"A bracelet you received from your grandmother."
"Class?"
"Potions, considering you are working towards an apprenticeship after school though that is not surprising."
Daphne gave an almost sad laugh, "You know more about me than my closest friends, maybe even more than my relatives…"
"I am sorry to hear that." She couldn't tell if he was just trying to comfort her or not, but it didn't matter anymore. Anyone she ended up marrying would undoubtedly be someone like Draco Malfoy, he would care only as far as receiving an heir and a portion of her family's money.
If she was lucky, there was just as much chance of being sold off to a much older man, she had heard enough horror stories to know it was a very real possibility.
So why shouldn't her first time be to someone her own age? To someone she was attracted to? Why shouldn't she have a say in who she gave herself to?
Indecision passed, and Daphne Greengrass rose, walked over and sat on the boy's lap. The moment his hands clasped her, still clothed, sides a spark shot through her body earning a wide-eyed stare from the girl.
"Wh-what was…"
"A trick I learned quite a few years ago. That was the toned-down version, I didn't want to overwhelm you so soon or without permission."
Her lips found his, and in between the frantic kisses she managed to whisper, "You have permission."
...
"Harry" the Astronomy professor called out just as class was ending, "I need to go over a few things after class, stay behind please."
Taking into account the last few times the woman had tried this approach she didn't actually expect his response to be an affirmative, and to leave his supplies on the table while the other students departed.
"Oh… well uhm thank you…" the woman awkwardly responded, before gently closing the door and locking it. "I uh… have a question for you."
"Of course."
"Did… did I do something to upset you?"
His face fell slightly into one of remorse, "No… not it isn't anything you did I just needed some time to figure a few things out."
"With the other girls I assume?"
He nodded, "Yeah, and just with myself too."
"I see, listen if you want to put a halt on, well whatever this is between us I understand."
"Do you want to do that?" he questioned back, actual curiosity in his voice for once.
" Merlin no, are you daft? I want to push you up onto the desk and mount you right now."
A teasing grin formed on his face, "Well who am I to say no to that?"
...
There he was, her target. Fleur subconsciously licked her lips as she stealthily followed behind the group of teens she had located minutes prior. Among them was a certain English celebrity, Harry Potter. What had started off as an anomaly in her mind had grown into a far more serious aggravation.
He was ignoring her; this little teenage brat was ignoring her . She was Veela, beauty incarnate, and desire made physical. Everyone from teenage boys to old men glanced her way when she walked into a room, and even the strongest found the urge to stare, lust overtaking their thoughts.
But not him, not the boy-who-lived. She had strolled through the Great Hall with confidence and just a hint of sensuality… and he had ignored her. She even gave him the gift of her attention, speaking to him directly and taking time from her own schedule to do so.
And yet he has brushed her off as unimportant.
Her, Fleur Delacour, unimportant? No, she had dealt with enough dismissal from her parents over the years, from her father's anger at both her and Gabrielle being born females to her mother's useless submissive tendencies when it came to the man's decisions. When she had started school as a child she had concluded that she would never be ignored again, never be looked over or seen as an 'unwanted' burden.
Her father may see her as an object to be used in future negotiations and to continue his 'prestigious' bloodline, but she was going to make her own decisions, carve her own path, and that started with Harry bloody Potter.
She would show him just how important she was, she would bend him to her will, turn him into a drooling puddle of teenage hormones begging for the opportunity to breathe the same air as she did. Then she would humor him for a few days, have the child carry around her books and fetch her meals, debase him on a personal level and show everyone how truly insignificant and pathetic he was compared to her. Then she would break his heart, shatter it into pieces with a dismissal and a laugh at how pitiful his feelings and obsessions towards her truly were. Yes, that would be her revenge at the boy who dared to ignore her.
"Excuse me, Harry Potter?"
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