"Hey Fleur, Harry said as he entered the living room of the Delacour Mansion. She looked up, startled.

"Harry? You're finally awake!" she exclaimed. Harry was engulfed in a hug that was probably disfiguring his spine. Harry patted her back. Fleur ended the hug quickly and brushed herself off. "Sorry 'Arry," she murmured.

Harry squeezed her shoulder and half-smiled. "I definitely need to stop getting into these situations, huh?" he asked. Fleur snorted.

"Zat is putting it lightly," she said. Quickly Harry conjured a rose and handed it to her.

"I know it's not a very good apology, .To say sorry properly," he stammered. Fleur laughed lightly and set the rose down on the kitchen table.

"I would be delighted, Monsieur Potter," Fleur purred. Harry turned more red and Fleur internally laughed at the boy's expression.

Harry couldn't believe he was going red! In all of the years he had known this girl. Not once had she been able to truly make him feel embarrassed! He smiled widely, which made him want to slap his forehead. 'Relax Harry! You've known Fleur for too long to be acting like this around her!' he thought.

"Wonderful!" he said eagerly. He took a deep breath and then smiled more naturally, "I mean, good. Dinner then? The L'Astrance?"

"Very fancy, Monsieur. Tomorrow evening works for me." Fleur winked at him. She had finally made him blush! Of course, she'd done this before but not to this level! She was secretly very excited about going to dinner with him but, he didn't need to know that.

"Alright then, I'll see you then," Harry said promptly.

"It's a date then," she said with satisfaction. He started sputtering and Fleur led him to the door. "See you then, Harry," she cooed, closing the door swiftly. Harry stood out there, stunned, for another minute or two before he shook his head.

"Why did I have to ask her out?" Harry whined to himself.

Harry got back to the Black House and talked to Sirius about asking out Fleur. By the end of his embarrassing summary, Sirius was roaring with laughter. Harry huffed and Sirius sniffed, "Well kiddo, I have to say that you're really lucky Fleur likes you. From what i've heard, you were really flustered, huh?" Sirius snorted. Harry scowled.

"Piss off, Sirius," he grumbled.

"Aw come on, pup. She said yes after all! We should be celebrating!" he exclaimed, grinning like a clown. Harry shrugged but still frowned.

"I mean, I guess."

"But since you're going on a—"

"No. It's not a—" Harry sputtered.

"—date with Fleur, you're going to need to wear something really nice," Sirius said, grabbing Harry by the shoulder and smirking. "How about a nice suit, eh?" he joked, nudging Harry playfully. Harry stuck his tongue out at Sirius.

"I suppose it isn't the worst idea you've ever had. That probably goes to that time with the prank that involved Professor Moreau," he chuckled. Sirius snorted.

"What can I say? She was pretty and I wanted her attention." Sirius grinned. Harry smirked.

"Oh yes, you definitely got her attention. She was certainly creative in your punishment."

"I still think purple eyes and green hair suited her better than most," Sirius protested. Harry laughed. It was good to be back. Maybe Albus was right. A little break seemed to be just what the doctor ordered.

Sirius very quickly whisked Harry to a squib tailor where they got him a nice three piece suit that "made his eyes pop." according to the outfitter. Sirius smirked and nodded after Harry tried on the whole outfit.

"Sirius, why do we have to do this? I've got some nice clothes back at the house?" Harry whined as the tailor was adding some final touches.

"Well, you're doing what many wizards will never do and that's go on a date with a veela."

"She's half veela, Sirius," Harry corrected.

"Let's not split hairs, Harry," Sirius said. "Anyways, because the woman you're going on a date with is a veela—"

"Not a date, Sirius," Harry chimed.

Sirius scowled. "Whatever Harry. When you go to dinner with a beautiful girl such as Fleur you need to dress for the occasion," he explained with vigor. Harry rolled his eyes and smiled when the tailor finally allowed him to come down from the small platform for measuring.

"Not bad kiddo. You're gonna knock Fleur's socks off." Harry huffed.

"I certainly hope this is worth the effort," Harry grumbled. Sirius gave him a thumbs up.

"It will be, don't worry," Sirius assured him. Harry sighed and shrugged his shoulders.

"Alright, I'm trusting in you Sirius," Harry resigned. "Even though that's probably a bad Idea in most circumstances," Harry muttered. Sirius grinned.

The next day Harry was very anxious. Every minute that ticked made Harry more and more nervous. He was constantly looking in the mirror and tried to fix his messy hair. "Don't worry so much, darling. The girls love messy hair," the mirror encouraged. Harry scowled and continued fidgeting.

Soon, Harry found himself in front of the restaurant, his heart pounding. A loud crack echoed down the street and Fleur walked out of a nearby alley. She looked absolutely stunning. Her one shoulder silver evening gown shimmered as if it was made of diamonds. Her earrings sparkled and brought out her eyes magnificently. "Bonjour, Monsieur Potter," she smirked.

"Hello Ms. Delacour," Harry greeted after steeling his nerves. "You look lovely this evening."

"You as well," she said with approval. They both looked into each other's eyes for a few moments before Harry snorted and Fleur laughed. She hugged him and they both entered the restaurant.

It was rather small but beautifully decorated nonetheless. Honey yellow chairs went beautifully with the crisp white tablecloths and coffee brown walls. He smiled and approached the waiter. They were immediately taken to the second floor of the restaurant. The pair sat at a smaller table that overlooked the second floor. Fleur looked around and then smiled at Harry.

