Harry stared blankly out the window as the sound of his class that went in one ear and out the other. He tapped his quill on the paper, a large blob of ink rested on the paper to show the time he has put into this task. His mind was set on one thing and that was just getting out of the class and to end the day.
His train of thought was snapped when he felt a piece of paper hit him. He looked down at his desk and noticed a balled-up parchment. The young man looked around the room for who threw it and noticed Finn trying pointing to the paper.
The emerald-eyed wizard sighed and picked up the message, he unfolded it and written on in bold letters was "Wait after class, I need to talk to you," Harry sighed and looked back to his friend, who was now focusing on the lesson. Much to his surprise.
The class ended shortly and Harry slowly stood up. He packed his bag slowly and before he knew it, his friend was standing in front of him. "What did you want to talk to me about?" he asked in a soft tone.
"Can you teach me how to dance?" The black-haired wizard was taken aback and looked at his friend with a concerned look. The Irishman wore a deadpan look.
Harry chuckled "Are you serious?"
"Yes, I am serious."
Harry shook his head and continued to pack his bag. "This is the strangest thing you have ever said to me. Didn't you pay attention at all when they taught you how to dance yesterday?"
"I did, but we had Snape, remember?" the young man stated in an annoyed tone.
"And I had Flitwick, last time I checked, it is not easy to dance with someone who is only half my size."
Finn rolled his eyes. "This isn't a competition. Can you help me or not?"
"As much as I would love to, I can't dance either. Ask Micheal, I'm pretty sure he had to do a lot of ballroom dancing throughout his entire life. With all those ministry parties he was forced to go to."
"I asked him earlier and he said he doesn't have the time, he's been 'focusing' on his school. I think the lad just has a date that he is hiding from us,"
"I doubt Micheal has a date but I have seen stranger," Harry said with a soft laugh.
"So can you help me or not lad?"
"I'll think about it, but I have to improve my own dancing first. Besides, I'm sure both of us still need to find dates," Harry stated as he placed his bag on his shoulder.
Finn rolled his eyes once more. "Harry, you already have a date. I'm pretty sure she is gonna say yes no matter what,"
"Ah. Nothing is guaranteed my friend," he stated in a joking manner as he walked towards the door.
The Irishman shook his head and chuckled. "Whatever you say, lad." The Irishman placed his bag on his shoulder as well. "Now if you excuse me, I am going to go try and ask out Abigail before it's too late," Before Harry could get a word out, the young man was out of the room.
Harry chuckled and followed out the same path. He walked slowly down the hall. He couldn't help but listen to the conversations and noticed that everyone was talking about the same thing. Finding a date. The Ravenclaw's thoughts were snapped when he heard a familiar voice.
"Hello, Harry," Luna said in her trademark tone of voice.
"Oh, hey. Luna," he said back, trying not to sound shocked or scared.
"How are you this evening?"
"I am well. What about yourself?"
"I am doing alright. I just got asked out to the dance," Harry stopped in his track and looked at the young girl. She seemed to be confused to why he stopped walking. "Did I say something wrong?"
"I'm sorry but did I hear you correctly? You got asked out to the dance?"
"Yes, I said no,"
Harry couldn't help but laugh a bit. "Wow, you are blunt. Who asked you?"
"Neville, he asked me after I got out of class,"
"Why did you say no?"
"I do not want to go to the dance. It doesn't seem very exciting for me. What about you Harry, are you planning to go to the dance?"
Harry began walking and the young girl followed behind. "I wasn't really planning on it, but I guess I have to if someone asked me,"
"Are you talking about Fleur Delacour?" she stated bluntly.
"Uh, how do you know about that?" the young man asked in a surprised and slightly scared tone
"Everyone was talking about it today. It is not every day that the loner of Hogwarts gets a pretty girl on his arm."
"The loner of Hogwarts? Is that what people call me?"
"I have heard that name a few times, but there is no need to be mad over a name. Names don't define who we are,"
"I suppose so," he stated under his breath. The young man looked down at the girl and noticed that she was carrying a basket. He also noted a rather foul smell coming from said basket. "If you don't mind me asking, what is in the basket?"
The young girl looked at the basket and then back to the young man. "It is a treat,"
"A treat? Why does it smell so bad?"
"It is raw meat after all,"
"Raw meat? That is a weird snack Luna,"
"It is not for me, it is for our friends in the forest,"
"You mean the Threstrals?"
"You are correct. Would you like to join me?"
Harry chuckled. "As much as I would love to, I have other plans for the night. But I promise next time,"
"Well, this is where I bid you farewell. Have a good night Harry,"
"Likewise," The two Ravenclaws walked their separate paths but Harry couldn't help but look back at the girl. He watched as her small frame got smaller and smaller as she walked away. "She is a strange one," he chuckled and kept walking towards his spot on the lake.
Fleur looked out onto the lake and watched the light danced on the surface of the water. She drew into the soft sand with her finger. A familiar voice soon rang from behind her.
"Enjoying the view?" The young woman turned around to find a tall Englishman walking towards her with a wide smile on his face.
"Bonjour, monsieur, comment ça va?" she asked softly.
"Je vais bien," Fleur laughed softly and stood up. She walked up to the young man and wrapped her arms around him in a hug before quickly pulling back. "Your French 'as gotten better since zee first time I met you,"
Harry wore an offended look. "I beg your pardon, my French is as perfect as always,"
The Veela rolled her eyes in amusement. "I would not say eet iz perfect, but eet is acceptable,"
Harry shook his head and sat down on the sand. "Why are you so mean?"
Fleur sat down next to him and gently grabbed his shoulder. She planted a soft kiss on his cheek. "I can be as mean as I 'ave to be," she stated in a teasing manner. She watched the young man chuckled.
"You are something else Fleur, you know that?"
