Chapter 3

--Gryffindor Tower--

Disclaimer: look on Ch. 1…it's still the same.
A/N: Thanks for the reviews guys: I personally love it when there's a lot of tension between 2 people…I find it hilarious. Oh yeah…and I enjoy clumsiness, it cracks me up, hope you guys don't mind it! Anyways…ON WITH CHAPTER 3!

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Oh man…oh man…why am I freaking out. We're just going to my room to look at a script. It's just a script. Hermione thought. It's just Fleur…just…beautiful, charming, Fl-- STOP IT! She screamed at herself in her head.

"Hermione dear, what's wrong?" Fleur looked concerned. Hermione looked at her as they kept walking.

"Oh, uh. Well, um, nothing. I'm fine. Just a little…spaced out." Hermione blushed. BAM! Hermione ran right into an oncoming wall. My goodness I am like super clumsy today…why? Hermione wondered. She backed away from the wall and then started to laugh. At first slowly, but then started laughing hysterically.

"Um, Hermione?" Fleur just looked at her with a blank look. You're so cute when you're clumsy, you silly girl. Fleur grinned and then began laughing with her. The tension between them slowly dispersed. Past those brains and seriousness of yours is a silly, crazy little girl…and somehow…I love it. Fleur smirked.

"I feel better now." Hermione smiled.

"So you admit there was something wrong?" Fleur insisted.

"What? No. I didn't say that." Hermione said defensively.

"Oh, but for you to feel better, there must be something bothering you to begin with, oui?"

"Not necessarily. You could feel good then feel better."

"If you say so, Hermione." Fleur smirked. They reached the top of the staircase.

"PASSWORD!" the Fat Lady screeched.

"Humming Bird" Hermione said hesitantly. They walked inside Gryffindor Tower and towards Hermione's room. There was no one in sight. Everyone was scattered about throughout the rest of the school enjoying their night before they had to turn in. "This way.."

"I like this place. It's warm and cozy, makes me feel right at home again."

"Yes, it is a great place." They traveled up some stairs and approached Hermione's door. There was laughing inside the room and a few girls voices were heard in there. "Do you wanna just stay down in the main room, if we go in here we may be a bit distracted, plus, I don't want to interrupt them."

"That is fine by me." They walked down the short flight of stairs. Hermione fell back on the couch, took off her shoes and sat cross-legged.

"So…" Hermione looked down at the stapled papers she held in her hands. "You got anything?"

"Do I have anything?" Fleur looked at her confused.

"I mean, do you have any ideas about anything we should do with this?"

"Oh. None that I can think of." It was quiet for a moment.

"I don't really want to do this…" Hermione confessed.

"Same here." Fleur added.

"Then why are we?"

"Well, to be honest…I wanted to hang out with you." Fleur smiled at Hermione. Their eyes met for a moment. Hermione broke the mutual gaze and looked into the fireplace.

"Oh…well…" Hermione didn't really know what to say. What do I say to that? Something that simple and I can't think of a single thing. Hermione made a silent giggle. What a night

"Hermione?" Fleur waved her hand in front of her face. "You there, dear?" Fleur made a quiet laugh. "Have I lost you?"

"Oh, no. I just got lost in thought…again." She smiled.

"You know, you have a very beautiful smile." Fleur complimented her. Hermione's face became bright red.

"T-thank you…so is yours." Is she flirting with me? No, of course she isn't. Fleur is straight. And so am I. I'm straight. She's just being nice. Why am I thinking about this? "So you wanted to hang out with me, huh?" Hermione said, not knowing what else to say.

"That is correct madam." Fleur tossed her script onto the nearby coffee table, then picked up Hermione's and did the same. Fleur scooted closer to Hermione. "So what do you want to talk about?" Fleur could sense the tension coming from Hermione from her recent actions. This is quite funny. I like her. I wonder if she is into girls? Fleur wondered. Well, I guess I will just wait and see. Maybe a little game of 20 questions?

"I don't know…anything is fine…" Hermione said slightly nervous.

"Want to play a game?" Oh yes, a game…that would be great. Then no awkward topics. Or so Hermione thought…

"A game, yes that sounds great. What game have you got in mind?"

"Twenty Questions." She answered.

"Oh? How do you play that?"

"Well, I ask you a question and you have to answer honestly. Then you ask me one, I answer honestly. And so on, until we've hit 20 questions total. But, because we have to answer honestly and there are no restriction on the questions, all questions and answers are to be kept strictly confidential between us."

"Oh, sounds fun."

"Ready to play?" Oh boy, what have I gotten myself into now? I can't say I don't want to play because then she might think I am hiding something from her…but wait…I don't even know her. Maybe I can get to know her better through a silly game like this. And plus, she might not even ask me anything personal so it should be fine…right? "Would you like to go first or do you want me to?"

"Um, you go first. I don't know what to ask."

"Alright. Hmm. Who do you have a crush on?"

"Ron…" Well, I used to. Not anymore though. Not after the way he has been acting lately. "Who do you have a crush on?" You. Fleur thought.

"No one. I don't really know anyone enough to like them." Hermione made a slight frown. "You alright?"

"Yes, I'm fine. Why do you ask?"

"You frowned when I said I didn't like anyone."

"Oh…no, I didn't mean it like…I was just thinking…" Hermione stopped talking for a second, caught her breath and spoke again. "I believe it's your turn."

"What are you thinking about?"

"The fire sure is pretty." I can see it reflecting in your eyes. Illuminating your skin. Beautiful.

"Yes it is. Quite romantic too." Somehow, without Hermione noticing…Fleur had managed to move a little closer to her.

"My turn, right?"

"Oui." Fleur grinned.

"What do you find attractive in a person?" Hermione leaned back against the arm of the couch.

"I love intelligent people. I also love people who take care of themselves. And I also admire those who stand up for themselves and their friends as well and also get along well with people." Fleur leaned back against the back of the couch. She positioned herself sideways so that she was facing Hermione and her elbow was propping her head up on the back of the couch. Anyone you have in mind? Hermione wondered.

"What about you madam?" Fleur smiled. "What do you find most attractive in a person?" Fleur sounded interested.

"Well, I like someone who is very generous. Someone who will be there for their friends no matter what. I love getting to know people. Personality is a very big thing with me."

"Really?"

"Yes. I have met some very interesting people before. None that really flick my interest though. Except my friend, Ron. I have had a crush on him for like…two years I think. But he doesn't like me. And I am fine with that. I have gotten over that long ago so now, well, I'm pretty much moved on, I think. And now looking into new people." And I just told Fleur all of this why?

"Well…" For once, Fleur was speechless. Alright, I really like this girl now. She smirked. Maybe I should ask her out. "Hey, Hermione…would you---"

"Oh my god, Hermione, guess what!" Ginny came bursting through the door. Hermione jumped up.

"What!" she said anxiously.

"Neville just asked me out!" Ginny started jumping up and down.

"Oh my god, wow! That's great!" Hermione started jumping with her.

"Okay well, I have to go do my homework now. I just wanted to tell you that!" Ginny smiled and hugged Hermione. "Good-bye." Fleur looked at her watch.

"Sorry about that. What were you about to say?" Hermione asked apologetically.

"Oh, nothing. I should be going. It's about time to be in dorms." Fleur stood up. Hermione held out her arms for a hug. Fleur accepted. They embraced each other for a few moments, longer than a normal hug, neither seemed to mind nor noticed though. They pulled back. Fleur did her usual good-bye, a kiss on both cheeks. "Goodnight, my dear."

"Goodnight." Hermione watched her leave. "That wasn't my cheek…" She whispered to herself. Then headed up to her room.