DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter, or any of it's affiliates. Nor will I own Harry Potter in any chapters published preceding or succeding this one. I am not J.K Rowling, and I never will be. If I was, I'd use all that money to buy myself a lifetime's supply gel-ink pens. God damn, those things write smooth.

The next morning, After much poking and prodding, a slightly annoyed Harry marched both Ron and Hermione down to the Gryffindor table, where the two French girls were already sitting. Seeing them, Hermione blanched, and abruptly slowed, but Harry continued to funnel her towards the table. Ron attempted to bolt for the entrance, but Harry grabbed him too. He plopped both of them down at the bench and glared at them. "Well?"

The two looked properly chastened as they turned to look at Fleur and Adrienne, who looked slightly amused. Both lowering their heads, they said simultaneously, "We're sorry."

Harry frowned at them. "For what?"

Hermione shot him a dirty look before intoning with Ron, "For being rude."

Harry smirked in satisfaction. He glanced at Fleur, who was nodding politely at them. Adrienne was eating again, having lost interest in the conversation halfway through. Ron and Hermione continued to sit, looking uncomfortable. Harry grinned and began piling his plate.

Harry sighed in contentment as he patted his belly. Fleur giggled as she threw a slice of toast at him. He gave a cry of mock outcry, and threw one back. The two went back and forth, throwing increasingly larger items of food at each other, all the while laughing like children. Adrienne just sighed as they did so, instead opting to open up a copy of The Daily Prophet. She glanced at Ron and Hermione, who were busy gaping at the scene.

"You get used to it after a while." She said wisely to them. "Ze are too busy flirting to actually realize ze are flirting." She flipped a page of the newspaper. "It is actually kind of sickening how cute ze are."

"So are they... You know... A thing?" Hermione asked hesitatingly. Adrienne lowered her newspaper so she could stare at Hermione.

"Why?" She asked suspiciously, her eyes narrowing.

"What? Oh, no reason... I'd just like to know, is all."

"My, my, Hermione. You would not happen to have a crush on our dear 'Arry, would you?"

Ron, who had been taking a sip of his juice, began choking. Harry, distracted, slapped him on the back a few times before returning his attention back to Fleur.

"What! No, that's not what I meant... I mean, Harry's not an unattractive... Wait, no! No, I don't have any feelings for Harry... He's like a brother to me!"

Adrienne grinned wickedly. "Whatever you say, 'Ermione." She stood up. Harry and Fleur broke away from their conversation to look at her quizzically. She gestured towards the entrance. They nodded, and after Harry bid Hermione and Ron a quick goodbye they left, leaving the other two behind.

"So, shall we go to class then?" Hermione asked Ron tentatively. He merely grunted an affirmative and stood up to leave. Hermione sighed in exasperation before following.

The following few weeks were some of the best of Harry's life. He spent most of his time with Fleur, with Adrienne sometimes joining them. Harry reveled in the fact that he act as Fleur's tour guide, showing her some of the more interesting spots of Hogwarts. He had even shown her The Marauders Map, which she had exclaimed over. She had insisted on spending half an hour just poring over the thing, occasionally saying how this was such an exemplary example of magic. It was amusing to see how she had tried to figure how the enchantment on it worked.

"But how? Did ze makers cast a Hominem Revelio spell on ze castle? ... Zat does make some sense... But how did ze make it track every student around the school? Wait, what if..."

And that had continued on for a while, before Fleur had thrown aside the map in a huff, crossing her arms. "This is impossible!" She looked up to see a grinning Harry, and unconsciously smiled back at him. The two had happily spent the rest of the day together, aimlessly walking around and talking.

And they did a lot of that. It sometimes surprised Harry how easily it was to hold a conversation with Fleur. Before, the only girl he actively talked to was Hermione, and that usually consisted of Her reprimanding him for not doing his homework. But with Fleur, he talked about anything and everything. Their chats ranged from the differences between Beauxbatons and Hogwarts, the pros and cons of British food, and the controversial topic of house elves. It amazed Harry how similar their viewpoints were.