"I believe eet iz part of my charm,"
"That's what you're calling it?" he teased. Fleur shot him a look and pushed him to the ground. She climbed on top of him and stared down at him in the eyes. She leaned down to his ear and whispered softly.
"You know, us Veelas don't like to be played wiz, we can be very dangerous," she stated calmly. The young woman pulled back but still remain close to his face.
A sly smile crept onto his face. "Well, what if I like dangerous?" she felt him put his arm around her waist and pulled her in closer.
She smiled as well. "You don't know what you are getting yourself into, Mr. Potter,"
"I would like to find out," The young woman closed her eyes and leaned in close but their moment was ruined by a voice suddenly appearing.
"Am I interrupting something?" Fleur opened her eyes and looked up to find a young man that was wearing the same uniform as Harry. Only instead of a blue and silver tie, he wore a red and gold one. She felt a blush appear and quickly climbed off the young man. The sound of laughter could be heard.
"What do you want Micheal?" Harry stated in an annoyed tone.
The young man kept laughing. "Finn wanted me to find you, he said you were gonna help him learn how to dance," That bit of information caught the Veela's attention.
"Oh, and why did you not tell me zis," Fleur asked in a teasing manner.
Harry wore an annoyed look and looked up at his friend. "I told him I would think about it. Don't forget, Micheal. I can't dance either,"
Micheal rolled his eyes and wore a bright smile on his face. "It is not really that hard you know,"
"Easy for you to say," Fleur rested her head on Harry's shoulders and he turned and looked at her.
"Aren't you going to introduce me to your friend?" she stated with puppy dog eyes.
"Oh, Micheal, this is Fleur." The young man nodded. "And Fleur, this is Micheal. He's one of my best mates."
"Charmed," Fleur stated calmly.
"So you're the famous Fleur that everyone talks about," She noticed Harry shot him a dirty look. The young woman found this amusing.
"Famous?" she asked as she arched her brow.
"Yes, you are quite popular around our school. Everyone talks about how Harry is one lucky bastard for getting you,"
"It's not-" Harry started but he stopped when he noticed the young woman laughing.
"Well, I hope 'e said good zings," she teased.
"But of course." Micheal looked down at his watch and then back at the pair. "Well as much fun as this had been. I have to go and study," The young man turned around and began to walk away. "Oh and don't forget to use protection Harry,"
Fleur held back her laughter as she watched Harry's face turned red and a very annoyed look came on his face. He whispered something under his breath that she didn't hear. He looked at her and he seemed to notice the young woman trying not to laugh. "I am so sorry about that,"
She didn't say a word and kissed him on the cheek once more. "No worries. Now, tell me about you trying to dance?"
"Oh that, yeah. We were forced to take dance lessons yesterday. To prepare for the Yule Ball. Did you hear anything about that?"
Fleur rolled her eyes. "'Ave I 'eard about eet? I've been asked by every male in zee carriage since yesterday,"
Harry chuckled. "I'm not surprised,"
"And I am forced to go, whether I like eet or not," she stated in an annoyed tone.
"Why are you forced to go?"
"Eet would be a bad showing if one of zee champions doesn't show up, now wouldn't eet?"
The young man laughed softly. "You have a point there. Well, do you have a date yet?"
Fleur couldn't help but notice a look of worry in his eyes. The young woman grabbed his hand and he grabbed hers back. "No, I do not," she noticed the look of worry went away almost instantly. "Do you 'ave a date yet?"
"No, I don't," Fleur smiled.
"Perfect," she closed her eyes and leaned in. She felt his lips touched her and the same feeling washed over her all over again. They pulled back and stared at each other. "But, zere is an issue,"
Harry looked concerned for a moment. "And what might that be?"
"You need to learn 'ow to dance,"
He laughed loudly. "And how are you gonna do that?" Fleur tilted her head and a wide smile came on her face. The young woman stood up and reached out her hand. He grabbed it without a second thought. He stood up and looked into her eyes. She grabbed his hand. "Put zis hand on my 'ip," He did as told. "Now, grab my 'and." He grabbed her other hand. "Now, count your steps,"
"Count my steps?"
"Like this," she began leading slowly. "1….2…..3" Fleur looked down at their feet and noted that Harry tried his hardest to not step on her toes. "Take a deep breaz, eet's okay to make a mistake,"
"I don't want to hurt you,"
"I've been doing zis since I was little. I've 'ad my toes stepped on loads of time, don't worry about eet," she gave him a reassuring smile. He returned the smile. "Now, try to speed eet up a bit," he nodded and did as told.
To her surprised, he did a spin to her and pulled her in. She felt him wrapped his arm around her waist. She looked up into his eyes and neither of them were willing to break eye contact. Fleur bit her lips and closed her eyes. She felt his lips touched hers and she felt a shock through her body. They parted lips and the young woman opened her eyes. He was still close to her face. Without a second thought, she placed her hand behind his head and pulled him in once more.
This was a feeling she didn't want to end.
(Hogsmeade, two weeks later)
"I will never get used to the weather here," Finn stated as he looked out the window. Harry turned his head and watched the snow-covered landscape of the town. Everyone was walking around the town, enjoying themselves. The town was slowly being covered in Christmas decorations and there was a large tree placed in the middle of the town square.
"It is quite the sight, hard to think this is our last Christmas here mates," Micheal stated somberly. "Weird to think that we will no longer come back here after this year,"
"Yeah, we will finally become adults. Explore the world on our own," Harry stated as he kept looking out the window.
"Are you going to look for your father lad?" Finn asked quietly. Harry let out a sigh and looked at his friends.
"I don't really know where to even begin to look. The ministry haven't told me or my family anything and at the moment, I don't know what to do for my family,"
"What do you mean by that?" Micheal asked.
"I need to find a job after I leave school. A muggle job. I can't exactly pay my bills in galleons and magic now can I?"
"Are you really going to settle into Muggle life?" The Irishman asked.
