AN: Hey guys! I'm baaaaaack! Sorry it has taken so long to get the sequel to Cruel Intentions going, but I got sucked into surfing and decided on practically living on the beach for the rest of summer before starting on this :) I just want to thank every person who read Cruel Intentions again and all the people who left so many thoughtful parting thoughts. It was a hell of a journey writing that fic and I was so scared people were going to hate the ending, but I was so pleased to see everyone loved it. I love open endings. Like American Psycho! That's my faaaaaave! Anyways, onto this fic. We're going to see a bit of a time skip and see a very different Fleur and Hermione. I'm not going to give too much away, but I will give you my music selection for this first chapter of Turn Back Time. First it was "Walls Could Talk" by Halsey, "Not 20 Anymore" by Bebe Rexha, and then "I got you" by Amyl and the Sniffers. If you do look up the I got you song I will warn you the only way to listen to it is from the music video and the music video is weeeeeird haha but I do enjoy the song :) Anyways, I'm nervous as hell to post this first chapter so I'll just get on with it and hope you guys enjoy :)

Chapter 1: I Got You

Sweat was beading down Fleur's face, the heat radiating off the sun mercilessly wrapping around the veela and her partner's bodies. She let out a sigh, running the back of her hand over her forehead to try to stop the sweat from getting into her eyes that were busy glaring at the ground where she could see transparent waves lazily moving over the dirt from the intense temperature. She inwardly cursed what seemed to be her never ending bad luck; she should have inquired as to where she would be having this little meet up with the ministry before she agreed to it. She had dumbly assumed they would be meeting somewhere in the wizarding part of Egypt. Imagine her surprise when she realized she was surrounded by muggles in some remote small town where the buildings looked archaic and as if they were falling apart surrounded by dirt and sand where she would not be able to cast a simple cooling spell to try to alleviate her discomfort.

"Where the bloody hell are they?" Malfoy grumbled, making crystal blue eyes shift over to him behind black ray bans. It would seem he was just as miserable as her.

"Je ne sais pas." Fleur mumbled as she fanned herself. "You are ze one wiz ze intel, remember?"

"The ministry barely told me anything." He grunted as he pushed off from the wall he was leaning against, trying to find some relief in the shade. "I can't believe they think we need outside help."

"Apparently zis ees a big case. I mean, eet 'ad to be eef zey were desperate enough to ask for our 'elp." She smirked.

"True." The slightly taller boy shrugged. "It's still pretty insulting that they think we need help though."

"Zey are just being antsy as usual. We'll just 'umor zis 'expert'." Fleur used air quotes around expert, mocking the new comer that had yet to arrive. "Eef zey weigh us down we will ditch zem first chance we get."

Malfoy laughed at the smug look on the French witch's face. "I like the way you think Delacour."

"I wish I could say ze same for you." She smiled a fake smile that made Malfoy roll his eyes; the heat was definitely getting to both of them. They stood there for a moment in silence as Fleur discreetly looked this way and that, wondering what the holdup was with this person that was supposed to lead them straight to this oh so important artifact. She let out a huff when she saw no one in sight; they should be here any minute. "Who ees zis person zat we're supposed to meet again?"

"Dunno." Malfoy leaned back against the wall, crossing his arms. "Some librarian apparently."

Fleur let out an incredulous scoff. "A librarian?"

"Trust me, I said the same thing." He grumbled, pinching the bridge of his nose. "They seriously think some librarian is going to help us locate an artifact. I'm perfectly capable of checking out a book on my own."

Fleur nodded her head in agreement, opening her mouth to reply when the sound of a loud motor roaring down the road caught her attention. She turned her sharp arctic gaze to the left, glaring heatedly at the cause of the commotion. She still didn't know too much about muggle contraptions, but knew enough to know it was a motorcycle kicking up dirt, speeding towards them with a trail of dust close behind. She wanted to curse the person out; it was already miserable enough in this heat without someone making a bunch of noise to further irritate her growing headache.

Malfoy seemed to feel the same way about the black motorcycle ripping through the streets, but as it drew nearer to the pair, realization started to dawn on their faces. "Ees zis zem?" Fleur asked as they turned to each other, only receiving a shrug in response before turning her attention to the person who stopped the motorcycle a couple feet in front of them.

