When You Look At Me
Chapter 1:
Excitement filled the Great Hall as the newly arrived students began to take their seats. The visitors from Durmstrang were coaxed over to the Slytherin table by Draco Malfoy who was eager to make himself acquainted with Viktor Krum; the star seeker from the Bulgaria Quidditch team. While the very French students from Beauxbatons made themselves comfortable at the Ravenclaw table. Usually, missing out on the opportunity to sit with foreign witches and wizards and learn their fascinating culture would have annoyed Hermione Granger, but in this particular instance she was secretly grateful that none of the students choose to sit at the Gryffindor table. She had heard enough of Ron's words of worship for Viktor Krum, who in her mind was just a silly player in an overly brutal game. And on the other hand she couldn't bear to be near the superficial girls of Beauxbatons.
Hermione was awoken from her thoughts of hatred towards the new students from the words of Professor Dumbledore's greeting. As she began to heed her headmaster's words a laugh broke the silence of the Great Hall. Hermione's head whipped around instantly to the culprit of the interruption. 'Typical' she thought, it was one of the girls from Beauxbatons who still had a scarf wrapped tightly around her, concealing her face. Hermione shook her head in anger at the girl, wishing she could have had a better look at her face so that she'd be able to scowl at her in future.
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'Comfortable and enjoyable' Fleur thought to herself before mistakenly laughing out loud. She cut the laugh out as quickly as possible, before in embarrassment looking down in her lap, hoping to Merlin that nobody heard her. Almost instantly she could feel a pair of eyes on her, nervously she looked up to meet a pair of dark chocolate eyes burning through her. As she met the gaze a strange feeling swept over Fleur. Her face began to boil up, her stomach felt empty and her eyes became fixated on the girls, not ever wanting to look away. Shamefully for her, the brown haired girl obviously didn't feel the same, turning away angrily. Fleur gulped, unsure at what had just happened. She suddenly felt very self-conscious, something which she had also never felt before, and began to look around her as if expecting that everyone else had just noticed what had happened. Of course no one had, except herself.
Fleur let out a sigh, being quite confused and slightly annoyed. 'What had just happened?' she thought to herself. Suddenly food appeared before Fleur breaking her out of her trance, and the hall erupted into chatter. "Lucky no one can see your face with that stupid scarf on!" Her friend Marie laughed at her. "I doubt it would have been a good first impression, laughing at their headmaster" She grinned. "Hmm yeah, probably right" Fleur replied back in French. A Chinese girl across from Fleur gave her and her friend a confused look, herself unsure if they knew English. Sensing this Fleur decided to introduce herself "Bonjour, my name is Fleur Delacour" she said friendly while finally taking her scarf off. "And yours?" she inquired. "Ooh, um Cho, Cho Chang" the girl replied nervously, stunned by the French girls beauty. "Ow very nice to meet you Cho" Fleur smiled, trying not to make herself seem intimidating, as many girls found her to be. As her friends began to also introduce themselves to Cho, Fleur reflected on what Marie had just told her 'She's probably right' she thought to herself. She hadn't made a very good first impression, and for some reason she couldn't bear to have the brown eyed girl think badly of her. Without really thinking she got up and made her way over to the girl.
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Hermione couldn't help but laugh, Hagrid always seemed to be getting injured by his creatures and she couldn't understand why he still insisted on having them. 'He must really love them if he doesn't mind getting hurt by them' she thought to herself, reflecting that she'd never been in such a dilemma. At the moment a weird feeling came across her body and she felt a strange presence behide her. Turning around expecting a ghost, Hermione was startled when she met a pair of big deep blue eyes. She had never seen anything like it. She felt herself become lost in them. The girl spoke to her but Hermione heard none of it, as her ears started ringing. Realising that her mouth was gaping she closed it and tried to compose herself. It seemed that Harry had answered for her and the girl leaned across the table past Hermione to a bowl of bouillabaisse which she picked up. Hermione couldn't help but inhale the scent of the girl. It was beautiful, euphoria. As if the girl realised this she gave Hermione a knowing smile before walking back over to the Ravenclaw table. Hermione's eyes followed her the entire way there, only then did she realise that that this girl was a student from Beauxbatons and that her silvery blonde hair was... "Perfect" Hermione silently mouthed.
"Bloody Hell, She's a veela!" Ron yelled, bringing Hermione back to reality. Anger filled her as she stared at Ron's blank expression, his eyes directed at the girl, and his mouth wide open. She wasn't sure why this anger filled her but it was intense. She felt betrayed if anyone else looked at the girl. Why? She could not explain, Perhaps the girl was a veela, and this was why Hermione felt such a strange way. 'But veela's have no known affect on females' she thought to herself. 'But what else?'