EDIT: Changed the dialogue between Harry and Fleur in an attempt to make Fleur's accent more prominent.

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Harry, Ron, and Hermione stood to the side, watching as Fred and George strutted up to the Goblet of Fire. The twins had boasted that they had found a way to bypass the age line that Dumbledore had placed, and the trio, along with most of Gryffindor house had accompanied them to see.

As Fred, then George entered their names into the Goblet, there was a momentarily lapse of breathing in the room. Moments later, the twins smiled and raised their arms in victory. The spectators began to cheer.

All of a sudden, the red haired boys were blown back against the wall, and landed in a heap on top of each other. As the crowd saw what happened, they began to laugh, for the twins were now sporting some Dumbledore-esque beards. The boys just grinned good naturally and took a bow.

Then, the headmaster himself walked into the room, and the students quieted. However, the pressure that had been steadily increasing with his entrance dissipated as they saw the old man chuckling, his eyes twinkling.

"I trust that this will dissuade many of you to not attempt to enter your names into the tournament?" Dumbledore said.

There was much hasty nodding. Dumbledore gestured for the twins to follow him. "Come, boys. To Madame Pomfrey." With that, the crowd dispersed, leaving Harry, Ron, and Hermione still eyeing the goblet.

Ron sighed, with a dreamy look in his eyes. "Imagine, Harry. All that money and eternal glory." The boy turned his head to Harry expectantly.

Harry just shrugged. "I've got enough trouble for a lifetime. I don't need any more, and besides, I don't really need the money."

Ron ignored him, and looked back at the goblet. "You know what I'd buy with all that money? I'd buy the Chudley Cannons. Build them from the ground up. Make them unstoppable. They'd be the best team in the English League! We'd win the cup every year! You and me Harry, we would be the general managers! Just imagine, us in our office, with dozens of trophys, and all of those women throwing themselves at us..." Now Ron was almost shaking with excitement, jumping from one foot to another.

Harry too was swept in the idea of owning a Quidditch team, and was almost to the same level of fervor that Ron was, but Hermione quickly put a stop to that kind of thinking, shaking her head and pulling the boys away, muttering something about how she was the only sane person in Hogwarts.

As the trio headed to the Gryfindor Common room, Harry realized that his school bag was not on his body, so telling his friends that he'd be right back, he quickly walked towards the room the goblet resided in. As he entered, he saw that his bag was in the same place as he left it, and picked it up. The bag wasn't properly closed, however, and much of his school books came tumbling out, and Harry, cursing, began gathering them up. As he did so, his mind started drifting, and he couldn't help but recall a certain blonde haired, blue eyed girl. Harry sighed. He was smitten with the girl and he didn't even know her. He ruefully smiled, and again began focusing on the task at hand. If he didn't hurry soon, his friends might began worrying about where he was. Harry grinned inwardly. He did have a knack for getting into dangerous situations.

When small, feminine hands started assisting him, he looked up, startled. And there she was.

The girl from Beauxbatons. And she was a beautiful as ever. She had on the customary robes that all the Beauxbatons students wore. Her hair was tied back in a simple pony tail, and she wore no makeup, but Harry couldn't help but think he preferred her this way. Natural. And still more beautiful than any girl he had ever seen before. Harry, unable to tear his eyes away, just watched rather numbly as she gently placed his books back in his bag. The two then just stared at each other for a moment, until a loud chortling nearby struck them out of their reverie.

Harry straightened quickly, his face turning a bright shade of red as he looked at the person who laughed. It turned out to be another girl, with brown hair, also apparently from Beauxbatons, as shown by her robes. Harry felt somewhat stupid, as he hadn't even noticed she was there, as he had been so focused on the girl in front of him.

"Well, well, well. Fleur, should I leave?" The brunette said, with a roguish grin.

The blonde girl couldn't help but blush as well, but she did a much better job than Harry at playing it off.