She was grateful for the sunglasses hiding her gaze when she realized it was a woman's ankle high leather boot pushing down the kick stand with her foot; a very attractive woman by the looks of it. 'A librarian?' She thought to herself with a raised eyebrow as her eyes raked up long tan legs to short jean shorts looking to be covering a well-shaped butt. Her eyes drifted further up, observing the loose black leather jacket hanging open to show the woman was wearing a small white crop top that showed her entire toned stomach. The small piece of clothing only seemed to function enough to cover her medium sized chest and just above the crop top a glimmer of gold on the girl's upper chest caught Fleur's eye. She couldn't make out what the glimmer was and so she tried to get a look at the woman's face, but the all black motorcycle helmet completely blocked Fleur's ability to see what the girl looks like, especially with the dark visor down. The only thing that showed from the helmet was the long straight brown strands spilling down to the girl's chest.

It was safe to say that both Fleur and Malfoy's interests were thoroughly peaked by this girl gracefully throwing her leg over the side of the motorcycle to stand up. They watched in earnest as she gripped the bottom of her helmet, pulling it off of her head, making the rest of her dark hair spill out. She shook her head, getting her luxurious locks out of her face before straightening herself and turning her attention to the two blondes staring at her.

Fleur's bright eyes went wide behind her sunglasses, her heart suddenly pounding painfully in her chest, and her palms sweating when the newcomer's identity was revealed.

"Granger!?" Malfoy was the first one to squeak out, pushing off the wall in disbelief at the girl before him.

Hermione looked to the boy who tormented her at Hogwarts, looking just as surprised as him. "Malfoy?" And then her bright amber eyes shifted to the person standing next to the Slytherin, making her heart immediately jump into her throat. "Fleur?"

Fleur was in a state of shock; unsure of what to do or say. Hermione looked so different from the last time she saw her in that café two years ago. Her jawline was a little more angular, her cheekbones far more defined than they had been before. Her freckles seemed almost nonexistent now, maybe it was from the makeup and the new look the Gryffindor sported. Hermione's hair was much darker and longer, she was wearing eyeliner that made her honey eyes pop, and red lipstick that made her lips look even more enticing than the last time she saw her wearing red lipstick at the Yule ball. She no longer looked like the teenager Fleur remembered, her curves displayed perfectly in her jean shorts and crop top. There was no doubt about it, Hermione Granger was definitely a woman now and looked so different from the girl who broke her heart two years ago.

-Two years earlier-

Fleur stood at the entrance of the café, dumbly staring at the girl she hadn't seen in six months. It felt as if time stopped when their eyes locked and Hermione smiled over at the veela. It seemed as if it had been a lifetime since Fleur last saw that smile directed at her, those amber eyes looking at her warmly. She hadn't heard from the Gryffindor even though she wrote Hermione once a week, trying to get something, anything out of the other girl, but Hermione remained silent and now here she was sitting at the café where they had their first date just twenty feet away from her.

'She 'as finally come back to me.' Fleur thought to herself with a flutter in her chest, frozen in her spot and time. She knew she must look so ridiculous standing at the entrance, gazing at Hermione Granger with wide eyes and a dopey smile on her face and by the weird looks she was receiving from the other customers sitting in the café that finally came back into her vision she definitely did.

She tried to steel her nerves, let out a shaky breath she hadn't realized she had been holding, and clenched her hands into tight fists. She had been waiting for this moment for so long, she was afraid Hermione had slipped right through her fingers and she let her, but there was hope. She was here. Smiling at her not twenty feet away. The veela inside of her let out an irritated huff at Fleur's nerves racking her body, keeping her glued to where she stood instead of heading over to the other girl she had been longing for. 'What do I say? What do I do?' She thought with a blush as she self-consciously gripped the necklace hanging from her neck she had gotten the war hero last year; she knew her veela wanted her to just run up to the girl and kiss her, but she knew it would be the improper thing to do since Hermione broke up with her and refused to talk to her even after she promised she would come back.

Hermione started to look kind of perplexed at Fleur's demeanor, her brow furrowing in confusion at the normally confident girl's actions or lack thereof so with a shake of her head Fleur scolded herself. 'You're being silly. Just go up and talk to 'er.'

She had just gotten the courage to move and only walked a couple steps forward when a tall muscular man walked up to Hermione's table with two cups in hand. Fleur paused in her steps when he placed one in front of the brunette who was now looking at Fleur with apologetic, pleading eyes while he took a seat next to her and then Fleur realized who Hermione was with. Viktor Krum.

