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- Posted: Sat, 06 Sep 2008 10:58:10 +0000
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Title: Ze Challenge
Pairing: Fleur/Hermione
Warnings: contains girl-girl pairings
Summary: Who new that a lake could bring them together? (set during the triwizard tournament)
Chapter 1
"Talking"
'Thoughts'
"French "
The train to Hogwarts was packed with students filled with stories over the summer. Every carriage was filled with noise. Well, all besides one. The carriage where Harry, Ron, and Hermione were was the exception. Harry was staring out the window in thought. Ron was sleeping next to him drool coming out of his mouth. And across them was Hermione reading a book with a sleeping Crookshanks in her lap. They had a really rough summer due to the incident happening in the Quidditch World Cup. Not having enough rest over the summer they haven't said a word ever since they left Platform 9 3/4.
The sound of the trolley nearing swayed everyone with what they were doing. Harry, lost in thought, jerked as if he just got back his awareness. Ron startled by Harry's movements slowly opened his eyes.
"It's nice to know that you're finally back from your daydreaming Harry," Hermione suddenly spoke.
"And as for your Ronald," closing her book, leaving it to one side and turning her attention to Ron who just woke up. "I suggest you wipe off that drool of yours."
Harry then looked at Ron who was wiping saliva off his mouth with the back of his hand and held back a laugh. Just then the trolley came to their carriage.
"Anything from the trolley dears?" asked the old lady. Unsure of what to have, Harry approached the trolley while Ron searched his pockets for money. A girl approached them and caught Harry's eye. She smiled at Harry and turned to the old lady.
"Two Pumpkin Pastries please."
"Here you go," the old woman then handed her the said pastries as she paid for them. With a look and another smile towards Harry, she left.
"And for you dears?" the woman asked snapping Harry out of his trance.
"Oh, nothing," Harry said going back to the carriage to sit.
"I'll have a lickorish wand," Ron said.
A smile was plastered on Harry's face when he sat down that did not go unnoticed by the third occupant in the carriage who was watching the whole thing with amusement.
"You like her don't you Harry?" a smile forming in her lips as she said that.
"Who's liking who?" Ron interrupted as he took a seat beside Harry eating his lickorish wand.
"Harry likes Cho Chang," Hermione informed the red-head.
"Cho Chang?" Ron questioned.
"The asian girl with the long, black hair from Ravenclaw?" Hermione said trying to inform Ron who looked like in thought.
"Oh, her! Way to go Harry," he exclaimed but knowing Ron he didn't know who the girl was so he pretended he knew to save himself from the embarrassment.
"I don't like her," Harry defended, his face reddening.
"Oh please Harry you're blushing!" Hermione exclaimed.
"Okay, okay, maybe I do like her in a way," Harry reluctantly agreed due to the fact that he knew Hermione won't stop until she proves him otherwise.
"Oh, look at the time, it's best if we change into our robes before we get to Hogwarts, see you Harry, you too Ron," Hermione said as she took her book with her and left the carriage with Crookshanks tailing behind her.
"So Harry, who's this Cho Chang?" Ron inquired as Hermione left. Harry couldn't help but hold back a laugh.
"I'll tell you when we see her Ron, come on let's change into our robes," Harry said as he shook his head in amusement and got a pair of robes from his trunk. Ron followed suit.
_____
The Great Hall was packed with students chattering and the candles that illuminate the whole room were floating a meter or two above them. The aura of the room was lively. The teachers were sat in front in a very long table. Also sitting with them was a representative of the Ministry of Magic, Bartemius Crouch Sr. The night started with the sorting of the upcoming first years of the house. McGonagall then lined up the new students and the sorting started. The students cheered whenever one of the new students were sorted into their house. Some were sorted quickly while the others took longer than the expected. It was per se, the usual things that happen during the Sorting Ceremony.
The sorting was finally done and it was time for the Headmaster of Hogwarts to give his opening speech and announcements. Albus Dumbledore stood up from his seat and walked towards the platform in front of everyone.
"First of all congratulations to the new students and welcome to your new home, Hogwart's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, I hope that you find your stay here a memorable one. Second, we have a new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Mr. Alastor Moody who will be arriving in a while. And third, I would like to announce that the yearly Quidditch tournament among the four houses is cancelled," Dumbledore said. Noise started to fill the room as the students talked among themselves as to why the Quidditch tournament was cancelled.
