She asked.

I nodded into her shoulder, kissing her neck softly, "Yep, I packed us a nice picnic consisting of sandwiches, cakes, and cheeses."

She smiled at me, "That sounds lovely."

Ginny

I sat on my bed staring at the letter, I'd read and re-read it over and over again, my aunt was being released from St. Mungos on Christmas day. I had a goofy grin on my face as I read it for what had to be the fiftieth time.

"Hey Gin," the voice of my love drifted from the doorway, "What's with the grin?"

I waved her over like a kid, and as she got close I pulled her onto the bed and kissed her, "My aunt's being released on Christmas day!" I yelled excitedly.

"Really?" she asked and I could see conflicting emotions running through her eyes.

"What's wrong?"

"Well, it's nothing really, I just wanted to spend Christmas with you…" She spoke sadly, staring down at her wrenching hands.

I took her chin between my fingers and lifted her face, so she was looking at me, "Do you want to come? I'd love to spend my Christmas with you, and you could meet my parents."

"As your girlfriend?" She asked.

I nodded "Of course, my mum may not be too happy, but that'll only last a little while, she loves me, so she'll accept you in time," I told her but I wasn't too convinced myself, my mother was a little old fashioned and wanted me to marry a man. When Harry was over she kept 'subtly' trying to get me to look at him, but I ignored her for the most part, and now I'm glad that I did.

"Are you sure?" She looked worried, but even so, I couldn't lie to her.

"Honestly? No, but I don't care if she doesn't, I love you okay? And I want you to meet my parents and at least try to win my mother over," I told her.

She smiled at me, "Okay, I'll do what I can."

I leaned in to thank her with a deep kiss but before I could we were interrupted by the door to our dorm room flying open and a giggling Fleur and Hermione walked into the room.

"Where have you two been?" I asked amused at their antics.

"Australia," Hermione stated simply, and I looked at her with confusion.

"My mother made us a portkey," Fleur explained, "We'll bring you guy's next time, maybe over Christmas."

"Not gonna happen, I'm going back home for Christmas."

"What? Why?" Hermione asked, "You're going to miss the Ball, and Pansy will be stuck there all by herself."

"Yeah, no, I'm going with her," Pansy explained.

"Exactly, and I'm going so I can see my aunt."

Hermione nodded, seeming to take the explanation at face value and thankfully not asking any questions about my aunt. We spent the afternoon chatting with each other about nothing in particular, just talking.