Fleur moves in wizarding high society, often gathering a combination of lustful stares, sneers of contempt and looks of envy. Always sharply dressed, with impeccable manners, calm, collected and with a razor-sharp tongue. She enjoys setting trends, like when she arrived unannounced and saw that the previously sneering (b)witches copied her style from the previous ball. Aside from turning heads and causing stirs, she collects information, pieces of salacious gossip, fragments of scandals. From time to time she also runs into Harry Potter, who often causes stirs, moving against traditionalists, going on adventures.
That is how Society sees them both.
During the War, Harry and Fleur started working together, both collecting information, sharing them, going together on expeditions and hits, eliminating the worst scum of wizardry.
sFleur derives vindictive pleasure from seeing the shocked looks, when she arrives unannounced, based on information provided by Harry. After the latest Ball, Fleur sits in their shared home, legs spread, Harry devotedly worshipping her core, her hand entagled in is messy locks. She contemplates the devoted look in his eyes, as he follows her whispered commands. Of all the things she did during the War, earning Harry’s complete trust, becoming close to him to such a degree, she cherishes that the most. Only with her, Harry expresses his absolute trust, with her he is capable of absolute surrender. She cherishes him, adores him, loves him, she is his Lady, he her Chevalier. This trust is fragile, yet absolute.
If anybody tried to come between them, break their trust, she would tear them apart, scorch the remains until only charred bone fragments remained. She knows it would be far more merciful than if Harry got to them first.