"Ehem," interrupted Dumbledore causing all the students to stop talking.
" It is an honour for me to say that we are to be the host for this year's Triwizard Tournament. The Triwizard Tournament is a not only a tournament but also a social gathering. Three schools partake in this social event. Hogwarts, Durmstrang and Beuxbatons. Each school chooses a Champion that would represent the school by doing three very dangerous tasks. These Champions are selected carefully by the Goblet of Fire. Anyone who wishes to join may do so. But believe me when I say this, this tournament is not for the faint hearted for in this friendly competition Champions. have. died." Just then Filch came in running from the main entrance of the Great Hall towards Dumbledore. He whispered something to Dumbledore and made his way back to the entrance.
"Everyone, please join me in welcoming the lovely ladies of Beuxbatons Academy of Magic, with their Headmistress Madam Maxime," Dumbledore said as the main door opened to reveal students wearing blue dresses with small coats and a pointed hat of the same color worn side wards. They gracefully entered the room sighing here and there and butterflies magically appear with each sigh. Behind them was their Headmistress Madam Maxime.
"Blimey, she's gorgeous," Ron commented as a girl with silvery blond hair clad in Beuxbaton's uniform danced her way inside the room.
'What could everyone be staring at?' Hermione seeing the looks on most of the men's and some of the women's faces turned to look where they were staring at. For a moment her eyes caught sight of the most wonderful shade of blue she had ever seen in her entire life. And for a fraction of a second she had eye contact with the said girl. She did not see the glint in the girl's eyes for with a glare, she turned her attention to the red-head beside her.
"Boys," she concluded rolling her eyes.
"She's Fleur Delacour," supplied Seamus Finnigan.
"Fleur, what a wonderful name," Ron said dreamily.
As the Beuxbatons seated in the Ravenclaw's table and their Headmistress in the faculty's table. Dumbledore began to speak again.
"And now please welcome the Sons of Durmstrang, with their Headmaster Igor Karkaroff!" The door opened with a bang. The students' attention was fixated on the people who just entered the room. The students wore sweatshirts and pants and they held big sticks. As they stomped the stick on the floor sparks would emit from them.
"Look Harry it's HIM!" Ron exclaimed.
"It's Viktor Krum!" The said person was clad in a coat and a matching hat. He made his way beside a long haired man whom everyone concluded was Karkaroff. They seated in their assigned table and Mr. Crouch now stood up. Then Filch brought out what seemed to be a tall table with a cup on top of it and placed it in the centre.
"Now that everyone is settled, I would like to make an announcement. Since the TriWizard tournament is a very dangerous tournament as the Ministry of Magic had concluded. We have decided to put an age barrier spell to which no younger than seventeen can enter." Shouts from the students could be heard drowning Crouch's voice.
"And as the Ministry of Magic has no plan on lowering the said limit, this is final." Ending his speech Crouch returned to his seat.
"Silence!" Dumbledore's voice filled the whole room which caused the students to silence.
"As I have told you, this is no ordinary tournament, that is why the Ministry of Magic has put necessary precautions to prevent any casualties from happening. I'm sure we're all very hungry, so let the feast begin!" Food instantly filled the tables.
_____
Fleur Delacour could not comprehend what she was feeling at the exact moment. Moments earlier she had been entering the Great Hall with such grace and pride. And in a fraction of a second, every sense of euphoric emotions coursed through her body as if it was the best thing she ever felt in her entire life. And it was. Even though it only lasted for a very short period of time. Ending her dance, she cast a short glance towards the brunette and made her way to where her sister was. Even when she has already been seated beside her sister she could not take her mind off on what had transpired earleir. She did not even notice the students from Durmstrang entering neither Dumbledore starting the feast. She had only noticed when the food popped in front of her.
'Zis must be what Mozer eez saying, eef eet eez so zen zat girl eez my soulmate!' She could not help but spare a glance at the direction to where the bushy haired brunette was. She was currently scolding a red-haired boy who was about the same age as her. She could not help but be dazzled by the Gryffindor's beauty. And it seems that the young brunette holds no interest in her.
