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A/N: I REPEAT, THIS CHAPTER IS FLUFF. IF YOU DON'T LIKE FLUFF, THEN PLEASE, DON'T READ THIS CHPT, AND WAIT FOR THE NEXT ONE. But if you don't read the chapter, I'll get really sad and depressed and that will just make me write slower. Hehe! Enjoy you guys!

P.S. Does any one know how to waltz? Please teach me!! Call me at 1-800-I-WANNA-WALTZ

C'est la Vie

Chapter 4-One for the Girl

George pulled out a small box from under his bed. Fred locked the door and looked back at his twin. "Do you have it, George?"

George nodded and set the box down on his bed. Fred sat across from him. He opened the box slowly, and took out the two pictures of Harry and Hermione. He handed them to George and sighed. "What do you think, George?"

George studied the wizard photographs. He saw Hermione and Harry continuously snuggling together on the plane and taxicab. "I really don't know. I mean, judging by this, I'd say they fancied each other. What do you think?"

"I just asked you that."

"And I just told you what I thought," George responded.

Fred sighed, then took the picture of the plane in his hands. He watched how Harry was pressing the side of his face to the top of Hermione's head. "I'd say they fancied each other as well, but still, this could just be hormones or something. You know? Like some kind of reaction to someone-oh, I don't know." He paused, and looked over to his brother.

"I suppose your right," George said slowly, "but, what if you're wrong?"

"Excuse me?"

George ran a hand though his savage red hair. "I mean, what if they really do fancy each other, but they just don't want to admit it??

"To shy?"

"Scared of rejection, perhaps as well." George smiled. "There are ways to find the answer to that question."

"What question?"

George shook his head. "Whether or not Harry and Hermione fancy each other. Honestly, stay with me, Fred."

Fred raised his eyebrows. "Do you have any ways in mind?"

"Oh yes."

"Please share with the class, George." Fred said lightly.

"Alright." George cleared his throat. "There are two ways that I can think of. The first way, is to watch how they react around each other. If they blush when their eyes meet, or if the pull away from each other if they accidentally brush against the other person. Simple things, you know? Whether or not they sneak glances at each other. That type of thing."

Fred smiled. "Sounds plausible. Now, about the second way?"

"Right. Now I was thinking perhaps that one of us flirt with Hermione at breakfast, lunch, and dinner," George said.

"What good will that do?"

George shook his head. "Allow me to finish. If Harry really fancies her, then you'll notice that he'll become a little angry of jealousy that one of us is flirting with the girl he likes. Are you here with me so far?"

Fred grinned. "Yes. Now how will we decide which twin flirts with Hermione and the other watches Harry?"

George frowned. "I'm not sure...Yes!" He smiled brilliantly. "We choose which ever twin is more handsome. Now," he pulled his twin off the bed and in front of the mirror. "Which one of us is cuter?"

Fred smiled slightly. "George?"

"Yes?" George looked at his reflection.

"We're identical."

* * *

Harry knotted his hands in his lap nervously. What was he doing? What was he thinking was a more respectful question. After the storm had stopped yesterday, the four of them had returned to the hotel. But Harry couldn't take his eyes off of Hermione. Nor could he stop thinking about his new discovery.

I don't love her, Harry kept telling himself. I'm just attracted to her. He looked around his room and then to the bathroom door. "Ron! Come on, I'm starving! I want to go downstairs!" You want to see Hermione, his mind told him.

Harry shook those thoughts out of his head, even though they just came back a second later. He had, had a dream of her, another dream of them together in a forest instead of a beach. He smiled slightly at the dream.

Ron came out of the bathroom with a towel around his head. Harry snorted. Ron stared at him, then looked in the mirror. "Oops." He tugged the towel out of his hair and turned to Harry. "Not a word."

Harry smiled. "No, actually turbans are very in right now, Ron." Harry let out laughter.

"Ha ha." Ron snarled at him. "Very funny, Harry. Let's go eat some breakfast."

