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Fleur

Fleur looked around frantically, trying to find Hermione and coming up empty every time. She had checked the dormitories, the lake, the library; Hermione was nowhere to be found. at last, she strode over to the Gryffindor table during lunch and forcibly dragged Harry and Ron out of the hall.

"Where is she?" the French witch demanded.

"Who?" Ron asked.

Fleur's fingers curled angrily. "'Ermione, you idiot!" she shrieked.

Ron backed behind Harry. "We haven't seen her since breakfast." Harry explained.

Fleur waited expectantly and when neither boy spoke, she gritted her teeth and asked, "What ze 'ell 'appened at breakfast?"

"Well, Hermione looked at the Daily Prophet and burst out crying. Then all this hate mail came and she took off out of the Hall."

Fleur sighed. "What was on ze Daily Prophet?" She assumed it had something to do with Hermione taking Viktor rather than Harry.

"We don't know; she dropped it into her pumpkin juice as she ran out."

Fleur raised her wand. "Accio Prophet!" she shouted.

Multiple copies of the Daily Prophet soared toward her. Fleur was only interested in the one in the front because it had the day's date on it. Catching it, she vanished the others back to where they'd come from and looked down at the newspaper. Her eyes widened and she gasped in horror. On the front page of the newspaper was a picture of Hermione and herself kissing in the entrance hall near the stairs. Underneath the picture was the heading: HEARTBREAKER AT HOGWARTS! Reading the article, Fleur became more and more enraged with each word.

Is there a heartbreaker at Hogwarts? Well, as you all saw, Miss Granger seemed to be having a relationship with Triwizard champion, Harry Potter when we last saw the two together. Now, however, she seems to have moved on to a different champion. Deciding that Mr. Potter wasn't enough, Ms. Granger is now having an affair with Beauxbatons champion, Fleur Delacour.

It was said that their relationship was a secret from their parents and from many other students.

"They were caught kissing in a closet a week ago." Slytherin, Draco Malfoy, 14, says.

It wasn't certain whether or not these stories were true until the night of the Christmas Yule Ball held every tournament. The two girls had gone with separate dates; Miss Granger going with Mr. Krum (another Triwizard champion) rather than Mr. Potter. But later that night, Ms. Granger took Ms. Delacour on a romantic getaway so that they could spend some time together without being interrupted.

Then, after a small spat with her best friend, Ronald Weezley, Ms. Granger turned to Ms. Delacour for comfort. The two ended the night with a kiss and parted for their separate dormitories. So the question still remains: is there a heartbreaking scarlet woman at Hogwarts? You tell me.

When Fleur got to the bottom of the page, her growing anger turned to immediate fury. The bottom said: INSIDE SCOOP FIND OUT WHAT THE SUBECT OF THE TWO LOVERS' CONVERSATION WAS READ ON PAGE 10. Hurriedly flipping to ten, Fleur felt sick to her stomach. It was a picture of herself and Hermione sitting at the table in the secluded grove. THE TROUBLED PAST OF FLEUR DELACOUR

"No." the veela whispered, horrified. "No. She didn't- she can't 'ave-." But there it was in print.

During their secret, little getaway, Ms. Delacour and Ms. Granger spoke of the dates they had chosen to attend the Yule Ball with; Ms. Delacour had chosen to go with Ravenclaw keeper Roger Davies while Ms. Granger attended with Durmstrang Triwizard champion and Bulgarian seeker Viktor Krum. Ms. Delacour asked Ms. Granger how her date was and Ms. Grangers reply was: "He's actually very interesting and he might make a good catch."

Ms. Delacour had smiled at this and said that she and Mr. Krum were very close friends. They had met during the veela mating season. Though there were hints at a relationship, Ms. Delacour merely spoke of kinship. Ms. Granger had asked if Ms. Delacour had mated and the veela began telling her story.

"I was fourteen," Delacour said. "I was walking to the dormitory and I thought I was hearing voices because someone was calling my name. I walked into an empty classroom at Beauxbatons and found a muggle man there. I told him to leave, but instead he grabbed me. I screamed as loud as I could but no one seemed to hear me." At this point, Ms. Delacour had tears in her eyes.

"I was in so much pain my strength began to fail. Just then, my best friend, Jeanne, walked in and found me. She ran out and I thought she was going to tell the headmistress I had a boy on campus. The headmistress came with Jeanne not too far behind and pulled the man away from me. I was so frightened because she was a half giant and I thought she would squash me. Instead, Jeanne told me that no one would know and led me to the dormitories. I had nightmares for weeks afterward; I was so terrified it would happen again. A few months later, I had his baby, but it died in infancy. It felt like a piece of myself had died with it."

