Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, I am writing this fanfiction for my own amusement and make no profit, all recognizable characters in this story are the property of J.K Rowling, Scholastic, Warner Brothers, etc.
AN: I have been reading a lot of Harry/Fleur pairing stories of late and figured I would give it a try. I decided to go with an old cliche where Harry is three years older and his brother is BWL. The timeline has been moved forward three years to accommodate this and there will not be any Potter parent bashing. I will try to keep this story unique, I know of several authors who have taken this route before and I don't wish to step on anyone's toes.
Great Hall, Hogwarts, 10/31/1997, 20:07
...The Beauxbaton champion is... Fleur Delacour!" Dumbledore exclaimed his voice echoing through the great hall.
The students clapped and cheered especially the males who watched the silvery blond-haired champion rise gracefully from her seat and make her way to the room off to the left side of the staff table.
Harry watched from his seat at the Hufflepuff table, Delacour was snobbish and seemed a bit haughty. Harry watched her walk through the door before he glanced at the Ravenclaw table where the rest of the Beauxbaton students looked positively heartbroken, one girl was actually crying causing Harry to audibly snort in amusement.
"Something tickle your funny bone mate?" Cedric asked from his right.
"Just promise me when tbe goblet picks me, that you won't start crying," Harry smirked at his best mate.
"As if, I am the better choice even Chang says so," Cedric retorted.
"Only because she wants you to tickle her cauldron," Harry returned.
"Already have, did you know she sha-
" The champion for Durmstrang is," Dumbledore paused for dramatic effect before grinning and announcing, " Viktor Krum!"
The reaction from the hall was deafening, students stood and clapped whistling and cheering and the Durmstrang students banged their goblets on the table adding to the din. Harry could just make out the Durmstrang headmaster yelling something as Krum walked through the door and disappeared from sight.
All eyes fell on the goblet as the most important champion to the majority of the students would be chosen next.
Every eye in the hall watched with bated breath as the flames in the goblet changed from blue to a deep red and a slip of parchment was shot into the air.
Dumbledore deftly snatched it out of the air before holding it close to the goblet's blue flame to read it.
With a beaming smile, the headmaster announced, " now the moment most of you have all been waiting for, the champion that will represent Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry. It is my pleasure, no my privilege to announce the student to represent Hogwarts, the champion that will bring our school victory is none other than... Harry Potter!"
Harry thought his eardrums were going to burst from all the noise around him, Cedric smacked him on the back grinning broadly, "way to go, mate!" Cedric yelled over the noise before pushing Harry out of his seat.
"Quit shoving," Harry grinned as he got to his feet.
"Go on mate, get in there," Cedric yelled out, he was grinning from ear to ear.
Harry was congratulated by his housemates as he walked along the table, many shaking his hand or slapping him on the back.
Finally, he cleared the Hufflepuff table and made his way across the hall before stepping into the antechamber with the other champions.
When he stepped inside he noticed a fire blazing merrily in tbe fireplace, Krum was standing in front of it seemingly watching the flames, Delacour was looking around the room admiring the collection of trophies on display on the far wall.
"So you are ze 'ogwarts champion zen?" Fleur asked eyeing him critically.
"Yep," Harry shrugged as he leaned against the wall waiting for the judges to come in and give them their instructions.
Harry glanced around the room it looked like a hidden trophy room, above the fireplace was a massive mirror.
Harry took a minute to check his reflection in the mirror, his mother's eyes looked back at him. The older he got the more of her he saw in his features, her eyes, nose and the softness to his features. He was now an inch under six foot tall, since the daily Quidditch workouts his chest and arms were starting to fill out. According to Sirius, he had his father's build. Then there was the infamous Potter hair which he always kept cut short.
His self-observation was interrupted when he saw a set of azure blue eyes looking at him in amusement
"And I zought zat veela were supposed to be ze only ones obsessed with zeir own reflection," Delacour smirked.
