A/N: Okay so this was written for the Unrequited Love Challenge and is quite short. On a different note did anyone watch the Doctor Who Christmas special? I cried t'was sad, and also Sherlock is in 4 days! Exciting!

Rating: T

Pairing: One sided Fleur/Harry

Word Count: 608 (short, I know)

Disclaimer: Me own nothing.

Fleur Delacour knew she was pretty, knew she was almost irresistible; so why did she have to fall in love with the only boy who could resist her?

As a part Veela, most boys felt naturally drawn to her, but not him. He just walked past her, like he didn't notice her.

She could remember clearly the first day she talked to Harry Potter not including the incident after the names had been called for the Triwizard Tournament. It had been a hot day, and Fleur had the usual gaggle of boys around her; she'd grown used to it, after all it wasn't like it was an uncommon occurrence.

Harry may've been three years younger than her but Fleur didn't really care. He had the most beautiful eyes and was a mystery. Fleur liked mysteries and it was different to have a guy who wasn't throwing himself at her feet.

Currently she was by the lake with a goblet of water; she was not spying on him, he just happened to be there. He was with a friend, a female friend, Fleur had heard the rumours that Harry had ended up in an argument with another friend over the fact he had ended up in the tournament. Yes, Fleur pretended to be cold to him but in reality she knew that Harry couldn't have entered himself in; it didn't take a genius to work it out after all, Dumbledore was a powerful wizard no one could've stepped over that age line.

Fleur was so lost in her own thoughts that she didn't notice when Harry started to walk towards her, or rather she bumped into him, whilst still holding the goblet of water- which ended up down the front of Harry's robes.

"I am trés sorry," Fleur remained cool on the outside but she was panicking on the inside.

Harry just gave her his cute awkward little boy smile before saying "It is okay, I was hot today anyway."

Normally Fleur would take that as a boy trying to badly hit on her but Harry was so innocent and sweet that she knew he didn't mean it like that. It didn't matter that she didn't know him very well.

She was going to reply but then he walked away with his bushy haired friend, before she got the chance to say anything.

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Fleur was used to getting what she wanted but sometimes even she knew that what she wanted wasn't always going to happen and in this case it wasn't.

The way Harry Potter could just so casually dismiss her was something Fleur was not used. No one had ever done that before. He was the first and that caused a waterfall of tears to fall, because the one thing she wanted above all else was the one thing she could never have.

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The Yule Ball had arrived.

Sure, Fleur's date (she thought his name was Robert possibly Roger something) was handsome but he adored her and therein lay the problem. Sometimes Fleur really hated her genes.

Anyway, the current desire of her affection was sitting next to his date, a pretty girl whose name Fleur really did not want to know- not now, not ever.

So, yes Fleur was in a bad mood, a very bad mood and after eating did not feel like dancing although Robert- no, Roger it was definitely Roger- insisted.

"Where's your Christmas Spirit?" he had said playfully.

But right now, Fleur was asking herself the same question and she knew the answer was simply that she was enamoured with a certain emerald eyed boy who would never return her affections.