A million thoughts and questions raced through the champion's head at the sight, the sharp sting of hurt and betrayal feeling as if it was piercing her everywhere on her body. Everything was going in slow motion again, but this time for a very different reason. It was so quiet in Fleur's mind that she could hear her heart shattering into a million pieces; she had waited for Hermione. Sent her letters. Confessed her love. Told her how much she missed her every day only to receive no response from the other girl. She had assumed Hermione was getting the space she needed, maybe hanging out with her friends since she graduated from Hogwarts, but no, she was with Viktor Krum having a grand time while Fleur pined for her and was dealing with her overbearing cruel mother every day. The only thing that got the heiress through most days was the thought of the prodigy, their time together, and their future that was now being destroyed before her very eyes.

She could feel tears prick at her eyes as Hermione seemed to flounder in her seat while Viktor was oblivious as always. It looked as if the brunette wanted to get up, but Fleur just took a step back, the pain in her chest and public humiliation becoming too much for her as she gripped the necklace tighter. She had been a fool; she believed Hermione when she said she would come back to her, but she was too stupid to see that the prodigy was just letting her down easy. 'So zat ees 'ow eet ees . . .' Fleur thought to herself, in danger of choking on the lump that had formed in her throat. 'I guess we're even now.' Fleur thought to herself bitterly before she looked at Hermione Granger one last time who looked like she wanted to say something or go after the veela, but Fleur couldn't handle it so she did the only thing she knew how to do. She ran.

/

Hermione was in complete and total shock. When she took on this assignment to help out the ministry she wasn't told who she would be working with. When she would ask Harry who it was the boy who lived would just shrug and say, "Beats me." Then he would grin in a way that made Hermione want to hit him upside the head; ever since he had started dating Luna Lovegood he had become even more cryptic and now she knew why he didn't tell her who she was working with. He knew she wouldn't take the case if she knew it was Fleur she was working with; he knew it would be too painful and yet he still tricked her.

So many feelings coursed through Hermione's veins as she gazed at the woman who had taken her virginity, each feeling more confusing than the last. Fleur was still a goddess walking amongst mere mortals on this earth; her skin tanner than the last time she saw it, seeming to glow under the warmth of the sun while her hair shined so brightly she feared the long golden strands would blind her. Fleur seemed to grow up too, looking a little curvier and lengthier than when she last saw her at that café before the heiress disappeared off the face of the earth. The veela seemed just as shocked as she was at their impromptu partnership, but that look of shock was gone within a second, quickly replaced with an icy exterior.

"'Ermione." Fleur spoke in a clipped tone, her face hard and her full pink lips set in a straight line. Her expression was even more unreadable due to the sunglasses hiding those bright sapphire eyes Hermione knew were being blocked by those black ray bans.

Even though Fleur's tone seemed uncaring, her velvety voice still sent chills up and down the librarian's spine. Hermione had to remind herself she wasn't a timid school girl anymore and was quick to right herself, putting on her own cool expression. "You guys are the freelance curse breakers I was sent to help?"

Fleur just remained silent, opting to lean her back against the building that seemed to be on its last legs so she could seem unbothered by the brunette in front of her while her eyes raked up and down Hermione's form until they landed on the gold glimmer that caught her eye earlier. She raised an eyebrow when she saw a golden tattoo of the deathly hallows symbol covering what used to be Hermione's scar on her chest; it would seem the bookworm really had changed.

"Yeah." Malfoy spoke up when he saw Fleur was clearly disengaging from the conversation. In all the years he had worked with Fleur he knew few things, but the one thing he knew for certain was to never bring up the subject of Hermione Granger. Ever. "You're the uh . . ." He stumbled over the words as he took in Hermione's appearance; she certainly had filled out since graduation. "Librarian?"

"What an astute observation Malfoy." Hermione rolled her eyes, irritated that she had to work with her old tormentor and the girl who ripped her heart to shreds.

Draco narrowed his silvery eyes at Hermione's tone; the Gryffindor was already getting on his nerves. "Well, pardon my skepticism, but I just don't see how some nerd is going to help us find the artifact."

Hermione had to remind herself to stay calm and not get into her usual bickering with the little weasel she was beyond surprised to see Fleur paired up with; she would have to find out how they became partners later, but first she had to make some things clear. "Do you really think that they sent me just because I run a book shop? You can't really be that daft." She saw Fleur tense at the insult not directed at her, but it seemed the veela could have taken it as a personal insult.

"That's not why?" Draco scoffed. "Alright then, enlighten me Granger."

