"Zis is nice," Fleur stated softly as she held on Harry's hand.

"Yeah, it is," he replied softly as she felt him rest his head on top of her head. The pair watched the sunset together. It had been a few hours since the end of the first event. Fleur was placed 2nd, behind the boy who lived. But she didn't really care where she was placed. She was just happy that everything was over. For now at least.

"How are you feeling?" Harry asked softly. As he held her hand tightly. The young woman sighed and leaned closer.

"'Ow can you look at me right now, Arry? I'm a monster, zat zing out zere is who I really am," The young man chuckled and held up her hand to his face.

"Last time I checked, these aren't razor-sharp claws," he turned towards the girl. She got lost in his eyes. They were calming. It surprised her when he leaned in and kissed her. She closed her eyes and soon he pulled back but stayed close to her face. "And last time I checked, those aren't a beak," She couldn't help but smile at the young man.

"You're a dork," He placed his hand on her cheek and she leaned on his hand. She grabbed it with her hand. Blue met green and neither broke away.

"Fleur, you're a smart, sweet, and a beautiful girl. You don't need to be perfect. Nothing is ever perfect and that's okay. You're allowed to make mistakes and you're allowed to have secrets. I have a few secrets myself,"

Fleur tiled her head to one side and gave him a sly look. "Oh, and what may zose secrets be?" she teased.

Harry pulled back his hand. The young man chuckled and shook his head. "Me and my big mouth"

"Tell me, 'Arry or no more kisses," the young woman teased.

The young man sighed and shook his head once more. "Fine, when I was little, I used to steal my grandmother's shoes and tried to dance in them," Fleur covered mouth to tried to cover up a laugh but she failed. "Hey, no laughing,"

She laughed harder and she felt her face getting red. "I'm sorry, but zat is somezing zat I never zought I would 'ear," She looked at the young man and noticed him trying not to laugh as well. He placed her arms around him and leaned on his shoulder. "What are we 'Arry?"

The young man smiled and looked at her in the eyes. "What do you want us to be?"

Fleur pressed her forehead against his. "I'm just afraid, I 'ave never felt like zis about someone before and I don't know what to do,"

She felt him placed his finger under her chin and looked at her in the eyes. "I feel the same way, but if we have to take things one step at a time, then we will." Fleur smiled and pressed her lips against his. She felt the shock she did the first time, but this time, she knew everything was gonna change. For better or worse.

(Next Morning)

"Skeeter really wants to put Fleur in a negative light doesn't she?" Finn stated as he looked at the newspaper. "'A terrible display of butchery and savagery'. I have to admit, she does know how to use her words though," he placed the paper down. "No offense Harry,"

The emerald-eyed wizard rolled his eyes. "I don't care what people think, I know Fleur isn't like that," The young man looked down at the paper in front of him and watched the moving picture of Fleur attacking the dragon.

"I will admit though, having her around would be pretty useful if we ever get caught in a sticky situation," The Irishman joked.

"Too soon Finn, too soon," Micheal stated in a stern tone. Harry took a deep breath.

"It's alright you two,"

"So if it's not too much to ask, are you two like an item now or what?" Finn asked as he stared at his friend.

Harry smiled at the thought and didn't say a word. He heard a chuckle from his friends. "I think we got our answer." The gray-eyed wizard stated with a chuckle.

"Well, just in time too, I suppose," The Irishman stated. Both of his friends looked at him in confusion. "What, you lads didn't hear about the Yule Ball?" again all he got were blank stares. Finn shook his head and smiled. "Well, when the tournament was announced I decided to read up on it-"

"You read a book?" Harry and Micheal stated in unison. Finn rolled his eyes.

"Anyways, it is a tradition that during every Triwizard tournament, a ball is held. Seeing as Harry got a girl just before it, means that he is settled, date wise. But as for you and me Micheal, we are lacking,"

Harry looked at his friend and rested his head on his hand. "Shouldn't you be focusing on trying to solve your clue for the next event?"

