Despite what others seem to believe, it was in fact Fleur who was first attracted to Hermione, not the other way around.
Yes, Fleur is without a doubt beautiful, her thrall compelling almost every boy in the great hall as she and the other Beauxbatons students entered in their bright blue uniforms. Ron literally had his jaw on the table as he stared at silver haired girl, and Harry looked like he was battling with himself to not do the same thing. Hermione couldn't help but shake her head, noticing how Seamus and Dean were puffing their chests out and began to furiously rub their fingers through their hair to dry fix it.
Boys will be boys, Hermione thought to herself shaking her head.
Once all the guests were greeted and food was finally unveiled, Hermione did not think of anything else as she tried a few of the French dishes which the House Elves have worked on to make their French guests feel more welcome. She still frowned at that. She honestly must find sometime to talk with Professor Dumbledore. But she happily ate, enjoying the Bouillabaisse which she has finally convinced Ron to have a try of. She didn't think of anything else until the voice finally reached her ears.
"Excuse me, are you finished with the Bouillabaisse?" Judging from Ron's sudden choking on his food and with Harry's sudden stiffening, Hermione had a feeling of who it was.
She turned around to see the exact same silver-haired girl who took the centre of the march by the French school. She stood up proudly and her features were sharp, but soft at the same time. She had pale, smooth skin and silver hair that went down to her waist. She was a beautiful girl; Hermione could admit that. And she wasn't the only one who thought so as the envious glares coming from Lavender and Parvati could not be missed by a blind man. Knowing that her male companions were going to be of no help, Hermione grabbed the dishes and handed it out to the blonde.
"Yes, we are. Here you go."
The girl then turned her face to Hermione's and Hermione did not think much of it at first, but later on she learned that the certain intense look which flashed in those blue eyes were the sparks of the whole beginning of her relationship with the blonde stranger. All of the sudden, the girl raised her chin, and her eyes twinkled a particular glint as she reached out and took the dish from her, her lips quirking in a smile.
"Merci." She practically purred, her eyes not leaving the brunette's as she held onto the desk. Shrugging, Hermione let go and turned back to her plate.
"No problem." And then she began to take a sip from her drink, not noticing the shocked look which flashed across the blonde's face. But she also missed the expression changing into an impressed look and an amused smile curled along the blonde's face as she turned around to walk back to the Ravenclaw table.
"Y-Yeah! It was great!" Ron tumbled out, staring wide eyed at the retreating blonde who completely ignored his words as she walked back to the table. Harry seemed to have shaken himself out of the trance he was in and flushed red as he noticed Hermione's unimpressed look as she looked at her two friends.
"A little too late Ronald."
Ron ignored the Brunette's quip and turned to Harry, his eyes wide in disbelief and excitement.
"She's a bloody veela!"
Hermione couldn't help but sigh again. Boys will be boys.
/
Hermione did not think that she would really meet with the blonde again, simply seeing her as a guest to Hogwarts and a student in her final year of study. She has seen her a few times in the corridors, but other than that, she did not think that she would meet with the blonde.
And certainly, she did not expect to be jumped in the library, trapped between a bookshelf and a blue uniformed blonde who had a smirk fixed in place as she looked at the younger girl in front of her.
"And we meet again." She said, her English remarkably brilliant despite being a foreigner, shocking the brunette as she dropped the book which she was looking for.
"W-What on earth do you think you are doing!" The brunette stuttered, not at all used to this type of behaviour. While she has seen the odd couple in the library being in similar positions, she did not expect to be one of them and certainly with a complete stranger. But the blonde didn't seem to care much about it, she just smiled as she leaned her head closer to brunette.
"Simply saying hello and introducing myself. I am Fleur Delacour, pleased to make your acquaintance."
Hermione immediately pressed herself into the bookshelf, doing her best to ignore the shelves digging into her back. The blonde seemed delighted by her reaction as she giggled and raised one hand which was pressed to the bookshelf and twirled a piece of Hermione's wild hair.
"May I know your name petite souris?" Fleur enquired, her eyes glinting as she took note of Hermione's flushing cheeks.
This woman was way too close in Hermione's personal bubble and she does not care if this was a French thing or not, she will just not tolerate it. Feeling her Gryffindor courage coming back, Hermione fixed her face stubbornly and raised her hand and practically pushed the girl away from her. With Fleur not expecting it, she stumbled back but gracefully saved herself from falling while she watched with surprised eyes as Hermione bent down to grab the book she dropped and stood back up. Hermione levelled her with a glare as she dusted the dust off the book.
"None of your business. Now please excuse me, I have some work to do."
She then turned around and stormed off, deciding that it would be better to do her homework elsewhere, not wanting to risk being jumped again by this woman. She left behind a stunned Fleur, who just watching her retreating figure with wide eyes. But then she smiled and raised her hand to her chin and rubbed it thoughtfully as Hermione disappeared from her sight.
Very interesting girl. She has definitely caught the Veela's attention.
