Day 2: Roommates

I came in like a cannonball!

WAR. That was one way to describe the room, Fleur thought. There was a border clearly defined if you looked at the caution tape that ran along one wall, onto the floor to the other opposing wall, dividing the place into two. Her side was obviously France, well because she is French. Clothes were scattered on her bed and all over the floor. She could barely see her desk under all the papers and books scattered all over it. She herself was draped over her cluttered bed, with her head hanging upside down over the edge. Across the border was Grande Bretagne, Great Britain as they called it. She spied her bushy-haired roommate sitting at her own desk, clean and immaculate as always, books stacked high but in order. The floor was clean and the bed well-made. Total opposite of France, like usual. Britain and its British people always liked to do things, à l'enver, opposite to the French.

If the French said right, the British would say left. If the French said up, the British would go down. Such is the relationship between the two. Fleur huffed, it made no sense. French people weren't known for their war-ish ways, more their whore-ish ways or a better way of saying this was their affinity to make love not war. Not that she hadn't tried to approach her neighbour before but she had been shot down like a stupid soldier having dared to poke her head out of the trenches at the wrong time. Since then, the area had turned plenty hostile. Fleur has been avoiding grenades, cannons and mortars every single day! Maybe she should come up with a plan instead of 'winging it'. Oui, strategise. A war strategy, she nodded to herself.

She needed to capture the enemy but how? That is la question! Think, think! Fleur's brows furrowed, trying to think of the best way to tackle this issue. Mais of course! She sat up suddenly. She had to get the enemy to cross the border into France!

It took a few days of preparation but Fleur was ready. It was the perfect time anyway to do this, it was summer, the weather was nice and hot. Slipping out of her clothes to just her undergarments, she shuffled onto her bed and just relaxed on her back. The bait has been laid now all that was left was waiting for the prey to bite.

THUNK!

The sound tore her out of her thoughts and Fleur looked up to realise she hadn't heard the brunette come in. The brunette who was staring at her mouth open in astonishment, a book lying at her feet, splayed open.

"'Ermione…wasn't expecting you back so early," she said casually.

"What are you doing?! Wear some clothes, for god's sake!" spluttered Hermione, a flush starting to rise on her cheeks.

"Oh it's too hot," said Fleur shrugging, rolling over to provide a clear view of her shapely ass.

Heat rising up to her ears, Hermione shifted her gaze away from the blonde, "It's too early for your nonsense, Delacour! Wear something!" she demanded forcefully.

"I am wearing something. I'm being respectful zhat we occupy ze same space and it's ze only reason I didn't take off…everything," she said, enunciating the last word with a husky voice.

Hermione squeaked at the words, quickly picking up her book and rushing out of the room, slamming the door behind her.

Fleur grinned. Phase One complete.

Now, Fleur knew that patience was key. Pushing too hard would make Hermione hightail out of there. So she acted normal for a few days, to lull the brunette in a false sense of security. She had needed to wait for the right time to pounce on her enemy again and the time has finally come… for Phase Two.

Did she tell you about the ensuite bathroom that was connected to their shared room? Non? Well, that's where she was right now, naked and freshly showered. She had dried herself with her towel but just enough that she wasn't making the whole place wet. She giggled at the thought. Only slightly wet, to make her look enticing. Checking herself in the mirror. She wrapped a heavy weight in her towel and dropped it from as high as she could.

THUD! A loud noise resonated throughout the place.

She didn't have to wait long before the door was ripped open and a panicked Hermione came through only to screech to a halt as she saw the naked blonde.

"Wha…wha…" Hermione was sure her face was in flames. She quickly averted her eyes from the wet nipples and the water rivulets over hard abs. God! Her eyes had nearly gone further down. Scrunching her eyes shut, she sputtered, "Sorry! I thought you fell!"

"Oh 'Ermione, thank you for being so concerned about me," said Fleur grinning.

"I…I'll leave you to it," said Hermione, quickly slamming the door shut as she shuffled out of the bathroom.

Phase Two complete.

So the plan was working. Fleur could clearly notice the little side glances that Hermione threw her every time they were in the room together and from the blush that erupted on the freckled face every time, it was good thoughts. Fleur grinned evilly.

Right now though, the glances were less shy and flustered but more glaring and menacing. Fleur smirked. She had invited a friend to her room for a 'study' session but right now, they were more cuddled onto her bed, going through their book, feeding each other snacks. Amelie was a trusted friend of hers and knew her plan so asking her to help had been a no-brainer.

