Hey guys, sorry I took so long, but I am back! They do say absence makes the heart grow fonder…? No? Okay, I hope you enjoy this chapter, it ended up longer than I thought, which is always good. I hope you like it. I have already started writing chapter 10, (becoming my favorite), and I think you guys will like chapter 11, even though it might be short (I know, I am so planned and organized… not). Anyways, please review, I love them greatly. Sorry for any mistakes, they are mine. And, of course,

Please, enjoy, ~JoyfulTrouble

It has been a few days since Fleur and I went to Hogsmead, and we have been inseparable since. During breaks in-between periods, we would walk together to our next classes. On our free time we would hang out, usually in the library. She even joined the Gryffindor table sometimes to eat with Ron, Harry and I. She and the guys got along exceptionally well. Fleur and Harry shared the interest of playing Quidditch, Fleur apparently being a chaser for her team at Beauxbatons. Ron took a liking to her after finding out that Fleur liked women, asking her multiple questions that were amusing and interesting to learn the answer. What I didn't like was the not so subtle glances Ron kept giving me.

"So, Fleur," Ron started, talking while cutting some of his egg. We were having breakfast, and Fleur decided to sit with us again. She said the only person she sits with at the Ravenclaw table is her sister, and even she has others to hang out with. So, here she is. "Have you had any girlfriends?"

"Non, I 'aven't been interested in anyone, and no one 'as been interested in me." Fleur said simply, not fazed by the question at all. It was the next question that seemed to through her off.

"Do you have any interests now?" Ron questioned, smiling as he ate some egg, and glanced over to me, as if to say I bet you have some interest of your own. I rolled my eyes.

Fleur didn't answer right away, mumbling incoherent words. Multiple 'ah…' and 'um…'s being herd. Her eyes were wide, and she was looking anywhere but them. Ron took in the response and got over excited.

"Oh my! You do have an interest! Spill, I need to hear everything." Ron had completely forgotten his food at this point, and was now impatiently waiting for Fleur to spill the beans. Harry was also listening more intently then he was. I think we all were.

"I'll 'ave you know, zat I don't kiss and tell." And that made my heart shrivel up and die. She has kissed someone? Who in Merlin's name has kissed my Fleur? Who is supposedly more worthy than me to be- wait? My Fleur? Okay, this has gone way too far. My wolf's possessiveness has now offically gotten to me. Mixed in with this intense jealously I am feeling right now, I am surprised I haven't lashed out yet. I guess that's a good thing. I can feel it burning in the pit of my stomach; boiling in high temperatures threatening to escape in a wrath that won't be good for anyone. I then started to worry that the emotions would be too much, which might cause my eye's to glow, and that wouldn't be exactly a good thing. So I hid my face in my arms, which were laying on the table. If anyone asked, I'd simply give the excuse of being tiered. It was morning after all.

It was after a few minutes, Fleur being silent, and Ron fan-girling even more now, that Fleur muttered, her voice much smaller than before, a reply.

"Not zat it has gotten zat far."

"What?" Obviously Ron had herd, and obviously Ron continued to be nosey. He had stopped his freak out session (screeching, flailing his arms like a cartoon character would, asking questions rapidly…) to staring demandingly at Fleur; demanding an explanation. I still kept my head down, though some tension was relieved. I was glad it hasn't gotten as far as kissing, but I still dislike the idea of someone else. That Fleur was interested in someone else. I listened intently on the conversation.

"What I mean is zat nothing 'as 'appened between us. I want it to, but I don't know, she doesn't zeem interested. For all I know, she might be straight." Fleur said, and I could imagine she shrugged her shoulders.

"Well, do we know her?" Harry piped in, trying to hide his curiosity, but was failing. Fleur laughed.

"Yes, I believe you do. But you probably know everyone 'ere at 'Ogwarts, non?"

'Everyone knows me," Harry muttered, "Which sucks."

"I know what you mean. Everyone knows who you are, without truly knowing you. 'Aving opinions and judgements based on zings zat zey 'ave 'eard. To ze point where zey 'ave made a completely new person. One where all zey share with you iz your name and features."

Harry and Ron went silent, so I imagined they were slightly shocked. I was too, knowing that someone s beautiful and smart as Fleur could be an outcast; it was horrible. Especially Fleur. If anyone, Fleur doesn't deserve to be mistreated.

