A/N: My second story. This was created when I was joking around about a Yandere Fleur in the flowerpot server. So when I found out there wasn't really any, I decided to write my own! Aiming around 75k-100k words for this fic.

I might have to push back updates on Each Other's Hero for every 2 weeks, but this isn't going to be the priority story yet. Still aiming to finish Each Other's Hero first.

Updates for this story will be more sporadic, but I will be aiming for a chapter every 3-4 weeks. But it could always be sooner.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any works by J.K Rowling.

Chapter 1

Fleur Delacour knew she just had to have him.

It was definitely love at first sight.

He didn't fawn, drool, or really make an utter fool out of himself like the others. He was just…Harry.

And Fleur Delacour liked just Harry.

She did try to approach him multiple times in fact, but he was always with those 2 pesky losers! And on the extremely rare occasions that he wasn't, he was popular enough with most of the school that someone had to always be trying to get his attention.

What she needed to do was to get him away from his from everyone. She needed to be the only one in his life.

Fleur had already begun brainstorming ideas, but none of them seemed to be any good!

Spread nasty rumors? Well, she had heard around about the chamber incident, but apparently everyone became friendly again after it happened. She doubted that any rumor could top that one.

Honestly, what a bunch of fakes!

Use her allure to get everyone to stop talking to him?

No, that wouldn't do. It would only work on the boys, then the only ones left would be girls! Imagine, only girls coming up to him! The only girl in his life should be her.

Perhaps…scar him in a way where he's too ugly to look at? That way, no one would want to even approach him.

Ugh, but then again, people would start asking! So what if she hurt her future husband/mate? He was hers to do as she pleased!

Fleur did not want a headache of constantly having to remove anyone who asked too many questions.

No, it wouldn't do at all.

She needed something. Anything to get him away from them all.

And that something did come; in the form of the 4th triwizard champion, Harry Potter.

At first she was worried. Fleur instantly protested, stating that, "e is only a leetle boy!" It didn't really do much except get her Harry annoyed.

Honestly, it was those officials' fault for not acknowledging her words! Now, it made it seem like she was insulting him!

But she'll deal with them later, once the tournament is finished and all. It'll be their turn then, to be judged .

Their names were already on 'the list' after all.

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Fleur would spend the entire day after the selection just to finalize her planning. After giving it a look over, Fleur had to admit that she was, in fact, a genius.

The first step: destroying the fan base.

It wasn't too hard. The Hufflepuffs were already annoyed to begin with, but they just chucked it up to another one of "the strange things that happen around Harry Potter."

She would be changing that around. All with the help of Ernie Macmillian.

See, Ernie was apparently one of the most staunch believers that Harry was a dark wizard. From what she heard, he was the one who propagated that her Harry was the heir to Slytherin.

All it took was just a slight turn of her allure, and he was going around telling everyone that Harry cheated.

3 houses, all turned against him. However, the 4th house was a problem.

The Gryffindors were headstrong. They knew what the other houses thought. They believed that he cheated. They just didn't care.

Matter of fact, they hailed him as a hero. Everyone from Gryffindor practically worshiped the ground he walked on when they found out he would be competing.

It was frustrating. She almost tore her hair out a few times during the next few days, trying to come up with a new solution.

But in the end, she didn't need to. Her answer was once again, Harry Potter.

He didn't take the attention too well, and continuously denied that he put his own name in. The Gryffindors eventually got tired of hearing this, and turned on him as well. And the cherry on top, was her Harry's friend Ron, following them.

Now the only one left was Hermione Granger.

Step 2: Get rid of Hermione Granger.

The bushy haired girl wouldn't leave his side. No matter what anyone said, no matter what anyone did, she wouldn't leave his side. Not even after their friend Ron turned on them.

Fleur had to admit, Hermione was smart. She knew how to handle the bullying and how to keep Harry sane. It was frustrating to see how good Hermione was. It should've been Fleur by his side, not that bookworm!

So, Fleur began planning once more.

She followed Hermione around, even going as far as to attend the same classes as the girl. Over the course of the next few days, she began picking up traits of the bush haired girl.

For one, she had an extreme case of authority worship.

Every class, she would always try to win her teacher's approval by answering every question she could. Or when they asked her to do anything, she would somehow find a way to go the extra mile.

Fleur Delacour knew what to do. She began writing.

Miss Granger,

I have an extra credit opportunity for you. I am in desperate need of your help tonight. Please meet me at the edge of the forbidden forest at 10:00 tonight with all of your belongings packed in a trunk. Do not tell anyone, including Mr. Potter, as I would not like it to be speculated that I am showing favoritism.

Sincerely,

Professor McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

It was easy. Far too easy. Fleur noticed how much the girl looked up to McGonagall. The professor's mannerism of speech was easy to pick up on as well. It was all too easy.

She used her allure on one of the boys, getting them to deliver the letter towards the Granger girl.

