Ah, sorry for the wait. Came back from camp. I have school also, which can take up my fanfic writing time. So please be patient, and I'll try my best. Enjoy!

Don't you just LOVE Fleur/Hermione?

Fleur strolled into the Great Hall, disappointed to be unable to spot Hermione. She plopped herself down at the end of the Ravenclaw table. She played around with her fork, poking the wood.

'Something on your mind?' inquired Cho.

Fleur glanced at her dismissingly, 'Nothing, just waiting.'

Cho shook her head, if the Beauxbaton didn't want to be befriended, then she wouldn't press, but she did wonder. Waiting for who?

She had her question answered almost immediately as she saw Fleur perk up at the sight of Hermione coming toward their table.

'Granger? You were waiting for Hermione Granger?' asked Cho incredulously.

'Is there a problem? It's not like you HAVE to sit with your house now is it?' spat Fleur, almost venomously.

'No, just asking,' said Cho backing off, selecting a seat away from the agitated Veela.

Hermione spotted Fleur and waved, seating herself down next to Fleur. She was a little surprised when Fleur got up almost immediately and sat back down on her other side.

'Why..?' began Hermione, Fleur shushed her, indicating that Professor Dumbledore was about to speak.

'Everyone. I hope that you enjoyed the 1st task of the TriWizard Tournament. I sure did. I hope that the Champions are well rested. Discover and learn, your clue will aid you for the next task. That is all for now. Enjoy your dinner,' Dumbledore gave a secretive smile as he clapped his hands, food appearing before everyone at their tables.

'I can be rather protective, and it would not be nice to be interrupted, non?' said Fleur.

'I suppose. Though I don't see why anyone would want to talk to me over here,' replied Hermione, helping herself to mashed potatoes.

Fleur retrieved a slippery piece of steak, glad that it was a nice medium rare. She sliced the meat and took a bite with relish. Hermione giggled, 'Tastes that good huh? I'd better have one too!'

Fleur rolled her eyes, 'So. What do you think of Beauxbatons?'

'What kind of question is that?' asked Hermione, feeling caught off guard.

'I was just curious, I feel like picking the brain of a pretty, young British girl,' replied Fleur slyly.

'Well, so far I think that they are very pretty, especially with their long flowing blonde hair. I also particularly like a certain one's crystal blue eyes. They seem altogether very nice,' replied Hermione, catching on.

'Well, I think that the British here are rather crude and loud,' began Fleur, much to Hermione's surprise.

Fleur held up a hand, wanting to finish, 'But I do very much enjoy the company of a certain one. She is not like the others. She is something special, I think.'

Hermione felt touched, she smiled at Fleur warmly, feeling rather alarmed when Fleur returned the smile in the form of a cross between a grimace and side splitting laugh.

'What! Are you ok!' asked Hermione, panicked.

Fleur manage to calm herself down after a few seconds of snorting into her hand. Regaining her composure, she took a tissue and gently dabbed at Hermione's nose, removing the hilariously placed mashed potato.

'Ohmigosh! That so did NOT happen,' cried Hermione, feeling herself go a deep vermillion.

Fleur felt herself shake with held in laughter, but strained to keep it in for her friend's sake.

Hermione turned away and was about to get up when Fleur grabbed her arm, 'Are you finished eating?'

'What?' asked Hermione, confused.

'Are you finished eating?' repeated Fleur insistently.

Hermione nodded slowly, then Fleur whisked her away from the Great Hall and forced her to run out the doors into the starry night. Fleur whooped and Hermione a little slower, tried to chase her. They ran for about a hundred metres, till Fleur finally let up, slowing down just enough that Hermione was level with her flowing hair.

Fleur turned around suddenly just as Hermione made a mad leap and ended up landing on a very surprised Fleur, straddling her stomach.

'Well, that ended quicker than I thought,' whispered Fleur.

Hermione blushed, realising the compromising position.

'Um.. Sorry Fleur. I didn't mean to jump you... That's NOT what I meant! I meant that I didn't mean to jump on top of you like that!' blustered Hermione.

Hermione turned her head. She felt Fleur shaking beneath her.

'Oh! I didn't mean to keep sitting on you either!' exclaimed Hermione, about to get up.

Fleur laughed and laughed, which was so contagious that Hermione rolled off and started laughing also, laying back on the grass so that her head was opposite Fleur's. Calming down after extra bouts of spontaneous laughter, they stared up

silently into the dark black abyss of a sky, with only a sprinkle of stars.

'Do you think you could live without magic?' asked Hermione, contemplatively.

Fleur cocked her head to one side, leaning on her hand to look at Hermione, 'Why do you ask that?'

'Well, I'm a muggle. Well, not anymore I suppose, but neither of my parents are magic,' said Hermione.

'I don't think it matters. From what I know, you are the best of your year!' exclaimed Fleur.

Hermione smiled at her but looked back up at the stars and whispered, 'Some people still don't think it makes me a witch,'

Fleur was extremely annoyed at whoever it was that made her new found companion have such thoughts. She bristled and got up abruptly, 'Don't you ever think that Hermione Granger!'

Hermione looked at Fleur in surprise of her use of surname.

'Don't you ever think that. I love you the way you are,' repeated Fleur, realising her choice of words.

'D..Did you say ... love?' asked Hermione breathlessly.

Fleur stared back at her, as if studying her and then nodded, leaning in to place a soft and gentle brush of her lips to Hermione's. She pulled back quickly but was shocked at the capture of her lips from Hermione. As the second kiss ended, Fleur gasped, 'That... was a pleasant surprise.'

Hermione blushed and smiled, but more warmly this time.

'I... I suppose I fancy you. Quite a bit. And thank you Fleur. I feel much better now,' whispered Hermione, grasping Fleur into a needful hug, tears starting to form.

Fleur held Hermione strongly and stroked the crying girl's hair, savouring the touch, doing her best to comfort the younger girl. She buried her face into Hermione's hair, inhaling the strong scent of strawberries. The fact caused an

involuntary giggle. Hermione twitched at this, ' Are you LAUGHING at me?'

'No! Ma chere, no! I was simply surprised by your hair smelling like strawberries,' explained Fleur rapidly.

'What a strange thing to laugh at,' replied Hermione suspiciously, wiping her eyes.

Fleur sighed at her, 'I just thought that maybe you were more of a Pantene person.'

This time it was Hermione's turn to giggle, 'Well, I wonder what your hair smells like,'

She clutched at Fleur's silver blonde locks and inhaled, smelling the sweet exotic lychee. She didn't giggle however, finding the scent quite captivating and was induced to initiate another impulsive kiss, a more passionate kiss.

Fleur grinned internally, kissing Hermione back fully. They dropped to their knees, with Fleur holding Hermione gently but firmly.

Hermione lavished Fleur with smaller kisses in quick succession. Fleur gasped in pleasure, running her hands down Hermione.

Hermione's watch beeped suddenly, causing a groan to be emitted from Fleur.

'Let me guess. Bedtime?' asked Fleur.

Hermione nodded dejectedly, but grasped Fleur into another loving hug and lead her back to the castle, walking hand in hand.

Well? Like that?