Midnight Encounter

Fleur sat within the confines of the main living room of the Beauxbatons Carriage, the only other occupant being Madame Maxime. The other Beauxbatons students had all been sent to their rooms by Madame Maxime twenty minutes ago, for curfew had passed.

"Madame?" Fleur asked gently, "I was wondering why you have asked me to remain."

Madame Maxime was dressed in rather lovely French clothing, a slight mix between formal and informal. The giant woman made her way to a seat opposite Fleur, before sitting down.

"There is something I wish for you to see." said Madame Maxime, sipping a cup of tea that was placed beside her.

"Yes?"

"I am not sure what it is, though I am fairly certain that it is of significant importance to you."

Fleur's eyebrows rose.

"It pertains to the tournament?" she asked slowly.

Madame Maxime shrugged.

"I can not say. I truly haven't the faintest idea, and even if I did, that would be cheating." said the headmistress, before taking another sip of her tea. Fleur fought not to let a smile grace her features.

Once Madame Maxime had finished her tea, the two of them both heard a slight knocking on the door. Madame Maxime gently set her cup of tea down, before turning to Fleur.

"You are to follow us in secret." Madame Maxime informed the Veela, "You may desire to cover yourself with the disillusionment charm, which I know you to be more than proficient with."

Fleur nodded towards her headmistress. She quickly and quietly cloaked herself with the Disillusionment Charm. She watched as Madame Maxime opened the carriage doors, revealing the Hogwarts Gamekeeper. He was dressed in a horrible coat, though it was clear from his proud stance that he thought it to be rather nice.

The giant of a man held out his hand, which her headmistress accepted. He gently helped her down the steps, before the two of them headed off in the direction of the Forbidden Forest. Fleur was slightly wary now; she assumed anyone would be when entering a place that had the word 'Forbidden' in its name.

She gracefully followed the pair, which was not a difficult feat; she was nearly twenty feet away, and she could still see their enormous silhouettes.

Bam.

Fleur nearly fell to the floor, her Disillusionment Charm fading due to her sudden shock. She turned around, searching for whatever had crashed into her. A moment later, a bright light emerged from the tip of a wand - one that happened to be pointed directly at her. Her eyes met a pair that glowed emerald. They were accompanied by high cheekbones, hair identical in colour to the night sky, and narrowed eyes.

Standing mere feet away from her, in the middle of the Forbidden Forest, and past curfew, was Harry Potter.

"Fleur Delacour." said Harry, his eyes continuing to narrowing slightly as he gazed at her.

As usual, there was not so much as a hint of him being affected by her allure. It was something that greatly impressed her; she knew her allure to be far greater than those belonging to other Veela she had met.

"Harry Potter."

"You don't seem the type to take a midnight stroll through the Forbidden Forest."

Fleur narrowed her eyes, glaring at the boy.

"I could say the same for you."

"I beg to differ, but that isn't particularly important. So what are you doing here?"

"Could I not ask you the same question?"

"If you did I would tell you that I was scheduled for detention with Professor Hagrid. Punishment for - "

" - setting a boy on fire, yes, I have heard." responded Fleur in a voice that carried superiority, something that caused the boy to narrow his eyes.

Fleur had indeed heard all about the occurrence, even if she had not been present at the time. There was no doubt in her mind that it had been accidental magic, as the boy had claimed; doing such magic without the aid of a wand would be damn near impossible, even for wizards such as Albus Dumbledore.

Still, she felt that the boy must have been rather weak willed if it had truly been a case of accidental magic. The magic must have been affected by his emotions, as all accidental magic was. There was also the fact that accidental magic typically stopped after a witch or wizard turned ten; hearing of occurrences past that age were very rare.

Yet at the same time, Fleur doubted he could be so weak willed. He was clearly immune to her allure, something that could, as far as Fleur knew, only be done via a strong willpower. To be fair, she was not releasing her full allure; had she been doing so, his drool would be dripping to the floor by now.

"I didn't mean to do it," defended Harry, "I simply lost control of my emotions."

"How disappointing." Fleur taunted (as she had not yet forgotten seeing the boy depart from the girl's bathroom weeks ago) , "To lose control in such a way. Losing your temper when being insulted by another fourteen year old student - "

"He wasn't insulting me." said Harry, gritting his teeth, "He was insulting my parents."

Fleur fell silent. She had not known that; if she had, she would have not brought up the subject in the first place.

"Sorry." she muttered quietly.

"Don't be." said Harry, "It's nice to have someone forget for once."

Fleur nodded. She understood what he meant, to a certain extent. She too had always been the center of attention for something that had always been out of control.

"I would assume Madame Maxime told you to follow her, like Hagrid told me. Considering that it's the two of us, it likely has something to do with the bloody tournament."

With that, the boy turned around and walked after the two half giants.

"Slow down, you cretin!" Fleur whisper-yelled at the boy's retreating back, dropping the cold facade that she almost always wore due to a sudden wave of panic. She quickly caught up to him, stopping when she was beside him.

"You must reapply your Disillusionment Charm, or we will be spotted!" she reprimanded.

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