A/N: Alright! So this is the Fleurmione story that I have been brain storming for a while and finally got written down to share. Just so everyone knows, this story will be told from Fleur's point of view as she participates in the Triwizard Tournament.

Now before everyone runs away thinking this is just another fluff fic following the canon events of Rowling's wonderful series, i will let you all know that while this story mostly follows canon, there is one major difference that will result in many things being different from the original story but with the same ultimate outcome (with the exception of the Fleurmione pairing of course).

Oh and another note. Since this story is told in Fleur's perspective, anything said in French will be written in English since Fleur understands French as well as English. Any other language in the story will be written in as a bunch of noise since Fleur wouldn't understand what was being said. This is done mostly so I don't have to attempt to write in a language i know nothing about and avoid insulting people who do speak these other languages. Make sense?

Anyways, Enjoy the first chapter!

Firemage )0(

Edit- I edited this chapter so Fleur's name should be spelled correctly now. I've known about this error for a while but never got around to fixing it so I'm sorry for whatever grief it has caused. It's fixed now so please enjoy

Hogwarts, honestly, was not impressing Fleur in the slightest.

Maybe is was the dreary and frigid weather, so unlike France's warm and docile weather. Maybe is was the ancient looking castle, nothing like Beauxbatons charming chateau. Or maybe it was the fact that apparently Hogwarts liked to foster a segregated mentality by splitting its students into houses and pitted them against each other at any chance they could.

Whatever the reason, Fleur did not like anything about Hogwarts despite having only been on it's grounds for less than an hour. The only thing that Fleur did like about Hogwarts was it's enchanted ceiling in the great hall. It was charmed masterfully to mimic the night sky, which while currently cloudy was beautiful in the moonlight.

Tearing her eyes from the silver clouds Fleur sat with the rest of her class at a blue themed table and allowed her classmates to fill in around her, partially shielding her from the drooling boys and jealous girls of Hogwarts.

It was a pain being a Veela sometimes, especially a quarter blood like her. Her Veela blood was strong enough that it manifested as a thrall and affected everyone around her like other Veela, but unlike them she had no control over the magical aura that had surrounded her since she had started puberty. So knowing this, Madam Maxime had ordered the others of their visiting group to keep Fleur close and away from the little boys who would be overly excited by her thrall. Not everyone was thrilled with the order of course but they complied anyway.

Hearing the doors of the great hall slam open again, Fleur huffed and ignored the marching Drumstrang students as they performed their own entrance piece before taking their place at the green themed table. Hearing many disappointed whines from some of the Hogwarts students, Fleur rolled her eyes and waited for the hall to quiet again so the feast could begin. After all no one had eaten in her group since they had left France earlier that day, the ride from Beaubatons to Hogwarts being too bumpy to enjoy a meal while everyone's stomachs were also too knotted in nerves with the upcoming tournament. Don't get her wrong, the carriage was beautiful and sent a powerful message to the other schools on Beauxbatons power and capabilities but it was not the smoothest of rides. It rocked in the changing air currents and one could always hear the flowing of wind around them, a mighty roar that drowned out most conversations kept at normal vocal levels. And that had probably been the worst part of the trip, the constant noise that filled in everyone's nervous silence. Noise that Fleur could still hear, even as she sat in Hogwarts Great Hall. The low roar of wind rushing past a large object.

"What is that noise?" she heard one of her classmates ask in French before looking up

"What noise?" she asked in her mother language as she noticed several people, Hogwarts staff even, beginning to look around to try and find the source of the sound in the hall.

"That low whistle sound." the girl supplied as she looked for the source of the sound Fleur had been hearing rather than imagining.

Listening closely, Fleur tried to locate the source of the sound and was soon joined by the rest of the hall in a collective gasp when they all noticed two large fireballs, one green and one gold, streaking across the enchanted sky.