Harry's retort was cut off when he heard angry chatter from the hall and looked towards the door when he saw it pushed open.
"What are you doing here, Will?" Harry asked in exasperation as his younger brother entered the room looking more than a little confused.
"M-my name came out of the goblet," Will muttered n shock.
"What do you mean your name came out?" Harry demanded.
"I mean a piece of paper with my name on it came out of the goblet!" William snapped irritably.
"You have got to be joking, mum is going to kill me," Harry moaned.
"Huh?" Will asked looking even more confused.
"Every time you pull one of these shenanigans I get in trouble for not stopping you, how did you do it?" Harry demanded irritation evident in his voice.
I did-
Willam was cut off as the door burst open again and Ludo Bagman exclaimed," gentlemen and lady meet the fourth champion!"
"I heard, how did my brother's name come out of the cup? He's fourteen," Harry demanded.
Before Bagman could answer the door opened again and a whole group of people entered the small room.
They were all squabbling amongst themselves. Dumbledore and the heads of the foreign school were in the lead arguing loudly followed by McGonagall who every so often would weigh into the argument. Snape, Sprout, Moody, and Crouch took up the rear though they just seemed to be observing the heads arguing.
"Oh brother, how do you always manage to leave so much chaos in your wake?" Harry asked Will who shot him an amused grin
"Ze boy cannot compete, Albus 'e is too young," Madam Maxime exclaimed loudly.
"There is no choice in the matter, his name came out of the goblet. He is bound by the magic of the tournament," Barty Crouch cut in.
"Perhaps if he was expelled from Hogwarts the goblet would no longer recognize him as a school champion," Snape suggested causing both Potter brothers to roll their eyes in amusement.
"He was not entered as a Hogwarts champion," Dumbledore said dismissively before turning to Will, " William, did you enter your name in the goblet of fire?"
"No, sir," William said clearly.
"Did you ask an older student, perhaps your brother to put your name in the goblet of fire?" Dumbledore pressed.
"No, I don't want to be part of the tournament!" Will said hotly.
"Would you swear on oath to this?" Snape asked silkily.
"I would," Will said and went to raise his wand.
"That won't be necessary Mr Potter," Dumbledore cut in.
"Since Hogwarts has two champions I demand we be allowed to choose another champion for our schools as well," Karkaroff cut in looking livid.
"Even if we were to do that they would not be legitimate champions the goblet will not recognize them and should they win the tournament the cup will still be awarded to the highest-ranking legitimate champion," Crouch cut in.
"But 'e is not a legitimate champion, this is a tri-wizard tournament zat means three, three legitimate champions were chosen and zen ze little boy's name came out!" Fleur Delacour exclaimed angrily.
"Should someone perhaps check the goblet to figure out why it chose four champions in the first place?" Harry asked before William could retort to Delacour's barb.
"It will have to be sent to the department of mysteries, they are the only ones who truly understand the enchantments on the artefact and that will have to wait until the tournament is completed," Dumbledore said tiredly.
"Why?" Harry asked.
"Because the four of you are now bound to the goblet and there is a risk to your magic if the goblet is tampered with during the tournament," Dumbledore explained delicately.
"Oh mum is going to love this," Harry groaned.
"I can only imagine, now can we press on?" Dumbledore asked somewhat impatiently.
"I cannot believe you are allowing this travesty to continue, you already have home-field advantage and now you have two champions!" Karkaroff exclaimed angrily.
"My hands are tied in the matter, Igor," Dumbledore said calmly.
"Not to interrupt this circular argument but can we just get on with this already?" Harry said loudly sensing the argument from earlier was about to start up again.
"Five points from Hufflepuff for cheek Potter," Snape said silkily but didn't seem to disagree with Harry's assessment.
"Right, well the first task is facing the unknown courage under pressure is a great quality in a wizard. You will be going into the first task with just your wand and your wits," Bagman began.
"Sounds simple enough," Harry chuckled.
