A/N: Probably will be the last chapter until a week or two later. I need to get back and continue writing Each Other's Hero. My Flowerpot vacation is about to be over.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any works by J.K Rowling.
Chapter 3
Fleur howled in agony as she forced her wounds to heal.
Deep cuts adorned her torso, blood spilling from them. If she was a mere witch, she was sure that she'd be dead long ago from the cursed cuts.
But she wasn't. Fleur Delacour was a proud Veela.
She steadied her breathing and did her best to concentrate on healing, ignoring the aching pain in her body.
'Ba-dump'
'Ba-dump'
'Ba-dump'
Fleur could feel the wounds start to heal as the pain began to subside. After a few minutes, it was barely noticeable.
Fleur sighed, as she began making her way out of the forbidden forest. It was already dark, and the moon was fully out. She quickly hurried back to the Beauxbaton Carriage, hoping that the headmistress hadn't noticed her missing.
Fleur slowly opened the door to the carriage, its creaky hinge causing her to flinch.
Thankfully, everyone seemed to be asleep, as an eerie silence washed over the hall inside.
She crept back into her room, gently sliding the door open and slipping inside.
Harry Potter was on her bed, fast asleep.
Fleur licked her lips hungrily, as she stalked towards him. His face was serene, shown only by the illumination of the moonlight. Any grief or sorrow he once had was taken away within the land of dreams.
How badly she wanted him. To take him. To own him.
To make him, hers.
Fleur shook her head, forcing herself out of those thoughts. She had to remind herself that he already belonged to her. All she had to do was get him to understand that fact.
It wouldn't do any good if she rushed things now. Not in his fragile state.
No. She had to do this carefully. After all, it is much easier when your mate devotes himself fully to you.
Fleur didn't just want his body. She wanted him. She wanted his heart, his thoughts, his very soul.
She wanted all of him.
So instead of taking him right there, she elected to gently shake him awake.
"'Arry?" She whispered.
Harry Potter slowly blinked open his eyes to meet Fleur Delacour's own.
"Fleur?" He muttered. "W-where am I?"
Fleur wrapped her arms around him, causing him to stiffen up. She pulled away and faced him, staring deep into his emerald eyes.
"Safe, 'Arry." Fleur stated. "You are wiz me, in my room. You are safe."
Harry blushed, scrambling to get out of the bed. "Oh! I'm sorry Fleur! I didn't mean to - I'll leave immediately!"
Fleur angrily pushed him back onto the bed as he tried placing his foot onto the floor.
"I said I would 'elp you 'eal," she said angrily. "Stay, wiz me."
Harry shook his head. "But Professor McGonagall will be furious if she finds out!" he argued. "Besides, I'll lose points for my house!"
Fleur scoffed. "Professor? She lets zem bully you! I see the 'ouses 'urt you, and she does nothing! And points? Hah! Are zey your friends, 'Arry?"
"Y-y-y-"
An angry glare from Fleur halted Harry from finishing the word. He instead sadly looked down and admitted the truth.
"No…" Harry sighed. "They're not…especially what they've done to me…matter of fact, I don't really have any friends after Her-…Her…"
Harry tried saying Hermione's name, but he could barely choke it out. His eyes were starting to wet again, as he just hung his head low.
Fleur grabbed his hands with her's forcing him to look up towards her.
"I am your friend, 'Arry." She said kindly. "I will be wiz you no matter what.
"Fleur…I can't stay," he said sadly. "Yo-you'll get into trouble."
Fleur waved her hand, dismissing his feeble excuse. "Do not worry. As champion, ze Madame Maxine turns… 'ow do you say eet? 'A blind eye.' So non excuses!"
Harry's eyes softened, his stare searching into her own, looking for any excuse to leave the room to wallow in his own misery.
Fleur didn't give him any. She put everything she had to make sure that he saw how much she wanted him to stay.
And apparently he did see it.
Harry eventually gave up and sighed, choosing to remain on the bed and leaned against the wall.
"Okay." He said tiredly. "Just give me a second. Do you um…have any more sheets for me to use for the floor? It's kind of cold in here."
Fleur just blinked for a second, trying to process what he said.
"Ze…floor?" She said slowly, until realization hit her. "Oh! Non, non, non! 'Arry, you are sleeping on ze bed wiz me!"
"…"
"…What?"
"Ze bed, 'Arry," Fleur insisted. "Lay wiz me."
Harry blushed furiously. "N-no Fleur!" He protested. "I'm a guy…and you're a girl…we can't-"
Fleur wasn't going to take no for an answer. She interrupted him by dragging him down onto the bed, forcing him to lay on top of her.
"Shhhhh," she hushed, putting a finger to his mouth. "We are only sleeping. You should not be wizout me next to you tonight."
"B-but Fleur…" Harry protested weakly, slightly struggling against her grip.
"Non more of zat, 'Arry." Fleur said firmly. "Sleep. Tomorrow will be better."
He didn't say another word. Instead, he ceased his struggle and started to breathe rhythmically. Fleur gently stroked his head, humming a quiet tune to help him sleep.
As Fleur watched him close his eyes, a part of her couldn't help but feel slightly worried.
