N: Now What To Do With Her Gut?
Author Note: Am I Joanne Kathleen Rowling? Nope. It's not mine, then. This one's very tense, seeing as it probes Fleur's mind during the maze. I know skipping a whole task seems silly, but that's the way the cookie crumbles.
Fleur's mind was spinning, running through the maze.
All she wanted was to find the cup and not end up in a daze.
The Grindylows were one thing - Gabrielle was counting on her.
But it looked like life or death in this... thing, it's wrath she would no doubt incur.
Suddenly a flood of regret washed over her, a lightbulb struck, full of zeal.
'If I don't make it out alive, I wouldn't of got to tell Hermione how I feel.'
Fresh energy filled the Veela's blood, rushing to find that cup.
'Not for that stupid prize, but to get out to show Hermione I've bucked up.'
And buck up she would as soon as she got out.
She'd finally got the opportunity, the part-Veela felt, to give her love no doubt.
No doubt that Fleur loved her, but Hermione might be oblivious.
Smart though the bookworm was, she would see that her admirer wasn't lascivious.
Oh no, it wasn't pure lust, despite those dreams of someone in a golden gown.
The secret romantic brain of Fleur Isabelle Delacour hoped Hermione wouldn't frown.
If the renewed energy kept the part-Veela going, there'd be no ifs or buts.
If Hermione felt the same way, Fleur would beam - now what to do with her gut?
