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The blonde seemed a bit startled to find someone so far back in the library, she stopped at the corner of the shelf and placed her right hand on the side as if to steady herself. "Of course it's her" Hermione thought with some annoyance while she pretended to be interested in her charms textbook. She still wasn't sure how she felt about this girl. A moment later she looked up and the French girl spoke, "Excuze me, do you know where ze ancient runes zection iz? I keep getting lost in thiz library and ze lady at the front haz left for ze lunch hour."
Hermione was trying to take it all in and clam herself down in the process. Her English was nearly perfect considering she probably grew up speaking French and learned English while away at school. Secondly, Runes was not a very popular class as it was dreadfully complicated and sometimes mundane. Lastly, the French girl had just passed the Runes section about 20 meters back towards the front of the library.
Hermione glanced at her watch, surprised that it was already past noon and nodded to the girl. "Ye-yes it's just back the way you came." She gathered her items from the small table to her left and summoned some much needed Gryffindor courage, I-I'll show you… I was just going to head out any-anyways for lunch."
"Mercie, mercie. I 'ave been wondering around zis place all morning."
With her things gathered, the blonde stepped to the right and allowed the brunette to pass. Hermione caught a whiff of lavender and fresh cotton as she passed. The scent was intoxicating to say the least. They walked towards the section the French girl missed earlier and as they neared Hermione asked "W-what title were you looking for?" Any other student she would have merely given them directions and gone back to what she was doing. But today she felt compelled keep the company of this girl if only for a few moments longer.
She pulled a small slip of paper from the back pocket of her perfectly tailored jeans and unfolded it. "I waz hoping 'Ogwarts 'ad copies of Spellman's Syllabary by Spellman and Advanced Rune Translation by Yuri Blishen." Hermione scanned the shelves and quickly pulled the copy of Spellman's Syllabary, however she couldn't find Advanced Rune Translation. "Well" she said handing the French girl one of the two books she was looking for, "Advanced Rune Translation seems to be checked out, some students choose to borrow the book before they decide if they want to the keep the class on their schedule. Especially with Ancient Runes that is the smart choice. Loads of students dropped it last term because of the coursework. You can send an owl to Flourish and Blotts and you should have your own copy by the end of next week or you can ask Madame Prince to hold a copy for you when it is returned. She may seem a little cold and mean so just ask nicely and always return the books in good shape and on time." Hermione blushed a little when she realized she had been rambling on. The French girl smiled and tucked the book under her arm. "You can always borrow my copy till you have your own." Hermione undid the claps on her bag and pulled out her copy. The blonde opened it to the inside cover where it read: Property of Hermione J. Granger. Nervously Hermione continued "I don't have Runes till Thursday afternoon and I've already read the new few chapters, so you're welcome to keep it untill then." If only the boys could hear this conversation, they'd be shocked that Hermione was letting someone borrow on of her beloved books especially someone that she hardly knew. Slowly Hermione's nerves were beginning to settle the more she talked to the French girl, "Maybe" she thought, "this is all in my head."
A questioning voice interrupted her thoughts ""Ow are you taking zuch an advanced class … you muzt only be in your 4th or 5th year?" I zon't mean to be rude, but this iz mostly 6th and 7th year material."
"N-no you're not being rude and I am in my 4th year. My head of house, Pro-Professor Mcgonagall wrote me over the summer once term grades came out and she lent me a few books so I would be prepared for a more advanced class this term. I wasn't even sure if I passed last term…"
"Thank you Mz. Granger" she said while motioning to the two books in her hands "you 'ave been more zan helpful." Again she smiled and again Hermione blushed.
"You're welcome and you can call me Hermione." she replied with a soft smile. The blonde turned the name over in her head, it was a good English name. But most of all she liked the way it sounded coming from the younger girl.
There was something about this girl that made Hermione want to know more. "I'm sorry I … I didn't catch your name."
Now it was the blonde's turn the blush, "I'm sorry mon petit, my name iz Fleur… Fleur Delacour." Even with Hermione's limited knowledge of French (her parents took her there on holiday a few summers ago and again for Christmas last year) she knew the Fleur was French for flower. "How fitting," she thought. And with that the blonde's stomach let out a low rumble. Somewhat startled Hermione looked at her watch, "we'd better make it to the hall soon before lunch is over." Fleur laughed "Yes it zeems we 'ave lost track of time. Will you walk with me? It took me five wrong turns to find ze library this morning."
"S-Sure," Hermione welcomed the chance to show Fleur back to the Hall. With that the two exited the almost empty library.