Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter in any way.

A/N: This story (surprise, surprise!) continues to contain femmeslash. This means two young women who are in love. If you have a problem with that - go get therapy. Seriously.

Hermione sat in her bed and tried not to cry. The last few days of summer had passed too quickly, and now she was alone in her dorm, wishing she could think about anything but Fleur.

Nothing had cheered her up. The train ride had been torture, the normally delicious Feast seemed dry and tasteless, and even her classes weren't holding her attention like they usually did.

The young Gryffindor just wanted to hold her girlfriend again. But Fleur was across the Channel, in the south of France, and she wouldn't be seeing her for three weeks.

"Hermione?" Parvati's voice woke her from her miserable thoughts.

"Oh, hi Parvati."

"You're not doing well," Parvati said bluntly. "Want to tell me why?"

"Not really," Hermione whispered.

Parvati sighed, and sat down next to her roommate.

"I wanted to give you the chance to tell me - but I can tell, you know."

"Tell what?"

"You had a boyfriend over the summer," Parvati's eyes twinkled. "You either broke up or you didn't, but you miss him like crazy."

"That's pretty much it." Hermione looked up at her, surprised. "We're still together, but…"

"But?"

"It's going to be long distance," she said glumly. "I don't know… if we're going to be able to do this."

"Where is he from?"

"France."

"Oooh!" Parvati squealed. "Does he have an accent?"

"Yes," Hermione admitted with a smile.

"Is it gorgeous?" Her fellow Gryffindor queried. "Is he gorgeous? Have you gotten far?"

"Yes, definitely, and… yes."

Parvati let out an excited whoop.

"That's so exciting! Wait - does that mean - have you gone… you know, all the way?"

"All the way?" Hermione murmured, unsure how to answer that question. "I - I guess."

"You guess? Girl, you either know or you don't." Parvati quirked up a knowing eyebrow. "Which is it?"

"Yeah," Hermione says softly, remembering holding her girlfriend down and possessing her completely, making Fleur lose her mind with pleasure… If that wasn't all the way, what could be?

"Oooh," Parvati sighed.

"If you'll excuse me," Hermione says, her eyes darkened as she remembers the last time they made love before Fleur had to return to France. "I'm going to… go to bed… a little early."

Parvati can't help but giggle.

"You have fun with that."

For three weeks, Hermione had flung herself into her work, and wrote Fleur four times a week.

But finally, on that much-anticipated Friday afternoon, Hermione was waiting in the Floo Office in Hogsmeade. Unlike Hermione, who still managed to fall out of fireplaces, now matter how many times she practiced flooing - Fleur Delacour stepped out elegantly.

Then she saw Hermione, and all dignity fled her.

"Fleur," Hermione gasped, and leapt forwards. Fleur wrapped her tightly in her arms, and only let go to pull her chin up and kiss her blazingly.

There is a time for soft, nuzzling kisses - for sweet, loving kisses - but right now this is what they need. Fleur pulls her in close and gives her a deep, dark, demanding kiss that makes Hermione lose all sense of anything and everything except Fleur.

"I missed you," Hermione says breathlessly when they part.

"And I you, mon ange," Fleur says warmly, but her gaze is a thousand degrees hotter than her smile, and Hermione experiences a crazy cold burn that shocks her system and has her leaning in again.

Fleur loves that she's taller than Hermione, and bends her backwards as she kisses her. Hermione doesn't complain - she feels like she's in a movie, and Fleur is her beautiful suitor, sweeping her off her feet and making passionate love to her with her mouth.

When Fleur releases her, Hermione is whimpering with need.

"I have a room," Hermione pants.

"Allons-ze," Fleur purrs, and drags Hermione out of the small building, leaving behind one ignored and stunned floo supervisor.

Hermione brings Fleur directly to their room, and right into bed.

They need to show each other just how they feel - so they do, gasping and crying and screaming their love for each other.

When they finally manage to leave the room, they stumble downstairs, giggling, and walk through Hogsmeade. Hermione shows Fleur all the shops, taking her along hand in hand. Everything is perfect, and feels like it could never end…

But it has to. Fleur leaves on Sunday morning - she does have schoolwork to do - but promises to return the next week.

Time passes, and Hermione memories are measured in kisses and whispers, in soft touches and promises, in letters and long, romantic walks.

When the Beauxbatons carriage is due to arrive at Hogwarts, Hermione is the first one outside, with Harry, Ron, and Ginny close behind her.

She watches the carriage land, and her heart leaps in her chest when she sees Fleur again.

Hermione bites her lip, telling herself to hold back, not just run forward - when Fleur turns.

The French girl beams, and walks towards the Hogwarts students, turning every interested head in her direction. Hermione is used to Fleur's appeal, and she really couldn't care less - after all, Fleur is hers.

Fleur grabs Hermione's hand and pulls her into her body, kissing her with every ounce of passion that she has - which is quite a lot, as Hermione knows.

It feels like mini-fireworks are going off where Fleur is touching her, and its amazing. Fleur has one hand fisted in Hermione's long, wild hair, and one arm wrapped around her back, fingertips darting gently down the length of her spine.

Hermione had once thought that she hated when people messed up her hair - but she loves when Fleur does it, because she knows Fleur can't help herself, that she wants this as much as Hermione does.

Fleur's mouth is hot as always, but particularly hard and unyielding today, as she lays claim to Hermione's mouth in front of all of Hogwarts and the Beauxbatons delegation. She marks Hermione by biting sharply at her lower lip, then licking it gently to take away the sting - before doing the same to her sensitive neck.

Hermione keens quietly, and goes weak at the knees as Fleur growls into her soft skin. She's so thankful that right now, Fleur is holding her up, because even though its barely been a minute, Hermione is so desperate for more, she can only focus on kissing back, and not on making sure she can stand up.

When Fleur has released her, and Hermione can look around - she sees that her schoolmates are staring at them, some in shock, others in confusion, and quite a few in excitement.

Harry and the Weasleys are just grinning at them. Ginny gives a loud wolf-whistle to break the silence, and Hermione giggles - Fleur follows her, at least until Hermione goes back in for another kiss - its been a week, and anyway, they may as well give them something to look at.

Fleur leads Hermione over to Madame Maxime.

"Permettez-moi de vous présenter Hermione Granger," Fleur says proudly.

Madame Maxime peers down at Hermione, who (on a good day) comes up to her belly button.

"Ze Hermione I 'ave 'eard so much about?"

"Oui, Madame."

"Enchantee, Madame," Hermione says as she curtsies.

"Enchantee," Madame Maxime nods down at her. "You will want to stay with her?"

"If you please," Fleur said respectfully.

"I shall allow it," Madame Maxime said, and smiles at Hermione. "Young love keeps us all… 'opeful, I tink is the word."