"I have to, the only family I really have left are muggles. My grandparents banned magic at their house and they expect me to move out after this school year. They will allow Adrian to live with them until he has to leave school. But I don't have the same kind of love. I also have to find a way to get my sister back from my aunt and uncle,"
"Do you need a place to stay mate? I'm sure my family is willing to take you in. We have more rooms than we can count," The gray-eyed wizard chimed in.
"It's alright, I will have to figure it out sooner or later. I have a few months,"
The trio was quiet for a moment. It was Finn who spoke up first. "Well, whatever you choose to do, we will always have your back lad,"
Harry gave a small smile and looked out the window once more. An uneasy feeling washed over him as he watched a familiar face in the crowd. "Is that Adrian out there?" He watched as his brother and his friends began walking towards a blonde boy.
"Is that Malfoy?" Finn asked.
"I think it is," Harry stated in a quiet tone. The young got up quickly and bolt towards the door. He ran outside and towards the group. He could faintly hear the conversation.
"What are you going to do about it, Potter? Are you going to cry to your big brother?" It took Harry by surprise when Adrian gave a good punch to the blonde Slytherin.
"Hey!" The Ravenclaw shouted and ran in between the two groups. "Break it up. NOW!" he stated sternly. Harry held back his brother but kept his eyes on Malfoy.
"My father will hear about this!"
"And what is he going to do about it?!" the younger Potter shouted.
"That's enough!" Harry screamed. "Adrian, you're better than this. That's fifty points from Gryffindor and you have detention. Same for Slytherin," The older Potter shot Malfoy a dirty look.
"You won't have your brother to protect you next year, Potter," he stated sternly as he walked away with his minions. Harry sighed and turned to his brother.
"What the hell was that?"
"He called Hermione a mudblood,"
"And you think punching him is a good idea?"
"What else am I supposed to do?!"
"Walk away. I have told you this a hundred times before. You just don't listen,"
"Well, I'm sorry I can't be perfect like you Harry," Adrian stated. Harry could hear the hurt in his voice. "Sorry I can't be a prefect and the golden boy of the school,"
"Adrian..." Hermione said quietly as she placed a hand on his shoulder. He quickly shoved it.
"No, I want to say this! I'm not you Harry! I can never be you, I'm sorry I am a disappointment!" With that, the young man quickly ran away before Harry could get a word out. His friends quickly ran after him.
Harry watched as he ran away and sighed. "What happened, lad?" Finn asked from behind the young man.
The Ravenclaw kept quiet and continued to watch his brother. "Are you okay mate?" Micheal asked calmly.
"What am I doing wrong? Why does he seem to hate me with each year?"
Neither of his friends said anything. It was an eerie quiet for a moment until Finn spoke up first. "Lad, you can't blame yourself for him. You can't expect to become a father overnight. You're young, lad, you have to learn to talk to him somehow,"
Harry chose to stay quiet. He was too busy with his own thoughts.
Harry stared quietly out onto the lake. He felt Fleur tracing her finger on his arms. She was saying something but he wasn't really listening to what she was saying.
He could only think about his brother. "What am I doing wrong? Am I that bad or am I just not meant to be a dad or…." His train of thought was snapped when he saw a hand waving in front of him.
The young woman was sitting up and looking at him in the eyes. "Are you listening?" He shook his head.
"Sorry, I'm just lost in my thoughts," He watched as the young woman tilted her head. She leaned in and hugged the young man. She pulled back, crossed her legs, and grabbed his hands. The young woman looked him in the eyes and smiled.
"What's wrong, 'Arry?" she asked softly.
The young man took a deep breath and sighed. "It's my brother. I don't know how to talk to him. Every time I try, I just end up making him angrier and making things worst. Ever since my father disappeared and my mother passed. I've been taking care of my brother and it just isn't going how I wanted to,"
The young woman held his hand tighter "'Ow are you speaking to 'im?"
"I tried to protect him, I tried to make sure he doesn't do anything stupid,"
"Oh, 'Arry. 'Ow old is 'e?"
"He is fourteen this year, his birthday is on Christmas,"
The young woman laughed softly. "'Arry, 'e is young. 'E is going to make mistakes. But you can't stop 'im from making zose mistakes. You just 'ave to be zere for 'im when 'e does make zose mistakes,"
"But his way of handling tough situations is by fighting and I don't want him to go down that road,"
Fleur smiled at him once more. "'Arry, you are 'is bozzer not 'is fazzer, I know you want to protect 'im and to guide 'im down zee right paz but you 'ave to be 'is brozzer. You can't control what 'e does or what 'appens to him, you can only be zere for 'im when zing do go bad. 'E'll grow out of eet,"
"But I can't just let him do what he wants and getting into fights and getting into trouble,"
"E's fourteen, 'e will do stupid zings, but I'm pretty sure you did stupid zings when you were zat age too. Non?"
Harry chuckled softly. "I guess so,"
"Just try to put yourself into 'is shoes. Be patient wiz 'im," Harry smiled and kissed her hand.
"I will keep that in mind. Thank you. Fleur," she smiled softly and pressed her forehead against his.
"Anytime, I'm always 'ere for you," Harry closed his eyes and enjoyed her touch.
Fleur sat quietly in her room and looked over at her egg. She walked over and picked up the object. She took a deep breath and clicked the tops. Like before, it released an ear-splitting sound. The young woman quickly closed the egg. She sighed and tossed it on to the bed, she laid down next to it and looked up to the ceiling.
A knock suddenly appeared at her door. Fleur groaned and walked over to the door. When she opened the door, she was met with one of her female classmates. "You got a package, Fleur," she handed the girl a large silver package. She thanked the girl and closed the door.
The woman placed the package on her desk and looked at the card. It was from her mother.
In every girl, is a swan – Maman
Fleur smiled at the card and quickly opened the package. To her shock, it was a dress. She took out the dress and held the silver garment up to her shoulders. The Veela moved quickly to the mirror and looked at herself. She couldn't help but smile at how pretty it was.
