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Ok, this is my first Fleurmione, so be critical, but nice. Um, I'm thinking that Fleur doesn't know that a Veela's first love is their soulmate and so she thinks that she merely wants Hermione as a friend. Hermione doesn't hate Fleur, so if you like stories where Hermione realizes that she doesn't really hate Fleur, I'm thinking of doing something with that. The majority of the story will take place in the fourth book, but I've decided to show their progress through the seven books and a little after the seventh book. So, for now, bear with me and tell me what you think.

I facepalmed myself when I realized that I meant to add in Fleur's accent. Bear with me, I've been working on this for quite a few weeks.

Fleur

Fleur stared up at the large building in awe. It is much larger than Beauxbatons. The blonde witch thought to herself as she and her friends entered the large doors. She and her best friend, Jeanne, moved through the hall easily and began the performance they had practiced with their friends, pretending to swoon to the many different students of Hogwarts. At last, they arrived to the front of the Great Hall and bowed to all of the tables in kind. Fleur led her fellow classmates toward a table where the Hogwarts students were wearing blue scarves.

On the way, she noticed a table next to it with students that had red and gold scarves. Glancing over, Fleur saw a beautiful brunette staring at her with narrowed eyes. The blonde witch nearly stopped in her tracks and only a soft push from Jeanne kept her moving toward the table. Sinking into the seat, Fleur turned and saw the bushy-haired girl talking to a black-haired boy with glasses and a red-haired boy with freckles. Jeanne waved a hand in Fleur's face and, when she received no answer, followed the blonde's gaze. She smirked when she saw the brunette and poked her friend tauntingly.

"Having affections for a Hogwarts student, Fleur?" she asked in French.

"No," Fleur said, also speaking in French and blushing. "I just think she may make a good friend is all."

"Yes," Jeanne smirked. "A friend indeed." Fleur turned to her in confusion at the emphasis only to find Jeanne eating her meal.

"Hey Fleur," Jeanne said after swallowing her food. "Could you go over and ask your friend for the bouillabaisse? I'm sure you don't mind, right?"

Fleur shook her head and stood; many eyes turned to watch her walk over to the Gryffindor table. "Excusez-moi?" she said in French to the three friends. Swiftly switching to English, she continued. "Are you finished with ze bouillabaisse?" she asked as politely as she could.

The red-haired boy simply stared at her with his mouth wide open and Fleur tried not to look disgusted at the sight of half-eaten food dripping down the boy's front. She turned to the black-haired boy to find him staring up at her shyly with his large green eyes and Fleur sighed. At last turning to the brunette she had seen earlier, she glanced at her hopefully and the girl nodded, pushing the dish forward.

"Yeah," Fleur nearly melted at her voice, blinking a few times to stay focused. "You can have it."

"You are finished?" Fleur asked to make sure; in truth, she didn't want to go.

The girl nodded and the freckled boy spoke up. "Yeah," he said, finally closing his mouth. "Yeah it was great."

Fleur nodded and began slowly walking back to the blue table.

"She's a veela!" she heard the freckly-faced boy say to the other two. She smiled to herself. If only he knew. she thought. Setting the bouillabaisse down next to Jeanne, Fleur looked at her friend.

"I do not see why you could not do eet yourself." the blonde said, annoyed that she had been sent as pick-up and delivery boy.

"Because you wanted to be able to talk to 'er, non?" Jeanne giggled. Fleur blushed and said nothing.

However, over the next few days, Fleur found her thoughts wandering to the beautiful brunette more and more often. She began asking the many students with red scarves what her name was, but the males merely stared at her and the females strode away without looking at her. She managed to pull aside a blonde boy with two other boys by his side and she began talking to them. Fleur noticed that they got cockier and the larger boys puffed out their chests as though to appear stronger.

Fleur ignored this and asked, "Can you tell me about ze bushy-'aired girl in ze red and gold scarf?"

"Oh, you mean Granger?" the blonde boy asked in disdain, obviously trying to make her seem unimportant, much to Fleur's dislike. "She's nothing more than a filthy mudblood that no one really pays any mind to. She's a smartass know-it-all that doesn't know when to shut up and her blood is so filthy, the grime in it is probably what covers Hogwarts' walls most of the time."

Fleur heard a soft gasp behind her and turned to see the brunette staring at them with tears welling in her eyes. Before Fleur could register anything in her mind that would make the girl feel better, the brown-haired girl was running away. Fleur spun on her heel and punched the blonde boy as hard as she could.

"'er blood eez more priceless zan any pureblood wizard's blood could ever be! Your blood eez probably filzier zan 'ers with all ze corruption you 'ave een eet. Don't ever let me 'ear you speak of 'er in zat manner ever again!"

The blonde boy reeled backward and his friends moved into place, flexing their muscles at Fleur. The French witch raised her wand at them and heard two of her friends slide into place beside her. The boys glowered at them for a moment before picking up the stunned boy and dragging him off. The entire hall burst into applause and Fleur realized that people had filed in to see what all the commotion was about. She and her friends nodded curtly to everyone and Fleur looked around for the girl known as Granger, but saw her nowhere in sight

Fleur sighed and felt Cherie pat her back comfortingly. "We'll 'elp you get 'er, Fleur. Don't worry."

"Yeah," Clarisse said from her other side. "Jeanne told us what was going on. We'll 'elp you make a new… friend."

They smirked at each other and Fleur wondered what that was about, but decided not to ask. Instead, she spent the next three days trying to find out the girl's first name; she already knew that the girl was Muggle-born thanks to that unfortunate encounter with the blonde boy, who she came to know was named Malfoy. At last, nearly to the brink of desperation, Fleur pulled aside one of the redheaded people she had seen with 'Granger'. This one was female and red-haired and seemed to be as close with the brown-haired girl as the freckly-faced boy.

"Please," Fleur pleaded gently. "I merely wish to know eef you could tell me 'er name?"

"Depends," the redhead said. "Who the bloody hell are you?"

Fleur put a hand to her forehead and said, "Where are my manners? I'm sorry. I am Fleur, Fleur Delacour."

She held out her hand and the redhead shook it replying, "Ginny Weasley, and I assume from your investigation of my best friend that you already know my brother, Ron, who hangs out with the brunette you seek. She likes it when people are straightforward and sometimes blunt, so why not sit with her at dinner and just ask her for her name? I'm sure she'll tell you."

Fleur nodded hesitantly. "Zank you Ginny, I will try to ask 'er. I will see you later at dinner, non?"

"Oui." Ginny replied, making Fleur smile with the French term.

"Adieu, Mademoiselle Weasley." She began making her way out to the carriages to think over what she was going to say that night at dinner, anticipation for the conversation bubbling in her stomach.

So, what do you guys think? Is it ok so far? Review me so I can tell! :) Second Chapter's coming soon as I'm done editing it.