2 years gave someone a lot of time to grow. Someone that she had a nine-month infatuation with while she was in school. Someone who apparently knew of her infatuation and was now seated directly in front of her.

Hermione slid behind Fleur's stretched figure, closing her fingers over the spine, her fingers brushing the veela's. Fleur spun around rapidly, face scrunched, ready to reprimand whoever had violated her space. Seeing it was Hermione, the look quickly changed, and a rosy blush and a shy expression took its place. "Merci, 'Ermione," Fleur said, her accent thick on her tongue.