Written for Round 3, season 9 of QLFC.
CHASER 1: The Picture of Dorian Grey by Oscar Wilde: Write about someone whose beauty is only skin-deep.
Disclaimer: I don't own any Harry Potter characters.
Fleur Delacore... beautiful... blonde... pretty... that's usually all everyone knew about her. Guys were wrapped around her pretty finger whether she wanted their attention or not. And girls either hated her guts or secretly wanted to be her. The perks of being part Veela also had its disadvantages.
For example, no one knew that she was actually quite smart. Or that she priorities her sister above anything else, even her own happiness. It was a cliché but she would kill for her sister. No one knew that she picked up on quirks that not many others would.
She noticed that Ron Weasley got tongue tied around Hermione Granger and went from being a fan of Viktor Krum to not being able to stand him even though the Bulgarian didn't even do anything to him.
She also picked up on the fact that Harry Potter was genuine in his protests that he didn't enter his name. He was too surprised and angry to have done it himself. Besides, he was only fourteen so there was no way he could have done it!
"It's a good thing you're pretty."
"I'm so jealous, she's beautiful!"
Fleur did her best to ignore that but it was everywhere. All the guys staring at her, girls either glaring daggers or looking of wistfulness or jealousy.
"W-Will you g-go..." Ron stuttered nervously.
Fleur glanced at her sister before prompting, "Go where?"
"Ball!" Ron blurted out. "You. Me. Ball."
Blinking, the part Veela stared at the redhead. "You and me?" She questioned.
Ron nodded hopefully.
"Sorry, I already got asked." Fleur replied, patting Ron on the shoulder.
"Yeah by half the guys here!" One of her friends cracked in jealousy. "You get all the guys!"
Rubbing her temples, Fleur grabbed Gabrielle's hand and walked away.
"Sorry," Gabrielle whispered to her sister. "You know you're pretty and smart."
Fleur smiled. "If only everyone could see that."
"You're so pretty," Roger Davies practically drooled as he spun the blonde around.
"Yes, thanks," Fleur replied. "Shall we talk about our interests?" She was getting annoyed with being looked at like a dog would eye a tasty treat. All that was missing was a collar with Roger's name on it.
"What?" Roger mumbled as he moved Fleur around the dance floor. "So pretty."
The blonde sighed in irritation. Between him and Ron, she was giving up on finding anyone to have a intellectual conversation since the only person who seemed intelligent, Hermione Granger, gave off the impression that she wanted nothing to do with the Veela. Sure, Fleur could be blunt but sometimes the truth hurts.
One day, she met William Weasley when the latter showed up with his mother to support Harry, whom the blonde greatly respected for saving Gabrielle. She had no idea what it was about Bill but something just got her, who was kind enough to help her get a job at Gringotts.
Fleur could not help but secretly wish the eldest Weasley child would come by and see her. She liked his red hair, his bat wing earring, his gorgeous eyes. She
"Wrong, you're doing it wrong!" A goblin shouted at the stunned blonde. "Don't you understand English?"
Sniffling, the blonde spun on her heels and fled, her long hair trailing behind her. She hated being questioned about her intelligence.
"Why did we ever hire her?" She heard another goblin ask.
The other goblin shrugged. "Maybe because of her looks, it's definitely not for her wisdom? She could help us open more accounts."
"This is hopeless!" Fleur cried to Bill one day. "They all hate me."
"Now, now," Bill soothed. He moved swiftly around the desk to put his hand on Fleur's shoulder. "You got this, you're smart. No one's ever good at something off the bat."
"You don't understand." The blonde sniffled, her face resting in the palms of her hands. "No one ever calls me smart. I'm always the pretty one or the snobby one. Maybe I'm really the dumb blonde."
"Hey, you're better than this." The redhead hooked his finger under the blonde's chin and tilted it up. "They don't know you like that; you're more than just a pretty face. Don't think I haven't had some of the best conversations of my life with you."
A smile stretched across her face. "Really?"
"Really."
Sure enough, Bill was right. Fleur went from struggling with a language barrier to being one of the best non goblin employees at Gringotts, besides Bill Weasley of course. She was even having full conversations in English!
"I knew you could do it," Bill congratulated over dinner one night. He grinned widely. "Did my English lessons help?"
"Oh yes," Fleur replied happily. She threw her arms around Bill. "Thank you so much! Thank you for not giving up on me."
"Of course." Bill shifted in his seat. " I want to ask you something."
Oh no, please don't tell me you're only interested in my looks! Fleur pleaded internally.
To her shock, Bill got down on one knee. The blonde gasped lightly and put her hand to her cheek as Bill opened a box, revealing a beautiful solitaire diamond ring.
"Fleur Delacore," Bill began. "I like you a lot. You're more than just a beautiful girl; you're kind, you're intelligent." He paused to take a deep breath. "And I would love if you would be my wife. Will you marry me?"
Sobbing tears of happiness, Fleur threw her arms around Bill's neck and said, 'Yes!"
Finally, someone who saw past the Veela in her.
A/N: Hope you enjoyed, thank you for reading.