Harry Potter :Diamond Heart

We do not have access to our own libraries, Hermione,' Viktor reminded her in his thick accent. He seemed on the verge of laughter at her vehemence. 'It is a good sign. Fleur Delacour is winning, if she has the book we want it means we are on the right track.'

Yes it does, she thought a little smugly, glad that there was at least some mutual respect between the champions if not the rest of the schools.

'It's still a bad idea,' Hermione sniffed. 'She's bewitched Harry already, and he was joint second with you. You're her next target, Viktor, her nearest competition.'

'You think because she is veela she will manage to charm me into letting her win.' Fleur could hear the smile in his tone as she leant against the bookshelf. 'I am from Bulgaria, we have a proud tradition of veela witches there, they rarely stoop to such a thing. Besides, I am very competitive, I do not let anyone beat me.' 'And Harry? She used her allure on him, everyone knows that.'

Fleur ground her teeth but listened regardless. She needed to know what Harry would be hearing.

'He did not seem enthralled by her at the Yule Ball,' Viktor dismissed. 'You can tell when someone is under the charm of a veela, it shows in their eyes. I have never seen it in his, Harry Potter is more more resistant than I am, so even if she tried she must have failed. It hardly matters given the location of the next task. A veela is at a disadvantage in such conditions.'

'Only if you manage to transfigure yourself,' Hermione reminded him.

'Exactly why I should be concentrating on learning the details of this diagram and not getting distracted talking with pretty girls.'

Hermione huffed loudly, but Fleur could tell she was flattered.

'It's only a partial transfiguration,' Viktor continued, 'I shall be fine, but we should keep our voices down, Fleur Delacour is in the library too and might come back this way.'

'Maybe she brought the book back,' Hermione wondered eagerly as Fleur started her search for breathing enchantments in earnest.

'It will not be returned until after the task.' She faintly caught Viktor's chuckle at the younger girl's naivety.

Of course it won't be, Fleur scoffed, locating the right section of the library.

There were a surprising number of books on enchanted items that turned water breathable. Fleur found her preferred choice in one the older less obviously useful books. A study of the greek wizarding city of Atlantis that had been collapsed into the sea by the eruption of the volcano Santorini over a millennia ago. The wizards there had made a great deal of money raising and growing aquatic plants and coral, but needed a way of harvesting them.

Their solution had been to develop an enchantment that effectively summoned the oxygen from the water around and kept a thin, but constant layer of it on the reverse, or dry, side of the enchanted item. Fleur was half-tempted to use it on all of her clothing to try and keep the water from interfering with the flow of her magic. It was cited as the precursor to the bubble-head charm, but Fleur felt that the popularity of the newer charm was probably more down to a widespread lack of enchanting ability than any true superiority over the simple, ancient solution of the people of Atlantis.

She couldn't cast and test the enchantment here, however, which meant it was time to return to the Beauxbatons carriage.

The fastest way back was through the Great Hall. It was the most likely place she would see Harry and with that in mind Fleur couldn't quite bring herself to reapply the disillusionment charm she had used to arrive.

There were a lot of stares. Fleur ignored them, her polite smile never slipped until she passed by the entrance of the Great Hall. It crumbled the moment she caught sight of the head of unruly, black hair and twisted into something both bitter and longing without Fleur's permission.

Harry was sitting at the far end of the Gryffindor table, staring up at the vast, stained glass window that covered the end opposite to the door.

She made the first few metres into the hall without really thinking about it. Harry needed to be told what had happened, why it had happened, and that she was going to be occupied for a bit.

Fleur had made halfway down the tables before looking around at the other students and then back at Harry. Her smile fell from her face, whatever form it had taken crumbling away.

I don't really know why it happened.

She had no idea what she would say and there were so many people around them. Her indecision froze her for the briefest instant.

I can't do it.

Her pride had deserted her. No number of polite smiles would save her from how much it might hurt if she made a mistake and ruined the friendship she hoped they might be able to build.

Very slowly and quietly Fleur turned and walked back the way she had come.

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