(The Great Hall, Dinner)

The chatter in the Great Hall was a lot louder than normal. Harry couldn't exactly hear everything that everyone was saying but the one thing that he kept hearing was 'who is gonna be the champion'. The young man looked around the room and turned his head to the end of the Ravenclaw table.

She was seated with the rest of her classmates, she didn't talk to anyone and everyone seemed to be ignoring her. She was a loner in a crowd. Like he was. He wanted to get up and walk over but he felt like that would cause issues for both of them.

Fleur turned her head towards his way and their eyes met. Even at a distance, Harry could still see the sparkle in her eyes. She gave him a small but genuine smile. He felt his heart skipped a beat. He turned away quickly and felt a blush forming on his face. He never blushes.

The young man quickly glanced over and noticed she was still looking at him. She laughed softly and turned back to what she was focusing on. Harry smiled widely and looked down at his dinner. Not a moment sooner, his friends came over to his table.

"Can we just hurry up and chose the champions already?" Finn stated in an annoyed tone as he sat down in front of the Ravenclaw. "I cannot wait any longer,"

"Hold your horses, Finn, it will happen," Micheal teased as he sat down next to Harry. "At least eat something, you can't win a tournament on an empty stomach. It might also shut you up a bit,"

"Everything okay Harry?" Harry looked at his Irish friend with a confused look on his face. "You're smiling like a fool and your cheeks are as bright as those Weasleys' hair,"

"You're not one to talk mate," The gray-eyed wizard mocked his friend who shared the same hair color. "But, he has a point, everything good Harry?"

Harry took a deep breath and sighed. "Yeah, everything is fine. I guess I'm just tired and all. I haven't really slept that well recently," he lied.

"Lad, if I had a room all to myself, I would be sleeping like a baby. I don't want to hear Malfoy complaining about Longbottom every night. If I didn't know any better, that boy seems to be jealous that he is getting all the attention,"

"You know us purebloods, Finn. We don't get jealous over anything," Micheal stated sarcastically with a sly smile. "It's not like we look down on all people who aren't pureblood,"

"Who do you boys think is gonna be selected for Hogwarts?" Finn asked with genuine curiosity. Though Harry believed that he was looking for them to feed his ego a bit.

"I would tell you if I have even the faintest of a clue. I don't know who entered or not," Harry stated as he looked at his friend who rolled his eyes.

"Lad, it is going to be me," he pounded his chest with confidence. "I can easily win this tournament,"

Both Harry and Micheal scoffed at the thought. "Actions speak louder than words, mate. You have to be selected first before you can win anything."

The Irishmen slammed his hand on the table and looked up at the front of the room. "That is if we ever even start the damn thing," Right as the young man stated that, the lights in the room dimmed down. Harry held back his laughter as he looked at the shocked look of his friend.

"Good evening everyone, I know all of you are excited to find out who the champions will be. We will get to that momentarily but first-" his words faded from Harry's ears and he looked over at Fleur. She looked at him with a nervous look, a scared look.

"Are you okay?" He mouthed.

She shook her head. "I'm nervous, that's all,"

"Meet me by the lake after," She smiled and nodded and turned back to the front of the room.

He focused back as well and listened in. "Thank you, Mr. Crouch. Now for the moment that everyone has been waiting for," The old wizard held up his hand and blue flames grew larger. In a short moment, a small piece of paper shot from the goblet. Dumbledore caught the paper and unfolded it slowly.

Harry could feel the tension of the room as everyone waited for the headmaster to read the name on the paper. "The champion for Durmstrang will be, Viktor Krum," the room erupted in cheers. The young man looked over at the Seeker and watched as he reveled in the cheers and played up the crowd. He seemed to have done this many times before.

The Bulgarian walked up to the front of the room, he shook hands and disappeared into a room in the back. He did stop to give one more waves to his adoring crowd.

The crowd continued to cheer even after he disappeared from sight. Dumbledore held up his hand once more and soon the crowd noise died down. Another paper shot out of the goblet and like before, the headmaster caught it. Harry felt the same tension from before and he waited with bated breath.

"The champion for Beuaxbaton is, Fleur Delacour," The crowd cheered like before, the young man looked over at the young woman and noticed she wasn't looking at him, but she seemed to be putting the same cold expression she had when he first met her. She walked up to the front of the room and unlike Krum, seemed to wanted to get away as soon as possible.