"Do you guys even know what you're looking for?" Hermione raised an eyebrow while Fleur remained infuriatingly silent and Draco went red in the face.

"Of course! We're not morons!" He growled. "Some ancient little time turner."

Hermione held back her laugh at how ignorant the Slytherin sounded; he really believed it was just some little dinky time turner. "If by little time turner you mean the biggest one recorded in history then yes, you would be correct Draco."

That seemed to finally catch Fleur's attention, making the blonde push off the wall, clearly interested. "What? You didn't say anyzing about zat Draco." Fleur turned to her partner, glaring behind her sunglasses at him.

"They didn't bloody tell me anything!" He held up his hands defensively.

"It's . . ." Hermione started to explain, but stopped mid-sentence, making the unlikely duo look at her incredulously as she looked around suspiciously before setting her amber eyes on the pair. "We shouldn't be talking about it here."

Draco raised an eyebrow at the paranoid girl. "What are you on about Granger? It's just . . ."

"Not. Here." Hermione gritted her teeth, lowering her voice in hopes of Draco catching on.

"You are ze one who chose zis spot, non?" Fleur chimed in with a raised eyebrow.

"Well, it's been compromised." The brunette spoke firmly, glaring icily at the slightly taller girl who returned the glare in kind before putting her helmet back on.

Draco threw up his arms, clearly confused by what was going on. "You just bloody got here! We waited for two hours for you Granger and you're leaving already!"

"I'll explain later." She spoke with her back turned, her voice muffled by the helmet as she threw her leg over the motorcycle, pushed it into the upright position, and kicked it back to life with the kick start. "Meet me here in three hours."

Malfoy and Fleur strained to hear the ex-prefect over the sound of the loud engine and before they could ask Hermione where she was talking about she pulled out a card from her jacket and held it out. Fleur made no move to get any closer to her ex-girlfriend, leaving Draco to let out an irritated huff as he stepped forward and grabbed the card. He opened his mouth to ask for a better explanation, but before the question could leave his lips Hermione was already speeding away leaving only a trail of dust as proof that she had in fact been there.

Once the motorcycle was out of sight Fleur finally came up behind Draco, looking at the business card he held in his hand with a raised eyebrow. "Ze anzrax?"

/

"I 'ate London." Fleur growled as she walked down the dark cobbled street with Draco casually strolling next to her.

"Do you hate London, because of-"

A sharp look from the fuming veela made Malfoy stop before he asked the question; Fleur had been in a particularly sour mood since Hermione Granger's abrupt arrival. "Don't." She spoke firmly, but Draco knew they needed to address the elephant in the room.

"Fleur . . ." He sighed. "We have to talk about the atom bomb that is Hermione Granger that got dropped on us today some time."

"Anozer time zen." She grumbled, glaring down at the ground.

"Anozer time zen." Draco mocked the French woman under his breath, but the veela's sharp hearing picked up on it, earning him another scathing look from his thoroughly perturbed partner. "Sorry." He winced, waiting for the hit that was sure to come, but something caught Fleur's eye before she could make him pay for the jab at her accent. Draco followed Fleur's line of sight and what he saw before him made his brows raise. "This . . . is the place she wants to meet?"

Loud music was pouring out of what looked to be a hole in the wall muggle bar. Fleur was clearly not pleased with the place when she saw the graffiti covering the wall with the flickering sign of "The Anthrax" hovering above. "Zis ees ze name she gave us." Fleur sighed and decided she would be the first to move forward with Draco hesitantly following close behind. She tried to walk in through the front door but a big burly man held out his arm so they couldn't pass.

"I.D." He spoke in a bored manner, but made it clear the two wouldn't be getting in without showing proper identification first.

Fleur was happy she had the good sense to get a muggle identification card a year before when she and Malfoy ran into a similar problem and promptly pulled it from her back pocket, all but shoving it into the infuriating bouncer's hand.

He looked over Draco's first and then hers for a moment before giving it back and looking the two up and down. "You sure you're not lost?" He laughed as he leaned back against the door, lighting a cigarette.

"What ees zat supposed to mean?" Fleur seethed, staring down the usually intimidating man that seemed to shrink under her intense gaze.

"Didn't mean nothing by it." He held up his hands.

"Right." Malfoy drawled before they walked in.