She was smiling like a fool. Her train of thought was cut off when the sound of tapping came by her window.
The young woman looked over and noticed a white figure seemingly floating outside her window. Curious, she climbed on her bed and over to the window. She opened the window and to her surprise, she was met with the most beautiful owl ever. It was snow white and its eyes sparkled like jewels. She held out her arm and the owl landed on it gently.
Fleur noticed that it had a letter taped to its leg. She removed the letter and let the owl fly around her room. She opened the letter and read it slowly.
Put the egg underwater – Harry
Fleur smiled at the letter and quickly grabbed a pen and parchment. She wrote him a quick message and gave the letter to his owl and released it out the window.
The young woman grabbed the egg and headed to her bathroom. She ran a bath and placed the egg underwater. Fleur took a deep breath and opened the egg under the water. To her surprised, there was no horrible sound, she only noticed that the water was bubbling and the egg made the water glow.
Fleur held her breath once more and placed her head under the water. To her pleasant surprise, she heard beautiful singing.
Come seek us where our voices sound,
We cannot sing above the ground,
And while you're searching ponder this;
We've taken what you'll sorely miss,
An hour long you'll have to look,
And to recover what we took,
But past an hour, the prospect's black,
Too late, it's gone, it won't come back.
The French woman pulled back from the water and quickly went to her desk and wrote down the clue. Now she has to figure out what the clue meant.
"So we got passed the screeching but now we have to figure out what the hell this message means," Finn stated in an annoyed tone.
"Doesn't the screeching sound familiar to you?" Micheal asked as he looked at the clue.
"Familiar? Lad, the only thing that is familiar about that sound is that it is painful to hear,"
"No, do you remember what we read in Hogwarts: A history?"
"Micheal, you are asking Finn about a book. I don't even think he has cracked that book once," Harry chimed in as he casually sat back on his chair.
"All jokes aside lads, I think that screeching is the sound of the merpeople,"
"Merpeople?" Finn asked as he arched his brow in confusion.
"They're a group of creatures that live in the Great Lake, they are apparently very smart for creatures. I remember reading that they have a good singing voice but it can only be heard when underwater but if they sing above water, it is the most horrible sound in the world,"
"You are now just mentioning this?" The Irishman stated in an annoyed tone.
"I had to make sure, I did my research, but I was a little preoccupied with something else the last couple of weeks,"
"What's your point Micheal, about the merpeople?" Harry asked calmly.
"Well. If we had to put the egg underwater and the screeching is based on the merpeople, wouldn't that mean that the next event is in the great lake?"
"He does have a good point, Finn," Harry chimed in.
Finn sighed and stood up. "Lad, I've had enough of this for one day. I think we all need a break. Besides, I need to go to Hogsmeade to get my suit made anyways. I will talk to you lads later," The Irishman walked out of the room and Harry was left with the Gryffindor.
"He seemed to not really care about this," Micheal chimed in.
Harry shrugged his shoulders. "I don't really blame him. The Yule Ball is only in two weeks. I think every one is getting ready to find a date or learning how to dance or as Finn just said, getting their suit."
"Hmm, well now that you mention it, I still need to get my suit as well. So I'll talk to you later as well," The Gryffindor stood up and walked out of the room. Harry waved his friend off and continued to sit in his chair.
The sound of flapping wings caught his attention and the young man turned towards the sound. He watched as his owl flew in from his window and onto her perch.
"That's a good girl," he gently patted her head and she cooed. He looked down and noticed a letter taped to her ankle. He smiled at the paper and could smell Fleur's perfume on the paper. He grabbed the note and unfolded.
Come to the carriage tonight at seven – Fleur
Harry smiled at the paper and placed the note on his desk.
Fleur sat quietly on the stairs of the carriage and looked out onto the night. She rested her head on her hand and slowly began to doze off. She suddenly woke up when a figure appeared in front of her out of thin air.
"For 'eaven's sake 'Arry," she shouted in an annoyed tone.
He laughed in amusement. "My bad, but I had to be safe," he held up the cloak.
Fleur shook her head and looked at the young man. "You know you didn't 'ave to bring zat, right?"
"How am I supposed to know that?"
"Well, I wouldn't have invited you 'ere tonight if I knew zat I would get in trouble now would I?" she stated with a sly smile. He rolled his eyes but she could see a smile on his face.
"So why did you want to see me here instead of our normal spot?"
"I was zinking we could 'ave dinner tonight. We 'ave all night to ourselves after all,"
"Why is that? If I can ask,"
"My madame wanted to 'ave dinner wiz zee ozzer schools, but I said I was sick, so I zought, I would spend zee night wiz you. Is zat bad?" she asked with a smile.
He stepped on the stairs and lifted her head with his head and kissed her lips. "Not at all," The young woman smiled and grabbed his hand. She lead him through the carriage. He suddenly stopped and looked down at the common area.
"Is everyzing okay?"
"Yeah, I was just looking at the piano," Fleur smiled and walked next to him and looked down at the instrument.
"Do you play?"
He chuckled and smiled. "I tried once but I think I would stick with the guitar instead,"
"Hmm, come on, follow me," She lead him down to the piano.
"You said you play the piano. How long have you been playing?"
"Since zee day I can walk and talk," Fleur sat on the bench lifted up the cover. She took a breath and began to play. The familiar feel of the ivory keys and the sounds of the notes hit her like a bad memory. She couldn't even hear the music at this point. She stopped playing and looked over at Harry, who was stunned.
