AN: Thanks for all the reviews, even if I don't always answer I do read all of them.

Harry POV

This morning, Harry had potions for the first time since the 'incident' with Daphne. It had been two weeks since that night and Harry had pretty much gotten it out of his mind. But walking down the stairs towards the potions classroom and faced with the idea of seeing her again, Harry suddenly felt very nervous.

To distract himself from the matter at hand, Harry thought back to the parchment he had found two weeks ago.

As soon as he had found it, Harry knew it wasn't his. Knowing only one other person had been here, he immediately deduced it belonged to Fleur Delacour. Out of curiosity he unfolded the parchment.

What he found written in the most beautiful hand writing was surprising to say the least:

Info:

-CPB ds 2sm

-T1 ds 1ms

-YB ds 2ms

-Demenagement

Outils potentiel:

-Mec chelou en vert

-N.L

-Quidditch

idees:

-Jouer au Q? x

-env N.L ? x

-Utiliser MCV?

Etapes:

-att que MCV suis

-ramner vers E4

-att

-faire genre

Obviously, these seemed to be notes for something, which would have been hard enough to understand under normal circumstances, even of the whole thing wasn't in French.

Harry had taken French in Elementary, but he had only learnt the basics. Like everyone else he knew 'bonjour', 'au revoir', how to count to ten and the colors, but that was it. The only words he understood were the ones close enough to English like 'Quidditch', 'info', 'potentiel'. But the one French word he recognized 'vert'. Which he was like 80% sure, meant green.

He had no idea how it all fell together, but he didn't really need to know. It was already intrusive to read the parchment. What if it had been something personal?

He had been meaning to return the parchment to Fleur, but he had only seen her a few times since and the parchment had slipped out of his mind. But this afternoon was the wand weighing ceremony, he would give it back to her then.

As he entered the potions classroom, Harry spotted Daphne already seated at their desk. Sitting down next to her after a quick greeting the two of them sat in silence, which wasn't entirely unusual. However, today it made Harry uncomfortable. He felt they needed to talk and so:

"Daphne about the other night-"

"Look, Potter. Forget it. I made a mistake, ok?"

"Oh. yeah sure."

While Harry's voice was neutral, he was surprised to find he felt a little disappointed. He didn't notice the glare Tracey Davis sent in Daphne's direction. Try to take his mind of the blunt rejection, Harry nervously ran his tongue against the shrunken mandrake leaf stuck on the top of his mouth. Even though the notes said that could accidently break the sticking charm.

The notebook had been very useful, it had taken the Marauders several tries to become Animagi, so they had come across many of the common mistakes. The tips included in the notebook had been very useful. For example, there was a modified sticking charm that made it easier to stick things to a wet surface. They also suggested shrinking the mandrake leaf and using four of them at a time to increase chances of success. Which turned out to be useful as Harry had already swallowed one.

Harry had also been lucky as it was coincidentally a full moon the night he decided to undergo the process and all the ingredients had been sent over by Sirius who had old stashes at Grimmauld place and told him where to find the special dew he would need.

But the most interesting part of the notebook was the legal research the marauders had done. It turned out there were a few exceptions regarding the 'mandatory' registration. For one, members of Noble Families didn't need to register their form, only that they were animagi. And receivers of the Order of Merlin first class, didn't need to register at all. As it turns out he was both.

He learned the Potter Clan was once so rich they eclipsed the Malfoys and the Blacks combined. During that period, they bought their way into high wizarding nobility. Unfortunately, they lost most of their fortune funding the Global Wizarding War against Grindelwald. Of course, they still had money, but much less than back then.

He also learned that he had received an Order of Merlin first class for 'Ending the Wizarding War' back in 1981. All this had caused him to research himself to see if there were other thing about him he didn't know.

He had been in for a fun afternoon.

After the fall of Voldemort and end the war the ministry tried to unite the divided country by launching a grand propaganda campaign starring none other than him. According to them he was some kind of war hero who defeated Voldemort using wandless magic without even realizing, obviously putting a tragic spin on him being orphaned. The way he was described in official communications made Chuck Norris look like a pixie.

Fleur POV

Fleur was leaning against a wall reading a book, not far from the potions classroom. A few hours before she felt Harry was disappointed about something, probably a bad grade from that annoying potions professor. She had overheard him bad mouthing her beloved more than once and deeply disliked the individual.

Anyway having decided she was going to comfort Harry, she waited outside the potions class to 'coincidently' run into him. Perhaps even find an excuse to have lunch with him before the wand weighing ceremony.