"All champions are exempt from the end of year examinations but you are allowed to take them if you wish. You may not seek help from the faculty of the school you are competing for. Finally, there will be a wand weighing ceremony and a Yule Ball that is mandatory for all champions to attend," Crouch picked up where Bagman left off.
"So you are actually going to let ze little boy compete?" Fleur asked incredulously.
"Calm yourself, princess, you were never going to win this tournament anyway," Harry chuckled shooting the French champion a smirk.
"And you think zat you will?" Fleur asked derisively.
"Of course I will, just make sure you wear something pretty at the presentation ceremony and I might let you hold the cup before it comes back where it belongs," Harry smirked as he gestured to the Tri-Wizard cup sitting in the display case
"I believe that will be all for tonight, Olympe, Igor care for a nightcap?" Dumbledore asked politely.
"Oui, there are still things we must discuss but I must take Fleur back to ze carriage first," Madam Maxime said after some thought.
"I am sure Mr Potter would be more than happy to escort her," Dumbledore said his eyes twinkling in amusement.
"Actually I ha-
"Excellent, Mr Potter if you would," Dumbledore gestured to Harry.
"Very well, please tell professor Debois I will be back shortly,"Madam Maxime said to Fleur in rapid French.
Fleur nodded and then looked at Harry expectantly. Sighing Harry looked at Will, " write to mum and tell her about this and make sure you emphasize that this was not my fault," Harry ordered before walking to the door and pausing.
Fleur had stayed where she was, tapping her foot impatiently.
"What are you waiting for an invitation?" Harry asked when he noticed she hadn't moved.
"You will escort me properly," Fleur said haughtily.
"Great, Alicia is going to love this," Harry sighed as walked back to Fleur and offered her his arm.
"Do not look so dour Monsieur Potter, many men would kill to 'ave me on zeir arm," Fleur smirked as she looped her arm through his and allowed him to lead her out of the chamber then across the thankfully empty great hall.
Harry almost made it to the door before his luck took a nosedive.
"Oi, what the hell is this then?!" Alicia Spinnet demanded flanked by her fellow chasers on the Gryffindor team.
They were all three heading up the main staircase when Fleur and Harry passed, now all three of them were glaring daggers at them and making their way back down.
"Dumbledore volunteered me to escort her to the carriages," Harry explained in an exasperated tone.
" 'arry offered to show me 'is trouser wand," Fleur added in a much thicker French accent as if she didn't speak English very well.
"He what!?" Alicia demanded her eyes narrowing to slits.
"I said no such thing!" Harry protested.
"Zen 'e squeezed my derriere," Fleur added looking very confused as if she wasn't sure this was an English custom or not.
Harry paled at the look on Alicia"s face and glared daggers at a smirking Fleur.
"I swear she is having you on," Harry implored looking at Alicia warily.
"Oui, I would not let zis British pig touch moi," Fleur assured the girls and steered Harry out the main doors.
"I am going to enjoy beating you in this tournament," Harry said flatly.
"Non, you will enjoy watching my perfect derriere from second place," Fleur rebutted as they started crossing the lawn.
"What is your deal?" Harry asked as they neared the carriage.
"Zat is for me to know, good night Monsieur Potter," Fleur said as she released his arm and walked into the carriage leaving him standing there scowling at the door she had just slammed shut.
"What a brat," Harry muttered as he headed back towards the castle.
He really had more important things to worry about besides the French champion playing games with his girlfriend.
How did Will get entered into the tournament, since Will's first year and Harry's third his little brother had been getting into these situations?
In Harry's third year Will had almost gotten killed preventing the defence professor from stealing the philosopher's stone.
In Harry's fourth year Will had gone into the chamber of secrets to save the Weasley girl. Will had been bitten by a fucking basilisk, killed said basilisk with the sword of Gryffindor, and destroyed a possessed diary saving Ginny Weasley from having her soul consumed by a sixteen-year-old incarnation of Voldemort.
