"It's just I thought... you liked girls, me specifically. I figured that you would like," she blushed "that too."

I never knew Fleur liked girls. How the hell did she find out I liked them too? Is there some neon sign on my forehead I forgot to turn off?

It occurred to me then, that when I showed her how, I was right next to her, close enough to feel her every movement in order to control them. It was almost erotic. I'm sure it seemed that way to her as well.

"You don't like me, do you? You probably even hate me. Join the club."

"I don't hate you, Fleur. It's just..."

"...I don't like girls," she offered.

"No, that's not it. I like girls," I said, watching her face, reading it.

"Oh," she paused apprehensively. "Then you still love Cedric?"

I didn't know what to say.

"That was why you were out there, wasn't it? You wanted to get him off your mind," she said, putting the pieces together. She's a bright girl.

"Yes..." I said, simplifying all I had felt into a single word.

"Would you like to know why I was crying?" she asked. I nodded.

"Everyone thinks I'm... pregnant. I thought so too, for a little while. But I was just a little late, that's all."

"I told Rodger, and he still thinks I am. He was going to marry me, and all that because of it. But I don't want to marry him. And he's already owled his mum and mine about this. I'm..."

"...in deep shit?" I offered.

"Yes, that's a suitable phrase, as is 'road kill,'" she laughed. Merlin how her face lights up when she does that. "I sound like a whiny bitch, don't I?"

"No.. not really. I'm whiny enough for us both."

"Us? Does that mean it meant something?"

"No... but it means this could." I reached out, kissing her. I don't know why I did it, or what gave me the courage, but I do know it led to many more of it's kind.

The End