She giggled a bit. "Close your mouz before zee flies come in,"
"That was amazing, Fleur,"
She shrugged her shoulders. "Eet was nozzing. Eet was just a simple song. Come, try eet,"
He hesitantly walked over and sat down. "I don't even know where to begin,"
"Well, put your right 'and like zis," she held up her hand and showed the young man. "Now, put eet on zee middle C," she guided his hand onto the key. "Now just start wiz zee C major scale," He looked at her with a confused look. She couldn't help but laugh at this. "Let me show you," the young man played the scale quickly. She laughed when she looked at the young man and his face had a lost look. "I didn't mean to go zat fast but just try eet"
Harry took a deep breath and slowly played the scale. There were a few mess-ups but she was surprised it wasn't horrible. She watched as he got more comfortable with the keys and his speed picked up quickly. She felt a feeling of joy with the large smile that came on his face.
"This is kinda fun,"
"Well, you are only playing a scale but not bad,"
"Well, I have a good teacher," He said with a sly smile.
"Flattery will get you everywhere, but just know I am a strict teacher,"
"I will remember that," he stated jokingly. She smiled and kissed his cheek.
"Come on, let's get eat somezing," The young woman stood up and lead him to her room. The pair walked in and Fleur closed the door quickly.
"You know your perfume is really strong," Fleur looked at him with a confused look.
"I don't wear perfume,"
"You don't? Then why do I always smell cookies?"
The French woman chuckled. "So zat's what I smell like to you, I will remember zat," She looked at the young man, who wore a very confused look. "Eet's wiz my Veela blood. We smell like whatever makes a person zee 'appiest. For my papa, when 'e met my Maman, he smelled nozzing but wine from 'er,"
"Wine?"
Fleur shook her head. "Oui, wine. But apparently, I smell like cookies to you,"
He chuckled. "It's not a bad smell," She noticed him looking around the room and his attention turned towards the box that holds her dress. "What's this?" he grabbed. The young woman quickly snatched it from his hand
"Zis, is not for you to see until zee ball," she stated in a sly smile.
"Oh?" he said with a wide grin. She walked up to him and kissed him on the cheek.
"What would you like to eat?"
"Well, what is there to eat?"
"Whatever you want, as long as eet is French of course,"
"Uh, I'll let you choose," Fleur thought about it for a second and with a snap of her fingers, two plates appeared on her desk. Harry seemed to be very impressed with this. "Wow, do all of the dorms do that?"
"Non, zere are perks to being zee champion for my school,"
He chuckled. "I bet there is," He looked at the dishes and seemed to be very confused. "What is this may I ask?"
"Duck confit, eet is a light dish and eet iz not too different from what you would normally eat in England," Fleur stepped into her bathroom for a second. "I 'ope you don't mind but I want to change really quick,"
"Go ahead,"
"No peaking," Fleur stated with a wink. She smiled when she noticed him blushing. The young woman looked at herself in the mirror and sighed. She changed out of her uniform and into a t-shirt and shorts. She undid her hair and let it go down to its full length. She walked out of the bathroom and noticed Harry sitting on the bed looking around the room. When his eyes met hers, his jaw nearly dropped to the ground. "Not every day you see me in somezing else besides my uniform," she chuckled. He still didn't say anything. Fleur walked up to the young man and wrapped her arms around his neck. She kissed him softly. "You really need to keep your mouz closed, flies will lay eggs in zere,"
"It's not easy to talk around a pretty girl,"
"Why? I'm just like any ozzer girl," she said softly. He wrapped his arm around her waist and fell backward, pulling her down with him.
"You know you aren't," he said just as softly.
She brushed a hair out from her face. "You know for a person who 'ave never 'ad a girlfriend before, you know what you're doing," she teased.
"I guess that just comes with my charm,"
"Oh really?" she kissed once more and held it longer. She pulled back first. "Aren't you going to eat?"
"Hmm, I like this better," He pulled her in and kissed her. Fleur felt the same shock and deepened the kiss. She stuck her tongue out and he did the same. They fought for dominance and she seemed to be winning the fight. The need to breathe soon overtook both of them. She hovered above his face. "Is this why you invited me here tonight?"
Fleur shook her head. "No, just a 'appy accident," She kissed him once again. It took her by surprise when he flipped her over onto her back. She looked at him in surprise and bit her lips. He took off his glasses. The young woman placed her hands above her head and looked at him with lust that she hadn't felt before.
He leaned down and kissed her lips. He grabbed her right hand, she felt his tongue enter her mouth and she did the same. He deepened the kiss and she grabbed his black hair with her free hand. Suddenly she felt his other hand grabbing her chest and she let out a soft moan through the kiss. She moved her hand down and grabbed onto his shirt.
He pulled back the kiss and she looked up at him. She leaned up and rested on her elbows. She watched him take off the top half of his uniform, revealing his muscular frame. He looked down at her and grabbed the back of her head. He kissed her hard. She wrapped her arms around his neck and deepened the kiss more. He pulled back and slowly started moving down. He kissed her neck, this time her moan was slightly louder. She grabbed his hair once again and he kissed it harder. He pulled back and kissed her lips once more.
Fleur felt his hand slowly go up her shirt and cupped her chest. He squeezed it hard and she moaned louder. She tapped his shoulder and he pulled back with a concerned look. Before he could get a word in edgewise, she switched position and climbed on top of him. She kissed his neck and she felt him grab her hair. She bit his skin softly and that took him by surprise. She kept doing it and kept going.
The young woman pulled back and looked down at the young man. Her hair was a mess and she gasped for air. But she was proud of the deep red mark on his neck.
"Did you leave a mark?" he asked.
"Yeah, I marked you. You're mine now," she teased. "Iz zere a problem?"
"No, not at all,"
"Good, 'cause you're mine eizzer way," they both looked at each other and soon they both burst out laughing. Fleur sighed and put her arms under his arm. She rested on his chest. She felt him kiss the top of her head. She smiled and enjoyed the moment.
"Red isn't your color lad,"
Harry watched as Micheal tried on different suits and failed to find one that fit him. "I think I might just go with black. What do you think Harry?"
"I think you should get one like Weasley got," Harry teased.
"The suit from like the 18th century?"
