As you may have guessed this is another very sad chapter. I am sorry to say that I murdered one of the main characters. I hope she forgives me… god I deserve Azkaban!

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Chapter 7 Another Sorrow

At that moment Hedwig came flying trough the open window he'd never closed it once Hedwig had left for Tonks, but at a second glance Harry saw that she wasn't flying she was crashing. Hedwig hit the floor with a sickening thud.

"HEDWIG" Harry yelled and ran over to her, his heart was beating so fast and hard that it he was almost vibrating. He bent down to pick her up but stopped himself in mid motion her left wing was bent in a very odd angle and he didn't dare to move her he might hurt her even more. He looked into Hedwig's amber eyes he could see that she was in extreme pain. He had to pick her up and get her to Mrs Weasley. He put his hands around her and carefully lifted her off the floor. She closed her amber eyes as the pain intensified. He looked around at Ron and Hermione. Ron looked very worried and Hermione down right scared.

"Open the door for me" He hissed at them, he didn't want to yell because of Hedwig. Hedwig never liked when people yelled. Ron ran over and opened the door.

"Where's Mrs Weasley" He asked them.

"She's in the drawing room" Ron said at once "I think… placing dust repelling charm"

Harry ran down the stairs and into the drawing room. Mr and Mrs Weasley were standing with their wands drawn and waving them at various objects.

"Mrs Weasley" Harry said urgently.

"Harry" She said and turned to him "Are you… oh" she trailed off as she saw Hedwig.

"What happened Harry" Mr Weasley asked seriously.

"I don't know she just flew in to the room and crashed on the floor" Harry said very fast "I think she has a broken wing, she's in pain"

He looked down at her in his hands her eyes where still closed in a painful expression. Mrs Weasley had run up and now stood beside him.

"We need to help her!" Mrs Weasley said urgently and walked towards the door, Harry, Mr Weasley, Ron and Hermione followed her.

"Harry" Mr Weasley asked him as they were walking after Mrs Weasley "From where were Hedwig arriving?"

"Ministry of magic, if that is were Tonks reads her post" Harry said hastily.

"Oh" Mr Weasley replied as if he understood something and sighted heavily.

"Harry" Hermione's voice said from behind him in a whisper "Is Hedwig all right?"

"Of course not" Harry snapped at her and looked down at Hedwig. She must be in so much pain Harry thought.

"Don't worry Hedwig it'll be all right" He whispered to her. Mrs Weasley turned down a corridor, walked over to a door, and opened it. Harry had never been in this room before. It was a nice little room with a small bed in one corner a child's bed.

"Put Hedwig on the bed" Mrs Weasley said and flicked her wand and said some incantations. The Bed in the corner of the room flew over to the middle of the room and the bed legs grew so that it looked more like a table then a bed. Harry carefully put Hedwig down on the bed. She must be in so much pain Harry thought again she was all rigid and she didn't open her eyes.

Mrs Weasley looked up at him with a sad expression but didn't do anything.

"Do something" He hissed at Mrs Weasley, he didn't want to startle Hedwig by yelling full out.

He looked around at the rest of them they were all watching him sadly "What!" he snapped as loud as he dared. No one said anything. "Give her some pain reducing potion!" Harry told Mrs Weasley.

"Oh, Harry" Said Hermione softly with tears in her eyes "Hedwig isn't in any pain"

"How can you say that she has broken her wing of course she is in pain" He replied angrily.

"Harry" Mrs Weasley said also very softly also with tears in her eyes "could you check Hedwig's pulse?"

"Yeah" Harry said glad that someone said something that made sense. He bent down to Hedwig and carefully put his hand over her chest. She was such a little bird Harry thought. She looked much bigger then she actually was due to all her feathers. She had so much feathers he couldn't even feel her pulse through them, he started to whirl his fingers down in her plumage, she hated when people did that but it couldn't be helped.

"Hang on a moment" Harry said to Mrs Weasley "She has so many feathers"

He still couldn't feel any pulse, odd he thought maybe he could feel it easier if on her neck. He moved his hand over to Hedwig's neck but he didn't feel anything. He usually could feel her quick beating bird heart by just stroking her, not to mention her breathing.

