Yeah, I know, It's been a while, like almost a month, but school and the holdiays with familie visits and stuff, but I'm back. This takes place somewhere at the end of Hermion's fouth year. Enjoy

"You're thinking about sex."

Fleur cheeks got a slight red tinge.

"'Ow can you zell?"

Hermione grinned, a triumph smirk settling around her lips.

"So you were thinking about sex, I wasn't sure, I just had this theory."

"You tricked me in azmitting! You litzle.." Fleur broke of, coyly she asked" Will you zell me 'ow you can see?"

"It's is your eyes, normally they're this really mesmerizing cold bleu, but they shift colors, they get darker bleu when you're aroused. They look like that after I kiss you."

She kissed Fleur on her cheek.

"I don't mind tough, I like the change, but will you tell me, what were you thinking about?"

"Non"

"Please, I leave if you don't!" Hermione got out of her chair, her bag already in her hand.

Fleur sighed and took Hermione's hand.

"Bien, I'll zell you." Hermione dropped her bag, and sat back next to Fleur.

"I waz thinking about you," her voice faded "I'm not going zo zell more." Hermione pouted, and to ad extra effect she did the best puppy eyes imitation she ever did.

"Why don't you tell me, thinking about me can't be that bad?" She smirked "I think about you all the time." Fleur looked a bit shocked at the blunt statement but soon got herself back together.

"And what dzo you, ma fifthzeen year old zex addict, think about?"

"Hey I'm not a sex addict! A Fleur addict yeah, but a sex addict, hmpf." Hermione crossed her arms in front of her chest, looking cheekily angry. She pouted again.

"Please?"

"I will zell, but what 'appens betzween the walls stayz in these wall,comprendz?"

"Understood, I promise, but honestly it can't be that bad, or that embarrassing." Hermione wasn't sure of the latter, she had never seen Fleur so shy.

"I piczured us, in the library, like nous are maintenent, mais, we're not juzt ztudying, we are more like kissing, and further comprend?" Hermione grinned mischievously.

"You have better imaginaries than me, I just picture us in the shower."

For the second time that day, Fleur looked shocked.

"God, and I thought I was a prude." Hermione muttered against Fleurs lips.

After their passionate lip lock Hermione, totally out of breath, stated

"Your room or mine?"

Happy new year!