The next few days were perfectly boring.

For most people, boring would be bad. After all, how could school be boring when there were a bunch of foreign students wandering around the castle and a tournament was being hosted? Most people would find that exciting, or perspective-changing. Maybe even an opportunity.

For Harry, boring meant peaceful. No snakes, no crazy possessed professors, no dementors trying to suck his soul from his body. A nice boring week with boring classes playing third year review and boring everything.

It was perfect.

In fact, the only way it could be any more perfect was if Malfoy tripped over the amount of arse he was kissing and made a fool of himself in front of Viktor Krum. The Bulgarian seeker was a true warrior, capable of withstanding Malfoy's barrage of… malfoyishness. Harry hadn't even heard a single complaint from the seeker.

He deserved a salute. A true hero.

"Harry, why are you saluting Viktor Krum from across the dining hall?" Asked his ever sensible friend, Hermione.

Hermione was an intelligent, hard-working and diligent witch. But he doubted she would understand the hardships the seeker was facing. She would never understand unless he explained, so he of course, did. Showing Hermione the light so she could appreciate the true heroes of their wizarding society. Dumbledore? He was great and all, but only Krum could so effortlessly take the brunt of Draco Malfoy's attention and not even waver in the process.

"Because he is a true soldier. And men like him deserve a salute." He told her as seriously as he could.

Hermione narrowed her eyes at him. "...Did you hit your head again? I can take you to Madam Pomfrey if you need." She asked with genuine concern.

"I've never hit my head, and can't you see Hermione? He's dealt with Malfoy's malfoyishness for the past week! He's the best thing to happen to this school since forever!" Harry explained to her the true sacrifice that Viktor Krum was making for the greater good.

His fellow Gryffindor cracked a tiny smile at his shenanigans. She took a small swig from her cup before she responded. "Right… I don't suppose that's why you've been in a good mood these past few days?"

"Of course Hermione. This year is looking to be perfect. The tournament is here so nothing bad will happen to us, Krum will keep Malfoy distracted and we can finally be normal students!"

"Are you sure you haven't hit your head?"

Harry scoffed and took a bite of his shepherds pie. It was good, not his favourite, but Hogwarts never disappeared with the quality of food. He swallowed and took a drink of his pumpkin juice before replying to his bushy haired friend.

"Honestly Hermione. This is the first year that's looking to be normal and the only thing you can think of me being a tiny bit excited, is me hitting my head?" He asked the girl sitting across from him, mock hurt colouring his voice.

Hermione rolled her eyes and tilted her head, glancing behind him for a moment before she returned his gaze.

"Well, humor me then. What if it's because of something else?" She asked.

Harry raised an eyebrow. "Like what?"

"Well…" She broke eye contact. "Maybe if you happened to meet a pretty French girl?" She questioned him in that tone. The one she got when she was asking a question she already knew the answer to.

Unfortunately for her. Harry had absolutely no idea what she was saying. It was as if she was speaking another language despite clearly being english. It was simply lost in translation. That translation being Hermione to Harry. She could have been speaking gobbledegook and it would have been the same thing.

Harry furrowed his brow in an attempt to concentrate. He focused on the words of his best friend, but nothing made sense. She was speaking gibberish. Or perhaps it was he who was hearing gibberish. Was that the same thing?

"You lost me." He told her honestly.

Hermione pursed her lips, "Maybe you met someone who's blonde and french?" She tried again.

Harry didn't understand. Was she talking about Malfoy again? They're blonde and Malfoy sounds french. Did he happen to have a sister? That sounded awful, he couldn't imagine another one. Oh gods he hoped that wasn't the case. Was she trying to break it to him lightly? How did she find out?

"Does Malfoy have a sister?" He asked her, the slightest hint of panic creeping into his voice.

Hermione's face met her hand in a spectacular WHACK. She pulled her hand down after a second, her features stretching slightly as she did. "Harry there's a french girl that's been staring at you for the past five or ten minutes. She seems quite persistent to get your attention." She told him, having given up on subtly.

Harry turned around to see the rest of the dining hall feasting. The Beauxbatons students had chosen to sit with the Ravenclaws, so he took a quick scan of them. It wasn't hard to find the person Hermione was talking about. Long, silvery blonde hair. Deep blue eyes, and most importantly-

"Lilac perfume." He whispered, finishing his through process out loud.

"I'm… What? I'm sorry?" Hermione sputtered, confusion clear on her face.

