Harry Potter thought that Fleur Delacour was a snob from the first time he met her. The way she talked, moved, even dressed all screamed old money and filthy rich. Still, during the tournament they had grown to be friends
His other friends, and he as well, often saw snide intentions behind Fleur’s mannerisms, affected speech, ostentatious affection, and lavish gifts, thinking that she was subtly and not so subtly mocking them for being poor in comparison.
Even so, following a case of devastatingly effective puppy dog eyes from both Fleur and Gabrielle, Harry went to attend a soirée at Fleur’s family’s opulent home. Of course there had to be a smug Malfoy cousin or other who not only mocked Harry for the unforgivable crime of being both British and poor, but he also “accidentally” spilled his wine all over Harry’s jacket and shirt.
Horrified, Fleur assured Harry she would provide him with new clothes, asking him for preferences. He jokingly made a reference to an outfit featuring furs, brocade, golden chains and jewels.
Imagine his surprise when, during his next visit to Fleur’s home, she led him to a wardrobe full of the most luxurious brocade outfits fit for a duke.
Seeing his disbelieving expression, she fretted.
“Mon dieu, you don’t like eet? Ah, don’t worry, I’ll get you better clothes, mon ami.”
A rich/noble Fleur AU where Fleur is also a total cinnamon bun, but misunderstandings happen. Cue shenanigans?