"Harry… she's dead" Whispered Hermione's voice from beside him.

"Who" Harry asked, what was Hermione on about he wondered.

"Harry Hedwig is dead" She said softly tears were now rolling down her cheeks.

"Stop it Hermione it isn't funny" Harry said angrily. Why would Hermione say such a stupid thing why was every body behaving so stupidly?

"Harry, Hedwig doesn't breath and her heart isn't beating" Ron said as firmly as he could though his voice was shaking.

Harry blinked, he didn't understand. What were they on about, he tried to remember what Ron had said but he couldn't make any sense of it.

"What" He asked Ron uncertainly.

"Harry, your owl has been murdered" Mr Weasley said gravely.

"What do you mean?" Harry asked him.

"For heavens sake Harry! HEDWIG IS DEAD!" Hermione yelled at him and started to sob in her hands.

"Hedwig is dead?" He echoed. He tried to understand what they all meant but he just couldn't he knew that they were telling him horrible things so horrible that Hermione was crying.

"Look! We got to give her some pain reducing potion" Harry said trying to talk some sense into them.

"SHE ISN'T IN PAIN! IT IS TOO LATE! SHE'S DEAD!" Hermione yelled crying even more.

Harry looked down on Hedwig, Hermione had told him that it was too late for pain reducing potions, but it can't be it would only be to late if she is dead and Hedwig isn't dead she can't be.

Mrs Weasley had walked around the bed and hugged Harry firmly "I'm sorry Harry" She said. Harry's mind was working furiously why would Mrs Weasley say she was sorry Harry wondered and why was Hermione sobbing. They were all behaving as if someone was dead Harry thought. He tried to remember what they had told him, he could definitely remember them using the word 'dead'. Someone's dead he wondered for a moment but then his eyes fell on Hedwig. He had to help her. Right Mrs Weasley had asked him to take her pulse, but he couldn't find it. Now why can that be he thought for a moment, her heart must have stopped beating he realized and if your heart stops beating, you are dead! He broke lose from Mrs Weasley's hug and bent down to Hedwig trying desperately to feel her pulse.

"She hasn't got a pulse" He yelled at them he could feel tears rolling down his cheeks.

"She hasn't got a pulse" He repeated in disbelief.

"Wake up" He yelled at his dead owl. He tried desperately to make her respond, he even tried to make her stand up but as soon as he let go she fell stiffly back onto the bed.

"No" He whispered. He realized suddenly how they had tried to tell him that Hedwig was dead. He started to cry aloud. He had to get out of there he couldn't stand another second of it he had to run. He left the room and begun to run up the stairs towards his room he got half way up before he realized that someone was already in the stairs on their way down. It was Fleur. Harry almost fell down the stairs from pure shock but managed to catch the railing. Harry didn't know what to do he just stared at her.

"What happened, Harry?" Fleur asked him concernedly. Harry's feelings were torn shattered burned and frozen he just knew that he wanted to be with Fleur no matter what his mind had to say about it.

He took a step towards her, threw his arms around her and sobbed uncontrollably into her shoulder. For a long moment, he just cried while Fleur patted his back and whispered with her French accent "it will be okay" over and over again. When he managed to control his sobs a little, Fleur pulled him away from the stairs and up to Buckbeak's room. Buckbeak looked at them expectantly but when he couldn't smell any food he went back to his usual hobby, pruning his feathers.

"What happened?" Fleur asked him.

"It's Hedwig" Harry said he was still crying but not so much that it prevented him from speaking "She's dead too"

"Oh, Harry I'm so sorry" Fleur said and she truly looked it. "Where you close to Hedwig?"

"She was my first real friend" He replied and begun to sob again he couldn't help it he found the fact that Hedwig 'was' his friend very sad. She would never again drop down for a piece of his bacon and a quick hello before going to sleep in the owlery, never again bring him a letter and never again keep him company on privet drive.

