Huge thanks to all of you who have posted reviews! I'll get to the chapter 4 as soon as possible. I won't keep you waiting for too long, I promise. :)

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Hermione was feeling awfully nervous the whole day. She tried to keep her thoughts focused on the lessons, hoping that the time would go faster. However, minutes seemed like hours and by the lunch-time she was feeling so ill, she decided not to eat anything so she wouldn't need to rush to the toilet and throw it all up.

"'Mione, for crying out loud, what's wrong with you? You've never acted like this," Ron asked finally, just causing Hermione to shoot a very anxious glare at his direction. She was just taking few sips of water every now and then. Her mood swung from excited to scared and then to obnoxiously ill. She avoided even glancing at the Ravenclaw table.

Hermione found it hard to sit still in the Charms lessons that afternoon. It was only about five minutes to the end of the lesson, end of the day's torture. She was biting her nails till they bled, making her more aggravated now that she had nothing to keep her focus concentrated on.

"If I didn't know her any better, I'd swear she's nervous about meeting with the Veela-girl," Ron whispered to Harry.

"Yeah, she's probably just getting nervous about the OWLs or something," Harry said, glancing at Hermione.

"It's still a whole year before OWLs, has she gone mad?" Ron said with his eyes bulging.

"Just for the record, I'm right here and I can hear what you're talking about," Hermione then whispered to Ron who was sitting next to her. She was already counting the seconds till the lesson would end.

"How can you worry something like OWLs already?" Ron turned to her and asked.

"Never said I did, Harry said so, but OWLs are very essential for the last two years in case if you didn't know," Hermione snapped.

"Alright, keep your hair on, I was just asking. But, really… OWLs?" Ron whispered loudly with a suspicious tone.

"Well maybe it's the bloody Tournament then, why do you care anyways?"

"You're just acting so oddly," he said, looking utterly confused.

"And how many times I have to say, Fleur is not a Veela, get over it," Hermione said, turning her focus into Professor Flitwick who was now lost in conversation with Parvati.

"So Fleur is her name, such a pretty name…" Ron was talking quietly to himself, "Wait, how do you even know her name?"

"Oh, for goodness' sake Ron, leave her alone. Presumably she introduced herself, as it is polite to do so," Harry answered to Ron. Hermione wasn't paying much attention to what they were talking. She wanted the time to go faster, but it was slowing down every second, or so it seemed.

When Professor Flitwick finally started giving out homework, Hermione had gathered her things in a second, wrote down the homework in her notebook and stood up, ready to leave. As everyone else was also starting to leave, Hermione dashed out of the class room. It was just then when it hit her that Fleur never said where they would meet. So she decided to head to the Entrance Hall, hoping to find Fleur there. To her relief, she saw the blond girl standing near the doors. She felt more nervous at every step she took towards her and couldn't get any word out of her mouth when she was close enough.

"'Ermione, 'ow nice to see you but I'm afraid we need to see later. Our 'eadmistress, Madam Maxime, wants a few words with us about ze Tournament. 'Er few words usually mean many, many words and it could take long. I do not want to keep you waiting for nothing, 'ermione," she said, looking sincerely apologetic, "but 'ow about if we meet where we met last night, non? At ze same time, maybe earlier. Let's say, around midnight. Zat is ok, non?"

Hermione was quiet for a moment, shocked of this late intervention. She eventually regained her voice back.

"I… I waited the whole day to get a chance to talk to you, now you're saying I have to wait more?" she practically shouted, drawing people's attention. Noticing this, Fleur dragged Hermione further to the corner. She waited for a moment so the people around them stopped staring and continued to go on their ways.

"I'll promise you a romantic evening, staring at ze stars again, I think you can wait for a moment longer, non?" she said in a soft tone, smiling gently at Hermione.

"Let's hope it'll be a clear sky then," Hermione said, feeling relatively better now that she knew what she was waiting for.

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Sorry guys! I'm really tired right now, so you'll just have to wait again. I'll write more as soon as I wake up, couldn't stop writing now that I have a clear idea what I will write about. How the story will continue from this and some stuff that will happen. So you'll know eventually. Patience :D