Disclaimer: Mon France c'est la merde. So I'm not even gonna attempt it. Been more then ten years since I had anything to do with it.

Consequence of the Triwizard

"Gabrielle," Fleur said happily as she tried to take her sister from Harry. "Oh thank you for . . ." Fleur trailed off when it became apparent that the little girl wouldn't let go of Harry's robes. What followed was a conversation in rapid French that ended when Fleur threw up her hands and walked off with an annoyed expression on her face.

"Um . . . did anyone get any of that?" Harry asked. The French students regarded him with looks of amusement and Hermione walked up with a frown.

"Let me try Harry," she suggested. "Mum insisted I learn some when I was younger." Hermione said something to the little girl who replied quickly.

"Well?"

"Um . . . I'm not sure I got that," Hermione said slowly. "I couldn't have understood that right. Let me try again."

"Did you get it this time?" Harry asked.

"That can't be right," Hermione muttered to herself. The little girl said something in French with a smug expression on her face. "Um . . . I don't know how to tell you this Harry, but . . . uh . . . congratulations."

"What do you mean congratulations?"

"There is a very old and normally unused magical custom," Hermione said slowly. "It states roughly that a daughter of nobility shall grant her hand in marriage to anyone that rescues her. Kinda like those old nursery rhymes about knights and damsels."

"So you have to marry Krum then?"

"My parents are dentists," Hermione said quickly. "Gabrielle's parents are . . . um . . . how do I break this to you?"

"Nobility?" Harry asked weakly.

"Sorry Harry."

Gabrielle released Harry and walked up to Hermione. The other girl blushed as the young quarter Veela patted her on the bum and made a close inspection of the rest of the body.

"What's she doing?" Harry asked with growing dread.

"Uh . . . she just asked me to bend down to eye level," Hermione replied.

Gabrielle grabbed Hermione by the back of the head with her left hand and peeled Hermione's lips back with her right.

"I feel like I'm a Horse," Hermione muttered in disgust.

Giving a nod of satisfaction, Gabrielle said something in French then walked back to Harry and went back to her impersonation of a limpet.

"Thanks . . . I guess," Hermione replied.

"What'd she say?"

"She says that I have nice teeth," Hermione said absently.

Gabrielle rattled off another long string of French words with a satisfied smile on her face.

"And that I'll make a fine mistress for you," Hermione said with a shell shocked expression on her face. "Since you're much too vagarious for one girl."

"What?"

"She said that you're too manly for one girl," Hermione repeated. "Even a quarter Veela."

"Oh . . . any way out of this?"

"I'll be in the library," Hermione said.

"How do I always find myself in these sorts of situations?" Harry lamented. "What did I do to deserve this."

"Mr. Potter?"

"Yes Professor McGonagall?"

"Why don't you take her out to get some ice cream while we decide what to do about this situation?" The Professor asked gently.

"But . . ."

"Here's a pass to leave school grounds for the day," she said firmly. "Don't worry Mr. Potter, I assure you that we will get to the bottom of all this before you return."

"Yes Professor."

IIIIIIIIII

Hermione was sitting in the library surrounded by a stack of books on pureblood custom, trying desperately to find a way to save Harry from the latest crazy situation he'd found himself in.

"Honestly," she sighed to herself. "What's wrong with him? Why can't he just stay out of trouble?"

"You weel not find anything tu elp your arrie," Fleur said gently. "Gabrielle eez too set on 'im tu let 'im slip out of 'er fingers."

"There's got to be something I can do," Hermione waled.

"Accept 'er offer," Fleur said with a shrug. "Or who knows who my sisteer will find to replace you."

IIIIIIIIII

Harry ordered a banana split and sat down to enjoy the rare treat when the odd little girl said something in delight and stole the cherry from the top.

"I was gonna eat that," he muttered unhappily. Gabrielle seemed to be ignoring him as she looked off into space for a few seconds. Then without warning, she pulled the stem out of her mouth and presented it to him with a look of pride.

"Well . . . I guess tyeing the stem into a knot with your tongue is a neat trick, "but couldn't you get your own cherry next time?"

Gabrielle blinked at him, then launched into a long stream of French that ended when the young girl began to giggle.

"Right . . . I guess."

AN: You'll see some of the things here got recycled into LLaLL, this got written first and they were too good to sit in a half finished idea on my HD.

