(A/N: Okay well here's chapter 2. After every review told me to continue, I figured why not and here is the result. Again thanks go out to my Beta and every one who reviewed the first chapter.)

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(Fleur's POV)

The café disappeared from sight as we walked away down the busy sidewalk. Our bodies were close, but hardly close enough, though every few minutes our arms or hands would brush against the other sending a burning and tingling sensation up my arm.

I glanced over at the girl beside me. She looked to be in the same dilemma as me. Her face is contorted, resembling deep in thought.

A silent battle was fighting within me as I remember the encounter in the café.

How could I just blurt all that out?! I practically told her I loved her! But do I? I thought I did. But I know nothing about her. Then why do I have a feeling that she's the one I'm meant to be with? Was it Fate's doing that brought Beauxbatons to Hogwarts? Was it Destiny that she happened to step into this café, the one I've been going to for years? Do I even believe in Fate and Destiny?

I wasn't talking. But then again neither was she. I think we're supposed to talk, though I couldn't figure out what to say to her. Would a simple question about her life suffice?

I decided to break the silence after a while. "So, 'Ermione, what brings you 'ere to France?" I questioned. She looked up at me before replying. The sun shone brightly upon her hair, giving the brunette coloring a dazzling sparkle.

"My parents and I are on a vacation. We're here for about two more weeks before we go back home and I go and spend the rest of my holiday with the Weasley's," she said.

"Oh." I didn't know what else to say. I gave her a small smile and almost immediately our walk became silent again, leaving me to my thoughts.

She seemed so surprised to see it was me today. She's only been staring at me for the past three or four. Oh yes, I noticed.

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Her figure stepped into the café that first morning. She was with two people that looked to be her parents. Gazing over the top of my book, I saw the three take the table next to mine. She was as beautiful as I remember, though her facial features had matured giving her an older look. Her thick brunette hair wasn't as unruly as it had been back during the Triwizard Tournament, but it still held some of its bushy-ness. I quickly averted my eyes back down to my book as she spun around slowly taking in the shop before her, her eyes settled on me.

Just looking at her brought back memories of the Tournament, and I couldn't help but think about what she and I went through. Technically that was nothing, but there was still the first task. I felt really bad for what I did then, but it was the only thing I could do. Thankfully, I don't think she recognized me…yet.

I hid my face so she couldn't see me, so she couldn't see my face and recognize me. I was careful to take a small sip of my coffee every few minutes so I didn't attract attention to myself. I didn't know if she still thought I hated her or not, which I never actually did.

She watched me for what felt like hours. I was so tempted to look up, for our eyes to meet. But every time I tried, my conscience willed me to keep my eyes on my book and only on my book. However, by the time I actually looked back up, all I saw was her retreating form. She didn't look back once, and my heart broke again knowing I would never see her again after this.

I was just taking my first sip of my coffee the next day when she walked into the café again. She was not with her parents. Why is she here, again? I swear she's doing this just to torture me. Well, somewhat since she doesn't really know it's me. But then again, if she knew it was me…the thought left my head as she sat in the same seat from the day before. The waiter came over moments later and took her order.

I buried my face in my book once again, pretending it was the most interesting thing in the world. Of course that wasn't true. On the contrary, it happened to be the girl sitting at the next table.

What I didn't know at that time was that she would be coming back to the café every day. And that was no understatement.

The first few minutes when I was in the café before her, I would actually be engrossed in my book, but by my first or second sip she'd be there and the interest of the book in my hands dwindled. And every day she seemed content to just look at me. I'm still exceedingly surprised she hasn't figured out who the person is that she's been staring at. But then again, my book is almost always in front of my face.

I wasn't quite surprised when I saw she had brought her own books one day. Trust me when I say those were not small books either. Always the overachiever she is, even on a vacation. I rolled my eyes, watching her with a slight smile lingering on my face. This was the first good look I've been able to get of her since she walked in the first day.

What was surprising though was the fact that she couldn't seem to concentrate. I mean it is Hermione we are talking about. My chair was turned slightly so I would be able to watch her out of the corner of my eye, without her noticing.

The weeks kept passing, and I had finally made up my mind that today would be the day I "forgot" my book. I was three sips into my coffee when she arrived. She had yet to notice I had no book. She got to her seat. I always found it extremely cute that when she went to pull the chair out, she'd always bend her head down. Half way through lifting her head up, she visibly stiffen. Might she have noticed now?

