Omake 2: Fleur
A/N: This outtake takes place sometime after Harry has defeated the dragon in the Tri-Wizard Cup and withdrawn from the competition. After being posted for a while, this chapter will be moved to where it should be chronologically. It's not actually part of the main story; it's just for fun. Credit for the majority of Fleur's dialog goes to Michael Maltese and Chuck Jones.
Harry Potter had both of his hands up in front of his chest clenched into fists, shaking them to psych himself up for what he was about to attempt. He jumped up and down on the balls of his feet trying to work up the courage to go through with his plan.
He was going to try and make Fleur Delacour attracted to him.
It wasn't anything pervy or disgusting. It wasn't even about teenage romance. It was for science! Or rather, for magic, but it was still an experiment of sorts.
Just facing up to the Beauxbatons Beauty was going to be a challenge of its own. It made it easier that the castle was mostly empty for the holidays, though.
When Harry had faced the Hungarian Horntail, he had felt the power of its aura. It was something like the Veela allure, but instead of being intoxicating desire, it was instead overwhelming fear. Powerful warlocks such as the Headmaster also had an aura that they could bring to bear, one that focused the intensity of their will on all those around them. In preparation for facing the dragon, Harry had cultivated his own aura of power to serve as a sort of defensive cloak to combat that of the beast.
Now that he wasn't facing a dragon, he wanted to put that training to use another way. Against Voldemort, he could at best hope that his aura and that of Voldemort would cancel out. Will versus will. But, what if he had an advantage? What if he could use his aura in different ways?
And so Harry had studied and focused on altering his aura. He first tried to replicate the dragon's aura of fear. At first he hadn't had any success, he could alter the aura, but the effect was more confusing than useful. It had taken Hermione's help and a stray boggart they had found for Harry to learn to shape his aura in such a way that it instilled fear. It wasn't exactly like a dragon, but it showed it was possible.
However, Harry didn't think fear would be very effective against Tom Riddle. No, the Headmaster probably had the right of it. It was love that Tom Riddle couldn't handle. He didn't understand it, and so had no way to defend against it. For Harry to gain the most advantage, he'd need to use the force of his magic to produce love and desire.
Which was why he was now approaching the Beauxbatons champion again.
"Hey, Fleur, could I speak to you for a minute?" Harry called out, just out of range of her allure.
"But of course," the French witch replied. After seeing Harry's incredible performance in the first task and then seeing him withdraw from the competition despite being in the lead, Fleur's respect for the younger wizard had increased greatly. "What iz eet you wanted to speak to me about?"
As soon as Harry stepped closer to the blond witch, he could feel the effects of her Veela allure. Harry responded by building up his magic, matching her aura with the force of his will. Her eyes widened as she felt the force of his magic.
"Mon Dieu!" Fleu exclaimed. "Your power iz trés impressive! I 'ave never seen a wizard with so much powair so young. No wondair you defeated your dragon so 'andily."
Harry blushed slightly at the praise. "Thanks. Actually, I was hoping I could try something related to your allure. If you don't mind, of course…"
"Normally, Monsieur Potter, I would not approve of zuch a thing," Fleur said with a slight frown before changing to a kindly smile, "but for you, I will make an exception."
Harry nodded, then concentrated, getting the feel of Fleur's allure, and then directing his own aura to mimic what she was doing. For a few moments, nothing happened.
And then Fleur's eyes went wide and the feeling of allure instantly quadrupled.
"Oh… 'Arry…" Fleur's breath caught in her throat.
And then she was putting her arms around him, kissing him repeatedly all over his face. Muah! Muah! Muah! She only stopped long enough to look up and proclaim,"Let's not wait for the Yule Ball, we shall make beautiful musics togezair right now!" Muah! Muah! Muah!
Harry did the only thing he could. He disapparated. Unfortunately, in Hogwarts you cannot apparate, which forced Harry to return to right where he had left. It was enough, though, he had escaped her embrace.
Harry quickly backpedaled. "Fleur, hang on, I don't think—"
The part-Veela eyed Harry predatorily. "Ah, you have done all that could be expected, you have resisted your natural impulzes and have run away from me." A flick of her wand, and a wall of stone rose up in front of Harry, preventing him from getting further away. She quickly pressed herself up against him. Muah! Muah! Muah!
"I tell you what, you stop resisting me and I will stop resisting you," she whispered huskily, before resuming her kisses. Muah! Muah! Muah!
Harry dropped to the ground and then scrambled away, taking off back down the hallway. Desperately he tried to reign in his magic, stop the effect of his aura, but his heart was just beating too fast. It was impossible to turn off at the moment.
" 'Arry, you little flirt," Fleur grinned, before she came skipping after him.
Harry rounded a corner of the hallway, slipping into an unused room. He cast a colloportus charm on the door, disillusioned himself, and then hid in the closet.
In the darkness, a pair of arms wrapped around Harry. "Charming situation is it not?" Muah! Muah! Muah!
Harry shot out of the closet, blasted the classroom door off its hinges, and took off down the hall.
"You are ze corned beef to me, and I am ze cabbage to you," Fleur called. "Come back! Ze corned beef does not run away from ze cabbage!" Then she started skipping after him.
Harry climbed up the stairs to the Astronomy tower, leaping two at a time. Then three at a time. Harry looked down the stairs, to see Fleur skipping up the steps. Four at a time. Harry turned around, but Fleur was there. With a swish of her wand, Harry was bound up in rope. Tied to her.
"How did you get here so fast? You were just down there!" Harry protested.
"All is fair in love and war, cherie," she said before kissing him passionately.
When Fleur finally let Harry have some air, he shook his head. "Fleur! This is the effect of the allure. I'm still underage! Control yourself! Fleur!"
"Oh, you have made a poem from my name!" She cried out. "I am your guide to love, no? Together we shall explore the heights of ze lovemaking." Muah! Muah! Muah! "Ze conquest of Evairest will pale into insignificance" Muah! Muah! Muah!
It took all of his willpower to resist, but somehow Harry managed. With a silent, wandless cutting charm the ropes holding him were sliced and Harry pulled away from Fleur's grasp. Unfortunately, she was between him and the exit.
So, he dove out the window. "Accio Firebolt!"
The broom came to just ten feet before he would have hit the castle courtyard.
"Oh love bundle. Now you are seeking for us a trysting place. Oh, I am touched," she called out to him from the window. "Wait for me, mon amour, I will find you!"
Harry, on his Firebolt, sped off towards the Gryffindor common rooms, not even getting off his broom inside the castle. He reached the painting of the Fat Lady and gave her the password. She swung open and Harry rushed inside, panting heavily. Harry collapsed on one of the chairs.
The portrait opened and Fleur skipped in, instantly draping herself over Harry.
"How is it that you can rest when I am so near? We must stoke the furnace of love, must we not?"
"How did you get in?" Harry demanded.
"I am ze locksmith of love, non?" Muah! Muah! Muah!
Harry threw up his hands. Well, he had tried.