Author Note: I know rarely do these but I want to thank all of you fo your support. I'm sorry for the small cliff-hanger I left it on last time, but it was Christmas. I hope you enjoy, please R&R.

Fleur stared at the great black dragon now residing in the enclosure. She was the largest and most vicious looking of the three dragons Fleur had seen. A small part of Fleur was grateful that she hadn't gotten that dragon, but a sudden wave of guilt smothered that feeling. Harry had just stepped into the enclosure. Fleur only then realized how skinny the boy was. His robes, instead of being fastened were parted. She could still see his muscled shoulders, but his torso was thin, he almost looked skeletal. He gazed around turning slightly on the spot. His green eyes fixed on her for a single, tantalizing moment. A small smile graced his lips, and then his gaze found the Horntail. She glared suspiciously at Harry, her beady yellow eyes narrowing as he raised his wand.

"Accio Firebolt," Harry's voice echoed in the silence of the crowd. Suddenly Fleur understood his plan. She heard Harry's broom before she saw it. It swooped through the air, hurtling towards its owner. The Horntail's head moved as her beady eyes followed the Firebolt through the air. Harry too stared at the Firebolt, his nerves fading quickly. It came to an abrupt halt next to him, hanging in the air, waiting. Harry wasted no time in swinging his leg over the broom and kicking off. The crowd erupted with cheers as Harry began to soar upwards.

His robes rippled out behind him as he flew through the air. He looked truly at ease in the air, as the wind rushed through his hair. All his fear seemed to be gone from his face; instead it had been replaced by large, broad smile. He spun round in the air and looked at Horntail guarding her eggs. A calculating expression crossed his face and then, to Fleur's horror, he dived. She wasn't the only one, Hermione shrieked when Harry plummeted towards the ground. The Horntail's mouth opened, ready to engulf Harry with fire. A jet of fire shot from her mouth filling the space where Harry would have been. But Harry had swerved away with apparent ease.

"Great Scott, he can fly!" Bagman bellowed, as the crowd shrieked and gasped. "Are you watching this Mr Krum?"

The dragon's jaws reopened again and Harry dodged. This time he was less lucky, he avoided the flame, but the huge, black tail whipped up to meet him. There was a great groan from the crowd as one of the great spikes ripped through Harry's robes. Hermione screamed, but the noise was muffled by her hands. Harry didn't seem to notice as he zoomed behind the dragon, a grin spreading across his face. She followed his gaze and realized he was staring at the eggs.

"She doesn't want to take off," Fleur told Cho, as Harry began fly higher. He was moving this way and that, staring at the Horntail's writhing head. Her yellow eyes glared at him and her fangs bared. Her head rose, her neck stretching to its fullest extent. Fleur knew what Harry was doing, and she had to admit that it was brilliant.

She sent another jet of fire at him, but he dodged it easily. He was taunting her, trying to force the dragon to chase him. Her jaws reopened yet again, and then she reared. Her huge wings unfurling, and the, now revealed, golden egg shone in the sunlight. And that was when Harry's trap was sprung. He dived, pelting towards the ground. His eyes full of determination as he shot towards the cluster of eggs. Both the crowd and the dragon were shocked by Harry's sudden change of tact. Fleur realized, with a small gasp, that both Harry's hands were off his broom, reaching for the golden egg.

Time seemed to stand still as his hands clasped around the cold metal of the egg. With a huge spurt of speed he was soaring over the stands. The golden egg held under his uninjured arm.

"Look at that!" Bagman yelled, as the crowd screamed and applauded as Harry flew over them. "Will you look at that! Our youngest champion is the quickest to get his egg! Well, this is going to shorten the odds on Mr Potter!"

Fleur saw, for the first time, dragon keeps rush forwards to try and subdue the Horntail. Her anger seemed to radiating from the beast as she roared in displeasure. Fleur wanted more than anything to get to Harry and make sure he was alright. She tore through the stands, as she noticed that Harry had landed. Three of the Hogwarts Professors had already reached him and had begun to congratulate him. One of them was also the gamekeeper who had been attending to the carriage horses.

By the time she had reached the spot where Harry had been, he was already in the medical tent. Hermione was right behind her, being followed closely by the red haired boy who had been with Harry when she had first seem him. The three of them hurried towards the tent they knew Harry would be in. Fleur was the first to burst through the tent flap and clap her eyes on Harry. He looked rather disgruntled, the rip in his robes revealing only clean, uninjured skin. She sighed in relief, her fear ebbing away.

"'Arry, I'm so glad you're alright," Fleur cried throwing her arms around him. She felt him hug her back, if only lightly. She withdrew quickly when Hermione spoke behind her.

"Harry, you were brilliant!"Hermione said squeakily. Fleur took in the fingernail marks on her face where she had been clutching in fear. "You were amazing! You really were!"

