“Remember, Fleur Delacour”, Harry Potter-Black growled menacingly, his emerald orbs glowing killing curse green, “Do not dare cross me, or any of my girls, unless you’re ready to feel the entirety of the wrath the heir of House Dracula can bring upon you.”
Fleur shuddered, shrinking back as the basilisk scale armored young man advanced, scared out of her mind yet unable to stop the thrill of excitement that shot through at the sight of his handsome features, even as they twisted in cold anger.
Her back hit the wall, and his muscled arm reached out to the wall, the six foot tall teen pinning her in place. His voice was low, dangerous, “Know this, Fleur Delacour. I do not forgive, and I do not forget.”
Fleur shivered, biting her lip.
She breathed in deeply once, twice, trying to keep her composure….
And failed miserably, doubling over, snickering wildly as Harry backed off, his arms crossing as he frowned.
“I’m… I’m sorry ‘Arry,” the silvery blonde veela choked out amidst giggles, “But the way you said that… merde.”
Harry pouted, “Well, you’re the one who wanted me to roleplay… whatever the hell this character is. God, I was cringing so hard.”
“No, no”, Fleur said, briting back her laughter as she straightened up, “You were doing good! Lets keep going, I’ll stay in character, I promise.”
“Okay, okay” Harry said, sighing, as he moved back into position, his arm out against the wall, pinning her in place once more, “Just… remind me. Who is this character again?”
“Oh, its just you but edgier,” Fleur said.
And then promptly fell over laughing at the look of horror on her boyfriend’s face.