This was originally going to be with the chapter 7 but seemed to be too long, so I cut it in half. Let this be 7b then? I'm going to change the point of view in the middle, it somehow felt okay, and it's done somewhat unnoticeably too, I hope. I wasn't intending to change it but I wanted to capture something else this time. For those who wanted Fleur's POV too. It will not have a sign "Fleur's POV" because that does not suit this story, but I'm warning now that it might change the style a bit. I apologize if it bothers someone. Or rather, I don't, it's my story anyways, like it or not, I'm going to finish it. :D

Oh, and I always forget to put the disclaimer thingy. I do not own the characters; they belong to J.K.Rowling, their rightful owner who'd probably freak out if she saw what I've done to them. Sorry. :D

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Viktor was in the Entrance Hall talking with some of his friends; Hermione stole him for a moment and explained what happened. He didn't seem to mind at all. The crowd was emerging from the Great Hall and everybody was saying their goodbyes. Hermione left to the dormitory, passing Ron on her way. She quickened her pace but was too slow, Ron caught up with her.

"How could you do that! Don't you realize that he's playing against Harry in this tournament! He's the enemy," Ron barked.

"Will you give up already? He just asked me and I agreed. How come you're aloud to like Fleur? You're not really setting an example, she's as dangerous to Harry as Viktor is," Hermione said, feeling irritated.

"But that's completely different! She's a girl." Ron said and tried to keep up with Hermione's pace.

"Oh for heaven's sake, Ron! Listen to yourself, I'm a girl too and I'd beat you anytime in a duel!" Hermione was getting annoyed.

"You should have been on our side, came with the other one of us," Ron said when they reached the Fat Lady's Portrait. Hermione was boiling with anger. They kept yelling and shouting until Harry came in and interrupted them. Hermione ran to the room, she was the first one to arrive and she changed to more comfortable clothes. She untied her hair and let it fall loose on her shoulders and went back to the common room to check if the boys were gone to sleep already. She didn't see either of them and she was about to step out of the portrait when Harry grabbed her sleeve and beamed at her. He was wearing an amused smirk on his face and holding out the Invisibility Cloak.

"I thought you might need this, in case if it gets late. Snape was giving detention to some students down there pretty easily."

"Thanks Harry, I'll give it back to you tomorrow," Hermione said and left. When she saw the empty corridor, she pulled on the cloak and continued her way out. Students were still unhurriedly going back to their dormitories. The front doors stood open and Hermione stepped out to the Grounds. She could easily find her way to the carriage. Fleur was waiting for her already. Nobody else was around, so Hermione took the cloak off.

"Hey again," Hermione said, smiling widely.

"'ello 'ermione, you're a bit early," Fleur returned the smile.

"Oh, yeah, I had a row with Ron, I just wanted to get out of there fast," Hermione explained.

"Oh, well, can we go in, it's a little bit chilly out 'ere."

"Of course, do I have to wear the cloak?"

"You'd better do zat, I am not sure if I am aloud to take you in, not zat nobody else is having guests tonight but still," Fleur said, smirking a little bit. Hermione threw the cloak on again and grabbed Fleur's arm. They stepped inside, and Hermione's jaw dropped in awe. The carriage reminded her of the tent she stayed last summer at the World Cup. It was a lot bigger than what it seemed to be from the outside. The first room they stepped into was sort of an atrium with marble floor and walls. There was an expensive looking carpet on the floor and a few black leather couches, making the room look like a lounge. There were two corridors leaving to different directions from the room. They took the left one and passed several doors on their way. The doors were light coloured wood with silver handles and there was a name written in every door with shining silver substance. They walked almost to the end of the corridor, when Hermione saw a door which had the name "Fleur Delacour" written on it. They stepped inside to Fleur's room that included a desk, a large cabinet and a bed sized for two. There was another door next to the cabinet, on the left-hand side. Hermione figured it was a bathroom and felt a hint of jealousy; the Hogwarts' students didn't have that much privacy. Fleur reached out and pulled the cloak off, meeting the amazed look on Hermione's face. Fleur had to chuckle at the sight.

"I know, it's a little bit different from your castle," Fleur said, looking around.

"Wow, I never thought… Such a beautiful place… It's so big," Hermione couldn't really find words; she hadn't really expected anything like that. But Fleur's next comment brought her back to the reality of the situation.

