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Harry’s footsteps echoed softly in the cold stone hallway as he made his way to Gryffindor Tower. It was late afternoon and the castle was almost deserted, save for the occasional murmur of one painting speaking to another or the distant creak of suits of armor guarding the halls. Harry couldn’t help but smile as he remembered the sense of relief he’d felt after the second task of the Triwizard Tournament the day before. His breathing had been icy and his lungs had burned from the effort, but he’d managed to save Ron and, in the process, Gabrielle Delacour. He hadn’t thought much of it at the time, he’d simply acted.
As they turned a corner, a figure stepped out from an adjacent hallway, her long silver hair shining like liquid moonlight in the torchlight. It was Fleur Delacour, the Beauxbatons champion, she stood there, tall and elegant, her crystal blue eyes fixed on him with a startling intensity. Her presence was magnetic, an almost tangible force, and Harry felt his feet slow involuntarily as Fleur walked towards him with a grace that seemed out of this world. Before he could decide whether to stop or keep walking, Fleur smiled at him.
“‘Arry Potter” her French accent wrapping around his name like a silken ribbon. Her voice carried a hint of excitement, but also something measured and deliberate. She stepped closer, movements fluid, almost ethereal. “I ‘ave been looking for you”
Harry blinked, caught off guard. “Oh, um, hi” he stammered, awkwardly adjusting the strap of his book bag. “Looking for me? Why?”
Fleur’s expression softened, her lips curving into a faint smile. “To zank you, of course. For saving my soeur Sister, Gabrielle. I ‘ave already remerciéThanked you before, but it does not feel like enougt”
Harry flushed, shaking his head quickly. “You don’t have to thank me again. Really, I didn’t even think about it. I just… acted”
Fleur tilted her head slightly, studying him with an intensity that made him fidget. Her smile grew wider, a hint of amusement playing in her eyes. “Oui, zat is why it is even more remarkable. You did not think—you acted. You are brave, ‘Arry, but also selfless. Zis is not so common, even among wizards”
Harry shrugged uncomfortably. “It was the right thing to do. I couldn’t just leave her there”
“Still” Fleur persisted, “I must do somesing to repay you. Is zere anysing you desire? A book? A keepsake from France, peut-être?Perhaps Name it, and it will be yours”
Harry hesitated, glancing down at his scuffed shoes. “I don’t really want anything. I’m not like—” He paused, unsure if he should finish the thought. “I’m not like some people who’d expect something in return for doing the right thing”
Fleur’s eyes flickered with an emotion Harry couldn’t quite place—approval, perhaps, or maybe curiosity. She nodded slowly. “Zat is noble of you, but…” She paused, her expression turning thoughtful. “It is also a problem”
“A problem?” Harry repeated, confused.
“Oui” Fleur said, clasping her hands in front of her. “You see, it was my responsibility to protect Gabrielle during ze task. My failure put her in danger. Now, because you saved her, I owe you a debt”
Harry scratched the back of his neck, suddenly feeling very self-conscious. “You don’t owe me anything, Fleur. Really”
She sighed, a sound both exasperated and amused, and fixed him with a pointed look. “Non, non, non. Zis will not do. I cannot simply let zis go. You must allow me to do somesing for you”
Harry racked his brain for a polite way to decline, but Fleur’s unwavering gaze made it clear she wouldn’t accept refusal. Finally, he muttered, “I can’t think of anything”
Fleur’s lips twitched, as if she were suppressing a laugh. “You are very… how do you say… humble, ‘Arry. But zis will not work. If you will not tell me what you want, zen I will decide for you”
Before Harry could protest, she continued, her tone brightening. “Zis town, Hogsmeade, yes? it is a charming place. You will accompany me zere on Saturday morning. I will buy you somesing to settle my debt”
Harry blinked, startled. “What? Hogsmeade? Together?”
