How To Ask a Girl Out (Or Rather Get Asked Out)
Approaching a girl to ask her out to the Yule's Ball shouldn't be this frightening, Roger thought. However, the tales he had heard of the way this particular girl had shut down all her suitors so far were enough to make any sane man think twice about trying his luck.
But well, no one had called Roger sane in quite a while..
Besides, no one was able to stay completely sane around Fleur Delacour, the Beauxbatons' Champion.
There was just something about her – the glow of her skin, the shine of her hair or maybe the smell of her perfume, that entranced every man around her, to the point that being around her was the only thing they could think about.
'Veela,' Roger's mind had whispered as soon as he had seen her. Or rather as soon as he had left the reach of her allure.
He wanted to go with her to the Ball for more than her beauty though – she was the first female Champion in quite a while (either the Goblet was sexist or there was some truth to the 'men are stronger' philosophy, and considering when and by whom the Goblet had been built, Roger knew the most likely answer), and to think about what that must imply about the kind of extraordinary person she must be was enough to make him salivate in anticipation of all the questions he'd get to ask.
He found her by the Great Hall's entrance, surrounded by other boys vying for her attention and baring her way.
She looked exasperated and seemed to grow angrier by the second as she refused their advances with a condescending tone.
"However appealing that sounds, my answer will have to be a firm no," she replied quite mockingly to one insisting boy Roger thought he recognized from his Arithmancy classes, before shutting down just as curtly his friend before he had even opened his mouth.
She pushed past them, which coincidentally brought her his way.
"Hello," he greeted her with a smile. "I'd apologize for the harassment but that doesn't seem to carry much weight when you know they'll do it again."
Fleur scowled. Even in this, she looked beautiful, he noticed, his eyes wandering before he managed to firmly shake himself out of his daze.
"Hello," she answered politely but curtly, before looking him over with an odd glint in her eyes. It was almost like she was sizing him up.
"You will accompany me to the Ball," she finally stated just as they opened the doors to the Great Hall.
"I-What?" Roger staggered out, confused.
"Wasn't that what you came here for? To ask me out?"
"Well, yes, but-" he admitted, trying to hide a blush.
"Well, this is me saying yes. You'll be better company than any of those buffoons would be, I think," she continued, ignoring his protests.
One look at her impatient and yet still so perfect face was enough to make his decision for him.
"Alright then," he relented, nodding his head.
It was a rather unconventional way of getting what he wanted, but, well, at least she had said yes.