'I swear upon my veela blood zat I will `ave `er before ze school year ends. What could `er name be?' Without thinking she stood up and walked towards where the brunette was sitting.
_____
It was no surprise that up until now Ron and Hermione were bickering around.
"I tell you `Mione, she's a veela, you believe me do you Harry?" Ron Asked and Harry shrugged not wanting to involve himself in his best friend's argument. They were arguing ever since the feast started. At first they were arguing about Quidditch, then Krum and now their topic of interest was Fleur.
"I believe she isn't. She's human for Pete's sake," Hermione defended. Just then the look on Ron's face changed it's as if he saw a large crocodile walking towards him. Harry and Hermione noticing this turned to where Ron was looking. It was the object of their argument.
"Er, well `i," the Beauxbaton student said.
"What do you want?" come Hermione's reply. She was currently glaring at the person in front of her.
'Zink `ou iziot zink!' She had come near them without a single purpose in mind. She was too busy thinking earlier that she had not noticed that her body is trying to do what it is on her mind. Thinking of an excuse she spotted the Bouillabaise in the table.
"I waz wonzering eef I could `ave some of `our Bouillabaise? We `ave run out at ze ozer table," she asked quickly regaining her composure. Surely it was not easy to speak and think clearly in her position where she was being glared at by none other than her soulmate.
"Here, have it." The girl handed her the plate pretty roughly which made her heart sink. 'It's like she `ates every fiber of my beeing.'
"Zank `ou." She held on to the plate and left.
_____
Fleur sighed as she sat back down in the Ravenclaw table beside her sister and placing the plate in front of her.
"Are you alright dear sister?" the little girl beside her spoke as soon as she let out the sigh.
"Oui, do not worry about me," She said smiling at her sister.
"Are you sure?" the smaller one asked. She nodded and proceeded to eat for the first time during the night.
'I guess zat zis would be a bit more challenging zan I zought.'
-------------------------
This is the first story that I have written in Harry Potter. I am still new to writing so please leave some comments for they are greatly appreciated and it would also help me improve my writing skills.
Thank you for sparing a moment to read my story.
-127
Title: Ze Challenge
Pairing: Fleur/Hermione
Warnings: contains girl-girl pairings
Summary: Who new that a lake could bring them together? (set during the triwizard tournament)
Chapter 1
"Talking"
'Thoughts'
"French "
The train to Hogwarts was packed with students filled with stories over the summer. Every carriage was filled with noise. Well, all besides one. The carriage where Harry, Ron, and Hermione were was the exception. Harry was staring out the window in thought. Ron was sleeping next to him drool coming out of his mouth. And across them was Hermione reading a book with a sleeping Crookshanks in her lap. They had a really rough summer due to the incident happening in the Quidditch World Cup. Not having enough rest over the summer they haven't said a word ever since they left Platform 9 3/4.
The sound of the trolley nearing swayed everyone with what they were doing. Harry, lost in thought, jerked as if he just got back his awareness. Ron startled by Harry's movements slowly opened his eyes.
"It's nice to know that you're finally back from your daydreaming Harry," Hermione suddenly spoke.
"And as for your Ronald," closing her book, leaving it to one side and turning her attention to Ron who just woke up. "I suggest you wipe off that drool of yours."
Harry then looked at Ron who was wiping saliva off his mouth with the back of his hand and held back a laugh. Just then the trolley came to their carriage.
"Anything from the trolley dears?" asked the old lady. Unsure of what to have, Harry approached the trolley while Ron searched his pockets for money. A girl approached them and caught Harry's eye. She smiled at Harry and turned to the old lady.
"Two Pumpkin Pastries please."
"Here you go," the old woman then handed her the said pastries as she paid for them. With a look and another smile towards Harry, she left.
"And for you dears?" the woman asked snapping Harry out of his trance.
"Oh, nothing," Harry said going back to the carriage to sit.
"I'll have a lickorish wand," Ron said.
A smile was plastered on Harry's face when he sat down that did not go unnoticed by the third occupant in the carriage who was watching the whole thing with amusement.
"You like her don't you Harry?" a smile forming in her lips as she said that.
