Perhaps.

Perhaps her efforts weren't enough. Perhaps she hadn't tried hard enough, she worried.

After all, to even stop Hermione's glares she had to rely completely on her intelligence and tailor her social skills to an incredibly high level. It had seemed as if Hermione was aware of what she was doing, and adorably, her aura seemed to always scowl slightly at first, then lighten up in sweet happiness. Very cute. In the end though, interestingly enough, it was almost as if Hermione gave in to her heart, like she wanted to be pulled in and drowned in the pure love Fleur sent out. Never before had Fleur been this curious of another girl. Sure, there had been the occasional crush on one or another, but never like this, never so… Infatuated. At Hogwarts, they had drooled disgustingly like little puppies, trailing behind like multiple shadows, and she was still a teenager, barely escaping puberty. Leering, awful comments of unadulterated lust were constantly sent her way, gusting across the breezes of gossip that floated through the air of seemingly everywhere she went. If not that, then the comments were filled with snide jealousy and false hatred of her supposed perfection, her beauty.

No one had noticed her brilliant grades, 13 'O's in her O.W.L.'s, or that she was sweet and wonderfully kind, and remarkably funny. Hell, she could have been a comedienne, or a brilliant professor, but the only thing people typically noticed her for was her beauty and mild thrall. Yes, sure, she was beautiful, but often that was all people could see her as. She wanted to scream angrily I'M NOT JUST THAT I AM MORE THAN MY HERITAGE. All they ever saw in her was the obsidian exterior, cool and beautiful, indifferent on the outside, aching and weeping hot tears inside. The taunts of 'Phlegm' from the entire Weasley household had definitely hurt, but not nearly as much as it did before her divorce from Bill. They had figured out they were both gay, and mutually separated. The only bitter one, was Molly Weasley, who desired grandchildren sooner, Fleur thought, amused at the thought of bearing children with Bill, who could almost be defined as "too gay to function".

At any chance she could get, Fleur would owl Hermione, and seek out Hermione for a coffee date (was it even that?) as if it were her life's quest to find her.

Once she found Hermione in the noisy shop, Fleur's heart dragged her towards her, like a dog straining at its leash, begging to be released.

She was the one and only. She had to be.

Although both Fleur and Hermione blanched at the thought of true love, and love at first sight, Fleur understood the raw truth of it after seeing Hermione there, quietly sipping her coffee sweetly, with the cutest expression on her face.

She just couldn't help it.