A/N: I spoil you all...seriously, 2 chapters this week? Wow...

Anyways, I do know antagonist manipulative Dumbledore does get tiring. BUT, he will be in this story as a sort of...guide? Gate? I don't know how to say it. Fleur will progressively get more crazy and she'll have to keep defending her proper-ahem I mean Harry. Now, I guarantee you all, 110%, you'll never EVER suspect the plot will deviate this way. Why? Because even I didn't expect it! I checked my notes from last night when I had too much to drink and I was like...wow. So the oncoming chapters will be um...yandere?

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

Chapter 7

The castle was bustling with rumors of what happened to Ginny and Professor Dumbledore.

Some thought that Ginny must've fallen ill, and the aged headmaster had taken her personally to the hospital.

Others who were more suspecting of something similar to two years ago suspected another case of the chamber must've popped up, as eyes turned to Harry Potter.

But the most outstanding speculation came from Lavender Brown. The gossip queen of the Gryffindor tower.

Apparently, she believed that there was some sort of illicit student-teacher relationship between the two - seeing their disappearance coincide with one another.

Even Harry had to scratch his head on that last one. He obviously knew what happened, but did he really want to say anything about it?

No. Not really.

Dumbledore can go fuck himself. And Ginny.

Seriously, he tried defending her? And patronizing him like that? Dumbledore still treated him like a child!

After everything he's been through, Harry believed that his childhood was already over.

It was over the moment his parents died.

It was over with the Dursleys.

It was over with Quirrel.

It was over with the Basilisk.

It was over with the Dementors.

And it was over with this damn tournament.

But…his life wasn't over.

Turning his head to his side, he found Fleur's own leaning on his shoulder as they sat in a corner of the Great Hall.

Fleur…she was what kept him going.

The girl who he first thought was pretentious, condescending…and completely out of his league.

He'd never thought she'd give him the time of day.

But she did. And she saved him.

Hermione's death…it was hard. But she told him to think of her when he thought of Hermione…

"'Arry…" Fleur suddenly whispered into his ear. "Say 'ahhhhh.'"

Fleur did have weird quirks at times. But who doesn't…right…?"

Harry blushed. "Ahhhh." He opened his mouth as he felt pudding fall into his mouth.

"Gooooood boy." She purred.

He looked up to see Fleur's face over his own, as she dribbled pudding from her own mouth into his.

It was quite weird…but Fleur said it was what French people did with those they considered friends.

Fleur doesn't lie. He'll do all that he can to make her feel comfortable.

Even if it meant doing something…like this.

Fleur let out a soft giggle as he swallowed the pudding. Feeling some of it stuck at the edges of his mouth, he reached for a napkin but Fleur playfully slapped his hand away.

"Let me, 'Arry." She said softly.

He felt her leaning forward pressing her firm, erm, assets, against his chest as a wet tongue suddenly licked the pudding still stuck on his face.

She got in even closer, as she firmly grabbed his chin and began suckling a corner of his lip, smooching away any traces still leftover.

Does Fleur like…like him?

No. No it can't be. He's younger than her and he's…well he's Harry! No one could possibly like him like that! His uncle said he was a freak. The students thought he was a cheat. And Fleur…she said she was his friend.

Just his friend…

But did he want…more?

No. He was good right here. What if he scared her away? Then he'd have nobody…

Fleur just had her quirks. That's it…

When Fleur finally pulled away, she had a bit of an unnerving look in her eyes as she stared at him.

"'Arry." She said almost dreamily. "You taste merveilleux."

Harry laughed awkwardly at that comment. "Haha. Erm thanks Fleur."

"Really, you do, 'Arry." she insisted. Fleur leaned forward even more, her eyes piercing into his. Almost as if she was trying to…devour…him.

Unconsciously, Harry leaned away a bit.

Fleur suddenly opened her mouth and her tongue came out. She trailed it from the top of Harry's cheek all the way down to the corner of his chin.

A wet trail of saliva was all that was left on his red face

Right. Quirks. She just has her…quirks.

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November would soon be upon them. The first task was quickly approaching as Fleur racked her brain on how to keep her Harry alive.

