A/N- Hello Rome-ee I follow you to the moon and the Sky aboveeeeeeeeeee! Owahh! J/k okay I sorta have this problem, wait no I don't I am rewriting these chapters, which is surprisingly hard. But that's a different story for now.

Chapter 4- The Convention

"Malfoy." snarled Harry under his breath; the last person he wanted to see was Malfoy. Fleur didn't quite know him well, but she did hate him. When Dumbledore made a speech at the end of the school year, he just sat there, laughing! Fleur had never felt so angry with anybody in her life. Dumbledore was pouring out his heart, and his soul and the stupid bloody git was laughing. Anybody could have been killed that night; it could have been her. If she had taken a left instead of a right then she never would've met up with Krum, and she could've tied with Harry.

"Shut up you slime!" said Fleur, both Harry and Malfoy, who were staring daggers at each other turned.

"Fleur, it's not worth it, come on let's go." said Harry, and walked into Le Serbent au Verte; Malfoy's eyes widened with surprise.

"Don't tell me Potter, your staying in there?" said Malfoy, shocked and mouth hanging open.

"Got a problem with that?"

"No, uh of course not." said Malfoy in a shaky voice, He ran off yelling "Father!" all the way down the strip.

"What's his problem?" Fleur had turned to Harry.

"I don't know, but let's go check in." They walked to the counter, bags in hand, and rung the bell. A man came in through the back,

"Yes?"

"We'd like to check in please."

"Under what name?"

"Delacour."

"Oh, so your the Delacour's'."

Harry looked at him, and finally said, "Yeah why?"

"Oh, because due to a convention, the rooms weren't available, I'm lucky your brother and sister, because I only had one room." Harry didn't know what to say.

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"Harry, are you okay with this, I mean only having one room won't be that much of a problem will it?"

Harry gave a laugh, "I am okay; it's no big deal to me."

"Harry, I've been thinking, maybe we could go have dinner, I'm hungry and we could tour Muggle Paris. Fleur went to the bathroom to get ready, and Harry changed in the front room. Harry re-evaluated his position in life.

"This is sweet, I'm in Paris, Paris! I'm in a hotel room with a half Veela."

Harry finished changing and started pacing the room; he wondered what restaurant to go to. (I really shouldn't end a sentence with a preposition.)

"Harry I'm ready." said Fleur; she stepped out of the bathroom.

"You look wow." said Harry, Fleur was wearing a satin red muggle dress, with a collar just above her bust, and the bottom ending at her mid-shin. The material outlined with black lace and in frizzy curls, designed for a figure like Fleur's. (The hourglass.)

"Thanks." she replied blushing furiously, she strutted down the room, in a seducing walk; she looked like a runway model.

"Shall we go then?" she asked.

"Uh yeah sorry, let's go." He got up and offered his hand, Fleur took it and they left to exchange some money.

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As they entered Chez La Marcom, the room went dead silent; men and women were staring in their direction. Harry didn't like all the attention, but then he realized no muggle knew who Harry Potter was, and he was glad Fleur had all the attention, she did look pretty.

"Can I seat you two?" asked the waiter, Harry stuttered,

"Uh. y. y. yeah, yes please."

"Okay."

They walked to the center of the room, right below a gorgeous chandelier; it was crystal, with twelve candles around the perimeter, and one more in the very center.

"Harry, this is gorgeous, this table, it is magnificent."

"Yeah, I know, you look so beautiful."

"Thank you, you look very handsome yourself."

"Thanks, let's order, I'm kinda partial to fish."

"Then try Bouillabaisse, it's a stew with fish and vegetables, it's great."

"Okay then."

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Harry and Fleur entered their room, they had a wonderful evening, it was filled with food, and at one point they had even got up and started dancing. Right there in the restaurant, and everyone was clapping. Harry recognized a couple of people who were from the news, famous people. They were with the parliament or something.

"Harry, I had a wonderful evening, and thanks for buying everything."

They were close to each other.

"Yeah it was the least I could do." Slowly he felt himself drifting closer toward her. His feet were light, almost floating on thin air he was.

Fleur stepped closer to Harry, her feelings similar. Maybe it was just because of the night, but she felt an, an attraction to the young wizard. They were in fact only two or three years apart.

"Of course."

T          They stepped closer, their lips merely inches away from each other. Fleur could feel Harry's breath on her. She turned her head and puckered her lips, this kiss just seemed so right. Harry could feel her lips pre-emptive, he could sense the soft smell of raspberry from her lipstick. They were about to kiss.

"Room Service." yelled a voice. They parted and answered the door; the kiss didn't happen. Somewhat relieved and thoroughly annoyed Harry walked to the door. He answered it, revealing a hotel worker.

"I was told to deliver this to Mr. Potty." There was a note in his hand, Harry thanked him and took it. He opened it;

Potter

Don't ask why I am doing this, because

I don't know myself, but get out! The

Hotel you're staying in is a danger, so

You must leave! I expect this note

To be destroyed immediately

Draco

"That was strange, stupid Malfoy, he probably wants to lure me outside." Harry said, crumpling up the note and tossing it over his back. He may have thought about trying to kiss Fleur again, but it just didn't seem right anymore. Maybe it was just a one-time thing, and it was probably for the best anyway. He sighed slightly.

"Yeah Harry, come on, and let's go to bed." Fleur said, rubbing his shoulders subconsciously, neither noticed this movement.

"You want to go to bed with me? Well let's get started, I'll get the whipped cream, you get the cherry sauce." He laughed; she stopped rubbing his shoulders and turned, heading to the bathroom to change.

Fleur walked toward the bathroom, swinging her hips purposely, she turned her head backwards,

"Maybe you should get the cherry sauce."

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The next five days passed by rather unimportantly, Harry went out and grabbed a cookbook autographed by Emmeril for Mr. Delacour on one of his 'off days' and other days he and Fleur went shopping. She made him visit all the local museums and interviewed most of the older citizens. Fleur was almost as studious as Hermione, well at least more so than Harry.  On the day they needed to check out Harry and Fleur walked downstairs, toward the lounge area, there was a sign,

Do not disturb, conference.

Harry turned to Fleur,

"Wonder what their talking about?" He put his ear to the door and caught a piece of what was being said,

"Then we will have him! (Cheers erupted.) During the attack, there are three points of weakness, the lake, the West Tower, and the Quidditch Pitch, squadron A will be assigned the West Tower, squadron B will be assigned the pitch, and squadron C will go through the lake."

"Potter, what are you doing?"

Harry swung around; Lucius Malfoy was looking at him, with that sneer of hatred. Lucius's eyes opened wide;

"What did you hear?" He ran to the door and swung it open. Hundreds of men were in the room, all surveying the current speaker. The elder Malfoy broke the speech,

"He's out hear, Harry Potter heard everything!!"

Harry and Fleur turned to each other; they ran.

A/N pretty cool, it was sorta short, but it was the place to stop, I've only had one review, and dont know whether to continue, review me if I should.