They walked over to the bed and sat down. Fleur held him so closely that Harry could feel her heartbeat it was very comforting. After a few moments, Fleur begun to cry too, Harry held her tightly. They cried without speaking for hours. Harry must have fallen asleep at some point because the following morning he awoke by a knock on the door. He tried to sit up but as he did so, he realised that Fleur was sleeping on his chest. She opened her deep blue eyes and her pupils contracted as she focused on his eyes.

"Fleur" He mumbled her eyes were red from crying and he guessed that his eyes were to. There was another sharp knock on the door and they both sat up.

"Come in" Harry said and Hermione entered the room. She glared at Fleur but managed to drag her eyes of her and onto Harry instead.

"All right Harry?" Hermione asked nervously.

"Never better" He said sarcastically he couldn't help it he didn't want Hermione to glare that way at Fleur.

"I just wanted to tell you that there it's breakfast. You don't have to come down I can bring you something" She offered.

"Could you bring us toast and something to drink" Harry asked.

Hermione hesitated for a moment as she looked at Fleur then she looked back at Harry "Yeah sure" She said and left the room.

Fleur sighted "Another great thing about being a veela"

"What?" Harry asked her.

"I haven't had a single friend since I started school" Fleur said sadly.

"What do you mean you're nice and funny and caring" Harry said incredulously "You can't have any problems making friends"

"You would be surprised" Fleur replied grimly.

"Are you serious?" Harry asked.

"Yeah, most girls hate me" Fleur said.

"Why" Harry asked her utterly bewildered.

"Oh come on Harry, haven't you seen the way Hermione and Ginny glares at me?" Fleur asked him.

"I suppose, are all girls like that?" Harry asked her.

"Yes" She said heavily.

Harry knew that Hermione and Ginny were very nice girls, normally, and if they glared at Fleur, most girls probably would.

"I'm sorry" Harry said "How do you manage it?"

"I told you aunt Nancy helped me allot, I practically spent every afternoon in her office" She replied.

They sat in silence for a moment.

Harry sighted "Why is it so hard?" He asked her.

Fleur sighted too "It just is" She replied and then added "But it's nothing personal and you do have the choice to end it… Harry have you ever considered… you know… it can be made painless you just go to sleep and it will never hurt again"

"Yes" Harry said flatly "But never really seriously, most of the time I just wish I had died with mum"

They sat in silence again. Harry suddenly remembered that Fleur might very well be a spy, his thoughts panicked for a moment but then he decided that he would rather be happy with Fleur for now and take the consequences later on. In fact, he didn't really care if Fleur killed him in a few days if he could be happy with her until then. It was a horrible prospect but it was the way it had to be, Harry was beaten he didn't have the will to fight anymore he just wanted the pain to go away no matter what, even if it meant to close his eyes for reality.

"I Love you Fleur" He whispered to her tears filling up in his eyes.

"I love you too Harry" She replied. Harry's tears rolled out of his eyes and down his cheeks. This was all he asked for, even if it probably was a lie but Harry couldn't be sure and the thought warmed his heart.

They held each other tightly. Harry could feel Fleur's heartbeat again. It was a very comforting and a very powerful feeling.

There was a knock on the door. This time Harry got up from the bed and opened it. Hermione was standing outside with a tray full of toasts, bacon, egg two glasses and a pitcher full of pumpkin juice.

"Thanks" Harry said happily, he felt much better since his decision to give in to Fleur.

"Harry can I have a word with you?" Hermione asked him when he was about to close the door.

"Sure I'm just going to put this down" He said gesturing at the tray, he went into the room a gain and put the tray down on the desk.

"Hermione wants a word" He informed Fleur. Fleur rolled her eyes and Harry smiled at her "Don't worry I'll be back"

"What is it Hermione?" He asked her when he had closed the door. Hermione didn't reply she pulled him away from the door and in to an empty room which belonged to Tonks.

"What" He asked her.

"Harry has she done something?" Hermione asked seriously.

"Like what?" Harry asked.

"Like the thing boys and girls do when they spend the night together" Hermione said blushing badly. She didn't blush half as bad as Harry did however.

"No" He replied.

"Nothing at all?" She asked him suspiciously.

"No" Harry said firmly.

