A/N: Hey guys, thanks for the reviews! Good to know that some of you are enjoying this idea. I was just thinking of different scenarios that could bring together Hermione and Fleur and this one seemed like a super amusing one.
Keep letting me know what you like or don't like in the story!
Hermione licked her ice cream. She was sitting at a small table outside Florean Fortescue's with Harry and Ron. It was 4.30pm and they were waiting with Hermione until she had to go meet Fleur at 5.
"I hope this doesn't mean the end of parties at Grimmauld Place," Ron sighed.
"Ronald, do you really think after this whole nightmare I would be thrilled to host another party?" Hermione asked frostily.
"Hey, it's not my fault you don't know basic sex ed," Ron shot back.
Hermione glared across her ice cream at him.
"Easy guys," Harry said diplomatically, "I'm sure it's all going to be fine."
"I don't get what you were so hung up about with parties, anyway," Ron sulked, "They're a good time. It's what students are supposed to do."
"Students are supposed to pass their courses," Hermione replied testily, "Which I won't be doing if our house is full of drunk partygoers."
"Well, good luck passing your classes with a baby," Ron mumbled under his breath, rolling his eyes.
Hermione slammed her ice cream down on the table, making a splattered mess. She pushed her chair back and got to her feet.
"Trust you to care more about a stupid party than supporting your friend in a time of need," Hermione hissed.
"Hermione, he didn't mean that," Harry interrupted.
But Hermione was turning on her heel and storming off down Diagon Alley. She stomped all the way up the steps of Gringotts, sitting down on the top of the marble steps outside. She rested her head in her hands, trying not to dwell on the horrible few weeks she had been having.
There was so much going on in her mind. A whirlwind of panicked thoughts around the possibility of getting someone pregnant. The dread that the person that could be pregnant seemed to loathe her. That she wasn't a fan of her either. That everyone knew she had slept with a woman. That she had slept with a woman.
She hadn't allowed herself much time to dwell on that last one.
Sometimes, late at night, she would let herself think back to her hazy memories of that night. Running her hands over silky skin and a firm body. Soft kisses running down her body.
"Hermione?"
Hermione looked up. Bill Weasley was standing eye level to her, standing further down the steps. It appeared he had been leaving and almost walked past her until he had spotted her. He was dressed neatly in a navy suit with a forest green tie. He was looking very professional for someone that often spent work hours with his sleeves rolled up breaking curses in filthy tombs.
"Hey, Bill," Hermione said glumly.
"What's up?" Bill grinned charmingly, "What are you doing here?"
"Waiting for Fleur," Hermione intoned grumpily.
Bill cocked his head to one side, looking at Hermione carefully. He suddenly burst out laughing.
"You're the one that might have knocked her up?" Bill surmised.
"She told you?" Hermione asked, cringing. This couldn't get worse.
"Well, we are best friends. She told me she had a drunk one-night stand and that she found out today the person hadn't used protection," Bill grinned, "She was too embarrassed to say who she'd slept with."
"Embarrassed?" Hermione echoed hollowly. It felt like a punch to the gut.
Bill looked apologetic.
"I mean, maybe that isn't the right word…" Bill said awkwardly, "But seriously, Hermione? How did you not know the Veela thing?"
"I just didn't, okay?" Hermione snapped. Bill laughed.
"Well, you picked one hell of a way to find out," Bill retorted.
"At least you found out from her and not your parents or Hagrid," Hermione murmured, rubbing her temples. Bill laughed.
"God, Hermione," Bill laughed, "You've got yourself in quite the predicament, huh?"
"I've just had a rough time from your younger brother," Hermione sighed, "Could you take it a little easy on me?"
"Sorry, Hermione," Bill said, smiling apologetically, "It's just funny because you are totally the last person I would expect this situation to happen to. Good luck with Fleur, though. She's in a right mood today. Veela tempers, huh?"
With that, Bill waved at Hermione and headed back off down the steps.
"God, God, God," Hermione muttered, burying her face in her hands. Things just seemed to be going from bad to worse. It bothered her that Fleur was so embarrassed about their drunken tryst that she couldn't even tell her best friend. Was Hermione that ugly? That nerdy? That frumpy?
Self-conscious assaulted her mind as she tried to ignore the heavy lump deep in her stomach. She didn't know why it upset her quite so much. Maybe because it was just the icing on top of an already terrible situation.
The clicking of high heels and unimpressed clearing of a throat announced Fleur's arrival.
Hermione stood up, smoothing down her clothes self consciously. She was now ultra self-conscious about the plain tee, black jeans and denim jacket she was wearing.
Fleur was looking like a runway model, as per usual.
Is that why she was so ashamed?
Hermione inwardly cringed as she saw the pure annoyance adorning Fleur's proud features.
"Come," Fleur said abruptly, taking off at pace down the steps. Hermione stumbled to keep up.
Fleur really was rude. She didn't slow her pace at all for Hermione, leading to awkward stumbles until Hermione caught up.
Fleur glided down the end of Diagon Alley before turning onto another street. She had the air of someone that was in a hurry and would rather not be there at all.
Finally, she pushed open the small wooden door of a potions store that reminded Hermione of a Muggle Pharmacy. A small set of bells jingled as they entered. Fleur wrinkled her nose with distaste.
"You ask for it," Fleur demanded.
"What?"
"Well, I'm not asking for it," Fleur replied haughtily, "This is your mistake. You deal with it."
Hermione was beginning to feel like she was getting a bit of a rough deal when it came to the situation. Yes, she really ought to have known more about Veela before jumping into bed with one. On the other hand, Fleur was raised Veela. Surely she should know how dangerous it would be to rely on someone else doing the contraceptive spell?
Hermione frowned, lining up at the counter.