The second they walked into the pub they were immediately assaulted with the smell of cigarettes and beer. The whole pub seemed to be in a cloud of smoke and Fleur suddenly knew what the bouncer meant when he asked if they were lost; it was painfully obvious that they were out of place here when a tall lanky guy covered in tattoos brushed past the pair dressed in ripped jeans, a leather jacket covered in studs that seemed way too old to be wearing with tacky band badges sown on, probably by hand. Draco's eyes widened when he saw the tall stranger's bright neon green hair spiked at least a foot up in liberty spikes and then he looked around and saw just about everyone in that bar looked like the man who just passed them.

'Why een ze world would she want to meet 'ere?' Fleur thought to herself with a scowl as the pair pushed through the crowd to the bar, looking for Hermione while everyone they passed looked at them as if they were the freaks. The skeptical looks irritated Fleur, apparently these people had never heard of good grooming.

"Maybe we should go." Draco spoke nervously, making Fleur roll her eyes; he was still a coward to this day.

"Non." She spoke in her usual aloof voice as she approached the bar. "Eet ees painfully obvious she knows more on zis matter zan we do."

"I see she's still a know it all." He sneered, leaning against the bar. "Even if she looks different on the outside, I'm sure she's still that smug little-"A warning look from glowing arctic eyes from the heiress made Draco shut his mouth, making him inwardly groan. His partner was so odd; you couldn't so much as breath Hermione Granger's name without her becoming irate, but Merlin save the person who trash talks the Gryffindor. "Where is she anyway?" He decided a slight subject change might save him from the veela's wrath.

Fleur just shrugged her shoulders, shutting down like she always did when the subject of her ex-girlfriend was brought up.

"Fancy a drink?" A thick British accent asked behind Fleur, making her turn around to see a man wearing a jean jacket vest with a band shirt underneath, leaning forward with black spikey hair and eyeliner from the other side of the bar.

'Interesting bartender.' She thought with a raised eyebrow. "I'll 'ave a white wine."

"And for you?" He asked Draco, but Fleur cut in.

"'E ees fine."

Draco looked over to the blonde with a scowl, but didn't dare go against what Fleur said and just nodded in agreement to the bewildered look of the bartender. "Alright. Suit yourself." He shrugged before he walked off to grab Fleur's drink and returned moments later, placing a big glass with brownish yellow liquid in it.

"Zis ees not what I ordered." Fleur grumbled, looking distastefully at the drink.

"Beer's all we got." The bartender smirked, knowing he just thoroughly irritated the other girl before moseying off to help some other patrons.

"Ze service 'ere ees abysmal." Fleur scoffed, pushing the drink away and when Draco went to grab it she was quick to swat his hand, making the Slytherin frown as he rubbed his abused hand.

Fleur ignored the huff from her companion as she turned back around, resting her elbows on the bar as she gazed out into the crowd. A blonde woman wearing leather pants and a ripped white shirt sporting pig tails walked onto the stage with three males going to their respective instruments, the screeching of the guitar now filling the space as the woman in the group walked up to the crowd and promptly punched someone in the face.

Malfoy's eyes went wide while Fleur raised an eyebrow at the crowd's response which was just loud cheering and people shaking their beer cans before popping them open and spraying them everywhere so the liquid landed on the band and whoever it so happened to land on in the crowd. The lead singer just laughed at the response; she was clearly unhinged.

The sound was turned up even louder and then the bass player started going, exciting the already inebriated audience further. Fleur wrinkled her nose at the music while she scanned the crowd once more for Hermione while Draco stood there with a horrified look on his face.

You look nice as all dressed up
A classy bloke with a half full cup
But I came out just for you
I got you

Fleur decided there was no way Hermione would be in that crowd and went to go investigate outside when she saw her in all of her glory, wearing her leather jacket and bobbing to the music in the middle of the crowd. It amazed and irritated her at the same time that she could find Hermione so easily even two years later; she hated that she automatically gravitated towards the Gryffindor.

Beer in the cupboard, your eyes to mine
You skipped my queues and my lines
Buy me a drink, and my eyes glaze over
I got you

"Found 'er." Fleur mumbled, catching Draco's attention as she pointed to the crowd where the brunette seemed to be enjoying herself.

"In all of my wildest dreams, I never once thought that Granger would be in with . . ." He shifted his silvery eyes to the side, staring at the bulky guy standing next to him, seemingly too lost in the music to care that he was bumping into Draco over and over again. "This crowd."

"She 'as always been full of surprises." Fleur spoke, unable to peel her eyes away from the enchanting woman.