"Fleur, I am sorry I-"

"Non, it iz okay. I was ze one to talk about it."

"Well how about a change of topic?" Ron interjected, "What classes do you have today Fleur?"

"None."

"What?" Ron shouted. I am starting to wonder if Ron has a volume button. "Is this some 'foreign school' thing where you can frolic around and don't need to do anything?" At that I looked up at Ron. Now I am starting to think that he doesn't have a filter. Oh, who am I kidding? Everyone knows Ron doesn't have a filter. Luckily though, Fleur laughed at the comment, and actually shedding a few tears in the process, which she wiped away with her index finger.

"Yes, Ron, I 'ave classes, on a normal day. Today iz ze first task, zo I've ze day off to prepare. You only 'ave morning classes until you are excused to watch, if you want."

"No classes? Of course we'll go! We will even be cheering you on just because you got us out of most of our classes!" We all laughed at that. I moved my head slightly in my arms to look at Fleur. She had smile on her face, and I was glad. I was glad that she like Harry and Ron. I was glad that she was starting to be friends with them as well. Because I know that she pretends that she isn't lonely, or as she put it 'I never needed many friends', but the truth was always in her eyes. She just never had the chance to have any friends other than her sister, and now she does. So I am just glad and happy for her.

"We'll also be cheering you on for normal reasons as well, don't worry." Harry said, and went back to his food. Ron however, was still paying attention to Fleur.

"Who is it?" Ron asked, again.

"You are not going to give up, non?"

"Of course not. Not until you tell me. So tell me."

"I think," Fleur said, standing up, "Zat it iz time for me to leave."

"I'll go with you." I say, a little too quickly for my liking, but at the moment I don't care.

Me and Fleur say goodbye to the boys, and walk out of the great hall. My first class was Charms, and that was on the second floor. I was surprised when Fleur walked with me the whole way. She usually does, but with the first task today, I thought she would be practicing.

We make it to the door right when the halls start to get busy with students going to their classes.

"Thanks for walking with me to class."

"It iz no problem, I 'ave nothing to do anyway."

"Don't you have to practice?" I asked.

"Oui, but I am pretty confident in my skills." She replied, looking smug. I laugh and slap her in the arm, which she fakes being hurt.

"If I don't see you before the first task starts, I just want to say good luck, and that you'll do great." And with that I hug her. Any opportunity for me to hug Fleur I will take in a heartbeat. Fleur hugs back, wrapping her arms securely around my waist. I snuggle into the crook of Fleur's neck, marvelling in the scent that was Fleur. If Fleur feels awkward about it and pulls away, I'll just simply apologize. But at the moment, both the wolf and I was loving this too much. The heat of Fleur so close, and the overpowering smell of her lemons and vanilla scent. I was almost to the point of purring I was so happy.

It was Fleur who pulled back first. I was about to apologize, thinking I was caught with the smelling thing, but Fleur beat me to it.

"Sorry, but your class is going to start soon." Fleur smiled at me, and I smiled back. Then my smile faltered a bit, I had time. I quickly check the wall, wear a clock hung, showing that Fleur was right: class was going to start in a minute. How could so much time go by in a simple hug? Well the hug wasn't simple, more like…

"I will see you later. Now go, I don't zink either of us wants you to be late, non?"

"Very true. Okay, I will see you at the tournament." With that I ran around the corner and to my classroom just as the teacher started the lesson.

The two morning classes took to long for my liking. For charms, the lesson was on things I already knew, like the Illusion charm and the Extension charm. With that class, which was pretty much a free period, I couldn't help but think about Fleur. I knew that the tournament was dangerous, and that people have even died during it, but spending time with Fleur made me forget everything. Now being without Fleur, knowing I in just a few hours the tournament will begin, made me think about it. Fleur was going to risk her life, along with two others, against dragons no less. Dragons! How could I not start to panic? I shouldn't be sitting here doing nothing. I should be helping, making sure that Fleur was fully prepared. It seemed the wolf was even panicking, as I felt it whimper on occasion. She is going to be facing fire breathing, scaled, fanged, scary beasts! I let out a whimper myself, this was painful to think about.

