A/N: I couldn't stay away from this fic...so I kept writing. I immediately started work on this the moment I uploaded the next chapter of Each Other's Hero. Honestly, I currently find this more enjoyable to write currently than my other story (not that I DON'T enjoy it, but I just enjoy this more right now. It's still my priority to finish). But don't tell the Haphne people, we'll keep this our little secret, wink wink.

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

Chapter 4

Harry absolutely hated the Great Hall.

It was where everyone turned against him. It was where everyone continued to let him know that they turned against him.

Hence, Harry agreed to have breakfast in Fleur's room.

After awkwardly getting woken up by a giggling Fleur, he suddenly found himself sitting across from the French girl and having breakfast on her bed.

"Are you sure it's alright for me to eat here?"

"Yes, 'Arry! You can eet 'ere wiz me anytime!"

Harry gave her a small thankful smile, and continued with his meal. Fleur had decided to bring in a tray of food, offering him a wonderful ham and egg sandwich.

"This is very good, Fleur." Harry said, as he continued munching on his food.

"Eet is, non? Ze Croque Madame 'as been my favorite ever since I was a kid. I must get you acquainted wiz French food especially if you are to be…"

Fleur trailed off, her face turning slightly dreamy.

"If I'm to be what?" Harry asked curiously.

Fleur jumped in surprise, shaken awake by whatever she was daydreaming about.

"Ehhhh if you are to be spending your time wiz me! Yes!" Fleur exclaimed, a bit hurriedly.

"Oh. Well, I don't really mind," Harry shrugged. "French food is fine with- um Fleur…? What are you doing?"

Harry nervously watched as Fleur distractedly put one of her fingers into her mouth, all covered in strawberry jam, and began mooching on it. Her moans filled the room, causing Harry to sweat a little.

"F-Fleur?"

"Oh, 'Arry…" Fleur moaned. "Eets just…French food is sooooo good! I am 'appy to share eet wiz you. You know…you can eet me - er I mean, my french food…anytime you want…."

"…I will? Um yeah. I'll come to you if I errr want some French food."

Fleur suddenly crawled up to him and leaned her face towards his, causing him to shift back slightly, leaving them only mere inches apart.

"Anytime, 'Arry." Fleur whispered sweetly. "You can come anytime…"

And with that, she opened her mouth and began licking crumbs at the corner of Harry's mouth.

Harry flinched when her tongue touched his skin, but before he could say anything, she had already leaned away from him, her tongue licking her lips.

His mind was left in a haze. Fleur was just so…pretty. Her smell filled his nostrils, as the only thing that appeared in his mind was Fleur's face.

But then, whatever tension there was, seemed to have left when Fleur's expression returned to normal.

"Eet ees not good to waste French food," Fleur explained, as she began cleaning up their tray. "Come now, 'Arry. We must get going."

Harry blinked. The thoughts about the French girl that he had quickly left his head, as he jumped up from the bed and followed Fleur out the door. "Wait, where are we going?"

"Train," was all Fleur said.

Harry managed to catch up with her. They had somehow ended up outside and he was now walking side by side with her.

"What do you mean by, 'train'?" Harry asked.

Fleur stopped walking and turned towards him. "I. Am going to train you. I. Am going to show you magic, 'Arry," Fleur simply stated.

Harry frowned slightly. "I still have to attend my classes, Fleur. I…shoot, I might be late for potions today…" Harry cursed, preparing to make a sprint towards the castle.

Before he could even move, Fleur's hand grabbed onto his arm and pulled him back. He turned around to see her roll her eyes at him.

"Non, non, non," Fleur tsked, waving one of her fingers. "You do not need to go. You are a champion now. Ze rules state you can spend your time as you wish."

"I can?"

"Yes, 'Arry! Your teachers do not care for you. Unlike me, I care for you. So, I shall teach you all zat I know!" She declared passionately.

Harry just looked at her weirdly before allowing himself a small chuckle.

"Okay," he relented. "I'll let you train me, if it's not too much of a hassle."

That earned him a bright beam from Fleur, as she began to get started with her teaching, her words entering his mind.

Harry had to smile. Fleur seemed very eager to teach him.