"Yeah, the one with the bonnet. I think it goes with your eyes," the emerald-eyed wizard teased. The Gryffindor rolled his eyes and walked back into the changing room. Harry looked over at Finn, who was sitting with his suit. "Did Abigail finally say yes?"
"As a matter of fact, she did lad."
Harry sat up in surprise. "She did?!"
"Why are you surprised?"
"Well you're you, I wouldn't think a girl like that would want to talk to a guy like you,"
"Believe it, lad, I got a date with Abigail and by the end of the night, she will be my girlfriend."
Harry rolled his eyes. "Don't rush things, Finn,"
"I won't lad," Soon Micheal walked out of the changing room in a simple black suit.
"How's this one?"
"Better but turn around, we don't want to make your rear end look too big,"
Micheal rolled his eyes and looked at himself in the mirror. "I think I might get this one,"
"Alright, your turn Harry," The Ravenclaw sighed and stood up. He walked over to the racks and grabbed a white suit and black pants.
"You're going with the white, lad?" Harry rolled his eyes and stepped into the changing room. He took off his shirt and instantly looked at the deep red mark. He smiled at the thought and touched the mark. He bit his lip and smiled. He put on the suit and looked at himself.
The jacket was a white jacket with black trim and he quickly tied the bow tie. He changed into the pants and then walked out of the room.
He looked at his friends who both wore surprised looks. "Wow, I did not expect it to look that good on you," Finn stated in shock.
"I think we found the one for you, mate," Micheal added. Harry chuckled and looked back at himself in the mirror.
"Yeah, this is the one,"
(Christmas morning)
Fleur slowly opened her eyes and looked up at her ceiling. It was Christmas. It was the day of the ball. A wide smile came on her face and she looked over at her dress, which she had laid out on her chair.
The young woman sat up and stretched her back. She looked at her front door and to her surprise there were four boxes. Her Christmas presents. The phone she had on her nightstand suddenly rang and she quickly picked up. She had to hold the phone back so she doesn't go deaf.
"MERRY CHRISTMAS!"
"For Heaven's sake, Marie, it is seven in the morning, why are you yelling?"
"It's not every day you get to wish your best friend a Merry Christmas. This year I got you a Christmas present,"
"You didn't have to. Wait how did you send it to me?"
"Oh, I just gave it to your maman to send it to you,"
"Awe, well thank you, I promise to get you something,"
"No need, just tell me how your date goes tonight. You did tell me there is a dance tonight right?"
"Yeah, that's right,"
"Well tell me how that goes but as much as I would love to keep talking, I have to go, my brother is opening his gifts soon. Byyyyeee," She hung up the phone quickly. Fleur chuckled and placed the phone down. She climbed out of bed and headed over to her gifts. She picked up a small box that was from her parents.
She opened it quickly and it was a diamond necklace with a note.
Shine bright tonight darling- maman and papa
Fleur smiled brightly and moved on to the next one. Which was from her sister. She opened the gift slowly and found out it was a stuffed bear. She placed it on her desk. The young woman grabbed the next box, which was covered in bright green wrapping paper. She noted that it was light. It was from Marie. She read the card quickly and rolled her eyes at the thought
For that special someone
She opened the box and inside of it was a pair of lingerie. Fleur felt a blush coming at the thought and quickly closed the box. She laughed softly to herself and set the box aside. She reached for the last gift and was surprised it was from Harry.
The French woman felt her heart skipped a beat. She opened the box and inside of it was his scarf. She picked up the blue and silver scarf and held it close to her. She can smell his scent on it and it made her feel safe. She smiled widely. She noted that inside the box was a note.
Meet me in the first place we met – Harry
The young woman quickly got changed into her winter clothes and wrapped the scarf around her. She quickly made her way out to the first place they met.
Harry quickly dodged the snowball that was thrown towards his face. He returned the favor but missed. The young man hid behind a wall made out of snow and quickly formed a snowball. He stood up and was instantly met with a hail of snowballs.
His vision was blinded and he threw caution into the wind and chucked the snowball. The voice he heard was not the one he expected. He cleared his vision and looked at his friends who all had looks of fears on their faces as Harry turned his head towards the direction he threw the snowball. He felt a rush of fear when he realized it was the most beautiful girl in the world.
She wore a very surprised look. The young man looked over the Irishman and saw him mouthed "You are a dead man,"
To everybody's surprised. She picked up a snowball and threw it back at Harry. She nailed him right in the face. The Ravenclaw chuckled grabbed another snowball and threw it back at her, but he missed. She ran behind the snow wall opposite of him and before he knew it. Everybody joined their snowball fight.
It lasted for a while before everyone was tired and covered in snow. They all sat down on the wall and caught their breath.
"Harry, I would never expect that your girl is a better snowball fighter than you," Finn stated in between breaths.
"Surprised me too," The young man stated as he shot her a dirty look.
She just shot him a sly smile. "I don't play games, monsieur,"
"Clearly," Micheal chuckled. "Oh, Fleur, this is Finn. He is the last part of our idiot trio," The young man waved at the beauty and she just smiled.
"Pleasure to meet you. So you're the girl that's been stealing our Harry from us every night?"
Harry watched as Fleur rolled her eyes. "I zink 'e 'as spent enough time wiz you,"
Finn looked at Harry and chuckled. "She's a catch Harry," The Irishman looked at his watch and climbed off the wall. Now if you excuse me, I have to go get ready for the dance. You lads and laddie should do so as well,"
"Yeah, I agree with him," Micheal added as he climbed off the all as well. "Well, hopefully, we see you tonight Fleur," Harry watched as the two walked away. He felt Fleur rested her head on his shoulders. He looked down at her and noticed his scarf.
"You wore it,"
She looked at him and he felt his heart stopped at how much her eyes sparkled in the snow. "Of course I did. I just feel bad zat I didn't get you a present,"
"Time with you is enough,"
She hugged hug arm and kissed his cheek. "Was a snowball fight really what you 'ad plan?"
