A/N; so here we have it, there in Paris, they got sum money, and they're alone, with a hotel room, two teenagers alone in a hotel room. Doesn't turn out the way you'd expect though, the ending is a surprise, but anyone who takes French might know what it means

A/R Well not much I have this other cool story, do you think I should work them side by side e or do one and finish, then do the other, I dont know

Chapter 3- Strip Tease

"Last stop, Paris, France. All passengers off the train."

"Come on Fleur, let's get off, we still gotta grab our luggage." said Harry, they were deeply immersed inside of conversation, it seemed as if Fleur had been every where in the world, Harry was jealous.

"Hey we better get off now, your luggage is in the box compartment, I'll go get it okay." said Harry. Fleur walked outside, and looked around. It was almost four, and people were bustling around the plaza like it was prime time. The shops were amazing; the strip was more dazzling than Las Vegas, Nevada, and more crowded than Idoushiwa, China. All the shops looked appealing, but their was no way you could get through them all in one day, barely in one week if your a fast shopper. The strip was teasing you to try to visit it all.

"Strip Tease." said a voice behind Fleur. It was Harry, he was looking out onto the strip with wide-eyed admiration. The words penetrated into his thoughts

"Strip Tease." mimicked Fleur; they were at a total understanding.

Harry and Fleur walked around the strip for about an hour, until they found a clothing store, Valley. They looked around, Harry found a couple of decent designer robes, and tried them on; they were made by Colin Quinn, some famous wizard robe designer from America. Fleur grabbed her purse and paid for them, they had a deal that Harry would pay her back when they went to Britain.

"Harry, I want to go to Glamour, you know, the clothing store, I hear they got a new Capri style robe in maroon." Harry put his hand in his pocket, he felt a satchel, he didn't take it out; he could tell it was at least thirty galleons.

"Okay, how about we meet back here at Valley in two hours." said Harry; he had a plan.

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Harry walked into Kensington's killer animals, he found a sweet little bird; actually it was a Grill owl. He bought it, and asked it to be sent to Fleur's residence in Gabrielle's name. His plan was to get presents for every member of the Delacour family.

He next walked down the strip, and found a nice little stand, selling emerald pendants; Harry thought this was a nice gift for Mrs. Delacour. He paid the nine galleons for it and then picked the pendant he wanted.

"Hahahahaha." snarled the man behind the tent, he grabbed up all the necklaces and ran.

"Hey get your ass back here!!" yelled Harry and took off after the man. Running down the strip at full speed they were both yelling, bystanders were jumping out of their way, and sometimes being pushed. Harry didn't believe such an old guy could run that fast, but Harry was on his tail every step of the way.

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"Ms., do you want to try these robes on too?"

"Yeah, I'll take them too, just put them in the pile with the other ones." Fleur was trying on the cutest, sexiest, and most detailed robes, she wanted to look good for Harry.

"Hey did you hear, there are two psycho's running down the strip, one is screaming obscenities, and the other is babbling about jewelry and money." said a woman who had just entered, "look their coming now." Fleur, the counter girl, and the woman all looked out the window, two blurs shot past, and one of them was Harry . . . . .

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"Get back here you old geezer!" yelled Harry, by now news of the crazy people had spread around the strip, and people were staring at them. Harry suddenly became aware of this, but he couldn't just stop, then every one would recognize him and it would be all over the newspapers the next day, no, he had to wait until the old guy ran into an alley or something. The old man turned the corner, right into an alley, and up a fire escape, Harry climbed up it too, and into the open window . . . . .

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"Do you think this looks good for a first date?" asked Fleur, she was planning to have a nice dinner with Harry tonight, and say it was to celebrate them being friends in these harsh times.

"Yeah, not to revealing, but just enough to keep them hooked. Baby you got it made, who's the lucky guy anyway?"

"My friend Harry." Fleur said, smiling. The salesgirl's attention perked a little,

"Does this Harry have a last name, I might know him?"

"Oh um Harry Potter, do you think this one looks better, 'cause I think it may be more-" The salesgirl cut her off,

"The Harry Potter, like the boy who lived Harry Potter?"

"Yeah, but do you think-" Fleur tried to continue the conversation about the dress, but the salesgirl wouldn't have it,

"Oh my god I have Harry Potter's girlfriend in my store, breathe Cilia, breathe." This went on for a few minutes, until Fleur herself decided that she liked the first one better.

"Um, can I just pay for these?" asked Fleur.

"Oh yeah, can I have your autograph? Oh wait until I tell the Daily Prophet, I'll make a hundred galleons for this story."

Fleur's heart dropped to her toes, Harry and she weren't actually a couple, and he might, or actually probably would be mad if she started telling every one that she's his girl.

"No, no no, don't tell any papers anything, I swear please don't." Fleur pleaded, "I'll pay you double, no triple, just don't say anything."

"Umm how about you let me meet him."

"Okay anything, just don't tell people about us."

"Deal."

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Harry crept into the bedroom, he didn't know where he was, but he did know the guy ran into wherever he was now. Harry went to the doorway, and turned his head, looked both ways and rolled out, nobody was there. Harry continued toward the front of the apartment, he noticed the front door ajar, he ran to it and saw the man run out the door, Harry followed . . .

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"Harry, Harry!" yelled Fleur, walking down the street; it was almost seven. They were supposed to meet in a few minutes, so Fleur waited by Valley.

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Harry dived, and the man couldn't dodge it, Harry got him and rolled out into the strip. Harry jumped up, and grabbed the necklaces out of the guy's hands. Fleur looked down, surprised that Harry and the man came rolling out of the alley near Valley.

"Ahhh!" yelled Fleur, Harry looked down at the man

"Who are you?"

He asked, the man turned into a bird and flew away; Harry was so shocked he couldn't do anything, yet he felt a sense of relief.

"Harry, do I even want to know what happened?"

"Long story, let's walk and talk."

They walked down the strip, and came to a large building, at least six stories, Harry looked at a sign, and it was a snake wrapped around the name of the hotel.

Fleur piped up, "Le Serbent au Verde, it sorta looks like that house at your school."

"Yeah, like I tried to say before, doesn't that mean, the green snake?"

"Sure does Potter, and why are you here?" sneered a voice behind him.

They both turned around and standing in front of them was the 'poster boy' for a green serpent, Draco Malfoy . . . . ..

A/R pretty cool huh? I liked it, hope it was a surprise, I hope you like it, Harry might have to be an enemy of the state
*wink* so read and review, hope you like it, and maybe Cho will show up never know. I might end this fic before Hogwarts and, I dont know I really don't want to make it too short but sometimes it's always a good place to stop. If you aren't a shipper, then you might want to read my other stories, it might make you one

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