She had found out about the dragon in one of her patrols around the forest. Quickly she showed them to Harry, and told him to train even harder to prepare for the first task.

And he did. He trained even harder under her tutelage. He listened to her. Anything. He. Listened.

Even when she told him about the French ritual of feeding through the mouth.

Of course it was something she completely made up. Her inner Veela was starting to come out - making her want to feed him that way.

It doesn't matter. Harry believed her nonetheless.

The time was approaching. She could feel the knot tying itself as Harry fell further and further into her embrace. Soon. Soon she'll claim what is rightfully hers.

Yule. It was approaching. Fleur had some ideas, some plans for how to approach it.

That's when she'll do it. That's when she'll claim him.

As Harry took a break from his spell work, he looked up to her and gave her a small smile.

Yes. Soon. Soon he will be all her's.

Smile. A beautiful smile for her Harry.

And an even more beautiful claiming once it's time.

LINE BREAK

She would be the second one to go. The Common Welsh Green.

"Wis' me luck, 'Arry." Fleur said, as she gave him a hug. She held out her cheek to him and giggled.

It took him a second, but he eventually got the message and gave her a quick peck on the cheek, his face red.

"G-good luck, Fleur."

She grinned at him and gave his own cheek a quick peck before exiting the tent.

Outside, Fleur came face to face with the Common Welsh Green dragon.

It wasn't big, not really. She contemplated how to handle the thing.

A part of her just wanted to turn into her avian form and just massacre the thing. But the audience would see…and then Harry would know.

No. Best if she just stuck to magic.

So, with a quick swish of her wand, the dragon slowly fell asleep.

Fleur would be careful to avoid its fire snort, as she got the dragon.

As the audience cheered, Fleur couldn't help but ignore them.

Because Harry would be up after the Bulgarian. She would have to watch him. She would have to make sure no harm comes to him.

And if necessary, she would step in.

Almost growling at the sleeping dragon, Fleur muttered, "Notzin' can hurt 'im. Notzin' but me."

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The crowd cheered for him as he landed on the ground.

He got up and looked around the arena in amazement.

"Har-ry! Har-ry! Har-ry! Har-ry! Har-ry! Har-ry…"

His name. They were cheering his name.

He gripped his broomstick harder. Liars. The lot of them. Two faced liars.

Just recently they scorned him. Called him a cheater.

'Potter Stinks.'

He remembered. He definitely remembered.

But now…they praise him?

No…

Liars…

All of them…

LIARS!

"'Arry!"

No. One of them wasn't a liar…

"Fleur!"

The French girl jumped into his arms as he almost spun her around. A huge grin was plastered onto his face as he felt her tighten her grip on him.

"Did you see me, Fleur?" He asked excitedly. "I got the egg, Fleur!"

"You did, 'Arry!" Fleur pulled away from him, her face flushed. "Inside, 'Arry. Away from all ze eyes."

He nodded in agreement. The judges were talking amongst themselves as Fleur dragged him inside, but he caught Dumbledore giving him a quick look.

Yeah. The old man managed to wiggle his way out of Madame Bone's interrogation.

When they got inside the tent, Harry felt himself being pushed back on a newly summoned bed from Fleur, as she quickly straddled him.

"Erm, Fleur? What are you…"

He trailed off when Fleur ripped his robes off, revealing his bare chest.

Instant embarrassment,

"F-Fleur!" Harry squealed, even more embarrassed at his high pitch. "W-wait we-what are you-"

Her finger was on his lip, silencing him. "Shushhhhh." Fleur shushed. She trailed her hand all over his body, rubbing him almost…sensually.

"Stay still." Fleur ordered "I am looking for if ze dragon 'as given you any injuries."

Harry nodded numbly as her hand ran through his body. He felt her hand trace over his stomach until…it suddenly stopped.

Her tone was cold. Dead cold. "'Arry. What ees zis?"

It was a scar. A scar from the buckle of one Vernon Dursley. A scar of the whipping the man promised him.

He tried averting his eyes. But she wouldn't let him. Her hand on his lips grabbed his face and forced him to look at her.

Her eyes. He'd never seen anything so…

"Fleur. Just drop it. Please." He begged her in a small voice.

