Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from the book. All I own is the character Camille created by me.
Author's note: Gabrielle is a few years older in this story and it's in her first year. Any possible grammar mistake it's all my fault. If you find any please tell me and i'll happily correct it. I'm still trying to grasp the concepts of Fleur's accent, but it might take a while till i really get it. Hopefully it will be soon.
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"Did you see her? Did you see her?!" Ron exclaimed excited.
Hermione and Ginny rolled their eyes, whereas Harry simply smiled, exhausted.
"Well as far as I know we still have eyes Ron, so yeah we did see her." Ginny answered, annoyed with her brother's antics.
The group was on their way to the common room after the introduction of the Beauxbatons and Durmstrang students. While most of the group was tired and wishing for their beds, Ron wouldn't stop running around talking about the foreign girls. With one in particular.
"She's so beautiful! Wow, I mean, wow. Did you see how beautiful she is? And I swear I saw her looking at me, it was just for a second, but she looked" Ron continued.
"I'm sure she did Ronald. A little more and she would have burnt a hole through your head with her eyes." Hermione said.
"Really, mione?" Ron had a hopeful look in his eyes.
"Of course not, Ronald. Now, could you please, shut up?"
After that Ron kept quiet for the rest of their walk, what Hermione was very thankful for. Ron's rambling about the blond French girl was making her mad. She had seen. She saw her from the moment she walked into the room. The blonde captivated her with every movement, every sigh, even if she wouldn't admit it.
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The next morning the Gryffindor common room was packed, as most students chatted before going to their classes.
"You're bordering obsessed now, mate." Harry commented.
"He is still going on about her? Really, brother, she's not all that." Ginny said from the sofa by the fireplace.
"You're a girl. Girls don't get these things." Ron said.
"Ginny, have you seen 'mione? She's never this late to come down." Harry changed the subject before things got heated.
"Hermione is not upstairs Harry, and hasn't been for quite a while. I thought you guys knew" Ginny said looking confused.
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"Hey!" The brunette girl shouted.
Hermione screamed nearly falling from the bench. In front of her, sitting on a broom, was beautiful brunette girl with her blue eyes curiously watching Hermione.
"Are you insane?!" Hermione shouted recovering from the scare.
"Are you deaf?" The girl asked back.
"You scared me to death!"
"Not my fault, I have been calling you for ages. It must be something really interesting what you're thinking about…"
"I was reading if you must know" Hermione replied showing her book.
The girl laughed, coming down of her broom and sitting next to Hermione.
"That, girl-who-I-have-no-idea-what's-called, you certainly weren't. I've been here for a while, and I can attest that those pretty eyes of yours didn't stop for a second on that book." The girl stated smirking.
Before Hermione could express her indignation she realized what the girl had said and turned a bit red, but that only lasted a brief moment as she regained her composure.
"I was thinking about what I had just read."
"You're really going to keep with that?" The girl said with an amused smile on her face.
"Ok, maybe I wasn't reading." Hermione admitted.
"Now we're talking…"
"Hermione Granger"
Hermione put her book aside and extended her hand. The brunette happily took it.
"It was a pleasure to meet you, Hermione Granger."
The girl got up again picking up her broom and moved behind the bench where Hermione sat.
"You're leaving?"Hermione asked.
"I'm afraid so, my friends might be wondering why it's taking me almost twenty minutes to recover one ball" She replied.
She picked up a small ball from the grass and lifted up to show Hermione. She got back up on her broom and said:
"I'm Camille Dumont. From Beauxbatons as you must have noticed. See you around Hermione Granger" And took off back to the carriage.
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"Here is your ball, Delacour." Camille said throwing her the ball.
"And ze name?" The blonde asked.
"Hermione. Hermione Granger. You're not worth a penny, Delacour"
Camille sat on the chair across from Fleur, the usual smirk on her face. Fleur looked back at her with an even bigger smile on her face.
"I was merely curious."
"Well now you're not anymore, so leave the kid. You got a hundred others at your feet, why not them?"
Fleur stared at her best friend for a long time, studying her features. Something wasn't right; her best friend had never been against any of her romantic interests.
"Do you like 'er, Camille?"
"Not at all, but this one actually seems like it's worth something. And I know how they get after you're through with them… She's a good girl, Fleur. Find somebody else." Camille said.
Fleur's smile was replaced by a more serious look. She understood her friend's words. She knew she was right. She didn't have a nice record, but she believed she wanted to change. She threw the ball back at Camille who looked confused.
"It's different zis time."