"Who's liking who?" Ron interrupted as he took a seat beside Harry eating his lickorish wand.
"Harry likes Cho Chang," Hermione informed the red-head.
"Cho Chang?" Ron questioned.
"The asian girl with the long, black hair from Ravenclaw?" Hermione said trying to inform Ron who looked like in thought.
"Oh, her! Way to go Harry," he exclaimed but knowing Ron he didn't know who the girl was so he pretended he knew to save himself from the embarrassment.
"I don't like her," Harry defended, his face reddening.
"Oh please Harry you're blushing!" Hermione exclaimed.
"Okay, okay, maybe I do like her in a way," Harry reluctantly agreed due to the fact that he knew Hermione won't stop until she proves him otherwise.
"Oh, look at the time, it's best if we change into our robes before we get to Hogwarts, see you Harry, you too Ron," Hermione said as she took her book with her and left the carriage with Crookshanks tailing behind her.
"So Harry, who's this Cho Chang?" Ron inquired as Hermione left. Harry couldn't help but hold back a laugh.
"I'll tell you when we see her Ron, come on let's change into our robes," Harry said as he shook his head in amusement and got a pair of robes from his trunk. Ron followed suit.
_____
The Great Hall was packed with students chattering and the candles that illuminate the whole room were floating a meter or two above them. The aura of the room was lively. The teachers were sat in front in a very long table. Also sitting with them was a representative of the Ministry of Magic, Bartemius Crouch Sr. The night started with the sorting of the upcoming first years of the house. McGonagall then lined up the new students and the sorting started. The students cheered whenever one of the new students were sorted into their house. Some were sorted quickly while the others took longer than the expected. It was per se, the usual things that happen during the Sorting Ceremony.
The sorting was finally done and it was time for the Headmaster of Hogwarts to give his opening speech and announcements. Albus Dumbledore stood up from his seat and walked towards the platform in front of everyone.
"First of all congratulations to the new students and welcome to your new home, Hogwart's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, I hope that you find your stay here a memorable one. Second, we have a new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Mr. Alastor Moody who will be arriving in a while. And third, I would like to announce that the yearly Quidditch tournament among the four houses is cancelled," Dumbledore said. Noise started to fill the room as the students talked among themselves as to why the Quidditch tournament was cancelled.
"Ehem," interrupted Dumbledore causing all the students to stop talking.
" It is an honour for me to say that we are to be the host for this year's Triwizard Tournament. The Triwizard Tournament is a not only a tournament but also a social gathering. Three schools partake in this social event. Hogwarts, Durmstrang and Beuxbatons. Each school chooses a Champion that would represent the school by doing three very dangerous tasks. These Champions are selected carefully by the Goblet of Fire. Anyone who wishes to join may do so. But believe me when I say this, this tournament is not for the faint hearted for in this friendly competition Champions. have. died." Just then Filch came in running from the main entrance of the Great Hall towards Dumbledore. He whispered something to Dumbledore and made his way back to the entrance.
"Everyone, please join me in welcoming the lovely ladies of Beuxbatons Academy of Magic, with their Headmistress Madam Maxime," Dumbledore said as the main door opened to reveal students wearing blue dresses with small coats and a pointed hat of the same color worn side wards. They gracefully entered the room sighing here and there and butterflies magically appear with each sigh. Behind them was their Headmistress Madam Maxime.
"Blimey, she's gorgeous," Ron commented as a girl with silvery blond hair clad in Beuxbaton's uniform danced her way inside the room.
'What could everyone be staring at?' Hermione seeing the looks on most of the men's and some of the women's faces turned to look where they were staring at. For a moment her eyes caught sight of the most wonderful shade of blue she had ever seen in her entire life. And for a fraction of a second she had eye contact with the said girl. She did not see the glint in the girl's eyes for with a glare, she turned her attention to the red-head beside her.
"Boys," she concluded rolling her eyes.
"She's Fleur Delacour," supplied Seamus Finnigan.
"Fleur, what a wonderful name," Ron said dreamily.
As the Beuxbatons seated in the Ravenclaw's table and their Headmistress in the faculty's table. Dumbledore began to speak again.
