The first 'Matchmaker Game Challenge' was cancelled, so here is my first piece for the new table :) Harry/Fleur.
Harry shifted awkwardly from side to side, glancing around at the empty courtyard in a hopeless attempt to not be taken in by the blonde in front of him.
He could feel the girl across from him getting irritated at his lack of response, but it seemed rude to not look at her while replying, and that would result in- well, not good things in the very least.
His eyes darted to her quickly, then away again.
"You do realise that I am not immune to your charm right? I will end up drooling all over you like all the rest in the end. Not so good for dancing." his words, although said with a tinge of bitter sarcasm, were serious. The only way he was resisting the pull of her naturally given charm was by not looking at her.
"You are already starting to ignore eet when you look at me." Although Harry was still not looking at the beautiful Veela, he could hear the pout in her heavily accented words at his semi-refusal.
"Yeah- by not even looking at you. Me and my amazing skills, eh?" his words were laced thickly with bitterness this time. This was the trade off he had given for her friendship- do not look at her, and thus do not be taken in by her charm. Be denied her beauty, and gain her friendship. She had been quite surprised and a little bit irritated by his tactic at the start.
"I have faith you will be resistant enough by then." Harry snorted in response. That was a lot to ask of him. Most people- like Ron- couldn't resist the charm even a little bit.
"And if I am not?" He felt a gentle touch on his elbow, and he finally turned to look at Fleur, her beauty radiating out of her. He felt the pull of her charm, and tried to focus his eyes on reality rather than the thoughts which were pulling at his libido.
She stood with her back straight and her head high- Veelas were proud creatures. It was why they had trouble reining their charm in; their creature side revelled in the attention. She smiled lightly at him, and the pull got stronger.
"Pleaze, Harry? I will have the most fun with you." he sighed at her words, knowing he couldn't say no. She deserved someone who had some resemblance of control for the dance.
"Alright. If I start drooling you have to give me some space though, okay?" the pull got too strong, so he looked away again, refusing to be pulled in.
"Merci, Harry!"
Even looking away from the gorgeous girl, her happiness and excitement enhanced her charm enough that he was still having trouble.
This dance was a recipe for disaster, he could tell already.