But still, there were some things that bothered Harry. And that was Ron and Hermione. Even though he had sort of patched up the relationship between his friends, there was still a frosty air between them. Whenever he brought the group together, it usually consisted of awkward silences.

But besides the tension, Harry was having fun. And a lot of that was due to a certain blonde French witch.

The excitement in the air on Halloween was palpable. There was an incessant buzzing in the Great Hall; it seemed no one could remain silent. Besides him, Fleur was slowly growing pale. He looked at her in concern.

"What are you so nervous about?" He asked her. She turned to him, and he realized that she couldn't seem to keep still. Under the table, her feet was tapping incessantly, the sound lost underneath the general din around them.

Fleur leaned in close so he could hear her. "What if I do not get picked?!" She whispered in a panic. "All zis, for nothing!"

Harry took her hand and squeezed it reassuredly. There wasn't really anything he could say to that, but Fleur seemed to appreciate the gesture, as she visibly relaxed.

Every student immediately stopped talking as Dumbledore stood up. He gestured to the Goblet, which was residing in front of the professors' dining table. The flames seemed to be growing ever brighter, soon becoming almost painful to look at.

"I do believe that it is almost ready to choose our champions." The old man said. He waved his wand once, in a wide, sweeping motion, and all the candles blew out, making the only visible light in the room the Goblet. Everyone waited, eyes fixated on the up, waiting for the first selection.

And they did not have to wait long. Only moments later, the Goblet began to shake on the table it was on. It's flames turned red, and sparks were emitted, causing some students who were close to it cry out in shock. The flames rose up, extending a couple more feet, and a tendril of the fire extended. A burnt piece of parchment flew out of it, and Dumbledore, with surprising dexterity, caught it between his long fingers. Behind him, the flames of the Goblet reverted back to its whitish blue color.

Dumbledore read from the paper in a clear, loud voice. "And the first champion is..." There was a pause as all students leaned in expectantly. "Victor Krum, from Durmstrang!"

There was a loud roar from the Slytherin table where the Durmstrang students were situated. They began banging their fists on the table, creating a loud, reverberating thud throughout the hall. They collectively added their voices together, and shouted, "KRUM! KRUM! KRUM!" Krum stood up and acknowledged the applause, before heading through a door to the right of the staff table.

Dumbledore raised a hand, and silence fell throughout again. Focus was returned to the Goblet, which was once again changing colors to red. Another tongue of fire... A charred piece of paper... Dumbledore once again caught it-

"And the champion for Beuaxbatons is Fleur Delacour!"

Harry clapped madly along with the rest, a grin almost as big as Fleur's on his face. She stood up and began walking towards the champions' room, but turned back as if she had forgotten something. She quickly walked back to Harry, who looked puzzled, and gathered him up in her arms and squeezed him as hard she could. A moment later, she let go, a radiant look adorning her features, and gave him a quick peck on the cheek before rushing past Dumbledore and the other teachers.

Harry, his face very red, turned to the other people at the table, who were eying him with various emotions. He ducked his head, trying to get away from their attention, but Adrienne, who was sitting next to him, began cackling madly.

Harry groaned, and held his head in his hands. He almost missed the Dumbledore announcing the next champion. "-of Hogwarts, Cedric Diggory!"

Cheers erupted from the Hufflepuff table, and Cedric just smiled good-naturedly as he rose to join the other champions.

Dumbledore clapped his hands together and beamed at the rest of the students. "So! We have our three contestants! I hope you will give your entire support to your respective school's champion. You know, that does play a big role on how well-"

But nobody was listening. All attention was on the Goblet, which was once again a burning red. Another long flame shot out, and another piece of parchment followed. Dumbledore grabbed it, seemingly without thinking, and stared at the name in his hand for a long while. There was complete silence in the hall.

Dumbledore cleared his throat, and read -

"Harry Potter."

A/N: Damn, it's been a hella long time since I've updated. (Sorry about that 'hella', I've been bumping Macklemore so much that I now talk like him. Cold ass honky. Oh, no, somebody stop me!) School and work keep on finding ways for me to keep busy. But never fear, new chapters are being produced as we speak! And as always, reviews are appreciated.