Saturday morning was a relatively peaceful time for the early risers of Hogwarts. Of which there are few.
A quiet breakfast to start the weekend had become routine for Hermione.
The sound of approaching heels, echoing through the mostly empty hall, had become a recent addition to that routine.
Fleur stopped next to Hermione. "Bonjour ma belle, is this seat taken?"
Hermione frowned looking to the left and right of the empty bench she was occupying. "Of course not".
The Gryffindor would later deny the squeak that escaped her when the blonde made herself comfortable on her lap.
"Merci" Fleur kissed her cheek as she began to steal the grapes off her plate.
Hermione sighs.