"And now please welcome the Sons of Durmstrang, with their Headmaster Igor Karkaroff!" The door opened with a bang. The students' attention was fixated on the people who just entered the room. The students wore sweatshirts and pants and they held big sticks. As they stomped the stick on the floor sparks would emit from them.
"Look Harry it's HIM!" Ron exclaimed.
"It's Viktor Krum!" The said person was clad in a coat and a matching hat. He made his way beside a long haired man whom everyone concluded was Karkaroff. They seated in their assigned table and Mr. Crouch now stood up. Then Filch brought out what seemed to be a tall table with a cup on top of it and placed it in the centre.
"Now that everyone is settled, I would like to make an announcement. Since the TriWizard tournament is a very dangerous tournament as the Ministry of Magic had concluded. We have decided to put an age barrier spell to which no younger than seventeen can enter." Shouts from the students could be heard drowning Crouch's voice.
"And as the Ministry of Magic has no plan on lowering the said limit, this is final." Ending his speech Crouch returned to his seat.
"Silence!" Dumbledore's voice filled the whole room which caused the students to silence.
"As I have told you, this is no ordinary tournament, that is why the Ministry of Magic has put necessary precautions to prevent any casualties from happening. I'm sure we're all very hungry, so let the feast begin!" Food instantly filled the tables.
_____
Fleur Delacour could not comprehend what she was feeling at the exact moment. Moments earlier she had been entering the Great Hall with such grace and pride. And in a fraction of a second, every sense of euphoric emotions coursed through her body as if it was the best thing she ever felt in her entire life. And it was. Even though it only lasted for a very short period of time. Ending her dance, she cast a short glance towards the brunette and made her way to where her sister was. Even when she has already been seated beside her sister she could not take her mind off on what had transpired earleir. She did not even notice the students from Durmstrang entering neither Dumbledore starting the feast. She had only noticed when the food popped in front of her.
'Zis must be what Mozer eez saying, eef eet eez so zen zat girl eez my soulmate!' She could not help but spare a glance at the direction to where the bushy haired brunette was. She was currently scolding a red-haired boy who was about the same age as her. She could not help but be dazzled by the Gryffindor's beauty. And it seems that the young brunette holds no interest in her.
'I swear upon my veela blood zat I will `ave `er before ze school year ends. What could `er name be?' Without thinking she stood up and walked towards where the brunette was sitting.
_____
It was no surprise that up until now Ron and Hermione were bickering around.
"I tell you `Mione, she's a veela, you believe me do you Harry?" Ron Asked and Harry shrugged not wanting to involve himself in his best friend's argument. They were arguing ever since the feast started. At first they were arguing about Quidditch, then Krum and now their topic of interest was Fleur.
"I believe she isn't. She's human for Pete's sake," Hermione defended. Just then the look on Ron's face changed it's as if he saw a large crocodile walking towards him. Harry and Hermione noticing this turned to where Ron was looking. It was the object of their argument.
"Er, well `i," the Beauxbaton student said.
"What do you want?" come Hermione's reply. She was currently glaring at the person in front of her.
'Zink `ou iziot zink!' She had come near them without a single purpose in mind. She was too busy thinking earlier that she had not noticed that her body is trying to do what it is on her mind. Thinking of an excuse she spotted the Bouillabaise in the table.
"I waz wonzering eef I could `ave some of `our Bouillabaise? We `ave run out at ze ozer table," she asked quickly regaining her composure. Surely it was not easy to speak and think clearly in her position where she was being glared at by none other than her soulmate.
"Here, have it." The girl handed her the plate pretty roughly which made her heart sink. 'It's like she `ates every fiber of my beeing.'
"Zank `ou." She held on to the plate and left.
_____
Fleur sighed as she sat back down in the Ravenclaw table beside her sister and placing the plate in front of her.
"Are you alright dear sister?" the little girl beside her spoke as soon as she let out the sigh.
"Oui, do not worry about me," She said smiling at her sister.
"Are you sure?" the smaller one asked. She nodded and proceeded to eat for the first time during the night.
'I guess zat zis would be a bit more challenging zan I zought.'
-------------------------
This is the first story that I have written in Harry Potter. I am still new to writing so please leave some comments for they are greatly appreciated and it would also help me improve my writing skills.
Thank you for sparing a moment to read my story.
-127