Knowing the infernos had to be magical do to their coloring, Fleur went to ignore them as they were obviously fake. The ministry wouldn't allow two random and unnatural fire balls to just go streaking across the sky for muggles to see after all when suddenly the fireballs changed direction and were heading straight towards the great hall. As many students began to rise in their seats, the inferno getting closer, Fleur told herself that the fireballs weren't really there and that they were just part of the enchanted ceiling and said so to her fellow classmates. They seemed to accept what she was saying, as she was the number one charms student Beauxbaton's had seen in a few generations. But when they did not slow or disappear, Fleur began to panic as well and was quick to jump to her feet and draw her wand.

She was going to send a blast of magic at the ceiling that should clear it up but froze when she noticed Dumbledore wave his hand to open a hatch in the ceiling just above the teacher's table. Suddenly the two fireballs were actually in the great hall and everyone gave a scream of fright as the flames began to dance around the hall.

But there was no heat in the flames which quickly took the forms of two brilliant dragons, one emerald and one gold. The dragons of fire gave a mighty roar as their form was completed before they took off down the halls side walls towards the entrance. Coming to a convergence point, Fleur was positive the two dragons were going to collide together when she saw a group of people materialized from each of the flames, dropping down from it's center. Skidding to a stop just center of the hall's entrance, the group slowly collected themselves as the two dragons dissolved into two shrouds of green and gold light; crashing together gently and swirling together until they faded away entirely.

The whole hall froze for a moment, confused as to what had happened and who it was that had made such a flashy entrance. And as Fleur's brow knotted together in mild annoyance she saw a Hogwarts student at her table turn to her classmates.

"The D.A. class. Figures." the girl growled lowly, as the other students around her openly sneered at the small group. Distaste clearing shining in their eyes, peeking Fleur's interest almost instantly. Why were fellow Hogwarts students react so negatively to this group? Weren't they all classmates?

Curious as to what about the group had made just about every Hogwarts student tense with displeasure, Fleur took it upon herself to regard each newly arrived member closely.

Most noticeably of the group was a very tall man, not quite as tall as Madam Maxime but taller than any normal man anyday. With thick corded muscles and a large physique the man at a glance was the living image of masculinity with his well fitted black pants, boots, sash, and loose brown tunic shirt bearing the seal of Hogwarts on its back. His hair was black, long, and wild; obviously wind whipped from his entrance; while his beard was no better if not for two thin braids that ended with colored beads at his jaw below the corners of his mouth. But a closer look revealed warm eyes and an apologetic smile as the man hastily marched up the center of the hall towards the teachers table, a small group of five students behind him.

"Sorry fer bein' late professor. 'fraid I lost track of time and kept me class out too late." the man explained as Fleur sat back down and scanned the small group behind him.

The eldest two marched just behind the giant man and looked to be in her year, both wearing a similar outfit to the man but the girl's in a green shade and the boy's in a yellow shade.

The girl was a pretty thing of average height but had a stocky build. Her skin was a slight olive tone and had no blemishes on it from what Fleur could see. She might have been pretty to look at if her eyes weren't as hard the emeralds they replicated. Or if the serious fire lighting them at their deepest depths didn't betray an extremely stubborn soul and rigid morality. While her face was softened however by gently waving black hair that fell in cascades at her back, the girl's quick and methodical steps reminded Fleur more of a soldier then anything. Nothing at all like the boy walking besides her.

The boy in yellow looked like he could be the girl's bother. He was a little taller than her but had a thin build to her stocky one. Their skin tone, eyes, and hair were all the same color but he was softened considerably by the short curls atop his head, a playful smile on his lips, the mischievous glint in his eye, and the spring in his step. That was not to say however that he seemed less imposing than his supposed sister, for while Fleur felt no magical aura around the girl she felt a large magical aura around him from her seat. Obviously the two were quite the pair.

Which made the trio following them a little disappointing to Fleur. The trio was two boys and a girl who looked to be a few years younger than Fleur, maybe fourteen or fifteen. They were dressed the same as the rest of their group but in a maroon red.