"Oui, but I must apologize, I 'aven't got anything to sit on, except my chair, but it's not comfortable enough. So may I suggest zat we skip ze formalities and occupy ze bed now?" Fleur asked with a mischievous grin spread on her face. Hermione had to time to answer, she was dragged to the bed; she had barely time to kick off her shoes when she suddenly found herself lying next to Fleur. She had to giggle at Fleur's impatience, though she couldn't help but to feel a little bit nervous the same time. She blushed and lifted her gaze to the ceiling. She double-checked if she really saw it right.

"Oh, how smooth, a mistletoe right above your bed," Hermione said sarcastically, but with a tinge of amusement in her voice.

"Oui, zat leaves you no choice but to kiss me," Fleur said softly, supporting herself on her elbow, her other hand resting on Hermione's stomach. She watched as Hermione blushed more; the impact of her words sinking in. She moved her hand lazily upwards, and heard Hermione's small intake of breath that made her hair in the back of her neck stand up, she suddenly wasn't feeling so confident at all. Her hand found its way to trace down the jaw line and she placed her thumb on Hermione's lips. Hermione, who had stared into Fleur's eyes the whole time, now closed her eyes. Fleur removed her thumb and leaned in to kiss her. Fleur could feel the butterflies racing in her stomach, she wasn't sure if she liked this sensation. She never had butterflies. She thought they were just a joke. This was making her more nervous, she was always able to restrain her feelings. She was just thinking how she must be losing control, when Hermione kissed her back, softly as always, but there was a hint of desire in it. Fleur let go of any thought wandering in her mind and lost herself to the kiss. She could feel Hermione's hand behind her back, slightly pulling her closer. Her insides were twisting into a tight knob; her skin felt like it was on fire, burning. She found her hand wandering around Hermione's stomach again, this time under her shirt. The skin felt warm and soft under her fingers. Hermione arched her back when the fingers found the fabric of her bra and bit Fleur's lower lip gently. A warm shiver shot through Fleur's body, but stopped in the bottom of her stomach. She felt suddenly really conscious of what was happening and pulled herself away.

"Merde! 'Ermione… I shouldn't 'ave…" Fleur exhaled a breath she hadn't notice she'd been holding. The arm she was resting on was trembling.

"It's ok—"

"But I am not sure if I can stop if you let me go on," Fleur said apologetically.

"I don't want you to stop," Hermione said, looking straight into the blue eyes. She sounded so sincere that Fleur couldn't help but to relax a little bit. Fleur watched confused when Hermione suddenly sat up, she followed the example and rose up. She couldn't suppress a chuckle when she realized what Hermione was up to. She watched the younger girl re-position herself, facing Fleur and sitting on her lap. She remembered how she had sat on Hermione's lap during their second meeting.

"Is zat comfortable enough?"

"Very," Hermione said gently and pulled Fleur closer to continue where they had left. They started kissing, first softly then letting the heat come back slowly. Fleur's hands we're wandering around, eventually reaching what they had reached earlier, this time she decided to get rid of anything that was on her way. She lifted Hermione's shirt a bit warily, as if asking if it was ok. Fleur took it as a positive answer when Hermione lifted her arms up, she took the shirt off her. Hermione grabbed the hem of Fleur's shirt and pulled it off as well. Soon their clothes were piled up on the floor; their breathing was getting heavier and the pace faster. Fleur took a moment to slow down the speed and broke the kiss. She had never stopped admiring the beauty of another woman, and this one was no exception. There was one thing that was different about this time though, compared to the others. Fleur felt unselfish for the first time, she wanted Hermione to feel good; her own needs were entirely secondary.

After few hours, when their breathing had settled, they laid cuddled under the covers, tightly wrapped around each other. Hermione was resting her head on Fleur's chest, listening to her heartbeat. Both of them were still feeling euphoric. Fleur was the first one to break the peaceful silence.

"'ermione?" she whispered.

"Yes?"

"I am sorry for taking your first time away from you like zat."

"You didn't take it away, you gave it to me," Hermione said softly. Neither of them felt like saying anything after that.

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I need to apologize if writing this has taken me for too long again. I wrote this actually twice, there's a graphic, detailed version, which I rejected after reading it through once. It doesn't fit the story at all, so I decided to go with less detailed version that in my opinion suits better, I might write something more graphic in later chapters, but the change of rating and style came too fast to be included in this chapter. I might also try to limit the chapters to 10 or 12 so that this does not become too boring or otherwise change from my original idea. There might be a chance I'll divide the next chapter into two like this one and let it be the last. Just let me know what you think :) After all, I'm writing this to you (and sorry I can't make it up to everyone's expectations, I'm only human after all, with a bad case of insomnia at the moment)

I think I got my mojo back. :D

Or then this is just temporary again. Let's hope not.

R&R, please:)