Three weeks and two day later saw Fleur and Cedric sitting in a Transfiguration lesson listening to Professor McGonagall ramble on about some historical event in the history of Transfiguration. Over the time period, Fleur and Cedric had become quite good friends, they would talk to each other in passing and would smile when they caught one another's eye yet the conversations shared were no more interesting or factual than the one they had had in the potions lesson in the weeks before.

The door to the hall-type room swung open and a second-year boy knocked timidly on the open door. Professor McGonagall and several students looked towards him, she smiled gently and the scared looking child and beckoned him in to her. He hurried up between the desks, not daring, for some reason, to make eye contact with anybody.

"Please Professor, I have been sent to fetch the two champions. Please may I take Miss Delacour and Mr. Diggory?"

"Mr. Diggory, Miss Delacour, I have been asked to send you with this young man. Pack up your things and you both are dismissed."

Cedric glanced towards the back of the room to where Fleur was, she looked towards the messenger who had scurried toward the back of the classroom after paying the teacher a small thank you. He quickly shoved his books, along with his ink and quill and waited outside the room with the boy until Fleur arrived.

"So, have you called for everybody else yet?" Cedric asked him, trying to make small talk until his competitor appeared.

"Uh, no, I still have to call Mr. Krum and Master Potter." He told Cedric shyly.

"Cedric." Cedric stated, holding his hand out towards the younger of the two. The boy looked at his offering of the hand with a great deal of shock and worry painted on his face.

"Sam, Sam Jennings," he told him, nervously shaking his hand.

"Hey Sam! Sam?" A voice called towards the pair from across the hall. Both of them turned to see another student, probably the same age as Sam running towards them.

"Have you been asked to collect the champions from their lessons?" he asked excitedly. Sam nodded.

"Wow! I'm Colin, Colin Creevey." The young boy announced, confidently holding out a hand to Cedric. Cedric chuckled and shook Colin's hand.

"Cedric."

Colin turned back to Sam where he seemed to be in the middle of a thought process, a grin lit up his face like one would a Cheshire cat's.

"Have you called for Harry Potter yet?"

"Um, no, not yet."

"Can I do it? Please? He's my friend; I know what lesson he has now too! Potions with Snape, I'm on my way in that direction anyway, please?" Colin rushed.

"I don't know, Mr. Bagman did ask me to do it, I wouldn't want to get into trouble, I wouldn't want you to either."

"I won't, Mr. Bagman never has to know. Please?" Colin asked. Cedric had to say that Colin was very good at begging, he seemed to be changing Sam's mind, he could tell by the look on his face. He left the two alone as he looked back into the classroom. Fleur was carefully tidying her things away into a Periwinkle blue shoulder bag that he had never seen before. The bag had many pockets and she seemed to be putting each of her belongings in a different one. Finally when she was done, she zipped it up and waved her wand so the bag shrunk down until it was the about the size of a walnut. She slipped it into her pocket and waved goodbye to her friends.

Cedric spun back to face Sam. He did not want to seem as if he was getting impatient with her or that he was waiting for her, even though he was. Colin had disappeared, most likely to fetch Harry from his lesson. He had seen the boy follow Harry around before, ever since he had arrived, he appeared to have an odd obsession with him.

"Are you ready?" a French accent spoke, slicing through the newly acquired silence like a bread knife.

"Yes, you?" Cedric asked. She smiled and nodded before turning towards Sam. He gulped and quickly took off down the hall leaving Cedric and Fleur to follow behind. After about two minutes of walking in silence, with Sam leading the way about ten yards in front of them Cedric was getting uncomfortable and he could sense that Fleur was too.

"So, have…"

"Zee weat…"

They both broke off, Fleur's pale complexion being tinted with a light shade of pink. Cedric gestured for her to finish what she was saying.

"Sorry, please continue." He told her apologetically.

"Non, you carry on."

"I was just asking if you had given any thought to what incantation you were going to study for Transfiguration."

"Oh, I haven't really had time. I was zinking of doing one that I have learnt about een France."

"Have you been taught a lot that we haven't then?"

"I don't zink so, just some zings. You have been taught a lot zat I haven't zough."