The same emotions were coursing through me next class as well. The only difference is I had to try and concentrate on my work, which wasn't going well. With potions, you had to concentrate greatly to the temperature, the precision cuts, and precise amounts, or else it could ruin everything. I thought I could do it. To get lost in my work and hopefully forget about worrying over for the class, but that ended quickly. It ended at the start actually, when I went to turn on the burner. The potion require max heat, and when switching the diel, a burst of flame erupted. My thoughts immediately went to Fleur, and how she would be facing a monster that could make burst of fire like that. Only much, much larger. From there I messed up my potion three times, and gave up after that. I would probably have messed up even more, but I didn't take the chance.

Near the end of the class, Professor Snape noticed my lack of work, and took the opportunity to yell at me and steal points from Gryffindor. But I couldn't have been bothered any less as I watched the clock's small hand tick slowly to the '12', waiting to be free and finally see Fleur. 56…57…58…59… Finally!

I ran out the door, leaving everyone dazed as they didn't even have enough time to pack their books. I rush down the stairs, thanking that they didn't move on me, and out the main doors to the castle. Dumbledore had told us earlier that the first task was being held at the Quidditch pitch. I ran all the way there, stopping in front of the large doors to the pitch. It was then that I realized that Fleur might not even be here. I only assumed that she would. Maybe she was still practicing somewhere, or maybe was in her room. Only I have no clue where she has been spending her nights. I look to my right, where I see the blue and white carriage that Fleur arrived in. Maybe she in in there. I start to walk towards it, when a door on the side of the pitch's wall bursts open, and Cedric walks out. He is carrying a book and reading it thoroughly, seemingly lost to the world around him. As he walks away I walk up to the door. I almost forgot that the Quidditch pitch had a change room that had a door to the outside wall. I step up closer to it, resting an ear to the door to see if I heard anything. I didn't hear any movement, but luckily with my heightened hearing, I heard two heartbeats. Without thinking I knock, waiting and hoping for Fleur. After a moment, I hear shuffling moving towards the door.

"Who is it?" A familiar feminine voice asks through the door. Without thinking (which I was doing a lot) I tanked the door open and threw myself at Fleur, squeezing her in a tight hug.

"'Ermione?" Fleur sad, voice sounding slightly confused, but not annoyed. She wrapped her arms around my waist, holding me back just as tightly.

"I ran here as soon as the bell went."

"But, why?" Fleur asked, not looking more confused.

"I couldn't stop thinking about you, I was so worried."

"'Ermione, what iz zere to worry about?" Fleur then pulled away from my hold to look at me, face confused and full of question. Didn't she get it?

"Fleur, it's the first task. You are soon going to be fighting a dragon! Of course I am worried, you can get hurt. You could-

"Non, do not let your thoughts go anywhere near zat path. I will be fine, I promise." Fleur then had a smile on her face. I should have been happy, but her smile was fake; it didn't reach her eyes.

"Fleur? What's wrong?"

"I am fine. I must just be worried az well," I knew she was lying, her eyes would always quickly look down before a lie would escape her lips. Why was she lying? "Zough I zink ze dragon should be worried, I am to be feared." I laughed, despite the tense moment, and hugged Fleur once again, resting my head against her chest. I am so glad that she lets me hug her, it was very calming.

I wish it could be simpler. Instead of me worrying that I am being too much towards Fleur. Hugging her constantly, and smelling her (it was only once though). I wish I didn't have to worry about that. To be free to do anything I wanted. Like kiss her good luck, and whisper reassurance in her ear. To beg her to explain what was going on in her mind. But like Fleur said this morning, there was someone she was interested in. I couldn't be that one; her one. So I had to live through these hugs, and hope that this would be enough. Even though I knew, and so did my wolf, that it wouldn't, but I'll try anyway.

"Please, just promise to be careful." I whisper into her chest, needing to hear her confirm that she won't do anything stupid. Well nothing more stupid than going to fight a dragon.

"I promise." She whispers back, holding me tighter. We stay in that position for who knows how long, until we were disrupted by Dumbledore.

"Can the champions please make a circle around me? That would be wonderful."

"I guess I have to go," I say, disentangling myself from her warmth, "You'll see me in the stands, watching."

"And you will zee me in ze arena, defeating a dragon." Fleur said. She smiled at me quickly, before walking away and towards Dumbledore.

