Hi everyone ! Sorry for the delay. I'll try to be quickier next time. Sorry too for the many mistakes. I'm not a native English speaker so please forgive me and tell me when I'm wrong. (Well obviously I learned English at school and university, but it's never the same !) I was dreading to read really bad reviews, but now I'm looking forward to reading more opinions and critics. So please review if you feel like it ! Thanks for reading.

A kiss to all of you.

Ogis.

Disclaimer : I don't own anything but my imagination.

Fleur was pacing in her flat. It was about quarter past nine and Hermione will arrive in a ridiculously small bunch of minutes. Merlin, she was nervous ! She shouldn't be so nervous. She usually never was. With no one. She wasn't with famous witches or wizards. She wasn't when she started to go out with Bill. Even during her wedding day she wasn't !

"What's going on with me ?" She told herself. "Come on, it's only Hermione !"

But that was the problem and she knew it. She was so surprised of the warm welcome she received from the younger girl a few months ago. She thought that Hermione disliked her. The last time she saw her before working in the ministry was for Fred's funeral. And before that they were quite distant with each other, to say the least. The closest they were was at Shell Cottage, but it was not a great time to make friends. But now, everything was so different. She learned to know the real Hermione. She was caring, funny, hard working, smart (hell she was smart !!!), brave, passionate and beautiful... very beautiful. She was definitely not the young fifteen year-old girl she met during the triwizard tournament any more. She was a woman with nice curves and a face so sweet that it was hard to believe she happened to be in the very middle of a war only a couple of years ago. Fleur couldn't even imagine why such a wonderful person was still single. Not that she was upset about it ; in fact she was quite glad that the English girl was still a heart to take.

Fleur sighed. She was falling for Hermione. How could she not ? However, she never fell in love before, so she didn't know exactly what her feelings meant. Was it love ? Or only a strong physical attraction ? She was so deep in thought that she didn't hear the knock on the door.

Hermione knocked again, a little louder this time. She was very excited by this week-end. She was really looking forward to know more about Fleur. She wasn't at all like she imagined when she met her. She was very clever, kind, so eager to learn about nearly everything, conscious about her own limits, daring, proud, fond of her family, loyal, gorgeous and sexy as hell. Hermione was very attracted to the girl, she admitted that to herself, but who would not be ? The only little problem now was that she knew her much better. And that combination of this stunning body and beautiful mind was making her own self drowning in such strong feelings that she couldn't even start to understand their meanings.

At that very moment the door opened.

"Hi, Hermione !" said Fleur jovially before hugging the younger girl.

"Hi, Fleur !" responded Hermione happily.

The two girls stepped in the flat. It was a quite small flat with a kitchen, a living room, a bathroom, a toilet, and a small bedroom. It was at the same time sophisticated and cosy. Hermione liked it very much. It reminded her of Fleur actually.

"Do you want some tea ?" Asked the French girl

"With pleasure" was the answer.

And, sitting on the couch, with a cup of tea warming their hands, they started chatting animatedly. After some time, the discussion became just a little more intimate.

"So what happened with Ron ?" Fleur was quite curious about it.

"well..." Hermione didn't know how to say it, nor how much she could say. "We really liked each other, you know. But, now when I think about it, I don't believe that it has anything to do with love." She looked a bit uneasy, and the older girl couldn't help to be even more curious. "And he was always so unsure of himself. He always felt inferior about so many things ; I don't know why. I tried to make him feel better, but it didn't work. And..." Her cheeks started to be flushed at that point, "he always looked at other girls at the end, and I can't say that I found it nice..." Fleur raised her eyebrows in surprise and opened her mouth to speak, but before she could say anything Hermione added in a whisper : "But I think it was because of our sex life."

Silence.

"What ? What do you mean ? You 'ad a bad sex life ?" Asked the blond witch completly flabbergasted. The other girl's face was now much redder.

"Well, it was apparently not so bad for him. It was I who was the problem. I never liked it very much, and even if I tried to hide it, he finally realised that something was wrong. It didn't help his self-esteem." She shigh and had tears in her eyes by now.

"Oh, Hermione, I'm so sorry. Don't cry. I'm stupid, I shouldn't 'ave asked. It was none of my business"

"It's okay. You didn't force me or anything. I'm glad that I can finally say it to someone. It's just that it's not easy. I'm so scared. What if I am a frigid woman that would never be satisfied nor be able to please her partner ?" And with that she started to cry. Fleur held her tight and with a loud and scandalised voice she said :

"That's highly impossible !" She could hear a chuckle between the sobs. Then Hermione slowly stopped crying.

"Thanks, but you don't know that" she said finally pushing apart from Fleur.

"Of course I do" Both girl went crimson at the implication of that sentence. "I mean... well... Oh, come on Hermione, you are ze most passionate girl I know ! He was just not the one for you zat's all. I'm sure that when you'll be with the good one you'll be hotter that hell !" Both laughed, but were very red in the face.

