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The Veela’s Champion Chapter 4
🕑 Added 2025-02-12 20:57:08 +0000 UTCIt just so happened that her Headmistress was going on a date with the groundskeeper that evening, and Fleur contemplated telling Harry before deciding against it. She was still annoyed about that ugly brunette girl from earlier, and because of it Fleur bitterly decided against inviting him to join her.
“I am going on a date with Hagrid tonight.” Madame Maxime had said after Fleur arrived back at the carriage, using a voice that suggested something more was going on. “I just thought you should know.”
She followed Madame Maxime and Hagrid under a dissolusionment charm as the two made their way into the forest, all the while doing her best to keep up and not lose sight of them while remaining hidden. It was easier said than done, as Fleur practically had to jog to keep up with the brutal pace the two set. Each of their footfalls was equivalent to more than twice her own, and she was greatful for the great shape her body was in that allowed her to keep pace.
At a certain point the two half-giants seemed to come to a stop, and Fleur began to carefully get closer to the two. Eventually she moved behind a collapsed tree to get a better look at what they were up to, and that was when she saw it.
Dragons.
She gaped in astonishment, seeing four of the beasts being held with different cages before her. She watched as dragon handlers ran around and did their best to control the creatures, all the while doing their best to not get burnt. Each dragon was of a different breed, making four different breeds of dragon, meaning that there was one for each champion.
'How could a school tournament use dragons?' Fleur wondered, staring in shock at the dangerous creatures. 'Have they gone mad?!'
She was so captivated by the scene that she didn’t notice another presence coming up behind her, and it was the person’s body making contact with her derrière that snapped Fleur out of her thoughts.
She gasped and spun around with her wand out, loosing her invisibility as she did so, and looking every which way for her assailant. That was when Harry of all people took off an invisibility cloak, holding up his hands in surrender as he did so. The French champion stopped, staring at him with wide eyes.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.” Harry said, looking embarrassed.
'He must have not have seen me since I was invisible.' She stared at him for a long moment, guessing he didn’t intentionally mean to collide with her. “It’s okay, I just didn’t expect anyone else out here.”
“Neither did I.” Harry replied, moving up and standing behind a tall bush that allowed him to see the dragons. “I guess your Headmistress told you to come here?”
“Oui.” Fleur replied hesitantly, feeling awkward she didn’t inform Harry about her plan to follow her Headmistress on her date. “Is it the same with you?”
“Sort of.” Harry grimaced. “Hagrid told Ron about the dragons, thinking he would tell me, but he didn’t. Hagrid also asked Ron to tell me to meet up with him, but when I didn’t show, he was able to get a message to me in time.”
For a moment she was indignant over what Harry revealed, but not because he got a lead and didn’t inform her, but rather that his friends were treating him so terribly. She had seen this “Ron” boy before, and could tell he was nothing more than some weak-willed idiot who had no right being around Harry.
She had been betrayed a couple times over the years, as many of her old friends stabbed her in the back and abandoned her when her Veela heritage started to emerge. As such, Fleur certainly knew what Harry was going through, and the last thing she wanted was to lose his friendship when he was struggling so much.
She opened her mouth, only to stop and ready herself for what she was about to say. “I apologize.”
Harry looked at her strangely. “For what?”
“For how I acted earlier.” She said. “I should not have treated your friend like that in ze library earlier, and after that I should have told you the suspicions I had about Madame Maxime and her date with Hagrid.”
“Oh… It’s okay.” Harry said, and at the strange look she sent him he continued speaking. “I’m sure you would have told me about the dragons anyways. And- I mean, I ran into you just a moment ago, so if anything I’m the one who should be apologizing.”
'You really are different, Harry Potter.' She thought with some satisfaction, moving closer to him in order to get a better look at the dragons. Unintentionally, or not, Fleur’s arm brushed against his own, and she enjoyed feeling his touch in that short moment. She expected him to enjoy it too, as any boy would like a Veela touching them, but instead he jumped in fright, awkwardly moving away from her and looking away as if she wasn’t there.
She couldn’t help but stare in shock for a moment, once again surprised by how adverse he was to her allure. All her life she had met boys that seemed to clamber over each other just to get a smidge of attention from her. And yet, Harry Potter seemed to want nothing to do with her whatsoever. 'He just doesn’t stop surprising me.'
But there was a certain risk that came with him being so resistant to her allure, being the affection he could receive from other girls. Her mind went to that girl in the library, the one who had made her so irritated, and the flimsy redhead from before that. Fleur wanted to believe that they were beneath her, that Harry would never choose them over her. 'After all, no girl can compare to Fleur Delacour.'
And yet he was resistant to her allure, meaning the usual methods of seduction she had available were suddenly useless, and Fleur nearly felt helpless because of it. She wondered if this was how other girls felt because of her allure, knowing that at any moment she could suddenly lash out and steal their man. If so, it certainly made sense why so many girls hated her.
All of this came to one conclusion in her mind, being that she needed to work harder to get closer to Harry. She had competition for his affection after all, and Fleur didn’t want to be taken unaware if another girl stepped in and stole him. And yet, at the same time she remembered the warning her mother gave her, and knew that she couldn’t be too hasty in her advances. 'I can’t overdo it and scare him away, but I run the risk of losing him if I don’t do something soon.'
All of those thoughts along with the scary possible outcomes played out in her mind as she hid there next to Harry. Eventually, the two of them decided to head back to the castle before Hagrid, Madame Maxime, or someone else found them, and it was on the way back they talked some more.
“I’m going to tell Cedric.” He told her as they walked through the forest, and at her questioning look he elaborated. “About the dragons.”
“Why?” Fleur asked with a frown.
“It… seems like the right thing to do.”