They came up the center of the hall in a triangle formation, the small and pale boy with longer wild black hair and glasses in the lead. Fleur noticed how the boy seemed to curl into himself and his little entourage as if he hated the attention he was receiving but did not move away from his place as their leader. He looked sickly thin and Fleur was reminded of a small lost puppy who hadn't lost hope in it's dismal existence yet.

Just to his left was a taller redhead with a frame a little too big for his wiry muscles. The boy would probably be quite handsome when he finished filling out his frame but for now he looked like a bean sprout. Pale freckled skin framed his face and dancing blue-green eyes. He didn't have a spring in his step but he didn't march quite like the rest of the group either. He simply strolled up the hall with his hands in his pockets and a cocky smirk on his face.

To his right, marched the only other girl in the group. Fleur noted how compared to the others, this girl had the smallest frame of them all and little physique under the baggy clothes. The girl took twice as many steps as the others to keep up but she didn't seem winded at all and kept a focused gaze trained ahead of her. She had smooth skin with bushy mousy hair that was tied back into a loose pony tail and intelligent hazel eyes. Eyes that reminded Fleur of an old soul.

"It's quite alright Professor Hagrid. After all, the task I assigned you and your class is not a meager one. Please join us for dinner." Professor Dumbledore answered the giant man with a twinkle in his eye. Hagrid grinned at the elder man before politely bowing to the headmasters of each school, his group of students doing the same before breaking off to join their respective tables as Dumbledore began his speech of the tournament.

Fleur pretended to listen to the old man addressing the crowd on the rules of the tournament and present the Goblet of Fire when she felt a familiar presence at her back and tilted her head so her cousin could tell her whatever she thought was so important.

Rachel Delacour was Fleur and Gabrielle's first cousin, daughter to their Aunt Tempest, and someone Fleur was fiercely jealous of. Fleur's Aunt Tempest was half Veela just like Fleur's mother. But unlike Fleur's mother, Tempest's mate was a full-blooded Veela, making Rachel three-quarters Veela. Normally blood status did not bother the young French woman at all but Rachel's easy manipulation of her thrall made Fleur green with envy. She'd never be able to say it directly to Rachel, but Fleur sometimes wished desperately to have the kind of control her cousin did over her thrall.

Because while Rachel was able to make true friends who didn't drool every time she so much as looked at them, Fleur to deal with the fact that no one outside of her clan would be able to see past the haze of pheromones Fleur secreted. Sure Rachel had tried to help her cousin make friends by using her own thrall to counter Fleur's, and for the most part it worked, but only when Rachel was with her. Without her cousin, Fleur had to deal with her constant loneliness when her classmates reverted back into perverted asses.

But at the same time, Fleur couldn't hold any of that against her cousin. Not really. It wasn't her job to look after Fleur or manage her crazy thrall. That was Fleur's job. So she was stuck between being jealous of her cousin and being grateful for the help she did get. Something Rachel seemed to pick up on but was never openly discussed between the two young women.

Hearing a soft whisper from behind her, Fleur actually turned her head to her cousin as the woman finished whispering to a blushing Hogwarts girl and quirked a brow at her cousin before mouthing womanizer.

Smirking playfully, Rachel leaned in to Fleur's ear to speak while Fleur pretended not see the very jealous gaze from the girl her cousin had just been flirting with.

It was something Fleur was used to and assumed Rachel was used to as well. They were both apparently very popular if you asked their fellow classmates. Fleur to the young men and Rachel to the young women.

Rachel was Veela after all and definitely attractive but she wasn't beautiful in the classical sense like Fleur. Rather it would be more appropriate to say that Rachel was handsome while Fleur was beautiful and she knew it. Her cousin was average height but built much more like a man would be. Broad shoulders, nicely defined arms, and an almost non-existent waist certainly gave Rachel a man's silhouette while her preference for men's suits only highlighted this.