Finn waved him off. "Lad, that isn't till after New Years. Right now I just want to focus on the fun and enjoy it while it lasts," The Ravenclaw rolled his eyes.

"I think you need to focus less on fun and more on the task. You are in fourth place after all," The Gryffindor teased.

"That will change by the next event," He stated confidently.

"Have you even tried to figure out the clue at all?" Micheal asked as he looked at the golden egg that was sitting next to Finn. The Irishman sarcastically placed the egg on the table. Harry watched him reached into his bag and pulled out a pair of earmuffs. He pressed the top of the egg and suddenly a very loud, ear-shattering noise appeared. The Slytherin closed the egg and took off his ear protection.

"You know you could have just told us," Harry stated in an annoyed tone as he checked his hearing.

The young wizard wore an evil look on his face. "I thought it would be more fun that way," he looked at the golden egg and sighed. "Whatever the clue is, it better be worth it for all this trouble," The Irishman looked up at Harry. 'I've been meaning to ask lad, who are you gonna support?"

The emerald-eyed wizard arched his brow in confusion. "What do you mean by that?"

"Well. Are you gonna support me, your best mate of seven years or are you gonna support your brand new girlfriend?" he shot him a sly look.

"Finn, don't be dumb," Harry rolled his eyes and shook his head.

"I'm just saying," he placed his hand up in defense. "I'm happy for you lad, but all I'm saying is that I expect for you to be shouting my name during the events,"

Harry chuckled. "I'll try my best to support both of you,"

"I think it would be better if you cheer for her, she has a better chance of winning the whole thing then this idiot over here," The Gryffindor stated as he pointed to Finn with his thumb.

"Hey!"

The two friends laughed at their friend. "We're just messing with you, Finn. Did you ever figure out how you got the egg to fly in your hand?" Micheal asked as he looked at the champion.

The person in question just shrugged his shoulders. "I don't really know lads, all I know was that I stuck my hand out and the egg came flying,"

"You didn't cast a spell?" Harry added on.

"Accio didn't work the first time, I'm pretty sure they enchanted the damn thing so that it can't be taken by something that simple,"

"Weird,"

"Whatever it was, I'm glad it worked," he joked. His tone quickly changed and he looked down at his hand. "Still, I wonder what that was,"

Harry looked at his friend with an uneasy look. He stayed quiet and looked over to Micheal, who wore the same expression he did. The emerald-eyed wizard took a deep breath and sighed. "Well whatever happened, let's just be glad that it's over,"

The Irishman looked up at the young man and his expression changed back to what it was before. Thought Harry saw a glimpse of bought flashed in his friend's eyes. He smiled and nodded. "Yeah." He stood up and began to look around. "Well if you lads don't mind, I'm gonna go find myself a date for the dance," With that, the young man walked away from his friends.

Harry took a deep breath and looked at the Gryffindor, who watched their friend walking away. "I think he knows what happened Harry," he stated thought his eyes were still fixated forward.

The Ravenclaw narrowed his eyes. "What do you mean by that?"

The gray-eyed wizard turned back towards the young man. "I mean, I think Finn knew exactly what he did, but he just won't admit it, like he was ashamed by it,"

"Finn. Ashamed? The man is never ashamed by anything, Micheal," The Gryffindor shook his head slowly.

"I don't know about this time, he just seemed bothered by it. He is never bothered by anything," Micheal sighed and shook his head in a hard motion. "I don't know maybe I'm just tired or overthinking," He stood up as well and stretched. "Well, there is no point in spending a Saturday sitting around and moping. I'm gonna go see if I can get a few rounds of flying in. I'll talk to you later mate," Like his other friend, he began walking towards the door, leaving Harry alone.

The Ravenclaw took a deep breath and sighed. It took him by surprise when the sound of a bag hitting the table appeared in front of him. He looked up at the person in question and was met with the annoyed expression of Laura.

"What is it now Laura?" he asked in disdain.

"What did you say to Finn?" she asked annoyed.

