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Introducing the Veela. Oh just read on, will you?
Lol. Enjoy the chappie!
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Chapter Seven – Veela
Fleur's cousin arrived the next day after classes. Her name was Mireille, and she was staying in Gryffindor Tower. From the moment she walked in, students were swarming around her, fighting to get her attention. Harry, Ron and Hermione nodded happily to one another: this would really throw Malfoy off Harry's scent.
The Gryffindors had all taken an Indifference Potion so they wouldn't fall for Mireille's charm. Fred and George had been happy to provide it to them; they had invented it as soon as Fleur had become their sister-in-law. They didn't sell it at their shop though.
Everyone was very eager to go down to dinner.
"I just want to see the look on his face when he sees her," Ron said, smiling like a well-fed cat. "He'll be drooling all over her. He'll humiliate himself in front of the entire school, can you imagine?"
They went into the Great Hall, followed by students of all Houses who tried to talk to Mireille. As soon as Harry entered the Hall, he looked at the Slytherin table. Malfoy was whispering something into Pansy Parkinson's ear, and they both smirked.
Oh damn. I don't like the looks on their faces.
Students from the Slytherin table were getting up to get a better look at Mireille, but Malfoy remained in his seat, still looking highly amused by his fellow students fussing about.
He is completely unaffected by her… How? How does the son of a bitch do it?
Malfoy gave Harry a thumbs up and mouthed: 'Great plan!'
Both he and Pansy burst out laughing after that.
Harry frowned and sat down. He wasn't hungry anymore.
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Mireille had been sent home the next day. The Gryffindors had concluded she didn't affect Malfoy at all.
"Thanks for your help, Mireille," Ron said, shaking her hand in the Entrance Hall.
"It was my pleasure," Mireille said. "I hope to see you all again soon."
They watched her leave and sighed in unison.
"That loathsome, evil little cockroach!" Hermione burst out. "How did he find out what we were planning? How did he know a way around the Veela charm?"
Harry shrugged.
"Dunno. I already knew Malfoy was not to be underestimated. Maybe he knows how to make an Indifference Potion as well."
"Impossible," Ron said angrily. "Fred and George have been keeping it a secret, they make it for family use only."
Harry thought for a minute.
"Was he ever affected by Veelas?" he suddenly asked. "How did he react to Fleur in fourth year?"
Hermione and Ron looked at each other, then back to Harry.
"I never saw him around her," Hermione said hesitantly. "But that doesn't mean anything, now does it?"
Ron whacked her on the head gently.
"Don't be ridiculous, 'Mione. That girl attracted anyone in a vicinity of two square miles. I never saw Malfoy around her either."
Harry groaned and slapped his forehead.
"We should have looked into this before we invited Mireille."
Hermione put a hand on his shoulder.
"It doesn't matter plan A failed. We'll always have plan B. Neville tells me his potion will be ready tomorrow. But, Harry, you will have to think of a way to get Malfoy to drink it."
Harry smiled grimly.
"Don't worry, I'll make sure he'll drink it. I'll have plenty of opportunity to slip him some potion during detention."
I will make him fall if it's the last thing I'll do.
