Still, she felt that the boy must have been rather weak willed if it had truly been a case of accidental magic. The magic must have been affected by his emotions, as all accidental magic was. There was also the fact that accidental magic typically stopped after a witch or wizard turned ten; hearing of occurrences past that age were very rare.
Yet at the same time, Fleur doubted he could be so weak willed. He was clearly immune to her allure, something that could, as far as Fleur knew, only be done via a strong willpower. To be fair, she was not releasing her full allure; had she been doing so, his drool would be dripping to the floor by now.
"I didn't mean to do it," defended Harry, "I simply lost control of my emotions."
"How disappointing." Fleur taunted (as she had not yet forgotten seeing the boy depart from the girl's bathroom weeks ago) , "To lose control in such a way. Losing your temper when being insulted by another fourteen year old student - "
"He wasn't insulting me." said Harry, gritting his teeth, "He was insulting my parents."
Fleur fell silent. She had not known that; if she had, she would have not brought up the subject in the first place.
"Sorry." she muttered quietly.
"Don't be." said Harry, "It's nice to have someone forget for once."
Fleur nodded. She understood what he meant, to a certain extent. She too had always been the center of attention for something that had always been out of control.
"I would assume Madame Maxime told you to follow her, like Hagrid told me. Considering that it's the two of us, it likely has something to do with the bloody tournament."
With that, the boy turned around and walked after the two half giants.
"Slow down, you cretin!" Fleur whisper-yelled at the boy's retreating back, dropping the cold facade that she almost always wore due to a sudden wave of panic. She quickly caught up to him, stopping when she was beside him.
"You must reapply your Disillusionment Charm, or we will be spotted!" she reprimanded.
"Relax, we won't be spotted by the lovebirds, no need to worry." said Harry, ignoring the glare he received.
The two of them walked in silence for several minutes, quietly tailing the two half giants.
"You can perform nonverbal spells." Fleur remembered aloud.
"What, surprised that the 'little boy' actually knows how to do things?" asked Harry scathingly.
"You are in your fourth year." noted Fleur, "They can not have taught you that yet."
"What makes you think they taught me anything." asked Harry casually.
"Where else would you have learnt it, cretin?"
"Be careful with your words." Harry warned her in a sarcastic tone, "Or I'll use my evil Parseltongue magic and have the snakes in the forest attack you."
Fleur scoffed.
"You'd be sent to Azkaban in the blink of the eye." remarked Fleur, "And calling an ability evil is among the most foolish things I have ever heard."
Harry paused slightly, turning to her.
"Nice to see you aren't as stupid as the others."
Fleur shrugged.
"I am a Veela. Thinking such a thing would be highly hypocritical of me."
"A Veela, huh? I hadn't noticed." said Harry sarcastically.
"I would not be surprised if that were the case." said Fleur. She was particularly interested in figuring out exactly how the boy was so immune to her allure, especially considering that they were opponents in the tournament. Unfortunately for her, the boy remained silent.
The two of them eventually stopped when they heard the sound of loud yelling coming from the distance. The two of them slowly moved forward, pushing a few bushes out of the way in order to see whatever was going on.
Before them were four fully grown dragons, each over forty feet in length. The one closest to them was a pale blue, seemingly quick and agile. There was another in a large cage beside it; this one was red and gold, slightly larger than the previous. It shot mushroom shaped blasts of fire at the handlers, who all ducked out of the flames' path.
There were two remaining cages, the first of which carried a green dragon which was calmer than the others, though not by much. It was the final dragon, however, that caught Fleur's attention.
Its rough skin was pure black, its snout pulsing angrily. The creature was easily eighty feet in length, possibly even larger. The colour of the flames that spewed from its mouth were of a similar golden shade to its hostile eyes.
Fleur was briefly aware of Madame Maxime and the Hogwarts Care of Magical Creatures Professor talking to a redhead dragon handler, her eyes glued to the giant dragon.
"This is your fault." she muttered, turning to Harry. The boy was also gazing at the large black dragon.
"If your name had not come out of that goblet, that monstre would not be here!" she hissed angrily. Harry turned to her, his eyes wide with shock.
"You believe that I didn't put my name into the goblet?" he asked cautiously.
"Of course I do, you could have not possibly entered yourself." said Fleur.
Harry smiled at her, which Fleur had to admit made her feel rather nice. It was a stark contrast to the aloof coldness he seemed to portray whenever in the presence of others. It was not as thought she could blame him for his actions, however. She too was rather harsh and distant from others; the only people she had ever spoken kindly to were her mother, father, sister, and Madame Maxime.
"Get up, we need to leave." said Fleur, "We can not afford to be caught."
Harry nodded, and the two of them quickly departed from the scene. The walk back was made in silence, both of them thinking of the dark, demonic dragon they had seen at the back. Just as they had nearly made their way out of the forest they paused, having heard a crunching noise just a few feet to the side of them.
Karkaroff.
The Durmstrang headmaster was slowly making his way through the forest, following the path Hagrid and Madame Maxime had taken earlier. Fleur and Harry quickly applied Disillusionment Charms, waiting for the man to pass them. When he had, the two of them hurried out of the forest, only stopping when they were on the Hogwarts grounds.
"I'm going to tell Cedric." panted Harry.
Fleur nodded, not remotely surprised by his decision. As much as she wanted to hold onto an advantage, she knew that this was something that could potentially end someone's life. As it was, the Hufflepuff champion would be the only one who remained in the blue; it was blatantly obvious that Karkaroff would be telling Krum about the discovery.
The both of them made their way over to Beauxbatons Carriage, neither one saying a word. Once they had finally arrived, Harry stopped at the door.
"Good night, I suppose." he said, holding the door open for her.
"Bonne nuit." replied Fleur quickly, before making her way to her bedroom.
She had a lot to think about.