Setting the Record Straight
A Harry Potter oneshot
Summary: Fleur sets the record straight when it comes to a certain matter.
Harry weaved in and out of traffic on his motorcycle. He had just finished his last delivery for the day for his courier business and was on his way to the bar that Fleur ran; The Phoenix Bar and Bistro. It had been a few years of hard work since Harry and Fleur went into business with their respective companies, but it had been worth it in the end.
Right now though, Harry was looking forward to a nice cold pint of beer and a hot meal after a long day of making deliveries and the night was fairly chilly, so the comforting warmth of the Bar would be a welcome change.
Driving around the back of the Bar and entering the garage. Turning off the engine and lowering the kickstand, Harry lifted off his helmet and finger combed his unruly black hair that now had a case of helmet hair. Sighing to himself and licking his lips in anticipation of cold beer and hot food, Harry entered the Bar through the back entrance. Giving some cursory greetings to some of the cooks in the kitchen, Harry entered the Bar area where he found a very flustered looking Fleur mixing drinks, taking orders and passing them to the chef in the kitchen and lending an ear (or both) to customers.
In the past couple of years, the Phoenix Bar & Bistro had expanded and hired more staff. Weekends usually drew larger crowds, but it seemed that one of the waiters had called in sick, service was a little slow and customers were all but screaming for their orders. Fleur was obviously frustrated with the she blew locks of her silvery-blonde hair away from her face as she worked the bar.
Fleur then noticed Harry standing there bemusedly and she smiled in relief. "Harry James Potter, I'm glad you find this so amusing, but you could please help by sending this round of drinks to table 11, please?" she asked as she indicated the tray of drinks on the counter.
Harry nodded and took the tray of drinks over to table and he groaned inwardly as he saw the occupants. It was table of all women, and from the looks of things, giving them another round of alcohol wasn't the best idea in the world.
As Harry served the fresh drinks and collected the empty glasses, one of the women who was clearly tipsy and emboldened by the alcohol spoke to Harry in what she thought was her most seductive tone of voice.
"Hey, handsome, I've seen you on that big bike of yours around town. What say you give me a ride home tonight?" She leaned back to show off her cleavage and ran her fingertips on the extended forearm that was collecting the empty glasses.
Nonplussed, Harry collected the empty glass and fixed the woman with a look that said "Touch me again and die." Harry then headed back to the bar.
Fleur had observed the scene as the woman who had made a pass at Harry was wearing a look of total indignation while her friends all laughed at her.
"Sorry, Fleur. I think cost you some customers," Harry said rubbing the back of his neck. Fleur smiled inwardly as she saw that Harry didn't look that sorry at all.
"Pas de probleme," she said sweetly to Harry in French. "Take over here. I will deal with it," she told him. Harry nodded gratefully as he took over Fleur's duties at the bar.
As Fleur neared the table of women, she could hear the one who Harry had brushed speaking loudly to her compatriots.
"…And I bet he only rides that stupid big motorcycle around because he's compensation for something!" she said scathingly. Her friends laughed uproariously at the insinuation.
Fleur rolled her eyes and cleared her throat to get their attention. "How was your meal, everyone? Did you enjoy it?" she asked. The women all gave their praises about the food and the drinks. The woman who made a pass at Harry then spoke to Fleur.
"So, what's up with that guy at the bar? The guy with dark hair and glasses?" she asked as she looked over at Harry who was working the bar.
Fleur looked at Harry for a moment before replying to the woman's question. "Oh, Harry? Well, he runs a courier business, so he must be pretty tired tonight," she said.
"Shame. He has pretty green eyes," the woman said as she took another sip of her drink and she then smirked. "I'll have to try my luck tomorrow night when he's not so tired."
Now that had to be headed off immediately. Fleur smiled and said, "Apologies, but we'll closed tomorrow night. It is my daughter's birthday tomorrow and the whole family is going to celebrate."
The women all looked at Fleur in surprise. "Daughter? You have a daughter? You look pretty young to be a mother," one of the women remarked.
Fleur smiled in response. She was used to such questions, and she loved her family. "Well, she'll be turning three tomorrow. She has my hair…" Fleur then fixed the woman who flirted with Harry a triumphant smile. "…And her papa's pretty green eyes."
All the table occupants gasped at that and looked at the woman who had the presence of mind to look mortified.
Fleur could've left it at that but decided to turn the knife just a little more. Leaning forward to whisper as if discussing a conspiracy, she said to them, "And just for the record; it's not for compensation. It's actually a representation." Fleur flashed them a brilliant and dazzling smile and headed back to the bar with an air of smug satisfaction.
Going red as a tomato, the woman pulled out a large handful of cash and dumped it on the table, fleeing the bar with her friends trailing after her.
Later, when Fleur collected the money from the table, she quickly counted it and found that there was a very large tip. Fleur walked back to the bar giggling to herself. Harry noticed his wife giggling to herself and he asked her, "What's so funny?"
Fleur smiled and replied, "Oh, nothing. Just setting the record straight." She then burst into gales of laughter as she wrapped her arms around her husband's neck and said to him, "Oh, Harry, mon cher, you have to start wearing a sign around your neck saying 'married with children.' I cannot keep setting the record straight all the time!"
Harry wrapped his arms around Fleur's waist and pulled her in close and replied with a straight face, "Only if you do the same. I can't keep punching out every drunk that hits on you."
"Well, they leave big tips at least," Fleur said before a swift kiss to her husband's lips. This time Harry laughed with her.
FIN
A/N: There, just a little drabble I thought I'd put out. Now to clarify, this one shot is very similar to a Final Fantasy VII one shot of the same or similar name and I figured I'd try writing a similar one but set in Harry Potter instead. I didn't explicitly set this story in a muggle/non-magic AU, but neither did I set it in the magical world. I kinda left it up in the air and left it up to you guys to decide what kind of setting/AU this is.
And apart from that, I haven't got too much more to say. I might expand on this in future of some more little cute fluffy moments of Harry, Fleur, their family and their respective businesses and perhaps how they got together, but that might depend on what kind of AU/setting this is. I'll let you all decide that.
Be kind to one another,
Angry lil' elf.