Hermione felt her body flush with the suggestion hidden within that question. "Erm, yeah, right this way," she hurriedly pulled Fleur towards one of the bedrooms, unable to keep her hands off the delectable beauty in front of her, especially with the direction things were heading between them, her guise forgotten along the way. She shut the door behind her, and with it her last bit of propriety was lost.

Hermione's lips quickly found their way to Fleur's, their bodies pressing against each other, Fleur against the door with Hermione wrapped around her. Fleur's shock quickly faded and she pushed Hermione back towards the bed, hungrily devouring her, listening to Hermione praising her beauty between kisses. It wasn't until Hermione felt the bed against the back of her legs that she realized what was going on, her senses temporarily restored between the delirium brought on by Fleur's touch and panic rose in her chest. It was too late to stop now, not that she wanted to.

But that panic was soon forgotten as her love climbed upon her lap, straddling her, deepening their kisses, an intense hunger taking over them both. Hermione was pushed back upon the bed and too late she realized her mistake as the witch over her pulled out her wand, a whispered "Petrificus Totalus, my sweet," was the last thing to be said, a self-satisfied smirk across Fleur's face.

Hermione was frozen there on the bed, unable to move as Fleur slowly got up, straightening her clothes and wiping off her excessively smeared lipstick. Hermione could only silently curse herself as she was forced to lay there and watch as Fleur (if that was even her real name) perused her room, opening drawers and rummaging around. Hermione hoped that the boys would be able to figure out who it was and be able to help catch the blonde before she made it too far.

Finding little of interest in this room, Fleur left, her blonde hair flowing gently behind her, even in the middle of a robbery, Hermione still thought she looked elegant, a picture of grace, she was drawn to her. As the distance between the two of them grew she felt an intense longing grow, tearing her apart from the inside. She missed her, and it was slowly going to destroy her (which she realized was absolutely crazy). Her faculties slowly began to return to her, though she was still petrified, left alone with only her thoughts to keep her company. She replayed the entire evening in her mind.

There was nothing of note, she had provided the drinks, there was nothing slipped in it, no whispered spells, no curses, nothing she could find, but she was still inexplicably drawn to the blonde. She would have to do more research, at least now she had a name, Fleur Delacour, a name she thought was bestowed by the gods themselves. The sounds coming from downstairs had begun to die down, and eventually she heard Harry calling for her, but she was unable to respond.

After what seemed like hours, the door opened and someone entered. Hermione could hear their shuffling of robes and followed by Harry's voice "Rennervate." Hermione could move again and all her muscles began to cramp, feeling stiff at being held tense for such a long time. She let out a sigh and pulled herself up off the bed as Harry stood there a questioning look on his face. "She got away huh?"

"Yep," Harry couldn't help but make a popping sound with the 'p'.

Hermione scratched the back of her neck nervously, she looked at the ground out of embarrassment, she had failed after all their planning, "Well, at least we have some more information to go off of, maybe. She told me her name."

"I'm not sure if she got anything, we'll have to check and see if the bait items are still there, but I think that can wait until morning. It's been a long enough night for all of us. I'll give you some time and we can wrap this up in the morning."

Hermione was surprised at how easily he took the lead and nodded her acquiescence, she didn't really want to discuss how she'd been fooled and ended up petrified anyways. It was embarrassing enough as it is without having to admit it to someone else. "Can we not discuss this in front of the others?" she found herself asking meekly.

Harry nodded, "Sure, Hermione, I won't say anything." He placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder, "but if you want to talk about it, I'm here," before he pulled her in to a hug she didn't realize she needed. Without the blonde around her mind was surprisingly clear leading her to question what exactly it was that happened. Though there was still a lingering fondness for the blonde thief. She could still feel the ghost of her lips touching her, gliding over her skin, her fingers tracing hidden paths across her body.

"I don't know what happened. Suddenly, she was all that mattered, like I couldn't focus on anything but her, and I was jealous, anyone who took her attention for a second, I instantly disliked. But nobody else seemed to be affected."

"You'll figure it out, I've got faith in you 'Mione."

