A/N: If you read my Each Other's Hero story, I did say that I'm taking a week off before I get back to writing as to not feel burnt out. I guess this story is me taking a break.

Some of the mistakes I made with EOH was I forced the chapters to be at least 5k words, which just made the story too overwhelming at times. So, with this story, I'm just going to update it whenever I think a stopping point is good. Some chapters will be 2k, some will be 5k. Hell, if it's really important, some might be 10k. Who knows.

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

Chapter 2

"OUT! GET OUT!"

The doors to the Hospital wing slammed shut as Harry stood outside frozen.

Mr. and Mrs. Granger did not want to see him.

They said it was his fault. All of it. But…what did he even do?

When he asked that question, Mr. Granger snarled and launched into a tirade of situations that he and Hermione was in.

Quirrel.

Basilisk.

Dementors.

How did they know? Hermione would never tell them any of that. She specifically said that if her parents actually knew the truth about what went on at Hogwarts, they would've pulled her out long ago.

But that wasn't the real issue. The real issue was Hermione.

Hermione…was gone…

Harry knew it was true when he caught a glimpse of her body, a white cover over it. Seeing Mr. and Mrs. Granger only reaffirmed the fact.

"Blimey…" Harry croaked. "She's…she's gone…"

He hunched over and vomit spilled right out of his mouth.

Sickness. Sickness was all he could feel.

When he finished throwing up, he collapsed into the wall, sitting up against it.

He didn't do anything else. He just sat there, staring blankly out in front of him.

"Harry?"

"…"

"Harry."

"…"

"HARRY!"

Blink.

A set of brown eyes stared at him. At first he was confused who it was, but the red hair immediately gave her away.

"Ginny?"

Ginny Weasley stood over him with a worried expression on her face.

"It's true isn't it?" Ginny whispered. "Harry…are you okay?"

"No."

"Oh Harry…"

Ginny moved to wrap him in her embrace. Harry didn't even react. He instead just continued sitting there stiffly, staring into empty space.

Ginny caringly stroked his back, whispering into his ear.

"It'll be okay, Harry. I'll be here for you. You'll have me…all to yourself…"

"She's gone…she's gone…she's gone…" was all Harry muttered.

Ginny grabbed his face and forced him to look into her eyes. "I'm right here, Harry," she said forcefully. "Look at me. You have me. I'll do anything for you, Harry…"

Suddenly, the doors to the hospital wing slammed open to reveal Madame Pomfrey.

"Ms. Weasley? Ah, you're here. The Grangers…they're waiting for you. They told me you were her best friend…"

Ginny blinked for a second before scowling. She let out a sigh before giving him one last hug.

"I'll be right back, Harry." She whispered. "Just wait for me here."

Harry continued sitting there blankly, until a French girl finally came up to him.

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Who was she?

Who was that girl to hold HER Harry?

Who was…that…that…PUTAIN?

Fleur Delacour quickly stormed her way over to Harry, once she saw that the red headed girl was gone.

She saw the vomit pile near Harry and wrinkled her nose, instantly vanishing it with her wand.

"'Arry?"

No answer.

Fleur sighed, and turned her allure up as high as she could get it. Even if he was resistant to it, no man could simply just ignore her when she uses its full power.

Harry Potter blinked.

"Fleur? Is that you? What…what are you doing here?"

Fleur slid up right beside him and grabbed his arm, pressing her chest up against him.

"Oh 'arry…" she said sadly. "Eets terrible, non?" I 'eard from zat boy! They said your friend…she…"

The French Veela didn't finish the sentence. Instead she just clung onto Harry, getting as close as she could.

It frustrated her that he was still barely reacting.

Another level should do the trick.

Fleur closed her eyes and focused all her energy into the allure. It was the strongest she's ever had to push it, but Harry was truly something else.

That's why he was going to be her mate. After all, it's his destiny anyways.

"Fleur?" Harry suddenly realized. "I-wait…someone was just…here?"

"Non, Harry. No one was 'ere. Eet is just me." Fleur lied.

"Oh…Fleur…Hermione's gone…" Harry mumbled.

Fleur looked at him, her thoughts running. She was close. She was very close.

One last push.

Fleur focused everything that she still had left into her allure. She could feel sweat running from her brows, and her vision starting to get blurry.

Her allure didn't just make boys fall head over heels for her. No. When used right, it could bring out the deepest and most buried emotions in a person.

And she had to bring out those tears.

Her Harry had to cry.

And he did.

Tears had finally started falling from his eyes, as he weeped into Fleur's arms.

"What do I do, Fleur?" Harry asked coarsely. "What do I do without Hermione…?"

"You let me 'elp, 'arry." Fleur soothed. "She would want you to be 'appy…we will attend 'er funeral and you shall 'eal. With me."

"You'll…you'll help me, Fleur?" Harry whispered. "But why? Everyone…they all hate me. Everyone…except Hermione. Why would you help me?"

She gave him a smile and leaned up to him, her breath hot against his cheek.

"Because…I am your friend, 'Arry. You are wiz me now…"

And with that, Fleur pressed a soft kiss against his cheek, squeezing out the last bit of the allure.

Harry's face was red, seemingly forgetting momentarily that his best friend's body was just behind the door near him.

"Now sleep, 'Arry," Fleur ordered. "Let me take care of you…"

Harry's eyes started to get droopy, as his body finally collapsed, all due to the stress of his best friend's death, into Fleur's waiting arms.

Fleur giggled as she held his limp form on her knees.

"I'll take care of you…I'll take very good care of you 'Arry'" Fleur said in a singsong voice. "But…after I take care of zis putain…"

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Ginny Weasley was fuming.

