Harry Potter :Diamond Heart

'I solved it a few days ago,' Harry lied, unwilling to show any weakness in their competition.

'What solution did you come up with?' Fleur seemed genuinely curious. 'I thought your plan for the first task quite ingenious. A simple charm and plan, you solved the problem spectacularly and gave away little of your abilities.'

Harry laughed. 'If I told you it would rather undermine my chances, no?'

'I suppose that is true,' Fleur frowned, her delicate eyebrows arching into a gentle vee. 'I won't be able to convince you that I have already found one of my own and am just interested?'

'You might,' Harry conceded. 'I don't think you'd lie to me, but I still won't be able to tell you.'

Mainly because I have no idea what the clue is.

His golden egg was sitting on the desk in Salazar's study, acting as both a book-end and a wonderful device that prevented his ancestor's portrait from getting too carried away in his lectures.

'Caution is to be admired,' Fleur said simply. 'I would not risk any of my rivals using the same solution as me.'

'Do you know if either Cedric or Viktor have figured it out?' Harry asked.

'Why would I know?' Fleur smoothed her uniform and took a seat on the chair that had appeared behind her. She was grasping how to use the room far quicker than Harry had. 'You knew about my cloak, and despite the fact my two untrustworthy ex-friends have spouted about its existence to most of my house, I doubt that reached your ears so passively.' Harry had, in fact, received the distinct impression she had been keeping an eye on her rivals and anything that happened to them.

'It might not have done,' Fleur smiled. There wasn't the slightest shred of guilt visible in her eyes. Harry quite envied her confidence, if he had had her strength of will earlier so many things might have been different.

Peter Pettigrew would not have escaped.

'As far as I know, neither of them have done anything more than decipher the clue, but from their actions I would assume Viktor at least has a plan.' 'You don't seem very worried about them,' Harry remarked.

'Cedric Diggory is an exceptional student and a talented wizard, but he has overestimated himself by entering this tournament. He lacks the will to win it. Viktor Krum is used to winning, but his abilities do not lie in making plans. Igor Karkoroff can only compensate for that so much.' Fleur's analysis of the other champions was quite brutal and direct, but knowing less than she clearly did Harry could only accept it.

'And me?'

'Young but prodigious and powerful, with a will strong enough to win it and capable of cunning.' She patted him on the shoulder in mock consolation. Harry twitched away only very slightly and Fleur smiled. 'You'll make a very good runner-up.'

'I think silver is more your colour than min, Fleur,' he joked, indicating her hair.

'The Triwizard Tournament trophy is silver, Harry,' she reminded him.

So it is.

'What about you?' He was quite interested to see what Fleur thought of herself, though he doubted she would share everything.

'I am more complete than any of my rivals. My experience is greater than yours and I am just as talented. Provided the tasks do not exploit my natural weaknesses to much, I will win.'

'You are very confident,' Harry remarked. I wonder what her natural weaknesses are? He assumed it was something to do with being veela, or part-veela, or whatever Katie had said Hermione had found out.

Harry was a little tempted to go and look for them in the library, but it went against his nature to do something so underhanded, especially when Fleur had done nothing to deserve it of late.

Katie, the small voice whispered.

Katie and Roger Davies are to blame, he decided, silencing the Riddle-esque whisper that he was starting to fear might be the voice of the horcrux itself. He shuddered to think how many of his thoughts might have been its if that was the case.

'I take pride in being the best at my school, Harry. When you are older, you will do the same.' She paused to consider something very briefly. 'Do not mistake my pride in myself for dismissal of the abilities of others. I may be better than most, but I still respect the talents of others, and will have my own equals and betters in turn.'

It was perhaps the most honest thing she had said to him yet. Fleur Delacour was proud. She refused to lose, to listen to others around her or to accept anything less than the best from herself. It had made her strong, just as Harry wished to become.

'I think I should return to the carriage,' Fleur decided. 'I should warn you before the Yule Ball that there are those, amongst Beauxbatons' students at least, who believe that I have charmed you into going with me after stealing you from your previous girlfriend.' Her tone indicated both how laughable and how annoying she found the rumours. Harry could empathise with that.

'I do not care,' he answered simply. 'I have never noticed your allure before and I did not even know you were veela until Katie told me after the incident in the Great Hall.'

'I am sorry about that,' Fleur apologised. 'I misunderstood and reacted very badly to having my pride slighted.'

'I blame Roger Davies and Katie for what happened to my relationship with her more than you,' Harry assured her.

Fleur rose to leave and Harry got up too. He really needed to get started on working out the golden egg if his three rivals had likely already solved it.

'I should like to see if my allure has more of an affect on you at some point,' Fleur suggested. 'I haven't met anyone quite so resistant to it before.'

'If you like.' Harry suspected his resistance was what had captured her attention in the first place and if i helped her feel slightly less insecure then he was willing to let her try. He had thrown off the influence of the veela at the World Cup, so he doubted he would do anything particularly humiliating.

'Thank you.' Harry was enveloped in sudden warmth, his face pressed into her silver hair, Fleur's arms around him. The smell of burnt holly was suddenly very strong.

She hugged me.

Tentatively he returned the gesture, ignoring his instinctive desire to move away.

The only person who had ever hugged him like that before was Katie.

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