Hello readers.

Before we begin this fanfiction, I have something to say.

If you are familiar with, and follow my previous works, i can only say sorry. Sorry that it seems that i have given up on the stories that you guys have such an interest in. Sorry again for the people who have tried to give me inspiration, but likely eventually became disappointed that the stories i created before have ceased to be updated, as weeks became months and even into years. I have failed you guys.

My bad.

Even so, I have something to ask from you guys. I ask that you allow me to go on with this fic, and judge it not as you might judge knowing that it was created by the same person who gave up on the stories that you guys were interested in. But judge this fic the way it deserves, on it's effort to try to reflect the meaning behind these two people who know barely anything about each other, trying to get the other out of the predicament they find themselves in.

As for the rest, hi.

Harry Potter retreated away from the progression he made with frantic motion. He had just heard a scream warp the cold night. He began to think of where he was, and what he was doing.

As he turned a corner of the winding hedge, he came to a stop, and gave a curious look towards it, but was elsewhere in thought. 'I don't really need to win.' This little revelation lead him to another. He thought about the other contestants in the Tri-Wizard Tournament. First, to Cedric Diggory. Between now and the time that they first met, Cedric had been not only generous, but kind and fair-spirited enough to share the secret of the golden egg that was won from the first challenge of the tournament. Beyond that, he had also suggested the use of the prefect's bathrooms, and also shared the secret password. Harry imagined that a person with these traits would have been sorted into Griffindor. Thinking of Cedric, he felt that he would feel no ache or pain if he had forfeited the victory to him. He began to walk cautiously through the eerie maze, trying to listen out for anyone in distress.

As for Victor Krum, Harry could not make heads or tails. Krum had not given Harry any real reason to dislike him, he had come a little closer than he would like in the second task, but that was hardly here nor there. A person's perception may become slightly warped in the form of an animal, and Krum was just a student, one of four competing.

'Should have been three.'

As Harry shuffled around the maze, he eventually reached the place that he was sure that Fleur's yell had come from. There had been no magical flare shot up into the sky, she must have been separated from her wand, or else rendered unable to use it. If this was so, Fleur might have been facing mortal peril since, and if Harry did not arrive soon, she may even come face-to-face with death.

This sudden thought filled Harry, as he couldn't imagine a world where someone who loved their younger sibling should die would be proper. Because that was what he felt, if he had turned away, either to seek his own victory or else, Harry would have consigned her to death.

Crushing along the dirt, his heart thrashed against its housing. It took no time for him to think of the sister, having to suffer the loss of someone so beloved. Having to live without them.

Feeling so separated from everyone that remained, because they had lost something that would not return, yet meant so much to them that it should have never been lost.

And feeling like something was churning through them at times, because they could not suffer this loss and continue onwards, because no one should have to.

These emotions within, Harry moved quickly through the dim maze, not even thinking that Fleur was some years older than him, and should have been able to repel her foe easily. After turning across a corner, Harry felt such relief at seeing just a sign of the person he had been looking for, and lowered his wand.

Though now, he quickly raised it towards her, as Fleur was being grabbed by a familiar sight of vines, crawling across the ground between her and the tall hedge. Instantly a burst of light was launched from his wand and landed onto the vines, they quickly released Fleur, and writhed around, smoke rising from where Harry had struck it. The spell Harry had used, even he was not sure. But he found himself looking backwards into the memory of Hermione using a similar spell in a similar situation.

Even now, and although she might not have known it, she was helping him along.

"Fleur! Fleur!" Harry called to her as he landed beside her, but Fleur's eyes were shut in a gentle impression of sleep as she lay across the grass. He tried to shake her up, but there was no response. One more try, and Harry chanced upon her chest that was gently rising and falling. After a moment of realisation, he fell backwards and put his arms back, his own chest heaving as he breathed raggedly.

A light, but firm object crossed his fingers, and Harry saw that her wand was meeting with his hand. It looked it's own kind of unique, but he guessed that being from France, Fleur would not have gone all the way to Diagon Alley, all the way to Britain, for a wand. Harry examined her clothing, and found that there were no pockets for him to put in. He put it in his own.

