Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter - and even more sadly, I do not own Hermione Granger.

A/N: This part is set during the World Cup depicted in Goblet of Fire.

Chapter 4

"Beauxbatons, your school - its in Southern France, correct?" Arthur asked, before taking a bite of pain du chocolat.

"Oui, close to Marseilles."

"What are you guys going to do when school starts then? You'll be hundreds of miles apart," Ron pointed out.

Hermione bit her lip, and Fleur raised her head high and broke the uncomfortable silence.

"It will take more than distance to get rid of me."

She squeezed Hermione's hand, and everyone smiled. Hermione's smile, however, was rather forced.

What would happen when the summer ended? That was something Hermione and Fleur had been dancing around for months, avoiding talking about. Now, with only a week until Hogwarts started up - Hermione had been brooding about the possibilities for a while now.

Half an hour later, breakfast was done, and Arthur thanked the Delacours, who he had gotten along with quite famously. With hugs for Hermione, and the promise to find each other after the game and chat - the Weasleys, Harry, and Luna all left.

Hermione stood in Fleur's room, staring at the wall as Fleur began to pack a bag to take to the match.

"Ron's right - when will we see each other again?" Hermione asked, her voice stiff.

"You will see me again!" Fleur promised.

"Not it might not be for months - you'll find someone else," Hermione expressed her fears.

"'ave you not been listening to me?" Fleur's eyes flashed. "I do not want anybody but you."

"That's what you say now," the younger girl closed her eyes. "But -"

"Perhaps I 'ave not expressed myself properly," Fleur took Hermione's hands in her own, even as Hermione tried to step away, and found herself against the wall.

"I love you, Hermione Granger. I do not love lightly, or often. I can see this - us - lasting for a long time - as long as you'll have me."

Hermione's heart thudded, and her mind whirled, overwhelmed by what Fleur was sharing with her.

"I love you too," Hermione pleaded, tears falling down her cheeks.

Fleur leaned down and kissed the tears as they fell, wiping them away with her lips.

"I was going to tell you tonight - but I did not know until Mama told me this morning," Fleur whispered. "You will be seeing a lot of me this year, mon ange. I plan to study abroad at Hogwarts."

Hermione's heart soared.

"I - didn't know that was possible."

"Hogwarts has had a ban on study abroad for over a hundred years, it is true," Fleur explained softly. "But this year, it will be the host to the TriWizard Tournament - and I will be applying to represent Beauxbatons in this competition. Thirty students will be selected, and as I am the top student in two of my classes… I have no doubt I will be selected to come to Hogwarts."

"I'll have you for the entire year," Hermione could scarcely believe it.

"Believe it," Fleur smiled, understanding how Hermione was feeling. "I will be entirely yours."

Fighting a sob of relief, Hermione reached out and pulled Fleur into a kiss - passionate, wet, and entirely overwhelming.

"When does the game start?"

"Two hours," Fleur gasped, as Hermione began to nibble along her neck.

"Plenty of time…" The brunette smiled darkly.

Fleur shivered, knowing it was her own fault for helping Hermione step out of her shell. It hadn't taken Fleur long to discover that Hermione the (formerly) innocent was a possessive, dominant lover - and ten times as bossy in bed as she was ordinarily.

"Now strip." Hermione pushed Fleur towards the bed, her eyes glittering.

"Gladly," Fleur moaned, and obeyed.

"Thank you," Hermione said again, smiling at Apolline before looking around through her brand new Omnioculars. "They're like binoculars, but they can act like a video camera too…"

Fleur smiled at her girlfriend, who was as bright and curious as ever. She doubted anyone ever suspected that Hermione had a hidden dominatrix streak.

Hermione looked luminescent in a light purple blouse and jean shorts. They had run into several of Hermione's schoolmates earlier, and Fleur had been irritated at the way they had stared at Hermione. Had it really taken this long for everyone else to notice her angel's beauty?

Fleur had noticed it right away, she remembered happily. She had not hesitated to make the first move - and had never regretted it.

"It's so beautiful," Hermione gasped, using the omnioculars to look all over the stadium.

"Yes," Fleur sighed, her gaze dancing across Hermione's features - from her warm brown eyes, to her rosy lips, swollen from kissing - Fleur wanted her again, just looking at her.

Being part-veela had taught Fleur to expect everyone to fall in lust with her, and to pridefully doubt they deserved her, in her great beauty and knowledge - but it wasn't until she met Hermione that Fleur ever doubted that she deserved someone else. She had been humbled by Hermione's kindness, her strength, her wit, her ambition, and of course her beauty.

Hermione set down the omnioculars.

"What?" She blinked, wondering why Fleur was looking at her so intently. "Do I have something on my face?"

"Not yet," Fleur's eyes twinkled, and then she was darting in to suck Hermione's bottom lip into her mouth, biting lightly and carefully leaving Hermione's lips wet and more swollen than ever when she pulled away a minute later.

"Oh, you're going to pay for that," Hermione murmured breathily, her breathing uneven.

"Please wait 'til later," Gabrielle giggled from Fleur's other side.

Fleur just smiled at her sister, unembarrassed.

"Ron!" Harry said in shock. "That's - that's private."

"I dunno, they did it in public," Ron said smugly, rewinding to watch Fleur and Hermione kiss again.

"She's our best friend," Harry protested.

"Just take a look," Ron told him.

"I'll look!" Ginny said brightly. Ron looked at her, shocked enough to allow Ginny to pluck the omnioculars out of his hands.

Ginny slowly put her eyes up - and deleted the recording.

"Hey!" Ron protested. "That was -"

"None of your business, spying on them," Ginny rolled her eyes. "Get a girlfriend, Ron."