AN: Weekends over again, so back to work (and nightly updates) side note... my wife caught me reading another story earlier and was teasing me about reading my "lesbian smut" as she calls it... little does she know... i thought about telling her i dont just read it but... anyways enjoy some "lesbian smut" that doesnt contain smut... at least not in this chapter.

"Bloody hell, 'Mione, you know her?" Ron asked in a loud whisper, turning to the brunette, gaping.

Hermione blushed and nodded her head. She wasn't sure what was happening, this was a situation she'd never imagined in her wildest dreams. Thankfully, Harry was a quick thinker.

He pulled up an empty chair to their small circle, and motioning towards it, "Here, sit, we were just having a couple of drinks, you're welcome to join us."

Fleur gave him a small smile, looking slightly nervous, she crept towards the chair and sat down, staying on the edge, unsure of how much to relax around this group of aurors.

"Can I get you a butterbeer?" Harry asked, already standing from his seat, "Rounds on me guys."

Everyone quickly agreed to another, Ron taking a long swig from his mug, finishing it off before making a cheers motion with the empty glass. He walked off, leaving the small group to chat nervously. Hermione still hadn't responded to Fleur who had so far just glanced nervously around the group. Ron hadn't been able to stop staring at the blonde which didn't help.

Hermione was doing her best to ignore the blonde sitting next to her, talking to Ginny about how her Quidditch tryouts had gone. The youngest redhead had been the only one in their inner group to not become an auror. Her proclivities were for the sport, and since finishing school she had been travelling trying out with different teams hoping to secure a spot as a professional player.

"How did you do this time?"

"I feel good about it, don't want to jinx myself by saying too much though, but let's just say I didn't fall off my broom this time," she let out a deep laugh at that, remember her last try-out in which she'd been so focused she didn't see the bludger hit towards her and been knocked off her broom by it. It had wounded her pride more than it had hurt and when she'd been turned down, it wasn't a big surprise to anyone.

Ginny had doubled up her practicing though and for weeks had done nothing but eat, sleep and train for the next tryouts.

"Which team was it this time?"

"The Holyhead Harpies."

Harry arrived back at the table, clutching five butterbeers in his hands, foam sliding down the sides of the mugs as he tried to keep it from spilling. They were filled to the brim and sloshed over the edges as he placed the mugs on the table. Fleur looked up at him, thanking him as she reached for a mug. Her fingers grazed Hermione's and she blushed at the contact. The brunette hastily grabbed for another, pretending they hadn't touched, doing her best to ignore the tingling in her hand.

"So Fleur," Harry started and the blonde tensed in anticipation, "we were just talking about this muggle debate about pineapple on pizza, what's your thought?" He finished the question with a cheeky grin and the rest of the group turned to her, looking at her expectantly.

"Well," she spoke slowly, carefully, and Harry nodded at her to continue, "I'm not really sure what 'pizza' is, so I can't say if pineapple belongs on it."

The rest of the group looked at her affronted before Ginny laughed, "It's okay, neither did we" she motioned between her and Ron, "until those two introduced us to it."

Ron jumped in, "It's like a large round piece of dough covered in this red sauce and cheese and whatever other toppings, bloody good it is."

"I suppose I'll have to try it sometime," she said softly, her eyes shifting to look at Hermione as she picked up her mug and took a sip of her drink.

Hermione looked at her, a blush rising in her cheeks before she looked down clearing her throat, "There's no way it goes on pizza, it's a fruit for God's sake."

"Now, hold up just a minute 'Mione, I think you're forgetting about fruit pizza! Or dessert pizza!"

"Gin, nobody counts those as pizza! It's named after it but it's not pizza, just like how nobody thinks a fruit cake is actually cake," Hermione countered, and the two of them began debating the merits of putting pineapple on a pizza, Hermione was strongly against it. Harry just sat back in his chair with a smile and drank his butterbeer slowly.

Fleur just watched the argument happen between the two redheads and Hermione until finally Hermione had had enough.

"Right, that's it," she turned to Fleur, "You're the fifth person here, you'll be the tie breaker."

"But I have never had this pizza and cannot make any decision?"

Hermione stood abruptly and pulled Fleur up, "We're going to get you a pizza then." She turned back to the group, "We'll finish this later," was all she said before she pulled Fleur out of the Leaky Cauldron, set on her mission.

The pair stepped out into the cool evening air, a slight shiver running up Hermione's spine and Fleur shuffled closer, savoring the contact between them. The sun had mostly set, sending hues of pinks and yellows, casting long shadows. They disappeared off into muggle London, Fleur being drug along behind a determined Hermione.

"This place is my favorite," she said pulling them into an empty pizzeria, a flashing open sign in the window. Fleur looked around, unfamiliar with her surroundings. The tiles alternating in a tacky black and white checkerboard pattern, the counter in front of them supporting a glass wall. There was a large metal contraption behind that and a rotating display case in the corner next to the windows. A large man wearing a red polo stood behind it, his apron was messy stained with red sauce.

"Hey Marco," Hermione greeted the man.

"Hey Hermione, how's my favorite customer?" he asked cheerfully.

The brunette stepped up to the counter, dropping Fleur's hand, "My friends and I are trying to settle the debate of pineapple on pizza. Can I get a large half Hawaiian, half meat so we can try and decide this once and for all?"

He let out a hearty laugh, his hands coming up to his belly as he threw his head back. "Of course you can! And I hope you are able to make the right decision," he said with a wink before setting to his task.

Fleur watched with rapture as he pulled out a ball of dough and quickly worked it in his hands, flattening it out quickly and tossing it, spinning in the air before he caught it again. In practiced perfection he ladled out the red sauce, spreading it over the now flattened dough before throwing toppings on, she watched pineapple and ham spread heavily on one side before he covered the other side in ham, bacon, pepperoni and sausage. Her focus never wavered as he placed the pizza in the metal box behind him and she watched it disappear from view.

Hermione stood next to her, laughing silently at how intently she watched the process.

"What happens now?" she whispered to the brunette, unable to see the pizza.

"It's cooking, it'll be done soon."

"Why must it take so long?" she asked, a hint of whine to her angelic voice.

"Because there's no such thing as magic," she answered with a wink.

Finally, (it took much too long in Fleur's opinion) the man, Marco, was pulling the pizza out with a large stick and placed it in a box, then rapidly passed a strange wheel over it multiple times before handing it to them.

Fleur looked at it with eager eyes, "Can we eat it now?" a hint of childlike excitement overcoming the normally reserved woman.

Hermione nodded, opening the box, "Be careful," she said in warning, but it went unheeded by the blonde who was already reaching for a slice of the meat covered side.

She quickly took a bite before yelping, "It's hot!" Hermione laughed and closed the box back up, enjoying the blonde's antics as she attempted to cool the slice.

"I told you so!"

"You said to be careful, you did not say it was hot!"

"So what do you think?"

"It is quite good, this pizza. How did muggles come up with such a thing?" They had begun to walk back towards the Leaky Cauldron, pizza in hand.