And I don't care about the things I have
I got you
And I don't want anybody else
I got you
Walk in the room, and I start blushing
I got you
I dunno what, but it feels like something
I got you

Hermione was now fully dancing around, her long dark hair going everywhere as she jumped and moved her head from side to side, a big smile shining through her long locks every now and then. The sight struck a chord somewhere deep in Fleur and suddenly she was back at Hogwarts. Her heart tugged painfully in her chest as she remembered going to check on Hermione after Rita Skeeter's first nasty article only to find her jumping around in her room to that loud punk music. Suddenly Hermione was no longer the woman she saw earlier today, but the innocent know it all she knew at Hogwarts, the one that she fell in love with, but also the one who broke her heart.

The image was shattered as Fleur remembered the heart ache she went through while Draco waved his hand in front of her face. "Everything okay Fleur?" He frowned when he saw the pensive look on the veela's face.

"Peachy." She grumbled as she pushed off from the bar to go retrieve the person that was supposed to be working and helping them, not partying. If anyone had told her that she would have to not only be working with her ex-girlfriend, but would have to wrangle her in to actually help like she was supposed to be doing she would have laughed in their face, but here she was pushing through the crowd that took no notice of her that kept stumbling into her, making her almost lose her balance.

One guy fell forward a bit, using Fleur's back as a means to stop his fall, almost making her lose her footing, but she didn't win the Triwizard cup because she had bad reflexes. She was able to right herself, her eyes briefly glowing neon blue before she reminded herself and her veela they were with muggles and settled on glaring at the guy who didn't seem to care he had almost knocked her over.

She continued to trudge forward until she reached her destination, squeezing between two stalky people to get to Hermione. She tapped the librarian's shoulder that was sticky from the beer that had been sprayed into the crowd, making Fleur grimace while Hermione whipped around to face her with a big smile on her face.

Fleur was lost for a moment in that smile and those gleaming gold eyes that didn't seem to recognize it was Fleur who had tried to get her attention at first, but then realization dawned on the Gryffindor and the smile was gone. "Oh, didn't know you guys would be here this early."

"We're on time." Fleur grumbled.

"What?" Hermione yelled over the sound of the music, leaning forward into the champion to hear better.

Fleur gritted her teeth; she hated repeating herself so she just pointed at Hermione then pointed towards the bar.

Hermione nodded in response, her face becoming solemn as she pushed past Fleur to lead the way through the crowd. Fleur irritably noticed that the crowd seemed to move out of the way for Hermione, but when she had been trying to get by no one seemed to budge a single inch. 'What a lovely group of people.' She thought to herself darkly and once they were free from the crowd and in a place where the music wasn't as loud she spoke again. "Why did you bring us 'ere?" She asked with crossed arms, glaring daggers at her ex.

Hermione inwardly floundered for a moment; those bright blue eyes were boring through her soul once more. It had been so long since that arctic gaze was so intently directed at her, maybe not as angry as the look she was receiving now, but Fleur was still focused on her all the same and didn't seem as disinterested as their first meeting.

"Yeah, why did you bring us here Granger?" Draco grumbled when Hermione didn't answer.

Hermione stiffened at the Slytherin's words, still hating to this day when Malfoy thought her could catch an attitude with her. "I have intel here."

"Oh really?" Fleur laughed. "Who?"

"They're not here yet." Hermione replied indignantly.

"I thought you were bringing us here to talk about our game plan!" Malfoy whined, putting his head in his hands.

"There is no game plan Malfoy." Hermione spit out. "What we're looking for isn't going to be an easy find."

Fleur narrowed her eyes at the slightly shorter girl at this new information. "So, you don't know where zis artifact ees?"

Hermione let out a sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose. "No."

"Zen we obviously do not need your 'elp." Fleur scoffed, turning to leave, but Hermione was quick to grab her arm.

Bright blue eyes looked down to the hand holding her in a place, her eyebrow lifting as she followed the arm to the source to see Hermione looking at her sternly. "I have leads. Do you?"

Fleur bit the inside of her cheek while Malfoy watched the interaction with wide eyes; if he pulled what Hermione was pulling he would have been punched in the face. He was even more shocked when Fleur spoke calmly.

"Non."

"Then you obviously do need my help." Hermione shot back, releasing Fleur's arm.

The two stared each other down, the anger and resentment very palpable until Fleur finally bent first with an irritated sigh. "Fine."