Looking back at Fleur, he thought that he should have moved her away from where the maze had tried to attack her. But on looking towards the vines that tried to capture her, he saw that they lied dead on the grass, and wondered if plants could feel that they were burning. But then, even as Harry understood that he halted the maze's attacks this time, it came to him that even if he had moved her, another attack might have been inevitable.

Someone had to watch her.

His breath slowed as he calmed.

Harry continued looking at the sleeping competitor, wondering why it was, that the French had a custom of kissing people they had only just met. Not even knowing, that all he had to do was to launch his own flare into the night, and he could be off. But even then, he wouldn't have wanted to let her out of his sight.

Fleur Delacour knew only that she had been struck by something that managed to put her unconscious, and on the ground., not even able to use a single spell. It was frustrating, yes, but she could feel that it somehow did not matter now.

There was a gentle, and soothing, although faltering sound that she could hear from very close by. From that sound alone, Fleur felt like she was with her mother during a night where the storms crashed against her family home, cradled gently by someone she knew would be able to keep her away from harm, back from the times when she was just a small child. Warm, cozy, loved and protected. Admittedly those days had long since faded, but to suddenly return to them at the very time that she would have needed it, Fleur felt was nothing short of a magical miracle.

Fleur felt very hazy, exhausted. Her eyes only opened a little, to see a person sitting right beside her, with a smile, looking at the ground in front of him. That smile made him seem older, like an old man traveling through years and memory to revisit the times when he truly felt joy. The old man must have touched upon a particularly happy memory, as his smile streaked a little wider and a short rush of air escaped from his nose.

Entranced by the lethargic state of her body, Fleur's eyes shut meekly. But she felt it was alright to do so. A serene song made from calming sound, together with the memory of how tranquil that person's smile was, told Fleur that she was within a sanctuary where no evil could harm her.

Very quickly, that smile was struck from focus, and that song was abruptly halted as hurried footsteps came to replace it. Someone had stood up, and Fleur felt the next thing to happen though her eyes that had been closed. A clear whiteness appeared to her, through her eyelids.

Instantly the weight of where she was, and why Fleur was even here, crashed unto her like a train. With a shaking start, she bolted upright and stood to see that a dementor was viciously close towards a person with familiar hair. It's breath was rancid and arrived with a croaking zombie-like moan. The person waved a wand, and yelled the charm, and out came a large creature with pronounced antlers, white as the light the person was conjuring earlier. The charm crashed into the dementor, but it did not retreat.

For the moment, Fleur was in a state of great pressure and anxiety, and led to a kind of freeze in action. But then, she recognised who the person fighting the dementor off was, and yelled his name.

"Harry!"

Maybe it was Fleur's French accent, but her 'a' sound like an 'ah', and it was more pronounced than anyone else who did it. Her 'H' was very thin and weak, it might not have even existed. The boy turned his face, it was strung with worry, but looked like he knew what he was doing. The worst happened after this, and his protective charm disintegrated, the deer dissipating into the wallowing darkness.

The dementor instantly jumped at Harry, toppling him over and launching his wand out of his hand, Fleur fumbled as she caught it, but it was now nestled into her own hand. Thrusting it at the dementor, fleur yelled out the same words as him out only a little before.

Her wand pointing towards the dementor and the struggling Harry, a magnificent swordfish appeared from the thin end of the wand, and with a sudden realisation, Fleur realised that she was wielding her own wand, the same that Harry had just used. Re-focusing onto the creature, she made it strike and pierce the dementor, finally causing it to release Harry and run away still being chased by the swordfish.

She thought it would have made more sense if it glided away, but Fleur quickly slid to the boy's side and held her hand to his face, checking for anything she might be able to help, but instead found that there was nothing she could do.

'What was that spell?' Thinking to herself, Fleur did not really know what the spell was. Dementors were not common where she were from, and she was familiar only because she had read about them being at Hogwarts last year. She had yelled the incantation because she saw Harry using it to keep the dementor away. 'Horrible creature'. Harry's eyes, through his glasses were shut, and Fleur thought that he looked very unassuming like this. The topic of her wand came to her. She had almost dropped it, then used it to drive the dementor away, but why was Harry using her wand?

A curious desire filled her as she began to feel around his pockets. His own wand was in the right pocket of his pants. She gave him a look of question, even though he was asleep, and gently took it out for a look. Fleur felt nothing special about it, and put it back, only now thinking that it might have been a rude thing to do. She shifted him a little, and she sat by him.