**Break**

I seated myself in the middle of the stands, in the Ravenclaw section. The Gryffindor section was already quite crowded. A few minutes later, Harry and Ron found me and sat down on either side of me. They must have noticed my worry, because Harry put a hand on my shoulder for reassurance, and Ron kept quiet, which was close enough to reassurance coming from him. I was so distracted by the arena, waiting for things to get done and over with, that I missed the silent conversation happening in front of my eyes.

She is totally into her Ron tried to portray, by pointing to Hermione, then the arena.

Harry looked to Hermione, still lost in thought, then back to Ron, before nodding in agreement. Ron had the most satisfied look on his face, smiling at Harry in a told you so sort of manner.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, may I please have your attention!" Dumbledore's voice boomed through the crowd, "The champions are ready to begin. This task the champions will have to collect the golden egg, which will soon be protected by a dragon. It will start with Hogwarts, a tradition for the homeschool to go first. Next will be the Durmstrang, who asked to be second, and we will end with Beauxbatons. Each champion has chosen the dragon they must face randomly. Now, without further ado, please welcome Cedric Digory!" The crowd cheered loudly, as Cedric walked into the arena, not looking excited at all. It was then that the dragon was brought in from the other side, being dragged by two men with chains. The crowd gasped as in entered, as it snaps at the chains around it's neck.

The Dragon was a Common Welsh Green. Its scales a sickly green colour, red eyes, and large wings. From what I have read, the Welsh Green is one of the least vicious dragons out there. They are still dangerous when they want to be, but it is defiantly the better choice to fight against. I just wish that Fleur would have gotten this one.

The two men hook there ends of the chain to a metal ring on either side of the dragon, securing it in place. At least none of us have to worry about it flying away. Locking the chains in place, the two men run out of the arena, leaving Cedric and the dragon, along with the golden egg.

Cedric gets the egg quite easily, as I suspected he would. He cast a stunning charm, Stupefy, which caused the dragon to be dizzy for a few seconds. Though that was all the time he needed. He ran between the dragons legs, making way quickly to the egg. Before the dragon had time to turn around and attack, Cedric was already behind cover, egg in hand.

The crowd cheered loudly for their champion, but I didn't. I was too nervous for when Fleur was going to fight her dragon. What dragon did she get? I hope she got one that is not too dangerous. She better not have gotten the Hungarian Horntail. Those viscous beast are the worst dragons know to the wizarding community, and I don't think I could stand watching Fleur face one.

Cedric leaves the arena, showing off his egg proudly. As soon as he passes through the door, Dumbledore's voice can be head once again.

"What a great show of strategy on Diggory's part, don't you think?" The crowd cheers, "That is what I thought. Now, next up is the champion from Durmstrang, please welcome, Victor Krum!" All of the Durmstrang students clap enthusiastically, whereas only a few of the Hogwarts students do. Ron was clapping and hollering as well, and I think he is the loudest out of all of them.

"VICTOR! OH MY GOD YOU ARE THE BEST! KICK THAT DRAGON'S ASS! VICTOR KRUUUM!"

"Seriously, Ron? I would like to have my ears after this!"

"I DON'T CARE! VICTOR KRUM IS THE BEST!" And he kept yelling until the dragon was dragged into the ring, roaring loudly and silencing Ron.

This dragon was pure red scales and spikes. It's eyes looked sunken into its head, and they had no pupils, just pure red orbs. Its wings were smaller than the Welsh Green, but it's body was much larger. Obviously this dragon wasn't made for flight, but more for force; for power.

The men did the same as the previous dragon, hooking the chain to the rings and leaving quickly. Victor didn't look as worried as Cedric though, but Victor was always cocky in whatever he did.

He got in a defensive stance, bending his knees, staying focused, and wand ready. The dragon didn't do anything but watch his every move. Then Krum took a step towards the dragon, again nothing happened. It was a few steps in that the dragon exhaled through his nose, shooting a small stream of fire. Krum jumped and ran to nearest cover, and I couldn't help but burst into laughter. So much for Mr. Courageous: Man without fear. I calmed down slightly from my laughing fit, only to burst out laughing again when I see a Victors head hesitantly pop out from cover. I knew this wasn't as funny as it seemed, but my nerves were so warn that any sort of distraction was greatly needed.

Victor takes slightly longer than Cedric to get the egg, but he gets it nonetheless. When he finally got out of cover, he used the freezing charm, Glacius, to clog up the dragon's nose and mouth. He then Accio'd the egg to him, earning applause from most of the students.

