EDIT: Placed the dialogue between Adrienne and Fleur into italics to show that they are speaking French to each other, not English. I won't even try to type it out in French, because I don't wan't to butcher the language, and Google Translate tends to be very unreliable.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter, or any of it's affiliates. Nor will I own Harry Potter in any chapters published preceding or succeding this one. I am not J.K Rowling, and I never will be. If I was, I'd be a little freaked out that I was now a woman.

There was a certain quaintness about Hogwarts. While Fleur still undoubtedly preferred her home school of Beauxbatons, she couldn't deny that the English academy had its charm. On the whole, the school itself was very beautiful. The grounds outside had a rather serene atmosphere that Fleur liked, and the insides of the castle tended to be cheery and warm. And there was another reason why Hogwarts was growing on Fleur. A certain green-eyed, dark haired young man sitting at the Gryffindor table...

"You're staring again."

Fleur jerked in surprise, as she looked beside her to her best friend, Adrienne. The brunette girl was smirking at her as she piled her plate high with food.

Fleur could feel her cheeks reddening. "No I'm not! I'm just...just eying their...their..." The girl frantically looked around. She then pointed in the general direction of the Gryffindor table, and said "Their bouillabaisse! Yes, we're almost out, so I was thinking about going to get theirs, if they were done with it."

Adrienne just shook her head. "We've really got to work on your lying, Fleur. It's actually pretty pathetic." Fleur protested weakly, but Adrienne just waved her off as she turned a critical eye to the boy that the Veela had taken such an interest in.

"What's so special about him? I guess he's kind of cute, in a scrawny, starved puppy kind of way, but there's nothing to warrant this kind of reaction from you, Fleur. Why are you all riled up?" Adrienne asked pointedly.

"I...I don't know..." She said softly. "There's just something about him..."

Fleur thought back to earlier. When the Beauxbatons delegation had finally reached Hogwarts, the first thing Fleur had noticed was the castle itself. It was a giant piece of architecture, and cast an imposing shadow. Then, Fleur's eyes had been drawn to the large crowd that had gathered in the courtyard. Apparently, the Hogwarts students had deemed it necessary to receive their guests with a warm, enthusiastic welcome. The very next thing Fleur had noticed were sharp, emerald green eyes, that made her stop and stare. When she had first spotted them, she had gasped, bringing her hands to her heart. That gaze had caught her breath, and she had had a difficult time breathing. Fleur and the owner of those green orbs had maintained eye contact for seconds longer, before the boy turned away, blushing like mad. Upon further inspection, it turned out that the set of the alluring eyes belonged to none other than Harry Potter, but Fleur didn't care about that. Fame meant nothing to her. All she really wanted was to just stare into the boy's eyes, and memorize every single detail about them...

"Fleur! Hey, Fleur!" Adrienne snapped her fingers, trying to get the blonde girl to focus. "Are you even listening to me?"

Fleur slowly regained her senses, and just grinned sheepishly at Adrienne. The girl just stared at Fleur, her eyes wide.

"Damn, you have it bad..." Adrienne shook her head. "I've never seen you act like this, in all the time I've known you. What did this boy do to get you so infatuated?"

Fleur just shrugged and gave a noncommittal grunt. Her gaze flickered towards the Gryffindor table every five seconds or so, as if she was scared that if she stopped looking, the boy would just disappear.

Adrienne just rolled her eyes and gave Fleur's shoulder a gentle push. "Well, go on then. Go talk to him! Introduce yourself!"

Fleur looked at Adrienne in horror, leaning away from her. "I can't do that!"

Adrienne frowned. "Why not?" The girl shifted her body to look at the Gryffindor table again.

"It's...I can't...it's just...uhhhhhh..." Fleur groaned as she placed her forehead on the table.

Adrienne just smiled, taking a sip of her drink. "Well, if you don't, I will. He is rather cute...I wonder how he is in bed..." The girl wagged her eyebrows suggestively.

