Have some more fluff to go with your fluff. Writing this is kind of helping to keep me balanced while I work on some darker stuff, so yeah, it just keeps coming.

Hermione knows she really should pay more attention in her Calculus class, but she's having a hard time concentrating today. Actually, she's been having a hard time concentrating for the last two weeks, ever since her 'brush with the law' and the incomprehensible revelation that Fleur Delacour not only finds her attractive, but also interesting. She has to fight the urge to pinch herself at times, but she's seen the way Fleur looks at her, and it is definitely not an act.

A small smile comes to her lips as she stares out the window, her fingers idly spinning the pen in her hand.

"Miss Granger?" a voice breaks through her reverie, causing her to snap her head to the front of the classroom and seek out the speaker.

"I'm sorry, what was that Mr. Dumbledore?" She tries to sound appropriately apologetic for not paying attention, but she doesn't quite succeed. Luckily her math teacher seems amused by her lack of attention more than anything.

"The problem on the blackboard Miss Granger, would you happen to have the answer?"

"Oh," Hermione responds softly, internally kicking herself for becoming a sitting target by blatantly not paying attention. Her eyes run over the problem on the board, trying to come up with the answer as quickly as possible. Her eyebrows furrow as she writes furiously on her notebook page, working out the solution much more quickly than most people could ever hope to do so and speaking the answer with confidence.

A couple of the students in class grumble. They clearly hoped this would be the day Hermione Granger was caught unawares and didn't have the answer. Her smile turns a bit smug at the thought. Even with a distraction like Fleur Delacour flitting around her mind at all hours of the day she could still stay on top of her studies.

The bell rings and Hermione lets out a sigh of relief, happy for the weekend to finally be here. She gathers her books and gives Mr. Dumbledore an apologetic smile as she heads for the door, although she figures if she can come up with the solution to the problem as quickly as she did she shouldn't really feel all that bad for not paying close attention, or any attention at all for that matter.

Her face lights up when she finds Fleur waiting at her locker, leaning casually against the metal with one shoulder, a small smile on her lips meant only for Hermione.

"Hey." Hermione greets her softly, concentrating on spinning the dial of her locker combination. She looks out of the corner of her eye at the students nearby, a little self-conscious of the stares they sometimes garner. While no one has been unkind or said anything inappropriate, she can acutely feel the curious looks from their fellow classmates wondering why Fleur Delacour would pay so much attention to someone like Hermione Granger.

"Hey back." Fleur responds, nodding her head to one of her friends who calls out a greeting from across the hall.

"You can go talk to your friends you know, you don't have stay with me. I'm sure they feel like I'm taking up enough of your time all ready as it is." Hermione tries to sound casual, but she knows she doesn't.

Fleur watches her intently for a moment, her blue eyes causing the butterflies in Hermione's stomach to start up the way they do whenever she gets the feeling Fleur can see right through her. She tilts her head to the side before speaking, catching Hermione's eye and holding it. "Actually they don't feel that way at all. They're happy for me." She pauses for a moment, still searching for something in her eyes. "Maybe it's you that feels like I'm taking up too much of your time?" The question is tentative, almost as if Fleur doesn't really want to know the answer just in case it's not what she hopes to hear.

"No," Hermione responds right away, not wanting Fleur to get the wrong idea, "I don't feel that way at all. If anything I wish we had more time to spend together, without all the senior year stuff getting in the way." Hermione can feel her cheeks blush at the admission, but it's true, and she wants Fleur to know it.

The smile on Fleur's lips and the sparkle that comes to her eyes makes the candid words worth it. "Well," Fleur draws out the word playfully, "it does happen to be Friday, my parents are going to some function and won't be home till late, and Gabrielle is staying over at a friends house, so what do you say to coming over for a movie?"

The butterflies in Hermione's stomach feel like they've been switched into super speed at the invitation. She wonders if she'll ever stop having this kind of reaction to Fleur. She kind of hopes she never does.

"I say definitely yes." Hermione smiles, and when Fleur's eyes drop to her lips she is so very tempted to kiss her right here, in the hall in front of who knows how many classmates. She can even feel herself leaning forward for a moment before remembering herself. She straightens back up with an apologetic smile.

Fleur chuckles softly and shakes her head. "It's ok, although I really don't think anyone would care, and if they did I don't think they'd say anything."

Hermione looks down at her shoes, scuffing a toe on the floor for a moment. "I know, it's just, I'm not used to this kind of attention. The looks, people actually noticing me for reasons other than being the girl that answers so many questions in class, it's just kind of weird for me."