Harry knew it wasn't Will's fault, he had been famous since he was a little over a year old. The same night their father was killed, Will somehow rebounded the Dark Lord Voldemort's killing curse making him famous around the world as the boy-who-lived.
Harry and his mother had been out trick-or-treating in the village that night, it was his fourth birthday present. Harry could still remember hearing the explosion from the other side of the village and his mother scooping him up and running back to their home.
He could remember seeing a gaping hole on the second floor where his and Will's bedroom was and his mom sobbing.
That's all he remembered because his mother took him to Mrs Bagshots' house while she left to call for help.
Later she and Padfoot came to pick him up and that's when they told him his dad had been killed protecting Will. Harry couldn't remember much after that, he had cried himself to sleep that night and many after.
Since that night his mother had moved them to Surrey. They had lived in a muggle neighbourhood a couple of blocks over from his magical hating relatives though they very rarely saw one another.
Sighing, Harry pushed open the doors and headed towards his common room.
Great Hall, Scotland, 11/1/1997, 09:39
Harry took a seat at the Hufflepuff table next to Cedric and groaned, the celebration of his nomination as Hogwarts champion had lasted until three this morning.
"Hi, Harry congratulations," a redheaded fourth-year said, she blushed crimson when Harry looked her way.
"Good morning Susan, Hannah," Harry said to the girl and her friend.
Harry heard Cedric sniggering beside him and ignored it as he filled his plate with bacon and eggs.
"There is a rumour going around that you escorted the French champion out last night," Hannah spoke up.
"Well, it depends on which rumour you heard," Harry shrugged before taking a large bite of eggs.
"That you escorted her to the carriages on the headmaster's orders," Hannah said.
"Yeah that rumour is true," Harry answered.
" Good," came a voice from behind him.
"Harry turned to see Alicia Spinnet standing behind him.
" How are the Griffs handling my brother being a champion?" Harry asked curiously before placing a kiss on Alicia's cheek.
"They were thrilled, I think I even saw him get his first kiss," Alicia giggled.
"From who?" Hannah asked excitedly.
"Hermione Granger," Alicia replied before snatching a piece of bacon from his plate.
"Oh hell," Harry and Cedric sighed in unison.
"What?" Alicia asked in surprise.
"I just lost ten galleons," Harry exclaimed.
"I lost twelve," Cedric muttered.
"What was the bet?" Susan asked.
"When Granger and Will would finally hook up," Cedric answered.
Before the conversation could go any further the mail arrived and to his horror the saw the family owl Mercury winging its way towards Harry with a crimson red howler clutched in his talons.
Harry glanced over at Will and noticed the smirk on the boy's face, the little wanker had set him up.
"Why did your mother send you a howler?" Alicia asked in surprise.
"Because my little brother is a wanker," Harry said as the large screech owl landed in front of him and dropped the envelope on his hand. As soon as the envelope touch his skin the hall was filled with his mother's magically magnified voice. The strange thing was that she wasn't yelling which was what a person usually used a howler for, this howler was speaking in a tone a mother would adopt to talk to a very young child.
HARRY JAMES POTTER, MUMMY'S SO PROUD OF YOU! HOGWARTS CHAMPION, CONGRATULATIONS MY LITTLE SNUGGLY BEAR. I WILL BE THERE TO CHEER ON MUMMY'S BIG BOY THROUGHOUT THE ENTIRE TOURNAMENT! GOODBYE HARRY AND REMEMBER, MUMMY LOVES HER LITTLE SNUGGLY BEAR!
His mother's magically amplified voice echoed around the great hall and then exploded into heart-shaped confetti after the howler finished talking.
The hall was dead silent for thirty seconds before Cedric started roaring in laughter beside him and soon tbe entire hall followed suit, Harry scowled at his brother who was holding his sides trying to stay seated at the Gryffindor table.
Contrary to the lore that seemed to surround Lily Evans nee Potter, she was quite a prankster herself and this was her way of getting back at him for entering into the tournament when she had expressly forbidden him to do so. Though he did not doubt that his brother had played a part in this as well.
