HacKed By stalker88! Err... kinda )

Disclaimer: HP and characters do not belong to FiresOfDeath or me.

Fleur's POV, first person

I made my way to the library after some time (admittedly, with some difficulty in finding the place). As I passed by the two doors and walked onto the room filled with tomes, I glanced around for a place to sit. It was then that I spotted my brunette savior from last night sitting in one of tables on the far left corner of the room. I strode over towards her, placed a hand on the back of a chair that was directly across from where she sat, and waited for her to look up from her reading. Seeing how I received no response from her for a little while, I fake coughed for her attention.

"Good morning" she greeted.

All of a sudden, I was at a lost for words. I didn't understand why, but I completely forgot what I was to say in response.

"Good morning" I replied, copying her due to my blank mind.

She stared at me expectantly. That's where the problem lies. She is expecting me to let her know why I am standing in front of her and I haven't an answer for her. I racked my brain for something to ask her until yesterday's events replayed inside my mind.

"I'm sorry. I don't know if you remember me b—" I started, until she cut me off.

"I remember. The girl from last night…"

"Yes, well. My name is Fleur. Fleur Delacour."

"Hmm… Fleur, huh? Means flower, doesn't it?"

"Ah, oui" I replied, quite surprised that she knew the translation of my name.

She smiled, "It suits you."

I could feel the tug on my lips as they curved upwards at the compliment. Or at least, what I took as a compliment. "Is that a compliment?"

"Well, that's for you to decide" she replied.

Two can play at this game, I decided. "Well, may I inquire as to the reason you felt my name suits me?"

"You may…"

"And my answer?"

"Which one?"

I was slightly confused as to what she meant. Oh, she was good at this game. I will admit that much. "The honest one."

She was silent for a moment, presumably slightly taken aback by my response. Her eyes told me that I gave a good response; one that she had not intended.

"Brilliant response. I'll have to use that one myself one day. As for your answer, a pretty name to suit a pretty lady."

"Well then, I think I just received a compliment," I returned.

She smiled, "I think you did."

She glanced at the clock behind me and her smile quickly subsided. She silently cursed under her breath and quickly packed her belongings in to her backpack. She rushed to her feet, and as she did so, she apologized to me about having to run to class.

"Wait— I still didn't get your…" Before I could finish my sentence, her back was turned, and she was already passing by the two doors that separated library from hallway. "… name." The last word barely whispered as I watched her disappear completely from my sight.

I sighed to myself. How could I let this happen twice? I had practically a whole conversation with her and I still couldn't get her name. And if I was not mistaken, a slightly flirtatious conversation, but still… no name. I can feel disappointment etched onto my facial features as I sighed and walked out onto the hallway myself. I had class to attend as well, and from the looks of it, the day will feel slightly longer than it should. All because of a brunette whose name I failed to acquire.