A small group of students were nearly bowled over, the redhead pushing her way through into the great hall. Skidding to a halt when she reached her destination.

"Is it true?!"

Harry sighed. "Yes Ginny, it's true. You're only the hundredth person to ask me in the last half hour"

She sat down next to him with an eye roll. "Don't be so dramatic. And really, can you blame me? It's the most bizarre thing that's happened all year. And we're in the middle of the Triwizard Tournament!"

"I agree it's a little weird, but I still think everyone's overreacting slightly"

"Overreacting? Harry, Hermione's in detention. Those are three words I never thought I'd hear in my life!"

Harry raised an eyebrow. "Really? After all the things we've done?"

"Okay, I'll give you that. But I never would've imagined it to be from McGonagall. I mean, Hermione have possibly done to get detention from her favourite teacher?".

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'Torture. This is pure torture'

Hermione clenched her jaw, looking to the clock on the wall for the tenth time in as many minuets. Sighing and turning back to the professor at her desk.

Knowing her top student so well, Mcgonagall knew the best punishment was to make her do nothing. Literally nothing.

If there's one thing Hermione hated, it's wasting time.

So the head of Gryffindor had condemned her to missing all of lunch, giving her no work or reading material of any kind. Pure hell for a workaholic like Hermione granger.

Her company however, was enjoying their time alone to its fullest.

Fleur sat next to the brunette, a content smile on her face. With Hermiones right hand in her lap, she worked to perfectly apply the Beauxbatons blue nail polish.

"If you keep sighing, I'm afraid you'll pass out ma belle"

Hermiones head snapped towards the blonde with narrowed eyes.

Fleur smirked slightly, loving the way an intricate French braid whipped around with her. (That being her first pastime when this ordeal had begun).

"Well you'd only have yourself to blame. Since you're the reason we're stuck here anyway"

Still focusing on her current task, Fleur put on an exaggerated pout. "Is spending time wiz me really so bad? Such 'arsh words from you, I am greatly wounded"

Hermiones eyes narrowed further. She knew exactly what Fleur was doing. Even so, she knew she couldn't even pretend to be upset at the blonde for so long.

She sighed. Again. "You know I always love spending time with you. But I have work to complete, essays to write and books to finish"

Fleur dismissed the idea immediately. "You are so far ahead already. You need to relax more. And if you don't, I may 'ave to steal you away and lock you in my room wiz me. Other hand S'il vous plait"

Hermiones cheeks burned at the idea and she gave her other hand without complaint. "Why do you even have nail polish? You never do your own."

"Zat is not important"

Hermoine hummed absentmindedly, already examining her painted nails. She realised she enjoyed wearing a colour associated with Fleur. Her blush intensifying after the thought.

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Fleur was blowing lightly on her (flawless) fingertips when McGonagall called out to the couple and made her way across the room. Waiting at the door for the two "I think I've kept you ladies here long enough"

She smiled as the girls came to stand before her. One head down with embarrassment, the other smiling at the cuteness of the other.

"Have you learnt your lesson Ms. Granger?"

"Yes Professor"

"Will we be in this situation again anytime soon?"

"No Professor"

McGonagall nodded. "Good"

Assuming she was done, Hermione tried to make a hasty exit, Fleur happily following, hands firmly linked.

They made it a few steps out the door before they were stopped again. "Oh, one more thing Hermione"

Looking back, she didn't like the grin on her teachers face.

"I know the whole point of this tournament is to build international connections and relationships between schools and students alike. But can you please refrain from expressing such relationships on top of my desk"

Hermione stood gobsmacked as her face grew to a shade of red that would've rivalled Ron. "Professor!"

"I am afraid I cannot make such a promise mademoiselle. She is too insatiable"

"Fleur!".

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A/N

I loved this idea and had to get it out. Hope you like it as much as me. Please leave a review, I love reading them.