Returning to her thoughts, Fleur wandered back to only moments ago. There was a bit of warmth coming from the spell she had just used and the swordfish that she had unknowingly summoned. Thinking of that, it brought her back to the calming song that was still in her mind, and that, to the serene smile that she found a little after.

To Harry Potter, joy can be found in many things. An exciting game of quidditch, or truly meeting his godfather for the first time, even Draco Malfoy being transfigured into a tiny animal and being bounced around by a laughing madman. But between all of those things, they did not last very long. Beyond all of those things, Harry felt that he found joy whenever he was with Ron and Hermione. Dull stretches of schoolwork and essays became more appealing, and even doable only because he was doing so with the two of them. He might not have stopped to think about it, but Harry Potter would not have been the legendary Harry Potter without the aid of two kids who had turned up in that little compartment on a full train.

Now, Harry could admit that he felt something a little bit like joy. There was a vision of a person, gently smiling and holding his head as he lied across the floor. Her touch felt instilled with a sense of trust and compassion.

The image faded away as Harry felt the light prickle of grass against his exposed hand, and the coldness of the ground through his jacket. Opening his eyes, he turned to his left and right and saw that Fleur Delacour was watching him as he sat himself up.

"Harry, why d-" This was the question that Harry already knew, and already had an answer to. "Fleur, I... I heard you scream." He sat to face her, but was in silence for a moment.

She asked about her wand.

"Oh, yes, sorry. It came out of nowhere, the dementor, and I sort of...just panicked." Fleur, meanwhile, took in this with a face foretelling of disbelief. "Harry... urm." She swallowed first, and spoke slowly. "My wand is made so that the core is of the hair of a veela. My grandmother's." At the blank look he gave at the wand, she continued. "If a wizard uses a wand that has the hair of a veela as a core, but is not the one that the wand chooses, the wand may... refuse to cast the spell, or might even backfire towards the caster."

Harry managed to contain a laugh at the memory of someone vomiting slugs, though a tiny smile crossed across his lips. But he got serious very quickly, listening to her again. "This has always happened whenever someone tried to use my wand." Fleur thought back to when some girls who had stolen her wand tried to cast a jinx towards her, but instead erupted with tightly knotted hair that could not be magically fixed for half a week. "Do... do you know...how you did so?" Harry gave her a shake of his head, and a meager answer. "No, I...I just needed a wand to protect us from the dementor, and I must have gotten your wand, instead of mine. Sorry." But Fleur just smiled at him.

Suddenly the thought of the spell she used popped into mind.

"Oh, Harry."

"Yeah?" He was looking the other way when she spoke.

"That spell you used against the dementor before... what was it?" At this, Harry gave her a look of bemusement, and started slowly. "Fleur, that... that was the Patronus Charm." He gave her a serious look before turning toward the hedge opposite them. "Was that your first time? Using the Patronus?" He turned to catch her nodding "Yes."

"Wow..." Harry had gone to look amazed at the hedge again.

"What?"

"It's just that... it took me a while to use it when I learned it last year." Harry saw that Fleur was giving him an intense look. "You can make a Patronus, thats that wispy stuff that comes out of the end of the wand, you can make one by thinking of a happy memory, something that you're really fond of... But Fleur."

She looked him the eye. Harry felt momentarily stunned.

"What you've done there, was cast a full-bodied Patronus. That's really good, and on your first go, to!" He gave her an excited look, and grinned happily.

"Thank you, Harry." Fleur returned a little smile. "I was thinking of... a song that was so gentle to hear, and then a person smiling so sweetly. But... I've never heard, or seen these things until very recently tonight. I never remember having them before."

"That's strange. But lucky, hey?" Harry's grin spread across to Fleur's lips, and she stood up.

"Harry, we should go, I do not think it is safe here. The dementor might come back." Although Harry might have felt otherwise, he went along with her anyway.

Through the darkness of the night, and the eerie confines of the maze, Harry and Fleur tread carefully through one of it's many paths. There was nothing like an agreement, that stuck them together like this. But neither of the two wanted otherwise.