He gave her an annoyed look. "I didn't say anything,"

"Then why did he storm out?"

"He said he was gonna go find a date," Harry stated quickly.

"A date for what?" She asked in a confused tone.

"The Yule Ball," He stated as he took a sip of his drink. The young man looked at the girl and noticed that she wore both a confused and a look that Harry could only describe as jealousy.

"How does he know about that?"

"Believe it or not, he learned it from a book," he held back his laughter at the expression she gave him at the notion. "I know, I couldn't believe it as well," The girl sighed and sat down in front of him.

"Can I get your advice, Harry?"

"Depending on the advice," he took a long sip of his drink.

"Do you think Finn likes me?" Harry shot out his eyes and nearly spat out his drink. He began coughing, hard.

"No need to make a scene," she stated sternly.

He kept coughing but managed to speak. "Excuse, me did you just asked if Finn liked you?" her expression stayed the same. "You know I'm the last person to ask about relationships, right?" he placed his cup down and looked at her.

"Please, Harry. You're telling me you never had a girlfriend?" she stated in a snobby tone.

"We've been going to school together for seven years, when have I ever showed that I was interested in anyone?"

"I don't know I thought you were gonna just bed every girl that threw themselves at you,"

"What kind of person do you think I am?" he stated in a slightly agitated tone.

She placed her hand up in defense. "My bad, I didn't mean to offend you. Can we just get back to my question?"

Harry rolled his eyes. "Fine, I don't know if he likes you or not, I have never seen you two talk or anything. Besides, isn't he the opposite of everything that you value?"

She shot him a confused look. "What do you mean?"

"He's a rules breaker, you follow everything down to the letter. He barely makes marks, you are at the top of the class. He is brash, you- well you're brash too but you get my point,"

'I am not brash?" she stated in an offended tone but Harry just brushed it off.

"My point is why would you want him?"

She took a deep breath and sighed. She began to wear a sad expression. "I guess he never told you?"

"Tell me what?"

"If you haven't noticed Harry, I don't have a lot of friends. Not a lot of people want to talk to me." The young man chose to stay quiet. "But during my first year, I was being bullied by a bunch of older Slytherin and Finn stepped in. I didn't want him to but he did. He barely knew me but he still did that for me and I am grateful for it,"

"Have you told him that?"

She shook her head somberly. "I sorta didn't handle it well and I called him a filthy Slytherin," Harry couldn't help but chuckled. "It's not funny," she stated sternly.

"It's pretty funny, not gonna lie. He saved you and you called him filthy,"

"You don't understand what it's like to be in my shoes Harry," she stated in a hurt tone.

"I don't, last time I checked, I was Head Boy,"

"No, that's what I meant. I'm a muggle-born Harry. I am not accepted at home by anyone and here, a lot of people look at me like I'm some sort of weirdo. When you were announced as Head Boy, everyone cheered for you. When I was announced people barely gave me a clap." The young man noticed that tears were forming in her eyes.

"I-I'm sorry Laura, I didn't know,"

"I thought if I keep working hard, I would finally have something to be proud of. That I would finally be accepted but now people don't want to talk to me even more," she began to cry. "It's not easy Harry. You would never understand, people want to be your friends. The star athlete, the smartest wizard in generations. You have it all, I barely have anything,"

Without a second thought, he grabbed her hand in comfort. She looked at him with a surprised look. The brown-eyed witch smiled softly. "You don't have to act like this for anyone, just be yourself, Laura. Friends will come when you act like yourself,"

She released his hand and shook her head. "It's that easy Harry. Not for everyone. Some people can't act like themselves," the girl stood up and ran for the door. The young man stayed put.

He released a soft sigh. "Good one Potter,"

Harry struggled to not fall asleep as he listened to professor Flitwick trying to explain the Yule Ball. It didn't help that a lot of his fellow Ravenclaws struggled not to laugh as the small man seemed to be way out of his element.