"It was definitely her though. There's no doubt about that. I think I knew it was her from the second I saw her. She... she looked like a goddess Harry. No other woman has ever caught my eye like that Harry."

Hermione's eyes grew painfully wide in realization and she took off yelling her thanks back to Harry as the brunette disappeared out of Grimmauld Place, the door slamming shut behind her. Harry could only chuckle to himself, recognizing the look for what it was- Hermione had just had a breakthrough.

Hermione raced down the streets, forgetting she could apparate to the Ministry. She had brought several of her books to work and left them there, researching what methods it could possibly have been. She had realized many of the signs she had shown were similar to a love potion.

She grabbed her book on controlled substances and flipped through the sections to find Amortentia. She thought maybe, that somehow she had instead breathed it in, if the potion was made into a spray, then she might not have seen it. But she soon realized that that was impossible and instead made a list of the signs that were noticible, feeling the beginning was the best place to start.

After a couple hours, replaying the entire scene over and over again (thanks to use of the pensieve) she had not seen anything given to her, attached to her, or stuck with by the mysterious Fleur. She also had a better description of the blonde than they had before when she was simply known as Aphrodite.

Her list however, was a different story, as she looked down at the piece of parchment before her, twirling her quill between her fingers. It simply stated "intense infatuation", "loss of focus" and "jealousy". It all seemed like Amortentia, but it wasn't, she was sure of that. She doubted the blonde could have created a new potion, but that was seeming more and more likely as she stalled out.

Then it struck her, if it wasn't a potion... no... it couldn't be. She paused, telling herself how ridiculous she was being. But there wasn't another option was there? It seemed just as likely as a new potion. She grabbed her copy of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them.

She searched through it, looking at everything for even the smallest possibility of having an ability to create attraction, going off of her thought that she was drawn like a siren lured men to their death. But the problem was she wasn't male. Was it possible they could pick and choose who they lured?

She added "Siren?" in a messy scrawl at the bottom of the list and tried to search for more on that possibility, but her book didn't contain anything. She continued searching through all the books that the Ministry kept on mythical beings hoping she would find something but her search was fruitless. There was barely any information available as it was and even less on how their abilities worked.

Hermione jumped awake with a start, something had touched her. She hadn't even realized she'd fallen asleep at her desk last night, her eyes blurry with a lack of satisfying sleep. "'Mione," the voice spoke again.

"Huh?" She looked over to see Ron standing there, a look of concern evident on his features, two cups of coffee in hand.

"Brought you breakfast." He gestured towards the white paper bag that was now sitting on her desk in front of her and took a sip of his coffee. She took the other cup from his hands and he pulled over a chair and sat down across from her.

"Late night?" He questioned and she only nodded in response.

"Want some help?"

Hermione dug into the paper bag, grabbing one of the pastries it contained at random- a chocolate croissant. Of course. It seemed the French were going to curse her for messing with one of their own, or was it teasing at how she'd lost her mind over an accent and a pair of legs she berated herself for getting so easily distracted.

Ron meanwhile was eyeing her list. "Y'know, she could be a Veela," he said nonchalantly as though it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"A what?" Hermione in all of her searching had yet to come across this term.

"A Veela. They're like a siren, sort of, well, they can attract people, but they're more like birds than fish. The Bulgarian Quidditch team has 'em for a mascot." He leaned back in his seat after imparting this bit of knowledge on Hermione and took a bite out of the donut he'd fished out of the bag after Hermione.

Hermione, croissant hanging out of her mouth, dove back into the mounds of paperwork and books on her desk, shuffling through, she found the book she was looking for- The Complete Guide to Mythical Beings and flipped through it. She let out an exasperated sigh upon finding nothing. "Useless bit of garbage that is."

"There's not much info on them, think Bill dated one once, maybe he knows something. They're real secretive though. Kept to themselves mostly like the centaurs did I think."

Hermione pulled the croissant from her mouth, "Could you find out for me? If he knows anything it'd help immensely."

"Sure, I'll send him an owl," and with that, Ron got up and left the room, leaving Hermione to her books and her breakfast.