"Yes, let's do that." Harry stood up from his bed and took his hotel key card off the beau top and placed it into his pocket. "You know I never did find a bank to exchange my money," he said as they walked into the elevator. They had begun to trust the elevators since everyone else in the hotel had started to use it though. But Hermione and Ginny were still sometimes stubborn and took the stairs down.

Ron pressed the little button that read 'Lobby'. He leaned back against the brown wood-polished walls and glanced over to Harry. Harry had his hands stuffed in his pockets, looking down at the floor, shuffling his feet. "What's the matter?"

Harry looked up at his best friend. "Huh? Oh, nothing, Ron. I suppose maybe I'm a little tired from last night and the storm."

Ron frowned. "Are you sick?"

Harry shook his head. "Nah, I'm fine." He looked up at the top of the elevator and saw that it was now resting at Lobby. The door slid open and Harry and Ron stepped out. The marble floor looked like it was just waxed a few hours ago. The receptionist was sitting at her desk, smiling at them. They walked into the dining room, instantly finding their table (the longest table there).

They walked up to them, and Harry noticed four empty seats. The twins weren't there yet. There was a seat free next to Ginny, Mrs. Weasley, Bill, and...Hermione. Harry didn't know why, but he didn't really want to sit next to Hermione, especially when he was this confused. But something in the back of his mind was telling him to shut up and go sit next to Hermione, and smile at her and tell her good morning and do what they did every morning.

He hesitated too long.

Fred and George came into the room, and Fred to the empty seat next to Hermione. He smiled at her. "Good morning, Hermione! How are you on this lovely French day?"

Hermione smiled slightly. "Fine, Fred. Just a bit tired." She looked up at the table and smile at Harry. "Good morning, Harry." She looked over to Ron. "Good morning, Ron."

Harry smiled at her for a moment, then realized that he was still standing up and looking at Hermione. He felt heat rise up into his cheeks while he took the vacant seat next to Ginny. She smiled at him, then passed him the hotcakes. Harry took one, then handed it across the table to Hermione.

She reached for it and smiled at him. Harry felt her hand lightly brush his own. He jolted up right, feeling an invisible spark jumping to his hand. He knew she felt it too, because they both had stop passing the plate and had almost dropped it. Harry looked up at her, then down to the plate. He felt her fingers on top of his, almost as if they were scared to move.

They did have to move, when George started joking. "Hey, Harry, I think hotcakes are for eating, not staring at." Harry felt color rise into his face and handed the plate fully over to Hermione she took one, then handed it to Fred.

George smiled smugly. He glanced over to his twin. He noticed that Fred was smiling at the two wearing a similar smile on his face. George nodded, and then took the plate away from his father. Fred nodded back, then turned to Hermione, who was busy pouring syrup onto her hotcake.

He smiled at her and dropped his head so he could look at her face. "Hi."

Hermione glanced over to him and smiled. "Hi."

"What're you doing?"

She looked at him strangely then picked up her fork. "Eating, Fred." She pushed her fork sideways to cut up her hotcake and out a small piece of it in her mouth.

Harry admired from a distance how she ate her food. He liked how she was so cute when she cut her food up into small, bite-size pieces. In fact, he liked it so much, he loved it. He loved how she looked. He loved her. He loved Hermione.

No! Harry heard a voice in his head scream. Remember about earlier today? You don't love her! You're attracted to her! Remember the sparks?

But Harry couldn't remember. All he was focused on was how much he suddenly realized that he loved looking at her.

* * *

"Oh my," Ron said. He leaned back onto his chair, patting his stomach with his left hand. "That was a great meal." He looked over to his empty plate, then over to Harry's half eaten hotcake and sausage. He looked from the plate to Harry, and smiled.

"Don't even think about it." Harry said, with a new mouthful of hotcakes. "I'm surprised that you don't weigh at least one-thousand pounds already, Ron." He swallowed, then looked over to his best friend. "You don't do you?"