Who was that red headed girl? She seemed to have some kind of connection with Harry, and when Fleur confronted her, the girl was somehow able to fend her off.
Fleur began sifting through her thoughts, trying to come up with a possible identity for the girl based on what she's learned while at Hogwarts.
Small stature…must mean she's younger than Harry. Freckles…redhead…similar to Ronald Weasley, Harry's old friend…
Fleur let out a gasp.
Ginny Weasley.
The girl that was taken by the basilisk 2 years ago. The one Harry saved.
Fleur gritted her teeth. That little salope thinks that Harry is hers just because he rescued her? Who does she think she is!
Suddenly, she felt something wet running down her chest, pulling her from her thoughts.
She looked down to see Harry staring wide eyed at a small line of blood coming out of her wounds.
"F-Fleur?" Harry whispered, slowly rising up from her. "Y-you're bleeding. What…what happened?"
Fleur cursed silently underneath her breath. Her wounds must've leaked when Harry laid on top of her. She quickly used one of the blankets to wipe the blood dry.
"Ah, 'Arry…" Fleur started nervously. "Eet was…um…"
Both of Harry's hands laid on Fleur's shoulder, gently pulling her up and stopping her from continuing.
For the first time since she saw him, a cold freezing anger appeared in his eyes.
If she didn't know that it wasn't directed at her, she probably would've felt fear for the first time in a long time.
"Did someone hurt you?" Harry whispered dangerously.
Excitement coursed through her body as her mind raced, the possibilities opening up to her.
Oh, how she could turn this situation around.
"Oh…eet ees nothing…" she mumbled, turning away from him, feigning to be scared. "Zey are…zey are…"
Harry moved closer to her, his eyes full of anger and worry.
"Who did this to you?" He whispered. "Who hurt you, Fleur?"
"I-I can not say, 'Arry." She stammered. "Zey were too fast! But if I see zem, I can tell you who eet was."
A grim look washed over his face as he slowly let her go, "When you identify who it was, I'll make sure they never hurt you ever again," Harry said quietly. "I won't lose my only friend left. Her…Hermione would want me to keep you safe."
Fleur had to hide a grin. This situation wasn't planned, but it did turn out even better than expected.
Hermione would be rolling in her grave right now at what Harry said. How funny that he was oblivious to the fact that he was talking to her killer right there.
But it wasn't something he would need to know. Ever.
"I am sure she would want zat," Fleur whispered. "I won't go anywhere 'Arry. You won't lose me…but will I lose you…'Arry?"
Harry shook his head, a desperate look covering him. "No!" He said in a loud hushed voice. "You won't lose me, Fleur! You're my only friend left! I need you!"
Fleur Delacour's heart jumped.
She got him. Harry Potter needed her.
And she will make sure that she is the only one he'll ever need.
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Ginny Weasley winced as the ointment rubbed against her burnt skin.
She sat on a small couch, using a special cream to heal the burns from the French champion.
Fleur Delacour. The one who was stealing her Harry.
Anger washed over Ginny as she was reminded when the painful burn flared through her shoulder, causing her screams to echo through the chamber.
Noises in the Chamber of Secrets could magnify greatly after all.
After spending a few minutes catching her breath, Ginny made her way over to a table, past the dead basilisk on the ground, and reached into her robes to plant a bag onto the table.
A bag full of Harry's vomit.
Ginny hummed as she carefully placed the bag among a variety of other things that belonged to Harry.
Ripped pieces of cloth from his robes. Strands of hair. Fingernails and toenails. Multiple toothbrushes. A moving picture frame of Harry sleeping.
She giggled when she saw the moving picture frame. Ginny reached over and grabbed it, kissing his face.
"Do you feel it, Harry?" Ginny whispered. "This is where you saved me. This is where we were destined to be together. Even Dumbledore said so. He told me that he'll help me with whatever I need to have you. See, Harry! Even the strongest wizard of our age knows that we're destined to be together!"
Ginny reached for the bag of vomit on the table, fumbling with it until she could bring it up to show picture Harry.
"I even have a bag of your vomit right here!" Ginny smiled creepily. "I can feel you right here with me, Harry. Today, I could've really had you…"
The image of the French girl crossed her mind as she remembered how Harry went off with her, leaving Ginny outside the hospital ward.
Then, Ginny threw the picture frame onto the ground, shattering it to thousands of pieces.
"BUT YOU RAN OFF WITH THAT FRENCH HUSSY!" Ginny screeched. "YOU RAN AWAY FROM ME!"
Ginny took a few moments to catch her breath, before reaching into a drawer at the table to pull something out.
A new moving picture frame of Harry, this time with him looking off into the distance.
"But don't worry, Harry," Ginny reassured in a crazy singsong voice. "I'll get rid of that French bitch. Then you'll come to me. We'll be together forever. But if I can't have you…then we'll just have to spend that forever - on the other side."
She reached into the drawer once again and pulled out a potion kit along with a large text book.
'Advanced Potion Making. Property of the Half-Blood Prince.'
The Weasley girl would spend the rest of the day giggling to herself, as she made attempts to brew various types of potions.
All in the name of being together forever, with Harry Potter.