“Oui” Fleur said matter-of-factly, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. She stepped closer, expression one of finality. “Zat is quoiWhat we will do. I will meet you at ze castle gates on Saturday morning. Do not be late, ‘Arry Potter”
Harry opened his mouth to reply, but no words came out. Fleur gave him a satisfied nod, then turned on her heel, her silvery hair swishing behind her as she strode gracefully down the corridor. Her perfume lingered in the air, a subtle blend of floral and citrus that made Harry’s head spin.
He stood frozen, staring after her until she disappeared around a corner. It was only then that the reality of the situation hit him.
“Wait” he muttered aloud, his voice echoing faintly in the empty corridor. “Did I just… agree to a date with Fleur Delacour?”
Back in the Gryffindor common room, Harry sank into his favorite armchair by the fire, his thoughts a tangled mess. Ron and Hermione sat nearby, but he barely registered their presence. The words "Hogsmeade" and "Fleur Delacour" echoed in his head like a mantra.
The morning air was crisp, the sky painted in soft hues of gold and blue as Harry stood nervously by the castle gates. He had taken more care than usual in dressing, donning his best robes—ones he hoped weren’t too formal but didn’t scream “school uniform” either. He adjusted his collar for what felt like the hundredth time, glancing at the path leading from the castle. Every passing second felt like an eternity, his thoughts a jumbled mess of anticipation and self-doubt.
What was he doing? This was Fleur Delacour—stunning, sophisticated Fleur Delacour. She belonged in a world of elegance and charm that seemed galaxies away from his own. Yet, here he was, waiting for her, his heart pounding.
Finally, movement caught his eye. Fleur appeared at the top of the castle steps, and Harry felt his breath hitch. She looked radiant, her silvery hair cascading over her shoulders like liquid starlight. Her cloak, deep blue with subtle silver embroidery, fit her elegantly, accentuating her poise and grace. She walked with an effortless confidence, her heels clicking softly against the stone path, her gaze locked on him with a warm smile that sent Harry’s nerves into overdrive.
“Bonjour Hello, ‘Arry” she greeted, voice as melodic as ever.
“H-Hi” Harry stammered, managing a weak smile. “You… uh, you look great”
Fleur’s smile widened, and her eyes gleamed with a hint of amusement.“Merci Thanks. You are looking quite beau Handsome ‘Arry” she greeted, voice as melodic as ever.
Harry felt his cheeks flush. He tried to focus on anything other than the fact that Fleur Delacour had just called him handsome.
“Shall we?” she said, motioning towards the gates.
Harry nodded quickly, falling into step beside her as they made their way towards the carriages that would take them to Hogsmeade. The rhythmic crunch of their footsteps on the frosty ground filled the silence, though it was far from uncomfortable. If anything, Fleur’s presence had a calming quality, even as it set his heart racing.
When they reached the carriages, Harry instinctively opened the door for Fleur. She stepped inside gracefully, her movements so fluid they seemed almost rehearsed. Harry followed, sitting opposite her in the small, intimate space. The Thestral pulling the carriage gave a snort before they began their smooth journey towards the village.
To Harry’s surprise, Fleur began to talk easily, her voice light and conversational. She asked him about his life at Hogwarts, his friends, and even his classes. Harry, feeling a little less tongue-tied as the minutes passed, found himself answering her questions and asking some of his own. Fleur’s laugh was soft and musical, and her responses were full of wit and charm.
“Your Defense Against ze Dark Arts professor… zis one is ze called Mad-Eye Moody, non?” Fleur asked, her lips quirking into a smile. “Is really he as mad as zey say?”
Harry chuckled. “He’s… unique, that’s for sure. He’s always going on about ‘constant vigilance.’”
“Ah, oui” Fleur said, eyes twinkling. “Ze French Ministry has similar types—men who believe danger lurks in every shadow. Zey can be quite entertaining”
Harry found himself laughing, feeling oddly at ease despite the circumstances. Fleur was easy to talk to—her warmth and humor cutting through his nerves like sunlight through mist.