"Then why did you spend the night together?" She asked him curiously.

"I've given up" Harry confessed.

"Given up?" Echoed Hermione as if she didn't really understand.

"I don't care if she is lying to me I'm happy with her and I love her. And if she kills me later on I will at least be happy before I die" Harry said and walked out of the room before Hermione could stop him he ran all the way back to Buckbeak's room. He smiled to himself vaguely as he entered he wished he could see Ron's face when Hermione told him the news, Ron was very good at making funny faces. He knew he should feel very guilty about upsetting and deserting his friends like this but at the moment he couldn't care less.

Fleur was sitting at the end of the bed feeding Buckbeak bacon from the tray.

"I'm an evil veela that lures innocent boys into bed?" Fleur asked him with a smile.

"Yeah something like that. I shut her up pretty well though" Harry said.

"What did you say" Fleur asked.

"Told her that I didn't even care if you killed me because I would die happy" He said truthfully.

He sat down next to her and started eating a buttered toast, he was hungry in a way that he hadn't been for days and the food tasted great.

"So what do you want to do today?" Harry asked her.

"I don't know... we could play something" Fleur said childishly.

"Sounds good" Harry replied he liked the childish tone in Fleur's voice.

"Yeah, so what kind of games do you play?" She asked him as she poured herself another glass of pumpkin juice.

"Well Quidditch is out of the question, and since it's just the two of us all I can think of is chess and exploding snap" He replied.

"Oh" Fleur said slightly disappointed.

"Or we can eat Lying Liquorice and tell horrible lies" Harry said before he could stop himself. He had no intention in using it to force information out of Fleur. In fact, he wasn't going to ask her even if the chance turned up he didn't want to know he was much happier unknowingly.

"Lying Liquorice?" Fleur asked him.

"Yeah it forces you to tell lies, never tried it though" Harry said in a rather strained voice.

"You think it works?"

Harry nodded.

"Okay but you'll go first" She told him and smiled.

"Fair enough" He said as he finished his toast "Are you done?"

"Uh-huh" She replied and got up from the bed.

"Right" Harry said and got up as well he gave the rest of the eggs and bacon to Buckbeak.

They walked out of the room and down the stairs when they passed their rooms Fleur stopped.

"Harry I think I need to freshen up a bit first, lets meet down in the drawing room in half an hour?" She asked him, a part of Harry's brain told him that she might take precautions against various truth telling potions in that half hour but Harry ignored that part.

"Yeah all right 30 minutes then" He said.

Fleur ran off towards the bathroom and Harry was left alone in the corridor. He didn't have much choice then to enter his room.

As he entered Ron was sitting on the chair in which he'd fallen asleep in Hermione was sitting in his lap, they were kissing. Harry closed the door a little harder the necessary to break them up. Hermione gave a shriek and turned so quickly to look at Harry that Ron slithered halfway off the chair, which in turn caused Hermione to lose her balance and fall forward on Ron. Ron who had already almost fallen of the chair fell to the floor with a crash Hermione landed on top of him and the chair tangled up in their legs.

"What's with that chair" Harry asked them. They didn't reply the slowly untangled them self from each other and the chair and stood up both blushing furiously.

"I must warn you" Harry said seriously "That is an old chair you will break it one day"

"Oh, Shut up Harry" Ron said irritably "You can't talk you spent the night with Fleur"

"So what" Harry challenged.

"At least Hermione cares for me" Ron said angrily.

"As far as I know Fleur loves me" Harry replied stubbornly.

"What has she done to you Harry?" Hermione asked him concernedly.

"Nothing" He replied "We haven't even kissed but I don't care I'm happy with her"

"Why would you spend the night together if you don't even kiss?" Ron asked him curiously.

This made his temper flare "Crying mostly" he snapped.

Ron didn't reply and neither did Hermione. Harry walked over to his trunk and got his box of Lying Liquorice he had his back turned to Ron and Hermione so he doubted they could se what he was looking for. He got up and walked towards the door.

"Will you tell us Harry?" Hermione asked him.

"What" He asked not turning around to face her.