A part of him was slightly worried. Fleur did act strange at times, but then again…she was the only one willing to be his friend.

Still, Harry was happy that she was his friend. Maybe…maybe Fleur would help him move on.

And maybe one day…one day they could be more than friends.

It would be the first time Harry felt a small spark in his heart, a spark similar to someone in love.

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Fleur Delacour was overjoyed.

She was so overjoyed that she could barely control herself that morning.

Fleur didn't mean to be so…provocative, but being in Harry's presence just made her forget to control herself.

It didn't help that the entirety of last night he was so close to her.

Fleur licked her lips as she watched Harry follow her instructions to shoot a series of spells. He didn't realize it yet, but his magic was incredibly powerful.

And she would soon gain full control of him - and his powerful magic.

Fleur had to stifle a giggle. She sure knew how to pick them! He may not seem like a Dumbledore right now, but one day he could easily surpass that old fool!

Speaking of Dumbledore, Fleur noticed how he kept such a watchful eye over Harry. He obviously was invested in her mate, and that wasn't something she could allow.

But Dumbledore was a strong wizard, too strong for Fleur to take on currently. No…she would wait and plot. She would train Harry, and he would stand by her side when the time came.

"'Arry!" Fleur called. "You are doing eet wrong!"

She walked over towards him and lowered his wand arm.

"'Ere, 'Arry." Fleur said gently, showing him how to cast the spell. "Eet ees 'Stupéfix!" Move your 'and like this…"

Fleur had to hide a grin as she watched Harry blush when she was next to him. She decided to press her chin onto his shoulder, speaking softly in his ear.

"That's eet, 'Arry…just a light flick annnnd…"

'POOOSH!'

The stunner finally flew from the tip of the wand, hitting a nearby tree.

"Yes!" Harry exclaimed, jumping into the air. "It finally worked! Fleur, it worked!"

"Eet did," Fleur chuckled. "You did good, 'Arry."

"It's all thanks to you though," Harry said, giving her a small smile.

"Mmhhh…and if you stick with me, I can show you soooo much more, 'Arry."

"I will," Harry promised. "I mean Merlin! You're the best teacher I've ever had! No one's been able to teach me something so well and that fast except for Her-"

Harry froze mid-sentence, his eyes already starting to water.

Fleur had to avoid rolling her eyes. Seriously? He was still hung up about that bookworm? Was she not enough for him? Ugh!

She couldn't let him keep thinking about that foolish girl. No, she had to make him think only about her.

Fleur decided he needed another dose of her powerful allure, and moved up to him, wrapping Harry in her arms.

"I know eet 'urts, 'Arry," Fleur whispered into his ear. "But you have me now. 'Ermione would want you to be 'appy. So try to smile for 'er, okay?"

Harry's lips quivered for a second, before a small smile appeared.

"Okay," he said hoarsely. "I-I'll try Fleur."

She forced herself to smile, and pressed a gentle kiss on his cheek, forcing as much of her allure's power to flare up.

"And when you zink of her," Fleur said softly, "remember me. Remember your friend. Your only friend. I am ze one who's still here.

Her hand gripped his chin, forcing him to face her. "Do you understand… 'Arry?"

A dazed look appeared on his face, as he seemed to slowly process what she said.

"I…yes…" Harry mumbled. "Only you, Fleur. I'll only think of you…she's gone anyways…"

"She is," Fleur confirmed. "I'm all that's left. Only me…"

Because you belong ONLY to me.

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Albus Dumbledore muttered angrily, as the tracking devices on Harry had started beeping furiously after he had activated them.

What was the boy doing with the French champion today anyways?

Dumbledore grumbled angrily, as he began penning down the speech of Granger's death that he planned to give at the dinner hall this evening.

Granger's sudden death was a welcomed surprise. Albeit the circumstances were suspicious, he didn't question the gift.

But Harry Potter was supposed to be alone afterwards! Ginevra would sweep in and heal his broken heart and turn him into the weapon he's supposed to be! Harry Potter would've been dependent on whatever form of affection he was shown!

Dumbledore cursed as he crumbled and threw away the 5th piece of parchment he was writing on.

He slumped in his chair and let out a sigh.

