A/N: So I've decided that the story will be held more in the present instead of back in the 1990s.
Thirteen years have passed in the Granger home. Ten years since Harry and Hermione were told that they were adopted. Three years since they entered Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry together. Two years since Hermione's accident and Harry's involvement with the chamber of secrets and just this past year they had each found their godfathers, Sirius Black the convict and Serverus Snape the once hated professor. Life was certainly exciting and it didn't stop yet.
This summer the Grangers decided that they would be spending the break at their home in France visiting a friend of the family coming back a month before returning to Hogwarts. It was a welcome change for the teens, to be away from the dangers of magic for a short period of time. The Weasleys had also sent home an invitation to stay with them during the last week of the summer, which they had already sent a yes to. Apparently Mr. Weasly had gotten tickets to the Quidditch World Cup and Harry was thrilled Hermione on the other hand was much rather looking forward to seeing the Weasleys themselves.
Waking up Hermione felt the heat of the sunlight that poured over the bed. The twittering of birds over the crashing of waves could be heard from outside. Turning on her side she looked upon the nightstand to check the time. The hour hand was resting on the ten while the minute hand had just landed on seven. Against the side of the clock Harry apparently left her a note. Grabbing the small piece of paper and envelope her eyes scanned her brother's sloppy handwriting. He had decided to go off with their parents earlier leaving her with some money. They would be back later that evening. Deciding to go explore the town she threw off her sheets and slipped into a pair of clothes he picked out the day before. Tying her hair back into a ponytail and shoving everything she would need into her pockets she flew down the stairs and out of the door.
That was around an hour ago and all she had managed to do was get lost in the streets. Underestimating the size of the town was a huge mistake. A slight headache started to pound in her head as she felt her temperature start to rise. She didn't feel dehydrated but with each step it seemed like her vision got blurrier or was it that the sun got brighter? Hermione didn't know which one it was. The world felt like it was spinning, sending her spiraling down towards the ground in a heap. Hermione closed her eyes preparing for the impact of the ground. It never came, instead she felt a pair of slender arms catch her from falling. The scent of old books and coffee surrounded her, lulling her into a sense of security and comfort.
"Merde!" was the last thing she heard before darkness took over her.
Turning on her side Hermione felt the soft unfamiliar sheets shift under her. Opening her eyes she noticed that one, she was in a house that did not belong to her. Two, said owner of the house must have brought her here when she passed out and three, said owner had also changed her out of her jeans and shirt into a pair of shorts and a tank top. Her face was set aflame with the thought of the last point not at all comfortable with another person seeing her body. Sitting up she looked around the room and noticed a blond woman passed out on the couch across of her. Slipping out of the bed she walked over to the stranger.
Long perfectly straight strands of silvery blond hair flowed over her black sweater almost reaching the leg of her jeans. The woman's rosy cheeks and luscious lips contrasted against her pale complexion as well as the pair of thin framed glasses that she wore. An oddly intoxicating scent of old books and coffee drew Hermione to lean closer to the woman. Face hovering right above the other woman's neck she barely heard the near silent whimpering of the other woman. Without thinking Hermione started to stroke the side of her face in an attempt to comfort the woman. Suddenly her eyes snapped open revealing the deep blue pools that were hidden. Hermione couldn't bring herself to look away from her even though she knew it would be wiser to; it was as if she were in a trance. The woman looked at her with confusion and an emotion she couldn't quite point out.
"Qu'est-ce qui ne va pas?" Hermione asked awkwardly with slight hesitation as she pulled herself away from the other. Kneeling next to the armrest of the couch she awaited an answer.
"I am fine, merci. Zough I should be asking vou zat." She replied smiling graciously at Hermione, amusement flickering in her eyes.
"So you can speak English! Thank God, I'm afraid I don't know much French yet." Hermione exclaimed in relief. The blond chuckled at the other girl's relief finding it surprisingly adorable.
"I know some English I mus admit, Fleur Delacour at vour service. May I know vour name ma belle?" Fleur admitted pulling herself off the couch and onto her feet. Hermione blushed and stepped away from the girl as she stood up. Her heart wouldn't stop it's rapid beating that assisted the butterflies in her stomach to flutter around. Hermione blushed not used to having an attraction to another person let alone a woman who she had only met minutes before.
"Hermione Granger, thank you for saving me earlier Fleur. I don't know how to repay you for that." she answered back.
"Eet was my plezure to 'elp, vou don't owe me a zing, but I suppose eef vou are villing to spend vour vacation with me I wouzn't disagree. I get bored by myself." Fleur replied slyly with slight hesitation not knowing how Hermione would react to her suggestion. Hermione just smiled brightly at her before remembering what she had planned to do earlier that day.
"That would be lovely but would you happen to know where I could find some English literature in this town, a library or bookstore perhaps?"
"I am afraid zat vou vill not vind any in zis town but I have a vew of my own iv vou would like?" Fleur contemplated. She knew that over the years she had added a few books filled with English to her shelves.
"You have books in English?" Hermione was impressed by the knowledge her new friend knew.
"Oui, I've had to learn ze language vor school once. I vound vour stories quite interesting." The blond walked towards the wall length bookshelf and pointed out a few shelves full of English titles. Hermione let her eyes follow Fleur as she flittered around the large bedroom. Looking out the window she noticed the sun lowering itself beneath the horizon.
"Oh dear it's late! I have to go home Fleur, my parents are probably freaking out by now!" Hermione snapped to her feet taking out her phone hurriedly flipping it open dialing Harry's number.
"Stay with me." Fleur begged grabbing onto the brunette's free hand looking to her with pleading eyes stopping her from pressing call. The attraction the two shared was no secret. Pulling Hermione to eye level she filled kissed her with all the passion she had. Hermione felt tingles flow through her being igniting her with a comforting warmth. Making her forget everything but the woman embracing her.
Qu'est-ce qui ne va pas - What's wrong?