Loving it eh? Ok, I try my best. Remember that this is AU, so I might probably ignore Krum, or he might just have a little cameo, but no more than that.

I'm not likely to go angsty, cause I really don't like to think of so much torment on my fave pair from HP. Mm mm, Fleur and Hermione…. Enjoy!

'Well what do we have here?' asked Professor Snape, quietly.

Hermione and Fleur spun around, dropping their hands. They calmed as they saw who it was.

'Professor. We aren't late, I'm quite sure. We were just about to go to our dorms,' explained Hermione.

He looked at them incredulously, but warned them that if he caught them outside of their dorms, so close to curfew again, he would be sure to put them in detention.

'That includes you Miss Delacour. We can't have champions setting a bad example for the other students,' said Professor Snape, walking away from them.

'Is he always like that?' asked Fleur.

'Yes, that's Professor Snape for you. Nastily everywhere but where you're not,' replied Hermione, following Fleur.

Fleur lead Hermione to Ravenclaw's dorm, she turned slowly, looking Hermione right into her eyes. She encircled Hermione in a loving hug and ducked her head down to gently lick Hermione's lips. Hermione accepted the kiss and rested her hands on Fleur's waist, returning the gesture. However she took it a little further and sucked lightly on Fleur's neck.

Fleur gasped in surprise, 'Aren't you a fesity one?'

Hermione grinned at her, but lost her expression as she spotted a figure looming behind a statue. Fleur let go of Hermione and followed her gaze to find a wide eyed, shaking Harry. She was confused, why would the Boy Who Lived be shaking in his boots? Why the look of extreme fear?

She turned questioningly to Hermione, then realised the cause of Harry's fear. Hermione was practically fuming.

'HARRY JAMES POTTER! Are you spying on me?' growled Hermione in a menacingly tone.

Harry shook his head slightly and gulped, glancing over to Fleur, 'Hi Fleur.'

'Hello 'Arry,' she replied, bemused.

Harry turned back to Hermione meekly, 'I'm sorry Mione, I was just watching, er... I mean I wasn't spying.'

Hermione huffed, 'Well, what are you doing here?'

Harry shuffled his feet, 'Well, I was hoping to catch Cho before she went to bed.'

Hermione rolled her eyes. Fleur giggled and patted Harry on his back, 'As long as you don't tell anyone, we won't either.'

Harry nodded furiously and gave Hermione a quick and apologetic hug. Hermione sighed, gave Fleur one last hug and watched her go through the Ravenclaw painting.

She turned to Harry, still not quite satisfied with his apology. He flinched, but she softened her expression.

'Come on then Harry. We mustn't be late, Professor Snape was patrolling this corridor not long ago,' she said to Harry.

'Sorry again Mione. I really didn't mean to be there when you and Fleur were...' he started.

Hermione held up her hand, 'I don't really mind all that much I guess, but I'd rather you didn't mention this to Ron, ok? He's not as understanding as you are.'

Harry nodded and gave Hermione a side hug, 'Ok, Fleur huh? Who would have thought. Of all the people, you two... Huh.'

Hermione punched him on the arm gently, 'I'm serious! Don't tell anyone! I'm not ready for the inevitable onslaught of stupid questions!'

They laughed to themselves as they climbed through the hole behind the Fat Lady.

Hermione awoke the next morning to the sun shining warmly on to her face. She also felt extra warmth next to her. She froze and turned her head dreading the image, clenching her eyes shut. Surely she had gone to bed herself, all by herself. Surely she had not been drinking, nor delusional. Surely she had been with Fleur then escorted back to the dorm with Harry. Hermione slowly opened her eyes and nearly jumped as she found Fleur in her bed, arms draped over her head, revealing lots of skin and the tops of her breasts.

'Fleur! Wake up!' whispered Hermione, glad that the other girls were still snoozing.

Fleur mumbled grumpily, rolling over to pin Hermione down, snuggling further. Hermione held her breath for the moment that she thought Ginny was about to wake, but let out a sigh of relief when she turned over and began snoring again.

Hermione decided that direct action was needed.

'If you don't wake now, I'll have to do all sorts of naughty things to you, which will result in you screaming and that will bring all the Professors in here,' whispered Hermione, licking Fleur's earlobe.

This had the desired effect; Fleur bolted up and stared at Hermione hard.

'Eh? I thought you went back to your dorm,' murmured Fleur, ruffling her platinum blond hair.

'This is MY dorm. Gryffindor. How did you get here?' asked Hermione.

Fleur smiled and kissed Hermione, 'Mm, I love you so much that I must have apparated here in my sleep.'

Hermione was shocked, 'Can you do that? Hogwarts has shields against apparation.'

Fleur nibbled on Hermione's neck, 'Yes, but that is only to get in and out of Hogwarts. There are no wards for getting around inside of Hogwarts. There'd be no point, otherwise.'

Hermione contemplated the fact, 'I suppose that makes sense. But really! This is a joined and shared room! What if someone woke before either of us!'

Fleur slide out of Hermione's bed and spelled herself some robes to replace her skimpy pyjamas.

'I think you worry too much ma chere. Mm, let's do that again another time,' said Fleur, turning to place a kiss on Hermione's forehead.

Hermione sighed in exasperation and dressed herself, suddenly realising that she had been staring at Fleur's arse.

'Like what you see?' asked Fleur in a sing-song voice, giving her rump a shake.

Hermione's shoulders slumped, shook her head and grimaced, 'Don't do that.'

'Why? I like you looking at me,' replied Fleur, seductively.

'If I end up doing something to you with all these other girls here, I think I'd die from embarrassment,' replied Hermione, trying to distract herself by pinching her arm.

Fleur tutted and drew Hermione's hands away from harming herself.

'Alright then sweet one, but promise me that you'll not try to hurt yourself again,' said Fleur earnestly, looking directly at Hermione for a straight answer.

Hermione nodded and hugged Fleur tightly, running her hands down to Fleur's arse and giving it a quick squeeze before laughing and running out of he room. Fleur gaped in shock, but her expression soon turned to a cheeky grin as she apparated to the stairs.

This resulted in Hermione slamming face first into Fleur's cleavage. Fleur grasped the younger girl in a playful and strong embrace, to avoid having her fall down the stairs. For a moment there was silence, then Hermione burst out laughing, Fleur joined her and they both filled the stairwell with giggles and snorts. As they climbed out of the portrait hole, they failed to notice a tuft of fire red hair poking out from behind a sofa.

'Bloody hell!' exclaimed Ron.

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