Ms. Granger kissed the tears from her secret girlfriend's cheek before leading her over to a blanket where they continued to kiss for a short time before returning to Hogwarts to resume the dance with their dates. It seems like Ms. Granger has a pity fetish; Mr. Potter lost his parents and Ms. Delacour has a troubled past. Watch out misters Krum and Diggory. You had better hope she doesn't find out something about either of you or you may be her next victims.

Fleur was practically trembling with rage and she tore the newspaper to shreds as she screamed out her fury. Many of the Gryffindor and Beauxbatons students rushed out to see what had happened, frightened that Fleur had beat up Harry and Ron. They found Fleur, in her state of rage, growling like an angry lion.

"'ow dare she?" the veela screamed, her accent becoming thicker due to outrage. "'ow dare she? When I find 'er, I am going to rip her limb from fragile, magically challenged limb. She 'ad no right to spy on us like zat and eet was not 'ermione's idea, eet was mine. And 'ermione eez my love, not my lover! Eef I wanted a lover, I could pick up anyone I pleased. Zat 'ateful witch eez going to feel my wrath and she will regret ever being born by ze time I'm finished wiz 'er!"

She turned her heated gaze on Harry and Ron; the two boys cowered away at the sight of her fangs poking out. "Where. Eez. 'ERMIONE!" she shrieked.

Jeanne was the only one that dared to step forward. "She is in ze second floor girls' bazzroom talking to ze ghost zat inhabits it."

Fleur gave her a nod and, in a flurry of blue robes and silvery blonde hair, she was gone up the stairs. Before she could even get to the middle of the stairs, she heard laughter. Turning slowly, she found a number of Slytherins holding a copy of the newspaper and laughing. Moving slowly back down the stairs, her eyes fixed on the green-clad students that had suddenly fallen silent

"What," Fleur asked in a deadly calm voice, "is so funny?"

None of the students made a sound and they slowly backed away from her. The Beauxbatons girls gathered behind Fleur and the French witches raised their wands. As one, all of the witches hexed and jinxed the group of students. When Fleur was satisfied they had done enough, she lowered her wand and turned back to her friends with her head hanging low.

"Fleur?" Cherie asked. Fleur slowly lifted her head fearfully. Cherie and Clarisse moved forward to embrace her.

"You still accept me?" Fleur asked. "Even after what zat 'orrible woman wrote about me?"

"You are our friend, Fleur. We will accept you no matter what. Now go get your girl."

Fleur nodded and ran for the stairs. Spreading her wings through her shirt, she flew to the second floor and stopped at the bathroom. Slowly opening the door, she heard the sobs inside. "Myrtle, she'll hate me! She won't have anything to do with me because I got her secret exposed. She'll hate me!" Fleur's heart tugged at hearing Hermione crying so desperately.

"'ermione." Fleur called. There was a gasp.

"Fleur don't-." Fleur was already beside her. Hermione gasped as Fleur reached her hand out and wiped the tears away.

"Why are you crying, mon chaton?" Fleur asked. "Ozzer zan ze obvious reason zat everyone in ze wizarding world knows about us."

"Because she exposed us in the worst of ways! Now I look like I'm only dating you out of pity and you had your biggest secret exposed to the entire wizarding world and-."

Fleur cut her off with a kiss. "Do I still 'ave you?" she asked.

"Yes but-."

"Are you still content with me?"

"Yes but-."

"Do you still trust me to love you?"

"Yes but-."

"Zen I see nothing wrong. Your friends, ze Gryffindors and ze Ravenclaws know ze truth, Viktor Krum knows ze truth, and ze teachers know ze truth. Ozzer zan ze people in zis school, 'ooever doesn't know ze truth doesn't matter."

Hermione nodded and leaned on Fleur, sniffling slightly. Fleur waited until Hermione had calmed down considerably before she led the younger witch out of the bathroom. Students whispered as they passed, but Fleur glared at them and ushered Hermione on. When they reached the Great Hall, a hush fell over it. Hermione stared at the Gryffindor table while Fleur stared around at the other tables, daring them to say anything. She nudged Hermione toward the Gryffindor table and the talking started up again. Fleur sat down protectively next to Hermione and Ginny sat on the other side.

"Thank you." Hermione whispered.

"Don't mention it, Mione." Ginny whispered, patting her back.

"I know one zing is for sure." Fleur hissed. "Zat woman will feel my wrath and I will make her beg for mercy."

Did you like how I did the whole Daily Prophet thing? I like it. Ok, next chapter is the second task. Betcha can't wait to see what stunt Hermione pulls then, huh? Review and I'll get it up faster! XD