"Very nice," she complimented. Harry smiled as well.

"I'm glad you like it."

The waiter brought them both a glass of water, "Combien de cours voulez-vous?" he asked.

"Nous aurons trois cours," Fleur said. Harry processed the French quickly and nodded in agreement. The waiter nodded, writing the number down.

"Three course meal, huh?" Harry said, "Sounds good,"

The food arrived shortly after. Dinner was very quiet except for the occasional bout of conversation. Harry wasn't really sure what to talk about. All he could think about was the horcruxes and the looming threat of Voldemort.

Fleur, on the other hand, was thinking of recent events regarding Harry. He'd been taken from her by Voldemort twice and she didn't know what to do. She wanted to help, but he was acting distant and Fleur was becoming frustrated. She huffed bitterly and quickly put on a fake smile.

"So Harry, what do you plan to do now that you're free from the horcrux?" she asked quickly. He frowned in thought and then shook his head and smiled. He wasn't the only one faking a smile.

"Well, we definitely need to get rid of the other horcruxes before we can kill Voldemort once and for all," Harry explained. "You shouldn't worry about that though, Dumbledore and I have it handled," he assured her. She wanted to shout at him.

"So there is nothing I can do?"

"Don't worry about it Fleur, we have everything under control," he assured her. He internally winced. They definitely did not have it under control and they were almost completely in the dark regarding the nature of horcruxes. Fleur sighed dejectedly. "What's wrong?" he asked.

"Don't worry about me, Harry," she muttered resentfully. Harry looked like he wanted to push the subject but he kept his mouth shut. The rest of the dinner passed with light conversation and long, sullen silences.

"Come on, Fleur! We should go to the Eiffel Tower! It's been a long time since I could just enjoy the sights of Paris!" Harry enthused. Fleur rolled her eyes and followed his lead.

"You always did love the tourist spots," Fleur chuckled. Harry grinned and marched forward. They weaved through the streets and alleys, quickly arriving at the base of the tower.

"It never gets old," Harry breathed. Fleur nodded. They walked around the base for awhile before boarding an elevator. Harry smiled and leaned against the rail. The city's lights twinkled like stars. Harry closed his eyes. The sounds of the city echoed below. He missed Paris.

"Enjoying the view?" Fleur asked behind him. Harry look at her but nodded.

"Every time it just gets better," Harry said. Fleur regarded him before leaning against the rail next to him.

"I enjoy it as well but I think you have more of a love for the sights. Why is that?" Harry thought for a few minutes before speaking.

"I think it's because it's a nice reminder that this is where my home is. No matter what happens, I can always come back here and know that even with all the bad things, there's still a home. I was liberated from the Dursleys, I met my godfather, and most importantly, I met you. Without you, I wouldn't be here," Harry explained nervously. Fleur felt the sting of a tear in her eye. She wiped it away before Harry could notice it.

"Thank you, Harry. That means a lot to me," Fleur said. Harry nodded, still looking at the city below them. She wrapped her arms around Harry. He stiffened in surprise for a second before wrapping his arms around her. They stood there for what seemed like hours to Fleur. Eventually they untangled from each other and Fleur smiled weakly.

"I'm glad I spent the evening with you, Fleur," Harry said. "I'm heading back to Britain tomorrow to hunt for another horcrux and I'm happy to see you before I go again." Fleur furrowed her brow and frowned.

"Already? I thought Dumbledore said—"

"I know what he said but I've got a good lead on two horcruxes. We need to finish him as soon as possible," Harry said firmly.

"But can't you wait one more day? We could go do something fun tomorrow, just you and me," Fleur asked feebly.

"I'm sorry Fleur but I have to do this," Harry refused. Fleur wanted to lock the boy up in a hidden room and throw away the key. He was so firm in his mission that he would die before taking a break! That was the last straw.

"Enough, Harry Potter! You are not going to Great Britain tomorrow! I am so sick of you running off and trying to kill yourself on this mission that you've been forced into! What's worse is you keep trying to keep me in the dark about most of the entire Voldemort fiasco! I thought I was your friend! You're supposed to confide in me!" Fleur shouted, smacking him across the cheek. He looked stunned.

"What? What are you talking about, Fleur? I need to do this! If I don't, a lot of people could die and every second is another second Voldemort could kill someone. He's a ticking time bomb and it seems like I'm the only bloody one that can kill him!" Harry yelled back. Fleur scowled.

"One day will not lose you the war Harry! You can enjoy your life sometimes you know! You know what? I'm done. Go off on your own and kill the Dark Lord, but I'm done with waiting for your to maybe turn up alive again," Fleur said, defeated.

"Wait Fleur—"

"What, Harry?" she growled.

"I…" Harry faltered.

"Spit it out, Harry," she commanded.

"I love you," he muttered, going very red

"What?"

"I love you," Harry said louder

"What are you talking about?" Fleur asked, still frowning.

"I mean it's just… I feel so good when I'm around you and I think I started recognizing those feelings when I was taken by the horcrux. I heard your voice and it helped me escape and—" Harry was stopped in his tracks when Fleur leaned in and kissed him. His eyes went wide. This was not how he expected his night to go.

A.N.

Beta'd by the wonderful Kayle2! Seriously you help me improve my writing with every chapter. Thank you all for reading! Review and enjoy! ~Patchwork Dr