Ron laughed. "Of course I don't!" He looked at his brothers. "They eat as much as me too!"

Ginny giggled and pushed away her plate. "I'm so happy I didn't inherit the Bottom-less Pit Eating in my family." She sighed. "You're so normal, Mum. Thanks." She smiled at her mother and then left her seat. "I think I'll go wander around Paris."

Ron stared blankly at her. "Isn't that what we did yesterday?"

Ginny scowled at him. "Yes, but we had to come back to the hotel before we saw the whole city. We only saw a small portion of it yesterday." She gazed at Hermione, then Harry. "What do you guys say?"

Bill held up his hand. "I was wondering why you four came to the hotel early. It was only four o' clock in the afternoon."

"It was storming pretty bad," Ron explained.

"And Harry and Hermione both got soaked and we didn't want them getting sick." Ginny put in, smiling that her two friends were in good health.

George raised his eyebrows and looked over to his twin. "How'd you two get soaked."

Fred noticed a tinge of pink come to Harry's cheeks. "We tripped on some trash and fell into a puddle," he lied. He glanced up to Hermione who was silently playing with her food.

"Oh," George said. "Okay." He glanced around. "You four want two more on your trip?" He smiled.

"Sure!" Ginny said brightly. She eyed her eldest brothers who were now in a conversation with their father. She smiled again. "Let's go! I want to see everything before it gets dark." She walked around the table, took Hermione's wrist, and pulled her to her to her feet, and started to walk to the entrance. Taking it as their cue, the boys' followed them out.

Ginny inhaled the air. "It's going to be a great day, don't you all think so?"

Ron smirked at her. "Sure, sure." Ron extended his arm to Ginny. "Shall we head out, dear sister?" She nodded and walked with her arm linked with his.

Fred turned to Hermione and smiled lightly. He extended his arm as Ron had done just as when Harry turned to her to do the exact same thing. "Shall we go, my lady?" Hermione smiled.

"Of course."

Harry opened his mouth to object, to say that he was supposed to escort Hermione around Paris, then shut it. He looked down at his feet, then up at the four people who were ahead of them. George was following them, then he turned to look at Harry.

"Coming, Harry?"

Harry nodded and smiled meekly. "Yeah." He walked forward, his hands in his pockets, his head hung low. He felt a bit cold now that Hermione was on his side. He shook his head in frustration, then saw the four of them had stopped and were looking in at a store.

Harry approached them, and saw Hermione's face in a twist of disgust. Ron and Fred, however, were pressing their faces to the glass, trying to get a better glimpse of what was inside. George peered over his twin's shoulder, then pressed his face to the glass as well.

Harry walked over to the girls and then back at the three boys. "What's in there?"

"Half naked girls serving you French food and giving you lap dances and giving them alcohol," Ginny said in a huff, crossing her arms over his chest. "Men." She glanced over to Harry, who was scratching the back of his head, looking clueless. "Aren't you going to go join them?"

Harry shook his head. "I don't like to think of girls like that." He looked back at the three brothers, then shuffled his feet. He saw Hermione smiling at him.

"That's what makes you special, Harry." She blushed as the words escaped her lips. Oh...her lips. Why did Harry have the sudden urge to reach out and brush them softly with his finger tips? Why did he have a urge to press his mouth to hers, into a passionate kiss?

Because you love her.

The voice came into his head again. He didn't try to block it out of his head. He faced the fact. He loved her. He loved everything about her, too.

Hermione looked over to the Weasley brothers and then to Ginny. "Do you think it would be fair to leave them here?"

Ginny shook her head. "No, I don't think that would be a good idea." She eyed them, then turned to Harry. "Can't you do something?"

"What can I do?"

"I don't know!" Ginny said loudly. "Maybe drag them away from that window!"

