"Keep your opinions, and your hands, to yourself."
"Y-yes my Lord."
Seconds later Gabrielle Delacour spotted them, and discreetly made her way across the room to where the two boys were seated.
"You are Harry Potter?"
"I am, and you must be Fleur's younger sister."
"Oui" the girl nodded happily, her eyes staring into his own. "Fleur said you accepted her invite to the dance."
"I did."
The pout that appeared on her face was adorable on the Luna scale.
"Oh poo."
"Something wrong my dear?"
"I was hoping you would ask me instead." the way she fluttered her eyelids earned a chuckle from the teen, she was certainly going to be a handful later in life.
"Well I simply did not have the chance. Besides I am but a lowly celebrity, I could not work up the courage to ask a princess such as yourself." The young French girl grinned at the compliment.
"Then I can forgive you… this time . But I will expect an invitation from now on."
Harry nodded cordially, "Of course, if there are any further inter-school dances this year you will be my first choice."
"Good, also I will expect flowers and…"
"Gabbie!"
The younger girl winced slightly at the tone her sister had called out with as the French Champion stomped over to where she was.
"You are done with mama and papa, Fleur?" the young girl inquired, as innocently as possible.
" Oui " Fleur all but growled out, "and now that you have met my date I believe mama and papa would like to…"
"Meet your date as well Fleur, how thoughtful of you to offer." her father interrupted as he looked over the boy-who-lived, with his wife standing silently nearby. Said student promptly rose and gave a slight bow to the man.
"Lord Delacour, Madam Delacour, it is an honor to meet you both."
"You as well Lord Potter, we have heard quite a bit about you." he returned, earning a cheeky grin. Fleur, on the other hand heard something else in her father's words, and it sent trembles of uncertainty down her spine.
"All good things I hope."
"Nothing but the best I assure you. I also heard that my daughter asked you to the Yule Ball."
With a nod the teen matched his gaze, "Yes, it was quite surprising I must admit. We hadn't really spoken much up until that point, so I am unsure as to why your beautiful daughter would have chosen me."
The man's eyes shone with cunning as he began his plotting immediately, "Perhaps we can discuss it in private? As a father I simply must insist on getting to know my daughter's choice in dates."
Before Fleur could voice her protest, Harry had nodded his consent, and she felt her stomach drop.
...
"So, Ron" the Irish Gryffindor began, trying to force the redhead's attention away from glaring at the Slytherin table. Sure, he liked spending time with his roommate, but he would be the first to admit that the Weasley had more than a few jealousy problems. "Are you planning on going to the Ball?"
"Hm?"
"The Yule Ball Ron…" Dean chimed in, thankful for the distraction, "You know, that big dance that all the girls want to go to…"
"Oh… yeah that. I mean Lav is going with me so…"
"Uh… are you sure…" Seamus inquired, gesturing over to where a few boys were talking with said girl. Ron stood, and stomped over to where his 'girlfriend' was sitting and being flirted with.
"I'm just saying miss Brown that you can do so much better than Ronald Weasley of all people." An older Gryffindor huskily whispered, earning a blush and giggle from the girl.
The youngest Weasley son promptly stood and stomped over, gritting his teeth as he approached the group, "What. Are. You. Doing!?"
"Oh, hello Ron, I am sitting here talking to some of our Housemates."
Glaring at the older boys, who proceeded to return the look, the redhead's face continued to shift colors to match his hair until a few more moments passed before the younger boy snarled and grabbed her by the arm before pulling her out of the Main Hall and into a more private corner.
"What the hell is wrong with you!? Flirting with some… some boys ?"
Ripping her arm from his hold she was quick to snap back, " They were flirting with me and I don't see the problem in it."
"The problem is that we are together, which means that you are going with me to the Ball!"
"Oh?" the girl put a finger to her mouth in contemplation, "You know I could have sworn that I saw you asking a certain French Witch to the Ball not even a week ago…"
The boy flushed with an embarrassed anger before muttering back, "I mean… that isn't… that doesn't mean anything…"
"Ah so you can flirt and ask someone else, but I am not allowed to?"
"Exactly! If Potter can have more than one girl…"
It was her turn to growl back at the boy, forcing him back a few steps as she poked forcefully at his chest. " You are not Harry and you listen to me Ronald Weasley. If you want any chance of going to the dance with me then you are going to ask me…"
"Lav I…"
"PROPERLY!" She interrupted with a shout, scaring away any lingering students in the area. "You are going to do it in the middle of the Great Hall, with everyone watching. You will get down on one knee and you will tell me how much of a prat you have been and beg for me to take you back and forgive your stupidity. Then and only then will I go with you."
"B-b-but Lav… that's embarrassing…"
"You think it was any less embarrassing having my so-called boyfriend drooling and stuttering over some foreign girl when I was in the same room, which Harry did not do by the way!"
"I…"
"You have your answer. I expect your reply by this weekend, or I will find someone else to go with."
With that she stormed off, leaving behind a sulking Gryffindor who took to muttering about how everything was 'Potter's fault.'
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