A/N Thank you for the reviews! I'm sorry I hardly update but it's hard with classes and all. Also, I realize Umbridge came in during their 5th year, but just for the sake of the fic not being super creepy I made it the 6th year so Hermione could be a little older.
Fleur woke up a bit earlier than usual for her first day of classes. She wanted to make sure she looked good in case she ran into that beautiful brunette. Fleur wasn't sure why, but since they made eye contact at dinner, she hasn't been able to get the Gryffindor off her mind.
She wanted to know everything about her. Every last detail about her life. She wanted to know her hopes and dreams and fears and what made her happy.. She wanted to make her happy.
Fleur had had multiple crushes, boyfriends, girlfriends, sexual partners, etc.. But she had never felt anything quite like this. It was as if her whole world started to revolve around this girl whose name she didn't even know!
Fleur made her way up to the prefect's bathroom and took a thorough bath, making sure her hair and skin smelt like honey and vanilla, and that her legs were completely shaven. She stepped out of the bath (which was really large enough to be a swimming pool), and with a quick flick of her wand she was completely dry.
Fleur put on her favorite black lace bra, and the underwear to match. She always felt slightly more confident when her undergarments matched.
She had found that uniform skirt that fit her a bit more snug than the others, and threw on a white blouse and the Slytherin green and black tie. She put on her black stockings and sensible shoes. The stockings went just above her knees, but Fleur's long legs made it so a lot of skin still showed.
Her complexion was flawless, so much make up was redundant. Fleur applied some pink lip stick to her full lips, and a bit of eye liner to her piercing blue eyes. She looked like she had just fallen out of a magazine.
The halls of Hogwarts were mad. Well, they were nearly always hectic, but it being the first day made things even more hectic. Students (particularly the first years) were running about in various directions, desperate to be on time to their first class. Fleur smoothly maneuvered through the crowded halls towards her first class of the day: Defense Against the Dark Arts.
Fleur made her way up the winding staircase leading to the DADA classroom and entered through the door. The room looked much different than it had the preceding years. No creatures occupied the corners, no posters of famous witches and wizards hung on the walls, no spell books were scattered across the desks... the classroom looked oddly plain for such an enticing subject.
Defense Against the Dark Arts was Fleur's favorite subject, and the one she excelled in the most. She was a gifted dueler, never having lost a challenge yet. Even though she was at the top of her class she yearned to learn more.
Other 7th year Slytherin and Gryffindor students started to enter the classroom. Fleur quickly made her way across the room in order to secure a seat right at the front.. Right before sitting down she remembered who exactly would be her teacher. Maybe the second or third row wouldn't be so bad. Fleur sat next to a dark haired, grey eyed girl who was also a Slytherin in the third row from the front. Fleur thought her name might be Lauren but she wasn't too sure. She'd find out soon enough.
Right as Fleur sat down to the dark haired girl, her ears immediately turned a deep red. The fact that Fleur Delacour was in such a close proximity (by choice) was a lot for anyone to handle. Fleur gave her a small smile which was immediately returned with one twice as big.
The remainder of the students piled in moments before the tardy bell rang. Class had begun.
The mousy haired woman, who was again dressed in all pink, emerged from her office just above the classroom.
Fleur was immediately annoyed. Something about this woman just irked her. She looked down at her desk and raised an eyebrow. "Basics for Beginners" read the title of the textbook on her desk. I guess she thought she had first years this period.
Fleur looked up and realized that Umbridge had been talking. She was glad she could block out the sickly sweet voice out so easily.
"Please turn to page one in your textbooks" said Umbridge.
Fleur raised her hand. "Turn to page one, in these textbooks?" she asked indicating the book on her desk.
"Why yes Ms. Delacour. No other textbook would be appropriate to use in a classroom now would it?" replied the toad like woman with a girlish chuckle.. well it was more of a squeak really.