It seemed the best way to get the egg was to use a distraction, instead of trying to defeat it. I hope Fleur does the same.

"Now," Dumbeldores voice booms through the arena, and my nerves go into overdrive, "The final champion of the tournament, from Beaubatons, please welcome Fleur Delacour!"

Fleur walks out, looking confident as ever, though even from here I can tell it is only an act. Fleur looks around at the crowd as some students clap. It's not as many as the other two, and as I too look around, I notice none of the girls from Beauxbatons are clapping; except for her sister. I can't believe that they hate her enough (all of them) to not even clap for her, or at least, clap for their school. She wasn't over exaggerate when she said the school hated her. And that made my blood boil. How dare they be so cruel? I look back over to her, and clap as loud as I can, hoping she notices me and not the lack of care from her school.

She didn't seem to notice, as she was more interested in the door that the dragon was soon going to be dragged out of. I didn't blame her.

After the clapping died down, all you could here was a loud, monstrous roar. My blood instantly went cold, as we all waited for the dragon to emerge.

I wish it hadn't, because the dragon that came out was a Swedish Short-Snout, the second most dangerous dragon known to wizards. Its scales are a silvery-blue colour, with a large body and no wings. Spikes covered the dragons head, making it impossible to attack there. It had large feet, but small claws, but that wasn't the issue. The Short-Snout was known for the flames it produces. The Short-Snout breathes a blue flame that is magically induced to burn more than a normal fire. It is said that it can burn through any material easily, turn bone to ashes in a matter of seconds, and much more that I don't even want to think about right now. All I can think about is the fact that Fleur is standing there, in front of the deadly dragon, and in a few minutes it going to fight it. Fight it! And I have to sit here and watch in some sick version of entertainment.

"She is going to be okay." I here Harry say beside me. I don't acknowledge him, probably because I can't. I can't move, I can't talk, I can't think. Everything in me, even the wolf, is fully focused of Fleur's every move.

The guards repeated their tasks: linking the chains to the rings. Even though this particular dragon couldn't fly, no one wanted to get out of hand. And then the round began.

Fleur instantly went to cover behind a large boulder. Though if the dragon shot fire at it, it would burn right through the stone. I don't know if that was Fleur's plan, but in my books that was defiantly not a good choice.

The dragons nostrils flared and my eyes widened.

Oh no.

The dragon shot a stream of blue fire right at the boulder. I instantly shot up from me seat, hoping that standing I could see what was happening. I was starting to panic, I could see nothing but the flame, and all I could here was the gasps in unison coming from the crowd.

The dragon stopped, and grunted. It pawed at the ground a roared. In what I read, that was a show of victory among the dragons. That just made it all worse. It couldn't have ended that quickly, its Fleur. She can't be dead, I refuse to think that she'll be dead. She will totally be fine, she will…. She will…

My eyes started to water, and when I blinked, a few tears broke away and fell down my cheeks. In that moment, all I was trying to do was breath. How do you breathe? Oh god, I can't breathe. I can't, I- oh Fleur…. I-

"Hey, Hermione, it's okay. Look." With Harry's words I look over to where the smoke is disappearing, it fades away slowly to reveal nothing. The boulder was turned to ash, and there is no Fleur. Why did he want to show me this? That Fleur is probably in that pile of dust, my mate, turned into a pile of nothing?

But that's when I see it, a silhouette in the smoke to the left of the ashes. My hope rises and completely explodes when I see Fleur standing there, breathing deeply, and wand ready.

Oh thank the gods.

I couldn't help but smile, I mean, how could I not? Fleur was alive, she didn't die. She didn't get burned to ashes. But the match isn't over. Fleur still hasn't retrieved the egg.

What happens next happens quickly. Fleur points to the dragons legs and yells "Vinculum!" causing rope to spew out of her wand and wrap tightly around all four of the dragons legs. The dragons stumbles and falls to the ground, landing on it's side. She yells the incantation again, and another rope wraps around the dragons snout, successfully keeping it shut.

In that moment I can't help but be relieved. At this point, it seems so easy for Fleur to just walk right passed the dragon and snatch the egg for herself. And that is exactly what Fleur does. She slowly starts at first, probably thinking that it was too good to be true. To have taken down a dragon with a year five spell. But as she walks, she goes faster and gets more confident, until she is at the egg. She grabs it and holds it up for all to see. The whole arena erupts in cheers. My start clapping strongly, to the point where my hands and starting to sting. But I don't care. Fleur is okay, and she got the egg. It's over.