Harry chuckled. "Not really, but it just happened and you got caught in the middle. Sorry about that," She kissed him on the cheek once more.
"Don't be, I 'ad a lot of fun,"
"Well, we should get ready for the dance," The young woman nodded and climbed off the wall. Harry followed shortly after. She grabbed his hand and kissed him softly.
"See you later," with that she walked off. Harry smiled and walked away.
Harry walked slowly down the stair into the common area in the Ravenclaw tower. He made quick adjustments to his suit and when he reached the bottom of the stairs. He noticed everyone stopped talking and looked at him.
He ignored it and kept walking. He could hear some people talking about him though. Mostly girls. To his surprised the last person he expected to be dressed up walked up to him.
"Good evening Harry," Luna stated in her signature tone of voice.
"Evening, I thought you said you weren't going to the dance," Harry noted that once Luna did her hair and got dressed up, she looked really pretty. She was wearing a yellow dress and earrings that seemed to be made out of corkscrews. Her gray eyes stood out the most, however.
"I didn't want to but I have to this for a friend,"
"Who's the friend if you don't mind me asking?"
"It is your brother. He did not have a date so I did him a favor and agreed to go as friends," she stated with no inflection in her voice.
"Well, that's nice of you,"
"It is no big deal, by the way, you look very handsome tonight Harry,"
"Thank you, Luna, you look very pretty yourself,"
"You are too kind. Oh, before I forget, I got you this," The young Ravenclaw reached into her bag and handed him a small box. "Merry Christmas, Harry,"
"Luna, you didn't have to. I didn't get you anything,"
"It is fine, I do not expect a present back. I just thought it would make your outfit look better tonight. Open it,"
The young man opened the box and inside were silver cuff lings in the shape of eagles. He smiled at the thought. "Thank you, Luna," He removed the cuff lings and placed them on the sleeves of his suit. Harry looked at the young girl and smiled. She smiled back and surprisingly hugged him, He returned it back in full. She pulled back and he smiled. Harry cleared his throat and bowed down to her night. "Ms. Lovegood, would you do me the honor of allowing me to escort you to the ball tonight?"
Harry watched as a shocked look came on her face and he could hear the sound of surprised gasp surrounded him. She smiled. "I would like that," He stood up and offered him her arm. She placed her arm through his and the pair made their way down to the main hall.
As they walked through the hall, Harry noted that everyone was dressed up all nice and everyone seemed to be very excited for the night.
"Are you nervous about tonight, Harry?"
"Why would I be?"
"You are the date to the most desired girl in the school,"
Harry chuckled. "She's just a normal girl, Luna. Like you and everyone else in this school,"
"She is normal to you, Harry?"
"Yes, she isn't perfect, she might be beautiful, she might be a champion but at the end of the day she is just a normal girl,"
The young Ravenclaw didn't say much. The pair eventually made it to the stairs that lead to the Great Hall. Harry found his friends quickly and looked around for Adrian. He caught them quickly. "Well, I think this is where we go our separate ways,"
Luna nodded. "Thank you for escorting me, Mr. Potter," Harry bent down and kissed her on the cheek. She returned the kiss.
"Have a good night, Ms. Lovegood," the pair went to their respective groups. Harry noticed that Finn was with Abigail and Micheal was with the last person he expected. Laura.
"Look who finally decided to join us," Finn stated in a happy tone. "Have you met my lovely date?" he stated as he motioned to Abigail,"
Harry smiled at the girl. "Good to see you Abi,"
The black-haired girl smiled back at him. "Likewise Harry, you look handsome,"
"Thank you," the young man leaned in into her ears "By the way, you can go better than Finn."
The Ravenclaw chuckled. "I get that a lot, but I am happy I said yes," Harry leaned back and chuckled.
He looked over at his friend and shot him a sly smile. "She's a keeper,"
"Where's your date, mate?" Micheal asked.
Harry shrugged his shoulders. She is probably still getting ready. Harry looked at his friends and they all were looking at something behind him. The young man turned around and time seemed to slow down.
Walking towards him was Fleur. To Harry, she has never looked more breathtaking. She was wearing a silver dress that hung loosely off her shoulders. Her hair was curled up, their eyes locked and she smiled at him. His heart skipped more beats and he had to muster the strength to walk towards her.
Time seemed to slow down and the whole world seemed to be focused on just the two of them at the moment. She soon walked up close to him and he bowed down.
"Good evening madame,"
"Bonsoir monsieur,"
"May I escort you this evening?" he reached out his hand for her.
"Oui," She took it and he stood up tall and proud. He offered his arm and she took it without a second thought. The pair walked over to his group of friends and everyone seemed to be dumbstruck. Abigail was the first to speak up.
"I love your dress," A bright smile came onto Fleur's face.
"Merci,"
McGonagall's voice suddenly appeared. "Champions, can you please line up please?"
Fleur looked at Harry and smiled. "That's our cue." He smiled back. Harry looked at his mate and nodded. "It's your time, mate," The Irishman nodded and offered his arm to his date. The two champions and their date lined up with the rest. It was at this moment that Harry noticed that Krum was with a familiar face. Hermione.
Harry looked behind him and noticed that Neville was with Ginny Weasley. The youngest Weasley at the school. The doors opened and the champions walked into the hall. Elegant music started playing and Harry soon found himself to be the first peoples to dance on the floor. He took all the training he got from Luna and Fleur and tried his best not to mess up.
The young man can see the young woman in front of him trying not to laugh. "Just stay calm 'Arry, you're doing great," The champions danced for a while before everyone else soon joined in. Everyone slowed down and it gave Harry time to catch his breath.
"That wasn't as hard as I thought,"
"Yes, you only stepped on my toes three times instead of ten," Fleur teased.
"Did I?"
