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The next day I happened to be the first one up. That gave me just enough time to plot my sweet revenge against Ginny. I made my way over to Ginny's bed, slowly crawling in next to not wake her. The urge to burst out giggling was unbearable. I barely had enough time to cover myself before she woke up. I covered my mouth to hold in my laughter. The best part about it was that she didn't even notice a thing.
"'Mione must still be asleep.. poor girl. Ron always picks on her.." Ginny said still groggy.
She sat up and threw her legs over the side of the bed. That was when I struck. Ginny screamed as I tackled her out of bed. Before she could get up though, I sat on her and pinned her arms above her head.
"Hey Ginny, have you ever heard of the tickle monster?" I asked, grinning madly at her.
"NO! 'Mione I swear on all that is holy-" Ginny never got to finish that sentence, for I became the awful monster that every child hated.
"Apologize for yesterday Gin! Say 'I'm sorry' and I will stop this torture!" I said, ruthlessly going for her sides.
"N-no! It was to p-priceless!" she wheezed, tears running down her face from laughing too hard.
"Alright Ginny. You asked for it." I stated before continuing my slow torture, until she finally gave up.
"Okay! I'm sorry 'Mione! I give!" she wheezed.
"Now see, was that so hard?" I asked grinning in triumph.
But as I began to get up, I tripped on my own two feet, face planting on the floor. I could hear Ginny burst out laughing. Though I was pretty sure that my lip was busted. So I did the first thing that came to mind. I sat back up, and laughed too.
"Merlin 'Mione! For a moment there, I thought you were going to cry." Ginny giggled.
I snorted. "Honestly Gin, I have been through loads more with Harry and Ron than a busted lip." Holding out my arms, I began to flex. "Yeah, I'm a stud of a woman."
Ginny just rolled her eyes, grinning at me.
"Well let's get to breakfast Stud muffin. I'm starving!"
Upon entering the great hall, I noticed that it was oddly vacant. Except for a few Slytherins, Ron, Harry, Ginny, and myself. I was still quite angry at Ron, so I sat two seats away from him, Ginny took the seat next to mine.
"You know 'Mione, Ron can be a foul git, but at least he's a friendly foul git." Ginny stated, only loud enough for me to hear.
"How does that even make any sense Gin?" I asked trying not to laugh.
Ginny stared at me for a moment before saying, "I don't even know. Just pretend I didn't say anything. It sounded much better in my head than it did out loud."
We both laughed at her antics. In that moment it felt as if someone were watching every move I made. Looking up, I caught Fleur's beautiful blue eyes with my plain chocolate brown ones. She smiled and waved at me. I did the same for her. We held eye contact for what seemed like forever. I could stare into those gorgeous eyes for eternity and never get tired of them. It was like they held all the love in the world. I would be lying if I said I hadn't imagined my life with Fleur, because I had. In fact, I did just after I returned to the dormitories last night. I came to the conclusion though that Fleur is the only one I could imagine myself with. Not even another Fleur. Just the one in front of me at this moment. She is just so perfect, she could even make angels envious of her beauty.
Fleur was the first to break eye contact. My breath caught in my throat when I realized that she had only lowered them to my lips. I began to blush. Sometimes it was infuriating that she could make me blush so much, so easily, and at simple things. That's when I remembered that I had busted my lip earlier. My hand flew up to my mouth, gently touching my tender lip, though it still made me wince. Fleur noticed. She looked back into my eyes and the first thing I noticed was that hers were no longer the soft blue I loved so much, but a deep purple. I shivered. What's going on? My heart sped up as Fleur walked over to me, grabbing my forearm and pulling me up.
"Come wiz me. I 'ave to talk to you." She stated, all emotion void from her voice.
So I followed. She led me out of the great hall, all the way to the astronomy tower. I was breathless and my heart would not calm down. One would say that I was scared, but I wasn't. I probably should have been, but something in me told me not to be afraid of Fleur. What I was feeling was more like worry and guilt. I was worried that in some way, shape, or form, I may have hurt Fleur's feelings. That guilt was because if I had hurt her feelings, I didn't now how. Though all that vanished as Fleur pulled me into a gentle embrace, her nose nestled into the nape of my neck. I could feel her breathing deeply, like she was memorizing my scent. Suddenly she stepped back.
"'Ermione.. I am sorry. I shouldn't 'ave acted zat way. It's just.. I am struggling.." Fleur trailed off.
"What? Struggling with what? Please tell me Fleur. I want to help you." I said with sincerity.
Fleur looked into my eyes again, hers no longer purple. They help hope within them, and something else. I was confused. For my own emotions were raging inside me. I knew what they were. I was just confused on how I could love another in such little time. That will always be a mystery to me. All I know is that it was possible, because it had happened and when I leaned my head forward, eyes lidded, Fleur met me half way, soft lips connecting with mine in a gentle caress.
Sparks. No, flames ignited my body. My mind no longer in control of itself. My heart pounded in my chest and butterflies swarmed in my stomach. I was a soul within a mody on fire and all I could focus on was the beautiful French girl kissing me, showing me what love truly is. Devotion, caring, understanding. All these feelings at once made me want to swoon, but I held my ground.
Fleur pulled away first, her eyes full of worry.
"I'm so sorry 'Ermione. I shouldn't 'ave.." she began, breathless. "I should go. Zere iz much we 'ave to zink about 'Ermione. Just.. please forgive me for stepping out of line."
With that she walked away, leaving me in the astronomy tower. My mind still trying to process what just happened. Tears escaping my eyes.
"Way to go Hermione. You couldn't form even one response to stop her from leaving. To stop her from regretting our kiss. Why the bloody hell do people call you the brightest witch of your age if you can't even come up with something to say to make Fleur feel better? How do I even deserve to be in her presence?" I asked myself angrily, tears now flowing from my eyes.
My heart ached. I need to make this right. Starting tomorrow, I need to make things right with Fleur. Remembering that I had classes this morning, I rushed out of the astronomy tower and into Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration classroom. All the while receiving questioning looks from Harry, and Ronald.