Author's note : i have never written fanfiction. Never even planned on it. But my friend Skye or reviewskye just adores Fleur and Hermione together. She's into that pairing where one is a bit of a nerd and the other is really popular, beautiful and loved and people will wonder why that person chose the nerdy one. Yeah, so anyway, this is for her. She abused me and another friend into making something for her. She also ordered us to say this is for DeMoKa, Reveni, jle1993, SayurixMion and the Fleur/Hermione shippers (look at me with my fanfic lingo XDDD). To said authors, she made me read your stuff, and they're all pretty cool, especially REDUX, writing style is superb.

Btw, more ranting. I did NOT reread this, but our friend did and just corrected the spellings, said nothing at all! I typed and typed for a few minutes straight! I will come up with what's next when i finally reread it because i know i won't remember in the morning that i wrote this. Oh and chapter 2 is done but i wll not be updating yet. I wanna see the response first.

Disclaimer: You wouldn't believe it even if I claimed them anyway so why bother...?

Prologue

She couldn't understand how it happened to her. She was Fleur Delacour! She's a champion for the triwizard tournament! She's the most beautiful girl in her school, and even with the two other schools combined.

She had confidence, grace, sex and perfection written all over her. How could she be feeling this way for anyway? And for her of all people, for Hermione Granger, probably the only person in the entire world that hated Fleur with a passion without any reason. And how is it that she can't even keep her cool around Hermione long enough to tell her what she feels? Or even start a normal conversation with the girl? Maybe because Hermione always ignored her, or always glared at her…

Fleur had spotted Hogwart's biggest bookworm on the night they arrived at the said school. Fleur felt electricity jolt up in her body when Hermione's eyes met hers for a split second. Hermione turned away from her quickly, glaring at the red-haired boy next to her. They were obviously arguing. Fleur asked a Ravenclaw girl for the gryffindor's name.

"The bushy haired girl? Oh, that's Hermione, Hermione Granger, brightest witch in the fourth year, I believe." The asian witch answered.

"Merci Cho" Fleur replied with a wide smile. The girls around Fleur, her schoolmates, perked up. Why was Fleur asking for the girl's name? Was Fleur actually interested in her? It was no secret that Fleur loved both male and female. She loved flirting with them, she loved shagging them. Indeed, she loved many things about them, but unfortunately, she has never made love with any of them. It was a definite first that Fleur found herself interested in someone else. That's why the Beauxbaton students were buzzing with excitement.

Ignoring the others, Fleur's heart fluttered as she watched the younger witch. She froze at this thought. What was she feeling so unexpectedly? She had never felt that way before. It was something about the brunette…

In those moments, Fleur decided she was going to find out more about her. She would watch Hermione, study her. But she mentally paused. Could this possibly be how the people she would charm felt? Feeling something incredible for her and never getting close enough to have her? She found herself thinking, to her surprise, that she couldn't allow that. She couldn't just watch from afar. Yes, she was going to watch Hermione, but only to know more about her, and finally to have her.

She suddenly felt herself standing up, the giggling posse of girls around her watched eagerly at what she would do. She quickly formulated an excuse in her mind as she got to the Gryffindor table. She asked for their bouillabaisse.

Hermione shoved the plate at her absentmindedly and proceeded to ignore her. Fleur found this amusing as everyone else was looking at her. She smirked.

Hermione frowned again when she realized Ron, the one she was yelling at, wasn't even listening. He was drooling at the French girl.

Fleur was delighted when Hermione finally noticed her. Then her heart sank when Hermione gave her a quick glare before scolding her friend.

"Ronald, stop drooling!" She snarled.

Fleur kept calm. And just to see Hermione's reaction, she winked at the boy she called Ronald before leaving. Hermione fumed. Fleur inwardly sighed. Could she perhaps like the red-head? No. She couldn't possibly. Because for Fleur, Hermione now belonged to her…