Author's note: Hey Everyone! Thank you for all of your wonderful reviews, I am so happy you like the story. I will continue to update as much as possible. Some of your questions might be answered in this chapter, enjoy! Oh and don't worry, Oliver is not a mean guy! He's really very nice, just takes him some time to warm up to Fleur.
Chapter 7
Fleur waved about in the air as she watched Wood mount his own beaten broom and fly towards her. He wore a cheeky grin and Fleur kept quiet in anticipation for what he was about to say.
"Well your flying is good, I'll give you that. But I think we need to put it to the test. See if you can get past me."
"Vell, vhat are ve vaiting for?" Fleur challenged him.
Wood just nodded in approval and flew towards the glimmering rings ahead. Fleur swooshed to the ground and picked up the large red indented ball. She glanced up at Wood and saw his pride written all over his face; she zipped back up and started to charge towards him.
"Come on Fleur, that's it." Wood said encouragingly, but with a hint of sarcasm noted by Fleur.
Fleur rushed on and flew so fast that Wood lost track of her. She was confusing him by whirling around in circles. Before Wood knew it she was behind him and tossed the quaffle threw the tallest hoop. She was now sitting and hovering above the ground with a small grin.
Wood dropped his jaw. He had been tricked by her and all her fancy techniques. And there she was below, quite impressed with herself. Well he wasn't going to give her a compliment for deflating his ego. He swooped down like a hawk and planted his feet on the ground, while Fleur still hovered a few feet above him.
"That was a cheap trick Fleur."
"But Oliver, I thought that vould be zomething to distract the other team's keeper vhen its game time." Fleur spoke sincerely.
Fleur searched Wood's face and became confused. She had thought he would be proud and feel secure that she could handle the position on her own. But it seemed now quite the opposite.
"Well…well…you're not supposed to use it on me!"
At this Fleur came back to the ground and anger clawed at her skin.
"Oh, zo the only reason you are upzet iz because you vere taken by a girl!"
"Well…no!" Wood tried to conceal his motives.
"Yez, that's it! Well I don't wish to listen to any more of your egotistical comments any further tonight!" Fleur hollered and handed back his broom.
"Well fine! Good night then!" Wood shouted back and stomped off towards the castle. Fleur watched him leave and then gathered her things and walked slowly back, so she wouldn't have to be near him. The moment that they shared earlier, making Fleur think Wood might be a gentleman…was over.
The next morning Fleur woke to find that she had fallen asleep in the Quidditch uniform she had borrowed last night. She groaned and got up immediately to change. To her relief Hermione was still asleep. Fleur new that there would be a million and one questions asked of her as soon as Hermione woke wake.
Fleur felt a sudden wave of complete dirtiness. She grabbed a towel and bathrobe and waltzed to the girls showers. Hopefully this would take her mind off of last night and the horrible things that went with it.
Percy whistled to himself and went about shinning his badge a bit and then checking his hat in the mirror. Then he noticed Wood entering all hunched over and weary looking.
"What's wrong?" Percy asked, turning to catch Wood's eyes.
"I had an interesting night you could say."
"What did you do to Fleur?"
"Nothing…" Wood lied.
"What did you do?" Percy asked again with a condescending manner.
"I might have said some things that I am not too proud of at the moment. She confused me with her flying, in order to try out a move to distract the keeper. And well…it worked."
"So?"
"Well I was a little surprised, so…"
"So you made an ass out of yourself." Percy finished his sentence and turned back to the mirror shaking his head.
"Yeah, well you probably would have done the same thing."
"No, especially not to that girl, Fleur is like no one I've ever met."
"Oh blah, blah. All those pretty girls with noses in the air are a dime a dozen."
"She's not like that; Penelope was more like that than Fleur if you can believe it."
"Penelope is stuck up?"
"I assume she still is, even though we haven't spoken in quite a long time now. Ever since that day when I found myself thinking and comparing Penelope to a monster breathing fire down my neck, we haven't seen each other much. Which is good, it was good we broke up when we did, I never wanted to find myself calling her something like that to her face."
"Hmmm….I never knew." Wood spoke and ruffled his hair.
"There are a lot of things you don't know." Percy laughed.
Fleur came back to the room and found Hermione reading her charms book from cover to cover. But as soon as she heard Fleur's soft footsteps her head shot right up.
"Why hullo. So…how did it go last night? You were out awfully late; I'm surprised one of the professors didn't catch you."
"Vell, it's a good zing they didn't, I'm already in a very bad mood."
"Oh, so he was being a jerk again?"
"Yez."
"Enough said, lets go to the great hall."
Fleur and Hermione entered for breakfast and immediately took the two spots Harry and Ron had saved for them. Fleur was grateful for being around the three; for it seemed they were much more mature then some of the older students.
"I'm very happy you're on the team Fleur. There needs to be more girls like you." Harry said with a smile.
"Zank you Harry."
Hermione shot him a look and he quickly noticed his mistake.
"But I mean not a whole lot of girls can compare to Hermione either." Harry corrected himself.
Hermione seemed satisfied with the remark and went back to eating her porridge. Ron gazed at Fleur and Fleur began to feel a bit self-conscious. But she gracefully glanced back and returned the smile.
Percy came striding in to the great hall and spotted the little group at the end of the table. He sauntered over and took a seat on the other side of Fleur. She smiled at him and whispered a small good morning.
"Well good morning Fleur…I ah, heard about what happened last night."
"Oh from Oliver I presume?" Fleur looked interestedly back at Percy.
"Well yes, he was a complete bastard for treating you that way, I mean… sorry for the language…"
"It's quite alright. I'm flattered you zink zo highly of me."
"I do…" Percy trailed off and looked deeply into Fleur's eyes.
"You all need to stop talking about us!" George said as he and Fred interrupted.
"Right, we always want to talk about you two, people I would rather not aspire to." Ron retorted.
"Ha Ha, little Ronikins!" Fred said and pinched Ron's cheek.
Ron rolled his eyes and went back to eating. Fleur smiled at George and Fred and then let her eyes stray down. She began to get that feeling of guilt climbing up her throat again. She was forming relationships with all these wonderful trusting people now, and she knew that she was sent here for a completely different reason.
Percy noted Fleur's sudden sulkiness and prodded her shoulder gently.
"Are you alright?"
"Oh yez, I vas just zinking about home."
"Oh, it will be great here! You'll see, I mean you already have friends." Percy comforted her.
Fleur plastered a forced grin on her face and went back to eating. That was exactly what she was afraid of, and Percy confirmed her belief. She was beginning to question if she would be capable of completing the task Madam Maxime had assigned her.
