The moment Hermione ran smack into Bellatrix Lestrange in the midst of a war was the moment she knew things were about to go very badly, very quickly. Rated M for more than one reason.

Hermione had always wondered if it was the idea that the French were passionate, or if it was just Fleur herself that shone so brightly, so powerfully like a burning star that Hermione could only stare in wonder before she had to look away.