"Harry," the boy said from behind Fleur. She whirled round and noticed the serious look on his face. She was slightly taken aback. In the few times she had been in his presence he had stared gormlessly at her. "Whoever put your in that Goblet – I – I reckon they're trying to do you in!" Fleur stared at him, quite bewildered by his words. She glanced at Harry and could see the anger in his eyes.

"Caught on, have you?" he asked coldly. "Took you long enough." If she hadn't seen his lips move she wouldn't have believed it had been Harry who had said that. She had never heard that type of coolness in his voice. She had grown used to the caring, soft tone he used around her. The boy opened his mouth and Fleur saw the anger fade in Harry's eyes.

"It's OK," he said before the boy could get his words out. "Forget it."

"No, I shouldn't have..."

"Forget it," Harry repeated, more forcibly this time.

Hermione burst into tears.

All three of them looked round at her, the tears were falling freely down her face as she stared at the two boys.

"There's nothing to cry about," Harry told her, looking as confused as Fleur felt.

"You two are so stupid," she shouted stamping her foot against the hard ground. Before Fleur knew what was happening Hermione had flung herself onto the boys, and then fled from the tent. Fleur feeling it was best to leave before the red haired boy noticed her followed Hermione out of the tent.

"'Ermione," she called looking around quickly for the bushy haired girl; she wasn't too hard to find. She stood by the enclosure's fence talking to a red haired man, who could only be her friend's brother. Hermione's head shot up as she heard her name. Her tear stained cheeks glowed with a slight embracement as she spoke.

"Fleur, sorry, it's just..." Hermione dissolved again into tears leaning against the fence for support.

"Ron's been a bit of a prat," the red haired man said smiling at Fleur. His arms were muscled, one had large shiny burn on. He had a good natured face, and offered Fleur his hand. "Charlie Weasley,"

"Fleur Delacour," Fleur said shaking his hand. "What did 'e do?"

"He's a bit jealous of Harry," Charlie sighed as he glanced at the judge's desk. "You know Harry right?"

"Oui," Fleur confirmed, her eyes never leaving Hermione's face.

"Ron hasn't been talking to Harry, ever since his name came out of the Goblet," Charlie told her, "But, judging by Hermione's reaction, they've made up."

"'E was jealous?" Fleur asked, not sure why she was shocked. She didn't know Ron but he was Harry's friend. Surely he knew that Harry didn't want any of it. Even Fleur had managed to understand that.

"It comes with being from a large family," Charlie said as Harry and Ron stepped out of the tent. The two boys were smiling as though nothing had happened. This only caused yet another wail of frustration to escape from Hermione's lips. "Hermione was trying to get them to talk to each other," Charlie said explaining Hermione's current condition.

"Fleur," Cho shouted happily as she joined the three of them. "What's up with Hermione?"

"Don't ask," Charlie warned, "The judge's are about to show their scores." Fleur, Cho and Hermione all stared up at the table, awaiting Harry's scores. Maxime started once again, raising her wand to reveal her score, a large number eight sot out of her wand. The crowd applauded, obviously pleased with her fair score.

"At least she's not like Karkaroff," Cho muttered angrily, glaring at the Durmstrang Headmaster. Crouch scored Harry a nine. Fleur, even though she was competing against Harry, couldn't stop the smile spreading across her lips. She knew, in her heart, that he had done better than all of them. Even though he was only fourteen he had done more than she ever could.

Dumbledore smiled, his blue eyes twinkling slightly as he raised his wand. The long silver ribbon bent itself into a large number nine. The crowd were on their feet by now, Harry was doing better than any of the other champions on the first three judges.

Fleur glanced at Harry before Bagman gave his score. Harry's face was alight with happiness. Ron was cheering with the crowd, obviously eager to make up for his mistakes. Harry just looked glad to have his best friend back, and still be in one piece. Fleur felt a sudden burst of anxiety fill her. What if Harry didn't need her anymore? Might she have been a replacement for Ron? She knew that Harry wouldn't do that, but she couldn't help but worry.

"Fleur, you alright?" Cho asked concerned.

"I'm fine," she lied trying to smile. Cho looked like she was going to argue but Bagman had raised his wand. A large number ten erupted from the wand tip, the crowd flew into a wild frenzy. But the smirk curling onto Karkaroff's lips prevented her from celebrating.

"Bet you it's a four," Fleur heard a voice whisper behind her.

"Nah, it's got to be a three, sickle?"

"You're on,"

Karkaroff raised his wand, the smirk widened. A large number four flew from the wand. Almost instantly the crowd began to dispute his decision. Shouts of anger filled the enclosure, but Fleur heard the curse behind her.

"Charlie!" she heard the two voices shout. Two red haired boys stepped quickly past Fleur to shake Charlie's hand. They were twins, and undoubtedly Charlie's younger brothers. They had identical grins on their faces as their brother shook their hands. "Hermione!" they exclaimed shaking Hermione's hand as well. She smiled sadly at the twins.

