Here it is! After much frantic typing and thinking of 'what happens next!' I have finally posted chapter 9! Read, enjoy and DEFINITELY review! I need these reviews as fuel!

Hermione was in the library the next day, studying for 'who knows what', as described by Ron. Harry had thanked her again for helping him with spells, while Hermione just shooed them away.

'Peace and quiet,' murmured Hermione.

She cricked her neck and resumed her reading of 'Hogwarts: A History'. For some reason, Hermione left time to read it at least once a year. It was her favourite book, possibly because it was the first ever book she had ever read that gave her the proof of magic.

'What? STILL in here on such a beautiful day?' commented Ginny.

'Well, what are YOU doing here then?' retorted Hermione.

'Looking for you. Harry and Ron said to tell you to get your butt outside and breathe the fresh air!' she exclaimed.

Hermione shrugged and placed her book back on the shelf. She dusted herself and followed Ginny out.

As they turned the corner, she was pinned against the wall, though not roughly. Ginny and Lavender faced her with strange expressions on their faces.

'Is it true? Hermione is it true?' asked Lavender.

'Is what true?' asked Hermione, pushing their hands off her.

'That you and Fleur screwed each other?' replied Ginny.

Hermione opened her mouth, no sound coming out. Then she found her voice as a familiar scrutinizing look appeared on Ginny's features.

The infamously stupid Weasley look had reared its ugly head again.

'Are you and your brother on such a one track mind!' exploded Hermione.

Both girls recoiled.

'And you, Lavender! How dare you encourage such behaviour! No, we have not screwed, as you so politely put it. Not everyone thinks about such primitive thoughts all the time!' spat Hermione, before leaving in a royal huff.

'Wow. I think we've really pissed her off,' murmured Ginny.

'You THINK! There is no way about it! We definitely are gonna get hexed in our sleep! I TOLD you they hadn't!' hissed Lavender.

Ginny was dumbstruck, however rather curious nonetheless at the abnormal relationship. She was determined to find out more.

Hermione stormed off in the direction of the Forbidden Forest. She starting spelling various chunks of dead wood, logs and other heavy objects, blasting them into tiny pieces. Fortunately Harry had spotted her racing across the field.

He followed her and grabbed her into a hug. Lucky for his quick quidditch trained reflexes aided him in avoiding a stun spell.

'Woah Hermione! It's just me,' exclaimed Harry, holding up his hands.

'Harry! You scared the crap out of me!' exclaimed Hermione.

'Are you okay, Hermione? Why are you blasting things into oblivion?' inquired Harry warily.

Hermione just shook her head.

Harry rolled his eyes, 'You can't lie to me. What is it?'

Hermione sighed, 'Ginny and Lavender had the nerve to ask me if I, as she so delicately put it, 'screwed' Fleur!'

Harry screwed his brow, 'Ah...'

'Ah is right! Damn it all, Harry! I wish people weren't so single-minded! Honestly! Ginny is so like Ron when he first found out! I wish everyone could be like you!' sobbed Hermione, falling into Harry's arms.

He held her and sat her down on an undamaged log. Patting her back, letting her sobbing subside before lifting her chin.

She gazed at him with teary eyes.

'Look Hermione. It doesn't matter what others say, all that matters is that you and Fleur are happy, ok?' commanded Harry, looking at her questioningly.

Hermione nodded, she sniffed and wiped her nose with the hanky he handed to her.

'Thank you Harry,' she murmured.

He put an arm around her as they walked back to the castle.

Fleur noticed the tenseness of Hermione's shoulders as she joined her in the library. Fleur placed her hands on Hermione's shoulders and started to massage them. Hermione tensed even more, but then relaxed as Fleur's hands worked their

unmagical 'magic'.

'Oh, Fleur. Where did you learn to do that? And so... nicely too,' asked Hermione, closing her eyes in comfort.

Fleur just leaned down and kissed her cheek, whispering, 'It's a family business.'

Hermione 'mmed' and was fixed quite quickly by Fleur.

'Better, mon amour?' inquired Fleur.