"Is your mum still single?" Cedric asked innocently pulling Harry from his thoughts.
"Yes, and I certainly wouldn't let you anywhere near her," Harry said warningly.
"I understand mate, you don't want to share your mummy," Cedric guffawed.
"What's so funny?" Cho asked as she took a seat next to Cedric.
"He's planning on putting the moves on my mother," Harry said in faux horror.
"Really, did he finally solve that premature problem then?" Cho asked hopefully making Cedric go tomato red and Harry roar in laughter.
"I doubt it, but stay away from my mother Diggory," Harry warned.
"Are you still taking me to the village... Snuggly Bear?" Alicia asked between laughs.
"Not with that attitude," Harry scowled as the laughter in the hall died down.
"You never had a problem snuggling me. before," Alicia sniggered.
"I'll take you to Hogsmeade but I am not going anywhere near the frilly nightmare of a tea shop," Harry warned.
"I prefer to snog by the lake anyway," Alicia shrugged.
"Bones," a drawling voice called and caught everyone sitting at the table's attention.
"Malfoy, what do you want?" Susan asked suspiciously.
"I want you to pass these out to your housemates," Malfoy said before handing Susan a medium-sized cardboard box filled with multicoloured badges and walking away.
Harry reached into the box and snatched a badge reading tbe words printed on its surface
Support the Elder Potter, the True Hogwarts Champion!
vvv
Harry rolled his eyes and tossed the badge into the box before looking at Bones, " toss them in the garbage."
"You sure, they change to say Potter stinks," Cedric said as he played with one of the badges.
"He really didn't think this through," Harry chuckled before pointing his wand into the box and incanting, " evanesco."
"Oi, I wanted one of those Cedric!" protested with no real heat.
"The house of Hufflepuff is not a tool for Malfoy to use. If the little ferret wants to start a fight with my brother he can do his own dirty work, have some dignity, Diggory," Harry drawled in a passable imitation of the Malfoy brat.
"He's right, he's only trying to use you guys to hurt William," Alicia agreed.
"I had planned on keeping it stuck in the Potter Stinks! mode," Cedric reasoned.
"With friends like him who needs enemies," Harry sighed in a woebegone tone.
"Don't worry Snuggly Bear, I'll be your friend," Alicia whispered in his ear before kissing the side of his neck...
"You're only trying to get in my knickers!" Harry exclaimed dramatically.
Before Alicia could comment the Beauxbaton contingent walked by their group looking highly amused about something.
"Tell your maman I said 'ello, Snuggly Bear," Fleur Delacour smirked before following her classmates out of the hall.
"I need to find something truly awful to get my mother back for that howler," Harry muttered irritably.
"She could use a good spanking," Cedric smirked.
"I can't believe the other years look up to you Diggory, you're just a big perv," Alicia said disapprovingly.
"Yeah he is and there is a rumour going around that he sparkles in direct sunlight," Harry added.
"Where did you hear that?" Cho asked looking at Harry in amusement.
"Luna Lovegood, she has a theory that Cedric is some effeminate vampire that sparkles in the sunlight and can read people's thoughts," Harry grinned.
"Don't trust a word she says, she tried to make me kiss Roger Davies last month," Cedric said looking green at the thought.
"I know, it was hilarious," Harry grinned.
Harry was on a mission, he was using the Marauder's map to track Will down, his brother was avoiding him like the plague since the howler that morning.
Currently, he was wandering the sixth floor, according to the map his brother and the Granger girl were in front of a classroom three doors to the right
Apparently, they were under the Potter invisibility cloak as he couldn't see them anywhere but as Sirius had once told him, the map never lies
Harry was creeping closer to their position under a disillusionment charm, this would usually be enough to sneak up on anyone but this particular corridor was facing east with sunlight shining in through the ten-foot-tall bay windows meaning he had to move slowly or risk his body's outline giving him away.