He looked around the room and noticed a lot of students were also struggling not to fall asleep. He almost dozed off when he heard his name called. The young man shook his head and looked towards his head of the house.

"Mr. Potter, could you help me demonstrate?" Harry was hesitant.

"Uh, sure," he stood up slowly and heard a lot of his fellow Ravenclaws snicking. He walked to the center of the room and looked around.

"Now, we need a female student," to Harry's surprise, a lot of girls raised their hands quickly. He couldn't help but smile a bit at this. "Ms. Lovegood, please come help," Harry felt his stomach dropped for some odd reason.

He watched as the small girl slowly got up and walked over to him. "Hello, Harry,"

Harry gave her a soft smile and looked over at his head of house. "Mr. Potter, please put your hand on her waist," The young man did as told. He felt awkward but the girl didn't seem to care. "Good! Ms. Lovegood, please put your hand on his shoulder," she did as followed. "Excellent, now gently grabbed each other's hands." The pair did as told and stared at each other in the eyes. Harry has never felt so awkward in his life. Music started playing. The pair started dancing.

The young man tried everything in his power not to step on her feet but he failed at every step. Soon the rest of the house started dancing with each other and the entire hall was filled with the sound of toes being stepped on and laughter.

"Is everything okay Harry?" Luna asked quietly.

"Yeah, why wouldn't things be?"

"You seem to not be looking me in the eyes,"

"I'm gonna tell you the truth, I have never danced in my life before," he admitted.

"Well, that is okay, let me lead," the young man hesitantly allowed the young girl to lead and to his surprise, things went a lot smoother. "See, it is not that hard,"

"Who taught you to dance?"

"My pa, I know everything from him,"

"Has it just been the two of you?"

"Yes, ever since my mum died,"

"I'm sorry," he stated sincerely.

"There is no need to say sorry, you did not do anything wrong,"

"Still,"

"Who are you planning to bring to the dance?"

Harry chuckled at the thought. "I wasn't planning on going,"

"Why is that?"

"Dances are never my thing,"

"Go and have fun, it would be fun. You're allowed to go,"

"What do you mean I'm allowed to go?"

"Only fourth years and older are allowed to go,"

"Aren't you only a third-year?"

"Yes,"

"Why did you show up to this then?"

"I thought it would be interesting," Luna stated in her trademark sleepy tone.

Harry chuckled. "You're insane Luna,"

"You're just as sane as I am,"

"Am I?" he asked jokingly as the pair continued to dance.

"Yes, we are all sane,"

"We are all sane,"

The music soon stopped and the two separated. Luna looked at him and smiled, she didn't say another word and walked away. The young man watched as the girl walked away into the crowd. Suddenly Harry felt a hand on his shoulder and the owner of the hand began shaking him.

"Mate, I feel so sorry for you," Roger Davies stated in a howl of laughter. "I would go insane if I had to dance with Loony Lovegood,"

Harry ignored his comment. "You're not so normal yourself Davies," He brushed the boy off and began walking away. The other Ravenclaw quickly caught up to him.

"Wait, I have a question for you, mate," Harry kept walking without even looking at the young man. "Don't be like that mate,"

He sighed. "What do you want?"

"Are the rumors of you and the Veela true?" Harry stopped in his tracks.

"What rumor?"

"That you two are an item? Cause I want to ask her to the dance and I just want to make sure it was okay with you," He didn't say anything and touched his lips. He felt the shock for a brief moment and couldn't help but smile. He began to think about her but his thought was cut off when he heard Roger calling his name. "Hello?"

Harry stared at him directly in the eyes and gave him a smile. "I think you should find someone else to go to the dance with Roger," with that he just walked out of the room,"

AN: This is the last short chapter. I just wanted to get this out. To answer a few questions. Finn and Micheal are gonna be more important as the story goes on. So just wait for that.

Also, the upload time will change a bit. As I have work and I have to focus on school.

But the following chapters after this one will be ranging from 10k-20k words. Other than that thank you for reading and supporting me.