Summary: Fleur Delacour is transferred to Hogwarts during her sixth year as a witch. Madame Maxime sends her so she can find out all about Hogwart's many secrets before the Tri-Wizard Championship next year. Fleur stumbles upon Oliver Wood, and their relationship is less than perfect. Will Fleur be able to be sly and bring home information to Madame Maxime, or will she find a place for Hogwarts in her heart?

My Funny Valentine

Chapter 1

          Fleur Delacour smoothed down her silk blouse as she approached the scarlet train set for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Her bright blue eyes surveyed the station and she saw groups of families bidding their children farewell for yet another year of school.

          Fleur had no one to say goodbye to, she had left all the people she cared about back in Paris at Beauxbaton. She felt slightly out of place standing at King's Station now, she had just arrived a day ago into London. Now she was off to travel once more and recognized no one.

          She ran a hand through her silvery- blonde hair and sighed. She couldn't hesitate any longer; the train would be leaving in a matter of minutes. She gracefully rolled her luggage over with her and the engineer gladly lifted it onto the train.

          Fleur entered and rolled her eyes at the stares she received from many of the boys already seated. It wasn't that she didn't enjoy attention; it was just that they never wanted to get to know her for her. Everyone just gawked at her because she was beautiful and then made their own assumptions. It was truly the curse of being part veela.

          Veelas were mysteriously breathtaking creatures who could make men drool just by looking at them. It made Fleur always wonder if anyone really liked her or just her looks.

          Fleur wandered towards the back of the train and found an empty section, or at least one she thought was empty. She slid into a velvet seat and glanced out the window then turned to the center of the compartment and saw a lanky red-haired boy reading a paper across from her.

          "I did not realize zer vas anyone in here, I'm zorry." Fleur spoke looking right at the boy.

          "Oh don't worry about it, it's quite alright….oh you must be the new student." He answered looking up through his spectacles.

          "Yez, iz it that obvious?"

          "Only a little bit." He chortled.

          "Did Dumbledore mention me or zomething?"

          "Well not to everyone, but certainly to the prefects."

          "Oh, you are a prefect, of which house?"

          "Gryffindor, I'm Percy Weasly." Percy responded putting out his hand.

          "Oh ver are my manners, I'm Fleur Delacour." Fleur responded gently shaking his hand.

          "It is a pleasure, and what a beautiful name you have…Fleur means flower correct?"

          Fleur nodded and grinned. Percy returned to reading the Daily Prophet and Fleur kept staring at him in amazement. It was the first time that a boy had never told her she was gorgeous in the first five minutes of conversation. He had said that her name was beautiful, he seemed different to her. Not only did he appear very intelligent, but also very caring.

          Just then three other boys burst into their compartment all resembling the fiery hair that Percy had, including freckles spread all over their faces. They must be related Fleur thought to herself as the two twin boys hollered to Percy.

          "Hey Perc, guess what?" One twin yelled then stopped when he caught sight of Fleur.

          "Fred, would you consider keeping your voice to a dull pitch please? Especially since there is a lady present." Percy retorted.

          "I can definitely see that." Fred responded as his twin looked on now.

          "I think my brother means to say that I'm George and his name is Fred. And you are extremely lovely…what is your name?" George piped up and took a set next to Fleur.

          "Uh… Fleur Delacour." Fleur answered quietly.

          "W-We are v-very happy to meet you. I-I'm Ron." The youngest of the brothers said.

          Ron stood next to Fred, almost reaching his height. His cherry red hair was tussled and he held a sheepish grin upon his face. Fred started to laugh at him but then Percy cleared his throat.

          "The pleazure iz all mine Ron." Fleur commented with a smile.

          Ron blushed and sat down next to Percy. Fleur decided that Ron was much less of a threat then his two twin brothers. At least much more innocent and naïve, then the two boys who were now explaining to her about some invention they had created.

          "Where's Ginny Fred?" Percy suddenly asked.

          "Oh she decided to go sit with Harry Potter of course!" Fred cackled.

          "And why aren't you there Ron?"

          "I was just coming to tell you that mom said to be sure to send her an owl as soon as we arrive. I guess I'll be off then." Ron said and with a final glance at Fleur as he ran out.

          "He iz very sweet." Fleur mentioned to Percy.

          "Yes, for a little brother he's alright. If he concentrated on his schoolwork more he would be much better off though."

          "You just want him to be like you…Perfect Percy." George added.

          Fleur in spite of herself let a small giggle escape. Percy gave a fuming look to George and then folded his paper and placed it next to him noisily. At that moment yet another boy entered their compartment and gave a look around.

          "Ah, Fred, George…come meet me up in the second compartment. I have Angelina and Katie already."

          "Right, we'll be over in a minute…hey have you met Fleur?" Fred questioned.

          The boy scanned Fleur up and down before making his final decision. His chocolate eyes seemed unaffected. He ruffled his short brunette locks of hair and then shook his head.

          "I'm Oliver Wood, but most everyone calls me Wood."

          "I'm Fleur Delacour."

          "Oh so you're the French student. What was the problem, France was getting to stuffy for ya?"

          "Wood!" Percy chastised him.

          "What? Am I supposed to be impressed with our new French import?"

          Fleur scowled at Wood and almost had the childish urge to stick her tongue out at him. Wood glared right back at her and for a moment they had an unspoken argument.

          "Wood, let's go now." Fred suggested, pushing him out the door.

          Percy looked to Fleur as if he was about to apologize for Wood's behavior but Fleur stopped him.

          "Well I do not think I will be missing much by not developing a friendship with him."

          "Yeah, he's sort of ruff around the edges, and is completely obsessed with Quidditch."

          "I see."

          "Why did you have to be like that?" George asked Wood.

          "You want me to treat her special just because she is from France?"

          "She is a beautiful piece if I may say so myself." Fred commented.

          "Yes, she certainly is attractive, there is no denying that, but I don't feel I have to accommodate her. Anyway, she seems like one of those types who are only into themselves. I bet she is extremely shallow."

          "Nah, you're making that up." Fred answered.

          The three of them entered the second compartment and gathered around with Katie and Angelina. Shortly after Harry and Alicia joined them and they all had to sit through Wood's beginning of the year lecture. This would be the year they would win the cup.

          After their brief meeting, Wood lay back against the seat and closed his eyes until they would arrive at Hogwarts. For some reason he kept thinking about Fleur, but soon became sickened with himself for such thoughts. Why would he want to befriend a French priss like her? Wood shook his head and then nodded off.