What I didn't expect, and I don't think anyone else did either, was for the dragon to shoot flame from it's nostrils. It happened quickly, and even though a screamed as loudly as I could for Fleur to move, it was too late. The flame went straight to the arm that Fleur was holding in the air. Everyone gasped as Fleur screamed. Fleur recoiled and fell into a ball, grasping her arm and the egg forgotten on the ground. The two guards came out quickly, casting advanced paralysis charms to knock out the dragon. Then one ran to Fleur and carried her to the changing room.

I didn't think as I ran through the crowd. Trying as fast as I could to get to Fleur. I needed to get to Fleur. My wolf was in full protection mode: clawing at my insides and barking until I had a headache. I pushed and shoved my way, ignoring everyone who yelled at me.

Everything was a blur as I made my way towards Fleur. I couldn't hear anything, I couldn't smell anything, I couldn't see anything. Everything was focused on me getting to my destination.
I push open the doors to the outside with strong force, finally happy that there was no nothing blocking me, I could run straight to the door, without running into anything. From there I quickly make it to the door, where Fleur is just leaving. I can't believe she is not being attended to. What the hell? She needs to get those burns dealt with.

"Fleur!" I yell, and she turns to look at me. I keep running until I am right in front of her, and Fleur has a smile plastered on her face.

"What do you think you're doing?" I yell, where does she think she is going? She needs the nurse, who I know for sure was in the change rooms, waiting just in case if anyone got hurt. Fleur looks at me, completely confused, she looks to the door, then back to me.

"Ah, walking?"

"It's not funny Fleur! You almost got your arm burnt off! You need to see the nurse!"

"Is at what zis is about?" Fleur asks. She then giggles, and a shoot what I hope is a greatly angered glare at her. She stops giggling and looks at me serious. "'Ermione, I am okay, I was already tended to." To prove her point, she lifts her arm that was out of my view. The arm, including the hand, is covered in white bandages all the way to the shoulder. I look at it with saddened eyes, because Fleur may be okay, but she still got hurt.

"Zey 'ealed me as much as they could. But apparently ze Short-Snouts flame iz magical, so it iz impossible for zem to 'eal it completely. Which explains ze bandaging." She rotates her arm as she talks, showing off the thick wrappings. At that point I could take it any longer and I surge forward and hug Fleur with the tightest grip I could (without my wolf strength of course).

"Thank gods, Fleur. I didn't know what to think. At the beginning I thought th- th- that you were dead, and then you go and get your arm burned off. I ran as fast as I could, just to get here, and I just-"

"'ey, 'Ermione, it iz okay, non? I am alive and well. Except for my arm, but it iz just an arm."

With that attitude, it will 'just be an arm' then it will progress to and leg, then maybe your chest, until 'oh, it's just my whole body." Fleur burst out laughing at that, to the point where I had to let go of her because she bent over, gripping her stomach.

"I- I am s- sorry, but zat was…. was hilarious!"

"It's not funny Fleur!"

"You keep saying zat, but I beg to differ." I didn't answer this time, I just pulled Fleur into another tight hug. I just needed to feel that, yes, Fleur was alive and here in front of me. And of course the added bonus of having my mate in my arms. The wolf was full of happiness, and I could have agreed more.

"Okay, I am zorry, 'Ermione. It iz just I am not used to someone caring for me. Sure my family does, but no one other zen zem. It iz just different; new."

"Its okay." I say, and I just grip her tighter, burying my face into the crook of her neck. I don't care what Fleur might think, I just need a few minutes to just hug her. After a short moment, Fleurs arm wraps around my waist, and I sigh contently. I have no clue how long we were standing there together, just holding each other, but to me honest I don't care.

"'ey, regarde. Looks like ze lesbian got a girlfriend." I spin instantly out of Fleur's grip, and I stare daggers at three girls dressed in blue robes. "I suggest you leave 'er now, petit fille, you do not want to be with une bête."

"Okay, you listen here-" I start, furious.

"'ermione, don't." Fleur pleads.

