"Excuse me, are you wanting ze bouillabaisse?" spoke a voice from behind Harry.
Turning, he noticed that it was the girl he’d noticed laughing during Dumbledore’s speech. Harry took in her long, silvery-blonde hair and deep, blue eyes at a glance before turning to pass her the requested dish. As he did so, Harry noticed that Ron had turned an odd shade of purple, gaze locked on the new arrival and mouth ajar. In fact, most of the boys at Gryffindor table were in a similar state while several of the girls appeared quite put out.
Putting it out of his mind for the moment so as not to be rude, he presented the beautiful girl with the bouillabaisse, only to notice something equally odd. She was staring at him. Her sapphire eyes weren’t peeking up at his scar, however, as many did, but instead gazing deeply into his own. As he watched, a light flush crept up her cheeks, deepening as they peered into each other’s eyes.
“Pardon me!” the girl exclaimed after a handful of awkward moments, turning abruptly and stalking off back towards Ravenclaw table, bouillabaisse forgotten.
Harry blinked, confused. “I wonder what that was about,” he muttered to himself, looking at Ron and Hermione questioningly.
Fleur, meanwhile, was unable to get thoughts of raven black hair and soulful green eyes out of her mind.
In which not only is Harry immune to Fleur’s allure, but he actually reflects it back at her. Features flustered Fleur and bemused Harry.