When the carriage came to a gentle stop, Harry moved to step out first. He turned back to offer Fleur his hand. She raised an elegant eyebrow but placed her hand in his without hesitation. Her touch was soft but firm, and Harry carefully helped her down.
As her feet touched the ground, Fleur didn’t let go of his hand. Instead, she slid her arm through his, intertwining it with his own. The gesture was so natural, so effortless, that Harry didn’t realize what had happened until it was already done. His heart leapt into his throat, and his face flushed a deep crimson.
“You do not mind, do you?” Fleur asked, eyes sparkling mischievously as she glanced at him.
“N-no, not at all” Harry stammered, his voice a little higher than he intended.
Fleur gave him a pleased smile. “You are very sweet, ‘Arry”
The bustling streets of Hogsmeade greeted them with the hum of conversation and the comforting smells of fresh pastries and butterbeer. Snow still clung to the rooftops, glinting in the morning sunlight, and the air was filled with the kind of cheerful energy that seemed unique to the village.
“Is zere anywhere special you would like to go?” Fleur asked, her arm still comfortably linked with his.
Harry hesitated, glancing around. “Uh… I’m not sure. Have you been here before?”
“Oui, I came with my friends” Fleur said with a small shrug. “But it would not be bad to take a tour with someone who knows ze town”
Harry frowned slightly, glancing at her. “But if you’ve been here before, why would you need a tour?”
Fleur smiled, her expression as warm as it was enigmatic. “Because, mon cher My dear, ‘Arry” she greeted, voice as melodic as ever.
Harry felt his face heat up again, and he looked away, his mind racing. He didn’t understand French women. Not at all. Fleur’s words seemed to carry layers of meaning he couldn’t quite unravel, and the way she looked at him only added to his confusion. Was she teasing him? Or was she being sincere? Harry couldn’t tell.
“Well” he said, trying to keep his voice steady, “I guess I could show you around a bit”
“Zat would be lovely” Fleur said, giving his arm a gentle squeeze.
As they began their stroll through the village, Harry pointed out some of the key landmarks—the Three Broomsticks, Zonko’s Joke Shop, Honeydukes. Fleur listened attentively, asking questions here and there, her genuine interest making Harry feel unexpectedly proud.
At one point, they stopped in front of a small, quaint bookstore. Fleur tilted her head, studying the shop window before turning to Harry. “Do you like books, ‘Arry?”
“Yeah, I guess” he said, scratching the back of his neck. “I don’t read as much as Hermione, though”
Fleur laughed softly. “ peut-êtrePerhaps we will find somesing here for you. A book, or… maybe a surprise”
The little bell above the bookstore door chimed softly as Harry and Fleur stepped inside. The warmth of the shop enveloped them, a welcome contrast to the chill outside. Shelves stacked with books of every size and color stretched from floor to ceiling, and the air carried a faint, comforting scent of parchment and ink. The soft murmur of a few other customers provided a pleasant background hum.
Fleur’s arm remained intertwined with Harry’s, and he couldn’t help but notice how natural it felt, despite how his heart still fluttered every time he thought about it. Fleur led them further into the store, her eyes scanning the rows of books with curiosity and purpose.
“Tell me, ‘Arry” she began, melodic accent drawing his attention. “Is zere any particular subject you like to read about? maybe… Quidditch?”
Harry blinked, startled. “How’d you know I like Quidditch?”
Fleur gave him a knowing smile, her blue eyes sparkling. “I ‘ave been at Hogwarts for months non? And is not exactly a secret zat you are ze Gryffindor Seeker”
Harry felt heat rush to his face. Of course, she’d know. “I guess I didn't think about that” muttered, scratching the back of his neck.
“Zat is very endearing” Fleur said with a soft laugh. “You are famous for Quidditch, yet you act surprised when someone notices”
Harry couldn’t meet her gaze, feeling his blush deepen. Fleur, apparently amused by his embarrassment, released a playful hum as she continued browsing.