She could feel the glower coming from across the border.

"I think the answer is Vastus Lateralis, Fleur," said Amelie.

"Oh Amelie, you are so smart!" praised Fleur, trying to keep a straight face as she heard a scoff from the other side of the room.

Hermione glared daggers at the …hussy!, that Fleur had brought to their room. Smart?! She'd show them smart! She was top of her class! If Fleur needed help with homework, all she had to do was ask her! Wait no, she hated the blonde! She was such an annoyance, bothering her all the time when she was studying ever since they had come to live in this room! Encroaching on her space and leaving a mess everywhere! It was the reason she had put the caution tape to divide the place.

"Thanks, babe!" grinned Amelie, opening her mouth as Fleur fed her a piece of popcorn.

"Next question, ma Cherie," smiled Fleur, pulling their attention back to their book.

Hermione had enough! She wasn't getting any study done with their stupid voices in the background and she wasn't going to sit there watching Fleur with that…that blonde hussy! Packing her books in her bag hastily, she stomped out of the room. The library, she was off to the library!

Fleur grinned at her friend and they high-fived each other.

Phase Three complete.

Fleur was quite surprised to see Hermione walk through the door. She was currently at a party in the dorm halls and Hermione was well known not to be the partying kind. The blonde had left the girl to cool down for a few days. Now the glances alternated between flustered ones and glowering ones. Fleur had a hard time keeping a straight face. Her 'Ermione was cute when she was jealous.

She wondered what the brunette was doing here when suddenly their eyes met. Fleur shot the brunette a nice smile but was disappointed when the brunette just nodded, briefly acknowledging her presence before disappearing into the crowd.

Dejected, she sipped her wine, standing alone in a corner, wondering where Amelie had disappeared to. Probably into a room with that girl she had been dancing with earlier.

"Hey beautiful," said a slurry voice beside her.

Looking up from her glass, Fleur grimaced at the drunk man swaying in front of her.

"Let's dance!" he said, reaching to grab her hand which she quickly sidestepped.

"I'm sorry, I'm not interested," she replied politely.

"Oh come on, don't you want some of this?" he said, gesturing at himself, spilling beer from the cup in his hand.

"I'm not interested," Fleur said, hoping he would take a hint. She watched as his face contorted with anger and he reached for her again, this time too fast for her to dodge, his hand wrapping painfully around her wrist.

"Come on!" he growled, pulling her towards him, only to scream and drop down like a sack of potatoes, holding his crotch. Fleur was sure it wasn't her who had kneed him despite being seconds from doing so.

"You take your hands off my woman!" spat Hermione, snarling at the whining man on the floor. She kicked him again for good measure when she saw the purpling marks on Fleur's wrist. Carefully taking the blonde's hand, she pulled her away, parting the crowd.

No words were said as she led the French girl back to their room. It was only when the door closed behind her that she dropped the blonde's hand and shuffled awkwardly, "I'm sorr….hmmpf!" her words were cut out when Fleur launched herself at her, lips capturing her own in a searing kiss. Hermione was frozen in shock until she snapped herself out of it when Fleur's tongue swiped against her bottom lip. Moaning, she wrapped her arms around the blonde's neck, returning the kiss with as much fervour.

"I didn't know I was your woman, 'Ermione," panted Fleur as she pulled away for air.

Blushing brightly, Hermione stammered, "I…I…"

"Does that make you my woman?" added Fleur huskily, eyes smouldering, "because I'd love for you to be mine…" she said, lightly biting Hermione's neck.

Groaning, Hermione felt her legs buckled underneath her, bringing them both to the floor, "Yes!" she hissed as Fleur raked her teeth on her throat.

"Yes what?" asked Fleur, pulling away to look at warm chocolate eyes.

Taking deep breaths to slow things down, Hermione looked at the blonde. "I... I like you, Fleur," she said shyly under the intense azure gaze, "I'd like to be yours and for you to be mine," she added hesitantly, fear and hope shining in her eyes.

Fleur smiled lovingly at the woman. Ducking her head, she deposited a languorous kiss on Hermione's lips, loving the shiver that coursed through the body underneath her and the answering mewl that escaped Hermione's throat. "Oui," she answered against the soft lips, watching as brown eyes lit up in happiness. So adorable… She kissed the brunette harder.

Great Britain conquered! Ok, yeah... she belonged to Hermione just as much... so maybe she did surrender France but whatever! They were now the Great French Britain! She'll take it!

Liberté, égalité, Hermioné!