A/n: okay, so this is the next chapter…. It took quite long and I would like to apologize because of that.

Hmmm...I forgot to explain in my previous chapter that Fleur isn't the 7th year Fleur Harry competed during his 4th year. She's Fleur Delacour only, younger by 3 years. She didn't compete with Harry during his 4th year, okay? And she's not engaged to Bill, obviously.

That's my clarification and alteration of the original character's sketch by J. K.

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Recap:

Malfoy and Hermione had slept together.

Malfoy arranged the room of requirement as the bedroom of the Beauxbaton's.

Beauxbaton had arrived.

Hermione is has an odd feeling towards Draco.

Malfoy and Delacour

After the long and euphoric feast, Dumbledore told Hermione that as head girl, she was in charge of the Beauxbaton girls. She has to show them to their 'room' and treat them as if they were Hogwarts students themselves. She had to check on them the way she made vigil to the Hogwarts students. She remembered Dumbledore's words clearly, "I do believe that you know how Beauxbaton girls are, Ms. Granger. I trust that you can be of help in uplifting our rules and regulations," he shifted his weight. "Especially the one about, you know," he continued, winking. With that, she knew exactly what Dumbledore was talking about. He was obviously implying that Beauxbaton girls need to be paid attention to by her because they were going to stir up trouble—sexual trouble to be specific. Hogwarts boys just love French Beauxbaton girls. Who wouldn't? They have perfect hair, perfect faces, perfect physiques, perfect everything. Like, they were a paragon of beauty. So, every boy, well the 5th to 7th years in specific, would just love to get laid with a French girl in her French clothes and accent. Hermione knew that that job Dumbledore said will be difficult because she was on her own. Draco Malfoy, her so-called partner head boy, will be of no use to her especially now because of the very fact that he is Draco Malfoy, a perverted 7th year who just loves French girls. She remembered their talk regarding the Room of Requirement and it was very prevalent that he had contrived a plan, a sinister plan just so well, he could fulfill his promise. His promise to bring the most beautiful French girl at the Yule Ball. Obviously they'd make out! She thought. He made out with me and to think that I'm not even his girlfriend! She had to admit, she was jealous. ENVIOUS. But the reason, she still did not know. Could she possibly be falling for him? No! She doesn't like Malfoy. That was what she forced to think. Or is it shouldn't like Malfoy…?

"Hello, I'm Hermione Granger," she introduced.

The girls nodded and greeted as well, "Salut!" Meaning hi

A familiar blonde girl stepped in front and approached her, "Je Fleur Delacour." Hermione figured that she was introducing herself but then, Fleur added, "Parrdon! I zoo not zpeak gooood eenglish. My nem iz Fleur Delacour." Yes, she knew exactly who she was. She was the girl Ron absolutely fancied. The girl who had won his heart during their first Yule Ball. The girl almost every boy had eyes on.

"It's alright, really, I can understand. You're French, so it's anticipated really."

"But not all French people are bad at English you know," a blonde Beauxbaton girl commented.

"I'm rather sorry, I wasn't implying what you thought," she apologized.

"Noo...noo...izz alrright. Ye 'ave nathin' to very about," Fleur assured.

She nodded, "I'm head girl by the way so if you need anything, feel free to approach me."

"'ead girrl?"

"Uhhmm...how do I explain this. It's like I am one of highest prefects in school," she paused. "But, I'm not a prefect, I'm a head girl."

"Oww...izz like me, only I am femme dirigeante," she said, pointing her finger to herself.

Hermione had a confused look. "She's like you, a head girl only in Beauxbaton. She's called Femme Dirigeante," the blonde girl who spoke fluent English explained.

"Oh!" Hermione exclaimed. "That's great," she forced to smile.

Perfect, now she had to compete with a girl of her same status but is prettier than she is. Now Ron will definitely chose her, she thought. If Ron chooses her, Malfoy will obviously like her too...I mean, she's very pretty! Plus, if Ron likes her and Malfoy finds out, Malfoy will surely do anything to piss the pants out of Ron, so he'll ask Fleur out. Damn. Why am I feeling this way? I shouldn't! He's a pureblood! And, I'm not! I'm filth to him, a person with sordid blood…

Just then, Draco Malfoy interrupted and started introducing himself. "I'm Draco Malfoy, head boy," he said, lending out a hand to whomever.

Hermione glared at him so, he glared back. She pulled him away, gripping him by the arm, "What are you doing?"