“ peut-êtrePerhaps ” she added thoughtfully, “I should buy you a new broom. Something faster zan zat broom of yours”
Harry’s eyes widened. “The Firebolt is perfect! There’s nothing faster. It’s… it’s incredible”
Fleur chuckled, waving off his concern. “Relax, ‘Arry. I am teasing you”
Harry exhaled, relieved, though he couldn’t quite shake the image of Fleur walking into Quality Quidditch Supplies and buying him the fanciest broom in the shop without a second thought. Her casual confidence left him reeling.
As they wandered further, Fleur’s eyes landed on a display of books marked Intermediate to Advanced Charms. She picked up three slim but dense volumes, flipping through the pages with a discerning gaze.
“Zese will be useful” she murmured.
“For what?” Harry asked, leaning slightly closer to look at the titles.
“For ze final task” Fleur replied without hesitation. She glanced at him, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Unless you plan to face ze“ défi Challenge” with only your Firebolt and sheer determination like ze first task?”
Harry frowned mockingly. "Hey, I've come this far, haven't I?"
"Oui, you are” Fleur said, nodding approvingly. Then, in a mocking tone, she added, "But the tasks are getting harder, 'Arry. And I don't want to humiliate you if we face off on the last task”
Harry grinned. “Oh, I wouldn’t say that. I’m actually pretty good at dueling, you know”
Fleur raised a single, elegant eyebrow, her expression one of mild amusement. “Ah, so confident, ‘Arry. Do you zink you could beat me in a duel?”
Her question hung in the air, and Harry felt a flicker of challenge in her tone. “I guess there’s only one way to find out” he said, surprising himself with his boldness.
Fleur’s laughter rang out, light and genuine. “Très charmantVery charming , ‘Arry. maybe one day I will take you up on zat. But not today”
Harry smiled sheepishly, realizing how much more relaxed he’d become around her. Fleur, for her part, seemed thoroughly entertained.
When Fleur moved towards the counter to pay for her books, Harry automatically assumed their outing—non-date, he reminded himself—was coming to an end. He followed her, preparing to thank her for the company and wish her a good rest of the day. But as she handed the clerk a few Galleons and took her bag of books, Fleur turned back to him, her arm sliding effortlessly back into his.
“So, mon cherMy dear ” she said casually, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, “what shall we do now?”
Harry blinked, caught off guard. “Oh, uh… I didn’t think—well, I mean, we could…”
Fleur tilted her head, waiting patiently. Her calm, expectant gaze made Harry’s brain scramble for an answer.
Finally, he managed, “Would you like to get some tea?”
“Tea?” Fleur echoed, her lips curving into a smile. “Oui, zat sounds lovely. I will trust your choice of place”
Harry’s mind raced. He had to pick somewhere nice, but not too nice. Madam Puddifoot’s was out of the question—it was far too frilly and over-the-top for Fleur’s sophisticated taste. And the Hog’s Head? Absolutely not. That left…
“There’s this new café” said finally. “It’s small, but it’s supposed to be good”
“Lead ze way, ‘Arry” Fleur said, her arm still firmly linked with his.
As they left the bookstore and walked towards the café, Harry couldn’t help but marvel at the surreal nature of the morning. Fleur’s arm remained intertwined with his, her presence commanding but never overwhelming.
The sun was beginning its slow descent, casting the village of Hogsmeade in warm, golden light as Harry and Fleur stepped out of the café. The tea shop had been a perfect choice—small, quiet, and cozy. They had sat by the window, Fleur sipping her tea elegantly while Harry fumbled with his cup before finally relaxing. Their conversation had flowed easily, ranging from Hogwarts life to magical cultures in France. Fleur had a way of making even the most mundane topics feel interesting, and Harry found himself laughing more than he’d expected.
As they left the shop, Fleur reached out and once again slipped her arm through his, her fingers resting lightly on his forearm. Harry’s heart gave a familiar jolt at the touch, but by now, he was starting to grow accustomed to the gesture—though it still sent a rush of heat to his cheeks.
