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Hermione and her captain, Oliver Wood, reached the Gryffindor common room. On a couch sat Ginny, Harry and Ron. They were waiting for her. Hermione said goodnight to Wood and went to her friends.
"Hey 'Mione. Where were you? We were about to go look for you." Ginny said as Hermione sat down with them.
"Sorry. I got side-tracked." She said.
"You use to only think about books and spells, now it's that and quidditch." Ron said.
Hermione took a deep breath. She wondered if that had to do with her fairly recent change. She seemed to be taking a liking to it ever since she shapeshifted for the first time. If she were to guess why she loved quidditch so much, it might be because her inner lion liked the chase, the adrenaline, the competition. The predator inside her especially liked to play against Slytherin because they were violent. It was like play-time for her inner lion.
"I guess so. But do not deny that you love the game as well Ronald." The brunette Gryffindor said.
Ron threw his hands up, "I'm not denying it!"
Harry smirked, "You should be happy that the Gryffindor team has someone like Hermione."
"I am!" Ron argued.
"Then what are you saying?" Ginny asked.
Everyone was looking at him with a smile. They loved to tease him.
"Never mind!" He said, throwing his hands in the air. "I'm going to bed." Everyone laughed.
It was late at night when Hermione snuck out of the school and headed to the forbidden forest. She was dressed in a white tank top and blue jeans.
The night was cold and merciless as the icy wind blew. Clouds could be seen moving across the moon, temporarily shielding the moonlight.
Hermione took a sip of bottled water. The brunette took off jogging, running around the forest, keeping her mouth full of water; never swallowing it. When she needed to breathe, she stopped and she spit the water out, creating a spray. She was breathing hard, eagerly trying to get needed air for her lungs.
Hermione ran every night. She found that it helps calm her inner lion. Sort of like burning off energy.
Hermione took another mouthful of water and did the process all over again. She did this for about an hour when she heard a noise. She looked behind her and saw a shadow.
The shadow appeared to be walking closer to her. Hermione was on guard, ready to fight. That was one of the reasons why she chose to run in the forbidden forest. Many dangerous creatures lurk around and it gave her a chance to spread her legs.
The shadow was close now and Hermione was about to transform in her lion form when she saw that it was Fleur Delacour. The brunette's body relaxed.
Fleur smiled when she saw Hermione. "I did not know students were allowed to roam in the forest after hours." She said.
Hermione realized that her mouth was still full of water and that her cheeks were puffed out, probably making her look ridiculous. She turned around to save Fleur from seeing her spit out her water. She didn't want to be impolite, besides it was embarrassing. She took in eager breaths and looked to Fleur again. "We're not."
Fleur quirked an eyebrow. "Really?"
"I was just going for a run." Hermione said. When Fleur just continued to stare at her, Hermione smiled, "I know you have questions so I will answer them to the best of my ability."
Normally Hermione wouldn't but she actually liked being in Fleur's company. If this was a way for her to spend time with her, she will take it.
The blond nodded, "Okay." She stepped closer until they were a few feet apart. "Before I forget to ask, why did you spit out your water?"
Hermione looked away and smiled, a little embarrassed. She looked into Fleur's beautiful blue eyes, "Well… I didn't want to breathe through my mouth when I run."
When Fleur looked confused, she laughed. "I mean if I put water in my mouth, it forces me to breathe through my nose, which will make my lungs expand. So, it's best to put something in your mouth." When Hermione finished, she notice Fleur smirking and she knew that the blond was having less than innocent thought when she said 'putting something in your mouth'.
Hermione brought her hand up to her hair and brushed it, a bit embarrassed. She quickly tried to fill in the awkward, at least for her, silence. "Plus, it helps build stamina. I can now go for a couple hours doing aggressive and hard activity and not need to stop to take a break-" Hermione stopped when she saw Fleur's smirk grow. Apparently, that sentence was helping Fleur's dirty mind either.
The Gryffindor Seeker decided to just let it drop and stop while she was ahead, "Right. You had another question?" She said, fighting the blush.
"What are you doing in the forest at this time of night?" She asked, curious.
Hermione shrugged, "Running."
Fleur shook her head, "I mean why at this time? You can do it in the daytime."
Hermione took a deep breath, "I don't know. Sometimes I like night better." Hermione was unsure if she should tell her that she also had a less chance of seeing the staff. Hermione didn't know Fleur; she was a stranger to her. She wasn't completely sure she could trust Fleur.
"And the clothes?" Fleur asked, undressing Hermione with her eyes.
Hermione smiled, flattered at Fleur. "They're easier to exercise in."
Fleur eyed her clothes curiously, "I have never seen them before."
"They're muggle clothes." Hermione answered, a little hesitant. She didn't know how the blond felt about muggles.
"Were you muggle-born?" She asked coming closer and rubbing the fabric of Hermione's tank top in between her thumb and fingers.
The brunette swallowed hard as she felt Fleur's soft fingers lightly touch her skin.
"Yes." She answered.
Fleur looked at her and smiled, "Do not worry so. I am not one of those witches who disapprove muggles. I actually think they are quite interesting."
Hermione smiled in relief.
Fleur turned her head and looked off into the distance. She shifted her gaze back to the Gryffindor and smiled sadly, "I have to be going but I will see you tomorrow." She promised.
When Fleur started to walk away, Hermione rushed to her and grabbed her hand, stopping her. "Wait! You didn't answer my questions."
Fleur smiled and turned to her, "Ask me tomorrow." She said with a wink.
Hermione woke up to someone shaking her violently. "Hermione! Hermione!"
She grumbled and turned over, placing her pillow over her head.
"Hermione! Get up! Oliver wants to see you!"
Hermione flashed back to the events of her and Fleur. She couldn't nor did she want to stop the smile forming on her lips. She thought about how she would be able to see the blond again. And that's all that she needed to get up.
In the next chapter, Hermione and her team practice and guess who visits? lol Anyway, the next chapter will be longer.
By the way, I'm working on another Fleur/Hermione story. Reason being is that I just can't get it out of my head. Hopefully once I write it down, I will get some relief.