Hey y'all! This is my first FleurMione fic… I BADLY SHIP THEM! Oh, the beauty! English is not my first language and I don't know much about Harry Potter so please bear with me and feel free to correct me.

DISCLAIMER: So.. some parts of this story is mostly based on all FleurMione fics I've read out there. So if you find some similarities please, I beg you, don't torture me. My poor fragile heart won't take it. Just think that those stories were far too amazing that it influenced my work. I do not own Harry Potter and Co. If I owned it then FleurMione would've happened.

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CHAPTER I – VEELA'S LOVE

I was 12 when i popped the question to my grandmother .

"Grandmere, us veelas, when we meet our destined one, how do we know it? How does it feel?" My grandmere just smiled. Like she was already expecting me to ask that particular question then she began to answer;

"My little Fleur, when you meet your mate, that moment, as soon as your eyes meet you will know that he or she is the one. Your heart, your thrall, every fiber of your being will recognize that person. You'll feel the time stop. Your heart will stop beating. And when it decides to beat again, it will not be the same as it was. Your mind will be flooded with that person. And you'll feel like nothing else matters than your need to be with your mate.

This love that us veelas have, it will either make us whole or break us. You will fall so hard little one, and if our chosen accepts us and the love we offer then we will be the happiest. .. If not, *sigh* but fear not my dear Fleur. What's not to love about you? You're beautiful, smart, skilled, and you have a very good heart. Your mate will surely fall for you."

"How can you be so sure grandmere? What if my mate doesn't really love me back and is just affected by my thrall?" Fleur asked.

"Ma petite, what you should know is that our chosen, they're not affected by it. That's what makes it special." Her grandmother answered earnestly. "Oh, dear. Look at the time. It's past your bed time Fleur,. Run along now. We'll continue this another time"

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5 years later…

Fleur was nowhere near ecstatic when she got out of the Beauxbaton's carriage. The chilly wind instantly welcomed her. She shivered. She was not used to this kind of weather. She looked at the gloomy old castle before her. What is she doing in this dingy place? Oh yeah, the 7th year students of their school was qualified and was invited to join the Triwizard tournament. A magical contest held between the three largest schools of magic. Some of the tasks performed in this competition was said to be dangerous for the participants and only the brave hearted would enter their name in the Goblet of Fire, the "impartial judge" that selects the competitors by spitting out their name in a rush of red flames. Once selected, the participants are subjected to a binding magical contract in which they cannot back out and this year, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was the host of this competition. Great. They had to stay in this creepy school for a year. A year! Her hands are starting to get cold. She looked at her classmates. They're already huddled up close. As if gathering each other's body heat would help them fight the cold. She shook her head. Clearly, they weren't prepared for this. Well she was. Since she was said to be the smartest in her class and knew exactly that she needed to bring warm clothes with her. She was after all, Fleur Delacour. She's never unprepared, but they needed to stick with this damn silk uniform. Their professor, Madam Maxime said it will give an impression. What impression? Since when is gritting teeth and complaining about the weather in front of the other students considered to be a good impression? Again, she shook her head and cast herself a warming charm. There. . That's better. . She was pulled out of her thoughts when she felt somebody nudge her shoulder.

"How come you're not freezing woman? Merde! Why eez eet so cold 'ere?" Her best friend Adrienne asked.

"I just cast a warming charm, that's all." She shrugged.

"Could you tell me why I never thought of that? Really Fleur. If I was stranded on an island and I get to bring one friend with me, it would definitely be you. You'll really come in handy, you smart arse!" Adrienne exclaimed.

"I hope what you just said wouldn't happen in the near future... And I'm not really smart as you

all say. . Perhaps there are times that I think a little bit faster than you." Fleur answered.

"Ah! Such a humble mademoiselle. . It's still the same!" Adrienne replied.

"No it's not. . ." Fleur countered.

Adrienne didn't stop debating until they reach the entrance to the castle. Fleur sighed as she

stationed herself behind her professor in front of the large wooden doors.

"Welcome to Hogwarts it is. . ."

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After they were introduced by the bearded old man that looks like a hobo, they proceeded on to their seats at the Ravenclaw table. Before she came to Hogwarts she found out in the book she read that the students in this school are sorted into four different houses. Those who are born of pure blood and ambitious are sorted in Slytherin. The loyal ones, in Hufflepuff. The smart ones, in Ravenclaw. And the brave ones, In Gryffindor. As she was walking to their table, she felt a strange pull. Like something is urging her to look at the left side of the hall. So she took a glance in the said direction and found the most perfect pair of brown eyes staring (well, more like glaring) at her. The moment their eyes locked, it's just like what her grandmere said. Literally, her heart stopped beating. She was stunned. Glued to the spot. She felt like nothing else mattered but that beautiful bushy haired girl seated at the gryffindor table that was meeting her stare. Her inner veela screamed with pure joy. Her strong need to get close to the girl instantly took over. Now all she wants is to run towards the girl, kiss her cute pink lips, run her fingers through her untamed locks, take her right then and there and let her scream her name with pure pleasure. Her pheromones are all over the place affecting every male being inside the halls. She was so in to the moment that she didn't notice she was walking towards the girl's direction until she felt someone grab her arm and pull her,

"Fleur? Fleur. What eez zee matter? Your zhrall is acting up. Zis eez not good. Fleur, talk to me." She regained her senses when her sister shook her shoulders.

"Gabu…" she uttered, still dazed.

"Fleur, what's wrong? This has never happened before. Eet's not like you to lose control. Are you uncomfortable? Are you 'urt?" Gabrielle asked worriedly.

As soon as she regained her senses she managed to speak.

"Gabby… I think… I think I found my mate."

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