"Thank you so much. That was a really...um... well, sweet thing to say" And they laughed again.

After they both calmed down, Hermione sighed and spoke again.

"Actually, that is the reason why I wanted some advice about clothes" she said quietly. Fleur raised her eyebrows waiting for her to go on. "I mean, I need to find out if the problem was just my relationship with Ron or if it was all because of me in a way or another."

"And how do you plan to find out ?"

Hermione blushed ; again.

"Well, I wanted to go out with someone else, but I definitly don't know how to flirt or anything and I don't really have many fancy clothes." She looked down at her hands and added "For once, I would like to feel sexy and desirable, even a little pretty would be great !"

At that last comment Fleur couldn't help herself and burst out laughing. "How could you think you can be prettier ?" she said.

She couldn't believe her ears. How that wonderful and beautiful girl in front of her could think that she wasn't even pretty ? Hermione, on the other hand, was in shock. It had already been hard enough to say it, but she never expected her friend to laugh at her ; because she thought that it was what Fleur was doing. So she lifted her eyes up to the French girl and stared angrily at her.

"Not everyone can be stunningly gorgeous like you" she spat, "It's not a reason to laugh at me"

That shut Fleur up who instantly stopped laughing. Then she spoke again, looking at the younger girl, a surprised expression on her face. "That's not what I meant. I don't think you are pretty, I think you are beautiful, and I was just wondering 'ow you could not know that." Both girls' faces flushed, but Fleur looked so serious that Hermione believed her. Her eyes softened considerably and she looked relieved.

"Thank you" She said softly "It's nice to know that at least one person thinks I'm pretty" She smiled. Fleur Goddess Delacour was thinking that she was pretty ! No, she said beautiful ! She couldn't believe it ! That was too good to be true !

"I said beautiful, not pretty!" Fleur said as if reading her mind. "And I'm sure zat I'm not the only one to think zat !" she added smirking.

Then they became silent. But before it became too awkward, Fleur spoke again. She needed to know.

"You think I'm gorgeous ?" she asked shyly. Hermione was taken aback by the question. Now, it was her turn to laugh.

"Oh, come on Fleur, don't make fun of me. You very well know that you are gorgeous."

"Well, no I don't" the blond girl whispered.

"Ah ! Ah ! You want -" Hermione sarted, but she was cut of by her friend.

"I don't think I'm ugly. I would lie if I said zat. I even think I can be pretty, but no more than zat." She paused, trying to find a way to express her feelings. "You are the first one to tell me zat."

"Am I ?" The English girl asked "You must be kidding ! Are you telling me that you never noticed all the boys drooling when they look at you ?"

Fleur smiled sadly. "Yeah, it's really nice to know zat 'alf the population likes me because of my thrall and the other 'alf doesn't stand me also because of it" she said sarcastically. "You are right, boys tell me that all the time, but 'ow can I believe them. You are the first girl to tell me zat".

Hermione looked at her friend sadly. She never realised what it was like for Fleur to be part-veela. She always assumed that life was easy for her thanks to her blood. How wrong she was ! She felt guilty for the way she treated her when she stayed at the Burrow. But now she was her friend and she'd do anything to make her feel better. The good part of it was that she only needed to tell her the truth for that. She smiled at that thought.

"Well, it's too bad that no one before me told you how beautiful you are, but you have to realise how much we are all jealous of you ! Not because of your blood, but because of your looks ! And talking about that, I'm sorry that I was ever mean to you before." She finished smiling sweetly. Then she frowned and added "what about Bill ?"

"Well, he is very 'andsome and kind. I quite liked him and I really thought zat he wasn't under my thrall. Somehow, he managed to hide it from me. Not even purposefully I think. He is very clever you know. I didn't love him, but I thought it was a matter of time. I was so desperate to find someone who would love me for myself and not the whole veela thing. And when I found out we were already married and in the middle of a war. And zen Fred... Well lets say it wasn't the right time either."

"I'm sorry Bill wasn't the man of your dream. I'm sure you'll find him sometime. Someone who would love you for yourself. Someone you would love too. There is no reason for it not to happen."

"Thank you." Fleur smiled a little nervously. She glanced at the clock. It was already half one, and she was rather hungry. "So, would you like to 'ave some lunch, and then we can see the kind of clothes you want to try. Is that okay ?" she said pointing at the clock, then at her bedroom.

"Oh, sure" Hermione was glad for the change of the subject.

They ate Fleur's nice cooking speaking and gossiping about everything that went through their minds. That conversation had brought their friendship to another level. They were definitly closer, and felt happy in each other's presence. And both realised that they were falling for the other ; hard.

Next chapter's title : Clothing and clubbing. ;-D