“Where are we going now?” Fleur asked lightly, looking up at him with a small smile.
“Back to the carriages, I guess” Harry replied. “Unless there’s something else you’d like to do?”
“Non, zat is fine” Fleur said. Her tone was content, as if the day had already exceeded her expectations.
They began their walk back through the winding streets of Hogsmeade, the soft crunch of their footsteps mingling with the distant chatter of other students. The fading afternoon light gave the village a magical glow, and Harry found himself stealing glances at Fleur, who seemed perfectly at ease, her expression thoughtful.
As they neared the edge of the village, Harry mustered the courage to ask a question that had been on his mind for a while. “Did you, um, have fun today?”
Fleur glanced at him, her lips curving into a gentle smile. “Oui, very much so. I am enjoying your company, ‘Arry. It is… refreshing”
Harry tilted his head, curious. “Refreshing? What do you mean by that?”
Fleur hesitated for a moment, as if weighing her words, then replied with a soft laugh. “Most people I meet… zey get nervous around me. Because of my Veela blood, oui? Ze aura it creates, it affects people. Zey stumble over zere words, zey try too hard to impress me, or zey stare too much”
Harry frowned slightly. “I mean, I guess I was nervous at first, but that’s not because of—well, you know”
“Exactly” Fleur said, smile widening. “You are not nervous because of ze Veela charm. You are nervous because you are a boy who does not know how to talk to a girl” She paused, tone light but sincere. “And zat is… refreshing. It is nice”
Harry felt his face heat up, and he scratched the back of his neck with his free hand. “Well… I guess that’s true” he admitted, grinning sheepishly. “I’m not exactly an expert at this sort of thing”
Fleur’s eyes sparkled with amusement. “Non, you are not. But zat makes you honest, and I prefer honesty”
Her words were kind, but her next statement caught Harry completely off guard.
“And” Fleur added with a playful smirk, “not staring at my breasts is a big bonus”
Harry’s face turned scarlet, and he nearly stumbled over his own feet. “I-I wasn’t—I mean, I didn’t—!”
Fleur laughed, a soft, melodic sound that eased his embarrassment just a little. “Relax, ‘Arry. I know you did not. Zat is why I said it is a bonus” She squeezed his arm gently, her smile turning reassuring. “You are a gentleman”
Harry managed a weak laugh, his face still burning. “Well, thanks, I guess”
“I mean it” Fleur said, her tone softening. “You ‘ave been very kind to me today”
“Fleur” he began hesitantly, “would you… I mean, would you like to spend more time together? Not just in Hogsmeade, but, you know… at Hogwarts?”
Fleur raised an elegant eyebrow, her expression thoughtful. “You would like zat?”
“Well, yeah” Harry said, his voice growing steadier. “I mean, it’s been nice. And, uh, I think I’d like to get to know you better”
Fleur’s smile returned, softer now, and for a moment, she seemed to study him as if weighing the sincerity of his words. Finally, she nodded.
“Oui” she said. “Zat would be nice. Maybe… a new tour of ze castle? To refresh my mémoireMemory ”
Harry chuckled, a grin breaking across his face. “Sure. I think I could manage that”
“Good” Fleur said with a playful lilt in her voice. “Zen it is settled”
When they reached the carriage, Harry once again offered his hand to help Fleur inside. She accepted it with her usual grace, her touch lingering just a moment longer than necessary before she settled into her seat. Harry climbed in after her, sitting across from her as the Thestral snorted softly and began the journey back to the castle.
The ride was quieter this time, but it wasn’t an uncomfortable silence. Fleur seemed content, her gaze occasionally drifting out the window before returning to Harry with a small, thoughtful smile.
By the time they reached Hogwarts, the sun had dipped below the horizon, casting the castle in soft twilight. Fleur stepped out first, and Harry followed, his mind already spinning with thoughts of their next meeting.