In the past two weeks she hadn't felt anything too unusual aside from this morning, indicating he hadn't found the parchment yet. Maybe it had slipped under something? Whatever it was, she hoped it continued long enough for her to get another excuse to get into that room.

The door to the potions room opened and the three failures rushed out. Fleur looked at them hatefully, they still hadn't apologized to Harry and the latter was feeling more betrayed every day they postponed it.

Soon Harry and Daphne walked out. Fleurs eyes narrowed at the blond Slytherin. But to her surprise, an average looking brown haired girl she had come to know was called Tracey Davis, Daphne Greengrass's best friend, grabbed the violet eyed student and dragged her away in the opposite direction.

Torn between her desire to spend time with her mate and her desire to collect information on her rival, Fleur reluctantly chose to follow the pair of Slytherins. Casting an invisibility charm on herself, the Veela sneakily stalked her prey.

Tracey suddenly stopped and pulled Daphne around a corner, looking around to make sure no-one was there before turning to her friend.

"What was that!"

"What? I did what you told me." Daphne answered nonchalantly

"I told you to play it off!"

"And I did…"

"No, you didn't! You shut it down!"

"What do you mean?"

"You fucked up… You should have just acted like nothing happened, not deny it."

"Urg. This is all your fault anyway."

"Don't spring this on me!"

"You're the one who told me to try and talk to him privately"

"Yes..."

"You told me to be bold. And you told me to kiss him if I felt like it."

"NO! No, no, no! I told you to kiss him if the moment felt like it! Not sexually assault him! How could you even think that! Didn't it ring any alarm bells?"

"Of course it did, but I trusted you…"

"Awww- Wait, no! Don't try to spin this on me again! Why would you even have so much trust in me?"

"Trace, you have had 7 boyfriends, going on 8. That's 8 more than me. The same way you differ to me in almost everything because I know what I'm talking about, I differ to you when it comes to boys because you know what you're talking about…" Daphne sighed

"Did you just call me a brainless skank?"

"If you can't tell, then at least the brainless part is true…"

"Hey! Fuck you!"

"This whole thing started because you wanted to screw Zabini. So, no matter what you said or didn't say, it's still your fault."

"Daph, three weeks ago I would have eaten the sorting hat before I believed you were even capable of love…"

For one of the few times in her life, Daphne Greengrass blushed.

"Love is a big word… let's say open to the idea of potentially letting him date me"

"Okay, whatever. This is bad but you can fix it. You just need to-"

"Why should I listen to you anymore? I've been following your advice till now and you suck at this…"

"Oh Really? Then what would you do?"

"Well I would wait. Give him a few hints during the first task and the quidditch match. Then I'd tell him Malfoy was trying to force me to go to the ball with Goyle or Crabbe. Knowing him, he'd offer to take me instead. After the ball I'd kiss him and tell him I lied about Malfoy."

Tracey stayed silent for a few moments before answering.

"Okay, that would work. From now on, it's up to you!" she said putting a hand on her friend's shoulder.

"Now let's go eat."

And with that the two left leaving a literally fuming Veela behind. Barely holding back long enough until the pair had left. A large flare of blue flame scorched the spot the two Slytherins stood moments before.

Harry POV

During lunch, Harry spent most of his time reading the notebook instead of talking to Katie and Hermione, causing the former to pout.

Harry had only 18 days until the first task and still had no idea what to expect, he was hoping that by knowing enough about animagi he could deduce what Fleur was trying to prepare for and guess what she knew.

He had gone through the book cover to cover and still had no idea what to expect. It could be anything from Werewolves to Manticores, or just strong wards. Whatever it was Hermione was right, being an Animagus had dozens of side benefits that made it worth it regardless of the form he took.

However, Harry was still curious. What form would he take? A stag, like his father? A dog, like Sirius? Perhaps he might even get lucky and have a magical creature as a form. Like anyone he hoped he would at least be something cool. He probably wouldn't be able to live well with a toad as his Animagus form.

After lunch, Harry headed to the Wand Weighing Ceremony. Although he was technically early, everyone was already there. He nodded to Cedric and Victor before waving to Fleur who seemed a bit unnerved by something.

He quickly noticed the bi-spectacle blonde and the photographer standing to the side. They were briefly introduced by Bagman as reporters for the daily prophet who were here to do a piece on the individual contest. As soon as he had been given permission, the photographer immediately began snapping photos of the group.

After a few pictures, the Blonde woman introduced as Rita Skeeter, announced her intention to interview him first, to which he agreed. He was then hurriedly led by the reporter to a nearby broom closet to conduct the interview. No one noticed the glare sent by Fleur Delacour towards the reporter.