"Great." Hermione huffed, turning her back to the veela with crossed arms while Malfoy watched the pair, unable to stop thinking about how much the two resembled children in the middle of a squabble. "Oh shit . . ." Hermione mumbled, catching her companion's attention.

"What ees eet now?" Fleur rolled her eyes, turning to see where Hermione was looking, but the Gryffindor was quick to try to push them out the door without explanation.

"We have to go." The librarian spoke, clearly in a panic as she looked over her shoulder.

"I'm not going anywhere until you tell me what ze 'ell ees going on!" Fleur finally snapped, turning around to see a gorgeous girl with long raven haired and silvery blue eyes heading towards the trio with a scowl.

Hermione started to reply, but was quickly whipped around by the angry raven-haired beauty who promptly started to yell at the brunette in what sounded like Russian. Neither Fleur nor Draco understood Russian so all they could do is stand by and watch the war hero get screamed at by the irate woman. It seemed as if Hermione was trying to placate her every now and then in her mother tongue, but the woman was having none of it.

Things went from bad to worse when the girl pushed the Gryffindor holding up her hands to show she meant no harm. Hermione tried talking again, but the girl yelled something in Russian and suddenly the big bouncer from before was behind Hermione, grabbing her by the back of her leather jacket.

"Oi, what the-" Hermione tried to protest as he dragged her towards the door, leaving Fleur and Draco to scramble after her. "Come on Nadia! This is beyond childish! You can't just-aaah!" The bouncer suddenly lifted the librarian before she could finish talking to the other woman and threw her out the door, making the brunette go crashing onto the concrete. "Bloody hell." Hermione groaned as she rolled onto her back, wincing as she sat up while Fleur and Malfoy watched with wide eyes.

"Don't ever come back here!" Nadia shouted, spitting at the ground by Hermione's feet.

"You couldn't pay me to come back here." Hermione grumbled as she slowly stood up.

"What ze 'ell was zat?" Fleur glared at the brunette trying to gather her bearings.

"Nothing." Hermione mumbled as she wiped the dirt off herself. "Informant isn't here. We'll have to reconvene tomorrow."

"What!? I'm not being dragged to Merlin knows where in hopes of you getting information Granger!" Malfoy bellowed while Hermione rolled her eyes; she had had enough of people yelling in her face for the night.

"Don't worry. You guys won't have to find me." She sighed as she walked off with the incredulous duo following close behind. She turned a corner into an alley, looking behind her shoulder with a soft smile in Fleur's direction. "I'll find you." And with a soft pop Hermione was gone, leaving two very confused blondes in her wake.

"What ze 'ell was zat?" Fleur grumbled, glaring at the spot Hermione was just standing in. "And who ze 'ell was zat woman!?" 'Eet looked like a lovers quarrel.' She thought to herself bitterly, recalling the gorgeous raven-haired woman that had just had Hermione thrown out of the pub. Everything was so different now; Hermione was nothing like she remembered her. She was no longer the sweet innocent girl she had fallen for and instead was a woman who got into fights at pubs with girlfriends and got thrown out on her ass. 'What could she 'ave possibly seen een zat woman anyways?' She hated that she felt a small surge of jealousy at the thought of Hermione with someone else, but she quickly trained her face to not show it.

Draco laughed, not seeming nearly as surprised as Fleur was by what happened. "You really have been under a rock for the last two years."

"What do you mean?" Fleur scowled over at the other blonde.

"Seriously Delacour?" Draco scoffed, making the veela bristle. "Try picking up a magazine some time."

Fleur furrowed her brow in confusion at the last statement, a million questions running through her head, but one was at the forefront. 'What ze 'ell 'appened to you 'Ermione . . .?'

AN: Well, there it is folks! Confused yet? haha I know there are so many questions that need answering, but you'll have to have faith in me with this one like you did with Cruel that all the answers will be revealed in time. There's going to be a lot more twists in this than Cruel Intentions seeing as there is two years of time missing. I know there may be people that hate Draco, I myself am not a fan, but I didn't want to use Bill as her partner, because it felt so overdone and Draco will be crucial. I promise! Anyways, thanks to everyone who decided to continue on with the Cruel Intentions series :) I would adore to hear your thoughts on this crazy chapter and huge character changes :) As a side note I will be jumping from this fic to "Strike A Pose" which I am cowriting with Fran KT so if you want to check that one out too that would be cool. It's definitely a darker fic though so it's not for the faint of heart :3