As they walked back towards the castle entrance, Fleur spoke again. “MerciThanks , ‘Arry. For today, It was wonderful”
“Anytime” Harry said earnestly, and he meant it.
Fleur smiled, her expression warm. “I will see you soon, oui? For zat tour”
Harry nodded, a sense of anticipation already building in his chest. “Yeah. See you soon”
With one last glance, Fleur turned and walked towards the Beauxbatons carriage, her elegant figure silhouetted against the evening light. Harry stood there for a moment, watching her go.
He didn’t understand French women. Not at all. But he was starting to think he wouldn’t mind spending more time trying to figure them out.
The late afternoon sun cast the world below in a golden glow as Harry and Fleur stood side by side at the Astronomy Tower. The view was breathtaking: the rolling hills beyond the Forbidden Forest, the glimmering surface of the Black Lake, and the faint outlines of Hogsmeade in the distance. But Harry wasn’t paying much attention to the scenery. His focus kept drifting to Fleur, whose silvery hair shimmered in the light, her expression serene as she leaned on the stone railing.
They had been spending more time together lately, their initial outings in Hogsmeade evolving into a steady rhythm of companionship. Whether it was Fleur teasing him about his pronunciation of French words or Harry sharing his best tricks for avoiding Peeves, their time together had become one of the most enjoyable parts of Harry’s days.
“Gabrielle speaks of you often” Fleur said suddenly, breaking the silence. Her voice was soft, tinged with warmth. “She would like to talk to you more”
Harry looked at her, surprised. “Really? I didn’t think I left that much of an impression”
Fleur turned her head to him, her lips curving into a smile. “You are ‘er hero, ‘Arry. You saved ‘er life. She admires you greatly”
Harry’s ears turned pink at the compliment. “That’s really sweet of her, but… I guess it’s hard to talk if she doesn’t speak much English”
Fleur nodded, expression thoughtful. “Oui, zat is true, ze English is very basic. It is… frustrating for Gabby, She wishes she could express herself better”
Harry hesitated for a moment before an idea struck him. “What if you teach me French? Then I could talk to her properly”
Fleur’s eyes lit up, a spark of excitement dancing in their depths. “You would like zat?”
“Yeah” Harry said earnestly. “It’d be nice to talk to her, and it wouldn’t hurt to learn another language”
Fleur’s smile widened, and for a moment, she seemed genuinely delighted. “It would be an honor to teach you French, ‘Arry. And maybe” she added with a teasing lilt, “you could help me improve my English”
Harry chuckled. “That sounds great. I don’t know how good of a teacher I’ll be, though”
Fleur tilted her head, expression suddenly playful “Fais attention, mon amour, sinon je pourrais tomber encore plus amoureux de toi" Be careful, my love, or I might fall even more in love with you
Harry blinked, confused but intrigued by the lilting tone of her words. “What did you just say?”
Fleur laughed softly, a sound like chiming bells. “If you are a good student, you will know soon enough”
As the conversation shifted to lighter topics, Fleur reached into her robes and pulled out a small scroll tied with a silver ribbon. She held it out to him, her smile now tinged with a hint of nervousness.
“For you” she said.
Harry took the scroll carefully, turning it over in his hands. “What is it?”
“It is an enchanted scroll” Fleur explained. “When you write on it, ze words appear on its twin, no matter ‘ow far apart zey are. Gabrielle and I use it to talk. We zought it would be wonderful if you ‘ad one as well”
Harry looked up at her, touched by the thoughtfulness behind the gift. “You’re giving me something this special?”
“Of course” Fleur said lightly, though there was a warmth in her tone that suggested the gesture meant more to her than she let on. “It will allow us to keep in touch… when I return to France. And it will save us from flying owls back and forth all ze time”
Harry smiled, his chest swelling with gratitude. “Thank you, Fleur. This is… really amazing”
Fleur shrugged, though her smile revealed how pleased she was by his reaction. “You are most welcome, ‘Arry”
As Harry tucked the scroll into his robes, Fleur’s gaze turned mischievous. “I ‘ave an idea” she said.