The young woman shook hands with the headmasters and then walked back into the same backroom as Krum. Harry noted that the cheers from the crowd died a lot quicker for her then for Krum.

The fire from the goblet grew once more and then the final piece of paper shot out, like before, Dumbledore caught the paper and unfolded it quickly. As if even he was ready to find out who was gonna represent Hogwarts. "The champion for Hogwarts is, Finn Murphy," the cheering came back more. Harry looked at his friend and noticed that he seemed to be dumbfounded.

"Go up there big guy," The emerald-eyed wizard teased and smiled. The Irishmen nodded and walked up to the stage. He did the whole routine and then walked to the backroom.

"Now that everything is over, we can-" suddenly the flame from the goblet grew in size once. Unlike the other three, it seemed to be more intense than the other three. One other paper shot out and fired sky high.

Everyone watched the paper as if it was falling down slowly. Dumbledore caught the paper and looked at the name. Even from where he was sitting, Harry noticed that there was a concerned look on the headmaster's face.

"Neville Longbottom," the room was silent. Dead silent. "NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM!" Everyone turned their head towards the young wizard.

Fear, fear was the only thing that could be seen on the face of the boy who lived. He was shaking like a newborn deer. He slowly climbed out of his seat and walked slowly towards the front. All eyes were on him.

"Harry," Micheal whispered. The emerald-eyed wizard looked at his friend. "What the hell is going on?"

"Your guess is as good as mine," he stated quietly. Harry looked back at the boy who was still walking up.

"Whatever is happening, this is gonna be an interesting year,"

The room was freezing cold. Fleur wrapped her arms around herself tightly in an attempt to warm up. She looked over to the other champions. She never understood the appeal of Krum. He had a rather squared face and his nose was hooked. The young woman never understood why girls go crazy over him.

The other champion, on the other hand, was a different story. He was tall, had a defined face with blue eyes. He had a kind look to his face and his most defining feature was his flaming red hair. If Fleur didn't know better, she would assume he was part Veela.

But her mind kept drifting off to one person. The young woman touched her lips and smiled. She kept thinking back to that moment. The way she felt, the way it felt. She couldn't explain it. She couldn't why she wanted to do it. But she did.

Her train of thought was cut off short when the sound of a door opening appeared. Fleur turned her head and saw a chubby boy walking down the stairs. He looked terrified.

"Longbottom? What are you doing down here?" the redhead asked.

"Do zey want us up zere?" Fleur asked softly.

The boy just stared at all of them without mustering a single word. He didn't seem to be able to process whatever was going on. The sound of the door opening and footsteps walking down the stairs appeared once more. This time it was followed with the sound of angry chatter.

"Zis cannot happen Dumbledore, Hogvarrrts kannot have tvo champions," a greasy-haired teacher stated. The old headmaster didn't seem to mind the man and walked over to the chubby boy. He looked at the boy with soft eyes.

"Neville?" The boy looked up at the headmaster slowly. Fearing to look at him in the eyes. "Did you put your name in the goblet," he asked calmly.

"N-n-no sir,"

"Did you ask an older student to do it for you?"

"N-n-no sir,"

"Are you sure?" the boy nodded quickly.

"Of kourrrse he's lying!" the greasy-haired headmaster shouted.

"Dumbledore, you cannot let 'im compete. Eet is unfair to all of us," Madame Maxime stated.

"The goblet is a very powerful artifact, we cannot go against it. All of the champions are bind to a magical contract," an old man with a mustache stated in a low voice.

"Well, zen let us pick anozzer champion as well,"

"The flames of the goblet has died down, there is nothing we can do now," the same old man stated.

"Zis is rrridiclous,"

"It is late and we are all tired. Please all go back and get some rest. I will discuss this with Mr. Crouch."

Fleur felt her headmistress's hand on her shoulder and she looked up at the giant woman, she wore an expression that was a mix of anger and concern.

'Let's go," The young woman nodded and followed her headmistress up the stairs. They made their way up the stair and back into the dining hall, which was now empty. "What are your thoughts on this?"

"On what madame?"

"On them cheating like this, them having two champions," she stated with anger and malicious in her voice.