And sure enough, Hermione showed up that night with her trunk. Fleur made sure that no one was around to see, and quickly put her hand on the bookworm's mouth, forcibly dragging the girl into the forest.

The last thing that Hermione Granger would see was the bird form of Fleur, pouncing on top of her.

Fleur had to once again admire her own brilliance. If they tested her wand, no one would find anything. Because spells were never even used.

After collecting some of Hermione's hair, Fleur decided to move the body near the back of an old hut that she saw just at the edge of the forest. It would seem that a wild animal came out of the forest and killed the girl.

Hermione Granger wasn't going to be her problem anymore. Matter of fact, she wasn't going to be much of anything ever.

When they find the Granger girl's body, her Harry will definitely break. But by then, Fleur will be right there to comfort him!

Step 3: Have Harry Potter fall for her.

Fleur had to giggle. Soon, Harry Potter will be hers.

Forever.

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Harry Potter was depressed.

Was it depression? Or was he just sad? He couldn't really tell, but the feelings sure were bad.

He was sitting in front of the lake, contemplating how his life had gotten this bad.

Parents die and leave him orphaned? Check.

Raised by abusive relatives? Check.

Discover a crazy man possessing terrorist is after him? Check.

Kill said crazy terrorist's host, and no one bats an eye? Check.

Discover that you can speak parseltongue and fight a basilisk? Check.

Discover you have a godfather who was wrongly framed and almost get your soul sucked out whilst trying to free him? Check.

And now he's been entered into a tournament where people have apparently died.

Oh, and to top it off, everyone in the school hates him again. This time, it included one particular Ron Weasley.

Check.

Harry let out a small sigh. It wasn't all too bad. At least he had Hermione.

The bushy haired girl had truly been an angel. Even with all the rumors and everyone treating him like the plague, Hermione had still stood at his side.

It was extremely disheartening when he didn't see her this morning.

She usually would be waiting for him in the common room, every morning, 7:00 on the dot. At first he assumed she was late, but an hour later, it was clear she wasn't going to show up.

It was what it was. Hermione probably needed some time for herself anyways. He just decided to go to the lake outside the castle to contemplate his life. It was the weekends anyways, what else could he do?

"'Ello?"

Harry turned around to see Fleur Delacour standing right behind him. She had a strange expression on her face, as she stared right into him. It was…scary in a way.

"Oh, it's you..." Harry mumbled. "Come here to gloat, have you? Don't worry, this 'little boy' isn't here looking to win."

Fleur Delacour only sat herself right next to him, completely uninvited. Harry flinched back when he realized how close she was.

"You misunderstood me, 'arry," Fleur started, "I meant that you are far too young to be in zis tournament. Eet is clear you did not put your name in."

Whatever misconceptions Harry had about her immediately dropped. It didn't even matter how she sat so close to him, or had already begun talking to him on a first name basis.

"You believe me?" Harry asked excitedly.

"Of course, 'arry. I believe you."

Harry felt like he was floating on clouds. Someone besides Hermione finally believed him!

"People are stupid, non?" Fleur commented. "They only see what zey want to see. 'Ow are you dealing with eet?"

Harry just shook his head. "Not well," he muttered. "The only one who believed me was Hermione. She's been the one keeping me sane through all this."

Fleur smiled. "She must be a good friend, non? Friends like zat are rare to come by. I do not 'ave any friends myself."

Harry gasped at her. "You don't have any friends?" He asked incredulously. "But-but you're so…well…"

He blushed red, unable to finish his sentence.

Fleur smirked when his face was turning red. "Oh?" She asked, her eyebrow raised. "What am I, 'arry?"

"…pretty…"

It was barely audible, but apparently she had heard it.

Fleur let out a girly giggle, causing Harry to blush even harder. "Thank you, 'arry," she said. "If eet is okay with you…would you be my first friend?"

"Of course!" Harry immediately responded, almost jumping up from the ground. "I would be honored…um…"

"Fleur Delacour," she said, holding out her hand.

Harry took her hand, but before he could shake it, she forcefully pulled him into her. He found himself suddenly on top of her, his face mere inches from her own.

"I look forward to being your friend… 'arry," she whispered sensually into his ear.

It sent shivers down his body as her hot breath brushed against his ear.

He felt that this girl would be trouble. It was a gut feeling, and his gut was usually right.

But somehow, in his haze filled mind, he didn't care.

It would be Colin Creevy who broke him out of his stupor.

"Harry! Harry! There you are!"

Harry frantically got off of Fleur, but not before seeing her annoyed expression.

"Oh! Um Colin. What's uh…what's going on?" Harry asked nervously.

Colin had a somber expression on his face. He glanced between Harry and Fleur for a few seconds, before he decided to break the news.

"It's Hermione…they found her body…"

Harry froze.

What?

Her…body?

He pushed past Collin, forgetting everything that just happened with Fleur and ran straight for the castle, with Collin struggling to keep up.

He didn't hear the quiet giggles of Fleur, nor the giddy expression on her face as she casually walked behind him.