"Well I don't know if it's just a one time thing or it's what she regularly uses. It took me a while to figure it out, but I'm pretty sure I'm correct, though it could always be some other lavender-"

"Harry. I-I don't know what you're talking about."

"What? But you said she was staring at me." He questioned, turning back to her. He was confused at her confusion.

Hermione stared at him. Seemingly confused at his confusion over her confusion. Harry watched as his friend gazed off into space for a minute. He could see the gears turning in her head before sentience returned to her eyes. The Hermione machine had finished rebooting it seemed.

He inwardly laughed at his own joke. It was always funny to see Hermione overload herself with questions. She reminded him of the computers they had in libraries, normal libraries, not wizarding ones. If they ever got too slow, just give it a reset and it would be back in working order. Of course, much like computers, after a reset Hermione would generally start working again.

"So, Harry." Hermione started. "How did you meet her?"

"A few days ago in the library." He answered.

"You happened to meet a very pretty French girl in the library?"

"Yes. Why?"

Hermione stared at him with narrowed eyes, as if trying to decipher something that wasn't there. She was silent for a few more moments before she spoke again. Harry was unsure if she found what she was looking for.

"What was her name again?"

Harry never said her name so he wasn't exactly surprised she didn't know. But when he went to open his mouth he came out blank. Flour…? No, that sounded horribly incorrect. And rude.

He thought back to the conversation they had together a few days ago. All things considered it wasn't a long conversation, and it was completely bewildering too. She came out of nowhere and left just as quickly. Like a flurry of wind- Oh! That's what it was.

"It's Fleur. I don't know her last name though."

Hermione nodded slowly. "Fleur. And what did you talk about in the library?"

"Flowers."

His book-loving friend stared at him in deadpan. She looked as if she was waiting for the punchline of a joke that she didn't want to be a part of. Harry was confused since there was no punchline. He was talking to Fleur about Flowers in the library and that was that.

When Harry didn't continue talking, Hermione spoke up. "You talked to Fleur… about flowers. In the library."

"Yep."

"Fleur. And Flowers." She repeated.

Harry frowned. Why was she saying the same thing over and over? "Yes I said that already. Are you sure you're the one who didn't hit their head?"

"Harry, do you know any french?"

"Of course not. I started Hogwarts the year before I would have started learning another language."

"Right. I'll lend you a french dictionary. You should use it. Did you two happen to talk about anything or…?" Hermione left her question open ended.

"Well…" Harry began to recount their meeting. "I was researching that flower Padfoot sent me, she came out of nowhere and saw me with it, and asked me if I liked flowers. I said no, she laughed, said 'You will', then told me to meet her in two days."

Harry could practically see the synapses firing in his best friend's mind as she processed his story. She even facepalmed, again, at seemingly nothing before she met his gaze once more.

"Fleur. The french witch, who upon being told that you don't like flowers, laughed and said 'You will.'" She asked for clarification.

"Yes."

"You're an idiot."

"What? How come?"

"Just… go to the library. It's good to be early to these types of things." Hermione sighed in resignation.

Harry blinked in confusion. He wasn't exactly sure what kind of conclusion his friend had come to, but he knew to trust her in situations like these. What exactly this 'situation' entailed still eluded him however. But it couldn't possibly be something bad or Hermione would have said something.

So without any further ado. Harry got up from his half eaten meal, the plate disappearing as he did so, and started to move towards the great hall doors.

"Wear something nice if you can!" Harry heard Hermione shout at him from the table.

On his way there he exchanged gazes with one blue eyed french witch. He didn't know exactly how to deal with an acquaintance like her still, so he just gave her a small smile and wave. That usually was enough for most people.

He got an eyebrow raised in return. Not the reaction he expected but, he suppose it could have been worse.

He could have been accidentally waving to Malfoy.

Ron looked up from his food for the first time in a while. The dining hall was nearly empty and only Hermione was close to him.

"Where'd Harry go?" He asked, his mouth still half full of food.

Hermione looked up from her book and stared at him as if he grew a second head. "I'm surrounded by idiots." She muttered, more to herself than anything else.

Ron just shrugged and went back to eating. Hermione was being Hermione and Harry was missing. More food for him then.

Start: October 7th. 2022.

End:October 8th. 2022

Words: 1800

If you're expecting some serious fic then you're probably in the wrong place but if you wanted some derpy flowerpot stuff might as well buckle in because this entire castle is full of basket cases.

New chapter will be released in this lifetime

-FN