"I don't believe they are cheating madame. That boy looked too scared to have planned something like this,"

"That is what they want you to believe. Of course, they would find a way to get the boy who lived into the tournament,"

Fleur chose to stay quiet. She knew better than to argue with her headmistress. They eventually made it the carriage. Fleur turned her head towards the lake and noticed a figure sitting by the edge of the lake.

She looked into the carriage and saw her headmistress walking away, not even glancing back at her. The young woman held her breath and made her way over to the lake.

Fleur walked slowly to their spot. Her mind was racing. She couldn't think straight. As she got closer, however, she could hear music. It was faint as first, but as she got closer, it grew louder. It was beautiful.

As she walked closer, she recognized the figure. It was Harry no doubt. But he didn't seem to notice her, he seemed to be lost in his own world. He was playing his guitar. She leaned against the tree and smiled.

He seemed relaxed, he seemed happy. The young woman walked slowly and got on her knees behind him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, down to his chest. He seemed shocked at first but relaxed quickly. She rested her head on his shoulder and relaxed. He kept playing and it was the most beautiful sound that she was has ever heard in her life.

Much to her dismay. He stopped playing and took a deep breath. He turned to her and smiled. She stared at him deeply in the eyes and he bore into hers. Neither seemed like they wanted to look away but eventually, someone had to give.

"Zat was beautiful 'Arry,"

He chuckled and looked at his hand. "I haven't played for that long in a while, it was full of mistakes,"

The young woman moved over and sat next to him in the sand. "Well, eet was still beautiful," she gave him a gentle smile.

He smiled widely. "Thanks, it means a lot," The pair looked out to the lake. The moon was full and it brightly lit up the night. Fleur never noticed how beautiful the lake was at night. The pair didn't say much but Harry eventually broke the silence. "How are you feeling? About being a champion,"

The beauty breathed through her nose. "I don't know 'ow to feel about eet,"

"What do you mean by that? You aren't excited?"

She scoffed. "Since zee first day you met me, I told you zat I zink zis whole tournament was ridiculous. I didn't want to be zee champion but of course, fate decided zat eet wants to play a cruel joke," To her surprise, Harry just chuckled. She looked at him and watched as he leaned back on his hands and looked up at the night sky. "What's so funny?" she asked

"Fleur, it didn't choose you because of fate. It chose you because you're the best qualified for the role. And even if it is fate, everything happens for a reason,"

The young woman tilted her head. "What reason would zere me to be a champion in a deaz tournament?"

The young man shrugged his shoulders. "I can't tell you but the one thing I can tell you is that no matter what happens or what will happen, I'm gonna support you through this," His words made her feel something inside, she couldn't describe it, but it made her feel something she never felt before.

"Why would you do zat?" the young woman asked softly.

He turned his head sharply towards her. "Do you want to know why? Cause you're my friend, well at least now you're my friend,"

The young woman chuckled. "So you're willing to abandon your own school to help zee champion of anozzer school zat you only met three days ago?" she teased.

"Well, I never said I was abandoning my best mate who is the champion of my school," he placed on hand on her cheek and she touched it softly with her own hand. "but it is my choice to help you, besides it gives me a reason to see you more," he said softly with a smile.

The beauty could do nothing but just smile brightly. "Merci beaucoup," she whispered softly. The young man took his hand back and laid back down on the ground.

"Besides, we've spent a lot of time together ever since we met," Fleur laid down next to him and looked at the stars are well.

"Eet's not often I do zis wiz people you know?"

"Do what? Talk to people?"

"Non, let zem get close to me,"

"I see, can I ask something? If I'm not intruding," he asked softly.

"Go for eet,"

"Why do you act coldly to people? Why do you hide away your real self,"

"My real self?"

The young man chuckled. "Fleur, the first time I met you a few days ago, I thought you were gonna kill me. You give off a very cold look,"

"I do eet because I don't want to be 'urt 'Arry. I've been 'urt before. I've 'ad people use me, try to manipulate me," the young man was quiet for a moment.

"So why did you let me get close to you?"

Fleur took a deep breath and thought about the question. She thought as hard as she could but in the end, she couldn't think of a clear answer. "I don't know, you are just, different. Whenever I talk to you, I feel like I don't 'ave to be afraid of you judging me for anyzing. I don't 'ave to be afraid of you using me for my body or if you just want me for my looks."