"If you notice Fleur doing anything odd" She asked him urgently.

"That's the orders business not mine. I'm going to be happy with Fleur for as long as possible hopefully forever if not I wont complain" He said coolly and left the room

He glanced down at his watch he still had time to get a shower himself, he walked of to the second bathroom it was not as large or as luxurious decorated as the largest but it was still much better then the bathroom at privet drive. Harry enjoyed a cool shower it was a rather hot summer day. When he was done he found a huge white towel in a cupboard in which he dried himself, he got dressed and exited for the drawing room. He was a couple of minutes late but so was Fleur they arrived at the same time.

"Feels better doesn't it" Fleur stated.

"Yeah, want some Liquorice?" He asked her as innocently as he could and held out the tiny box.

"Nice try Harry but you shouldn't have told me before. You first" She said smiling gleefully.

"Right" He said and opened the box picked up a pastille and put it in his mouth it tasted like normal Liquorice.

"Is it working?" She asked him and sat down in one of huge armchairs.

He could feel a burning desire to lie to her "No not at all they must have tricked me" He lied and then added in a mutter to make his lie more convincible "Lucky I didn't pay anything"

"Oh" Fleur said looking a little disappointed "Maybe it takes some time"

"Yeah how stupid of me of course it takes some time they said it would need about ten minutes to reach full effect" Harry lied.

Fleur looked closely at him "It is working isn't it?"

"Nope not at all" Harry lied merrily.

"Oh if you say so" Fleur said and smirked "Oh Harry, do you truly love me?" She said in a theatrical voice.

"I'm afraid not my fair lady. I'm deeply in love with my last Defence against the dark arts professor" Harry lied happily.

Fleur lost her smile and asked him seriously "The one who used a blood quill on you?"

"No, that was Sirius Black the notorious mass murderer" He felt bad about his last lie the Liquorice forced him to try to get the most far-fetched lies to seem true.

Fleur giggled a bit "Who do you hate?"

In reality, it was Voldemort and Wormtail but now he need to lie.

"I hate and detest you Fleur above all others then that awful git Ron Weasley and the mudblood Hermione Granger and oh yeah Ginny Weasley the little brat" He said fiercely, he was a bit surprised that he had used the word mudblood. Fleur looked a little shocked to hear his tone of voice but soon recovered and smiled wickedly

"So tell me darling, which you love above all others" She had developed a grin so evil and playful that the twins would be green of envy.

"My biggest love in this world is Lord Voldemort and Wormtail, unfortunately Wormtail died shortly after Halloween 1981. It's my biggest sorrow" He lied and pretended to be sad.

"Tell me what you love so much about Voldemort?" Fleur asked him. Harry was a bit surprised that she used his name, but then again her family was dead because of him, and if she were anything like Harry, she would use his name after that.

"Most of all his beautiful singing voice I can't get enough of it and then he is tall. His skin is white as new fallen snow and then there is his eyes" Harry sighted dramatically "So deep and red, every time I look in to them I'm sure I can se his heart" Harry enjoyed his love description of Lord Voldemort he was quite sure no one had ever described him that way.

Fleur was laughing uncontrollably "I never thought I would hear that" she finally managed to say.

"So why do you hate Ginny Weasley" She asked him again with a wicked smile.

"She's" but he broke off he couldn't find anything to say about her "I think it has worn off" He said truthfully.

"Aww" Said Fleur sadly "Now I'll never know why you hate poor Ginny"

"Nope!" Harry said grinning.

"Look Fleur you don't have to take it just because I did it" Harry said, he didn't want to ask Fleur questions that could endanger his newfound world of happiness.

"Don't be stupid Harry, I'll be fun" She stated and pulled the little box of Lying Liquorice from him. She opened it and ate one of the pastilles.

"Is it working?" He asked her expecting a no.

"No" Harry looked at her in disbelief "I'm serious Harry!" She said so seriously that Harry wondered for a moment if she actually was serious.

"Oh yeah, tell me do you have any veela blood?" He asked.

"No, I wish I had though I always wanted to be a veela" Fleur lied obviously.