Fleur led the way forward, through what might have been the same path for the twelfth time, but he said nothing. Harry was more concerned about checking behind them for any kind of creature that would jump out at them, and checking forwards for anything that Fleur might have missed his wand swishing along with his hand. He was filled with such anxiety that something was going to happen now that the two of them had gone all silent.

As for Fleur, she was trying to take slow, calming breaths. She found that it had no success in putting her nerves to rest. She began to think about the song she had heard earlier, going through it's gentle sounds again and again in her head. It took a little while, but she felt much more at ease, and she was even grinning a little at it.

The two of them walked along slowly as they crossed through past a way that led right.

The song in her mind lapped with the much quieter song in her ears, and Fleur whipped around. Harry was startled at her sudden movement, and looked a little guilty.

"Fleur! I'm sorry, it's just something Hermione suggested that I hum when I feel nervous!" But Harry quickly stopped talking once he saw that her eyes were wide, and her mouth open in the slightest. Fleur had a look of shock mixed in disbelief. Before Fleur could say anything, the two turned sideways.

A creature sat there, like a cat, hardly aggressive. It looked to have a thin fur on its body, but it's face was that of a mystical sphinx. It looked expectant of the two. Black and gold jewelry hung from it's ears. The creature spoke.

"Your path forward is blocked. But a riddle will be your key. Fail, and I will devour you both. Turn back now if you fear death."

Fleur stood forward in front of Harry. "We will take your riddle." She looked backwards to a distressed Harry and said "Don't worry, Dumbledore would not let it kill anyone if he put it in the maze." She turned her head back towards the sphinx.

"What power goes beyond death?"

What could be stronger than death? What did that even mean? Fleur racked her mind trying to think of what on earth the sphinx could be talking about. Her head went at first towards a story involving death and three brothers, but she wouldn't hang her one guess and Harry's on a fairy tale. She turned back to Harry, but no luck as he did not have an answer. A couple of ideas ran through her before she came to look at Harry inquisitively.

"Harry, do you have an idea of how you survived the attack by You-know-who?"

Harry tried to remember anything about Dumbledore telling him about how he became the Boy Who Lived. Scanning the sphinx as if the answer could be gleamed by looking at it's features. He wished he was Hermione, she could probably remember everything if she tried a little. He came at last to the memory of his defeat of the Dark Lord who was possessing Professor Quirrel. Of how he became unconscious after his spirit whirled away, and how the Philosopher's Stone had arrived in his pocket. Dumbledore said that Harry had defeated Voldemort with...

"Love." Harry looked deeply into Fleur's eyes, realising now that she had a nice shade of blue for her eyes, before turning back to the sphinx, partly embarrassed at himself. "It's love."

"You are correct. Very well. You may proceed."

The sphinx stood on its four legs, did a stretch and jumped into the hedge of the maze. Fleur seemed to get a little shorter as she relaxed her shoulders. As for Harry, he was astounded that she came up with that. "That was brilliant, Fleur." the two felt like they had just run a race since they were so tense. They were even breathing heavily.

"Thank you Harry. I realised the answer as I looked at you." She gave him a wide grin "You don't think the sphinx was really going to eat us, right? Like they do in the story?"

Harry himself gained a similar grin. "I really wasn't sure. I was actually about scarper myself..." He began to look at her directly in the eyes again, and lost his words. Fleur's grin turned into a little smile before she sighed sadly.

"Fleur... what's wrong?" Harry gained a troubled look, thinking he might have been tactless.

Fleur seemed cautious after he said it, but then she slowly took a breath, and exhaled.

"Harry, I'm a... part-veela." Fleur made sure that their eyes met this time. He didn't seem to understand. "It means that I can enchant men... make them do things. I don't like it. It makes it hard to tell who really wants to be my friend, and even gives me enemies I myself never make." She turned away, folding her arms. Harry looked straight onwards, away from Fleur, possibly ashamed. "Oh."

"I don't mind it." She peeked back towards Harry, who was determined.

"I didn't like when you called me a little boy before." He made an offhand smirk, before returning to face her. "But when I saw you and your sister after the second challenge... it reminded me a little bit of my parents." Fleur was facing him wholly now. "It made me think of how much they must have loved me... even if I might not remember much about it."

