THIS WILL BE BASED OFF OF DEPRIVED. The best WBWL/Runaway story I have read. GO check it out, it is great but unfinished. I will try my best to finish this.

Disclaimer: I don't own a single Harry Potter book, character, etc, which belongs to the respectable owners

Harry glanced around him, hand laying lightly but firmly over the wand at his side, ready to whip it out if he needed to.

He probably wouldn't, he reasoned to himself. It was the middle of the day, and out by the lake, people milled around to their classes, clutching books and complaining about homework. Didn't seem like a typical location for an ambush.

Nonetheless, the message he received was vague. The note had flitted in through his window, flowery handwriting in silvery ink requesting a meeting by this spot. There had been no name.

A tap on his shoulder took him out of his thoughts and he spun around quick, pulling out his wand, ready to strike-

"Whoa!" Fleur took several steps back, her hands raised, a smile on her lips. "Don't attack me, Harry."

Harry felt the tension leave his back as his muscles relaxed. He let his wand go down.

"Sorry."

"Paranoid?" Her tone was light and teasing and he was shocked by the sudden heat he felt in rising in his cheeks. He wasn't blushing. He wasn't the type to blush, at all.

"You're blushing." Fleur said, sounding oddly delighted.

"I am not."

"Yes you are."

"No, I'm not."

"Yes, you-"

"Why did you call me here?"

Fleur brought out her wand, waved it, and with a few silver sparks, a blanket lay on the grass.

She sat down elegantly, her posture impeccable as always, as she smiled brightly up at Harry. "Join me? I have sandwiches and lemonade." With another wave of her wand, sandwiches and lemonade flitted their way to the blanket, the jug of lemonade smacking some poor first year in the head. The couple heard distant crying and looked at each other.

Fleur shrugged her shoulders gracefully. "C'est la vie." She said, as the sobs continued.

Harry raised his eyebrows and sat down, taking a sandwich she passed him and examining it. Mayonnaise and lettuce. He hated mayonnaise, but Fleur's eyes were on him, and they were looking very wide and very blue. He took a bite and fought the gag reflex.

"So…" Fleur's french-tinted voice floated in the air.

"So?"

"You? Taking down that dragon? That was impressive, Harry"

He inclined his head towards her. "I did what I had to do to protect you, Miss. Delacour."

Fleur laughed, and Harry decided that he liked making her laugh.

There was short pause, as Fleur poured them both lemonade and they watched a third year push another third year into the lake.

"I'm sure…" Fleur's voice sounded different, now. A little hesitant. "I'm sure your family was very pleased to see that you were safe."

Harry blinked at her. Her eyes were looking down, but at the silence that followed, they met his own. She looked curious

Harry laughed. It wasn't a happy laugh, a full laugh. It was harsh and too loud, and the smile that followed was dark.

"Pleased that I'm safe?" He asked, raising his eyebrows. "Do you know, eight years ago, they probably would have fed me to that dragon for fun. And now, they're pleased that I'm safe?"

"I'm sure-"

"Fleur, I know what I'm talking about. My family-" he spat out the word, "has no right to be pleased that I'm safe. They have no right to know that I'm safe. They're bastards, all of them, and they deserve to burn."

"Harry," Fleur protested. She made a move to take his hand, then decided against it. "They might have changed. It's been eight years. They seem to want to see you-"

"Who gives a fuck what they think?!" Harry shouted, and some birds in the tree next to them made a panicked flight away. "People don't change, Fleur. They can't change. I know this."

Fleur's face became thoughtful. She gazed out at the grey lake, the giant squid surfacing momentarily before diving back under again. "Hm." She hummed distantly.

"What?" Harry asked, feeling a little ashamed at his outburst, but not ready to admit it.

"It's just that…" She started, her voice trailing. Fleur turned her head back towards Harry, letting her eyes wander to the sandwiches, to the lemonade, then up to his face. To his dismay, Harry felt his cheeks beginning to heat up again.

A small smile spread across her face, and she raised her hand up. Her fingers, cool, brushed his cheek lightly. Just for a moment. Then she brought her hand down and stood up, gentle smile still in place.

"You know Harry," She started pleasantly. "I'm starting to think people can change."

She glanced down momentarily, then back up at him. "Enjoy the mayonnaise." With that, Fleur turned and began walking away.

