Fleur Delacour had a sickle. And with it, she threw her wish into the well
“So what’d you wish for?”
“Don’t ask me, ‘Arry,” she started. “I’ll never tell.”
She turned to the voice as the coin fell.
Fleur groaned. His pouting face, begging for her to spill, was just too cute.
“Fine,” she sighed. “I traded my soul for a wish. All I had to give was sickles and galleons for a kiss.”
Harry only smiled.
It took her breath away.
He had a really nice smile.
“I wasn’t looking for this,” she muttered. “But now you’re in my way.”
Harry’s soft stare was holding onto her own.
His ripped jeans made sure skin was showing. The night was hot, the wind was blowing.
As Harry slowly turned around to leave, Fleur suddenly grabbed his hand. Her voice huskily rang out as she asked him,
“Where do you zink you are going, bébé?”
Harry let out a gasp of surprise as a piece of paper was forced into his hand.
“I know I just met you, ‘Arry,” Fleur started, “and zis is crazy…”
“…but here eez my number…so call me maybe?” She asked hopefully.
Harry Potter stared at the French girl in front of him incredulously, causing Fleur to blush.
“Eet eez hard to look right at you, bébé… ” Fleur mumbled. “I know we just met…and eet really eez crazy, ‘Arry, but ‘ere eez my number…call me…maybe?
She quickly wrapped her hand over Harry’s, pushing him to take the slip of paper.
Harry just continued staring at her, not saying anything.
Fleur’s face got even redder, as frustration overtook her.
“All ze other boys try to chase me!” Fleur shouted angrily. “So…my number! Call me! Maybe…” she said the last word quietly.
“…”
“…”
“…sure…”
Fleur jumped up in excitement, not even paying attention that Harry had left.
“Magnifique! Magnifique!” She shouted. 1 month later
Fleur had made numerous wishes. She paid galleons upon galleons all in hopes that it would work.
And then, she met him again.
Just like last time, his stare was holding.
His jeans were ripped…and that chiseled skin was really showing.
The night was hot, and the wind kept on blowing.
Harry approached her this time, his hand reached out to grab her own.
“Where do you think you’re going, baby?” He asked huskily.
Fleur let out a wry smile. It worked! But he had to pay…she wouldn’t make it so easy for him.
“Oh…I think you have meestaken me,” Fleur pretended, “We ‘ave just met.”
Harry shook his head. “No. Even if we just met, even if it was crazy…here…”
He stuffed her hand with a slip of paper, then closed her hand with his own. [9:30 PM] “But here’s my number…” he whispered. “So…call me…maybe?”
Oh, how the turntables have turned.
Fleur didn’t respond. Instead, she chose to stare at him with an amused look in her eyes. She turned on her allure, making him sweat even harder. His eyes began to wander down her chest, causing her to raise an eyebrow. “My eyes are up ‘ere.”
Harry blinked, and embarrassingly rubbed the back of his head.
“I-i-it’s really hard to look right at you, baby.” Harry stammered. “B-b-but my number. Call me? Okay?”
Fleur chose to not respond. She instead chose to huff, and turn away from him.
“Hey!” Harry shouted. “All the other girls try to chase me, you know! And I gave you my number! MY NUMBER! SO CALL ME! CALL! ME!”
Fleur had started to walk away from him, causing Harry to sweat even more.
He rushed up grabbing her arm, stopping her from moving any further.
“Before you came into my life…” Harry whispered. “I…I miss you so bad… I missed you so, so bad. I…I think you should know that…”
“I missed you…so bad…”
Fleur let out a satisfied sigh. He’s paid enough already. She’ll start now. She’ll start working on that kiss.
“Eet is hard to look at you right now…bébé,” She started.
She slowly reached into her pocket and pulled out her own slip of paper, turning around to face him.
“But…here eez my number.”
“So call me…maybe?”