"Fleur, Cho," Hermione said pushing the twins away gently. "This is Fred and George, don't ask which one is which."

"Hermione," they erupted, in mock surprise.

"How can you-"

"Not tell us apart."

"Charlie, it's brilliant to see you," they asked looking at Fleur. It only happened in a second, but Fleur recognised the misted over eyes, and slack jaws. But almost instantly the smiles snapped back onto their faces.

"You too," Charlie beamed. Fleur's mind drifted away, from Charlie's voice. She wondered what Harry would do now that he had Ron back. He had opened up to her in the past few weeks, said he knew how she felt. She wanted more than anything to believe he would not betray her, but a small part of her thought he would.

While she had been fretting over what Harry would do, the boy himself had walked over. She only noticed his presence when Fred and George practically cheered his name.

"Harry, that was brilliant," they said in unison when he had greeted them. He just smiled at them but looked intensely at Fleur.

"Are you alright?" he asked softly so as the twins wouldn't hear. She didn't know whether to lie or not. Her insecurities were taking control. When she didn't answer he spoke again. "Fleur,"

"Are we still friends, 'Arry?" she asked quickly, surprising herself. She stared at the ground, his stunned silence increasing her fears.

"What do you mean?" he asked confusion filling his voice.

"You 'ave got Ron back now, you don't need me anymore and..." she was speaking quickly her words falling out of her mouth before she could stop them.

"Fleur, look at me," he said cutting her off. His voice did not sound angry or upset, she could only detect, the concerned voice, she had become so used to. She felt his hand gently push her chin up so as their eyes met. She only realized that she was taller than him. She never paid attention to it, it didn't matter to her. But her mind was picking up little details in Harry's features, looking for any doubt. But she couldn't find any, just concern.

"'Arry..." she started, not knowing what to say.

"Fleur, don't explain, there's no need. You're still my friend, you always will be. Just do me favour, don't doubt our friendship again, alright?"

"I zink I can manage zat 'Arry," Fleur smiled in relief. His words ignited a happiness she had not felt since Gabrielle had been born. He meant so much to her, he was the first man she could trust to see her. She had come to rely on him, he was her lifeline, the friend she'd never had. But she had him now, and that was what mattered.

"Hey you two," Charlie said tapping Fleur on the shoulder. "Harry that was unbelievable, you tied in first place with Krum. Listen, I've got to run, I've got to go and send Mum an owl. I swore I'd tell her what happened. Oh yeah! They told me to tell you you've got to hang around for a few more minutes... Bagman wants a word, back in the tent." With that Charlie ran off into the crowd.

"Let's go and see what he wants," Harry said walking slowly towards the tent. Fleur noticed that he had his golden egg under his arm.

"Fleur, your egg," Cho said pressing the egg into Fleur's hands. She smiled her thanks and quickened her pace to catch up with Harry. Cedric and Krum were waiting for them outside the tent. They were talking in hushed voices, but both smiled when Harry reached them. Krum didn't smile, his scowl just receded slightly.

"Good one, Harry. You too, Fleur," Cedric said his smile only half revealed because of the bandage covering half of his face.

"You weren't bad yourself," Harry said letting Cedric lead them into the tent. Bagman was already inside, bouncing on the balls of his feet. The boyish smile was back, but Fleur didn't mind it anymore. She was so revealed by Harry's word, and being alive that she didn't care.

"Well done all of you!" Bagman shouted jovially, as though he had just got past a dragon completely unscathed. "Now, just a quick few words. You've got a nice long break before the second task, which will take place half past nine on the morning of February the twenty-fourth, but we're giving you something to think about in the meantime. If you look down at those eggs you're holding, you will see that they open... see the hinges there?" Fleur looked down and ran her finger across the hinges that ran along the middle of the egg. "You need to solve the clue inside the middle of the egg - because it will tell you what the second task is, and enable you prepare for it! All clear? Sure? Well, off you go, then!"

Fleur glanced at Harry, he was smiling, probably glad not to have to worry about the tournament for a few months. They left the tent and rejoined Ron. He gawped at her for only a second, it made her skin crawl. In the weeks she had spent with Harry, Cho and Hermione, she had forgotten how normal people reacted to her. She sighed slightly as the three of them walked out of the enclosure. Harry was telling Ron what Bagman had told them.

When they reached a small clump of tree, Rita Skeeter leapt out from behind a tree. Her acid-green robes and quill blended perfectly with each other. Her smile was shifted from gleefully to predatory as she saw Fleur.

"Congratulations, Harry, and you as well Miss Delacour." she beamed at them both. "I wonder if you could give me a quick word, either of you,"

Fleur was trying to keep her temper under control, but Harry had a small glint in his eyes.

"Yeah, you can have a word," he growled savagely. "Goodbye."

Together they set of towards the castle.