"Non, I was just 'elping 'im gather 'is things." And with that, she stood up, as did Harry, who was still rather out of it.

"Suuurrre." The brunette replied, rolling her eyes. "Well, I am 'eaded back to the carriage. I will meet you there?"

The other girl just nodded, so the brunnete walked away. The blonde looked back at Harry. Her eyes furrowed in concern. "'Arry, are you all right? You do not look so well."

This caused Harry to think. Did he feel okay? He was rather light headed, and his stomach felt as if it was doing backflips, but it was not a bad feeling. If anything, it gave him a sense of exhilaration. So, he shrugged, and trying to keep the conversation going, he said, "So you know who I am?"

Inwardly, Harry groaned. He sounded like a pompous ass. However the girl beside him just chuckled softly.

"Oui. Who does not know the famous 'Arry Potter? Your exploits are quite well known in France as well."

At this, Harry blushed even more, but he persevered. "I'm sorry, but I'm at a disadvantage. You know who I am, but I don't know who you are."

"Ah, 'ow rude of me. My name is Fleur Delacour."

Harry racked his brain, trying to think of something to say to continue talking with this girl. He was getting a pleasant rush, just chatting with her, and he didn't want it to end.

"So, did you enter the tournament?" Again, Harry mentally smacked himself. Why else would she be here if she was not attempting to compete?

However, Fleur did not seem to think the question was stupid. "Oui. My friend and I were both entering while you were gathering your things. You did not even notice as we placed our names in the cup."

Harry just rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "Yeah, I was just kind of thinking."

"About what?" She prompted.

"Oh, er, nothing of importance. So! Your friend seems...um...rather nice." Harry couldn't very well tell Fleur that he had been thinking of her.

"Ah. Adrienne is, how do you say...a free spirit. She is always finding the 'umor in such situations, and she usually has a smile on her face. She is a dear friend." Here, Fleur had smiled herself, as if remembering fond memories. "Still, she does tend to irritate people. At Beauxbatons, the professors sometimes cast silencing charms on her, because she could not seem to stop talking during a class."

Harry chuckled along with Fleur. "You seem very close to her."

Fleur nodded. "I have known her since I was a young child. My father and her father both work in the French Ministry, and she would come over often. She is my best friend."

Here, there was a pause. Then Fleur asked, "And you, 'arry? I have noticed that you tend to be around two people. Are you three very close?"

At the mention of them, Harry grinned. "Yeah, Ron and Hermione are great. They're like my brother and sister." Harry did not notice that Fleur let out a tiny sigh of relief when he described Hermione as a sibling. Continuing, Harry said, "We've been friends forever. They're the best mates I could ever hope for."

Hearing the obvious affection that Harry had for his friends, Fleur smiled. He just seemed so genuine that she was having a hard time not hugging him right there.

"So, what's Beauxbatons like?"

Harry stumbled into the Gryffindor Common Room, exhausted. Almost immediately, he was assaulted by both Ron and Hermione.

"Harry! Where have you been?"

"Yeah mate, you've been gone for hours!"

Harry trudged over to the fireplace, his friends right behind him. Dumping himself onto an armchair, he turned to the two and just grinned lazily. Both Ron and Hermione looked at him warily.

Ron leaned over to Hermione and whispered, "What's wrong with him?"

Hermione whispered back, her eyes still on Harry, "I don't know. But it must have been powerful magic. Look at him! He's grinning like mad."

Ron strode over to Harry and shook him. "Who did this to you, Harry? Was it Malfoy? It was Malfoy, wasn't it. When I get my hands on that git..."

At this, Harry just laughed, which, if anything, alarmed Ron and Hermione even more.

"Guys, it's fine." Harry said, still with a relaxed grin on his face.

"How is it fine, Harry?" Ron exclaimed, now pacing back and forth. "Malfoy cursed you! And now you're acting like some love struck fool!"

"Well, I did meet a girl..."

Ron stopped pacing, and Hermione's mouth opened in shock, and they both said in unison, "You what?"