"Why are we hiding, William?" Harry heard Granger whisper.
"Harry is not going to be happy with me," he heard his traitorous brother mutter.
"Why?"
"You heard the howler this morning, who do you think gave my mother the idea?" Harry heard his brother whisper.
Harry was now within five feet of the Gryffindors, he had cast a silencing charm on his mouth and feet so they couldn't hear his feet on the floor or his breathing.
Deciding he was close enough he swung his disillusioned hand forward and snatched the Potter invisibility cloak off of the two surprised Gryffindors making Granger shriek in surprise.
Waving his wand over himself Harry cancelled the silencing charm before tapping himself on the head and dispelling the disillusionment charm.
"Hello Will, it's a beautiful day wouldn't you say?" Harry asked cheerfully as he tossed the invisibility cloak to Will.
"Y-yeah Harry, it is," Will said nervously catching the bundled up cloak on reflex.
"I hope I didn't interrupt another snogging session between you two," Harry smirked making Hermione turn tomato red.
"That was truth or date, she is not my girlfriend," Will exclaimed also very red in the face.
"So that spectacle this morning was your work and our poor mother was just the tool to your treachery?" Harry asked curiously.
"Well you have to admit it was a good prank," Will said nervously.
"Yes, as far as pranks go that was genius," Harry agreed good-naturedly.
"So you're not mad?" Will asked hopefully.
"I don't get mad little brother, I get even," Harry grinned maliciously.
"Come on, that's not fair, Mum would have found a way to punish you either way," Will protested.
"You're right and I suppose you did me a favour," Harry agreed.
"So you owe me one," Will said with a grin.
"Not as such, I already did you a favour this morning, House Hufflepuff won't be wearing the badges," Harry replied.
"What badges?" Hermione asked blushing furiously when Harry looked her in the eye.
"You'll see, I imagine the little twit will be wearing them tomorrow morning at breakfast," Harry sighed.
"Oh," Hermione said softly.
"Did you at least tell mum about your name coming out of the goblet?" Harry asked getting serious for a minute.
"Yes, she is coming this evening to tear the headmaster a new one," Will assured him.
"Good, keep one eye open little brother" Harry warned as he made to leave.
"Mum said that I shouldn't worry about whoever put my name in the goblet, if they wanted to kill me it would have been easier to sneak into my dorm than bewitching the goblet of fire," Will argued.
"I meant, keep an eye open for my retaliation, little brother," Harry said smirking at his brother's look of dawning horror before walking down the hall.
Great Hall, Hogwarts, 12/2/1997, 09:38
Harry slowly levitated the small vial of powdered potion across the hall, floating it towards the Gryffindor table, then hovering it right over William. When he was sure it was in the right spot he twisted his wrist upending the vial.
Harry grinned as the potion poured over his brother and instantly began activating, the students at the Gryffindor table yelped in shock when a thick pink cloud obscured his brother from view.
The thick pink smoke seemed to settle into Will as it slowly dissipated revealing his little brother looking very confused, nothing seemed to have happened to him. Will went to pick up his fork and it shot from his hand like a wet bar of soap.
The vaporized potion that his brother had just been coated in was quite... special. It reacted to oils in the epidermis to form a lubricant that would make it impossible for Will to hold onto anything. For the next four hours wherever Will went, hilarity would ensue.
Harry watched gleefully as his brother tried to pick up his goblet only for it to slip from his hand dowsing Ron Weasley in pumpkin juice, the ginger jumped in surprise dumping his own breakfast into his lap getting a round of laughter from the people near them.
'Just wait until Will learns the potion can pass through the fabric of his clothes', Harry grinned to himself as he watched his brother stand up and start to make his way towards the door.
Will walked about ten steps before his trousers slid down his hips tripping him in the process. Will stumbled into two students sitting at the Ravenclaw table, one of them knocking a pitcher of pumpkin juice all over Roger Davies, the older Ravenclaw let out a girlish shriek of surprise earning more laughter.