She could feel Fleur's eyes boring into the back of her head as the line progressed. Finally, she was facing the kindly old shop woman.
Hermione felt a sting of embarrassment at asking this woman for a pregnancy test.
"Yes, dear?" the woman asked kindly, "What can I help you with?"
Her face was well worn with smile lines and deep wrinkles of age. Her white hair was permed to perfection. She reminded Hermione awfully of her own grandmother.
"I… Erm…" Hermione didn't quite know how to say this to a grandmotherly figure, "I need… Uh…"
She trailed off awkwardly. The old shop woman smiled.
"Well, I can't help you if you don't tell me what you need, dearie," she smiled. Hermione blushed.
"I need a, erm…" Hermione averted her eyes, her blush burning her cheeks even more.
"Mon dieu! She needs a pregnancy test," Fleur interrupted impatiently, appearing at Hermione's side in an instant.
The old woman looked surprised, but politely hid her reaction and turned to rummage behind the counter.
Hermione glared at the blonde who scowled back at her.
"Here you are, sweetie," the old woman had turned back to them.
Hermione reached in her pocket, fishing out her money pouch. One of her proudest moments was modifying an extendable charm to allow herself to have generous pockets in her jeans. Women's jeans were less than generous with their pockets. But with the extendable charm, Hermione had the space of a small handbag. She fished out the required amount of coins and placed them in the old woman's hand, thanking her profusely.
As soon as Hermione and Fleur left the store, Fleur swiped the paper bag from her.
"Merci," Fleur said coldly. She began to walk away but Hermione grabbed her by the elbow.
"Wait, are you going to let me know the result?" Hermione asked anxiously. Fleur shot her a cold look.
Her cerulean eyes travelled from Hermione's face down to the hand holding her by the elbow, scowling darkly. She didn't reply to the brunette.
"Fleur! I deserve to know!" Hermione insisted.
Fleur maintained her aloof expression for a moment, considering Hermione's words. Finally, she sighed and shook her head.
"Fine," Fleur conceded.
She pulled her arm roughly out of Hermione's grip. She flipped her sheet of silky platinum blonde hair over her shoulder and strode off without another look at Hermione, her high heels clicking loudly on the cobbled streets.
Hermione sighed, watching her go.
Fleur was a truly gorgeous woman, but Gods, could she be icier? Hermione felt like she had frostbite after that encounter. She'd known that Fleur was hardly thrilled about their encounter, but her reaction that day had been damning.
Hermione let her eyes roam down Fleur's body as she walked further down the street. Her dress was form fitting and clung to her in all the right places. Hermione, despite herself, felt a smile playing at her lips at the memory of having her hands all over Fleur's perfect body the night of the party.
'Wait, what?' the smile fell off Hermione's face as she realised what she was doing. She turned her back to Fleur's retreating figure, exhaling.
It was a one-off. Just because they were both drunk. It didn't mean anything about her sexuality.
Hermione walked back to Diagon Alley to meet the boys. Harry and Ron were leaning against the wall next to Florean's.
"How's your baby-momma?" Ron asked with a smirk, before Harry elbowed him hard.
"I'm not in the mood, Ronald," Hermione replied darkly.
"What? It's funny," Ron shrugged.
"So not funny," Hermione replied, thoroughly moody about the entire situation.
"Sorry, 'Mione," Harry said sympathetically, "What do you feel like doing now? We could grab some dinner?"
"Honestly, I'd rather go home and get some study done," Hermione sighed, "It's the only thing that makes sense right now."
Ron's grin faded and he slung an arm around Hermione's shoulders as they headed off down Diagon Alley.
"Look, I'm sorry Hermione," Ron said genuinely, "I'm sure it will be fine."
Hermione left her lecture, yawning.
She hadn't been sleeping well lately. It had been a couple of days since she saw Fleur and took her for the pregnancy test.
Not even her studies could keep her mind off that. She was trying her best to be patient. After all, Fleur was already very angry with her. If she sought out the blonde too soon, her temper may just fully boil over.
Hermione walked through the university campus, her satchel swinging against her. Temper or not, if she hadn't heard from Fleur by the end of the day, she would seek the blonde out. She couldn't take not knowing.
Hermione had tried to bury herself heavily in her policy work. She was already well ahead of her reading and assignments, but could always do more.
Unfortunately, it was like that night at Grimmauld Place had planted a seed in her mind. Whenever her mind went blank, she found herself thinking of silky soft blonde hair. Sometimes she could practically feel Fleur grinding on her if she dwelt on the memories long enough.
A blush bloomed in Hermione's cheeks. She was beginning to think that perhaps she was not as straight as she had initially thought. The way her stomach lurched pleasantly when she remembered pinning Fleur down to the bed, or the way Fleur had whimpered and arched her back.
She didn't like to think about it. Or rather, she didn't like to think about how much she liked to think about it.
Hermione rounded a corner and halted in her tracks. Her heart skipped a beat.
Leaning against a brick wall was a very indifferent looking Fleur Delacour. She was dressed casually in torn jean shorts that showed off her long legs and a plain white tee. Hermione stepped closer.
Hermione had only really seen Fleur in high heels before. Even at Hogwarts during the Triwizard Tournament, the Beauxbatons girls had worn heels with their uniforms. Hermione had assumed that Fleur was taller than her. But now, as she was standing in some flat sneakers, Hermione realised she was actually slightly shorter than her. Amazing what an intimidating personality could do for perceived height.
Hermione wondered if there was something wrong. It wasn't like Fleur to dress so casually.
"Erm, hey," Hermione greeted awkwardly.
Fleur crossed her arms tightly across her chest, looking away.
"I took the test," Fleur said, still not looking at Hermione.
"And?"
Hermione's stomach was in knots.
A/N: Sorry for the cliffhanger :P Let me know if there is anything you would like to see in the story x