Sorry for the short(or long depending on your perspective) wait, so without any more delay, here's the next chapter.

Harry looked at the clock above the platform, "2:30." He said to himself. It had been nearly 4 hours now since the Hogwarts Express had dropped all the students off from Hogwarts, and three days, since he had last seen Fleur. However, just like the previous three years, the Dursley's were late picking him up….again.

How he hated them! Every single one of them. Not only did they make him do the stupidest things, just for their pure amusement, but throughout the entire summer, Harry nearly starved to death. If it wasn't for his brain(or stomach) telling him to go down an make a quick sandwich and grab a bottle of water, heck, he'd be dead half-way through the summer.

Yet for some reason Harry had started to doze off, and before he knew it, he was deep in another one of his dream/flashbacks, this one was one that he knew too well, the day that the three(in his case four) champions were selected for the Triwizard Tournament.

Dream/Flashback start

Everyone was gathered in the great hall, awaiting for the selection of the three Triwizard Champions. Dumbledore walked to the center of the room, and silenced the rowdy crowd before saying, "And now, the moment you've all been waiting for….the champion selection." And once saying that, Dumbledore lifted his hand, touched the Goblet of Fire with it, and took several steps back, before the goblet's fire changed from a blue, to a pink, before shooting out a piece of parchment, sending it to Dumbledore. "The Durmstrang champion…Viktor Krum!" Dumbledore announced, and a loud applause erupted as Krum got up and went to Dumbledore, who instructed him on where to go.

The goblet turned pink again and launched another piece of parchment out towards Dumbledore who caught it, "The champion for Beauxbatons…is Fleur Delacour!" The room erupted into a thundering applause again, Harry then looked over and saw the beautiful girl he had been staring at, get up and take her piece of parchment before being sent to the trophy room below. "Crap." Harry said to himself.

The goblet turned bright pink again, before shooting a third piece of burnt parchment towards Dumbledore, who again caught it with precision before reading announcing, "The Hogwarts champion…Cedric Diggory!" The room broke out in a deafening applause at hearing Cedric's name being called. Cedric smiled broadly as he walked towards Dumbledore, who shook his hand and sent him down into the trophy room.

"Excellent! We now have our three champions. But only one will go down in history, only one will hoist this chalice of champions, this vessel of victory…the Triwizard Cup!" Dumbledore announced and pointed to a glowing, blue and silver cup. Although Harry thought it looked more like a lamp then a cup.

The whole room cheered, but then grew silently as everyone noticed the goblet, the blue flame that was usual controlled, was spazzing out! It was waving in all directions, and then it glowed pink, and another piece of burnt parchment came erupting from its fiery depths, and floated slowly to Dumbledore, who read the name on it. "Harry Potter." He said softly. "Harry Potter." He said loud enough for the whole room to hear.

Harry sat very still, not sure whether to go up and take his name, or stay seated and pretend to ignore what was happening. "HARRY POTTER!" Dumbledore yelled. Hermione picked Harry off his seat and pushed him a little, urging him to go up and take his name. Harry began to walk towards the front of the hall slowly, looking at the expressions on the students around him. "He's a cheat!" Harry heard someone say. "He's not even seventeen yet!" Harry head another person say.

He soon found himself standing next to Dumbledore, who had his hand with the parchment outstretched. Harry took it quickly, and began to head out of the room, and towards the trophy room.

As Harry neared the bottom of the stairs that let into the trophy room, he spotted Cedric, Krum, and of course, Fleur, standing at the end of the room staring at him. "Zat is a little boy doing down 'ere?" Fleur asked as Harry stared at her with dreamy eyes. "Who cares? He's one more opponent that I have to beat." Viktor said through gritted teeth. "Harry, what happened? Why are you down here?" Cedric asked Harry.

Harry then proceeded to show him the parchment with his name on it. "That's not my handwriting. And I didn't put my name in that cup, someone else did." Harry explained, but from the looks on the three other champion's faces, Harry could tell that they didn't believe him. Harry heard a loud 'bang' from behind him and turned around to see, Dumbledore, Barty Crouch Sr., and many more people come rushing towards him. Dumbledore put his hands on Harry's arms, and said, "Hey get up!" "Huh?" Harry asked. "I said get up boy!" Dumbledore replied.

