At the not-so-tender age of thirteen, Fleur Delacour allowed her first kiss to be taken by a younger boy with the name of Julien Courtemanche – the son of a lord. He was only four and a half at the time but thought of himself as very popular; especially with older ladies. Fleur only kissed him to stop Gabrielle crying because Julien had kissed her first.
"Il a pris mon premier bise!" Gabrielle had come running up to her sister as fast as her small legs could carry her, with tears streaming down her face. Julien had not been far behind and had only just managed to stop himself from knocking Fleur over as she bent down to scoop up her three year old sister.
Even after a twenty minute conversation containing songs, compliments and presents, Fleur had not been able to comfort her little sister about the fact that her very first kiss had been stolen from her.
"Peut-être… Vous pourriez l'embrasser aussi? Il pourrait me faire sentir un peu mieux…" Gabrielle had suggested and Fleur had hesitated. Few were aware that Fleur had not yet given up her first kiss – most believed that, due to her beauty and her somewhat bossy nature, she would have kissed a boy long ago. Fleur wasn't quite so sure why she was hesitating so much; he was only four and a half, surely it didn't matter?
"Fleur… s'il vous plait…" Her little sister whispered and Fleur had sighed and given in, leaning down to peck the obnoxious toddler on the lips before she gave him a good scolding about kissing people he shouldn't be kissing. It had angered her greatly when he had just smirked at her and tottered off back to his mansion. Enraged, Fleur had scooped up Gabrielle and carried her into their villa, lecturing her little sister about whom she should and should not be entertaining the company of.