Delacour Sisters

Ron was wandering the corridors of Hogwarts, trying to find Harry Potter and apologize to him. The first task in the Triwizard Tournament ended a couple days ago and now Ron understood that he should've been there for Harry when he needed his best mate. The youngest Weasley boy didn't yet know that it was too late to apologize. Ron managed to spot Harry out in the woods, with two girls with platinum-blonde hair (one had chest-length hair and the other had shoulder-length hair). Ron immediately recognized the platinum-blonde girl with chest-length hair as Fleur Delacour, the Beauxbatons champion. The other girl appeared to be her sister because of the resemblance. Despite feeling intense jealousy, Ron kept that under control as best as he could so he wouldn't look like a bad guy and approached Harry, Fleur and her sister. Harry and the Delacour sisters turned their attention to Ron when they heard him and folded their arms across their chests, Harry's emerald-green eyes locking into Ron's blue eyes while the Delacour sisters' bright-blue eyes flashed with anger.

"Whatever you have to say, keep it to yourself, Ronald!" Harry responded in a cold voice. "You've lost your chances at making amends with me once the first task concluded."

"Why didn't you say anything?" asked Ron.

"I shouldn't have had to," snapped Harry. "You knew how dangerous the tournament is and the reasons it was discontinued in the first place. That was more than enough for you to figure out, but you let your petty jealousy issues get in the way. You abandoned me in my time of need, now you must deal with the consequences."

"When did you meet Harry?" Ron asked the Delacour sisters.

"The weekend after the champion selection," Fleur explained. "When Gabby and I were taking a walk in these woods and we came across Harry ranting about how his life had been practically shit for as long as he could remember. It made Gabby and I realize that we had something in common with Harry."

"Yes," Gabby took her turn in explaining the story. "Fleur and I know what it's like being treated as objects and prizes to be won. Even though I'm a third year student at Beauxbatons, I get alot of the creepy guys lusting after me just as much as Fleur. We're quarter-veela and the veela traits we have is the allure and extreme outer beauty, which makes us targets for potential trophy wives. That makes it very stressful for me and Fleur because we don't have many friends because many of the girls get jealous of our looks instead of taking the time to get to know us for who we are. It's also just as difficult for us to find mates because of most men, including you, drooling at the sight of us."

"Which is disgusting, by the way!" Fleur snapped, just as Ron was drooling and only half-listening.

"You'd better pay attention before you make this worse, Ronald!' warned Harry in a no-nonsense voice, causing Ron to snap back to reality.

"Anyway," Fleur continued her part of the explanation. "Gabby and I got to talking to Harry after we heard him ranting about his life being plagued with rotten luck. We started relaxing when we realized that Harry goes for personality over looks, making him a one-in-a-million since he's one of the few boys out there to be immune to the veela allure."

"Neville is another example," Harry told a shocked Ron. "And he's my best mate now, since he's a much better friend than you would ever be. He even did his fair share by informing me of my inheritance, since Dumbledore had the gall to keep that a secret from me. You could've informed me of my inheritance long ago, but you didn't. You've always complained about people accomplishing alot more than you, but they actually work for it while you just expect your dreams and desires to be handed to you on a silver platter. After cutting ties with you, I found that I didn't have to worry about you pressuring me to put off schoolwork. Given how danger seems to lurk around the corner for me here, I'm considering transferring to Beauxbatons at the end of the tournament and school year."

"You can't do that!" exclaimed Ron, hardly believing his ears. "Dumbledore won't allow that."

"He has no right to control my life!" Harry retorted. "He's using me as a pawn for whatever his plans are for me. It didn't take a genius for me to figure that out because the danger I found myself in within this school proves that my heroic deeds was all a setup."

"Hermione won't let you leave this school or country, either." Ron replied nervously.

"Even she has no right to tell me what to do," snapped Harry. "She was double-crossing me the whole time. I figured it out because she kept pressuring me into these dangerous situations. It was enough for me to realize that she was Dumb-As-Door's carefully groomed spy. She bullies alot of students to stay away from me and even goes behind people's back to report to either McGonagall or Dumbledore about information. The firebolt incident was proof of that. I know you and Granger having that bickering war is to put me in a tug-of-war situation and pressure me to take sides. Granger even had the gall to try and fight Fleur and Gabby, but that resulted in Hermione suffering moderate injuries such as a black eye, slashes, bruises, and even a punch in the stomach. She even tried to rip Gabby's shirt open and expose her bra and breasts in front of me, just to humiliate her and that incident happened when she barged inside of an empty classroom half an hour or so ago."

"Granger was lucky that she failed in that," Gabby told Ron. "But I made sure to let her know that she screwed up big time. Even when Granger threatened to report my retaliation to Dumbledore, I continued my retaliation while reminding her that she started the assault on me and Fleur."

"Granger isn't even close to being street smart as opposed to being book smart," Harry let Ron know. "She thinks books always tell the truth. As we all know, books can be misleading, something you know because that fraud Lockhart revealed that. As much as I hate him, I have a grudging respect for him when I realized that he was correct in that books can be misleading."

"Ginny would be heartbroken if you left," Ron tried one last attempt to get Harry to change his mind. "Poor sweet Ginny wouldn't take your departure too well."

"Poor sweet Ginny, my foot!" Harry replied in anger. "I know what she does when I'm not around, she's throws tantrums because I won't notice her. No, it's because her hero won't notice her. Anytime she's in the same room as me, she just stares at me in a rather creepy way. She needs to understand that the real me and the Boy-Who-Lived are two different people, Ronald. The Boy-Who-Lived is a fictional character, the real me is someone else entirely."

"Now's the time for you to get your just rewards," Fleur told Ron in a gleeful voice, just as she handed him a small bottle of butterbeer. "You'll need this to get yourself prepared for it."

Ron rudely took the bottle of butterbeer and chugged it down. Then the inside of his mouth began feeling as though it was burning, like the inside of an oven. It was enough for him to start running around in circles while trying to fan his mouth. Just then, Ron felt his insides acting up with the same burning feeling, forcing him to make a mad dash to Hogsmeade (as it was closer to his location) and find a bathroom to use a loo. Harry and the Delacour girls were laughing to see Ron run around or flap his hands in a frenzy.

"Butterbeer was one of Ronald's weaknesses," stated Harry while laughing. "There was no way he'd resist that and he wouldn't suspected that to be my idea."

"Nor would he have guessed that adding the flavourless spice to it was my idea." said Fleur in amusement.

"Or adding the laxative potion was my idea." Gabby responded with a giggle.

Harry and the Delacour girls continued with their walk in the woods to distract themselves from their encounter with Ron and their earlier encounter with Hermione. With Ron taken care of, Harry was free from his bad influence and could now find better friends who intended to be good role models for him. Luck was finally on Harry's side.

The End!