"Any person who's like that with the ones that they love... I'd say is a good person. Forget what other people might say about you." The face that Fleur made to him felt so full of compassion that Harry didn't feel like he was in the maze of the Tri-Wizard Tournament. He felt like he could be anywhere, but Fleur was always there, with her blue crinkled eyes.

A sly grin spread across her lips. "Harry. You are so sweet. I would think that you are within my spell already." she giggled, and Harry did as well, a little pinker than usual despite the place.

There was the sound of a crashing and thumping, and the two competitors faced the wide night where the disturbance came from. Using the 'Point Me' spell that Harry had forgotten completely about, Fleur nudged her head towards a path that lead into fog.

"Should we go, Harry?" It didn't feel like a question, but Harry mumbled agreement and followed her lead.

"I might have killed the basilisk, but the truth is, if Ron' s wand hadn't blown up in Lockheart's face, Ginny would have died, and I wouldn't have any clue about the magical world. Bet the Durselys would love that." Harry said as he walked beside Fleur. They seemed to forget that they were in a dangerous maze

Fleur had a relaxed atmosphere around her as she led him with 'Point Me'. They believed they were going towards where the cup was, but were really just hoping that the thud and crash from before were somewhere close to it.

"It sounds like you really appreciate your friends, Harry." He was already digging into memory of the efforts of Ron and Hermione, and found that they were a huge part of his life, way bigger than he thought. The two had rescued his life at least once each. Ron in first year reminding Hermione that she was a witch with the Devil's Snare. Hermione in second with that rogue bludger. That one might have been different, but Harry didn't remember anyone else doing anything, and even then, it was her Time Turner that had allowed the escape of Sirius Black of the dementors. He inwardly grimaced at the Harry Potter who never encountered either of them in the train.

"They're as much a part of me as my own wand. Although there aren't much who would believe that." Fleur would have said something nice about her friends, but had suddenly stopped. For a clear duet of yells and screams echoed very closely.

The two broke into a desperate sprint. Lefts and rights of the layered leaves of hedges passed by like a haze as Harry and Fleur chanced upon a clearing, with their goal, the cup sitting upon an elevated pedestal, like a tiny pyramid. And a little underneath it...

"Crucio!"

A highly pitched incantation. A tortured scream.

"Cedric!" Harry yelled with all his breath. But it was drowned in the older boy's cries.

Fleur's hands snapped to her mouth at what was before her.

A tall figure, draped in long black robes like darkness itself was standing over a hunched Cedric Diggory, who was spasming uncontrollably. His back was turned towards Harry, but the parts that he could see, the head and arms, where pale as snow. His wand was pointed at Cedric, but his head rose up, sensing him.

Harry did not need the figure to turn to know who that was. It was already in his mind. Snake-like red eyes, a thin mouth, and a noseless face. When Harry saw the figure's face, it was like his imagination had taken form in front of him, even if he did not himself believe it. The Dark Lord was supposed to be in hiding.

Harry walked forwards. Fleur was still in shock, frozen, as before.

"Harry Potter... the Boy Who Lived."

Voldemort seemed to glide forward, away from Cedric. His wand was clearly readied at his side, even in the dim light of the clearing.

"Ready your wand, Harry!"

His yell felt like a crushing force at his heart. "If you have been chosen as a champion of the Tri-Wizard Tournament, you would know how to duel, yes?" Harry rubbed his thumb over the handle of his wand. "Good, good. And now, now. We bow!" Voldemort bowed courteously, it barely lasted a second before he whipped his wand, and Harry was forced to do the same. He grunted against the force pushing his back down into the bow.

"Harry Potter. After tonight, you will be remembered, not as the Boy Who Lived, but as the fool who resisted Lord Voldemort!"

Something clicked for Harry right there. The overpowering force over his back now gone, he looked right into those red slitted eyes. Harry saw the same thing happened for Voldemort as well.

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Expelliarmus!"

Harry had to hold on to his wand with both hands, he felt it might have launched from his grip as the force he was pushing against threatened to knock him off of his feet.

What was usually a short burst of red light came out as a torrent of red energy, where it collided with another torrent of green coming from Voldemort's wand, and merged into a bright yellow point. The point wavered and staggered at the whims of the two spells, and some kind of bright liquid-like residue was constantly being expunged from where their spells battled, onto the grass, burning it.