Rachel's dark brown hair was cut in a short pixie cut that she could sweep back for a business look or left loose for casual days. Honey colored eyes usually sparkled with mirth and and flirtatious smile made many young and inexperienced women weak in the knees and easy prey for Rachel. But what not a lot of people saw was the darkness that was hidden just below the surface of her cousin's act, the painful truth that Fleur knew her cousin was desperately running from by being such a womanizer.

"She was telling me how that group is supposed to be an advanced dueling class under the direct supervision of the headmaster." Rachel said a little loudly as the hall had suddenly erupted in loud protests at the tournaments new rule. Quirking a brow, Fleur urged her cousin to go on as silence fell back over the room.

"Apparently that class is invite only with no clear qualifications and comes with a lot of special perks." Rachel whispered softly, glancing up to Dumbledore once to see the unveiling of the triwizard cup.

Cursing softly, Fleur felt her disdain for this school grow a little more and muttered something along the lines of winded old goat, which earned a few snorts from her classmates. Obviously the small noises didn't go unnoticed however as a few Hogwarts students glared at them for supposedly laughing at Dumbledore's invitation to them to make themselves at home. But Fleur didn't care. She already didn't like Hogwarts so she just glared back and waited for the old man to finish.

When he did, Dumbledore returned to his seat again and all the tables filled with food. Excited chatter quickly filled the hall as students filled their plates and bellies before Fleur turned back to the girl her cousin had been flirting with.

"So what makes that group so special that they get to be part of this group?" Fleur asked the girl as Rachel began to fill both hers and Fleur's plate.

The young girl was going to answer but seemed to have choked on her pumpkin juice when she sneered at Fleur in her cup. Coughing heavily, an Asian looking girl beside Rachel answered instead.

"Like we said. There are no clear qualifications for that group." The girl began before pointing towards the green and yellow themed tables.

"The eldest two students are the Syces twins, Angela and Alexander. Angela is the head girl this year, the smartest girl in the seventh year, who is exceptionally gifted in transfiguration and wandless magic. Alex though, while not the head boy or very good at wandless magic like his sister, is still the best duelist in the whole school. Mostly because he is completely unpredictable, saying the incantation of one spell while actually using an other."

"Experts of wandless and wordless magic." Rachel noted as she casually set a plate in front of Fleur and started eating her own meal. "Wouldn't want to have to face them together."

The idea of a pair of fighters, twins no less, that had mastery of wandless and wordless magic was intriguing to Fleur as the challenge was undeniable. She would have to see if she could officially challenge them later when the Asian girl spoke again.

"Not many do. The Golden Trio may have been the only ones to do so, which might be why that got into the class." the girl continued.

"Golden Trio?" Fleur questioned with a raised brow as the girl nodded and motioned to the red table.

"Harry Potter, the boy who killed you-know-who. Hermione Granger, the smartest witch in this generation. And Ronald Weasley." the girl explained as Fleur looked at the trio at the red themed table across from her.

The first thing she noticed was that the girl wasn't eating and had a scowl on her face as she whispered to the boys she had entered with. Both boys continued to load their plates and whisper back before one of them passed her a rather rare looking steak. The girl hesitated a moment before taking it with a conflicted look in her eyes and slowly began to cut the red meat. Fleur watched the girl slowly take her first bite and turned back to the Asian girl.

"I still don't understand why there is such a disdain for them though." Fleur explained. Thus far, all she knew about the group was that they were an advanced dueling class with a pair of amazing duelist at the helm and three kids who were brave enough to try and take them on. Why did the rest of the school seem to despise them?

Fleur's question obviously made the girl uncomfortable as she looked to her fellow classmate for help but received none.

"Just tell her." one boy said lowly. "They will find out soon enough anyway."

"Find out what?" Fleur asked, getting impatient as the girl checked to see who was listening.

"Those three are bad news. Have been ever since their first year when they figured out a teacher was trying to steal from Hogwarts and killed him." the girl whispered, a touch of fear in her voice.