"Non!"

He felt her grip tighten. Her gaze bore into his, trying to search for the answer.

"Who."

She leaned forward.

"'urt."

Her hot breath was on his cheek.

"You?"

Harry gulped, as her face was only a mere inch away from his.

…

…

"M-my uncle." Harry finally spilled. "I-it was when I wasn't…obedient."

Fleur was silent. When she had leaned onto him, her long flowing silver blonde hair had fallen over her eyes, hiding her expression completely.

She was completely unreadable.

Then, she broke her silence.

"Zey will never 'urt you again. Ever."

How could she promise something like that? How could she…

Fleur pulled away from him and fixed her hair.

"I will make sure of it." She whispered.

The dangerous glint in her eyes left her and she suddenly returned to normal. Before Harry could say anything, he felt a warm finger probed into his mouth.

"RghhhhFleurguh?"

"Shhhhh." Her middle finger probed even deeper. "I am zecking for any more injuries."

After feeling her finger around in his mouth for a while, she finally pulled away.

Still keeping eye contact with him, she plopped the same finger into her own mouth and sucked on it.

He could hear the wet slopping sound from her mouth, as she moaned into the finger.

As if reading his questioning look, she was quick to pull out and explain.

"Us French people can tell injury this way." She explained nonchalantly.

"…right."

"Harry! Oi, mate! You in there?"

The tent flap opened and all of a sudden a Ronald Weasley walked in, his face flushed when he noticed the position Harry was in.

"Erm, you alright there, mate?"

Harry was in disbelief.

And he didn't even bother moving,

"What do you want, Weasley?" Harry asked coldly.

Fleur allowed him to lean up as she made herself at home on his lap, facing towards Ron. Her eyes narrowed at Ron's appearance as she kept one arm tightened around Harry's waist.

Ron, apparently oblivious to the hostility in the air, stepped closer to the couple with a stupid grin on his face.

"Wicked flying, Harry!" Ron exclaimed, still walking up. Then his face took on a more serious one as he stopped a couple feet from them. "Listen Harry…I know I've been a complete ass lately but…well, I miss my best friend, you know?"

Harry raised an eyebrow at that.

Ron, finally seeming to catch on, was quick to explain himself.

"I just…I think Hermione wouldn't want us to fight like this, you know?" He mumbled, nervously rubbing the back of his head. "And…we haven't really talked about it. I mean blimey, Harry…she's gone. Hermione's gone…"

Whatever wall Harry was putting up or planning to put up between him and Ron was suddenly torn down at the mention of Hermione.

"Ron…"

Ron stepped up and held out his hand.

"I'm sorry, Harry. But can we just move past from it? Hermione would want us to."

Before Harry could answer, Fleur slapped Ron's hand away.

"'Hoo do you zink you are!" Fleur snarled. "You abandon 'im, you lie about 'im, now you want to be his friend again?"

"Fleur!" Harry protested, pulling her down onto him before she could jump at Ron. "Calm down! He's right! Hermione wouldn't want us to keep fighting!"

Fleur struggled a bit against his grip but ultimately pulled out of him. "Don't you remember, 'Arry?" She hissed. "'e left you! 'e 'urt you! 'e betrayed you!"

"I KNOW!"

Harry's voice broke into a yell. Catching Fleur's surprised eyes, his voice softened. "I know Fleur. But he was my best friend. He was…my first friend. I need to hear him out. Hermione would want me to at least do that."

"But 'Arry…I told you to zink of me…" Fleur said in a low voice, her head hung. "To zink of me…when you remember 'er."

"I know Fleur. And I am. I know that you want to keep me safe…but this is something I need to do. Could you…could you give us a minute?"

Fleur looked like she wanted to say more, but his eyes pleaded with her. Catching them, she gave him one last look of anger before pulling away and stomping out of the tent.

But not before giving Ron one last look of pure fury.

A look that Harry somehow missed.

A/N: So the part when Fleur feeds Harry is actually inspired by actual birds. Since she's technically a bird, I assumed that her inner primal side will come out. Also, I have parakeets so I was inspired by that as well. They feed each other that way I guess. It's kinda weird to be honest.

Thanks for reading!