Fleur's head popped up, and just sputtered at her, terror clearly written across her face. Adrienne slowly rised, and turned until she was facing the Gryffindors, all the while maintaining eye contact with the Veela. As Adrienne took a small step towards the other table, Fleur's hand shot out and grabbed a fistful of the brunette's robe and pulled her back down into her seat, hard. She then stood up quickly, and hurried over to the Gryffindor table, not bothering to look behind her at Adrienne, who was laughing hysterically, tears running down her eyes.

Harry laughed along with his fellow housemates, but his heart just wasn't in it. As hard as he tried, his thoughts could not help but drift towards the blonde girl sitting at the Ravenclaw table.

It was strange, the way that girl made him feel. Before today, he had never placed much stock on girls. Sure, he could acknowledge when someone one was pretty (a certain Cho Chang comes to mind), but he'd never had more than a passing interest in them. But now, with that girl, and her deep, warm blue eyes, and her soft, silky, blonde hair that he was just dying to run his hands through...

When they had first made eye contact on the grounds, Harry's heart had constricted. He couldn't breathe, couldn't think, couldn't do anything but just stare. It was only moments later before he remembered where he was and looked away, his cheeks burning.

Harry shook his head, and tried to focus on the feast at hand. As he started digging into his food, the sound around him faded away, until the only noise being made was the clinking of his fork against his plate. He looked up, trying to determine what had caused the silence.

And there she was, in all her glory. With a quick glance around him, he noticed all the boys were just as enraptured as he was, and did very little to conceal their desire. Ron, especially, as he had his mouth wide open, still full with food, with eyes glazed.

Harry returned his gaze to the beautiful girl, and she returned it steadily. When nobody said anything, he stumbled out a "Hello".

The girl smiled, and Harry was momentarily dazzled. "Bonjour." She said, all the while keeping her eyes on him. Harry, for some reason, began to get lightheaded, but refused to break eye contact. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity, after all. After a few moments of staring at each other, the girl finally averted her eyes, her cheeks slightly red.

Harry finally remembered where he was, and he too began too blush. What was wrong with him? Now she probably thinks I'm just some random idiot.

The girl, now looking anywhere but him, asked the air around him, "Excuse me, but are you wanting ze bouillabaisse?"

Beside Harry, Ron had started choking. There was no answer for a while, until Harry brought it upon himself to do it.

"Here you go." He said, as he pushed said plate towards her. He hoped she couldn't hear the way his voice almost trembled.

"You 'ave finished with it?"

Harry nodded, not trusting himself to speak, lest he blurt out something stupid. The girl smiled, reaching for the plate. Again, Harry was awestruck, but managed to maintain some sense of normalcy. That could not be said for the boys around him, as they were in various levels of distress. One had fallen out of his chair, knocked out cold from the girl's smile.

As Harry lifted up the plate to hand to her, their fingers touched, and Harry almost dropped the food. Now blushing madly, he gave it to her and released the plate. The girl gave another smile, and Harry's insides warmed up. The corners of his mouth edged up in turn of their own accord.

"Merci." And with one final glance at Harry, the girl glided away, food in hand. Harry and the rest of the Gryffindor boys watched her retreating figure. Hermione, who had watched the entire scene with a disapproving look, just sighed and returned to her food.

Beside Harry, Ron, regaining his senses, said, somewhat hoarsely, "They don't make them like that at Hogwarts."

Harry fervently agreed.

Fleur skipped back to her table, arms full with bouillabaisse. She set it down, and returned to her seat next to Adrienne, who was smirking.

Fleur was finding it difficult to stop smiling. Adrienne just grinned, and asked, "So how did it go? Did he drool all over you?"

"He doesn't drool!" Fleur exclaimed, and then blushed. The rest of the Beauxbatons students were now looking at her in interest. Blushing, she whispered heatedly to Adrienne, "For your information, he is a kind, sweet person, and he definitely did not drool at me." Fleur glanced back over the Gryffindor table. Harry had resumed eating, albeit with a very confused look on his face, but the red haired boy sitting next to him was still staring at her. Fleur shuddered. She hated men like that, who had no self control.

"You talked to him for about five minutes, and you can tell from that conversation that he is a 'kind, sweet person'?"

"Well, I mean...he was very nice while he was passing me the bouillabaisse!"

Adrienne just laughed hysterically. Again.