"No. Now look," I walk right up to the girl who spoke and get in her personal space, face to face, "Fleur is an amazing person, and you know nothing about her. Now you come here with your fake accusations and make names and badmouth her. But not anymore; not if I'm involved. You will do none of that. I will not hear any more negative comments about Fleur come out of your filthy mouths, alright?" They are looking at me as if I am some sort of nuisance, so I do something I thought I would never do. Looking straight into her eyes, I change them. I make my eyes glow vibrant yellow colour, and I can seem them reflected through hers. It was only a second before I make them back to normal, but it was worth it. The girls face is full of confusion, disbelief, and fear. Her other two companions are more confused, staring at their friend and probably wondering what just happened.

"Allons-y! Allons-y! Courir! Courir!" She yells before she bolts away from us. The other two give me a quick, confused looks before they too, run.

I watch them leave. As they continue running until they make it to the schools carriage, where the main one furiously opens the door and is out of sight quickly, alone with the other, more confused, companions. It was greatly satisfying. My wolf had it's head held high, proud that we both stood up and protected our mate. When they're gone, I turn around to look at Fleur, who is staring right back at me. My wolf, seeing Fleur, was giddy and excited; full of joy.

I start to walk back towards her, and she lets out a breath that she must have been holding, followed by a sideways grin. Her confusion now seems to have become glad, positive shock.

"What did you do? She asks, still staring at me in slight wonder.

"I told them to stop being mean to you." I say, now standing in front of her, "or else." I add. Her eyes widen slightly at that, and look over to where the girls retreated to, then back to me

"Zo you zreaten zem, and zey run away with zat much panic?" I can see Fleur trying to put pieces of the puzzle together that don't fit, probably because she doesn't know the whole truth. Hermione, now is a good time to think of a distraction.

"Let's not worry about it, besides, you are injured and need rest, okay?"

"But-"

"No but's. You are going to bed if you like it or not."

"Yes, mother." Fleur teases, now a smile on her face. I nudge her good arm playfully, before we start walking to her carriage. Her arm may be bandaged up, and it's probably hurting a lot right now, but no one would have been able to tell. She was all smiles and laughter as we talked. I was glad that she wasn't worried about the whole incident with her classmates, but that made me wonder. Does that happen to her a lot? Students bulling her with whatever chance they got. Is that why she isn't worried? Or upset? Because she is used to it…

"Fleur?"

"Oui?"

"Why are you unfazed by what they said? They basically just openly insulted your genetics and sexuality. If I were in your situation I would be a crying mess right about now."

"I guess I am just used to it," I wasn't right, but I had a feeling. Right then and there, the wolf and I made an agreement to protect Fleur, even from the simplest of things. I know I would do it anyway, but making it final, just felt right, "At least you don't 'ave to worry about it."

"What?"

"Being bullied about your sexuality and the fact that you are an 'ybrid." I instantly look away from Fleur, trying to hide a blush. If only you knew. I continue to avoid eye contact, and mumble a quick, "of course".

We make it to the door, which is sitting slightly ajar. It seems the girls didn't think closing the door was that important. We stand in front of the door, facing each other. At this moment, I have the strongest urge to shoot forward and kiss Fleur. With the setting sun illuminating Fleur's features, she has never looked more beautiful. But I know I can't. That I have to push down my urges, because it is not my right. There is someone else Fleur is after, and she is one lucky one. The one that has a chance with Fleur, not me.

"You did amazing today Fleur."

"Except my arm." She says, holding up her injured limb.

"True, but what doesn't kill you makes you stronger."

"Oh, so when my arm iz 'ealed, it iz going to be some super arm?"

"Exactly." We both laugh, until Fleur starts coughing slightly.

"You okay?"

"Of course." Fleur says, now with one of her grins painted on her face. I laugh, shaking my head.

"So what do you think you're going to do with the egg?"

"At ze moment? Nothing." We both smile. "But later, I am actually not sure yet. I will figure it out zough."

"If you need help, let me know."

"A Hogwarts student 'elping the Beauxbatons champion? The world must be ending." I laugh.

"Fine, if you don't want my help."

"I was only teasing."

"I know, but now you'll be going to bed, okay?"

"Oui, bonne nuit, 'ermione."

"Good night Fleur."

Just a quick vocabulary for people if you need it. Bete = beast, Allons-y = let's go, Courir = Run, Regarde = look, Petit fille = little girl, and bonne nuit = good night. I think that's it. I'm sorry if you already knew these and I'm just being tedious. But just in case. So see you at the next chapter.