Fleur Delacour despised Harry Potter. The smug expression on Elaine's face whenever they saw one another was like salt in a wound.
She'd been so excited, to open her own little food stall, selling Merguez at the local market, and she'd been doing well. It was tough, but she loved it.
Then Elaine Dupois had to go and open her own Mergeuz stall in the same market. The last thing she needed was competition, and especially not from the girl who had been horrible to her during her school years.
All in all, it was pretty neck and neck. Neither stall was really outdoing the other, but Fleur did have the better spot. That is until Harry fucking Potter, had to ruin it.
The English Cochon was a famous food traveller, and had come to her little town in the South of France on a quest to sample the popular street foods. Elaine had batted her eyes and dropped a button on her shirt when he'd neared their stalls.
But Fleur knew that while her Mergeuz was better, it was only slightly so.
When Harry Potter had sampled them both, with that gangly redhead filming and declared Elaine's the better one! She was already upset.
When the market committee had moved her stall to a quieter area and given Elaine her old spot! She was furious.
And it was all Harry fucking Potter's fault.
That's why, when she saw he would be back in France on another food adventure. She swore to track him down and give him a piece of her mind. Even if her mother and sister thought she was crazy