He blinked. His face was still warm, but the small spot where her hand had touched him was burning.

"Fleur!" Harry stood up, his voice sounding strangely desperate. Fleur paused, then looked back.

"Do you…" Harry stopped. He didn't know what he was planning on saying. "Do you…"

Fleur grinned again, and he wondered how much of this she had planned.

"Do I want to attend the Yule Ball with you?" She asked, then put on a mock thinking face. "Yes, I think I do." She turned and waved her hand gracefully, her silvery sheet of hair flowing despite the lack of wind.

Veelas. Harry thought, shaking his head and fighting down the smile threatening to work its way on his face.

(A/N Up until this point my friend was writing)

As Harry prepares for the Yule Ball, James walks into them and laughs.

"Who would have thought. The master of the underworld, getting ready to go on a date. Ha!"

"Shut it, James. Besides you are going as well."

"Wait! What!"

"It is the perfect place for her to get attacked, and if you are not there I might get overwhelmed. That goes for all the Olympians."

"Booo." yells Max.

Aaron yelled "That's bullshit!"

Santi says "Ugh."

"Who wants to see a bunch of teenage, guys and girls failing to dance." says James.

"Well you do as of now."

"Fine, let me get my suit." grumbles James.

As James and the rest of the Olympians went to their rooms, Harry with a smirk walked out to escort Fleur to the hall.

Fleur was getting ready inside her room in the carriage. She puts the dress on a light blue dress, that reached to her ankles. She then started to work on her make up. Being a veela, only a light coat was needed. She put on her heels, and looked herself over in the mirror.

"You look beautiful, Fleur. I would worry." said Jamie looking at the scared expression on Fleur's face.

Fleur replied with a haughty tone, "I am not worried! Especially about the opinion of a mere boy."

"A mere boy who saved your life twice, which included fighting two dragons, and a band of mercenaries. A mere boy, who got you to check yourself in the mirror 3 times already. A mere boy wh "

"That is enough. I am not worried!" with that she deemed herself ready to go to the ball, she waited in her room for Harry to escort her. Never noticing the smirk which appeared on Jamie's face. When a quiet knock could be heard by the door.

Harry stepped towards Fleur's room nervously checking himself over and over again. In front of her door, he straightened his suit and knocked.

The door was opened by Jamie, who was sporting a satisfied smirk, and a Fleur who was a little red.

"You look beautiful, Fleur. May I have the honour of escorting you to the ball?"

Fleur replied with "Yes. Let us depart." then turned to look at Jamie. "I will see you at the ball, yes?"

"You wil."

"See you later than."

As they neared the great hall, Fleur turned and asked Harry, "Where is the rest of the Olympians?"

"Oh, they are probably getting ready to come down here."

"They got dates?"

"No." replied Harry, with a smirk.

"Then why are they going to the ball?"

"I forced them to?"

"Hahaha. Why?"

"I wanted to see there faces in shock and annoyance."

"You are very evil."

"I know I am."

Before Fleur could reply, Proffesor Mcgonagall yelled, "All champions please make your way to me, with your dates. The rest of you may proceed into the hall.

Harry quickly changed course to the small crowd which were the spot for the champions.

He saw Diggory with the asian girl, and Krum with a bushy haired girl.

"Hello, Mr. DIggory, Mr. Krum. How are you doing on this fine evening."

DIggory turned and replied with "Fine thank you very much. And you?"

"A wonderful evening. Who are these beautiful ladies next to you."

"The lady to left me is my date. Her name is Cho, Cho Chang. And the one to my right is Hermione Granger"

"Delighted."

And before the conversation could continue Proffesor Mcgonagall lead them through the plans. "You will first sit down by the table for the champions, have dinner, before you start of the dance. Any questions? No, then off you go."

As they entered the Great Hall, Harry could see the crowd. There was a particular red headed boy, who seemed to be angry about something. He turned around to realize he was Jealous. Not particularly caring he turned back around and walked to the table.

After dinner it was time to dance. Harry got up and offered his hand to Fleur.

"Would you like to dance?"

"As a matter of fact, I do."

If you read to the end thank you, for putting up with the errors that might have been there. And I will continue to read. PLEASE write reviews, and tell me how to make it better. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE SUPPORT!

The reason why it took so long is because of me collaborating with my friend.