"Well, you're not as pretty as you think you are," the young man teased. The beauty smiled and hit him on his chest. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding," he stated as he coughed.

"I 'ave to be 'onest wiz you 'Arry. I don't know why I kissed you. I don't know why I do anyzing. I just do zem,"

Once again, the young man began laughing. "I can't say that I'm complaining about the kiss. But I do have to say something." Fleur looked over at the young man and noticed he was staring deeply into the sky. "The reason why I don't date is that I'm afraid of being hurt too. I don't trust people very easily and that's why I keep my circles of friends very small. Even then, I prefer to be by myself most of the time. I just don't really care for social events. Never have, never will." turned his head towards her. She never noticed how bright his eyes are but at the same time, she could see pain. Pain that needs to get out. "But when I'm with you Fleur, I forget about my problems, I forget that I have to grow up after this year. I forget about all the pain I ever had for the moment," Fleur turned on her side and placed a hand on his cheek. She gave him a smile and he smiled back.

"I am glad you decided to ditch dinner zat night, I am glad you became my friend." she softly said.

He smiled brightly. "I am glad you became my friend as well," he turned on his side as well and the two just stared at each other. The next thing they knew, they were fast asleep.

The young woman rubbed her cheek and felt that the muscle on her face was tense and sore from smiling so much. It amazes her how many pictures a group of people would need to take for a tournament.

She didn't talk much with the other champions, she just kept to herself. Fleur sat in the farthest seat away from the others as she can. They had to wait for their turn for an interview from the world-famous Rita Skeeter. From what she overheard, a lot of people don't really like her articles that much. They were full of lies and made up stories.

She pulled in the chubby boy from the other night and have been talking to him for a good half hour now. Fleur looked around the room, it was just her and other champions. Krum was chatting up with the Hogwarts champion. She has still not learned his name. Whatever they were talking about, it clearly didn't need to involve her and she was glad.

Not too long, after the door to the closet that was turned into a makeshift office opened and walked out of the boy. He had a very annoyed look on his face and he stormed out of the room. The reporter walked out and looked at Fleur. The fake smile she wore on her face made the young woman ill. It was disturbing.

"It's your turn dear," she stated in a sickly sweet voice. The french beauty stood up and followed her into the closet. The room was tiny and there was barely anywhere to sit. The reporter walked over to an upside-down bucket and sat down. She motioned for the beauty to sit down on a small stool. She did as follow.

The reporter breathed out and put on the fake smile. "So you are the famous Fleur Delacour I've been hearing about. The perfect girl that every guy is pining after,"

Fleur chose not to say anything.

"So tell me, dear, what is your type? Is it the strong, silent type? The passionate, caring type? Or the mysterious type?" Fleur watched as her quill flew around her head and began to write something on the notepad.

"Excuse, mademoiselle, but aren't you supposed to ask me about zee tournament?"

"Oh, dear, a good journalist always chases the story and my readers wants to know how to win the heart of the most perfect girl in the world,"

"The most perfect girl in the world," Something inside of Fleur was boiling. "Perfect, she had to be perfect," Without a second thought, she stood up and stormed out of the closet and walked out of the room without even looking at anyone.

She marched her way to the bathroom and slammed the door shut. The beauty walked over to the mirror and looked at her reflection.

"I have to be perfect, I have to be perfect. I have to be perfect," The young woman closed her eyes and without a second thought punched the mirror, she could hear the sound of glass shattering. She opened her eyes and looked at the mirror, it was covered with blue flames.

Fleur looked down at her hand and noticed it wasn't her hand anymore, it was a claw. A claw that was on fire. This was her heritage.

She took a deep breath and calmed down. Soon her hand was back to normal and the flame on the mirrors disappeared. Fleur sighed and walked out of the bathroom with only one thing on her mind.

She had to be perfect.

AN: three updates in three days, yes I am rushing a bit. Why? cause I really want to get to the dragons and I finally can. All I will say is that the next chapter will be 10k words and it will have a lot of plot points that will be important later one. Anyways thank you for reading and thank you for the support :)

Side note: For those who have read my one shot, just know within the next few hours I'm releasing a spinoff of it.