Harry shrugged and walked towards the window and tapped Ron on the shoulder. Ron held out his hand and tried to bat him away without taking his eyes off the girls inside. "Ron, come on-" Harry tried, but just got Ron's hand again. "Fred, George-" he received the same thing. Harry shook his head, turned around, then heard Ron yelp.

"She wants us!" He turned to his twin brothers. "Did you see her! She wants us to come in!" He turned to Harry, Ginny, and Hermione. "Sorry, you three, but we'll catch up with you later." Ron dashed inside, followed by Fred and George. Ginny coughed.

"With all the nerve-" she cut herself off and took in a deep breath. "Men are such pigs."

Harry glared at her. "Hey, you know, I am a man, and I am standing right here, Ginny."

Ginny smiled. "Sorry! Some men are pigs."

"Much better."

Hermione smiled up at him, and Harry felt like his heart was jumping into his throat, trying to release itself, to give to Hermione. Her brown eyes were twinkling up into his emerald, and her lips were...her lips again. Was Harry obsessed with lips or did she just have perfect lips? They were perfectly pink, with the perfect roundness, and the perfect size and shape. Her lips were full and they looked incredible on her.

Ginny tugged on Harry's shirt collar. "Come on, there's still so much that Hermione and I want to see!"

Harry smiled. "Well, my ladies, shall we be off?" he asked, offering both of his arms out on each side. Ginny took his left side, while Hermione gently took his right. Harry looked down at her, and smiled slightly.

"Yes we shall," she said.

They stopped at an antique store first. Hermione had insisted. And of course, he had let them run inside, while he followed in silently, his head hanging. Of course you let her go in without complaint. Face it. You love her. Harry shook his head. He looked around the store. He suddenly felt like he had been sucked through a time warp.

The antique clocks on the walls were at least a hundred years old, and the mirrors and suck said they dated back to 1825. Harry looked around the many shelves and rooms to find where Ginny and Hermione had been off too. He finally found them in a back room.

Hermione looked up as he entered. "Hey."

He smiled. "Hey." He looked at what they were doing. There were trays of jewelry. Ginny had on an a dazzling star necklace, with diamonds sparkling in the light.

"Isn't this beautiful, Hermione!" Ginny said, touching the necklace. "I wish Draco were here...then he could buy me this." She giggled and picked up a silver tiara with a hanging diamond from the center. "This would look great on you, Hermione." She placed it on her friend's head, then took her shoulders and faced her to the mirror. "I told you."

Harry agreed. Her tiara was beautiful, but something else caught his attention. It was a thin, silver chain that hung down her chest, that had on the end a small, locket heart with a glass rose on it. Harry smiled slightly; it seemed perfect for her. It seemed like the perfect necklace for her, and it was so much like her. Beautiful and fragile. That's why he would have to protector from guys.

From guys that just wanted her for her body.

From guys who wanted to hurt her.

From guys like Ron.

Hermione needed a man like...

Like you. Harry half smiled and didn't object to what had just popped into his head.

* * *

Fred, George, and Ron found them. Harry was in the waiting room, where there was a long, red old carpet that came halfway to the center of the room. Ginny and Hermione were just getting ready to present some antique dresses that they had so wanted to try on.

Ron sat down next to Harry in a huff. Harry turned his head slightly. "Have fun, you three?"

Ron glared at him and turned his head away. Harry shrugged and looked over to the twins. They were both acting the same way. Harry shrugged and looked back to the curtains. He could hear Ginny's mumbling from the other side. He saw a pair of white old heels. Ginny stuck her head out through the opening of the curtain. "Oh! Everyone's here!" She turned back and said something to Hermione.

Ginny walked out, holding herself quiet tall and delicately, Harry noticed. She was in a white lace dress, what stopped in about her mid-thigh. It had aged a bit and turned a light shade of brown, but it still looked quite beautiful.

Ron smiled at his little sister. "You look great, Ginny."

She beamed at him. "Thanks, Ron." She looked at the price tag. "Any one want to give me sixteen thousand pounds?" They all stared at her blankly. "It's what the dress cost. You all are so slow." She turned around in a huff, then disappeared behind the curtain.