Fleur Delacour was going to be a problem, that he knew for sure. She was providing Harry with the companionship that was supposed to be provided by Ginevra!

Dumbledore wanted to tear out his beard! There wasn't a single situation he could plan, where he could get rid of that pesky French girl!

Her father was an important man, and if anything got out, it would be his head on the platter.

'No no no, you're Albus Dumbledore, the GREATEST wizard of all time!' He thought, trying to calm himself down. 'You're infallible! The plan must go on! No matter what happens!'

Suddenly, the door to his office slammed open as a red-faced Ginny Weasley stormed in.

"THAT FRENCH BITCH ATTACKED ME!" Ginny screeched. "SHE FUCKING ATTACKED ME YESTERDAY! I WANT HER DEAD!"

Dumbledore hid a smirk. He forgot that Ginevra was still a working pawn. A powerful and loyal one.

"Ginevra," Dumbledore started, "we talked about volume level. Take a deep breath, and I'll see what I can do for you."

Ginny slowly tried calming herself down, taking deep breaths and closing her eyes.

"Now…what can I do for you?" Dumbledore asked, giving her his trademark grandfatherly smile.

"The French champion," Ginny muttered. "She's the one who's controlling him. She attacked me in the halls last night."

Dumbledore frowned. "How did she attack you?"

A low growl erupted from Ginny. "Fire," the Weasley girl spat. "She turned into some kind of bird, and threw fire at me. FIRE!"

Dumbledore cursed under his breath. Fire. Bird. The damn girl was a veela! This just made it increasingly difficult!

"-and she landed a hit on me too!" Ginny continued. "A hit! On my shoulder! ME!"

Ginny stamped her foot childishly on the ground and muttered obscenities at a certain French girl.

Dumbledore was still processing the information. The girl was a veela… she somehow had some sort of vendetta against Ginevra…wait. Why did she attack her in the first place?

"What reasons did she have to attack you, my dear?" Dumbledore asked sharply.

Ginny snorted. "The French hussy thinks that Harry's hers!" She snarled. "Ha! As if he'd go with that bitch! Once he finds out that she's scarred from my 'Sectumsempra,' he'll leave that ugly whore!"

Dumbledore jerked his head. "You hit her with that spell?" He asked sharply.

"Right in the chest!" Ginny grinned evilly.

A groan came from Dumbledore. "She should be dead then," he muttered. "It's that damn veela blood keeping her alive. Merlin, she's probably removed the curse herself!"

Ginny stared at him horrified. "She can heal?" Ginny hissed. "But then my Harry won't see those scars!"

A lightbulb lit inside Dumbledore's head.

"I wonder…" he mused.

Dumbledore stood up and headed over to a bookcase in the corner of the room. He quickly sifted through the case, until he procured a thick book and placed it onto his table, flipping to a page.

"Professor?"

"Ginevra my dear," Dumbledore muttered. "Have a look at this."

Ginny leaned over the table and stared at the open page.

"I don't understand, Professor." Ginny said, a confused look spread across her face. "Why are you showing me this?"

"I do not believe Harry knows what she is, my dear." Dumbledore said, his eyes twinkling. "Imagine, if he were to somehow come across information such as this…"

Ginny's eyes widened in realization, as her mouth slowly morphed into a smirk.

"Yes…imagine if he came across this information. Thank you, Professor. I'll get right on

With that, Ginny picked up the book and slid it into her bag, promptly leaving Dumbledore's office to scheme.

Dumbledore smirked, as he leaned back into his chair. He pulled out his 6th piece of parchment for the day and began writing his speech.

This time, he managed to finish the entire damn thing.

A/N: Fleur is horny. That's all I got to say. I mean, I don't really have a deep plotline that's going to leave you in tears. I just wanted to write a Yandere Fleur (and Ginny too I guess) so I can get a few good chuckles when writing.

The finger licking scene? That was inspired by a certain Luc Bennet drabble written by the author of 'Of Witches and Snitches,' DJKopper, over in the Flowerpot discord.

Want to know what I'm talking about? The Discord code is fupDkuxxcj

Flowerpot server pretty chill, you'll probably meet many other Harry/Fleur authors much better than me.

I also hang around there if you want to talk to me.