Author: enchanted nightingale
Beta Reader: pussycatadamah
Timeline: Book 4, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire
Pairs: Harry/Lucius
Disclaimer: The characters belong to J.K. Rowling. I merely use them in my plot for fun.
Chapter 17
"Ve need to talk."
The French accent was what stopped Harry and made him turn. The Gryffindor was half expecting Ron to ambush him again. Seeing Fleur Delacour was so unexpected. He did not know how to feel about this just yet. The witch that had turned many heads and made half the male population in Hogwarts lose their minds was standing next to him and Harry had no idea what she wanted. She was a Champion and a potential enemy. All he knew about her was that she was smart enough to get chosen and that she had a sister she loved dearly. Not monster material but one could never be too sure. After all someone was out to get him. Though Harry was willing to bet that the danger this year came from the usual suspect, Voldemort.
"Miss Delacour," Harry told the witch, trying not to betray his nervousness. He certainly was not affected by her allure, though her presence seemed commanding.
"Come," the part Veela told him, taking him by the hand and dragging him to an empty classroom. She shut the door behind them and motioned him to take a seat while she stood with her back to the door.
"Okay," Harry agreed as he reluctantly leaned on a desk. "You said we needed to talk?"
"I know!"
Harry blinked. "Know what?"
"About you and ze blond man," Fleur told him smugly.
Harry felt blood rushing to his ears. "Wha-what?"
"De blond. Lucius Malfoy," Fleur commented. "I saw you kiss 'eem. 'Ee iz married, non?"
The teen sat down on the desk behind him, still staring at the part Veela.
"What do you want?" Harry asked her. "I'm not asking how you saw me and him, but you must want something, otherwise you would not mention this to me."
Fleur smiled. "Bill."
Harry blinked. "Excuse me?"
"I want Bill."
Harry stared. "You have to explain it to me because you make no sense.
The Beauxbatons Champion huffed. "Bien! Bill, your boyfriend…"
"He's my best friend," Harry cut her off. "Lucius is my boyfriend," he admitted to the witch. "Bill is helping me."
"He is?"
"I would never cheat!" the teen spluttered.
That seemed to appease the witch considerably because her smile turned softer and her whole countenance much more pleasant.
"Bien," she repeated. "Tell me 'arry. Magique sexuelle. Vot do you know ov it?"
Harry felt his mind whirl. For a while he could not get his jaw to work. "I know enough. Why?"
"Bill is mine," Fleur stated.
"I get that," Harry muttered. His mind was working. Sex magic was all about matches. And now this witch was laying claim on Bill. That meant one thing and one thing only. "Bill is your match?"
"Oui."
"Okay…. Why do you want my help? You obviously have no trouble attracting attention."
Fleur scoffed. "I vont 'eez 'eart. Not just …"
"Attention," Harry said for her.
"Dat."
"And how can I help?"
"I want to meet 'eem."
"I can arrange that," Harry told her, honestly willing to help, especially if it made the witch less willing to spill the beans on him and Lucius.
Fleur smiled.
"But it has to be in secret," Harry warned her.
"I understand," Fleur nodded. "'ow?"
Harry did not have to think much on this. "What's your favourite colour?"
"Pardon?"
"Friends go out to places, like Hogsmeade," Harry commented. "And introduce friends to other friends."
Fleur's eyes lit up. "Ciel."
"Mine is green," Harry told her. "Make yourself comfortable, please. You can ask questions too, but nothing too personal. And yes, information about Bill." Harry was really willing to help the witch, and Bill. He was not blind. He had seen the looks Bill had shot the beautiful witch that night. And Bill had often admired Fleur, he certainly commented on her often enough. Why the Curse breaker had not felt any pull towards her yet he had no idea but he wanted to help his new friend. Bill was doing so much by helping him and Lucius. Harry was going to reciprocate as much as he could. And Fleur seemed nice enough, certainly determined to get what she thought was hers.
Fleur grinned and walked up to Harry, taking a seat next to him. "Bill… 'Ow old iz 'ee?"
Harry started talking and listening. And gradually learned more about the part Veela he was up against and his belief that she and Bill could work out strengthened.
End of chapter.
A/N: Too short, I know, but I had to explain about Fleur and not mix this up with the subject the next chapter deals with.