Harry could hardly contain his excitement that Hermione was going to come out next. She was going to look beautiful, he knew. She would look like an angle, most likely. He smile slightly has he saw her shadow form behind the curtain.

"Okay..." Harry heard her whisper. Fred and George were looking up as well. Hermione stepped through the curtain and left go of the folds of her dress.

Harry's breath caught in his throat.

She was wearing a breathtaking, ivory gown. Most likely a wedding gown from the nineteenth century. Her hair was tied up back from her face, with small spirals coming down the side of her face and at the nape of her neck. Harry swallowed the lump in his throat.

Fred nudged George in the ribs. He looked at him lamely, then over to Harry. He smiled. Harry looked over to Ron to see his expression was some what the same. He felt an anger rise into his cheeks that he was thinking of her like that! He was her best friend! So are you, he reminded himself. And you're thinking of her that way.

She looked at them oddly. "What?"

"You look great, Herm." Ron said. Harry found his voice as well.

"Yeah, Hermione. You look b-beautiful." Harry struggled to get the last word out of his mouth. She smiled at him, and twirled around.

"It's quite pretty, don't you believe?" She smiled at the boys and Ginny came out again, still in her lace dress. "It's very expensive though." She smiled slightly. "Well, I'm going to go change before I ruin it some how and have to pay for it." She turned around right before music began to play.

"What is that?" Fred asked in disgust.

Ginny put her hands on her hips. Her white gloves came up to her wrists. "It's waltz music, you git. It's a very beautiful dance and very romantic. Which one of you boys knows how to dance?"

All eyes turned to Harry.

Harry looked at them all blankly. "What?"

Ron grinned. "Oh, come on, Harry! You're the only one who knows how to dance like a muggle! I had a bad experience with that type of dancing at the Yule Ball."

Harry bit his lip, and looked back from Ginny to Hermione. "I don't really like too..."

George smiled. "Oh come on! How about this, since Ginny will drag Harry onto the dance floor and kill him," he winked at his little sister, "we let Hermione and Harry dance. They're the only ones who grew up around muggles, so they should know how to dance."

Ron gave Harry a push. "Go on, then. Show us what you two got."

Harry stumbled to his feet while Ginny huffed down into the open seat. He walked uneasily toward Hermione, who was tying her hands in small knots behind her back. Harry smiled at her, and bowed slightly. "May I have this dance, my lady?" He extended his hand to her to take, knitting his brows in concentration. He tried to remember each step perfectly when Dudley was trying to learn the different kinds of dances for his school one summer.

"You certainly may," she whispered. She took his hand, and Harry drew her close. He clasped one of his hands in hers, and rested his other at her waist, his fingers lightly grazing the small of her back.

Harry took a step backward, noticing how she swept easily with him, and suddenly it all came back to him. Where to step, the counts, everything. He remembered how the man in the video gripped his dance partners too firmly around the waist, and grinned hips a bit too much.

Ginny smiled slightly at the sight of two people moving that swiftly. Harry came to the conclusion that Hermione had been taught to dance by either a private teacher, or someone who was quite good at dancing.

Harry felt her even breath on his chest, and just then noticing that while waiting for the girls to come out with their dresses on, he had rolled up his sleeves to his elbows and unbuttoned his collar a bit to allow a bare neck and a small port of chest peek through. He smiled slightly, resting his head lightly on top of hers. For some reason, Harry felt like he was flying...higher...and higher...

George leaned over to his twin and whispered, "So?"

Fred smiled slightly. "I think this was a brilliant plan, my dear brother."

Harry looked down at Hermione and smiled. She lifted her head off his chest and smiled slightly at him. He liked how her brown eyes were always shinning, how they looked so moist, even though she wasn't crying or anything. He just liked that. "Hermione...?"

She stretched her fingers on his shoulder. "Yeah?"

