AN: Hey guys, Happy New Year! Quick question have any of you seen Les Miserables? Its so frickkin sad! Anyway, why are you reading this when there is a new chapter down there?
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
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Hermione POV
Surprisingly, a few days later Hermione was summoned into Mr. Flitwick's office. Before she went, the girl brushed the dirt from her work pants and tucked her lengthening hair back into her cap. A feeling of dread settled like a stone inside her stomach, fear and thoughts rushed around in her mind.
'Oh God, what did I do?'
'Did they find out, but if they did, then how? I'm always so careful.'
'Is he going to fire me, but why not Harry or Ron also?'
She asked herself many more questions before she knocked on his office door. In her worry, she failed to notice the paintings on the walls, nor the finely woven carpet that she was standing on. After a few seconds a voice from within called out to her.
"You may enter." It said.
Gathering her courage, she opened the door and entered quickly, should she lose her nerve and run out of the building. Expecting an enraged Flitwick, she was actually surprised to see the bright blue eyes of the blonde girl that she had been dreaming about.
She stood in the company of Mr. Flitwick and an older man. This stranger was very well dressed in an officer's uniform; cap held under his arm, while he didn't have a beard, his mustache was kept trim and straight as was the blonde hair that lay flat on his head.
The same blonde hair that flowed around the shoulders of her mystery woman.
"Bonjour monsieur." The man said, reaching out in the English custom so as to shake her had.
"B-Bonjour." Hermione stammered out as her small hand was engulfed in his large one.
After a firm shake, he stepped back to join his daughter and her employer.
"It has come to my attention, John that you helped Ms. Delacour here recover her purse a few days ago while at the market. Is this true?" Mr. Flitwick asked, peering over his glasses to look at her.
"Yes, sit it is. That day I stopped a pickpocket from making off with the lady's belongings." She said truthfully.
"Ah, very good, John. And I trust that you turned in this criminal to the authorities, correct?"
"Yes, sir." She lied, how could she turn in a young boy?
"Excellent!" Mr. Flitwick said, looking proud at the girl.
"You seem to have quite the worker here, Monsieur." Mr. Delacour said, looking at Hermione, a slight grin on his face.
"It appears that I do. You never know who you hire now-a-days, what with all of this talk of rebellion and what not." Mr. Flitwick agreed.
Hermione didn't know what to do, she hadn't been excused so to leave would be rude and most certainly would cost her job. So she stood there, listening to the men talk and shyly looking at the beautiful woman who had yet to speak a single word through the entire conversation.
"My Fleur here loves horses!" Mr. Delacour's loud exclamation scared Hermione so much that she jumped a few inches into the air.
"Really now? John here just so happens to be the one who cares for my own. I'm sure that he would be more then delighted to show them to your daughter!" Mr. Flitwick exclaimed, always so willing to show off his possessions.
"If he would not mind, I would gladly allow it." Mr. Delacour said, looking at his daughter.
"How about it, John? Would you show Ms. Delacour here the stables?" Mr. Flitwick asked.
"I would like nothing more, sir." Hermione said truthfully. Anything to spend some time alone with the woman that stole her heart.
"Well, then there you go. Go along Fleur, the Monsieur here and I have business to discuss." Mr. Delacour said, gently pushing his daughter in Hermione's direction.
"Oui, Papa." The girl said at last, a faint blush on her cheeks.
Hermione held out her arm to the woman shyly, which delighted her as Fleur (Finally a name!) placed her own hand on and lead the other woman outside. The two were mainly silent as they went across the grounds, each just enjoying the others presence.
"You are not from France, are you?" Fleur asked, the first to break the silence.
"No. I'm from England, might I ask what gave it away?" Hermione said, switching from French to English.
" 'Our azzent, Monsieur. Eet was easy to tell zat first day we met." Fleur said, also switching to English.
"Ah, I see. Well, I must say that yours is very good. Certainly better then many others back at home." Hermione said, a slight feeling of homesickness settling upon her.
By this point they had reached the stable. All of the horses neighed their welcome, something that they didn't do for Hermione. Clearly, they liked her blonde companion more.
"I never got to properly thank you for helping me that day, you know." Fleur said suddenly, turning to look at Hermione fully. Her blue eyes were shining with thinly veiled adoration.
"That's not necessary, really I-mph!"
Whatever Hermione was going to say was cut off as Fleur covered the talking girl's lips with her own. Hermione couldn't believe what was happening, here she was, being kissed by the most beautiful woman that she had even seen and she wasn't even doing anything about it! Letting go of all reason, she closed her eyes and allowed her lips to move with the ones that rested on hers.
She felt Fleur smile into the kiss, no doubt glad that she hadn't been pushed away, and then Hermione felt two soft hands cup her face. Her own arms moved from simply hanging by her sides went to wrap around the other girl's waist, pulling her closer.
'Better then I ever dreamed…'