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Merlin, his reckoning had been right as rain.

Beauxbatons was better than Hogwarts in just about every way, the only con was the lack of his closest friends, but it wasn't like he was alone. Alicia, Angelina and Cedric all had his back, especially Angelina; she was the team mom on and off the pitch, and apparently, in and outside of their country too.

He snickered.

"Oh?" Fleur's voice broke him from his errant thoughts, and saw him return to where he was. That being sat beside her whilst they shared a meal. The tables at Beauxbatons were smaller, meant for more intimate bonding than that of Hogwarts. "And what ees so funny, 'Arry?"

Her little sister, Gabrielle, the one he'd thought was a miniature of Fleur seemed interested too, despite her silence. She simply peered at him from behind a curtain of long blonde-white hair, her own and Fleur's, given she was sitting on her sister's other side.

"Was thinking about my friends," he nodded at the table to their direct right, where Angelina, Alicia and Cedric were all sat. They always seemed right closeby.

At that, Fleur's smile seemed to shrink, if only barely. "Eef you would razzer seet—"

He shook his head immediately. "No, no. I wasn't meaning like I'd prefer them, yeah? I was just thinking about how they're always close by watching me. 'Specially Angelina."

"Zey are good friends," Fleur's smile returned to the previous brightness which it had, and then, a flash of something else crossed her face. He wasn't given the time to ponder just what that was before she leaned forward, closer than any witch had been before… aside from the time she'd kissed his cheeks. "Zey probably do not want me or my leetle Gabby to steal you away from zem, no? Ze beeg bad older weetch stealing away ze precious boy zey brought along."

Harry snorted. "You? Stealing me?" The thought was amusing, but when he glanced to the right with his peripheral vision, he saw Angelina's eyes narrow at Fleur… maybe the latter witch was right. "Doubt it. You're too nice."

He'd double down every day of the week.

"Ah, you 'eard zat, Gabby? 'Arry 'as said I am too nice," Fleur stood up straight after leaning back, a faux haughtiness about her as she whipped her hair and raised her nose. "What else am I?"

Call him a fool as you'd like, but he'd very nearly said right and proper beautiful. More so than any witch had any right to be.

But obviously, he didn't. Fleur was older, out of his league and in the little time he'd been here, the best friend he'd made. There wasn't any point in trying to ruin that.

"Reckon you're smart if you're entering the tournament, talented too," he had a thought then; he'd pay back her teasing. "You've got soft lips too."

Fleur didn't seem remotely embarrassed by such words, if anything, after each compliment paid including that about her lips, she preened. "Ah, flattery. Zere ees not a zeeng zat ees better, especially een ze morning."

Gabrielle spoke up then, soft as could be. "Fleur weel be smug all day now." she said something more too, but only for Fleur's ears given it was in French.

As for Harry, well, he simply contented himself in feasting on the food the French had prepared. Some of it was a touch strange to him, other dishes a bit too, well, outside his comfort zone, but the pastries and the sweets and the breads, by Merlin, he reckoned he'd gain more weight here than he'd like.


"Come, come," Fleur took hold of his hand with one of hers, the other already wrapped around Gabrielle. "Zere ees a place we are able to go to on ze weekends, ees ees as ze 'Ogsteeth near 'Ogwarts."

He blinked at her. "Hogsmeade?" how'd she even know about that?

"Ouais, 'Ogsmeade," Fleur flashed him a happy smile at his correction, or his proper deduction. He wasn't exactly sure which it was. "Ze town we are 'eaded to ees closer and larger. You weel see somezeeng zere zat you like, I am certain."

Harry couldn't help but snicker. "Are you now?"

Fleur raised her nose at him, her blue eyes momentarily captivating him as she fixed him with that haughty look of hers. "Zere ees no doubt."

"Uh-huh," Harry responded cheekily before he leaned forward to shoot a look past her, at Gabrielle. "What do you think, Gabby?"

He'd been permitted the usage of her nickname by the girl herself. Fleur said she'd warmed up to him right quick, but it was hard to tell given the silence she oft kept to; she was skittish, but adorable as could be.

"You weel like eet," Gabby sounded just as certain as her sister.

Fleur's look of victory was ruined when she snickered and poked him in the side. "I 'ad said so, non?" she let go of his hand, instead favouring to wrap an arm around his shoulder much like she'd done to Gabby. "Zat weel teach you to zeenk me a liar, 'Arry."

He opened his mouth to respond, but before he could do so, their path came to a sudden and abrupt opening, and Fleur turned them right as they passed through the woodsy archway.

What it opened up to was a sight not even remotely comparable to Hogsmeade. The buildings were beautiful, and stone-made by and large. It was bustling with activity, both students and occupants of the village alike.

"Merlin."

Fleur's face filled his field of vision after a scant few seconds glance at the place. "What was zat?"

Harry blinked at her. "Stubbed my toe."

"Oh?" Fleur's eyes went from capturing his own, down his person to his feet. "And 'ow 'ave you done zat?"

With Gabrielle snickering and Fleur raising a brow as she awaited an answer, he huffed and waved a hand. "Fine fine, it looks nice," he moved his face to the left to peer around her, but Fleur matched his movement.

He opened his mouth to say something, but she darted in, and pressed a kiss to either of his cheeks.

"A welcome," Fleur said… and then she started them off to the nearest shop.

La Fudgerie.

All the while, Harry was in a stupor; her kisses… Merlin.