'Oh, definitely,' replied Hermione gratefully, expressing herself with a loving kiss.

'I can see that you have been stressed out, however, I also know that Harry has helped you. So I will not pry,' commented Fleur.

Hermione gave her an appreciative smile and grasped her in a warm hug.

'Ah at it again!' exclaims a voice, scaring both girls into a frantic defensive stance.

With both wands at the ready, they lowered them gradually at the frightened Ginny.

'Bloody hell! Were you gonna stun me or something!' hissed Ginny.

'What are you doing here Ginny? Can't you just leave me in peace?' Hermione hissed back.

Ginny ignored her for the moment as Fleur stepped up to her,' Ginerva. How pleasant to meet you.'

Ginny glared at her, 'You're weird. Not only do you speak weird, you are unnatural. Veelas are creatures, not human.'

Hermione flared and was about to slap Ginny into space when Fleur held her back.

'Oh, is that right? I hope you have had your rabies shot, just on the safe side, I do bite,' replied Fleur icily, her eyes changing to a reddish hue.

Ginny twitched and walked backwards, 'Hurt me and you'll regret it. I'm warning you!'

With that, she left hurriedly.

'Oh dear. I was hoping that you wouldn't have to meet her,' murmured Hermione.

'There is nothing I would want more than to stop people harassing you. Know this, ma chere,' whispered Fleur lovingly.

She lead Hermione out of the library.

Hermione followed Fleur up the astronomy tower.

'I'd rather not come up here, Fleur. I'm not on very good terms with Professor Trelawny,' commented Hermione.

'Just follow me, we won't run into her. Trust me, mes ami,' replied Fleur.

They climbed to the top of the tower. Hermione glanced at the telescope and turned to find Fleur had disappeared.

'Fleur!' exclaimed Hermione.

To which Fleur's head popped out from a wall, 'Oui? Are you coming or not?'

Hermione shrieked and Fleur clambered out hurriedly.

'Ma chere! It's ok. There's a charm on the wall! It's quite safe. There is a small balcony here,' said Fleur quickly.

Hermione slowed her breathing, 'Fleur! Please TELL me next time!'

Fleur nodded and helped her through the wall.

Luckily, Hermione did not get vertigo, for a faint hearted person, the sheer drop would have scared the living daylights out of them. Hermione gasped at the sea of grass down below them. Fleur beamed as Hermione drank it all in.

Fleur sat herself down, pulling Hermione onto her lap.

'Do you like it?' inquired Fleur.

Hermione took a little while to find her voice, 'Fleur... It's absolutely beautiful!'

'I found it when I was running around trying to find a way to listen to the egg,' replied Fleur, rubbing her cheek against Hermione's.

'I'm glad you did,' murmured Hermione, inhaling the scent of Fleur's hair, which was being blown by the wind.

Both girls remained silent, absorbing the wondrous ambience surrounding them. Gently, Hermione leaned on Fleur, who leant back, resting her head against the wall. Hermione turned her head and Fleur kissed her gently and slowly.

The sweet and soft kisses assured each that they were not in a purely lusty relationship. Gradually they built up in passion as they elaborated their love and care for each other. Hermione breathed heavily as Fleur lavished her neck with swirls of her tongue. Hermione reciprocated with long tantalizing caresses and kisses on Fleur's face, neck and hands.

Each area was given equal amount of attention. Fleur sighed in contentment; she traced lazy circles on Hermione's smooth stomach. Hermione giggled and played with strands of Fleur's hair, delighting in the sun shining brightly, reflecting delicate and wondrous flickers of light on the wall that they were leaning on. Fleur kissed her again, relishing the intimacy and privacy of their new little hideaway. Hermione smiled into the kiss and deepened it.

'I love you,' said Hermione.

Fleur just kissed her again with a little more force, 'And I to you. Je'taime.'

With that, they watched the sunset in the horizon. Spending most of their afternoon kissing and lying in the sun warmed concrete.

Sweet dreams, I hope I tantalized you all!

Note: I've made an adjustment thanks to xXxTurlexXx, a French major!