Harry raised an eyebrow. “What kind of idea?”
“A bet” Fleur said, her tone lilting with playful challenge.
Harry’s curiosity piqued. “What kind of bet?”
Fleur stepped closer, her voice dropping slightly, adding a teasing edge. “If you win ze tournament” she said, her blue eyes locking onto his, “I will give you a kiss”
Harry’s heart skipped a beat, and his face turned a bright shade of red. “A k-kiss?”
“Oui” Fleur said, smile widening, clearly enjoying his reaction. “But if I win…”
Harry braced himself, his mind scrambling to guess what she would ask for.
“…zen I will give you a kiss”
Harry blinked, confused. “Wait, what? Either way, you’re giving me a kiss?”
Fleur winked at him, her expression filled with mirth. “Oui. But you will ‘ave to win to find out what kind of kiss, non?”
Harry opened his mouth to respond but found himself speechless. Fleur laughed softly, clearly delighted by his flustered state.
“Bonne chance, mon cher“Good luck, my dear she said, voice carrying a touch of flirtation. Then, with a graceful turn, she left the Astronomy Tower, her silvery hair catching the fading light.
Harry stood there for a moment, stunned and utterly bewildered. The enchanted scroll in his pocket felt heavier now, a tangible reminder of the connection he and Fleur had formed. His mind spun with thoughts of the tournament, the bet, and, most of all, Fleur.
A small smile crept onto his face. Whatever happened next, he couldn’t deny that Fleur Delacour had made his life a lot more interesting.
The echoes of the past swirled in Harry’s mind as he stood at the altar, his hands trembling slightly despite himself. He had faced down Death Eaters, survived the Killing Curse, and defeated Voldemort, yet none of that compared to the nervous excitement coursing through him now. Two years had passed since that fateful final battle, and his life had transformed in ways he could never have imagined. This moment, however—standing at the altar, waiting for his bride—felt like the culmination of everything he had fought for, everything he had dreamed of.
He thought back to those early days with Fleur, the afternoons spent in the Astronomy Tower, the enchanted scrolls filled with their increasingly frequent and heartfelt messages, and the stolen moments that became the foundation of their love. He remembered her playful smirk, her teasing French phrases, her confidence that always left him both flustered and enamored. All of it had led to this.
Fleur Delacour—soon Fleur Potter—appeared at the entrance, her arm linked with her father’s. The sunlight streaming through the stained-glass windows illuminated her figure, making her seem almost otherworldly. Her wedding dress was breathtaking: an ivory gown adorned with delicate silver embroidery that shimmered with her every step. The veil draped over her face did little to hide the radiant smile that lit up her features, and Harry swore his heart skipped several beats.
For him, the rest of the room ceased to exist. The guests, the decorations, the music—all of it faded into the background. There was only her.
As Fleur walked down the aisle, her gaze locked onto his, her expression soft yet full of love and confidence.
When Fleur reached the altar, her father gave her hand to Harry with a quiet nod. Harry’s hands shook slightly as he took hers, his fingers brushing against her soft skin. Fleur smiled at him, a mixture of joy and amusement in her expression. Her eyes sparkled as she mouthed, “It’s okay”
Her words, simple yet heartfelt, eased Harry’s embarrassment. He smiled back at her, his nerves melting away in the warmth of her gaze.
After the vows Harry leaned in, capturing Fleur’s lips in a kiss that was both tender and passionate, his hands cradling hers as if she were the most precious thing in the world. Fleur responded in kind, her fingers curling around his, her joy palpable. Applause erupted from the guests, but for Harry and Fleur, the world once again disappeared, leaving only the two of them in their perfect moment.
”Je t'aime” I love you Harry said with love.
”Je t'aime aussi” I love you too Fleur replied, her voice full of love.