"There is nothing in these books about using defensive spells? This is the most advance Defense Against the Dark Arts class offered at this school. We should really be using some more adva-"
"Enough." Cut Umbridge, "now turn to page one. You will read the first three chapters and turn in a 700 word essay in response by the end of class."
Fleur opened her mouth to speak.. "No more questions. Now off to work" she said with another incredibly agitating squeak.
Fleur scowled (as did the rest of the class) and proceeded to do the whole of her assignment with the scowl plain on her face. This woman is going to be an issue.
At the end of the period Fleur rushed out as quickly as possible, not wanting to be in Umbridge's presence for another moment.
She looked down at her schedule and saw that she had Ancient Runes next period. Ancient Runes wasn't particularly Fleur's favorite class.. It lacked action and excitement and quick thinking, things Fleur enjoyed. However this didn't mean that Fleur didn't excel at the boring subject.
She made her way through the hallways. Fleur took note of the couples holding hands, the friends laughing in the corridors, the students playing wizard's chess in the courtyard.
But something rather unsettling hit her; she was so alone.. Apart from Luna and occasionally some of the other prefects, she really didn't talk to anyone at school. She felt a great emptiness forming in her chest. She always had her walls built so strongly around her. Why did she suddenly want to take them down?
Her thoughts lingered to the hazel eyed Gryffindor.. She longed to befriend her. To be able to tell her her secrets, to have inside jokes. All the cheesy things she was usually opposed to. Thoughts of all the various dates and activities she wanted to do with the brunette occupied her mind until she got to Professor Babble's classroom.
Her busy mind had apparently slowed her down on the way there; she was the last one to arrive. She looked around the room trying to find an empty seat. Her eyes fell on one at the end of the classroom right next to a.. girl with rather bushy brown hair..
Her breath hitched. She could hear her heart beating in her ears. Blood rushed to her face..
It's her..
Fleur took a deep breath and made her way up to the front of the class. As she walked up the isle she could feel people turning their heads to get a look at her. One boy from Hufflepuff even whistled. After what seemed like a lifetime she was there. Hermione was looking off in the other direction talking to a Ravenclaw boy about how excited she was to be taking a 7th year class as a 6th year.
Shit what should I do. Should I ask her if I can sit here? I mean really would she say no.. there's nowhere else I could sit. Maybe I should just sit down. Adfsidhfoaisjf holy gods Fleur just be. cool.
Fleur pulled the chair out from under the desk and took a seat, her heart still racing. Hermione noticed someone had sat next to her and she turned to see who.
The two locked eyes. Hermione immediately started blushing.
"Uhm, do you mind if I sit here?" asked Fleur with an embarrassed smile.
"W-well there really is nowhere else you could sit.." replied Hermione with a shy grin a shaky laugh.
Fleur laughed nervously and turned to face the front of the room. Wow she probably thinks I'm such a loser..
Wow she's so much prettier up close! Gods Hermione stop blushing she's gonna think you're a freak!
Professor Babble entered the classroom. He said something about how challenging this course would be and how beneficial it could be to learn how to translate ancient runes, but neither Fleur or Hermione were really listening. He gave the class a simple Egyptian charm scroll to translate, just to brush off dust. He went away to his office to allow the class to work.
The sound of quills on parchment filled the class room. Hermione was already halfway done which Fleur thought was rather cute. Fleur accidentally started staring at the younger girl and didn't notice until she did..
"Uhm, can I help you with something?" asked Hermione, curious as to why the blonde kept looking at her.
"Oh." said Fleur, snapping out of her trance. She could feel her face heat up. "Erm no.. I just. Uhm. I'm Fleur. Fleur Delacour." she said, offering Hermione her hand.
Hermione took her hand into her own and gave it a gentle shake. "I'm Hermione Granger."
Hermione Granger of course! The brightest witch of the century how could she have not known this?!
"It's very nice to meet you, Hermione." replied Fleur gathering some more composure, offering Hermione a charming smile.
The gesture made Hermione smile wide and look back down at her work. "Yeah, same to you".