Fleur gives a gentle smile. "I understand, although I hate to tell you, but people noticed you for more than your academic prowess before this. I would know."

No, Hermione is quite certain she'll never stop having this sort of reaction to Fleur, and she's extremely happy about it.

While Hermione has her reservations about kissing Fleur in public, it would seem no remnants of those reservations exist when they are alone.

It started when Hermione could not refrain from commenting on the stupidity of the main character's actions in the movie. By the third time she uttered the words "That doesn't even make any sense!" Fleur decided tickle torture was in order. She was merciless, and no matter how much Hermione begged her to stop in between uncontrollable shrieks of laughter, Fleur would not relent. So naturally Hermione decided the only way to make her stop was to engage her in more worthwhile activities.

She managed to wiggle her way out from underneath Fleur on the couch, switching their positions and pinning Fleur beneath her. She quickly nipped at her bottom lip in hopes of distracting her. It worked like a charm.

They're a tangled mess of limbs and wandering hands on the couch, and Fleur's tongue is doing the most delicious things in her mouth. Hermione is trying to keep a semblance of control over herself, but with each stroke of Fleur's tongue against her own that control is slipping farther and farther away from her.

She winds her hands into Fleur's hair with every intention of slowing their momentum, but then Fleur rolls her hips up into her at the same time she traces the roof of her mouth with her tongue, and Hermione can only moan, drawing Fleur closer to her.

When Fleur's hands slowly slide their way under her shirt, making a slow path up her stomach, Hermione shivers and the reaction jars her into remembering she wanted to take things slower than this.

Hermione breaks the kiss with a sharp breath, resting a furrowed brow against Fleur's forehead while she tries to catch her breath. She squeezes her eyes shut, breathing through her nose once, twice, before she feels Fleur's fingers gently caress her jawline.

"Hey," Fleur whispers, pushing her head back into the couch cushion in an effort to get a better look at Hermione, "are you ok?"

Hermione takes one last deep breath before nodding her head, her eyes flitting to Fleur's and away again in nervousness. "Yeah, I just...I don't think I'm ready to do what I think we might have ended up doing." When Fleur is silent Hermione starts to ramble. "I mean, I've just never, with anyone, you know? And I want to, with you, I really do, I just want to take my time and really be sure, but I don't want you be upset and -"

"Hermione." Fleur speaks her name, softly but firmly, her fingers tilting Hermione's chin so she can meet her eye. "I'm never going to be upset with you for something like this. I'm not ready to take that step with you either, it's only been a couple weeks."

Hermione nods, swallowing down her nerves and an odd bit of disappointment. "Right."

Fleur must see the disappointment on her face, because she leans up to kiss the tip of her nose before speaking again. "Believe me when I say that I really, really want to though."

"Yeah?" Hermione asks shyly.

"Yeah."

Hermione feels a smile growing on her face before a thought strikes her and she can feel the curve of her lips fading. "Have you ever before? With anyone else?" She feels like she's holding her breath, and it seems ridiculous, but she's just not sure what kind of answer to expect.

Fleur's eyes skirt away for a moment before coming back, a firm resolution clear in the blue depths, and she nods. "I have, a few times. Does that bother you?"

Hermione takes a minute to really think it over, sifting through her feelings and thoughts on it, before settling on a truth she wasn't really expecting to be there. Relief, she feels relief. She shakes her head no slowly before giving a resolute look of her own.

"No, it really doesn't. I think I'm actually relieved that one of us will know what they're doing when the time comes."

The smile that comes over Fleur's face is positively radiant. "Do you have any idea how wonderful you are?"

Hermione shrugs, pushing her lips to one side as if she's considering the question. "I suppose I do sometimes."

Fleur laughs, rolling her eyes in a good-natured way. "Well good, I'd hate for you to miss out on the chance to display some ego, I can't be the only one doing it all the time." She leans up pressing a quick kiss to Hermione's lips before rolling them, pressing her own back into the couch back. Hermione takes the cue and rolls over in her arms, facing the t.v. once again while Fleur draws her back into her arms, placing a soft kiss to the crown of her head.

"Now pay attention, you're missing some important moments in this gem of a movie.

Hermione lets out a rather unladylike snort, and it only takes a minute before she's spoken the words "That makes absolutely no sense."

Fleur just draws her farther back into her, whispering into her ear "You're lucky you're cute."