Harry Potter :Diamond Heart

If they'd managed to get dates they wouldn't have had time to make things worse for me, Fleur thought scathingly.

'Your friend was also your choice of company and fellow champion Harry Potter, I assume.' Madame Maxime's voice was stern and disapproving.

'You assume correctly.' There was nothing to be done until her headmistress actually gave her something to refute. 'He is fourteen, Fleur,' the towering french teacher remonstrated. 'I can understand your desire to have a platonic date, one that is not affected by your natural magic, but sneaking off with him for the evening… I can not and will not condone such behaviour. He is a child.'

'I think,' Fleur cut in as respectfully as she could manage, 'you should have put less trust in what you have heard about my evening.'

'Oh,' her headmistress remarked. 'So you were not seen by your fellow students disappearing off to the abandoned upper floors of the castle?'

'I'm sure we were,' Fleur snapped, her patience short, stressed as she was. 'I wanted to spend the evening away from gossiping, shallow individuals who had nothing better to do than cast aspersions at their betters. Harry was kind enough not to leave me on my own. My only regret of the evening is failing to avoid them half as well as I had hoped.'

And kissing Harry, a treacherous thought reminded her, or kissing him and leaving before he understood why I did.

It was safe to say that Madame Maxime had never had one of her students speak to her like that before. The headmistress went through several different stages of shock and rage before eventually settling on disbelief.

'You mean to say you spent the whole night talking?'

'Until I left at a little before midnight,' Fleur responded testily. She was pointedly ignoring the memory of mistletoe descending in spirals of tear-drop hovering candles.

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around

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What is the point of asking me these ridiculous questions if she is not going to believe my answers?

Her headmistress steepled her fingers and adopted a thoughtful expression for a long moment.

'I believe you,' she said after a while. 'However you showed poor judgement in directing your allure at him so blatantly, then again in attending the Yule Ball with him, and you compounded it by vanishing with him for evening. Rumours are already flying.'

'Let them,' Fleur sneered with disdain she did not feel. 'I have never cared before.'

I hope Harry doesn't believe them. 'It might be best for the two of you to let things calm down before spending too much more time in each other's company,' Madame Maxime advised. 'I approve of your friendship Fleur,' she continued more softly, 'Harry Potter stands a better chance than most at understanding the trials you suffer because of your heritage, but neither of you have made things easy for yourselves in acting as you have.'

She might be right.

Fleur had to sort her own feelings out, prepare for the second task, and deal with all the other Beauxbatons girls before facing up to a candid conversation with Harry. He was strong enough to last a few days, she was sure of that.

'You

should

probably

read

this,'

her headmistress finished, depositing a copy of the Daily Prophet in Fleur's hand.

'I don't think I need to,' Fleur replied. The title was more than enough to convey the message that was in the article.

Part-veela rival charms Boy-Who-Lived. Fleur snorted angrily. There was no such thing as a part veela.

It was the work of the scavenging Rita Skeeter who had been pestering Harry at the wand-weighing. The woman would probably forget all about her and move on the moment she found her next juicy victim. As long as Harry did not believe it the article would do no damage to anything Fleur was concerned with.

'I have already written a letter to your father in France to reassure him there is no truth behind this piece of trash.' Fleur doubted her father would have even believed it for a moment, but she appreciated her headmistress' assistance.

'Thank you.'

'I must suggest that you focus on preparing for the second task. It will help take your mind of this and allow time for the air to clear for both you and Mr Potter. He has his own solution to worry about too.' Madame Maxime retrieved the paper from Fleur's hand and tucked it away somewhere within her clothing, presumably for further reading.

'Is there anything you would like assistance with?' Her headmistress leant a little further through the frame of the door, blocking out most of the light.

'How much are you allowed to give?' Fleur asked suspiciously. Her brief talk with Harry and his reaction to the dragons had implied that either he was getting less help than he should, or the others were getting more than they were supposed to.

'As long as I am not directly helping you with the task it is not cheating,' Madame Maxime explained, a little abashed.

Fleur weighed up her options.

Better to win, she decided. The others were likely all cheating anyway and she was already at a disadvantage due to the nature of her magic.

'I need to adapt the bubble-head charm for long and repeated underwater use,' Fleur told her headmistress.

'Not the best choice for a long underwater venture in which you might encounter dangerous creatures,' Madame Maxime frowned. 'The more power put into the charm the more dangerous the reaction when the bubble is burst.'

'Is there an alternative?' Fleur had not considered the extra compression over-powering the charm might cause.

'Transfiguration, or enchanting an item of clothing to convert water to breathable oxygen would be your best solutions,' the headmistress suggested. 'The latter especially given your skill at enchanting and charming. There are plenty of pieces of spell-weaving capable of creating such an effect, but I suggest simplicity. You do not need it to last the rest of your life.'

Finding an appropriate set of enchantments meant another disillusioned trip to Hogwarts' library and a long week research and practice before she was done.

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