"They killed someone?" Rachel suddenly blurted out, interrupting her silence as she quickly threw a glance at the trios way. Fleur quickly did the same but when she saw the black haired boy glance her way she quickly threw her eyes back at her informant.

A few students around her nodded before they leaned in closer to share the rumors they had heard.

"Second year someone released a monster on the school. It was petrifying people left and right. When it got Granger, Potter and Weasley hunted it down and killed it." a boy supplied.

"Last year I heard Potter say he wished Black would find him so he could kill him. It was Snape that kept him from doing so and got Black captured." Someone else spoke up.

"Too bad Black escaped later that night." someone cut in.

"Escaped or free?" Another questioned. "You saw the tower. The hatch had been blown off."

"Yeah but who would have done something like that? Let a mad man go?"

"Perhaps a certain teacher who was found to be a werewolf…"

"Oh yeah. That makes sense. A werewolf, on the full moon, decided to somehow use a blasting spell to let a mad man go."

The table quickly began to argue back and forth over the event but Fleur wasn't listening anymore. She was watching the trio closer, her gut telling her to be very wary of them from now on. She ignored her food as she watched the group talk before sharp brown eyes snapped up and locked onto her. Fleur stared back defiantly, not ashamed of being caught staring, when she saw a shocked sort of awe slowly creep into the girl's face. Raising a brow she watched the awe become more prominent as the girl's eyes widened and her fork dropped to her plate. Thoroughly confused now, Fleur wondered what the girl was so in awe about when her cousin waved her hand in front of her face.

"What?" Fleur asked, giving Rachel an annoyed look.

"Did you not hear me?" Rachel asked before continuing when Fleur shook her head no.

"They're class is listed as the D.A. class. With no further clarification on what that is. Some of them were saying it probably means something like Duelist Association or something. But someone's started the rumor that it's actually a Dark Arts class." Rachel explained.

"I don't see the Hogwarts headmaster who started the Defense Against the Dark Arts class starting a Dark Art class. It's a bit of a contradiction." Fleur countered. Rachel gave her a small smirk before taking Fleur's plate of bouillabaisse since there was no more at the table.

"The same headmaster that employed a thief and a werewolf. The same headmaster that let a monster attack his students and was finished off by his students rather than sending them home and hunting it down himself. The headmaster that caught a killer before losing him the same night he was captured. The man who is hosting this tournament." Rachel pointed out, knowing from Fleur's silence that she had won her argument.

"Does that all answer your question. Why the school resents this special little class?" Rachel asked as Fleur sighed

"Rule breakers, supposed killers, already put on a pedestal getting into a special class that's impossible to get in. Yeah, I can see it." Fleur commented before looking back at the trio who were now huddle closely to the girl.

"A special class with special perks." Rachel added, watching with Fleur as the trio quickly stood up and hastily marched out of the hall, the boys ushering the girl Hermione away to their waiting senior members. The group disappeared into the dark halls, hundred of eyes following them.

"Like coming and going as they please." Rachel finished before seeing the burning gaze her cousin was giving the darkness the group had disappeared into.

Smiling knowingly, Rachel took a final sip of her pumpkin juice and thought of how interesting the year was going to be. Learning in Scotland rather than France, a killer tournament with eternal glory as it's prize, a dangerous group of students from the host school, and her crazy cousin Fleur. Fleur Delacour who took on any and all injustices head on, who had a little too much pride, and a little too competitive of a nature. She would challenge this school, it's students, and this tournament with everything in her as she always did and Rachel was there to watch her back as she did. She had a promise to keep after all...

A/N: I hope everyone enjoyed this story so far. As i said above, there is one major change in my story from canon and you (as well as Fleur) are just starting to see the tip of the iceberg that is this plot of mine.

Drop me a review and let me know what you think. Reviews are motivation to write more often and result in faster updates. Also feel free to ask any questions or offer any theories, i'll answer them all if i can.