"Why, don't I have the right to introduce myself? I am head boy, Granger."

"I'm not stupid, I know that."

"So, what's the big fuss about me introducing myself?"

"Well, first, I was the one assigned to—"

"What?" he interjected.

"Dumbledore assigned me to be in charge, okay?" she finished.

"And why?"

"He just did, now, stop it okay? You're just freaking them out!"

"Freaking them out, huh?" he asked with a smirk on his face. "Why don't you look at them," he continued gesturing to the French girls. Hermione saw giggling girls, all eyes on Draco Malfoy. Smiling, waving hi and biting their lips. God! What minxes! She thought.

"And that's exactly what Dumbledore meant!"

He raised up an eyebrow.

"Just leave okay," she said. "Or else I'll tell Dumbledore your being perverted on them."

"Perverted!" he exclaimed. "Excuse me! But I am not perverted!"

"Just freakin' leave, okay!"

"Mud—"

"Don't you dare say that word!" she interrupted.

"What if I'd like to?" he smirked. "Mudblood," he continued.

She jostled him to the floor. "I told you not to say it."

"You'll pay for that!" he uttered, then left.

"Right. Now sorry for the interruption."

"What happened? Did you guys have a love quarrel?" the English speaking French girl asked, curiously.

"Love quarrel?" Hermione replied, snorting.

"So, the both of you aren't together?" the girl responded, forcing to hide her hidden smile.

"Well…," if she said no, she knew Malfoy will really stir up trouble and if she said yes, the possibility would be diminutive. "Uhhmm...," she paused, thinking of what to say. If I say yes, they won't flirt with him. "Actually, we are," she finished, uncertain. Or will they still do? She thought.

Fleur's smile suddenly turned into a frown so had all the other girls, Hermione noticed. Why does he have to be so bloody handsome? She thought.

Hermione and Professor McGonagell led the girls and their headmaster to the Room of Requirement. She gave out the necessary information about Hogwarts and their room. Soon, Hermione was walking towards the Gryffindor common room. It was now time for her rounds around the campus. She wanted to go to the Gryffindor common room first to check on how Harry and Ron are; especially now that the girls are already settled. She also assumed that they, like Malfoy, could stir up trouble. Harry had an invisibility cloak they could use.

Inside, she found an empty common room. Isn't it too early for them to go to bed? It's unusual of them to follow the austerity of the rules. She was referring to the usual people who stayed up late and hang out during night in the common room. "Anyway…," she said, then left.

She made her rounds and as anticipated, she caught 5 students, all Slytherins, lurking around for no reason. She deducted points, as usual, and continued. Where could Malfoy be? she asked herself. He was also supposed to have rounds and they were supposed to be doing it together, but because of the fact that she shoved him, the night may seem long if they made rounds together. Her question was soon answered when she heard loud giggling sounds from inside a classroom. It was from a boy and a girl. She entered and found two silhouettes. She opened the lights and found a familiar blonde girl entwined in the arms of a familiar blond boy.

"Malfoy!" she screamed. "What are you doing here with Fleur? That's not allowed you know!"

Malfoy stood up casually, "Well, apparently, it is."

"What?" Hermione asked as Fleur stood up.

"I'm head boy and she's Femme Dirigeante."

"So?"

"I have the right to make rounds, even with her."

"She shouldn't make rounds! She's guest."

"Well, she does and she asked me to accompany her. That's why were together."

"But the both of you aren't making rounds," she said in a matter-of-fact-manner.

"I was touring her," he said casually.

"Touring, huh?" she responded, on eyebrow up. "But the both of you were sitting alone in the dark. How could you possibly see with the lights closed?"

"Verry astute ov vyou," Fleur butted in. "I am sorrrry. I guess I should 'ave told vyou first."

"Well, you know, you could have asked me to tour you instead of him," she said. "You don't even know him," she continued coldly.

"Oh, but she does," Malfoy interjected.

Hermione glared at him, "Yeah, right."

"Vell, actually, yess," Fleur started. "Ve first met during ze Tri-Vizard Cup and vell, ve found out zat ourr families 'nows eeach ozer very vell. Ze Malfoy's and ze Delacour's arre verry good frriends."

Hermione was left dumbfounded as her cheeks turned crimson.

a/n: okay… that's the final one. Hmmmm… what'll happen next? Things will surely get more interesting. Don't forget to review okay:)

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