They stopped when they came to a large wooden door, one that Cedric hadn't remembered seeing before. He looked behind him and didn't recognize the corridor either. He hoped they wouldn't have to make their own way back otherwise he would surely be lost as he hadn't been paying attention on the way there.

"I have to go and get Master Krum now. If you knock then I'm sure you will be able to go in."

"Thanks Sam." Cedric smiled at him.

"Yes thank you." Fleur added.

"Mr. Diggory, Miss Delacour." Sam nodded before making his way down the corridor.

"It's Cedric Sam, not Mr. Diggory, Mr. Diggory is my father." He called after him kindly. Sam looked behind him and gave Cedric a timid smile and then he ran down the corridor as fast as he could.

"That was odd, he seemed terrified, especially when a loud boy came over begging to be allowed to go and collect Harry Potter from his lesson." Cedric said to Fleur, turning back towards the door.

They knocked and a beaming Ludo Bagman soon answered it.

" Cedric! Fleur! Do come in, make yourselves comfortable, we are just waiting for our other two champions to arrive and then we shall proceed."

They entered the room and Fleur could see that it was a classroom of some sort. All of the desks and most of the chairs had been pushed to the side and up one end there was a long table covered with a velvet tablecloth. Other chairs were scattered around the room. Fleur and Cedric made their way to the back where there were two placed quite close to each other. After engaging in a short conversation about their project for Professor McGonagall, the door opened again and this time Victor Krum stalked in with his head bowed, he went to the corner and stood by himself, continuing to look at the ground.

"He seems upset," Fleur commented, nodding towards where Krum stood, isolated from the rest of the group. Cedric turned to look at his fellow champion and noted that he did indeed look troubled; he decided to check on him after the meeting.

"I'll talk to him afterwards."

"I would not bother. He seems zee moody type anywayz." Fleur said snootily, turning her nose up at even the idea. Cedric chuckled at the comment. What she had said had not been funny, but the way she could be so opinionated without even talking to somebody or giving him or her a chance astounded him sometimes. No wonder most of the Hogwarts population disliked her, or well the female population anyway. The males he suspected, couldn't give a hoot about whether Fleur had a likeable personality or not.

"What eez so funny?" Fleur asked.

"Nothing, you just surprise me sometimes."

"Cedric?"

"Yes?"

"Zat man keeps staring at me." She told him quietly, motioning with her head towards the other sid of the room where a rather large man stood with a camera round his neck. Cedric turned to look and noticed that Fleur was right, but as soon as he turned around the man looked away rather hastily. He seemed to be focusing his eyesight on a particular spot on the ceiling.

"Yes, well I thought you'd be used to it by now."

"I am used to getting stared at by young men, but not old men," she explained as quietly as she could.

"Yes, well you are part Veela Fleur, you have a certain something that seems to make the males go weak at the knees."

"Even you?" She asked rather boldly. Cedric would have blushed if it had not been for the fantastic acting skills he had mastered earlier on in life. He had needed them often when it had come to family dinners, his father had bragged about his son so much that Cedric had needed to learn how not to blush.

"Well, uh, no, not really." He stuttered, his blush may have been non-existent but the embarrassment stood out in his voice when he spoke.

"You zink I am ugly?" Fleur asked, evidently hurt by his answer.

"Of course not!" Cedric said rather loudly, loud enough for Ludo Bagman, Krum and the man who had been staring at Fleur to all look over at him. Fleur blushed at the bluntness of his remark and bowed her head so her hair fell in front of her face. "I mean… I mean, no, of course I don't think you're ugly. Come off it Fleur, everybody knows you're beautiful; you'd have to be blind not to see it. I just meant that… I don't know, I seem to be immune to this Veela charm. Even at the Quidditch World Cup I didn't go crazy like the other men when the Veela started to dance."

He had taken the time in his speech to look awkwardly at his feet, when he looked back up, Fleur was beaming at him, and she looked as if she was trying to hide it.

"What?" Cedric asked finding that Fleur's smile was infectious and he soon found himself grinning for no apparent reason, "What?"

