Fleur has a music store, a cluttered homey mess. Harry stumbles in like oh boy what's this store doing at the edge of Diagon Alley, and in sweeps in Fleur wearing an oversized sweater and glasses because she is the embodiment of 70s record playing hippies.
She casually hops up onto the table next to Harry as he's awkwardly browsing, her knees tucked into her chest
"Bonjour"
If Harry was I, this is the moment he fell for the crazy, soft, music girl