The moment Cedric Diggory first laid eyes on Fleur Delacour was not a joyous occasion, he thought she was a stuck up spoilt princess who always got what she wanted. She had her own group of giggling girly fans that seemed to follow her everywhere until told by a teacher that they had to leave. He wasn't much higher in her opinion. He was the poster boy of Hogwarts, the likely hero, tall, dark and handsome and like her had a group of giggling witches that traveled with him everywhere, or everywhere that she had seen him; and that to Fleur and Cedric was where they hoped the similarities ended. How wrong they were.

Fleur had been brought up as a woman and nothing less, even at the youngest of ages; she had been expected to behave like a lady. She had inherited her Grandmother's features, the long flowing silvery-blonde hair and the deepest of blue eyes that were both traits of a Veela. Unbeknownst to her until the age of seven, Lady Eliza Delacour was in fact a Veela. This made Fleur only part-human, she had struggled with this fact early on at school, so much so that she had to be taken out of the Private School that she had attended back in Nice and be home-schooled by her Mother. The detail had not affected her Grandfather, a rich heir to a huge Banking system, much like Gringotts in London. They had had her Father, who was therefore half veela. Her father had come from a lot of money and did not lose that when he married a young witch that he had met whilst being schooled in Beauxbatons, they had had her and sister, Gabrielle who was too only part-human. Fleur had dreaded going to school at the age of 11 and was terrified on the nasty remarks that she may receive from arrogant, snobbish Pureblood students. The insults never came as by the age of twelve she had mastered the art of charming members of the opposite sex much to the dismay of her father. She had used this tool in life to her advantage as the years went by and coming to Hogwarts and charming most male students from Hogwarts and Durmstrang was no exception.

Cedric had been told throughout life that he was good at everything that he did and tried and that he would be able to do whatever he wanted when he left school, so he had never really thought about it further. The praise had not just been from home and from relatives, even the teachers could not find fault in anything that Cedric did. Even with all the compliments and encouragement that he had received over the years, Cedric was able to remain humble about his accomplishments; unlike his father. Amos Diggory never quite mastered the art of modesty and was the proud father of a prefect, seeker and Captain to the Hufflepuff house team. He liked to show off his son whenever he could and usually made a point of doing it at grand charity events or in the presence of the Weasley family much to Cedric's discomfort. Cedric knew his father meant well though, having been a quiet, shy boy when he had attended Hogwarts. Amos had managed to meet Cedric's mother, Martha while working for a small wizarding firm in Ottery, St Catchpole. He had since got a job working at the Ministry of Magic. Cedric's mother, Martha, had come from a wealthy and rather famous background; her mother had been a famous Mediwitch and her father and excellent Healer. Cedric had inherited most of his features from his Mother, high cheekbones, chestnut colored hair and eyes and a tall frame. His time had Hogwarts had been what he had considered to be easy and enjoyable in parts. The fact that he had managed to have his own fan club from his second year had always been a bit of a problem. Normal people considered him to be this arrogant stuck up pretty boy image that the fan club used to project.

When Fleur had first arrived at Hogwarts, she had been given a tour by a Prefect her own age, Cedric Diggory. He had been polite enough, telling her the history of the building and about the endless list of Headmasters the school had seemed to have. She had flirted shamelessly, hoping to catch his eye and use her Veela charm to win him over and maybe find out who were the ones to watch out for in the competition. Maybe even to experience a real relationship, something that she had never had the chance to do back in France under the watchful eye of her Mother. When he didn't once look her in the eye or even begin to register that she was flirting him, she took a dislike to him. It was not something that she was used to - rejection.

Cedric had not noticed her fluttering mile-long eyelashes in his direction, or giggling at nearly everything that he said, he was far too nervous to notice anything like that, he had noticed however, that she was part Veela. Having almost succumbed to their charm at the Quidditch World Cup, he was determined that he would not even flinch should she try to charm him. He kept his mind focused on the task at hand, chaperoning a guest at his school and making sure she was well looked after. He did not even notice the sulky look that had glazed over her face after about an hour. He just guessed that the reason she was so quiet was because she was tired from the long trip. So he showed her to her room and told her that he would come back for her when it was time to be taken to dinner. She nodded sulkily and agreed to be ready and slammed the door in his face. That was when Cedric Diggory had taken a dislike to her.