"So, Harry. Tell me about yourself."

"Uh, well. I'm fourteen-"

"Yes, about that. How did a wizard so young get into such a dangerous competition?"

"Right off the bat, I want to say I didn't put my name in."

"Come now, Harry…we both know what's really going on" she winked

Realizing he wasn't going to get to her like this and knowing from his research, the power of a well-placed article. Harry decided to try a different approach.

"I think we can agree what's really going on is of little importance, Mrs. Skeeter. What matters is what people read. And we both know they read about me. To tell you the truth, I've recently been considering taking on a spokesperson-"

"Say no more, I'm the person for the job! I'll print whatever you tell me!"

That was easy… When Harry realized the extent of the propaganda concerning him, he finally understood how much of a public figure he was. He was right up there with the Minister and Dumbledore, if not more so.

Due to that, he had decided he would eventually need someone to defend his image and communicate his version of events. He didn't want to become one of those child celebrities who ended up having their childhoods ruined by reporters. It seemed he had found someone earlier than he had expected.

"I'm willing to give it a try. If I find you're good enough, I'll stick with you."

"Of course, Of course."

Rita skeeter was never into major journalism, she was always more or less a gossip columnist. Becoming the mouthpiece of one of the most important people in Britain, even on a trial basis, was far greater an opportunity than the incendiary piece she was planning to release.

"Okay, so first off I didn't put my name in, some else did. Who did it is up for debate, it's not like there a lack of motive or of suspects?"

"Who?"

"Igor Karkaroff, he's an ex-Death Eater. Crouch, his son was an ex-Death Eater. Even Professor Snape was a Death Eater though he supposedly turned spy and was never convicted. Not to mention the dozens of students whose parents are convicted or suspected Death Eaters."

Skeeter's enchanted quill danced on her notepad furiously.

"Write a piece questioning how such a security violation was even possible, how I was still made to compete despite it and questioning who could have done such a thing."

Skeeter nodded as she hurriedly went over the notes.

"It's too bad you know, people love a rebel."

Harry chuckled.

"Nah, they like heroes, they like conspiracies, they like mysteries. That's what they want, that's what you'll give them."

After settling a few more issues the two emerged. Rita Skeeter interviewed the other champions for form's sake and took a few more photos before the ceremony began.

As you might expect, nothing went wrong during the ceremony. People were slightly surprised by Fleur having a Veela's hair as her core, but that was it.

As everyone was beginning to leave, Harry held Fleur back.

Fleur POV

As everyone was leaving, Fleur found herself alone with Harry. The French witch had been trying to find an excuse to talk to him when she heard:

"Oh. Fleur, wait up!"

Her heart had momentarily stopped. He was talking to her. This was great! Enough to make her forget about the whole incident with Daphne, and it had taken her the full hour to calm down after that. She turned around with a bright smile.

"Yes?"

And all of a sudden, her face fell. Horror overwhelmed her when she realized what he was holding. In Harry's hand was the parchment. He knows! Fleur began to panic, she spoke as fast as she could.

"eet's nut what you tink! I deedn't meen to do ett like dis! I just really like you!"

Harry simply froze as if surprised. Confused, Fleur looked at the parchment to make sure it was the one she had dropped. It was. So why wasn't he angry?

"You deedn't read it?" Hesitantly asked Fleur as heat began rushing to her cheeks.

"I… Um, it's in French"

Suddenly remembering what she had actually written Fleur wanted to hit herself. In her panic, she had completely forgotten he probably wouldn't understand the note even if he found it. Taking the note he had handed to her. Fleur read it again, it seemed perfectly understandable to her:

Info:

-wand weighing ceremony in 2 weeks

-1st Task in 1 month

-Yule Ball in 2 months

-Changed room

Potential tools

-Weird guys in Green

-Neville Longbottom

-Quidditch

ideas:

-Play Quidditch? x

-send Neville Longbottom? x

-Use Weird guys in Green?

steps:

-Wait for the Weird guys in Green to follow

-bring them to the 4th flour

-wait

-pretend

Realizing the implications of what she had said, Fleur wanted to dig a hole and disappear.

"So what was it?"

"N-nothing..."

"About what you said."

"I-I…"

While initially embarrassed, she suddenly realized it was the perfect opportunity to tell him how she felt. Braving the overwhelming fear of rejection, she made a leap of faith.

"I really like you! Please go out with me!"

AN: Right, so I'm a native French speaker and I felt like flexing… Please Review!