"Oh" Harry knew that Fleur expected him to ask her if he loved her. He regretted very badly that he had thought of the stupid idea to eat Lying Liquorice but it couldn't be helped.

"Who do you love above all others?" He asked her trying to smile what if he was one of these peoples.

"Ah" Fleur sighted dreamily "my Lord Voldemort of course and my dear, dear classmates from Beauxbaton Ms Reoson and Ms Erion" Fleur said as if she was lost in wonderful dreams of them together.

"So how come you love these particular class mates so much?" Harry asked her.

"They are so loyal to me. They would never dream of doing anything to hurt me. We are very close and love each other very much. Like you Hermione and Ron" Fleur said happily.

"Yeah well they might not love me so much at the moment" Harry muttered. He sat in silence for a moment trying to figure out next question but couldn't think of anything.

"What wouldn't you ask a part veela if you knew she would lie" Harry asked.

"If she loves me" Fleur said plainly.

Stupid Harry though stupid, stupid, stupid. Now he had to face reality and ask her the question that hurt him.

"Who do you hate" He asked her and looked down on the floor; he didn't dare to face her.

"I hate you Harry Potter" Harry had never been so relieved in his entire life He was so happy he supposed that Fleur could have tricked the Liquorice but Harry didn't care his dream world was safe "and I hate Bill Weasley and I hate…" She trailed off and started to cry miserably.

Harry jumped up from his chair and stepped over to hers, which only were a couple of feet away from his.

"Are you okay" He asked her as he pulled her close in a hug.

"Yes" She lied and smiled brightly for a short moment before starting to cry again.

"I also hate…" She tried to continue to tell Harry whom she hated but couldn't.

"You don't have to answer" Harry said soothingly. "Just forget about it"

"Gabrielle!" Fleur wailed and cried worse then ever onto Harry's shoulder. Harry gently lifted Fleur off the chair and sat down himself with Fleur in his lap. He had never seen Fleur cry like this. It was horrible too see someone he cared so deeply for wail and screech as if they never were going to be happy again. He just held her and patted her back every now and the he whispered that it was going to be okay. He could see Mrs Weasley run into the room looking very pale as if she had been expecting to see Voldemort himself. She must have heard Fleur screaming but when she saw Harry and Fleur her expression softened and to Harry's great relief turned around and left the room.

"Tell me when it wears off" He whispered to her she looked up at him and nodded, her face was wet with tears and her eyes read and puffy. Harry felt very bad for her. She bend down in his shoulder and sobbed some more. She slowly stopped crying and looked up at him.

"Do you really think it will ever be okay?" Fleur asked him.

"It just has to be" He replied but he didn't know if it would "I don't remember it but I must have gotten over my parents at some point"

"Do you remember them?" Fleur asked him seriously.

"Not by my self" He said softly.

"What do you mean" She asked him.

"Have you ever met a dementor?" He asked.

"No I don't think so, but we studied them in defence against the dark arts" She said.

"Trust me you would remember if you ever met a dementor" Harry said and shuttered, the pure memory made him feel sick, he sometimes wondered if his boggart ever would turn into something else then a dementor but now he was quite sure they wouldn't.

"Oh" She said "But what does that got to do with your parents?"

"They force me to relive the night" He said "when my parents were killed"

"I'm sorry Harry, but at least you remember something" She said softly.

"Yeah, wish it was something more pleasant though" He muttered.

"I remember that night too. I must have been four years old. We were celebrating Halloween at home with my family and some friends of my parents I only remember it because I had to go to the hospital. Dad scared me and I fell and hit my head so hard that I fainted. I woke up the day after at the hospital. I heard the healer tell my mum that they shouldn't scare me so badly. Later that day we all celebrated that Voldemort was gone." Fleur told him.

"I'll have to remember not scare you then" Harry teased her.

"Shut up" She said smilingly.

"So when's your birthday?" He asked her as he realised he didn't even know how old Fleur was.

"January 30th" She said and then added "1977"

"That makes you 19" Harry stated it felt a little odd being with a girl three years older.

