Harry Potter :Diamond Heart

Light had spilt in through her window, bright and offensive. Fleur gradually became aware of a pounding in her head, the taste on her tongue, dryness in her mouth and the slightly unsettled, fragile feeling of her stomach.

Too much wine.

Her weakness for sweet things like dessert wines had led her here before, but normally only when she was at home and among those she trusted and was open enough with to risk drinking so much.

The lingering effects of the night of the Yule Ball disappeared after a long drink of water and a a strongly cast charm directed at refreshing and cleaning her mouth. It was one of the most useful spells she knew. It took five minutes and Fleur felt much better afterwards, as if it were any other morning.

Just like that all the problems of my morning are gone.

A nagging feeling that that was not even slightly true could not easily be dismissed and after a few seconds it struck her.

I kissed a fourteen year old.

There were so many more problems this morning than any other morning in her life.

That was my first kiss.

It hadn't been so bad. Fleur distinctly remembered enjoying kissing him, as disturbing as that was. She was not so sheltered she didn't know how to kiss someone, but she'd never had practice and Harry likely hadn't either.

Harry.

Fleur had no idea what he must think of her.

Harry, for all his prodigious talent and insight did not know as much about veela as Fleur both feared and wished he did. He did not know how their allure worked and so had remained blissfully oblivious that he remained unaffected by hers even as he spilt out his feelings to her.

You're the most beautiful girl I have ever seen.

Just remembering it made her shiver. If he had been affected by her allure he would have wanted to impress her, needed to catch and keep her attention, but instead he had simply told her she was beautiful. There had been nothing Fleur had wanted so much in that moment as to kiss him and he didn't even know what he had said.

She was smiling just thinking about it.

His shyness had demonstrated without any doubt that he had not even noticed the full force of her allure and Fleur could not be more glad that he had not. His notice of her, now that he finally he had, was completely of her, there was no magic compelling him.

Harry still does not realise.

Her happiness came crashing down.

He still believed that he had been under the effects of her aura, which meant he would attribute everything he had felt to her magic. Fleur was caught somewhere in the middle of relief and despair. She didn't want to him to ignore his emotions when expressing them had brought her so much happiness, but he was three years younger than her.

Merde, she swore silently. Merde. Merde. Merde.

For once Fleur had no idea what to do.

This wasn't something she could use magic to fix, not unless she leapt to extremes and attempted to obliviate Harry. The very idea of doing that disgusted her. He had trusted her, treated her as an equal, understood far more than anyone she had ever met, and chosen staying to keep her company over dancing with the girl he would likely have ended up with had Fleur not interfered. Something unpleasant, jagged and angry twisted in her chest at the idea of the two of them dancing together. It tightened when she remembered what he had said about kissing her.

Katie Bell.

A girl who did not deserve Harry. She was not his equal. She would never be able to stand alongside him.

Fleur could. He would be the one standing next to her, the one who understood her, and held her back against the world. She was sure of it. If only she hadn't kissed him and potentially ruined everything her dream of friendship could have been.

Harry might well like her. He would not be the first boy to, even if he was the first that had clearly managed it without the aid of her allure, and she had no idea if she liked him. He was fourteen.

Or he might not like me.

Fleur really didn't know which was worse. The idea that he might like her when she did not like him, or the fact that he might not like her when she liked him.

She tried categorising her feelings, sorting through them for signs, attempting to quantify her emotions, but the only conclusions she came to were that she did not want to let her go of her hope of having a close relationship with someone similar enough to understand her, and that she was horribly confused about how close she wanted that relationship to be.

What do I do next? That was the most important question. Fleur needed to know how she should act around him, or others might notice things she didn't want them to see.

A cold, sickening plummet of her stomach heralded a new, more horrible realisation.

Everyone knows I used my allure on him.

They would all think she had charmed their Boy-Who-Lived, stolen his affections and enthralled him. Even Harry might believe it; she had tried in the Great Hall and on the evening of the Yule Ball, even if it had been for different reasons.

Merde.

'Fleur?' Madame Maxime's stern query was accompanied by a rap on the doorframe that could only have come from her headmistress.

My scolding for the incident in the Great Hall and my choice of date, no doubt.

It could not have come at a worse time.

'One moment,' she sighed wearily, kicking her crumpled dress from the floor of her room into the bathroom out of sight. It was a deplorable way to treat such a beautiful item of clothing, but far preferable than letting her headmistress make any more assumptions about her evening.

'I did not see you return from the castle after the Yule Ball,' Madame Maxime stated in a tone that very much demanded explanation. Fleur had not even managed to fully open the door.

'The disillusionment charm. I left early.' The first question had been mercifully easy to answer.

'You did not return here early, neither Emilie nor Caroline saw you.'

'I spent some time with a friend,' Fleur answered resignedly. She knew where this was going now. Emilie or Caroline, likely both, had not even waited until the next morning to start spreading stories.

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