He had come for her still, just like he said he would when the time came to escort her to dinner, and she had been ready just like she said she would be. She was dressed in her own school robes made of a pale blue satin that made her look even more pale than before when she was dressed in what must be the uniform underneath the robes. She had muttered an accented 'hello' and made her way down the corridor in what she hoped was the right direction and she pulled on sleeved gloves to match her robes. Luck was on her side as she heard Cedric silently follow and catch up with her on the stairs. They continued their journey in silence until they reached the entrance to the Great Hall where she met with the rest of her school and was supposed to wait until Professor Dumbledore announced their arrival. Cedric noted the immediate swarm of girls that surrounded her and he was quickly forgotten about as the giggling bunch of schoolgirls were staring at Viktor Krum. Fleur however was not. She kept her gaze pinned on Cedric, hoping for the second time that maybe he would be able to pick up her charm. He didn't though; he was talking to a group of boys around the same age as himself and looked thoroughly engrossed in the conversation. It wasn't until a minute later that she noticed the small group of girls crowded round in a semi-circle that were staring at him.

She couldn't believe what she was seeing, a group of girls her own age were actually giggling over a boy. She tutted in distaste and was pulled away from looking at them when she heard the high pitched squeal of her good friend Antoinette. She rolled her eyes and realized that of course she could believe it. No wonder he hadn't been taken in by her charm, he had his own fan club. He must have hundreds of girls coming up to him each day, flirting with him mercilessly. Fleur realized how stupid she had made herself look and vowed never to make a fool of herself again in front of him; her dislike for him had taken itself to a whole new level.

Cedric meanwhile was going to try and talk to Fleur again, perhaps taking a different approach as the one he was using at the minute was obviously not working. Maybe he would let himself be taken in by her charm, she was beautiful enough, the only problem was, she was acting just like one of the girls that followed him around and made his life a misery.

After Dumbledore had announced the tournament, Cedric was required to walk Fleur back to her room, to make sure she got there safely. He met her by the entrance to the Great Hall; she had a scowl etched onto her pale features as he made his way across the room.

In the following weeks, Fleur was sick of seeing Cedric, it seemed as if the teachers were purposely making them work together in far too many area's, much too many for either Fleur's or Cedric's liking. Cedric, being a prefect had 'special privileges' that involved looking after the Durmstrang and Beauxbatons students. This meant, showing them where their classes were, helping them with the language barrier in many of them and basically just offering a friendly face from the competition. Cedric had been assigned to Beauxbatons; he assumed that this was because of the number of classes that he shared with many of their students.

Fleur was sitting in an Ancient Runes lesson, a subject that she found particularly boring and was hoping she would be able to drop quite soon. It was a subject that she had chosen, only to please her headmistress, Madame Maxime. As she listened to Professor Ehwaz ramble on about the upcoming test he was going to be giving she was becoming increasingly distracted by the two girls sitting in front of her giggling away as they gazed adoringly at the back of Cedric's head.

"This test is highly important if you want to succeed in this subject, I suggest lots of studying of the Ancient Runes Textology Manual 34." She said to a class whose attention span was rapidly decreasing, "You are dismissed for today class."

Fleur hurried to gather her belongings and throw them into a pale blue shoulder bag that her Mother had given to her on her seventeenth birthday. She was anxious to sleep before dinner when they would be announcing the Triwizard Tournament Champions for each school. She had entered her name two weeks ago, having been told by friends and teachers that she was highly likely to be chosen. She would want to be refreshed and relaxed if she was to be chosen, which meant sleeping now before dinner.

As she hurriedly climbed the never-ending staircases, she managed to find her room after asking for help and directions from two ghosts she had passed on the way. If she had waited she would have been able to walk with her two friends, Antoinette and Marie and a prefect that escorted them back but she was afraid that that prefect would be Cedric, who she did not want to encounter right now. Lost in her thoughts about the dinner that evening, the competition and Cedric she didn't pay attention to climbing the stairs and fell right through a missing one. The same one she'd fallen through the day she arrived, she had hastily been steadied by a certain chestnut haired prefect that time though. This time she went straight through and tripped up onto the stair above, managing to bang her head, wrist and leg all at the same time. Her bag was forgotten as its contents rolled about on the steps.

Fleur quickly stood in humiliation, spinning on her heel to make sure nobody had seen. Only two frightened looking first years were standing in the hall above, as she turned she bumped straight into somebody.

"I heard a crash, are you alright?" The person asked worriedly. Fleur looked up to see Cedric towering above her. Once he realized it was her, his look hardened and his next words were spoken in a much harsher tone than used before.

"Oh, do you need help picking up your things?"

Fleur shot him a glare and rushed to pick up her books and quills before they rolled completely off the step. She saw hi standing awkwardly at her side, wondering whether he should help her or not. She clearly did not like him; he had picked that vibe up almost immediately. It was alright though because he did not care for her either.

"No, I am fine, Zankyou" she muttered, wincing as she stood up. Cedric glanced down to see that her leg had a large nasty looking gash on it from where she had hit it on the corner of the step.

"That looks nasty; I would go to the hospital wing if I were you." He said, bending down to take a better look. She stepped away quickly from him.

