Sorry guys, I know it takes forever for me to update this. Hopefully the waiting is worth it. Also, I noticed a major loophole in my story after reading the fourth book again. The events haven't been too accurate in my story and I apologize for this mix up. I'll update the first chapters when I have time and now on I'll do my best to follow the book. I know fanfiction gives a right to a little bit of artistic licence, to change things, but I do not like writing stories like that. So expect updates on the latest chapters, and hopefully new chapters too, soon. Summer vacation started and I should have all the time in the world right now, considering especially how bored I am at the moment. I hope for your sake, and mine, that I could get on with this fic faster than in the past. However, enjoy this one:) …or not ;)

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Hermione reached the Beauxbatons carriage in the dark, only to find the door locked. She tried several spells to open it, but it seemed to be sealed with more advanced magic that she could manage to perform. After a while of considering the ways to penetrate the locked door, she decided to return to the castle. She made a mental note to ask Fleur later if a password was needed to open the door. Maybe it was for the better that she did not get in. Fleur might not have liked the disturbance; she had said earlier quite clearly that she wished to go to bed, that she was tired. Hermione reached the Gryffindor tower and went straight to bed. (The Fat Lady wasn't too happy for the late interruption) Her thoughts wondered for a while, for how long, Hermione didn't know and she finally fell asleep.

Next morning she made it to the breakfast. Harry and Ron weren't speaking to each other, due to last night's events. She found only Ron sitting on the Gryffindor table. Regretting that she hadn't been really concentrating on the shocking matter yesterday, she took a pile of toasts with her and went back to look for Harry. After shortly finding him, they went for a walk outside.

They discussed the Tournament for a while, until Harry changed the subject to Fleur.

"So what's up with you two? And don't tell me it's nothing, I'm not blind. I also don't mind if it's something serious. I mean, I do not mind the fact that she's playing against me in this Tournament nor do I mind if you like her," Harry explained with difficulty, he was obviously a little bit uncertain how to express himself. Hermione avoided his gaze, thinking if she should tell Harry anything.

"I um… well… Yes, I think it's getting more serious," she blushed slightly, "but don't think for a second I'd help her out with the tasks or anything, I'm definitely rooting for you."

"I know you wouldn't; besides I do not think she needs anyone's help. She wouldn't have been chosen if she wasn't skilled enough," Harry wondered aloud and took a bite of his last piece of toast. A grin spread on his face, and with a bit of amusement in his voice he added, "Talking about her skills, is she a good kisser as well?"

Hermione suppressed a chuckle and hit Harry playfully in the arm.

"The best."

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The next few days, Hermione only got a glimpse of Fleur during the breakfast. Her days were filled with lessons and trying to get Harry and Ron talk to each other. It was proving to be a lot harder than what she'd have thought. She managed to set up a meeting with Fleur in that mess, the same place, and the same time. They laughed and shared stories, talked till the dawn broke. The weather was getting colder; you could tell it by the steam that was forming when they were breathing and talking. They didn't notice how cold it really was, Fleur had brought a blanket and they were cuddled inside it and their conversation kept their minds off the temperature. It was when they were disturbed by the sun rising behind the mountains and blinding their eyes, they decided to call it a night and get ready for the day.

That was the day when everything went wrong. Just before Potions a fight started. Everything happened really fast, and first thing Hermione acknowledged were her teeth growing at alarming rate. After Snape cruelly pronounced that he saw no difference, Hermione rushed to the Hospital Wing. She kept quiet the rest of the day and avoided to glance at anyone. In the common room Harry came to talk to her about Rita Skeeter and her interview with the champions. Hermione was catching up with her Potions work and was half listening to Harry. When she heard Fleur's name mentioned she immediately lifted her gaze from the homework.

"Fleur let slip something quite interesting when Ollivander was examining her wand, her wand happens to contain a Veela hair, from her grandmother, so she is a part-Veela after all," Harry explained.

"WHAT!"

"Yeah, Ron was right all along, I would tell him, but I guess you have to do that now, in case you want to admit to him you were wrong. Though that just might encourage him to be a bigger prick."

"But… she never said anything… how could she…" Hermione was muttering to herself. She suddenly rose up and her schoolbook fell onto the floor and a bottle of ink shattered, she didn't care, she just took off and headed towards the grounds, running as fast as she could. She couldn't help thinking Fleur had just been playing with her and casted a strange spell on her or something. She kept running and tears were streaming down her cheeks. She reached the grounds and saw Fleur with a group of girls from Beauxbatons laughing and walking towards the carriage. She ran to them and stopped Fleur by grabbing her arm, more forcefully than she had intended. Fleur flinched at first and turned around to see who was violating her. The other girls were staring curiously at Hermione; Fleur sent them away with an angry stare.

"What's wrong, 'ermione?" she asked, feeling worried.

"You, how could you! I thought you cared, but all along you've just been playing with me!"

"I 'ave not… What are you talking about?" Fleur had a really puzzled look on her face, she was staring at the shorter girl in front of her, tears falling down her face, her eyes closed and shaking her head vigorously. Fleur lifted her hand to wipe off some tears, but Hermione stepped back.

"Gerroff me! You could have told me yourself, would have been easier to convince me you're not just playing games. Or were you going to tell after you had sex with me!" Hermione couldn't speak clearly, she felt her heart beating in her throat and the words were barely recognizable behind the sobbing.

"Told you what, 'ermione!" Fleur asked, slightly getting angry at this accusing tone when she had done nothing at all. She had a bad temper, though she tried to keep telling herself this was not the moment to lose it, it was quite hard. She was obviously accused of something she hadn't done.

"That you're a…"

"I'm a what!"

"Like you don't know! A part-Veela!" Hermione turned around and started running back to the castle. Fleur watched her leave, unable to move. The last comment had been somehow exhaustive and drained every last feeling she had just been feeling. Motionless she just kept staring at the spot where Hermione disappeared behind the doors. First though that came to her mind, she whispered it out in the cold weather. She scarcely heard herself say it.

"But I thought you knew…"

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I'm evil. I know. Hang on in there.

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