"Yeah" Fleur agreed "I know"

Harry smiled. "Too bad you missed my birthday"

"Right July the 31st" Fleur said.

"You know?" Harry asked her.

"Yeah I'm a faithful fan Harry, of course I know when your birthday is" She explained and smiled viciously.

"Why do I get a feeling you're lying?" Harry asked her suspiciously.

"Because I had no idea until Ginny told me when we got here" Fleur explained with a wide smile "You know I think she might like you Harry"

"You do?" He asked her he felt somewhat flattered that Ginny liked him, now that she didn't adore him but he also felt a bit sad he didn't like her back.

"Yes" Fleur replied. Harry remembered his lesson from Cho, when the girl starts to talk about other peoples she wants to be kissed or at least that was what he remembered. Valentines Day was pretty long ago after all.

He moved closer to her and titled his face up to hers. Fleur seemed to have realized what he was trying to do because she lowered her head slightly so that she was facing him. Harry looked into her eyes he could feel her warm breath on his face, but he felt nothing what so ever. His mind panicked he wanted so badly to feel desire maybe if he kissed her and with that thought he bend forward the final inches between them. He felt their lips meet, they were very soft and warm and very alive. He knew that he should feel something by now but he didn't. He parted his lips slightly to kiss her more deeply. Fleur responded by doing the same. Harry had only kissed Cho once like this or rather she had kissed him but he felt as if time had stopped. Harry was now uncomfortably aware of that time passed and he didn't feel anything. He slowly pushed his tongue forward to hear mouth, Fleur did the same and their tongues met. Fleur's tongue was soft, warm and wet it had a very nice taste. He played with her tongue for a moment before his tongue slid across her even teeth and they took turn discovering each other mouths. He had to admit it was nice but it was just as nice just to hug her tightly. He felt miserably and pulled away from the kiss. Fleur looked at him sadly.

"I'm sorry" He said and looked away from her.

"Me too" She replied, Harry didn't know why she was sorry, was he perhaps a bad kisser.

"Was I that bad?" He asked her.

"No, you are a great kisser Harry" Fleur said firmly "And you taste good too"

"Fleur I…" he trailed off maybe he would upset her if he told her. He felt he had too, and maybe, maybe it usually didn't feel anything maybe it was only his nervousness that made the kisses with Cho to feel different.

"Isn't it supposed to feel anything?" He asked clumsily.

"It's supposed to feel wonderful" Fleur said sadly. Harry had found kissing Cho very interesting but he couldn't say that it was wonderful. He had been so confused when she cried all over him. Maybe it was something wrong with him why couldn't he find it wonderful to kiss Fleur or Cho.

"I think there is something wrong with me" He said in a defeated voice and added very fast "Maybe I can't feel desire. What if Voldemort destroyed me somehow, I know I Love you and I should be excited to kiss you and all. But I can't feel anything… at all."

"Harry, I couldn't feel anything either" Fleur said quietly.

"Well that is not really odd is it, I mean you are beautiful and I'm just…" Harry said but was interrupted.

"Don't say that Harry" Fleur said warningly "You are beautiful if I say so, and I say so"

Harry smiled sadly at her "I love you Fleur"

"I love you too Harry" She replied gently.

"Do you think it will feel better later?" He asked her.

"I don't know Harry. It's all so confusing with Bill and all" Fleur said sadly. Harry kicked himself mentally. He'd kissed Bill's girlfriend, what kind of friend was he?

"Don't Harry" Fleur said as she saw his expression "I can't go on with Bill if I have feelings for you can I?"

"Yes you can!" Harry exclaimed "You love him and you love to kiss him"

"But I don't feel as close to him as I do to you" Fleur said loudly her French accent sounding through more then usual.

Harry sighted.

"Look Harry Bill is away for two weeks and unless they send me on a mission I'm not going anywhere. We will have loads of time to figure every thing out and I bet we are just too torn up to really appreciate anything except closeness" Fleur said trying to logic with the situation. He had completely forgotten that Fleur probably was a spy.

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Poor Harry is broken, at last… and as to Hedwig, Harry will have his revenge even if he is too noble to ever see it that way. Please, Please Review!