“I doubt he would have told you.” She sniffed in distaste. “Besides, he and his friend have been wearing those badges, non?”
Potter Stinks. Fleur’s eye twitched in irritation as she remembered the disgusting badges that the Hogwarts students were passing around. They were crude and immature, and it made her feel that much worse for the situation Harry was in.
She could sense the turmoil he was in as they walked, not just because of the dragons, but now at the dilemma of telling Cedric about them. Harry opened his mouth to speak again, but Fleur suddenly moved and pulled him to the side, and behind a nearby tree.
Something had got her attention, and she pointed it out quietly to Harry from their hiding spot, being Professor Karkaroff marching through the forest. The Drumstrang Headmaster was alone, and headed straight for where the dragons were.
“I guess he knows about the dragons.” Harry whispered, reflecting her own thoughts. “He’ll probably tell Krum too.”
“Oui.” Fleur agreed. “You might as well tell Cedric about ze dragons then.”
After Karkaroff was far enough away they continued their trek back to the castle, with Fleur’s thoughts not only buzzing with the night’s different revelations, but also of how she could help Harry. She could almost feel his worry, the image of dragons clearly still in his mind. Fleur was worried too, but she wanted to help him first, and to get his mind off the fiery lizards.
They were approaching the castle then, with her carriage getting near, and an ambitious thought occurred to her. Suddenly her hand shot out and she grasped his arm and began guiding him towards her carriage.
“Fleur-what are you doing?” Harry asked in suprise.
“Let’s go to my carriage first, before you go back to ze castle.” She said. “We can talk in my room and prepare for ze first task.”
“I mean- are you sure about this?” He asked hesitantly.
“Oui.” She opened the door to the carriage and practically dragged him inside, hastily guiding him in the direction of her room. It was late in the evening, and their carriage only housed so many students, meaning that there was no one to notice them inside.
The interior of the Beauxbatons carriage was enchanted to be just like their school, built out of beautiful marble and stone, with artwork and mirrors elegantly placed throughout. Each student had their own room, and Fleur guided Harry to hers. Inside it sat a queen sized bed, with a desk for studying and then a separate door that led to her own bathroom and closet. There was also a large one-way window that overlooked part of the lake.
“I figured it was better for us to be here together than to be alone to dwell on our own misfortune.” She said as they settled in, with Harry sitting on her bed as they talked. Eventually she went into her closet to change clothes, having convinced Harry to stay in her room for the evening.
Her wardrobe contained all kinds of clothing, much of which her mother had helped her pick out over the summer. Many of which had been chosen for the cold, British weather, meaning most of her clothes were more conservative that she was used to. That said, Fleur had still brought some sexy outfits with her, ones she looked forward to showing off to Harry in the future.
The question was what to wear to bed, or to be more specific, what would get Harry’s attention? There was a part of her mind that told her to simply wear no clothes at all, knowing that would certainly get his attention, but Fleur decided not to do that. Another part whispered for her to put on the custom made lingerie she had ordered in Paris, but she knew that was also too risky. In the end she settled on a more reserved outfit, one that would certainly get any teenage boy’s attention yet not be overly risqué.
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“Why don’t you spend the night here and sleep in my bed?” Fleur easily asked as she made her way into the bathroom to change. “There’s more than enough room to share, non?”
Harry had been unable to come up with a coherent answer in time, and that left him sitting there like an idiot, on Fleur’s bed.
There was a part of him that wondered how exactly he got into this situation. How he got entered into a dangerous tournament and then ended up in the private room of a beautiful Veela on an enchanted carriage. The strange relationship between him and Fleur was almost too blatant to ignore at this point, something even his classmates had picked up on. And yet Harry was left utterly stumped about what he should do.
The subject of his thoughts left the bathroom then, and his jaw dropped. She wore a simple dark blue nightgown made of fine silk, something that would have looked normal, maybe even plain, on any other woman. Harry was sure aunt Petunia had worn something similar before, and maybe even Hermione. Yet on Fleur it looked ridiculously lewd and sexy, showing off her womanly curves in an erotic fashion which caused him to stare.
Even without a bra to hold them up, he could see just how perky her large breasts were, pushing out the front of her nightgown easily and giving him a generous view of her cleavage. The silk nightwear barely reached below her bum, letting Harry observe the tan legs that only seemed to go on for miles, accented with thick thighs and ending with perfectly manicured toes.
For a brief moment his mind went back to Privet Drive, and how he used to watch television through the vent on his cupboard door. The situation he was in eerily reminded him of the adult films Vernon used to watch, the kind that Aunt Petunia never let Dudley see. Even when watching normal television Harry had witnessed scenes similar to the one he was in, and a specific commercial of a hot woman offering a boy chocolate cake in his bedroom popped up.
It left him once again stumped over what he should do, and by the time he managed to get his reaction under control, Fleur had already reached the bed and was in the process of pulling back the sheets to slide in. Harry quickly looked away, desperately trying to conceal his blush, and he could swear that Fleur had a satisfied smirk on her lips.
He knew he could flee, leaving Fleur behind and making the strange relationship between them even more awkward. It seemed that Fleur genuinely wanted him to stay, and the more he laid there in her bed, the more comfortable he became. In the end, he decided that it was too much of a hassle to bother escaping her bed, especially when it was so soft. That, and his cock was hard because of the Veela sleeping next to him.
A/N: I know this chapter was a bit short, but I needed to fit it in somewhere. Either the next chapter, or the chapter after that, will be the First Task. Thanks for Reading!
Comments
Erinnyes
Very solid chapter, I'm enjoying their developing relationship.
Daeron Targaryen
Don’t leave us on cliffhangers dammit 🤣
travis btmb
Tftc