Gabrielle has decided that Harry is her future husband. She wants Hermione to be one of his mistresses (That's what she suggested when Hermione walked up to them) since he seems to like her and because it is apparent that Harry is too much for one woman. Gabrielle then demands that Hermione (and any future mistresses) turn Harry into a skilled lover. Her first time is NOT going to consist of inexperienced fumbling. Everyone that speaks French is rather appalled by how crude the little girl is and no one bothers to clue in a confused Harry.

Disclaimer: Bit darker then I usually write.

Debts Must be Paid

"You know, I found something interesting about you."

The voice woke Hermione from a sound sleep and her hand shot towards her wand. "Who's there?" She demanded.

"It's me," the voice said. "Your friend Harry . . . and I found something interesting about you."

"What is it?" She asked nervously, she couldn't find her wand and she was acutely aware that she was helpless. This wouldn't normally be a problem, normally she'd be the first to tell you that Harry was harmless . . . that she'd be safe with him. But something about his manner was . . . odd.

"I learned that you've been telling Dumbledore about me," Harry said calmly. "That you've betrayed me."

"But he's Dumbledore," Hermione protested weakly. "He just wants what's best for you."

"Now now Hermione," Harry mocked. "You know better then that, care to try again?"

"He said it was for the greater good," Hermione sobbed. "He said it would all be for the best."

"You really think that it's ok to ruin someone's life because of the greater good?" Harry asked calmly, much too calmly. "To make choices for them, to enslave them, to make them your tool for the greater good."

"I'm sorry Harry," Hermione waled. "So sorry."

"That may be, but you have yet to answer the question."

"He said it was for the best."

"Should I take that as a yes then?"

"Yes," Hermione whispered. She hated herself for what she'd done, hated herself for lacking the courage to admit the nature of her crime in the months before the confrontation, and hated herself even more for ruining her friendship with 'the-boy-who-lived.'

"Wonderful," Harry said with a smile. "I knew I could count on you of all people to look at things clinically. If your goal is the greater good then your means do not matter, they justify the ends do they not?"

"I'm sorry," she chanted. Her face was in her hands so she could avoid looking at those betrayed green eyes. "Sorry sorry sorry."

"Don't be sorry," Harry said gently. "You provided me with the push I needed to do what was necessary."

"What are you going to do?" Hermione asked fearfully.

"I'm going to serve the greater good," Harry said vaguely. "Do you remember our first year? When Ron and I saved you from the troll?"

"Yes," Hermione agreed. She felt sick for betraying the boy who had saved her life. "I do."

"Excellent, then tell me; do you think you would have survived if we had not intervened?"

"No." Hermione drooped even more. "I don't."

"Then you won't contest the fact that you owe me a life debt," Harry said grandly.

"You and Ron," Hermione said. The girl was miserable, flinching at every word that came out of her former friend's mouth.

"Surprised you don't know this one," Harry's voice took on a lecturing tone. "As you were saved as a result of my actions and as Ron was there at my suggestion, your life debt belongs to me and me alone. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I understand."

"Good, very good. Can you tell me what I can demand of you because of the debt you owe me?"

"Anything," Hermione said. "Any one act, even if it would result in my death." The girl's voice calmed, she had begun to accept her fate.

"Correct," Harry said proudly, as if he were a teacher shining prase on a particularly bright student. "But don't worry, I don't plan to ask for anything that would harm you."

"You don't?" She asked with growing hope.

"Of course not," Harry said quickly. "You are my friend after all, even if you did treat that friendship . . . . well, we've already gone over that."

"Yes Harry," she said in a subdued tone.

"All I require is that you assist me in a ritual," Harry explained. "One that will not result in your death or in any physical harm. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Good," Harry said firmly. "Read this, tell me when you've mastered your part."

Hermione spent several minutes reading over the paper before recoiling in horror. "Harry . . . but this . . . "

"Will make you my slave yes," Harry agreed coldly. "Don't worry, it's for the greater good after all."

"But . . ."

"Shoe's a bit different when it's on the other foot?" He gave a cold cruel laugh. "You should have thought of that before, now read."

AN: Don't generally write this sort of stuff but the idea popped into my head. I prefer humor but sometimes other things want to be written. Basic idea is that every Dark Dumbledore (or Double D as I like to call him) cliché is true. Harry's friends are spying on him, Dumbledore put him with the Dursleys to break him, etc. Harry finds out and with the help of a few life debts and a little dark magic, strikes off on his own . . . in the name of the greater good of course. After all, what good could be greater then the one that benefits him. Thought I'd mention that it could be argued that his defeating of Voldemort puts every wizard, witch, and magical creature in the UK in his debt.