Chapter 7: Llamadrinkavodka
"-Fleur."
"Fleur," Ron sighed.
"Fleur?" Hermione said sharply.
"Fleur? Fleur Delacour? From the Triwizard Tournament?" Harry asked in shock.
" Is there an echo in here or what? We're cousins on my dad's side, I think," Draco said, "Anyway she told me. She graduated from Bueabaxtons last year, they go a year longer than us."
"This could get interesting," Hermione said and turned to look at Ron.
"HEY! Why are you and Harry staring at me?" Hermione and Harry remembered Ron's fantasy about Fleur. "Oh, that. Well, my obsession is over!"
"Yeah, sure it is," Draco snorted. Ron turned to him in disbelief, "You know about that!"
"Hmmm…you only drooled, forgot to shut your mouth, and your eyes only popped about a meter out of your head when she was around. Who wouldn't know?"
"Oh shut up, Malfoy!" Ron said, "You're just picking on me 'cause you're insecure!"
"Insecure? Me?" Draco said in mock disbelief, " Yeah, right. You wish, Weasel Boy."
"Ferret Boy!" Ron shot back.
"You're just picking on ME 'cause you're insecure!" Draco grinned, "See you later at the feast." He walked away, and turned around, "Remember Weasley," He pointed at him, "I'm WATCHING you."
"Everyone quiet down, quiet down!" Dumbledore stood up, "It is my honor to announce your new teacher…for a period of time, at least," He winked. "Some of you may know her a Triwizard champion, others may know her as a relative," He looked at Draco who was sitting between Hermione and Ron, "and a few of you may not know her at all. Miss Fleur Delacour!" The hall burst into applause filled with cheering and a few catcalls when Fleur entered. She was dressed in translucent pink robes with rhinestones all over it and had a solid black dress underneath. She had a studded belt slung carelessly around her hips. Her hair was slightly longer than last time and was curled loosely around the edges.
"Fleur's PUNK?" Ron gasped in disbelief.
"Newsflash," Draco said, "She's been punk."
"THE ENTIRE TIME?"
"No, Ron, she just decided to scare you and be punk for today," Draco replied.
"Really?" Ron sighed with relief. Harry, Hermione, and Draco stared at him. Cho was oblivious to the entire conversation.
"Yo, Ron, have you ever heard of sarcasm?" Harry gently whacked Ron on the back of the head. "Way to go, stupid!" Draco snorted, "If you were any dumber you'd be a rock."
"A rock?" Hermione smiled, "A ROCK?"
"Have you ever met a smart rock?" Draco asked.
"True," Harry said thoughtfully.
"LET THE FEAST BEGIN!" Dumbledore said.
"'Allo Draco," Fleur sat down between him and Ron. Ron turned a bright shade of red. "'Ow are you?"
"Great," Draco replied, "Congrats on getting the place."
"Well, I could not 'ave possibly gotten it without ze 'elp of your father," Fleur replied brightly.
"True," Draco said, " The guy on your left is Ron Weasley, this is Hermione next to me, and you know Harry. Next to him is Cho Chang."
"'Allo, 'Arry! It is so good to see you again!" Fleur said enthusiastically.
"Hey," Harry answered, "You'll be a great teacher, I bet." He smiled. Ron was fidgeting next to Fleur and was obviously trying to say something intelligent, but nothing as coming out.
"That went well, Ron," Hermione said after the feast. She, Harry, and Ron were walking back to the common room, " 'I'm…uh…I'm…oh, yeah, Ron' you managed to forget your own NAME!" Ron glared at her and flatly said the password, "Llamadrinka- vodka." They climbed inside. "Well, goodnight you two," Hermione yawned, "I am exhausted!"
Up in the boys' dormitory, Harry and Ron crawled into their pajamas.
"She's a hot one," Seamus said dreamily.
"So hot, she's on fire!" Dean replied, "Did you know she likes Linkin Park?"
"Who likes Linkin Park?" Harry asked.
"Fleur," Dean answered, "She also likes The Ramones and Anti-Flag. Those are all Muggle bands."
"Punk rock Muggle bands," Harry added.
"She's awesome!" Seamus yawned and stretched, "Well, good night."
