Harry was finishing a report when Fleur’s voice came from behind him, sweet and terribly suspicious.
"’Arry… you look tired."
His instincts screamed at him to run.
"I’m fine," he said, standing up quickly—too quickly.
Fleur tilted her head, a slow smile forming. "You know what will ‘elp?"
Harry took a careful step backward. "A good night’s sleep?"
"Non. A hug."
She lunged, and he dodged, sidestepping her effortlessly. Fleur clicked her tongue, unimpressed. "Ah, mon cher, you forget—I am faster."
Harry barely had time to react before Fleur teleported—Apparated—straight into his personal space, wrapping herself around him in a vice of warmth and smugness.
"…That’s cheating," he muttered, but he wasn’t pulling away.
"All is fair in love and cuddles," Fleur whispered, victorious.