"No, eet iz fine, I am fine. Zankyou anywayz" She mumbled before turning and missing the step and hurrying down the hall to her room. She collapsed on her bed when she reached there and gently tended to her injuries, realizing that the hospital wing was probably a much better option.

The next that Cedric saw of her was at dinner. She was suiting amongst the Ravenclaw's and her expression showed pain and hurt. None of her friends seemed to notice this as they busied themselves in serving dinner to each other.

"Students!" Dumbledore's voice rang throughout the Great Hall and Cedric noted the way that Fleur suddenly sat up that bit straighter and smoothed the invisible wrinkles in her robes. Probably out of respect for him and herself he thought. Dumbledore went on to tell everybody that when the champions name was called that they were to go through to the next room and wait until everybody had been called.

Cedric briefly thought about his chances of being chosen. He'd put his name in a few days after the Goblet had been put out, his friends had pressured him into doing it, telling him it was a once in a lifetime opportunity. How could he not agree to that? It really was a once in a lifetime sort of thing.

Fleur watched Dumbledore wave his wand over the Goblet and all the lights in the hall went out. The room was now only illuminated by the Goblet which was a glowing blue, white and silver. The hall was filled with insistent muttering from impatient students, most likely from Slytherin. The Goblet flames turned a fiery red and sparked powerfully when a piece of parchment was shot out from the top. Dumbledore reached out gently to grasp it from the air. He read it in the light of Goblet.

"The champion for Durmstrang will be Viktor Krum." Dumbledore read loudly. The applause deafened her as she watched a tall lanky boy that she vaguely recognized from the Bulgarian team that she watched during the summer at the Quidditch World Cup. He disappeared from view and the clapping died down to a faint fumble that could be mistaken for the low hum of the Goblet once again turning red. Another piece of parchment shot out of the Goblet and landed in his hand.

Fleur held her breath, many of the other students from her school were far more suitable for the role of champion of Beauxbatons, and she knew this completely. Yet she still hoped that maybe she would be able to represent her school. To maybe show the world that she was more than just a pretty face and she didn't need to rely on her charm for everything. It truly was a once in a lifetime opportunity, one that she knew she would not get again.

"The champion for Beauxbatons is Fleur Delacour," the foreign headmaster declared. She sat in shock for a mere two seconds before gracefully rising to her feet and making her way between the tables to the front of the hall and into the next room.

Cedric head turned sharply towards her when he heard her name called. He watched her smile gently at her close friends, one of whom had promptly burst into tear when she found out that she hadn't been chosen. He watched her walk, her silver hair bouncing up and down her back as she went to the front and disappeared from view.

Fleur entered the room and fell into one of the cushiony arm chairs that were piled with pillows in front of the roaring fire. Krum was leaning against the fireplace, staring intently into the flames. She wouldn't have been surprised if he hadn't even heard or noticed her enter.

She heard the noise of applause erupt form the Great Hall telling her that the Hogwarts champion had been chosen. Krum was pulled out of his trance like state when he heard the heavy footsteps heading towards the room. He turned to face the door giving Fleur an apologetic smile for not having noticed her earlier. The door opened and Fleur saw the recognizable features before Krum did. Her jaw dropped both in horror and in shock. It was Cedric.

If she hadn't made a fool of herself enough, now she would have to spend more time than ever with him. He smiled gently at her and she felt her cheeks turn a glowing red. She whipped her head back to face the fire. Since when did she blush? Fleur had never blushed; her skin had remained the same pale colour since she was born. She surely wasn't attracted to him? She had only once before been actually attracted to somebody and that was when she had a massive crush on a boy in her infant school. No one could understand why though as he teased her mercilessly and taunted her everyday, yet Fleur was adamant that she was in love with him and he would see the error in his ways, fall madly in love with her and they would be married and live happily ever after. Her mother had soon set her straight about that.

Fleur sighed and realized that this attraction would probably only get bigger and worse as the months drew out, she would simply have to stay away from him and avoid him as much as possible.

Cedric had noted the red tingle that had graced her cheekbones when he smiled at her, he smirked to himself, vowing to use it to his advantage.

End of chapter one

Word Count – 3,134

A/N – Hi, I was extremely bored when I wrote this and am immensely pleased with the way the first chapter has turned out. I have not completely boycotted my Hermione/Draco stories. It is just that my muse is completely lost for that relationship but my Cedric/Fleur inspiration has been blossoming. I will try and write some more of D/Hr but I can not say that they will be any good due to the lack of imagination. I have plans to continue this but I don't think it'll be very long. If it is popular enough when I am finished, I will perhaps make a sequel in the future. The best thing about this story is I have it all planned out, I just have to write it. :D

Hope you are all well;

Laura

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