Somehow his brother managed to right himself, luckily Will was wearing an outer robe so no one had to see his brother's naked ass as he bent down and tried unsuccessfully to pull his pants up over and over again. The laughter in the hall got louder the longer this spectacle went on as more and more students turned to watch the walking disaster that was, Will Potter.
By now Professor McGonagall was making her way over to investigate the commotion, Will tried even more desperately to pull up his pants but his fingers could not grip anything.
"What seems to be the problem, Potter?" McGonagall asked irritably.
"My pants, they won't stay up professor and my fingers are slippery," Will muttered in embarrassment.
"Have you been buying that homemade lubricant Mr Carmichael was selling? Troll mucus is not intended to be used for self-appreciation, Mr Potter," McGonagall said loudly with an exasperated sigh.
Harry had to hold his sides, he was laughing so hard they were starting to hurt. The main compound in the potion Will was covered in, was in fact dried out troll mucus.
"I haven't bee-
"Here let me have a look, Potter," McGonagall said attempting open Will's robes.
"No professor," Will yelped in alarm as he jumped backwards tripping on his pants that were around his ankles, causing him to fall backwards over the Ravenclaw table seating bench.
Will had thrown his hands out wildly trying to catch himself when he had tripped, inadvertently throwing open his robes for the whole hall to see.
"Ohhhh, it's the crumple horned snorkack!" Luna Lovegood exclaimed excitedly from the seat next to where Will had landed.
That one sentence had every student in the hall erupting into laughter, well almost every student, Luna seemed fascinated and was extending her fork out to poke the item of her interest when Will scrambled to his feet.
Harry watched Will hastily shuffle out of the hall as fast as he could with his pants around his ankles.
"Tha-that was great!" Cedric said trying to catch his breath.
"The little worm was responsible for that howler yesterday morning, I told him I would get him back," Harry grinned as he saw the cherry red side of his brother's face disappear through the doorway of the great hall.
"What was that stuff?" Alicia asked from beside him.
"A dehydrated potion of my own design," Harry grinned.
"What's it made of?" Cedric asked still trying to stop laughing.
"Troll mucus," Harry guffawed.
"I see ze 'ogwarts champions 'ave no 'onor, pranking ze little boy," Fleur Delacour's voice cut into the conversation.
Turning to his right he saw the French champion standing behind Cedric looking very amused.
"Careful Delacour, that could be you next," Harry warned with a smirk playing on his lips.
"Oh, do you want to see what iz under my robes, Monsieur Potter?" Fleur asked innocently.
"Wellll...
SMACK
" Oi," Harry exclaimed as Alicia smacked the back of his head.
"What do you want Delacour?" Alicia asked in annoyance.
"Just to ask 'arry if he would like to walk me to ze Beauxbaton carriage," Fleur asked innocently.
"No he will not, now leave my boyfriend alone," Alicia said glaring at the French champion.
"It seems I will have to decline," Harry said shooting Alicia a strange look.
"Very well, let me know eef you change your mind 'arry or eef you decide you can speak for yourself," Fleur shrugged before walking out of the hall.
"Stay away from her," Alicia said warningly.
"Alright, what's all this about?" Harry asked having never seen Alicia acting like this before.
"She's a veela, they enchant men and then toss them aside when they're done with them," Alicia answered as she went back to her breakfast.
"I'm pretty sure she is just trying to mess with my head to throw me off in the tournament," Harry shrugged.
"Whatever just stay away from that bint," Alicia ordered.
"Alright, chill out," Harry said getting annoyed with sudden possessiveness.
"Fine, I have to get to class," Alicia said shortly before getting up and leaving in a huff.
"Ugh, witches be crazy," Harry sighed looking over at Cedric who looked amused by the whole situation.
"You handled that great," Cedric chuckled.
"Shut it Diggory, we had better get to charms," Harry said seeing his classmates leaving the hall.