Name: Lily and Prongs; aka Lily

House: Gryffindor

Week: four

Task: write a story about the given character and another one (who is not in your house) as a pairing

given character: Fleur Delacour

second character: Roger Davies; information taken from GoF

Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter universe!

Isn't there anything she likes?

It is my sixth year at Hogwarts and I already had more girlfriends than all of my classmates put together. That's probably not quite the truth; but that's what they say about me. I'm not a Casanova! No, really – I just haven't found the love of my life yet.

You'd think with how I talk about myself that I didn't have any difficulties asking someone out. But this time had been different. I had never been so nervous, and it hadn't even been about a real date. It was the Yule Ball; everyone had been looking for a partner to go with and I was no exception. I also wasn't the only one who wanted to ask out her.

Almost everyone talked about it, but not one of them seemed able to actually go through with their courageous plans. Maybe one had. I'd seen them almost carry the poor Weasley boy back up to their common room. That was a deterrent, and from then on most flinched whenever she had passed by.

I doubted that she had actually done anything to the redhead, but not everyone had agreed with me. "She's a Veela!", had been an often heard warning. I didn't care. I doubted that she was. Veelas were... different. I had seen them at the Quidditch World Cup. She couldn't be one - she just happened to be strikingly beautiful. And she had a cute accent. Sure, she complained a lot. But what did it matter?

On one day, just a few before the ball, I had mustered up enough courage to ask her. I think I stammered a lot. And I think it had been quite a miracle that she got what I had been saying; or at least tried to say. An even greater miracle had been that she actually said yes! I couldn't believe my ears.

Finally came the great day. Or rather, the great night. I had almost tripped over my dress robes because I hadn't looked where I had been putting my feet. Who cared about feet when you had an angel standing next to you? She really looked like one in her robes of silver satin. How on earth was I supposed to be able to actually dance, with her in front of me? Why did we even have to dance? I could have easily spent the whole night just looking at her.

Somehow, I had managed to finish the dance without any accidents. Almost an hour had passed when dinner had been served, or rather just appeared on our (due to Hogwarts hosting the Triwizard Tournament) golden plates. At first, it had been very pleasant. Then, as usual, like it was the basis of all conversation, she had started to complain. I only remember something about icy sculptures, suits of amour, and a poltergeist. I admit that I had hardly been listening to what she said. Thinking back, I must also admit that I never heard her say anything positive about our castle. She always found something she didn't like. Of most of the things, I've only heard when other students complained about her frequently complaining. Was this what she was really like? I doubted it. There had to be something she liked.

I had thought it to be a good idea to go for a walk with her. She had stopped complaining; instead she had pulled me into a nearby rosebush. I don't remember the seconds after that. One moment I had been looking into her diamond-like blue eyes, the next moment I had been kissing her.

A few minutes had passed, when we had been interrupted by the shrieking headmistress. I hadn't even noticed her presence until then. Giants? Had Madame Maxime actually said something about giants? I didn't have the time to think properly about that. Suddenly, I had been urgently pushed away. What was it now? I looked at my company. She glared at me like an angry dragon! What had I done wrong? She had muttered something about the rosebushes' thorns ruining her dress and rushed away back towards the castle. I had followed her as fast as I could, baffled by her sudden mood alteration. After all, it had been her who had dragged me into these bushes, hadn't it? Was she mad at me – or was it something that Madame Maxime had said that upset her?

I'll probably never know. Sadly, we hadn't spoken much after that incident; neither during the remaining time at the Yule Ball, nor later.

I'm passing the rosebushes we had been standing in almost a half year ago. They're green now. They look different without all the snow on them. Almost as if they weren't the same bushes. But still, they are the very same. They strongly remind me of her, of her different faces.

After the Yule Ball I had thought that she didn't like anything. She didn't like Hogwarts, and she probably didn't like me either. Not the way I liked her. She didn't seem to like anyone.

I now know that I was wrong. About my feelings – and about her. When I saw her hugging her little sister after the second task, I felt sorry for everything negative I had ever said, or even only thought, about her. She had a very nice side; that was for sure. I now think she just doesn't show it to everyone.

Still, she kept complaining about the castle. A habit that made me surer that we were not meant to be together. How could she love someone who loved a place she disliked so much? But her impression of Hogwarts was not the main reason I gave up on her. It's more the way she acts and talks whenever Bill Weasley is around. He had arrived only yesterday to meet Harry Potter, since the boy didn't have a family any more. But this one day was enough to see that I didn't have a chance for a date with her. Not any more, I've waited to long.

Another reason for all the others to think that I am someone who doesn't care about the girls he dated. I went to the Yule Ball with Fleur Delacour and never talked to her again. I'm not like that. I'm sorry for every single time I gave someone the impression it all didn't matter to me. That I didn't want a longer lasting relationship. I can't help it, it just happens.

Some say I'm damn lucky with girls; they all want to go out with me. I say I'm the most unlucky person I've ever met. None of the relationships I had had lasted for long, for whatever reasons. Perhaps, I should give it a rest and hold onto Quidditch. Hopefully, I'm a better captain than boyfriend. I missed Quidditch this year. Next year, I will make everyone remember me being the captain who chose the winning team.

Ravenclaw for the cup!

beta-read by: Phips and Filly [thanks again, you're great! And yes, it's all good :) ]