She had to sit through a blubbering Mr. and Mrs. Granger about how wonderful Hermione was and how sad Ginny would be.

It was absolutely irritating to pretend to cry and hold Hermione's parents.

It was bad enough that she was interrupted when she was with Harry, but now that she was able to escape from the clutches of the Grangers, Harry was nowhere to be found!

As Ron would say, where the 'bloody hell' is he?

Ginny searched high and low throughout the castle for the past hour but came up with nothing!

He wasn't in the Gryffindor tower, common room nor dorms.

He wasn't in the Great Hall.

He wasn't in any empty classrooms.

She went as far as to search the grounds outside to Hagrid's hut. But the only there was Hagrid black out drunk and wet tears on his face.

Ginny frustratingly walked towards a corridor, the same corridor that she would always walk through when things turned dire.

"Acid pops."

The door to Dumbledore's office swung open and she entered. After a few steps, she found herself staring at the aged headmaster, with a curious look in his eyes.

"My dear Ginevra, how may I help you today?" Dumbledore asked kindly.

"Harry Potter," she snarled. "I can't find him. I need you to use your devices, Dumbledore."

The aged Headmaster frowned. "He's missing? How did you lose track of him?"

"Because of you! I had him right where I wanted! He would've been mine right there, had those stupid Grangers not interfered!" Ginny screeched. "Why did you even tell them? They ruined everything!"

"My dear, it needed to be done," Dumbedore started. "With the Grangers knowing everything their daughter did, their reaction would break Harry. We were lucky Granger had perished, and I had to capitalize on this opportunity."

"Yes, I know that!" Ginny growled. "But couldn't you have done it at a later time? Why'd you even get them here so fast? Maybe if he saw Hermione's body, he'd need me even more!"

"Ginevra, you're shifting blame now," Dumbledore said. "Remember what we talked about?"

Ginny took a deep breath and calmed herself down. "Ye-yes Professor. I apologize for my outburst. However, I still need you to find him."

Dumbledore nodded and went over to a table filled with devices. An odd assortment of objects laid there, as Dumbledore went through each one whilst tinkering with them.

Eventually, one of them lit up. Dumbledore frowned for a second before answering.

"Apparently…he's in the Beauxbaton carriage," Dumbledore muttered. "Why would he…Ginevra, my dear. I need you to-"

Ginny had already taken off before he could finish his sentence. It was already getting dark, and she had to hurry.

Before someone got their hands on her Harry.

Had she miscalculated?

She knew everyone that Harry talked to. Ginny had made sure that all the girls would steer away from him. Anytime one of them that approached him, would find something coming up.

Of course, Fred and George were more than happy to do the pranking. They couldn't deny their sweet innocent little sister anything once she asked.

And if the girls still didn't lay off Harry, well…

Ginny absentmindedly made her way through the Hogwarts corridor when suddenly a loud noise shook her out of her thoughts.

'CRACK!'

Ginny barely dodged behind a corner when a large portion of the corner wall blew off.

'CRACK!'

Another piece of the corner wall was blasted off.

Ginny cursed as she hugged the wall.

Someone was firing spells at her.

She wouldn't wait to find out who it was. Ginny instead took off into a spring as she ducked through another corridor.

'CRACK'

'CRACK'

If she kept running, she'd be bound to be hit. It wouldn't do. Ginny needed to do something before her attacker found their aim. She decided the best course of action was to wait behind a corner for her attacker to run by.

Ginny reached into her robe and pulled out a dagger. Her wand wouldn't be good when they reached so close quarters, and she was sure that she'd be able to overpower the attacker at close range.

A wave of silver blonde hair suddenly flew by her. Before the girl could even process Ginny's location, a knife was already coming down her way.

'CLANG'

The knife harmlessly collided against the floor.

Ginny looked up to see who it was.

Wasn't that the French champion? Fleur Dela-something? What was she doing here?

Before Ginny could even fully process the situation, the face of the girl in front of her morphed into an avian-like creature, wings erupting from her back. The girl raised her hand, and a ball of fire appeared.

Flames flew, flying straight towards Ginny. She was barely able to dodge out of the way before another wave of flames came again.

She knew a losing fight when she saw one. It was time for a retreat.

Ginny kept running as the flames threatened to reach her. The French girl was after her, easily keeping up.

Ginny felt herself getting tired already, and knew that it was now or never. She still had a card to play up her sleeve after all.

The redhead girl stopped abruptly, turning around with her wand in her hand.

"Sectumsempra!"

The French girl stumbled, howling in pain. Blood was soaking through her body, as her body transformed back to normal.

Ginny grinned evilly. Now all she had to do was finish her off…

'FWOOSH!'

"ARGHHH!" Ginny screamed in agony. "YOU BITCH!"

Somehow, a ball of fire had managed to hit Ginny's shoulder. The French girl had it hidden and sent it off when Ginny let her guard down. Ginny frantically patted her arm, putting the fire out.

"PUTAIN!" The French girl spat, while slowly getting up. "I WILL KILL YOU!"

The two of them glared at each other with pure hatred in their eyes, each of them waiting for the other to make a move.

Their hands were on their wands, their feet ready to spring into action any moment. All that was needed was the first sign of movement…

Before they could make a move, a loud voice shouted in the corridor.

"STUDENTS OUT FIGHTING! STUDENTS OUT FIGHTING!"

"Ugh!" Ginny growled. "Peeves!"

A silent agreement was made between Fleur Delacour and Ginny Weasley as the two of them locked eyes with one another.

This matter isn't over yet. Not by a long shot.

The two of them turned around, and moved as quickly as they could away from the crime scene.

Live to fight another day.

Live to fight for their Harry.