I was staring at her when she looked up. Our eyes connected sending sparks up my spine. Her brown eyes were anything but dull. They held life, and they were deep. I could feel myself almost drowning in them.

I didn't mean to, but a whisper escaped my lips, I just couldn't hold it in. "'Ermione?" Of course I knew it was her, but did she know I knew. I could tell her mind was registering what I said. My guess was she was figuring out who I was. How she heard me, though, is beyond me; I barely heard me.

"F-fleur?" she whispered. She knows me.

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I was pulled out of my thoughts when her voice drifted through my ears. "Where are we going?" she asked.

I smiled before I answered. "I am taking you to a place where we can just talk. It is a very secluded place, though it is in ze middle of ze park. It's not far now." She nodded and our walk became silent again. I looked down at her face. I couldn't place it but she seemed troubled or uncomfortable maybe. I tried not to notice, but I couldn't help it. The space between us seemed to be expanding. I could no longer feel her hand brush up against mine; the heat disappearing with her.

Why the hell is she pulling away? She seemed to like my presence before! But now, this is just ridiculous! If she's going to be like this I might as well just leave her here. I could easily slip away. Am I the sort of person who would do that though? I shook my head, blocking those thoughts. I'm not that person I used to be. That changed a while ago. We arrived to the park minutes later. She was now following slightly behind me.

I walked through the small clump of trees in the middle of the park and came upon the clearing. The trees formed a sort of circle around one patch of grass. It was dark, but still bright enough to see during even the cloudiest day. In the middle, the leaves, from the branches on the trees, formed a fairly medium-ish sized window, that let just the right amount of sunshine through on the brightest day, but it didn't allow the sun to enter. The dark night sky was also a sight to see in here. It was the perfect place to get away and the best thing about it was that no one but me seems to know about it, except now Hermione knows.

I didn't use magic on this place; it was just naturally beautiful. Although, with a simple charm, I was able to keep the bugs out.

I turned around to see Hermione's reaction. Her eyes were wide. She was slowly rotating her body to take in everything around her. There wasn't much here but there was still something about this place that made it extraordinary. Her mouth hung slightly open; it was rather cute mixed with her astounded look.

I sat down in the middle directly below the window. I stretched out my legs and propped myself up by placing my hands behind me. Hermione was still admiring the place. "'Ermione," I called out, "come sit wiz me." I patted the grass next to me, indicating her to sit down.

Hermione stopped and looked at me, probably wondering if she should or not. Thankfully, she slowly made her way over to me. In one motion, her body was down on the ground. I crossed my legs together, just as she had done. She had set quite a distance between us. We were facing each other though, our eyes locked together. A coy smile made its way onto my face and she smiled back.

"So."

"So," she repeated. "How did you find this place?" She was obviously still pretty amazed by the spot.

I shrugged my shoulders. "I was upset one day, so I went for a walk in zis park. Somezing willed me to go into ze clump of trees 'ere and I just found zis place. It's beautiful isn't it?"

"It is," she agreed. "How many people know about it?"

"Only you and I, as far as I know," I replied. The smile growing on her face gave away her thrill of being one of the only people who knew. "And to make it stay zat way…" I rose from my seat and walked over to the outer rim. I retrieved my wand from inside my jacket and I muttered a quick spell. No one would notice it, even if they did walk into the small forest.

I walked back over to where I had just gotten up and sat back down, placing my wand beside me. A triumphant smile plastered on my face.

"What spell did you use?" she asked. I can't say I wasn't expecting that.

"I've been playing around wiz ze Fidelus charm lately, and managed to find a way to hide zis place from everyone." I was quite proud of myself when I noticed the look of amazement on Hermione's face again. Her face is so not surprising.

"So I guess you could say that this is our spot then?" she said. I nodded my head

"Oui, our spot," I agreed.

"Why'd you show me?" There was suspicion in her voice. It's almost like she thought I brought her here to rape her or something. I would never do that by the way. I noticed she was still fairly tense. "I mean, I'm nothing special-" I quickly cut her off before she could say anything more. Not special? Really?

"Not special!?" I questioned. "'Ow can you say you're not special?"