The yellow point came closer to Harry, and he pucked his lips. The subconscious mind took him through to the people in the maze.

Fleur was right behind him, watching the duel like it was a deciding of her fate. He needed her to be alive. Cedric was right down behind Voldemort, if not Fleur, he would be the next Voldemort would kill. And Krum, who Harry had not seen since the ceremony at the entrance. He would not even know what killed him. It was down to Harry. Only he could protect them now. Only he could defeat Voldemort.

Harry somehow put more force and tension into the wand, and the glowing white point slowly inched away from his ground, and was pushed back towards Voldemort, who looked unperturbed by it.

It gained speed as it moved forward, away from Harry, and as Harry forced it into Voldemort's wand, it was flung from his hands, towards him. There was a green eruption of light, and Harry could see that Voldemort was yelling, disintegrating into a thousand specs of darkness to be carried away by the night. His wand flew through the night.

Harry caught the wand that flew his way, but found that it had been horrifically snapped. Falling to his knees, Harry felt himself lean sideways. And he would have hit the ground, if not for Fleur's coming to his side, holding his face with her warm and soft hands. As the darkness encroached the ends of his vision, he heard Fleur yelling something, and saw Cedric bathed in a distant, red light.

Harry's eyes shut against his wishes, and he fell asleep.

The next day, news had come around of what had happened in the maze. After a great deal of time, the teachers themselves were about to enter the maze, when a red flare was seen right around where the cup had been placed.

Professor McGonagall was the first to arrive. She found her star seeker in the arms of the Beuxbaton champion, who looked as if she was holding a corpse. As Headmaster Dumbledore appeared, the two found that Cedric Diggory was lying unconscious in front of the plinth of the Tri-Wizard cup, his eyes open in a frozen state of terror.

A little later on, Professor Snape had found Viktor Krum in a similar state. But the majority of the rumours that had popped up around Hogwarts were not about what might have happened to have left the champions in the state that they were in, but were about the witches who very often visited Harry in the hospital wing of the school, along with the usuals.

"Fleur, he's waking!" A short girl, who was a couple of years younger than Harry urged her sister to the stirring boy.

The two had visited Harry at a time when the Hogwarts students were busy with something. Either an assembly or classes, neither knew.

Fleur watched as the Boy Who Lived stuck his arm out towards the bedside table to his right, fumbling for his glasses. He must have not heard Gabrielle. Fleur was about to put his glasses on for him, but they were already on by the time she stood out of her seat. He sat up from his bed, and blinked himself to wide eyes.

"Fleur! Gabrielle! What are you doing here?" Harry felt incredibly lucky that the name of Fleur's little sister had popped into his mind. He didn't get his answer.

Fleur was upon him like a mother tending to her sick son.

"Harry, I thought the worst!" She was clearly very close to crying, she was already sobbing. Kissing and stroking his hair as she hugged him, Harry had to fight to halt the thought that her chest was very close. Gabrielle was on his other side, holding his arm.

"When I heard what had happened, I was very scared for you and Fleur. But I was so relieved when the matron said that you were alive." Gabrielle smiled happily. "Thanks, Gabrielle... are you alright, by the way?

Fleur said something in French, and laughed heartily. "He is only waking and he is only worried about you, Gabrielle." She released him from her coddling, and Harry was forced to look into Fleur's beautiful blue eyes as she checked the sides of his face for cuts or bruises. Fleur's touch left an unnatural warmth wherever she put her hands, and Harry felt her French had a particularly powerful reaction on him. He swallowed nervously.

"Fleur, I..." Harry tried to get her to stop moving his face around, but found his arms were powerless. "Yes, Harry?" Fleur retracted her hand, staring curiously at what Harry had to say. He gulped again.

"When I was fighting... with Voldemort..." Harry muttered an apology, forgetting the name brought some feelings of pain with it's mention. "I thought of everyone there. You, me Cedric, and Victor." She was looking at him with something else entirely now.

"But I thought most about you. And I knew that no matter what happened, I knew that I didn't want you to die..." At the time, Harry didn't know why, the tension wrought that thought into the ground. But now, he had an answer.