"I am only teasing you, you did great," the young man spun his date around and held her close. "Please do not do zat, I 'ate very 'eels,"
"Well, now you are almost as tall as me,"
"Don't worry, I still know 'ow to make your knees weak,"
"Oh, do tell how?"
"Zat is for later," Harry didn't say anything and kissed the young woman. A kiss she returned. The dancing soon stopped and every was asked to be seated for dinner. Harry pulled out the chair for his date before sitting down. He was seated with Fleur and the other champions.
"Little Harry has finally grown up to be a perfect gentleman," Abigail teased. The young man rolled his eyes. Everyone looked at Dumbledore and noticed him speaking into the plate and his food of choice appeared. Everyone got the idea and ordered their food.
Everyone at his table was eating and chatting. The girls were talking about their dresses and Finn and Neville were talking about the tournament. Harry looked around the table and noticed Krum was looking at him.
"Can I help you?" The Ravenclaw asked softly.
"You arrre Harrry Potter?" he asked in a heavily accented voice.
"Uh, yeah I am," he responded in a hesitant tone.
"You arrre famous chaser of Hogvarrrts," A collective grown from girls could be heard. Harry and Finn chuckled at this fact.
"Lad, he is the best chaser in the history of our school. He has scored the most points and he has helped win more championships then anyone else,"
"Arrre you going to national team?"
Harry chuckled and shook his head. "I haven't really thought about it all that much,"
"Well if you join, just know I would be rooting for France," Fleur added in. Harry shot her a surprised look.
"Wow, I thought you would be more supportive than that,"
"Oh, I am, just my country comes first before you," Fleur winked and smiled. Harry rolled his eyes and went back to talking to the famous seeker. Dinner soon finished and everyone had their desserts.
The Weird Sisters soon started and everyone started dancing on the floor. Harry managed to slip away to get some drinks for him and Fleur. As he made his way to the drinks table, he noticed Laura standing there by herself.
The Ravenclaw walked up to her and she looked at him in the eyes before he said anything. "I didn't expect you to be here with Micheal. He stated as he grabbed two glasses of butterbeer.
"I needed a date and him and I were getting pretty close,"
"So you are here as just friends. Where did he go then?"
The Hufflepuff shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know, I think he went off to talk to Krum or something. I don't really care," He noted that she was too busy watching something in the distance. Harry turned his head and noticed Finn and Abigail were dancing in the crowd.
"Ah, I see,"
"Look at that Harry, she's all over him and he's all over her,"
Harry took a sip of his drink. "Well I'm not sure but that's what happens when you are, you know dates," he stated sarcastically.
"You're no help Harry,"
"What do you want me to do? He is his own person. He can do whatever he wants," Laura stayed quiet for a moment. Harry took a deep breath and sighed. "Fine. If you want him so bad, talk to him."
"But he's already with Abigail and she's everything I'm not,"
"Look, it doesn't matter what you are, if you feel like you like him that much, talk to him. Whatever he says, you will have to live with,"
"Fine," Harry turned away and walked back to Fleur. Who was still sitting at the dinner table. When he got back, she looked at him and smiled.
"'Ey, what took you so long?" he placed the drinks down and she took a quick sip.
"I had to talk to someone about something,"
"Well, did you get eet solved?"
"More or less,"
The young woman chuckled and leaned on his shoulders. "Zis 'as been a very nice night,"
Harry leaned his head on hers. "Yeah, it has been," Harry looked around the room and noticed his brother sitting alone. Luna was dancing with the crowd. He took a deep breath and sighed.
"What's wrong?"
"My brother," he motioned towards his brother.
"Go talk to 'im,"
"Do you care that I leave you again?"
"Just be back before zee slow dance," Harry smiled and stood up. They shared a quick kiss before he walked over to his brother.
As he got closer, Adrian didn't seem to notice him. He sat down next to him and looked forward. "She's pretty isn't she?"
Adrian looked at him and then looked at Luna. "Yeah, she is,"
"Why don't you go dance with her?"
"I tried, I just can't get anything with her. She is hard to talk to,"
Harry chuckled at the thought. "Yeah, Luna is a unique one,"
"I don't get Harry, why can't I be like you. Tall, handsome, good at sports, smart. I'm nothing,"
The older Potter chuckled. "You realize I was only 170cm when I was your age right? Look Adrian, you can't compare yourself to me. I am a seventh year, you are a fourth year. You have your whole life ahead of you," Adrian kept quiet. "Look, I know things have been hard ever since dad disappeared. But you need to know that I love you and Rose okay. I would do anything to protect you guys. I will be the first to admit that I haven't been the best when it comes to taking you guys but I would do anything to protect you guys. I hope you realize that,"
The younger Potter look at his brother and gave a soft smile. "I know Harry, and I'm sorry for being so hard to deal with,"
The Ravenclaw placed his arm around his brother and smiled. "Now, go get her," Adrian smiled widely and stood up. Harry watched as he confidently over to the younger Ravenclaw. He smiled brightly as the two started dancing together.
"I guess eet went well," Fleur stated as she came into view.
"Yeah, it did,"
"Well, I'm 'appy for you," she hugged his arm and looked out into the crowd with him. The Weird Sisters stopped playing their normal rock focused music and switched to slow dance music. Harry stood up and turned towards the French woman. He reached his hand to her.
"May I have this dance?"
She smiled and grabbed his hand. He led her to the dance floor and two started slow dancing with the crowd. The pair locked eyes and neither were willing to look away.
"'Arry, zere iz somezing I wanted to say,"
"Hmm,"
"I, I just wanted to say zat I am glad zat I met you and zat you are in my life. I am glad z-" Harry pulled her in for a kiss and she deepened the kiss.
"You know, you talk too much sometimes," the young woman smiled and leaned into his chest. He rests his head on hers and the pair just enjoyed the music.
AN: Surprised, I didn't quit on this story. I was just lazy and didn't want to write. Nothing else to say thank you for reading