For the sake of keeping my life somewhat easy, Fleur will not have a French accent.
Harry stood alone on the covered bridge, leaning on the bridge and looking over the edge at the valley below. The sound of rain hitting wood was met with the occasional footsteps of people walking behind him.
"You are not planning to jump, are you?" A new sound added to the others. Out of the corner of his eye, he could catch a flash of light blue clothing under a jacket and blonde hair. A Beauxbatons student. She was leaning on her elbow and looking at him.
"With my luck, I'd probably survive." Harry continued to look down, not bothering to see who it was he was talking to.
"What do you mean, your luck?" The voice asked.
"I'm very hard to kill. Harder than most."
"Someone sounds a little confident in himself." Harry could hear the smirk in his partner's voice.
"I do, don't I?" He chuckled. "But it's not like that, not even close."
"What do you mean? Being hard to kill seems pretty nice."
"It's less of a perk and more of a..." Harry struggled to find a word.
"A curse?" Harry detected hints of somber tones in the voice.
"Yeah, something like that. I've been through a lot in my life, been near death more times than most other people. But something -probably this curse- always bounces me back and returns me to the land of the living."
"I know a thing or two about living with a curse." The girl turned and rested both elbows on the wooden frame of the bridge. Neither looked at each other.
"How so?"
"You could say that I'm attractive, I'm really attractive."
"Someone sounds a little confident in herself." Harry echoed her earlier statement.
"Shut up." She lightly slapped his arm. "As I was saying, I've had to live with this my whole life. Just like you, it's more of an affliction than an advantage." Harry still did not look at her, but remained still and completely attentive. "My whole life, I've had boys lust after me for my body while girls envied me for all the attention I received. I didn't have very many friends growing up. Thankfully, my family and a handful of people who saw past my beauty were there to support me. But even with all the support, not very much has changed. Men still chase me while women look at me with disdain. I haven't even kissed a boy before!" Harry froze when he heard her confession, he was sure she did too. "Too much?"
"Just a tad."
And then he heard her harmonious laughter. Combing with the patter of the rain, it had to be one of the most beautiful things he had ever heard. He couldn't help but join in.
"Look at us, two cursed people laughing in the rain." Harry said after they had both calmed down. He finally turned to look at her, only to find nothing.
Hearing laughing and feet hitting the wood behind him, he turned again only to catch a glimpse of her as she rounded the corner. She was fast.
And he didn't even get to ask her her name.