Dream/Flashback end

Harry was awakened by Vernon Dursley's shaking. "Boy! Get your butt up! I've been standing here waiting for you to come out of dreamland for the past 2 minutes!" Vernon shouted to the now startled Harry.

"I said get up!" Vernon roared as he lifted Harry off the bench he was sleeping on, and stood him up. "Sorry Uncle Vernon, I got….sidetracked." Harry lied. "I forgot that it takes you awhile to get up here from private drive, so just thought I'd rest here for a moment before walking outside to meet you. It won't happen again….I promise." Harry said.

Vernon didn't say another word to Harry the entire drive back to the Dursley's house, which to Harry, was the best thing he'd heard all day. "Now I don't have to listen to all his constant ranting, and maybe….I can think about her." Harry thought to himself.

Harry closed his eyes and tried to picture Fleur. Her long, silver-blonde hair, her perfect curves, her luscious lips, and of course….her amazing, billion dollar smile. He opened his trunk that was seated next to him, and pulled out Fleur's jersey from that awful tournament. He held close to him and sighed sadly. He longed to see her again…to feel her…to love her.

The car pulled up in front of the Dursley's house, and as quick as he could, Harry yanked his trunk out of the back seat, along with Hedwig's cage, and went racing up the front steps, through the door, up the stairs, and into his bedroom, slamming and locking the door as he entered. For the last thing he wanted this summer was ,having to listen to the annoying Dursley's with all their stupid chores and annoying rules, and after tossing everything around the room, Harry took Fleur's jersey, and threw himself onto his bed.

He then began to cry, but quickly slapped himself across the face to stop himself from doing so. "No! I must be strong if I'm to get past this." Harry told himself, as he rubbed his eyes, and began to think of Fleur again.

Fleur couldn't sleep again for the third day in a row now. She couldn't stop thinking about him, and the message he sent here three days ago. She hated feeling this way, not being able to be by his side, to have him hold her. Sure he was younger and a little shorter, but she didn't care. All she cared about was being with him.

Many of Fleur's peers, had said that they thought she was nuts, for having fallen in love with a human at her age. And such a strange and unique human at that. Not only was he immune to Fleur's Veela charm, but he was also the only one to have ever survived the killing curse. But despite all her fellow classmates' opinion's, she still loved Harry, with everything she was.

For he had saved her life and that of her sister, pulling her out of the lake, and almost drowning himself in the process. And then when he risked his life protecting her from Krum. She owed her life to him, and couldn't get over the feeling of guilt for having to leave him.

She wanted to contact him, but she didn't have the courage to do so. Fleur yelled at herself for not being able to do something so easy, and at her lack of courage, which was what stopped her in the Triwizard Tournament as well. If she could, Fleur would apparate to him, but she couldn't do that, realizing that she had to take care of her sister, and that her headmistress would most likely be annoyed with her if she ran off.

Finally coming to her senses, and deciding that she should at least try and get some sleep, Fleur crawled back into her bed and laid there for several minutes. But as hard as she tried, she still couldn't sleep.

Tears began to pool in her crystal clear, sky- blue, sapphire eyes, she tried to hold them back, but it was impossible. Fleur covered her mouth trying to hold back the screams of sadness and desperation. But it was no use. And within a few short seconds, Fleur opened her mouth, and let loose what she had been keeping bottled up inside her for the past three days. ""Arry! Zy must you be apart from me! I miss you so much it 'urts!" Fleur wailed

Fleur had never acted like this before, and was disappointed in herself for having a meltdown at her age. She tried with all of her might, to try and settle herself down, as she had been doing for the past three days, but from some reason, her body wouldn't listen to her. She was so stressed, that nothing could control her, and the whirlpool of emotions that had begun to spin out of control the day she left, had finally turned into a raging Maelstrom, and gotten the best of her.

Fleur finally gave up and let her bottled up emotions run wild, as she grabbed Harry's jersey again,(which at this point had turned into her little stress ball, or stress shirt if you will, and pulled it close to her body and wailed, "HARRY!". Once Fleur had screamed this, she proceeded to curl up into a ball and began to cry uncontrollably, as if she had just witnessed the death of the one she loved.

Once again, I'm nowhere near being done with this story. Thank you for reading what I have so far, and please, keep those reviews coming!