Resisting Temptation

Harry spent most of the feast simply feeding Hedwig, as well as occasionally ruffling her feathers. This way both of them got fed; Hedwig would not accept food for a while until Harry too had eaten his fair share.

After a while, Harry noticed that the once loud voices of those around him had now dimmed significantly.

"Are you still wanting the Bouillabaisse?" said a beautifully soft voice, which carried a slight french accent.

Harry looked up, his eyes glancing at the girl who had just spoken. She had waist length silvery-blonde hair, large, deep blue eyes, and high cheekbones. Her skin tone was slightly tanned (similar to his own), and her perfect teeth sparkled like fresh snow.

She makes the Veela from the World Cup look like normal women.

The moment Harry's eyes landed upon her, he felt a slight pull of his magic. The feeling was very similar to what had happened at the Quidditch World Cup, which meant that this girl was indeed a Veela (although what he felt now was slightly stronger than whatever it had been in the World Cup). Harry was truthfully more than a little surprised to see that he was still not affected by any allure, though he did not show it.

"No, it's all yours." said Harry in a causal tone. He carefully picked up the bowl and handed it to her.

"Merci." said the girl, her voice wavering slightly. It was another clear sign that she was a Veela, the fact that she was so evidently surprised when Harry had acted normally. Truthfully, Harry himself was surprised that he didn't do something stupid, even if he couldn't truly feel her allure. She was, without a doubt, the most beautiful woman he had ever seen (and definitely would ever see) in his life.

So it'll be Krum and the Veela girl, I'll have to tell Salazar.

The only champion that Harry wasn't yet sure of was the Hogwarts Champion. Salazar had pointed out that it was most likely to be a sixth year, as the seventh years had their mandatory N.E.W.T. 's to worry about, and the sixth years would be the most prepared out of the remaining students.

Harry was willing to bet on either Angelina, Cedric Diggory, or Roger Davis. He was particularly hoping it was one of the first two; Roger Davis had been one of the many students to mistreat him during the Chamber of Secrets debacle.

Harry snapped out of his thoughts upon hearing Ron's voice.

"She's a Veela!" Ron whisper-yelled, absent-mindedly whipping the drool of his chin.

"Bloody hell, she's beautiful." Dean muttered. The rest of the males at the table nodding their heads in agreement. Even Neville seemed to agree with the statement, though Harry couldn't fault him for doing so.

"Whoever's Hogwarts' Champion is a lucky bastard, they might be able to chat her up a bit." muttered Seamus. Ron and the other nodded enthusiastically at that. They were all still watching the girl as she made her way to her table. Harry noted that she seemed fairly annoyed with the attention, not that Harry could blame her.

"I'm sure she's the most angelic thing in the world," Hermione said angrily, "But tell me, have you ever actually talked to her?"

"Harry has!" Ron immediately pointed out, "It can't be long before we get our shot."

"Harry handed her a bowl of food!"

"He still talked to her though, didn't he?"

It looked as though Hermione was struggling not to stab Ron with the knife she held in her hand.

"That does remind me," Angelina whispered, so that only Alicia, Katie, and Harry could hear her, "How come you weren't all weird when she talked to you? Those idiots were drooling when they saw her."

"Do you - er - bat for the other team, by any chance?" Katie asked quietly.

Harry paused for a moment, trying to understand what she meant. Upon realizing, his eyes widened dramatically.

"What - No! No, I don't, Katie!" Harry hissed, his face flushed red with embarrassment.

"Okay, okay, just had to be sure." Katie comforted, giggling as she did so.

"That's strange then, isn't it?" asked Alicia to the other three, "Is it possible to be resistant to Veela, or something?"

"Probably," supplied Angelina, "I mean, people don't really know much about Veela, do they. She's even better looking than the ones at the Cup, maybe that has something to do with it . . ."

Harry continued to eat his food, occasionally listening in on the conversation the rest of the fourth year Gryffindors were having. They had not yet stopped speaking of Veela, as Ron, Dean, and Seamus, were all plotting ways in which they would be able to seduce the poor girl.

Most of their plans seemed to center around them being chosen Hogwarts Champion, and Harry did not have it in him to burst their highly unrealistic bubble.

The other girls did not have as casual a reaction as the three chasers did. Hermione in particular did not seem to like the fact that her classmates were so head over heels when it came to the Veela girl. Harry narrowed his eyes upon hearing Hermione's argument, which seemed to revolve around the idea that the girl might be a Veela.

"So what if she's a Veela?" Harry asked heatedly, "Why would that even matter?"

"It's not the fact that she's a Veela, it's what it implies." Hermione argued back, "If she's a Veela it means she has an 'allure', which is magically causing people to be attracted to her! It's barbaric!"

"Hermione," said Dean, speaking in a tone one might use when speaking to a child who had said something particularly foolish, "If someone looks like that, it won't be an 'allure', or whatever, that makes people fancy them."

Harry decided to withdraw himself from this conversation as well; Hermione was clearly about to deliver a speech of sorts.

After another twenty minutes, the last of the food was gone, with only crumbs remaining on the desert plates. As Dumbledore stood up from his seat, the plates vanished, leaving the tables as bare as they were an hour prior.

"Now that we are all watered and fed," began Dumbledore, making his way towards the lectern, "We may proceed with the Triwizard Tournament."

Many of the students located around the Great Hall seemed to sit slightly straighter in their seats. Harry even saw Ron smiling arrogantly to himself; to be fair, many others around the hall wore similar expressions.

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