"While I was out. It came and went, you see. I kept seeing you and your sister, huddled together after the second task cold, but still, together. And... I must have imagined it, but... I saw you reading to Gabrielle when you were both younger." Harry stammered at the look she was giving him, but continued. "There was a birthday to, and cake, as well!" He grinned, but couldn't describe the smile Fleur was giving him. There were small tears in her eyes. She sobbed once.

"I think, that I've never felt happier... I just kept seeing you with your family, laughing, smiling... just being together. I've never felt so much..." He had lost the word he was thinking of, but Fleur's smile widened.

"Love..." She finished. She caught his eyes, and the two shared a meaningful grin. They laughed a little bit. Then the large doors of the hospital wing yawned open. Fleur retreated backwards, but the look she gave him never disappeared.

Harry had come to expect that whenever he woke up in the hospital, that Ron and Hermione would come up to meet him as soon as possible, along with Fred and George and Ginny and his other friends, like Neville. But he didn't think that he would see Mr. and Mrs. Weasley coming up to him, both pleasantly cheerful to see him awake.

The ensuing moments were filled with such amounts of mirth, laughter, and joy. But Harry knew he had to see Dumbledore very soon.

Some days after the Tri-Wizard Tournament came to an, admittedly disappointing end, without a 'victor', the time came when the students from Beuxbatons, and the students from Durmstrang would return to their homelands.

Harry stood with Ron and Hermione in the courtyard, watching with a smile the students who didn't think much of each other a little while ago. They hugged, shook hands and laughed with one another. Victor Krum came over to them, and asked for some time with Hermione. She gave her friends a look as she walked with Krum. Ron didn't seem very impressed. After a while, he gave Harry a nod as he tried to look inconspicuous walking off the way Hermione went.

Very quickly, Fleur Delacour was stood right in front of him. All prettied up in the blue robes she arrived at Hogwarts with, and her lips quite a pretty red. Little Gabrielle was at her side, dressed similarly. He smirked slightly.

"Something tells me, you were waiting for Ron to leave." Fleur floated a coy grin towards him. "I thought that now would be the last time I could capture you with my charm." They chuckled. Gabrielle did as well. Harry suddenly stopped laughing and his eyes grew a little wide. Noticing this, Fleur squealed, laughing as she hid her mouth with her hands. Eventually, she handed him something. It looked like a letter.

"Here, our address. I thought we might keep in contact... I... I don't want this to be the last time that we see each other." Fleur huffed her chest, it seemed like it was to keep strong as she felt herself beginning to sob again. At least, Harry thought so. Harry stood up straighter than he did, and took the letter like it was a profound piece of jewelry. He looked up at her, visibly confounded.

Fleur gave him a precious, reassuring smile as she raised her hands to hold his cheeks as she kissed them. Gabrielle gave him a hug.

"Goodbye, Harry. I sincerely wish that you come and visit us in France. Maman and Papa will love you!" A kind of horn-like sound echoed through the courtyard. "Well, Harry. Au revoir." Fleur and Gabrielle gave him a long wave as they were lost into a column of blue, discernible only by their particularly bright tone of blonde hair.

Ron came back. "What did they want?" He stood next to Harry as the last of their bright hair disappeared. "Oh. Nothing, I'll tell you later." Harry hid the letter, feeling very embarrassed. Hermione appeared, calling to them.

"Come on! We can still wave them off as they leave!" Harry and Ron shared a look as they took off after Hermione.

Their magical carriage, along with the many winged horses, was parked right by the lake. Countless Hogwarts students had turned up to say their goodbyes to the visitors, Beuxbaton and Durmstrang alike with cheers and whatnot. Harry waved enthusiastically as the carriage picked up speed. He thought he found Fleur's and Gabrielle's face in a window, and gave them both a double thumbs-up, beaming entirely.

Soon the carriage was just a dot in the sky, and the Durmstrang ship had sunken beneath the waves, though there were still students excitedly sending them off with waves and cheers.

Harry turned, and saw Hermione standing expectantly, arms folded and a smug look on her face.

"She gave you a letter, didn't she?" Her smirk widened at him.

Harry went red in the face for the girl who had kissed him several times.

The end. I hope you enjoyed this little one shot. it was pretty cool to write for me to.

well. goodbye! :)