"I..." he paused, catching himself. He couldn't say it NOW, could he? NO! "That's a gorgeous dress." He finally said. She smiled at him. "It looks beautiful on you."

"Thank you, Harry." She smiled, and rested her head back on his chest. Harry smiled too and started to go back into his dream land.

After Hermione and Ginny had changed clothes again, they decided they would all go back to the hotel to each lunch (not wanting a repeat of what happened yesterday). As the girls were changing, Harry quietly swept back into the room where he found Ginny and Hermione trying on jewelry. Very carefully, he picked up the small silver locket from the shelf. He checked the price, and his eyes grew wide. That was awful a lot for a necklace.

Mr. Weasley had exchanged a great deal of his new earnings at Gringotts. He had given some of it to Harry, and Harry had immediately given Mr. Weasley the correct change back in Wizarding Money. He pulled out the paper notes from his pocket and quietly went up to the check out counter. The woman looked at him strangely, then smiled.

"So, who's is thiz for?" she said. "Perhapz a nice female friend of yours?"

Harry felt color rise into his cheeks. "Well, yes, sort of." He looked at her scanning it, and handed her the correct amount. "Could you put it into a nice jewelry box?" She looked at him, then to the wall of boxes behind her. "Er-that one-" he pointed to a nice black velvet box that looked like it was perfect.

She reached up and took it, and placed the necklace carefully inside of the box, and handed it too him. "Would you like a recite?"

Harry smiled. "Yes, thank you." She handed him a small piece of paper, and he stuffed it into his pocket and along with the box. He turned to her. "Have a nice day."

He turned around and smiled as the rest of them were walking around the corner. Ginny heaved a sigh of relief. "There you are! We've been looking everywhere for you!"

Harry smiled. "Here I am." He walked towards them, and took Hermione's absent side. She smiled and him, and he smiled back, feeling his insides melt into pools at his feet. "Well," he said after a moment of staring at her, "I'm starving! Let's get back to the hotel so we can eat."

Fred, George, and Ron's stomach's all growled. "Hear, hear!" They all dashed for the door.

The way walking back to the hotel was in almost complete silence. Harry felt Hermione hand sometimes brushing against his, and he felt that spark jump again. He hadn't felt it when they were dancing. He felt like he was floating then. But now, he felt, and almost saw, and tiny spark jump from her hand to his. It took all his courage not to just lean against her and take her hand in his.

"I'll be there in a minute," Harry said. They had reached the hotel lobby and Harry wanted a moment by himself. "See you."

Harry rode up to the seventh floor and took out his plastic hotel key to unlock their door. As soon as he entered, he knew the maids had already come. The room smelled clean, it looked clean, and it felt clean. He smiled, and then kicked off his shoes and looked in the mirror.

He saw himself staring back. He pulled out the recite, looked at it, then threw it into the waste basket. He wasn't going to return it. He was going to give it to Hermione, weather he told her how he felt or not. He took out the box, opened it, and sighed. It was beautiful, but it looked better on her than in a box.

He set it on the beau top and sat on his bed. Face it, Harry Potter. You're in love. Harry couldn't help it. But in some way, he felt happy.

I know, he thought, then pressing the box closed and shutting it into the drawer, thinking that if Fred Weasley ever tried to flirt with her again, he might be loosing a head.

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A/N: Hey guys! AH, I know, it took me forever to get this chapter out! But I have like 6 tests in like the past 3 weeks! Cut me some slack, I tired really hard! Please, R/R, I'll love you guys forever (hehe, I already do, but I'll love you guys more!!) But seriously, this chapter really doesn't have a point, it was for FLUFFY uses only. Hehe, thanks for being patient guys! I know exactly where I'm going from now, seo you can expect a new chapter about ever week! Harry said he was in loooove!!! Hehe! Harry-I'll shut up now.

Four down, seven to go! Stay tuned for Chapter 5-I feel like Dancin'.

Later Babes~

Kate