"Nothing… eet's just zat no matter how many times I hear eet, I alwayz blush when somebody says I am beautiful."

"Oh. Well you are." Cedric told her, he knew he was flirting with her, something that he normally thought was hugely cheesy, but right now he didn't care.

"Zank you." She told him sincerely, she knew he was flirting with her; she was debating in her head on whether she should retaliate and join in with the game that they were playing with one another. She flicked her hair over her shoulder, a move that she normally used on the people who were sucked in by her Veela ways. She liked the fact that Cedric was not affected by it. It meant that at times like now, when they were flirting, he was flirting because he truly liked her for who she was. It was so difficult to decipher now who was only interested in her for her looks.

The door opened again and this time Harry Potter walked in. He looked surprised to be there actually. Ludo Bagman soon spotted the fourth champion and started with the 'Weighing of the Wands Ceremony'. He also introduced a witch that neither Fleur nor Cedric had noticed before. This shocked Fleur as normally she would have spotted the reporter named Rita Skeeter a mile away as she had the most awful fashion sense she had ever seen.

Harry Potter had been called out to be interviewed first for a news article in the Daily Prophet, which left Cedric and Fleur with Victor Krum who had not said a word since he had arrived.

"So, Krum, how are you finding lessons at Hogwarts?" Cedric asked him, trying to get the boy to talk a bit.

"They are okay." He said simply.

Cedric asked a few more questions only to be given exactly the same short sentence answers. When Harry came back, he looked a bit relieved and Cedric wondered what on earth the woman could have asked to cause such an effect.

"Cedric?" Harry asked as he passed him on his way back to his chair next to Krum, "She uh, wants the rest of you together."

"She does not want to eenterview us separately?" Fleur asked outraged.

"Er, no. She's in a cupboard back there," he told them gesturing to a door behind him.

The three of them stood and knocked on the door that apparently Rita Skeeter was in, she called them in and they opened the door to find hardly any space at all.

"Come in, come in, I know it's a bit cozy but if we all squish up I'm sure we'll manage," she told them, moving her back on to the floor and gesturing to the upturned buckets in front of her of which there were only two. Krum motioned for Fleur to go before him as Cedric made his way into the cupboard. They managed to fit the three of them on the two buckets, with Fleur in the middle looking particularly uncomfortable with the seating arrangements.

"Ah yes, very nice, very nice. Do you mind shutting the door for me dearie?" She asked Krum, he looked blankly at her before gently closing the door next to him.

"Well, here we are with Cedric Diggory, champion of Hogwarts, well one of the champions. Victor Krum, champion of Durmstrang and Fleur Delacour, champion of Beauxbatons. So how do you feel, being chosen to represent your school in one of the most deadly, dangerous, terrifying tournaments known to man and beast?"

Fleur narrowed her eyes at the woman; she had taken an instant dislike to her. Cedric cleared his throat, waiting for somebody to answer.

"Precious, you're too speechless with joy to say anything." She cooed.

"So, Victor, Cedric, how does it feel to have gained heart throb status? Do you like the attention or do find the little girlies a bit annoying?"

"Um…" Cedric trailed off.

"Do you have girlfriends that find it annoying?"

"Zis ees ridiculous!" Fleur cried. Rite Skeeter looked at her, not al all surprised or shocked at the outburst.

"How adorable, you have a crush on one of these two lovely young men. C'mon love, spill, readers want to know all the juicy gossip."

Fleur's jaw dropped, she blushed a little too, and probably making it look as if she did like one of them. She stood straight up and climbed carefully over Krum to stalk out the door. Cedric and Krum stared out after her.

"Well! So… do you know who it is?"

A/N – Whooo, another chapter of Likely Images. I wanted to post this before I go to the USA on Tuesday as I will be without Internet connection for far too long and you would probably think I have abandoned you, which is not the case. So the next chapter will probably be most likely posted in September. I am terribly sorry about that but I will try very hard to write it on paper so you will not have to wait too long.

Thankyou for all the lovely reviews, I enjoy reading them so much. I am terribly sorry for not replying to the reviews but I have just had final exams and projects due in so I did not have time but I promise I will reply to all the reviews I receive for this chapter.

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