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Italics = French
At the end of History of Magic, Harry and Cecile quickly went to the Great Hall to get to the others. He couldn't explain it, but through the entire lesson Harry felt like there was a tugging feeling in his stomach, slowly getting stronger, pulling him towards the hall. as he walked, he looked behind him to make sure Cecile was still with him, when suddenly someone came around the corner and crashed into him. The tugging feeling immediately ceased and tension that Harry didn't even know that he had was released from his shoulders.
He looked up and realized that the person on top of him was none other than Fleur Delacour. 'Flower of the Heart... it suits her.' He thought fondly before realizing that neither of them had attempted to move from their current position.
Cecile snickered at them, while they blushingly got up, holding hands the entire time. "Harry wait up!" a familiar voice called right before Hermione stopped, approximately two meters in front of him. She looked at Fleur questioningly, and when the veela smiled and nodded, Harry raised an eyebrow at the exchange, but before he could say anything, Hermione practically jumped on Harry to give him a hug. "Honestly Harry!" She berated him "I know that your bond is new, but you can't just go running off like that after dropping such a bombshell on me!"
Harry just grinned, feeling more relaxed than he had in a long time. "What was all of that about?"
Hermione rolled her eyes at him. "Am I the only person who reads?" She asked "Wait, don't answer that, I don't want to know. Anyways, I did some research on Veela last night after you were taken from the Great Hall, and the book said that veelas could only mate with those who were immune from their allure, and were very proud and prone to jealousy when another female touches their mate, especially right after claiming their mate. So, it's traditional for a female to ask a veela's permission before touching their mate in any way during the first week or so after they've been claimed."
"Well if you knew all of that, why did you make me explain it all during class?!" Harry asked, slightly miffed.
"I wanted to make sure that my information was accurate! I didn't have time to cross reference my facts last night to make sure that they were all true."
"Excusez moi, Mademoiselle 'Ermione. 'Ow deed you know zat 'Arry and I 'ad mated?" Fleur asked anxiously. If it were that easy to tell, Cecile and Marie would have to go back to Beauxbatons, and Gabrielle wouldn't get to visit every month.
Hermione tilted her head in confusion. "You're the only veela, or partial veela, that's here, at least as far as I'm aware. And as you proclaimed to the entire Great Hall last night, Harry is immune to the allure. Plus, you're holding his hand, so I just assumed…"
"You were right, as usual, just please try not to tell anyone." Harry pleaded before a thought struck him. He turned to Fleur. "The others touched me this morning though. Why was that okay?"
"I already gave zem my permizzion." Fleur shrugged
"Why don't you want me to tell anyone about the bond?" Hermione asked "Wouldn't the Professors and everyone already know? You said that Dumbledore had given you and Fleur private quarters, didn't you? And who are these others?"
Harry sighed as he realized that he forgot to explain about the other veela, the Lien D'amour, and their plan to keep it all a secret. "Yesterday-" he began, only to be interrupted by Cecile.
"'Arry?" She asked, completely ignoring the death glare from Hermione for cutting off her explanation. Hell hath no fury like Hermione being denied information. "According to my watch, lunch ztarted 10 meenutes ago."
"So much for sneaking in unnoticed." Harry muttered under his breathe before talking in a normal tone. "C'mon, Mione, we'll explain what happened on the way there." He finished, and as they walked, they did exactly that.
As soon as they walked into the Great Hall, all eyes were on them. Of course, Gabrielle squealing, jumping up from the table, and yelling Harry's name as she jumped into his arms didn't help either. "Hello, Gabby!" Harry said as he settled her weight on his hip, doing his best to ignore the stares as he and the girls sat down next to Marie
"Santa said when we got here that after lunch he would explain what was going on to everyone else!" She giggled happily.
The veelas, Harry, and, surprisingly enough, Hermione all burst out laughing at that.
"You know, Gabby, I never really thought of it that way, but now that you think about it, Dumbledore does remind me a bit of Santa Claus." He grinned at the little girl before turning to Hermione "I didn't know that you spoke French."
"We used to vacation in France a lot when I was little, so I can understand it, but my speech is broken."
"We can work on that." Harry smiled as they began to eat.
"Oi, Harry, what's up with all the hot French birds?" An annoying voice asked. Harry turned to see who it was and wasn't the least bit surprised to find that it was his 'friend' Ronald Weasley. He was mildly surprised that Ron was still capable of cognitive function, but then realized that the girls must have been working really hard at controlling their allures.
"Ron, these young women have names." Harry snapped, frowning. When had Ron become such an ass towards girls?
"Geez, they're just girls, no need to be so greedy." Ron remarked snidely "I guess that it's just not enough for you, is it?"
Harry was bewildered "What's not enough for me?"
"Everything!" Ron practically shouted, his face turning red to match his hair. "You're Harry Bloody Potter, always getting everything that you want. You have money and fame, but noooo, that's not enough for the great Harry Potter, you just have to get the chicks, too! What, isn't my sister good enough for you? Or is she too poor, just because she's a Weasley!"
Insulting Harry was one thing, but bringing his new friends into it was a different matter entirely. And how dare he talk about his Fleur that way, like she wasn't even a person! Wait a second, his Fleur? He shook his head to clear it before glaring at the child who used to be his friend "Listen, Weasley, I don't know what fantasy world you're living in, but I have never been interested in your sister. I don't even know her! And you think I get everything? Bull! Here's a news flash, Weasley, I would give back all of the money and fame if I could have my parents back, even for just one day!"
"Yeah right! You're always doing that. Oh woe is me, the poor orphan Harry Potter. You get everything! You know what, Potter, I'm sick of you trying to make me look bad!"
"I don't need to try to make you look bad, Weasel, you do that all by yourself. And if all you're going to do is sit here and insult me and my friends, you can leave."
"Fine!" Weasley shouted as he got up and stormed to the other end of the table.
Harry slumped in his seat. "Well, thank goodness that's over." He muttered. Hermione just smiled. "Why are you so smiley all of a sudden?" Harry asked bemusedly.
Hermione snorted. "The only reason I hung around him was because he was your friend, Harry. Didn't you ever notice how we were always arguing? I've never really liked him anyways. He was always insulting me, and trying to get me to do his homework for him."
Harry's eyes widened. "You should have told me." He said seriously "I would have made him stop."
"I didn't want to get between you and your first friend." She sighed, looking down.
Harry smiled at her and gave her a one armed hug. "Don't worry Mione, you're my sister, and blood is even thicker than Ronald Weasley's head." All the girls laughed at that.
Their laughing fest was interrupted when Dumbledore stood up and cleared his throat. "Now, as I'm sure many of you have noticed, we have a few more guests from Beauxbatons than originally planned." His eyes started twinkling again. Damn that twinkle! "As it turns out, our very own Mr. Harry Potter is immune to the veela allure, and because of this, has been moved to separated quarters. Now, as I'm sure many of you don't know the significance of this, I will explain. Being immune to the veela allure is a trait necessary in a veela's mate, so Mr. Potter is a potential veela mate. As the nature of the veela does not allow a potential mate to be more than 5 meters away from at least one veela, he will be having a veela escort to all of his classes. That is all."
There were a few moments of silence as this sank in, and as soon as it did sink in…
"YOU'RE JOKING!"
A/N: Don't you just love cliffies? Sorry I haven't updated in a few weeks, the story decides when and what will be written. Please R&R… Seriously, feedback inspires the story's muse and forces it to write faster!