"Isn't it always?" Camille said not hiding her disappointment. "Fleur it's the same-"
"We 'ave classes now. Madame Maxine would kill us if we arrived late in our first classes." Fleur interrupted Camille and got up to gather her books.
Camille followed her not surprised by the change of subject.
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"Class dismissed" Flitwick said and watched as the first –year students, both native and foreign, packed their things.
The class went well. The classroom had been more packed than usual, with students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrangfilling the room. He was happy that the first day of classes was over and everything had gone well. Or so he thought. As soon as the doors were open he heard the screams. All sorts of fireworks invaded the classroom and he heard spells being cast, but nothing strong or very harmful.
"Oh dear" The professor ran through the back door as he heard the noise outside.
And out there chaos had ensued. The youngsters tried to escape as the older ones fought back. The battles were clear: home versus away, and Hogwarts had the element surprise on their side. No professor was seen through the corridors and staircases as countless spells, potions and some rare student on a broom flew by. The corridors where professors such as McGonagall and Snape were had spells casted on and were being mainly avoided.
Outside had become the main base of the foreign students, as inside the walls of the castle they were in clear disadvantage. Hogwarts students focused on the main doors as the Beauxbatons and Durmstrangs tried to get their friends out.
"Camille! What is going on?" Fleur shouted at her friend who was flying in her direction.
"My scouts say it's a prank gone out of control. Some redhead boys messed with a Durmstrang group and here we are." Camille said calmly.
"Great, count on some idiot to…Wait, you have scouts?!" Fleur exclaimed amused.
"It's more like your scouts, really. If any second-year boy come talk to you just tell him you're very thankful for his works. You'd be surprised what these kids do for you" Camille said smirking.
Fleur shook her head in amusement. She looked around, everyone preparing for some sort of impending confrontation: checking spells and making quick potions. She saw a group of scared first-years and remembered something.
"Gabrielle? Camille, where is Gabrielle?"
Camille looked around and found no sign of the youngest member of the Delacour women. She flew above the group and still no sign of her. She then came back to where Fleur was waiting.
"Mini-you is not here. There's still a group inside, she might be with them."
"Get zem 'ere. Get 'er 'ere."
"I just love when you're so polite, Blondie. It must be a French thing." Fleur glared at her "So charming. I'm on it. Just count on the hot girl to slave the exchange student"
"Camille!"
"Going, going"
With that Camille flew into the school with Fleur and other Beauxbatons covering for her.
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"Tarantallegra"
A short blond Beauxbatons screamed as the spell passed by her to hit one of the boys from Beauxbatons. She turned and ran away from where the spell had come, passing by the poor boy who couldn't stop dancing. She had been avoiding spells for almost ten minutes at that point and was starting to feel tired. Most of the kids from her class that didn't get out of the castle in time had been caught, and were either dancing or vomiting. She turned a corner and ran into someone.
"There you are"
A girl, not much older than Gabrielle, wearing the Hogwarts robes with green details pointed her wand at her.
"Please, don't" Gabrielle pleaded.
"Don't worry, kid. It's actually kind of fun. Tarant-"
"Expelliarmus!"
The slytherin student fell backwards with the wand out of her reach. From the end of the corridor Camille came flying on her broom with her wand on her hand.
"I'm sure it is."
"Camille!" Gabrielle exclaimed relieved then frowned "What took you so long? She almost got me"
"Got to love them Delacour women. Hop on mini-Fleur"
Gabrielle held on to Camille as she made her way across the Hogwarts corridors back to where her sister awaited. Camille managed to dodge the spells thrown their way and get to Fleur safely. They could see the impatient blond walking in circles.
"Here is your package, madame" Camille said.
As soon as she landed Gabrielle jumped from the broom and ran to Fleur. Fleur held Gabrielle as she told her of everything that happened and how it left her so scared. Camille was happy to have helped her friend, but she had other things to take care of so she set to take off again, not paying much attention to her surroundings. As she left the ground and flew upwards she saw a glimpse of a platinum-haired boy with Hogwarts vests pointing his wand in Fleur and Gabrielle's direction.
"Fleur!" Camille shouted.
"Furnu-"
Fleur turn her gaze from her sister and saw the boy not too far ahead. She knew she was in trouble as there was not enough time to grab her wand, so she grabbed her sister and stood in front of her.
"Expelliarmus"
Draco's wand flew out of his hand and he fell to the floor. Crabbe and Goyle looked frightened as they stared at the person who performed the spell. There stood the most famous Hogwarts trio: Harry, Ronald and Hermione. The latter with her wand pointed at Draco and his friends. Hermione slowly put down her wand as she stared into Fleur's eyes. Eyes that stared right back at hers.