"I don't know. I just…I've only really had one boyfriend and that was Viktor." I've never particularly liked hearing his name since the Tournament, and now is no different considering the situation. "He never really expressed his feelings for me. When we were together at Hogwarts, I would usually be studying or reading. He would always just watch me. In fact, we hardly spoke. I'd always hoped that Ron would finally come to his senses soon and tell me the one thing I've wanted to hear…" She cut off. Her face was saying she really didn't like talking about this. "I've never showed this side of me before," she whispered lightly.

"What side?" I questioned. I scooted closer to her and took both of her hands in mine.

"My vulnerable side, my weak side." Her voice was drowning in a pool of emotion. I could clearly tell she never liked talking about her feelings. I was about to console her, but she spoke again before I could get any words out. "My books were my hiding place. I've always loved books and everyone knew it, so it was easy to just mask my emotions in them and my studies. When everyone saw me study more, practice more they said nothing about it. It was the easiest route I could find that no one would question. And no one did."

She stopped talking so I took that as my cue.

"I zink you are special," my voice was just above a whisper, "I zink you are beautiful." I let go of her hands and brushed one of mine against her cheek, rubbing up and down, caressing it. Her skin was unbelievably soft. "I zink you are amazing, I zink-" Hermione's hand suddenly covered my mouth. There was a smile on her face, but confusion in her eyes.

"Stop," she was now whispering too. She pulled her hand away from my mouth. I could taste her fragrance on my lips. "Just stop." Her smile had disappeared. I kept my hand on her face. My thumb slowly traced a small circle. She leaned into my touch. "I can't take you saying those things to me. It makes me…" She abruptly broke off from her sentence. Harshly, she swatted away my hand

"Makes you, what?"

She took a long pause. "Makes me want to kiss you…to…to love you." Her face was buried in her hands. She was noticeably confused by all of this. I've already practically expressed my love for her, I've taken her to a place I've never told anyone about before and I was letting everything I felt for her leak out of me by telling her what I think of her.

"What's so bad about loving me?" I couldn't understand it. I had fallen for this girl without even meeting her. I brought her out here.

"Nothing," she replied quickly. "Absolutely nothing. But I can't. I know my parents and they wouldn't care for having their only daughter fall in love with another girl." Her face was still hidden. Sliding my hand under her chin I lifted it up so I could stare into her eyes. She didn't pull away and I took that as a good sign. I've always been able to read people from looking into their eyes and Hermione was no different. I needed to see that one emotion.

There were many things floating through her eyes. Disappointment, confusion, shame, fear and the one I needed to see most, love. I couldn't tell if it were for me or her parents or maybe someone else, but that emotion was the reassurance I needed to comfort her. "Who cares what zey zink? What matters is what you zink." I took a brief pause, thinking over if I should really ask the question haunting my thoughts. "Do you love me?" I could tell my voice was full of hope.

"I…I don't know." I withdrew my hand from under her chin quickly. Except just as quickly she pulled my hand back in her own. "I've never felt like this before. No one does to me what you do to me." She then placed her free hand on my cheek. I added mine to hers a second later.

"What do I do to you?" I murmured.

"You make my insides flip. You make my whole body tingle at your touch." She caressed the hand she was holding. "When I see you I automatically imagine the feel of your lips on mine-"

"Zen kiss me." I cut her off, her confession becoming too much.

"What?"

"Kiss me," I repeated. She looked at me for a good minute before she slowly started to lean in. Our lips were centimeters apart when she jumped up violently. She pulled her hands away and searched around in her coat pocket. Out she pulled a plastic looking device. I looked at it with an odd expression.

"Cell phone, a muggle device. It helps me keep in touch with my parents," she explained. She flipped open the phone, and looked at it for quite a while before frowning. "I have to go, my parents are wondering where I am. We were supposed to go somewhere today. I don't know, but I'm sorry Fleur." She quickly stood up she looked around for a moment before finding the path we entered by. She was leaving quickly, I had to say something.

"'Ermione, wait," I called over to her. She turned around. "Meet me 'ere later tonight, ma Cherie? Before dark preferably so you can see where you're going." She smiled before nodding.

"How does six-thirty sound?"

"Six-zerty sounds wonderful." The smile was still on her face as she nodded her head in agreement. I gave her a quick smile before she turned around and walked away out of the circle.

We were so close! I smiled again and made my way out of the clearing, no, our spot.

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(A/N: Oh, so so close. Thoughts?)