"Yeah...I met her while I was getting my bag...she was there, entering the tournament, and she helped me gather my things, and we just talked..."

Hermione quickly checked the time, and said, "For three hours, Harry?"

"Has it been that long? I hadn't noticed." Harry replied. And Harry truthfully hadn't. Time had flown between the two of them, as he and Fleur had traded stories about their lives. Harry telling her about his various adventures at Hogwarts, and Fleur telling him about her experiences going through Beauxbatons and living in France.

Ron, who had been following a different train of thought, said, "If she's entering the tournament, she has to be at least seventeen..." At this Harry just nodded. "And she goes to Hogwarts? No? Durmstrang?" When Harry shook his head again, Ron chortled and thumped him on the back. "I didn't know you had it in you, Harry! A French girl... wait, no, make that a French woman!"

Hermione swatted Ron on the arm and turned to Harry. "I think it's great that you're meeting new people. And think of the benefits of being close to someone from Beauxbatons would be! You could learn so much! I hear that the students their take their OWL's sixth year instead of fifth. I wonder if..."

Harry just looked at Hermione with fondness, even while he zoned her out. Hermione was being Hermione and Ron was being Ron, and he wouldn't change that for world. As the trio finally drifted off to bed, Harry couldn't help but think, that today had been a very good day.

Adrienne was still awake as Fleur bounces into their room. The two bunked together in the carriage, which was enchanted to be much larger on the inside than it appeared.

"You are still awake? You did not have to wait up for me, Adrienne." Fleur gently chided her best friend.

"How could I not? You've been gone for such a long time, and I wanted to know what happened. So, give me all the details. Was he good?"

Fleur just looked at Adrienne, confused. "Good at what?" She asked.

"You know..." Adrienne then made some crude hand symbols, and Fleur shrieked and threw a pillow at her.

"No, Adrienne, we did not to anything like that!"

Adrienne laughed, and patted the spot next to her on the bed. Fleur huffed, but grudgingly sat down next to her. She leaned back against the wall and sighed.

"I don't know what's happening to me, Adrienne. This boy...this, this man, he is making me do things that no one else has done."

"Like what?"

There was a pause before Fleur began speaking. When she did talk, her tone was quite heated. "Open up! I had known him for approximately ten minutes, and I had told him my life story! It's just so confusing...I told him things only my family know... He was just so easy to talk to, and so understanding..."

"Fleur, don't worry about it. From what you've told me, and from what I've seen, Harry seems like a nice boy; I doubt that he is the type to divulge your secrets."

Fleur shook her head. "But that is not what I'm worried about! I am not the type who acts like a schoolgirl around a man. If you had seen me, Adrienne, you would have laughed. I was giggling. Giggling! And it felt natural...it felt good to just be there, with him..."

Adrienne just looked at Fleur, who looked close to tears. She reached out to hug the girl close. Fleur stayed rigid in her arms, but eventually relaxed, sighing.

"Listen, Fleur, there's nothing to worry about." Adrienne said. "No, don't interrupt. In all the years I've known you, you have never even shown a passing interest in a man, in a romantic way. So I'm glad that you found this boy, and that you can be yourself around him. Because, quite frankly, there are not many people you actually talk too. Truthfully, besides me, how many friends do you have that go to Beauxbatons?"

There was silence, and Adrienne took that as a confirmation. "I know that you have a hard time from the other students. Since you're part Veela, it easy to understand why you don't have many friends. The girls are jealous of you, and the boys drool after you. But Harry isn't like that. While he does seem to get a bit idiotic around you, you get the same way around him. He's good for you, Fleur. You should not be scared of commitment."

After Adrienne's speech, Fleur sat there, and let out a watery chuckle. "You are right, of course. I'm just being silly..."

"No Fleur, you're not being silly. You're just being a girl, for the first time in your life."

Adrienne just laughed as Fleur thumped her with a pillow.