/
After that, it turned into a game for the Veela to be chasing after the bookworm.
Hermione found herself crossing paths with the blonde a lot and it can't even be passed off as an accident anymore. Clearly no one has ever defied the blonde like Hermione has and that seems to be the problem as the Veela seems to be quite interested in what else the brunette planned to do. It also didn't help that her and her flock seemed to make it into a small game to see just how many reactions they can get out of her.
Unofficially walking her to her classes, interrupting the brunette's reading time in the library, and even going as far to have small gifts delivered to her by first years, like roses, small pieces of jewellery and even some books which she has been wanting to get her hands on. She has no idea how the blonde does it or even why and with Hermione and her need of knowing, she was determined to find out.
Although Hermione did finally get her answer of why the silver-haired witch was following her and playing with her so much when the said witch and her flock of friends took a seat at the Gryffindor table, the blonde gracefully seating herself beside the brunette as Ron had rather clumsily tumbled out the seat when Fleur stared him down and seemed to send a blast of something his way to turn him into a jumbling idiot. And from what the small bit of reading Hermione has done on Veela, she has a feeling that it was perhaps with something called a thrall.
But as the blonde sat herself beside her, Hermione just could not contain herself anymore. Ignoring the wide eyes of Harry and the rubbish rambling from Ron, Hermione turned to the blonde and raised her finger accusingly.
"Okay, that does it! I demand to know why you are following me like this! Tell me! Why are you following me?"
Fleur raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow at the brunette, looking at the finger which was pointed at her and then back to the fiery honey eyes blazing at her. Hermione felt a prick of anger as she smiled, a slightly crooked one and amusement dancing through her eyes as she raised her hand and gently took the pointing finger in her own, squeezing it softly.
"Isn't it obvious petite souris?" Hermione couldn't stop the squeak leaving her lips as Fleur manoeuvred the brunette's hand so that she was holding it and then raised to her lips where she then pressed a soft kiss to her knuckles, pulling away with a smile on her face as she looked pointedly at the brunette. "It's because I like you."
Hermione couldn't' stop her cheeks going red right there and the French witch didn't miss it as her smile grew wider and she pressed another kiss to her knuckles before letting go, turning to dish herself some lunch while the others giggled and spoke French to the blonde and amongst each other, tossing amused looks at the brunette. Hermione immediately whirled around, looking at the others for any kind of explanation of what just happened, but she was met with just as confused stares.
The French are just too damn honest.
/
"My my, just what is this?"
Hermione immediately smiled as she heard her girlfriend's voice entering the kitchen and she immediately leaned into the body behind her as she felt the hands on her hips as she felt lips press against her neck in greeting.
"I found a recipe online for Bouillabaisse, I thought I might as well try it. No promises that it will be good though."
"Nonsense, all of you cooking is exquisite mon amour."
Fleur tugged her into her body, wrapping her arms fully around the brunette and pressing several kisses to her jaw. Hermione laughed and squirmed, tyring her best to keep stirring her concoction while tolerating the witch's affections.
"Careful Fleur, I am going to spill!"
"It's okay, I know a cleaning spell for that."
Hermione barely had time to put the spoon down and switch off the stove as she felt herself getting pulled away and turned around so that she was now facing the blonde witch she had grown to love so much. She was just as beautiful as she was when she first met her at Hogwarts, just a little bit more mature looking like a woman in her twenties would be. She was still dressed in her outfit that she wore to Gringotts, but Hermione thought she looked beautiful in anything, even in some baggy shirts and shorts that the blonde has grown used to wearing since moving in with her.
Hermione felt the familiar soft hands on her cheeks and closed her eyes immediately as she felt those lips that she craves every day and savours each time she kisses them, the same as the blonde who drew it out, giving the proper greeting after such a long day at work with goblins. She pulled away, both of them breathless form the kiss and a wide smile on her face as her blue eyes twinkled in joy at the sight of her out of breath girlfriend.
"How sentimental of you to make it. The very dish which brought us together."
Hermione couldn't help but roll her eyes at that, thinking very differently to what the blonde said. "If I recall correctly, it was actually you and your stubborn stalking that ended up with me giving up and giving you a chance because I could not stand it anymore."
"I did not stalk you!"
"You literally followed me everywhere. Ever since you came and asked for the Bouillabaisse."
"You cannot blame me for that. You were just so beautiful, I just had to get your name."
"Well you did, after stalking me."
"Oh hush."
Fleur pressed forward again and melded her lips with the brunette's, swallowing the brunette's laugh as she wrapped her arms around her waist and hugged her closely as the blonde kept kissing her.
While it had been the blonde who was attracted to her first, it did not take long for Hermione to return the attraction. Though she won't admit that to Fleur because she knows she won't hear the end of it. And she can at least hold it above her head that it was in fact her that chased after Hermione, not the other way around.
Guess Hermione being different from all the other admirers is what attracted Fleur in the first place.